#it’s not bad to be country it just doesn’t make any freaking sense to me lmao

[allofuswantgwinam]

it’s really funny to me when people say i have an accent bc like i really don’t 😭😭 im not even country i just grew up in Kentucky idk man 😭 the cornbread just comes out of me when i say certain things i can’t help it 🤣

#this really cute girl said something about it one time #not flirting but like she was really nice she had a bf 🤣 #and i was like “’really? I don’t think I do’ 🤣 but she wasn’t from here so ig to her I did #and then my friends say shit soemtiems and I don’t have a fucking accent i s2g 😭😭🤣🤣 #only certain word #idk #I am not country #it’s not bad to be country it just doesn’t make any freaking sense to me lmao #it baffles my brain #bc i think people need new ears #or maybe I just have to accept that I might have a slight country accent bc I grew up in a small ass country town #bc tbh sometiems when i say things I’m like ‘oh yikes ok that’s what they’re sayin’ 🤣🤣🤣

[boyfhees]

♡ GO LIVE !

PRECIS. kenma is your best friend— and also your crush for two years. so when all your shots at confessing fail, his twitch stream viewers might be able to help. ( wc. 3.5k )

GENRE. fluff, best friends to lovers

WARNINGS. kissing but it's not descriptive, one / two profanity ( ies ) i guess, reader is kinda down bad ( but it's kenma so we dont blame them )

NOTE. lol repost 👎 but here's my fav kenma thing i ever wrote

‘Would you join me in today’s stream?’ — seen.

Your heart is palpitating at an unimaginable pace and you’re not sure if it’s because of the presentation due tomorrow or because Kenma asked you to join his stream for the very first time. You like to think it’s the latter— because how can you be so in love with someone? Is it possi—

“You’re blushing,” Kuroo’s words cut your trail of thoughts, which also reminds you to drink your coffee before it gets cold. “Let me guess, it’s Kenma?”

You roll your eyes at the smirk that crept up his face. It’s annoying, really, to live with his never ending remarks. But no matter how much you deny, Kuroo isn’t wrong. It’s not just Kenma, it’s the Kenma Kozume— a hotshot gaming streamer, who happens to be your best friend for over two years, and who’s also your crush and he’s so oblivious about it, he doesn’t know your heart is on the palm of his hands, and he could shatter it into pieces at any given moment.

And it’s not only about accompanying him in a stream. It’s about sitting next to him, in front of millions of people, talking to him, and putting up an actual, functional conversation when you’re barely able to control your thoughts when he’s in front of you. In your defense, everyone liked Kenma. You’ve seen people shouting messy confessions at him whenever he’s out, or giving you gifts / letters to pass on to the boy when they knew you both were friends. You’ve also seen him helping kids and old people cross the road, and they appreciate it so much that they want to introduce their daughters to him. You’ve seen him donating thousands and millions to pet rescue centers and other charities, you’ve seen him being nothing but nice to people he just met.

It was bound to happen— your crush on him, it wasn’t avoidable.

“So are you going to say something or just stare at the phone screen?” Kuroo interrupts again, which you’re grateful for. All the Kenma thoughts in your head needed to be put to rest, even if it was for a minor second.

You look at the boy in front of you with worry ridden eyes. “What should I do? Decline it? I don’t even know about that Zoo Crossi—”

“Animal Crossing.” He corrects.

“— whatever.” You retort. “Just tell me what I should do!”

Kuroo thinks you’re crazy. If it were him, he would accept his best friend’s offer without a second thought. Honestly, any other person in love would’ve done the same— except you. He thinks your brain works differently, is convinced that love has infected your brain so much, you’re unable to figure out what you should do and what you shouldn’t. On one hand, you talk about spending time with Kenma and on the other hand, you freak out about the same, thinking you’ll make a fool of yourself in front of him.

“Join him in the stream? Talk to him? I don’t know, maybe play along? It’s just a stream, y/n. It’s not that hard!”

“No, you don’t get it, Tetsu!” You shout in frustration. This whole situation makes you want to rip your hair out. And what’s even more frustrating is that the man in front of you, Yang Kuroo, is doing anything but helping you out. “You’ve never had a crush, have you?”

“Now, now, y/n” He stops you cautiously. “I’ve also been in a relationship, if you’re forgetting.”

Oh, whatever. You roll your eyes again. Honestly, you don’t know what’s wrong. He’s right— it’s not that hard, but again, it is that hard. It’s confusing, you’re lost. You want to spend time with Kenma, but you’re afraid you’ll do something embarrassing and you’ll have to flee the country, change your identity, and whatnot. It doesn’t make sense, how indecisive can a person be? And the stream? Kenma never asked you to join his streams. He knows you fall down to figure zero when it comes to games.

Then why?

Does he want to make fun of you? Wait— what if he finds you annoying and he wants you out of his life? What if he has a secret love who’s insecure of your presence so he’s trying to push you away? What if—

“Stop thinking about all that crap!” He aims a pencil at you, making you flinch and curse under your breath as it hits your forehead. Right. He knows— after all he has known you since the college freshman year. “Are you sure you don’t hate him? How can you think such things about the person you like?!”

You lean back, sighing and frowning, proceeding to annotate the corners of your notebook with stars and moons and messy scribbles of question marks and circles, hoping that doodling on your notebook will give you a way out of this.

“I don’t think you can do this.” you look at him with your peripheral gaze as he continues. “Just give up.”

“Oh, shut up.” It’s not the first time Kuroo’s telling you to surrender, and it’s a joke every time it brings it up. You know you can’t give up, and he knows you won’t. And then a seemingly profitable plan hits your brain. “Okay, I’ll go, and then do whatever he wants me to do in the stream, and after it ends, I'll ask him on a date. How ‘bout that?”

You don’t know why Kuroo looks at you with concerned eyes.

“Y/n,” his hands rest on yours. “You think, like, twenty times before texting him a hi. What makes you think you can ask him on a date?”

You jerk his hand away. “And there I thought you were giving me moral support!” But no matter how much you deny it, you know Kuroo’s right. It’s funny and embarrassing to think you’re so in love with your best friend, you can’t keep up a conversation without having your feet turn cold. It has to be stamped as one of the cringiest things, you think, sounds like those leads in a Shoujo Manga. “And what if I ask him out without messing up, huh?”

Kuroo smirks confidently, knowing you’re just making empty assumptions. “Lunch on me this whole month, but only if you ask him out. I’ll ask Kenma so don’t you dare lie about it.”

And so you’re here, four hours later, in Kenma’s room, waiting while he prepares coffee for the two of you. Your gaze runs all over his room. The two rows full of video games on his shelf catch your eyes. It’s surprising how there’s always a new bunch whenever you visit. Below it are a few books about accounting and business stacking beside mechanical engineering— wait, why does he study engineering? You don’t put much thought into it and follow your gaze to his desk adorned by a photo frame with his family, and a picture of him and Kuroo ( seemingly back from their high school days ) with a cat they rescued from the local river. You’ve heard the sheep head brag about it so much that you can make it to the short stories section of a children’s magazine with it.

Then your eyes settle upon a certain polaroid peeking out of a stray notebook resting beside his monitor. It looks familiar, you think, and then you pull it out, only to place it on the table hastily as he enters the room. “Having fun?”

“I guess,” a smile climbs up his face voluntarily as he watches your lips curl into one too. “Didn’t know you still had this.”

“Of course. What kind of friend do you take me for?”

From that moment on, time seemed to flow like running water. You learn that he invited you an hour prior to the stream to spend time with you, and it does nothing but accelerate your heart infinitely. While he tells you about the stream— which was after numerous requests from you because he said it’s a secret and a surprise— you were busy admiring the way his eyes shone when talking about things he likes. ( and yet, every time, you fail to realize that his eyes shine even brighter when talking about you )

Another thing you learn is that the whole point of today’s stream is to introduce you to his fans because they’ve been asking him to do so ever since you accidently walked past his monitor, not realizing the camera was on, which was exactly six months ago. You knew it was a mistake, but now it feels like a sin. What if they don’t like you? What if they start attacking you like what happened to the friend of another streamer a few weeks ago? What if—

You hate to have all those what ifs plaguing your mind. But then, you remember Kuroo saying that Kenma will defend you no matter what, so you decide to hang onto that single string for the rest of the day. “What are we going to do, though? I’m sure the introduction isn’t the only thing on today’s list, is it?” you ask.

“Actually— it is.” He pauses, taking a sip from his coffee before proceeding further. “I’m too tired to play so let’s just do whatever and have fun.” He could hear Kuroo calling him a liar for that one.

The next ten minutes pass away in preparations and by the time you take a seat next to him in front of his computer, assuring yourself that you’ll be fine, you realize that stream has already started and you can see the comments flooding in, yet daring not to read them. Kenma nudges you from the side, reckoning you to say something, a silly smile dancing on his face.

“Oh, right— I’m y/n,” You begin, fiddling your fingers out of nervousness. “And, I’m Kenma’s friend—” you’re about to speak further but words get stuck in your throat as you feel his hands intertwined with yours from under the table, a gesture to let you know that you’re doing great and there’s no need to be nervous.

And then he doesn’t let it go for the rest of the stream, until you roll back your chair to grab your cell phone from his bed, which was only a minute later ( but the whole thing felt so timeless to you ) A wide yet nervous smile makes its way to your face as soon as you face away from the camera. You wonder if anyone noticed that little gesture you and Kenma shared, and if someone did then what are their thoughts. Even though it was short lived, his warmth lingers on your skin like winter morning dew, pleasing and satisfying.

You roll back to the screen, a certain comment catches your attention.

‘You both look adorable together !!’

Kenma fails to notice it, or so you think, but those five words are enough to get the butterflies in your stomach excited. Actually, butterflies aren’t even half equivalent to what you’re feeling. A zoo would be a better term, and just one comment made all those animals go crazy in love.

And then, another comment holds your gaze.

‘Y/n do you know Kenma talks about you a lot in his streams ?!?!?!’

Your heart feels as if it’s on fire. Turning your head towards him, you wonder if he noticed that comment, which he certainly did considering his fluttering gaze and red cheeks, wait— is he blushing ?!

“Uh, I mean y/n’s a close friend so it only makes sense for me to talk about them.” He clarifies nonchalantly, but from what you notice, he’s nervous. And he’s tapping his foot on the floor as if he’s writing college entrances again. It’s cute, and it makes you giggle like a toddler. Much to your surprise, Kenma's hand slides into yours again, and he’s pretending to not know, as if it’s unintentional, and as if his hand belongs to yours’. Even though you feel starstruck, and your heart feels like it’s going to stop any time soon, you relax into his little embrace, a shy smile flaunting on your face.

Kuroo was right, it’s not that hard.

The comments keep flooding in, this time faster than before. Half of them are asking if you both are dating ( and when you shake your head in denial, some of them say it’s a shame that you both aren’t a couple already ) Kenma doesn’t respond, and you wonder why. Instead, he sulks about how they’re supposed to be his friends, and not expose him in front of you, or how they all switched sides as soon as they saw you, which is why it took him six months to ask you if you wanted to join his stream. ( He can hear Kuroo calling him a liar, again )

You’re having a fun time watching the friendly banter between him and his fans, that is unless someone asks how you and Kenma met. And you realize it’s your time to carry the show. You take a look at Kenma who’s burying his face in his hand because your first meeting was utterly embarrassing, and you couldn’t wait to share it with around a million people.

“Y/n, no—”

“Y/n, yes!” You cut him off, mid sentence. That’s probably the first time you’ve been so excited this whole day, and as much as Kenma loves seeing that smile dangling on your face, he doesn’t want you to disclose that. “Kenma, do you know how long I’ve waited to tell your viewers about your stupid ass ?!”

He gasps dramatically, mumbling something along the lines of ‘how can you betray me’ as he pretends to get off his chair and leave the scene, only for you to pull his hand ( which was still laced in yours ) towards you and make him sit again. And the comments are going off with the ‘omg they were holding hands all this time???!!!’ and equivalent phrases but none of you seem to notice, for he was too busy getting away from the monitor while you grab his arm with both your hands, pinning him down to the chair before the air fills with your laughter.

“Really?” He deadpans, pulling his hands out of your grip. “After all the notes I've copied for you when you missed classes?”

You laugh at his silly actions, especially at the pout on his face that makes him look ten times prettier than he already is. You wonder if he knows the magic he casts on you, the way it makes you feel like a love struck cat. You almost forget the topic under discussion, your first meeting with him, but that’s until you see a comment loaded with pleases and words asking you to tell, no matter what.

“Alright, alright,” you lean back as if pleading for truce. And good for you because Kenma believes it a little too easily. “I won’t tell anyone that you almost spat water on me when we met for the first time.”

“Y/n, what the heck?!”

His expression is priceless. It’s the best day of your life— well everyday with Kenma is best but this one, specifically, is the best one of all. You inch towards the screen, reading the comments while Kenma covers his face with his hands, trying to hide his flushed face. ( You’re pretty sure he’s reading the comments either way )

But then he looks at you with eyes glistening with mischief. And you realize what’s going to follow. “In my defense, they wore a chicken outfit for handing out some flyers!”

“Kenma—”

He leans away from you, one hand holding up the keyboard to prevent you from terminating the stream while the other rests on your forehead, stopping you from getting any closer. “That’s what you get for—” A pause. The whole room goes quiet as you both realize the proximity in between. You retract yourself away from him, an awkward atmosphere enveloping you both as your eyes settle on the computer screen.

‘Oh my god, just date already!’

‘You both are so cute aaaa!’

‘Kenma fight anemo hypostasis with Xiao and ask out y/n if you lose challenge.’

You can feel your heart pounding so furiously, you’re afraid he’ll hear it. Honestly, you wonder how he hasn’t taken a hint about your huge crush on him, considering everyone in your friend circle— and even some of Kuroo’s friends too— know about your excruciatingly painful and droughtful love life. ( And for some reason, even Lev texts you once in every few days to ask whether you confessed to Kenma or not )

When no one addresses the elephant in the room for another few seconds, you decide to take the initiative. “Um, how about I order a take out?”

Then Kenma’s words follow along. “Actually, I have all the baking stuff from the last time.” You sigh. What did you even expect, for the Kenma Kozume to bake for himself, when his favorite task is to annoy you while you’re busy baking him delicacies? Not possible. He would’ve said further, but his eyes follow yours to the computer screen.

‘WAIT YOU BOTH ARE GOING TO COOK TOGETHER?!!?!! CUTE!!’

“I think we should order a takeout.” He suggests shyly, a smile climbing up your face at his actions, one that morphs into a chuckle as you mutter, ‘you’re so cute’ as if your face isn’t looking like a tomato itself.

You grab your phone and browse through the menu until you receive a call, the ID revealing your friend's name. You excuse yourself out of the room while Kenma buries his face in his hands again, his face turning redder than before. Your faint voice reaches his ears from behind the closed door of his room; he’s left wondering if your voice always felt like a melody when listened to from a distance.

There’s a soft smile on his lips. He doesn’t realize how it got there, or since when it has been residing. All he knows is that his heart is beating swiftly and maybe this time, he wouldn’t deny it. His ears perk up as the sound of you opening the door pulls him out of his dreamlands, eyes wide open at the sight of his computer because he almost forgot about the stream.

“I’m back!” You chime in, sitting next to him as you wave at the viewers. You look better than almost any horse before, when you were literally sweating out of nervousness, and honestly, Kenma loves to see you getting comfortable with things he likes. “Wait, do you guys know that Kenma cries during disney movies.?”

And even if Kenma likes you seeing you getting comfortable around him, he doesn’t mean he appreciates you exposing his habits and secrets to a million people. “You say it as if you don’t hind behind me while watc— wait,” His eyes zoom in at a comment as he proceeds to read it. “Kenma can I take y/n— no?! They’re mine, go look for someone else?!”

And here comes the heart palpitations.

The amount of times your heart has raced today should be enough to give you multiple heart attacks. Your eyes settle on Kenma, who looks a little too passive aggressive for someone who’s responding to a comment that’s a joke, and then his hands slide into yours again. This time, with a firm grip. While it may feel good, you hope it’s real, and that he’s not doing it for clout ( even though you know he, out of all people, doesn’t need any clout ) You hope that all the butterflies he gave you today mean something, because you’re sure you can’t handle these empty fluttering touches anymore.

The stream is long forgotten, and so are the viewers.

His gaze settles upon you, and you feel your heart doing somersaults as you feel his eyes travel down to your lips. And in the next second, before you know it, his lips are on yours, while the world seems to pause.

You don’t give it much thought— you couldn’t. Your brain feels misty and all you remember is that you’re kissing Kenma, the boy you’ve been in love with for so long. Instead, you tilt your head, kissing him back as he deepens the kiss. It feels like a cold breeze by the beach, you think, or maybe a warm blanket in winters. While you know the moment has to end, you don’t want his lips to leave yours.

Call it a jinx, but your eyes shoot open as you travel back to reality, remembering about the stream as you push him away before turning towards the computer with your flustered face. “I think we should end the stream here,” and you exit off Twitch just as quickly as Kenma logged in earlier today.

Then your eyes meet his, and words begin to fall out of his mouth. “Y/n, I’m sor—”

“I hope you meant it, Kenma.” That’s all you say. Actually, that’s all you could say, because it’s the only thing you wish for. He doesn’t reply, and you think it’s time to leave.

But then he ghosts up your hand, proceeding to cup your cheeks before inching dangerously closer to your face. “Trust me, I’ve been meaning to do it for over a year now.” And he connects your lips with his again.

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[thewitchandtheassassin]

Monsters (Sharon Carter x Reader)

Summary: When your girlfriend is imprisoned, the monster inside is unleashed.

Words: 1127

Warnings: Violence, dark!Reader, mentions of Madripoor, language?

A/N: Everything after Endgame still happened but Nat isn’t dead because I refuse to accept that reality ever. Also, happy New Years to all my gays and theys and everything in between.

Taglist:  @natasharomanoffswife​ @natasha-danvers​ @aaron-despair​​ @username23345 @xjiasx​ @nowthisisliving27 @higherfurther-romanova​ @summergeezburr @marvels-writings @imnotasuperhero @miscmarvelwritings @captain-josslett @onlyafewfindtheway @hayleyokami @b-5by5 @lostandsearching @evilcr0ne    @everything201197​  @lostandsearching​

-X-

Coming to with a panicked gasp, you jerked upright on the cot your cataleptic body had been unceremoniously dumped upon some hours ago. Your body ached, muscles screaming in protest at the sudden movement. It was apparent you’d been overwhelmed and overcome by the darkest pieces of your powers but you had little memory of what happened.

You could never remember.

The jingle of chains caught your attention as your wrists shifted and you glanced down at them in confusion. You’d never been restrained before, the team usually just bringing your girlfriend into the room before you awoke in hopes of keeping you calm.

“They’re reinforced,” a cool, borderline emotionless voice informed you from the shadows of the room, Natasha’s hair striking as she stepped into the harsh, florescent light. “Bruce seems to think they’ll be enough to hold you if you freak out again but I’m not so sure.”

Brows knitting, the utter terror and grief glistening in your gaze forced some tension from Natasha’s posture and she softened.

“What happened? Did I lose control? I don’t…”

“(Y/N),” Natasha gently butted in, “You leveled ten blocks before Bruce managed to knock you unconscious.”

“That… that doesn’t make any sense. I was with Sharon. She keeps everything contained. I wouldn’t… I don’t…” an eerie green overtook your darkening irises and Natasha didn’t hesitate to broaden the gap between you. “What happened?!”

Wincing at the furious overlap in your words, the former Widow glanced away from you. If you couldn’t see the fear in her eyes, maybe you’d hold less power over her.

“Sharon is a criminal, (Y/N). Wanted in many countries. She’s… been playing you and all of us. Being a war criminal changed her and now she’s become something far worse. Sam might have gotten her freedom from the charges before but she’s the cause of all those needless deaths in Madripoor.”

Natasha studied the wall with an intensity only she possessed, trying valiantly to ignore the energy radiating from you. “She’s a bad person. A monster,” she whispered.

There was an unsettling silence permeating the isolated hospital room and for a moment, Natasha considered sparing you a peek but…

“No, Natasha,” the other version of you – the darker, powerful, unpredictable version that lived deep within your soul – spoke, voice heavy and sinister. “She is not the monster. I am.”

The cot let out a pained creak as your powers began mangling it, the useless chains falling aside as you rose from the uncomfortable mattress. They disappeared into a vast billow of green fog, the smoke swirling playfully around your ankles as you sauntered over to Natasha. Her eyes were clamped shut, lip trembling ever-so-slightly.

“You have been a good friend to us,” you proclaimed with an affectionate smile, voice shifting with every word. “Should you ever need me, simply call upon me and I will find you.”

Your lips grazed her cheek, a faint imprint of green lingering on flushed flesh. “Be safe, Natasha Romanova.”

She let the tears fall only after you were gone.

-X-

Sharon’s cell accommodations were truly lacking. Nothing like her home here (with you) or in Madripoor. She was lucky enough to have her own toilet, she supposed, but she’d only been gifted such a luxury because she threatened to remove the guard’s eyes with her toe if he dared to stick her with another person.

It’d been a week since she’d been whisked away to the Raft and she couldn’t help but worry about you. She had no doubt you’d lost your humanity and couldn’t imagine the damage an outburst had caused you. She also couldn’t help but assume they’d told you the truth about her dealings. Did you hate her for keeping such a secret? Hate her for the things she’d done in hopes of keeping herself alive and powerful enough to remain that way?

Did you give up on her?

Sharon’s head fell against the wall, oblivious to the subtle vibrations working through the concrete and steel. Maybe it was subtle or maybe she was simply lost in her thoughts.

“Do you ever see yourself leaving New York? Being an Avenger… elsewhere? Or retiring entirely?” Sharon inquired quietly, staring up at the moon beaming down upon you both.

“For you? I’d leave this all behind,” you admitted truthfully, basking in the warm breeze of the night. “I owe these guys my life but I’ve repaid my debts. I know they still fear me, though, so I don’t know if they’d ever let me go.”

“You and *Solanine understand each other now. They shouldn’t have anything to worry about. She doesn’t try to possess you anymore.”

You smiled, but there was such seriousness in your words that Sharon’s heart both stuttered and flew into a frenzy simultaneously. “But if something happened to you, I’d bring this world to its knees to get you back. No power in this universe would stop us. I would let her destroy this world until it was nothing but ash.”

She wished she’d told you the truth then.

A piercing shriek broke her from her memories and she stood abruptly, eyes wild and hopeful. There was a flood of heavy footsteps and gunfire, but she couldn’t find a definitive source for such a reaction. Whatever was happening hadn’t reached the cells yet.

(Y/N)?

Suddenly plunged into darkness, the unnerving red glow of the lockdown/emergency lights flooded into her vision seconds later.

“Unknown entity on the first floor… no, second! No, the th – is this fucker everywhere?!” the warden sounded panicked, the tinny speaker doing little to mask it.

A familiar chuckle drifted across the back of Sharon’s neck and she shivered with relief.

“You humans are so easily scared,” you clucked disapproving. Well, it sounded like you but it also… didn’t? A blend of the demon inside and the human housing said demon. As though you’d become one.

“We die from less,” Sharon laughed breathlessly, shuddering as tendrils of green smoke drifted over her uniform.

Leaning in close, your lips brushed her earlobe teasingly. “We’ll make sure that isn’t true for you anymore.”

“I’ve missed you.” She let herself be enveloped in your foggy embrace, head falling to your shoulder.

Lips trailing up her cheek, you smiled. “I found you, my love.”

“You did.” Tears trickled beneath your mouth and you kissed them away, ignoring the slight salt clinging to soft flesh.

“Now I’ll make sure I never lose you again. You have a home in Madripoor, yes?”

“We have a home,” she amended fiercely.

Heart swelling at the admission, you turned the blonde around and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. Smoke began to encompass and surround you, a storm of magic that no powers could break.

“Then let’s go home.”

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[sicjimin]

sick!seokjin & any caretaker please!

— Don't Take Seokjin Away —

Yoongi should've known. He should've been more cautious and not letting his boyfriend wander around—out of country, especially— when he hasn't got his monthly sickness period.

Yeah, living together with Seokjin for 10 years, pining for 2 years, and being together in a solid relationship for 2 years too, has engrained some, or a lot, of Seokjin's TMI in his brain—and one of it, is the older will always get sick at least once a month. He never shows it, and maybe also don't realized it ; brushing it off when it comes as exhaustion or casual cold or stomach flu.

But Yoongi does. He always know the telltale how it's gonna hit—when Seokjin starts to go to bed earlier and wake up more later than him. If by 6 AM there's no clatter of him in the kitchen or somewhere in the dorm, Yoongi already know what's coming for him.

And that's why Yoongi is caught off guard this month. The older has been on some recording in US with Namjoon for 3 days. And to his defense, his boyfriend seems healthy and .. nothing's off about him when he kissed him goodbye ! So imagine how harsh his heart drop when he got a call from Namjoon, at 5 AM, and the first sentence that's uttered was, "Hyung, Seokjin hyung got admitted to hospital"

Yoongi sits up straight.

All the grunts he prepared for the younger for calling him on this ungoldly hour, when he just shut his eyes at 3 AM, immediately evaporates. "What?", Yoongi breathes out, "What are you saying, Joon-ah?"

Yoongi could hear the latter takes a deep inhale, and a faint mumbling from behind, "Seokjin hyung is in hospital, we got him here few hours ago. He wants to talk to you"

Yoongi fiddles with his blanket, hearing rustles from the other side, before a voice that he has always remember—now sounds hoarse and weak—greets him, "Yoongichi .. hi"

"Don't hi me, hyung", Yoongi grunts. For some reason, he knows that Seokjin is smiling right now. How dare he? "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Mhm", Seokjin mumbles, "Just a little sick, don't worry"

Yoongi rolls his eyes, "Hyung .. it's not a little if you got admitted to hospital", he points out.

There's silence again, but Seokjin sighs. A little tired, Yoongi guesses, even though he doesn’t say anything about it. “Well... I got a bit of food poisoning”

Yoongi frowns, “A bit …”

“It wasn’t—HYUNG! IT WAS BAD. SEOKJIN HYUNG PASSED OUT—NAMJOON!!", Yoongi can't help the corner of his lips that curls upside at the chaos on the other side. He stays silent. "Yoongichi", Seokjin comes again, there's annoyance in his tone ; and he could hear Namjoon's faint grunt in the background. He doesn't want to know what's going on there. "So?", Yoongi sighs, "What's your explanation, mister?"

Even they are apart, Yoongi could exactly imagine the pout that adorning the older lips when he answers, "Yeah .. it was quite bad. I threw up few times and passed out. That's why Namjoon is freaking out and got me here. In hospital"

Yoongi nods. 'That makes sense', he thinks. "Are you feeling okay now? Got your medicine yet? When are you leaving?", he asks, trying to act cool, but Seokjin would catch right through his act. He hears the other huff. "I'm feel better. My condition is stable now. But the doctor told me that i only can leave in 3 days"

"What?"

Seokjin laughs lightly, "Yeah. He says my blood sugar is still low, and i have fever too, so he wants me to get some rest for a few days"

Yoongi shakes his head, "Idiot, you're overworking yourself, you need more rest", he mumbles. He chided Seokjin some more, until his boyfriend has to hang up as the nurse coming in, and well—he's tired. The medicine makes him sleepy, he says. So Yoongi let him go, not with another train of warning and grunts to take care of his health more. Both to Namjoon and Seokjin.

Yoongi sighs, staring at his phone blankly—his head running with all the new information he had gotten. He closes his eyes, letting his brain processes everything, taking his time before opening them again. Texting his manager this time.

***

Seokjin is running. He didnt know how long he has been running, as his chest feel heavy, his throat closed—theres no way for him to catch a breath. But he needs to run. If he doesnt, then Yoongi that's at the other side, looking at him silently, going to disappear.

"YOONGI!", he can hear himself screaming, but Yoongi doesnt move. He's sure he has screamed as loud as he can. And theres no one there but him. How could he not hear him?

His ears are ringing, and his heart beat faster & faster, the sound of wind hitting against his ear like drums. The smell of grass tickles his nose—like fresh raindrops. It's raining. And Yoongi's figure starts to blur—eaten by the raindrops that pouring heavier out of nowhere. Seokjin gasps, it's harder to breathe.

"Hyung, you're so weak. Why is it take so long to get me? You don't love me anymore?"

Yoongi is far, but the voices ... is clear as hell for Seokjin. As if the younger speaks right beside his ears.

"No .. No .. Yoongi", Seokjin pleas desperately. His boyfriend was a blur earlier, but now Seokjin could see him scoffing. Disgust apparent in his face, as he slowly turn away.

No .. Seokjin needs to run faster.

"Good bye hyung"

"YOONGI!"

"Hyung!"

Seokjin gasps, a loud moan escaping his lips when he felt someone shaking him awake.

"Hey hey hyung, hyung, wake up!"

The elder opens his eyes—to find Yoongi and Namjoon worried face looking down at him. "Wha—? What happened?". The older slurs. His head hurts terribly and he feels like shit. He blinks furiously.

"Yoongi?", he looks back towards his boyfriend, who's holding an empty glass of water in his hand. He was sitting by the edge of the bed. "You're here? This is you?", Seokjin asks in disbelief.

"Yes," Yoongi smiles softly at him before handing him the cup. Seokjin accepts it. His hands were clammy and sweaty. "Thanks", he mumbles.

He takes a sip. The water falls heavy in his stomach. Nausea that has been leaving him for hours since he admitted here—is coming back ten fold. Seokjin clutches the cup harder—as he takes a deep breath, biting his lips hard to avoid throwing up. Yoongi is talking but none of it gets to Seokjin's ears. The room is spinning around him. He closes his eyes to concentrate on breathing—but everytime he tries, the dizziness worsens. Everything starts to spin again—"Hyung .. are you okay?"

"Bag", that's all he could muster, blindly pushing the cup away to clamp his mouth as a cough racks his body—bringing up a splash of water he took earlier. In a second, Yoongi is by his side holding the hospital sick bag, and cupped it under his chin.

Seokjin squeezed his eyes, gripping Yoongi's wrist as mouthful of water splash into the bag. He gasps, burping wetly and bring up a stream of watery vomit down. His face flushed pink, and a light sheen of sweat covering it.

Yoongi rub circles on the his boyfriend back, whispering words of comfort and reassurance that Seokjin can barely hear over his own labored breathing. Namjoon rushes off to bring him a damp cloth and drapped it over his nape. Seokjin jolts forward with a deep heave, pushing tons of hospital food he just ate out filling the bag.

"Sshh .. hyungie .. easy", Yoongi murmurs , rubbing circles on his back, trying to keep him steady. After awhile, Seokjin stops vomiting and breaths heavily, wiping away his mouth.

"I'm done."

"Mhm", Yoongi hums, peeling the bag away and disposed it outside, while Namjoon hands him water to rinse his mouth. Seokjin slumps back into the pillows, breathing harshly.

"Nightmares?", Yoongi asks softly as he's back. Seokjin 's eyes meet with the younger one. He takes his hand on him. Squeezing it tight, as wave of relief and happiness surge through him. He misses Yoongi so bad.

Seokjin nods, "Yeah"

Yoongi's fingers trail gently over his skin, brushing past the dampen hair. He lets out a chuckles after awhile. "Why are you looking so sad? Are you not happy i'm here?", he teases.

Namjoon scoofs from the side, not even looking up to his phone. "You should be happy hyung. Yoongi hyung here means he stops scolding me"

Yoongi scoffs, "Yah! I'm just asking questions!"

"I miss you", Seokjin blurts out, before he can stop himself. Yoongi smiles, not even trying to resist the urge to pinch the latter cheeks, "I know this is your fever talking. Stop scaring me like this!", he chides, "How is it your fever still high .. they didn't give you medicine?"

Seokjin hums, shifting to a more comfortable positions as he pulls the younger hands that's still on his grip closer. Tucking it under his cheeks. "They did already .. i will be fine"

"Well it's not working. They did a shit job", Yoongi grunts, gaining a laugh from the older. "Of course, only you that can take care of me, hm?"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!seokjin #caretaker!yoongi

[rexcaliburechoes]

diamant’s framing in his supports // literally no one asked

there’s something here with diamant and how he’s framed in his supports with various characters, based on this post talking about the red stripe in his hair being an “imperfection“. i wanted to see if, in his supports, his framing showing/hiding the red stripe in his hair signified anything regarding how genuine he is, his intentions, etc.

so, like any sane person, i sat and obsessively watched collector togami’s video on all of his supports and made a ranking list.

this isn’t comprehensive, and you could argue some of these conversations have more/less framing of his left/right side than i’ve put here, but a lot of his supports have him framed on his right side, especially citrinne’s support. he talks specifically talking about the brodian nobility, and it’s only when he’s talking to her and apologises for the mess (showing his true intent, if you will, compared to saying what others want to hear, to so speak) where he’s framed on his left.

you’d think alfred’s support is a little odd, but if you think about the fact that brodia has a non-aggression pact with brodia (and thus, should be more friendly compared to solm, of which is in direct geographical opposition to brodia) and elusia (literally waging wars on elusia), it makes a lot of sense that he would be less guarded, so to speak, around alfred. it helps that alfred’s design is more... triangle-y than the others, which i want to bring in a connection about how triangles are the strongest shape... (yes i know i’m not good at character design don’t @ me lmao). also alfred, in general, just Is Like That in getting people to lower their guards around him, so it sort of tracks.

what’s incredibly interesting to me is that, in his ivy c-support, he’s framed with his left side to the camera, and yet his face is hidden from view when he tells ivy that “it’s okay if you don’t want the courage talisman rock thing i’m gifting you” where, throughout the rest of the conversation he’s been rather chill talking with ivy and 100% empathises with the whole “i have to keep appearances for my country“ thing. later, when he talks about how “ivy doesn’t owe him anything because brodia has a lot to answer for“, he’s fully facing the camera and you get a better glimpse of the red streak in his hair.

what’s also veeeeeery interesting is his b-support with alcryst; throughout the entire conversation, he’s been winded from practicing with mages and alcryst comes up and talked to him, freaks out a little, and then diamant finally tells him “hey so uh. i might be afraid of mages“ but ends up concluding the conversation of “it’s fine tho don’t worry abt it :)“ and just fucks off to go back to talk with the mages. we see his model turn around so that his left side flashes past the camera as he walks away. otherwise, he’s framed to his right facing the camera at all times

in his conversation with framme, the camera does this neat thing where, when he talks about his brodian ancestors and the founding of brodia, it suddenly cuts to framing him on his right side where the camera had solely been focused on his left, showing off the red streak in his hair. when he talks openly about the warmongering of brodia against elusia, he’s framed with his left side by the camera. pretty neat, eh?

also, because of his saying “let’s just call [my study habits] good enough“, i’d like to headcanon him as kind of a bad student, or at least one that doesn’t have study skills come to him easily. he definitely drilled himself in “normal“ ways of studying, but because it just... doesn’t click as well for him as it probably should, he considers himself “pretty good“ or “good enough“.

his s-support with alear is also pretty neat in that when he walks into frame, you only see his right side when he asks “is this a good time to talk?“, but then the camera switches so you see his left side through the rest of his conversation with alear. in his cg, the red streak in his hair is more vibrant than any other piece of official art we’ve been given of him in promotional material, but it’s still not very obvious.

so what does this say about diamant’s intentions? well, i’d like to say that he does try to be genuine/unguarded. in very support we see the red stripe in his hair in plain view at least once. in some supports it’s more obviously showcased than others. even in veyle’s support chain, he’s framed facing the camera head on, even if he’s not being fully unguarded, so you get to see a lot more of the red stripe. he’s letting his guard down, as much as he allows himself to.

but overall, he’s a really guarded person. he doesn’t tend to let others in aside from alear (who is the divine dragon and also technically his commanding officer and also Literally God) and alfred (who just has this way to get others to lower their guard, or at least, throws others who do have their guard up for a loop when he’s so darn genuine all the time). it makse sense given his archetypes, but it’s interesting in how the camerawork reinforces this.

it’s a little sad, though, that he doesn’t let his guard down around alcryst very much, if we take this interpretation as how his relationships with other people go...

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fe engage #diamant #diamant fire emblem #fire emblem diamant #diamant fe #fe diamant #fire emblem engage diamant #diamant fire emblem engage #rex rambles #this is as much analysis i can do for his framing in his supports rn but like it's just interesting to me #someone had pointed out something similar with ivy: her hat blocks her eyes when she's being ingenuine #but when you can see her eyes better through her hat she's being more genuine #so i'd wondered if there as something similar happening with diamant #answer: maybe? considering his whole 'perfect prince' schtick i'd expect there to be a little bit of masking in most of his supports #also this isn't to say he isn't close with alcryst- he is! #but he's at least a little mask on around his brother even when discussing his weakness to magic #which is to be expected but also :( he has to cover his back constantly all the time and he seldom has people he can trust like that :(

[positivityforlesbians]

Hey so I’m not sure if there’s a central point to this ask but what do you do when you feel more or less “outnumbered”? I stupidly searched some tags that I knew would upset me and it seems like so many people have an inherent bias against “white cis lesbians” and it seems like they throw the word white in front of it just to get away with being misogynistic and homophobic because their arguments are never about race. They’re about if someone is in the wrong for having sexual boundaries. Also, I’m not even white and those posts make me feel like a bigot for being a lesbian. Which is how I know that adding “white” is so superficial. I keep reading that my aversion to male genitalia (even the male genitalia that has been surgically restructured) makes me transphobic and that i need to unlearn that aversion but it just doesn’t make sense to me?? I look to the comments and see one or two others like myself who are genuinely confused and the most common response is “I’m not google” or “examine the root of your preferences”. But my examining is so brief because I was literally BORN THIS WAY. I think about it and it’s so clear to me that my body and brain love female bodies and are repulsed by male bodies. It all feels like mass brain washing and conversion therapy.

To make matters worse, there’s no safe way to even vent this frustration without being called a “terf”. I feel like being born a same sex attracted woman has doomed me to inevitably being labeled a terf when idek much about terfs other than being called one is a really bad thing. People are supposed to pick ideology/schools of thought. From what I’ve seen, lesbians who are vocal about their sexuality are forced into that box by other people. If that makes sense? Its almost comically absurd. I’d laugh if it weren’t so horrific and homophobic. I feel like I can’t loudly and proudly be a lesbian and it SUCKS because I spent all of high school in the closet and I just feel robbed and I feel betrayed by supposed members of my… “community” who, quite frankly, hate actual homosexuals whether they want to admit it or not. I guess I wanted to know if you think there’s hope for lesbians? Or if the game is rigged for us to be hated by both the left and right? Do you think there are many other lesbians like me who are silently fed up with being the scapegoat of so many people’s anger and insecurity? Is there anything you do to feel better about being unable want male bodies when it feels like literally every other “queer” woman online does/is willing to? I get republicans thinking I’m a freak for loving women. It truly baffles me when democrats, liberals, and fellow gay/bi people also think I’m a bad person for how I was born. It’s so horribly lonely.

Firstly, I once again apologize for being so long to answer. All your concerns are valid and I want you to know that there are absolutely many other lesbians like you who are silently fed up with this hatred against us. Make no mistake it is indeed lesbophobia, this time it's more effective because it hides in plain sight, it goes from mouth to mouth so often unchallenged because people are so afraid to be seen as ostracising and exclusionary.

No matter what these new homophobes say though, we are still unable to change who we are, and why would we want that anyway ? The atmosphere is so toxic, so intoxicating, that lesbians just existing in western supposedly progressive countries are called "terfs" and "transphobes". The ones who are not called that are lucky for now because they're either careful and lying about their real opinion on the matter (which isn't even an opinion but a fact, we are not attracted to the opposite sex) - which worsen it all for the rest of us (no "thank you" to any of you reading this, you're simply hypocritical if you are out there calling us transphobes when you damn well know you wouldn't actually like sex involving pe**s either, duh) or not involved on social media or lgbt spaces irl so they don't know what's going on (which ... I'm kind of jealous of that). The best thing you can do to put distance between this new type of lesbophobia and you is to find the actual self-loving lesbians who are not afraid to be called names if this means being true to our sexual orientation. It's okay to be solely attracted to the same-sex, it's okay to be a lesbian, lesbophobes can die mad about it. ✨

#anonymous #my answers #lesbian safe #lesbophobia #lesbian positivity #lesbian pride

[millennialdemon]

Back on Black Clover again

I keep watching an episode or two and abandoning this anime for months because the few episodes I watch are so, so bad. This pattern continues with episode 40, the ugliest beach episode I have ever seen in my life.

Distractingly off-model animation aside, this episode was jam-packed with everything I completely hate about Black Clover: The Black Bulls, and the insufferably 1-dimensional characters therein acting out their tired, unfunny tropes while screaming and interrupting each other constantly. It honestly started to feel like I was watching a Collins Key video, which might be one of the harshest criticisms I have given anything on this blog thus far. 

I am baffled by this anime’s high score on MAL. I can’t parse if this title just has a lot of die hard fans giving it 10’s out of spite/delusion/irony, or if somehow Black Clover eventually becomes something genuinely good in its 170 episode runtime. Reading reviews offers no actual insight – claims it’s “the best written modern shounen” are completely absurd and penned by people that have watched even less than I have, and most reviewers giving it a 10 concede it’s a shameless copycat of various works that came before but that “the author is trying” even if the studio is ruining it with awful animation... so somehow that makes it a masterpiece? Is something pitiable seriously worth an 8.14? Make it make sense…

Then there are my own sensibilities to account for: I think Black Clover is the most misogynistic shounen series I have picked up since I checked out Fist of the North Star (which was made in the 80’s). I think it is wildly immature and its fear of indulging any story beat that is too heavy or too serious is frustrating. In 40 episodes I cannot remember an episode or a scene from Black Clover that left an impression or felt at all formative – I can still remember multiple scenes that make me feel something from pre-shippuden Naruto that I saw over 15 years ago on TV as a child. And that series is far from perfect, but at the very least it knew how to stop and let its characters breathe and feel their feelings and take something seriously. How the hell are we going to have this (extremely, pathetically basic) Teamwork Makes The Dreamwork theme in Black Clover when our protagonist group of misfits don’t seem to give a damn and don’t have to put any work into staying together?

It all just feels so lazy. Everyone’s together because they were assigned to be in a team because they’re all the same and they’re all a joke. Noelle is the only outlier because she is a royal but that doesn’t matter at all anymore because her only character trait is having a huge tsundere crush on Asta that somehow renders her just as “defective” as the other freaks. It has been such a let down honestly that Noelle turned into a willing member of the Black Bulls so quickly because she was like… the only person in the entire team that could facilitate some character drama. But no. She girl. Rich girl like dumb dumb country boy. Dumb dumb country boy say classism bad. Rich girl go ooga booga.

Literally had my head in my hands this episode while Noelle begged Asta to look at her in her bikini. They have massacred my girl. And every other girl in the series thus far.

sasuke_stanpdf you're the only person in the Crunchyroll comment section of episode 40 of Black Clover that even remotely understands my pain. Thank you.

The new OP made my skin crawl because it looks like we’re going into a Black Bull centric arc. (And because the digital zooms looked bad. Sorry.) But maybe the group will actually do something interesting. Better yet, maybe their characters will be challenged somehow. Maybe they will even have conflicts with each other! What a treat that would be in this barren wasteland of a narrative. And maybe, just maybe, Gauche will finally die. Surely, there will be a light at the end of the tunnel that is this arc, right…?

#:Black Clover #black clover #say yes. say Yes something will happen character wise Preston we promise #also Licht is the only light in this series To Me <2

[thirsty-4-ghouls]

More sole survivor headcanons (at least for my own little fish freak)

LONG POST

might even add more later, when people aren’t trying to talk to me.

She cannot travel alone. She will get twitchy and more on edge and start to think about things she doesn’t want to think about. Closest thing she has to therapy is trauma dumping on curie and she feels bad about doing that.

She lost pretty much everyone except codsworth in a DAY, she’s scared of being alone again and afraid of loss. She knew something was wrong with her the moment she found herself ready to attack and hide from any noise she heard before finding codsworth, but she thought it was because she didn’t have her medication anymore. She started to think it might be something new in addition to her past issues when she first tried to go somewhere alone, just for a bit, and started to feel like a feral cat who was cornered.

She has nightmares and insomnia.

Once she learned that some people survived as ghouls a small part of her brain has keept thinking about how she doesn’t really know what happened to her parents and siblings because she had moved to a different part of the country for school and marriage. The voice at the back of her mind keeps reminding her that someone might still be alive back there, what we would call states away, but the map was different for her.

She already had a history with depression and anxiety, this made things both easier and harder. She already knew some behavioral therapy, but was now unmedicated and had just experienced even worse trauma.

She barely ate or slept until they found kellogg and after realizing she didn’t have anything to chase, no hints or trails, she finally fell apart. That was her rock bottom and she wouldn’t leave ANY of her friends (and family, codsworth you are oldest fam alive, complicated then future dynamic with Shaun the first excluded) for longer than it took to use the bathroom. That was understandably annoying for her new friends but she started to get at least a little more put together as she made more friends and any progress on finding her son. She latched on to nick in a particularly interesting way. seeing him as a sort of father figure.

After killing Kellogg she struggled with trying to avoid alcoholism. She knew her family had a history of addiction and was scared of getting it herself. She knows how easy it is to use drugs as an escape, to self medicate, because her own brother struggled with it. It makes her more sensitive to the topic. She’s also had friends who had less than healthy coping mechanisms pre-war, regardless of her field of work, I mean, she could have been a defense attorney (I haven’t decided. It would be funny with her seeing nick as a dad though XD) Supporting people who have problems with it also reminds her of her family (in a really sad way). She’s even more scared of having it herself because she no longer gets her prescription drugs (pharmacy exploding and all that) but does pretty well, you can’t miss something you never tried! Right? Right??? Unfortunately she has tried alcohol.

Why I don’t say her finding Shaun the first and learning that he was involved in some fucked up shit and grew up without her was not her lowest point: she knew where her son was, she had a new goal (convince son to stop hurting people as much. Didn’t really work, but it was something) and she had more friends and had had more time to start to process the other deaths.

She gets sensitive when it comes to robots. Codsworth was her only family for awhile after all. Not in the sense of fighting any, she has fought some of everything at this point, it’s more when they get pushed around (which you know, is pretty standard. You look at something like you would a toaster and that’s how things go🤷‍♀️) she’s probably seen as a little weird because of that, but she is weird so it’s not like she cares too much. She’s more like that with some types of robot than others. She’s still biased 🤷‍♀️

She also doesn’t have trouble seeing synths as people, especially gen 3, because she’s just autistic about it. Do you call one identical twin a copy? One less of a person? No. This is like that at its core! There is just a lot more fucked up around that… like the replacing people. Not the synths faults though. She actually feels bad for them and the situations they get put in.

She likes to gnaw on things, especially after becoming a fish-woman. It’s a stim that gets her some weird looks.

The moment she realized Shaun had basically cloned himself and made a second Shaun her brain decided she just had two kids now, kind of like when rescues will give a momma cat an orphaned kitten. Different circumstances same vibes.

Her eyes reflect light, that changed with her other features as an adaptation for seeing in dark water. It can startle people.

She seems very social because of her loneliness and eagerness for helping others (it gives her a purpose besides ‘find son’) but she’s actually very nervous about interacting with others. She copes by seeing introductions as a performance and not just, awkward social interaction.

She’s a 5’3 toothpick of a woman and thus prefers ranged combat.

She was afraid of heights and still gets nervous at a certain point, but she’s gradually gotten used to the idea of high up=safe, hard to reach, defendable. Thus, she can occasionally be found chilling in strange places off the ground.

In the months before she got kicked out of the institute she may or may not have gone around stealing data. Copying files, what have you. No one asked her to, she just does that. Her room at the castle is full of boxes with files and hollotapes like a pirated library. This has happened almost every where she goes, even if she doesn’t actually steal anything, she’s a serial computer hacker. You can stop a fish from swimming ;3 can’t stop a nerd from asking questions.

That last headcanon was developed before I did far harbor and makes it incredibly funny when dima gets mad that you destroyed all that knowledge. My oc is just standing there like “you’d think that, wouldn’t you” the fact that you can’t say you stole it (since it’s not canon) makes it extra funny because she probably would withhold that information from a stranger, sort of estranged uncle? or not. She also set off the evacuation alarms before destroying the institute and has encountered survivors. Two OTHER things you can’t tell him. Basically it’s like “you destroyed the information” and she’s like ‘perhaps’

not to mention that her SON is a gen 3 synth, obviously she would want all the info she could get. It’s not like there are guide books for “how to parent a different human subspecies and the differences in morphology” at least not unless she writes one.

Being like “Is this an uncle?” And then learning he also replaced someone is like, again? This keeps happening. (Average person has zero mysterious relatives who replace people with copies of them. Replacing people relatives georg(s) are outliers and should not be counted)

she has a grudge against elder maxson and he probably barely knows who she is.

Fun fact I think is funny, she has pacified many creatures, including every type of mirelurk except queens. This means she has basically had the same control over every type except the queens… who control the others… she is a fish usurper.

I as the player couldn’t make myself do nuka world or join the brotherhood because “makes me feel bad and that’s not fun” :/ I still haven’t finished she railroad quest line though because I know they have brainwashed kids on there and it also treats me apart. Nothing happens if you just ignore finishing it in the game, but I imagine she’d have to make a decision at some point if all that was actually happening, and she’s going to side with her family and settlers, so maxson gets no genocide in her timeline.

“Oh but fallout is a post-apocalyptic game and you can’t always make perfect moral choices” I know a lot of people didn’t care about Shaun the first, but I am a softie who was focused on exactly one thing until Kellogg died… well…. Until I blew him up, and so it wasn’t easy for me to do the (in my opinion) right thing and blow the institute up. I’m having fun but I still make decisions I think are hard in the game, I just avoid some because I can 😅 that’s not mentioning smaller decisions.

She found pickman disturbing, it definitely traumatized her more, but I think it might have done something to her too considering the fact that she has dismembered corpses and arranged them to leave a message at least once… she’s not okay and we all break at some point. More than once. Several times actually.

This is getting way too long so I’ll stop. I understand if you unfollow me for my blorbo infodumping

Again, these are all headcanon and or ways I played my character. This doesn’t have to be yours and you don’t have to like it.

#emma posts #fallout 4 oc #look at me traumatize her #I project and traumatize my blorbos #long post #I project so hard #empty slate is open for writing on

[whoopsieintheuniverse]

Headcanon Time!

Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh I’m writing for Naruto again!

Kisame Headcanons

NSFW under the cut so Imma need the minors to not go under there. Thnks. 

Very polite, mhm. 

This is kind of canonical, but I just wanna emphasize how polite Mr. Hoshigaki is. He will kick your ass in training and then tell you to have a good day and genuinely mean it. 

He’s also just not very judgmental, which is probably due to how he was raised. 

I headcanon that Kisame had a very country, almost hilly-billy like family. In canon, there are no Hoshigaki names on memorials in his village; they’ve been expunged. I don’t know why but that’s some Hatfield-McCoy type shit. The Hoshigakis were menaces to society for no particular reason, and Kisame just had to go with the family.

After seeing what he’s seen, yeah Kisame is not judging you at all. 

Talks to Samehada and knows its responses like the back of his hand.

I think the bond to Samehada and its user works similarly to Venom and Eddie Brock. 

That shit is a symbiote and you cannot change my mind. 

A FULLY SENTIENT SWORD?? THAT HAS FOOD TASTE PREFERENCES??? yeaaaaahhh your honor, that’s a symbiote. 

Sometimes, who Kisame trains with is dependent on what chakra Samehada has a taste for that day. Kisame definitely soils her. Talks to her like a dog when no one is looking. 

Itachi has seen it. He says nothing, but he think it’s cute. 

Because of the bond between him and Samehada, I think Kisame can kind of taste chakra, too. He’s been bonded to the sword so many times that he has some of its powers even when not formally bonded together.

Kisame can swim, but he can’t fish.

 It makes no sense, but Kisame is terrible at fishing. He isn’t all that patient, and sedentary activities like that don’t strike his fancy all that much. 

Itachi is convinced that sometimes Kisame scares the fish away on purpose. 

As for swimming, Kisame, of course, is a strong swimmer, but did you know that wasn’t always the case? 

Kisame couldn’t swim all that well until he hit the ninja academy. I definitely think his family just chucked him into the water, and poor baby was pretty sure he was drowning until he remembered his gills. 

I think the “fussy, nervous kid growing up into a laid-back adult” trope is just funny, and it fits Kisame in my mind. 

Instigatorrrrrrrr. 

Again, pretty canonical, but one of Kisame’s favorite hobbies is starting shit. 

The rest of the Akatsuki is sooooo used to hearing him pipe up,” You just gonna take that?” during an argument. 

Itachi tries to get him to stop with one of his patented “Uchiha glares” but pouring fuel on a fire is too good for Kisame sometimes. 

Besides, he doesn’t do it often. More of just messing around. The Akatsuki is really the first place Kisame has been more comfortable of being himself and not just a weapon or tool, so his personality really has a tendency to chime through when he finds something funny amongst the members. 

In addition to this, Kisame also is very physical in a big-brother way. Very much will give Deidara a noogie. Is also the king of the shoulder-bump thing guys do when they pass you. Kisame is your annoying frat-brother confirmed. 

To go with the above, Kisame has not had many friends.

He didn’t allow himself to have friends. Thought they were liabilities. 

As such, even though Kisame will consider you a friend in his mind, he will be very independent. 

This is because he still struggles with the “shinobi have no friends” mentality, and because he doesn’t want his friends to think he can’t handle himself. 

To Kisame, if he isn’t firing at 500%, he isn’t good enough and other people will think that as well. 

Pls tell him he’s good. 

***********************NSFW CONTENT BELOW!!***************

 NSFW Kisame Headcanons

Get into it, yuh

Firm believer in “attitude adjustments”. 

Like, if there’s something seriously wrong, of course he’s not gonna be one of those guys that just pop it out unprompted. However. 

You feeling bad, babe? Shooot, let your man fix it. Hidan pissed you off? Yeah, let him make it all better. That movie made you sad? Sit on his lap and tell him alllll about it.

Let. Him. Pin. You. Down.

Kisame has such a huge thing for immobilizing his partner. Not even in a bondage way, but definitely with his body. Gets him hot for sure. 

It also makes him feel all mushy that you trust him enough to let him have that control. Think about it. You trust him, a missing-nin, a mercenary, and whatever else people call him. Despite everything he’s done and everything he’s been through, you still trust him and love him. Makes Kisame love you more each time.

Adventurous in bed. 

The Kama Sutra is a checklist for Kisame. No, I will not accept criticism, and no, I will not take it back. 

Every time, it’s kind of interesting to see what positions Kisame will think of next. 

He can’t help it! He loves every part of you, so of course he wants to see and touch and taste everything. One minute, you’re face to face and the next minute, he’s slinging you into a different  position. Just how it is babes. 

He will look out to not stress or stretch your body in any ways you can’t take, especially if you’re not a shinobi. 

Kisame has a thing for being used by his partner.

Now let me explain. To put it lightly, sit on his face. Use him as a dildo every once in a while. Take what you want from him, pls. 

Kisame just wants you to be completely satisfied by him. Using his body to get off like that is just *static noises*. Please just top him once in a while, I promise he will love it. 

So sweet after.

Kisame is not stupid. He knows his stamina is crazy, and he knows he’s rough.

Gives the best massages! Let him work out those knots he’s put into your back.

Likes to cuddle. He’s touch-starved and the first time you curled up to him, it freaked him the hell out. After that though? If you don’t cuddle up to him post-coitus, he’s going to assume something’s wrong unless you tell him otherwise.  

He also likes little forehead kisses and kisses on his shoulders. Don’t tell the guys, he has a reputation to keep.

#kisame #kisame hoshigaki #kisame x reader #kisame hoshigaki x reader #akatsuki headcanons #akatuski #kisame akatsuki #kisame headcanons #akatsuki headcanon

[blackstarising]

coming back to this post i made again to elaborate - especially as the ted lasso fandom is discussing sam/rebecca and fandom racism in general. there are takes that are important to make that i had failed to previously, but there's also a growing amount of takes that i have to, As A Black Person™, respectfully disagree with.

tl;dr for the essay below sam being infantilized and the sam/rebecca relationship are not the same issue and discussing the former one doesn't mean excusing the latter. and we've reached the glen of the Dark Forest where we sit down and talk about fandom racism.

i should have elaborated this in my last post about sam/rebecca, but i didn't. i'll say it now - i personally don't support sam and rebecca getting together for real. i believe what people are saying is entirely correct, even though sam is an adult legally, he and rebecca are, at the very least, two wildly different stages of life. for americans, he's at the equivalent of being a junior in college. there are things he hasn't gotten the chance to experience and there are areas he needs to grow in. when i was younger, i didn't understand the significance of these age gaps, i just thought it would be fine if it was legal, but as someone who is now a little older than sam in universe, i understand fully. we can't downplay this. whether or not you think sam works for rebecca or not, even despite the gender inversion of the Older Man Younger Woman trope, whether or not he is a legal adult, i don't think at this point in time, their relationship would work. i think it's an interesting narrative device, but i don't want to see it play out in reality.

that being said!

what's worrying me is that two discussions are being conflated here that shouldn't be. sam having agency and being a little more grown™ than he's perceived to be does not suddenly make his relationship with rebecca justified. i had decided to bring it up because sam was being brought into the spotlight again and i was starting to realizing that his infantilization was more common than i felt comfortable with.

sam's infantilization (and i will continue to call it that), is a microaggression. it's is in the range of microaggressions that i would categorize as 'fandom overcompensation'. we have a prominent character of color that exhibits traits that aren't stereotypical, and we don't want to appear racist or stereotypical, so we lean hard in the other direction. they're not aggressive, they're a Sweet Baby, they're not world weary, they're now a little naive. they're not cold and distant, they're so nice and sweet that there's no one that wouldn't want approach them, and yeah, on their face, these new traits are a departure and, on their face, they seem they look really good.

but at a certain point, it reaches an inflection point, and, like the aftertaste of a diet coke, that alleged sweetness veers into something a lot less sweet. it veers into a lack of agency for the character. it veers into an innocence that appears to indicate that the person can't even take care of themselves. it veers into a one-dimensional characterization that doesn't allow for any depth or negative emotion.

it's not kind anymore. it's not a nice departure from negative stereotypes. it's not compensating for anything.

it's patronizing.

it is important that we emphasize that characters of color are more than the toxic stereotypes we lay on them, yes, but we make a mistake in thinking that the solution is overcorrection. for one thing, people of color can usually tell. don't get it twisted, it's actually pretty obvious. for another, it just shifts from one dimension to another. people of color are still supposed to be Only One Character Trait while white people can contain multitudes. ted, who is pretty much as pollyanna as they come, can be at once innocent and naive and deep and troubled and funny and scared. jamie can be a prick and sexy and also lonely and also a victim of abuse. sam, however, even though he was bullied (by jamie, no less), is thousands of miles away from home, and has led a protest on his team, is usually just characterized as human sunshine with much less acknowledgement of any other traits beyond that.

and that's why i cringe when fandom calls sam a Sweet Baby Boy without any sense of irony. is that all we're taking away? after all this time? even for a comedy, sam has received a substantive of screen time over two whole seasons, and we've seen a range of emotions from him. so as a black person it's hurtful that it's boiled down to Sweet Baby Boy.

that's the problem. we need to subvert stereotypes, but more importantly, we need to understand that people of color are not props, or pieces of cardboard for their white counterparts. they are full and actualized and have agency in their own right and they can have other emotions than Angry and Mean or Sweet and Bubbly without any nuance between the two. i think the show actually does a relatively good job of giving sam depth (relatively, always room for improvement, mind you), especially holding it in tension with his youth, but the fandom, i worry, does not.

it's the same reason why finn from star wars started out as the next male protagonist in the sequel trilogy but by the third movie was just running around yelling for REY!! it's the same reason why when people make Phase 4 Is the Phase For Therapy gifsets for the mcu and show wanda maximoff, loki, and bucky barnes crying and being sad but purposefully exclude sam wilson who had an entire show to tell us how difficult his life is, because people find out if pee oh sees are also complex, they'll tell the church.

and the reason why i picked up on this very early on is because i am an organic, certified fresh, 100% homegrown, non-gmo, a little ashy, indigenous sub saharan African black person. the ghanaian tribes i'm descended from have told me so, my black ass parents have told me so, and the nurses at the hospital in [insert asian country here] that started freaking out about how curly my hair was as my mother was mid pushing me out told me so!

and this stuff has real life implications. listen: being patronized as a black person sucks. do you know how many times i was patted on the back for doing quite honestly, the bare minimum in school? do you know how many times i was told how 'well spoken' or 'eloquent' i was because i just happen to have a white accent or use three syllable words? do you know how many times i've been cooed over by white women who couldn't get over how sweet i was just because i wasn't confrontational or rude like they wrongly expected me to be?

that's why they're called microaggressions. it's not a cross on your lawn or having the n-word spat in your face, but it cuts you down little by little until you're completely drained.

so that's the nuance. that's the subversion. the overcompensation is not a good thing. and people of color (and i suspect, even white people) have picked up on, in general, the different ways fandom treats sam and dani and even nate. what all of these discussions are converging on is fandom racism, which is not the diet form of racism, but another place for racism to reveal itself. and yeah, it's uncomfortable. it can seem out of left field. you may want to defend yourself. you may want to explain it away. but let me tap the sign on the proverbial bus:

if you are a white person, or a person of color who is not part of that racial group, even, you do not get to decide what is not racist for someone. full stop. there are no exceptions. there is no exit clause for you. there is no 'but, actually-'. that right wasn't even yours to cede or waive.

(it's also important to note that people of color also have the right to disagree on whether something is racist, but that doesn't necessarily negate the racism - it just means there's more to discuss and they can still leave with different interpretations)

people don't just whip out accusations of racism like a blue eyes white dragon in a yu-gi-oh duel. it's not fun for us. it's not something we like to do to muzzle people we don't want to engage with. and we're not concerned with making someone feel bad or ashamed. we're exposing something painful that we have to live with and, even worse, process literally everything we experience through. we can't turn it off. we can't be 'less sensitive' or 'less nitpicky'. we are literally the primary resources, we are the proverbial wikipedia articles with 3,000 sources when it comes to racism. who else would know more than us?

what 2020 has shown us very clearly is that racism is systemic. it's not always a bunch of Evil White Men rubbing their hands together in a dark room wondering how they're going to use the 'n-word' today. it's systemic. it's the way you call that one neighborhood 'sketchy'. it's how you use 'ratchet' and 'ghetto' when describing something bad. it's how you implicitly the assume the intelligence of your friend of color. it's the way you turned up your nose and your friend's food and bullied them for it in middle school but go to restaurants run by white people who have 'uplifted' it with inauthentic ingredients. it's telling someone how Well Spoken and Eloquent they are even though you've both gone to the same schools and work at the same workplace. it's the way you look down at some people of color for having a different body type than you because they've been redlined to neighborhoods where certain foods and resources are inaccessible, and yet mock up the racial features that appeal to you either through makeup or plastic surgery.

it's how when a person of color behaves badly, they're irredeemable, but a white person performing the same act or something similar is 'having a bad day' or 'isn't normally like this' or 'has room to grow' and we can't 'wait for their redemption arc', and yes, i'm not going to cover it in detail in this post but yes this is very much about nate. other people have also brought up the nuances in his arc and compared them to other white characters so i won't do it here.

these behaviors and reactions aren't planned. they aren't orchestrated. they're quite literally unconscious because they've been lovingly baked into western society for centuries. you can't wake up and be rid of it. whether you intended it or not, it can still be racist.

and it's actually quite hurtful and unfair to imply that concerns about racism in the TL fandom are unfounded or lacking any depth or simply meant to be sensational because you simply don't agree with it. i wish it was different, but it doesn't work that way. i'm not raising this up to 'call out' or shame people, but i'm adding to this discussion because, through how we talk about sam, and even dani and nate, i'm yet again seeing a pattern that has shortchanged people of color and made them feel unwelcome in fandom for far too long.

coach beard said it best: we need to do better.

#ted lasso #sam obisanya #ted lasso spoilers #fandom racism

[dangermousie]

Mousie’s absolutely subjective, very biased Top 10 web novels list

Please note that this is hardly aiming to be objective, if one can even be properly objective about a work of fiction. It is 110% based on my preferences, which means this list is heavy on the angst and has nothing set in the modern day. It is also heavily danmei-centric, even though I read way more het romance than danmei, because for whatever reason, most of the danmei I’ve read has been insanely good.

10. Return of the Swallow - one of the two non-danmeis on this list. Smart and nuanced and with a large cast of characters. Our heroine is a long-lost daughter of the family that is brought back in and has to cope with familial struggles, crazy royals, court intrigue, invasion et al. It’s SO GOOD! There is romance with the sexy smart enemy general but honestly, it’s the heroine that is the main selling point for me.

9. Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator - the only other non-danmei novel on this list, this was my very first web novel and what drew me into this insanity. This is just a ton of fun, probably the lightest novel on this list, not an ounce of angst to be found. But it’s hilarious and features competent heroine and tsundere hero and I will always love it for opening a new world to me. Anyway, our heroine transmigrates into the novel as the female lead. Unlike the original lead though she doesn’t want to seek adventures and angst - she just wants to comfortably live with the wealthy, nice husband heroine has. Alas, said husband is no longer nice since he has previously lived this story where he was betrayed by FL and then transmigrated/reincarnated into the past. Oh well, the heroine opens up businesses and makes friends. And eventually, her husband realizes his wife is way different this time around. This actually doesn’t have much romance, not until close to the end, but this is so fun I don’t care.

8. Lord Seventh - I am only partway through this so far, but it’s already on the list because it’s smart and somehow intense AND laid-back (not sure how this works, but it does) and is honestly just a really really solid and smart period novel, with the OTP a cherry on top of a narrative sundae. Plus, I love the concept of MC deciding he is not going for his supposedly fated love - he’s tried for six lifetimes, always with disaster, and he’s just plain done and tired. When he opens his life in his seventh reincarnation and sees the person he would have given up the world for, he genuinely feels nothing at all. (Spoiler - his OTP is actually a barbarian shaman this time around, thank you Lord!)

7. Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (MDZS) - oh come on, how are you even on this tumblr if you don’t know MDZS/The Untamed? This was my very first danmei and it’s so much fun! I love everything about it - the unreliable narrator, the looping structure, the main OTP, Wei Wuxian’s laidback, traumatized insouciance, everything. Anyway, the plot in the event you somehow transported here from 2005 is that the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, Wei Wuxian, was defeated by the righteous sects over a decade ago and fell of a cliff to his death. Only now that same Wei Wuxian opens his eyes in another body and everything that was supposed to stay in the past starts again.

6. Heaven Official’s Blessing (TGCF) - people either love its meandering narrative, picaresque structure and cast of thousands, or find it a detriment compared to much more compact MDZS. I love it even more than MDZS for those very qualities. It does have a rock-solid, darling OTP, but what really elevates it to me are the MXTX trademark combo of snarky/light tone hiding a ton of trauma underneath, the insanely intricate world-building, and what it has to say about the nature of grace and goodness. Xie Lian is one of my top 5 web novel characters and probably in top 10 from anywhere. Oh, and while MXTX’s stuff is not as angsty for me as Meatbun’s or even Priest’s, there are always exceptions, and there is one chapter in this novel that pretty much broke me and sometimes I still flashback to it and feel unwell.

Anyway, what is it about? There is a commotion in the heavenly realm - Xie Lian, the Crown Prince of a long-destroyed kingdom, has ascended to Godhood. That in itself is not so exciting. However for Xie Lian this is the third time (!!!!) as he’s ascended and lost his godhood twice prior. And now, the biggest joke of the divine realm is back, throwing the heavenly realm into chaos. And elsewhere, Hua Cheng, one of the four most powerful demons of that Universe, sits up and takes notice.

5. Golden Stage - my perfect comfort novel. Probably the least angsty of any danmei novel on this list (which still means plenty angsty :P) It also has a dedicated, smart OTP that is an OTP for the bulk of the book - I think you will notice that in most of the novels in this list, I go for “OTP against the world” trope - I can’t stand love triangles and the same. Anyway, Fu Shen, is a famous general whose fame is making the emperor antsy. When he gets injured and can’t walk any more, the emperor gladly recalls him and marries him off to his most faithful court lackey, the head of sort of secret police, Yan Xiaohan. The emperor intends it both as a check on the general and a general spite move since the two men always clash in court whenever they meet. But not all is at is seems. They used to be friends a long time ago, had a falling out, and one of the loveliest parts of the novel is them finding their way to each other, but there is also finding the middle path between their two very different philosophies and ways of being, not to mention solving a conspiracy or dozen, and putting a new dynasty on the throne, among other things. It always makes me think, a little, of “if Mei Changsu x Jingyan were canon.”

4. Sha Po Lang - if you like a lot of fantasy politics and world-building and steampunk with your novels, this one is for you. This one is VERY plot-heavy with smart, dedicated characters and a deconstruction of many traditional virtues - our protagonist Chang Geng, a long-lost son of the Emperor, is someone who wants to modernize the country but also take down the current emperor his brother for progress’ sake and the person he’s in love with is the general who saved him when he was a kid who is nominally his foster father. Anyway, the romance is mainly a garnish in this one, not even a big side dish, but the relationship between two smart, dedicated, deadly individuals with very different concepts of duty is fascinating long before it turns romantic. And if you like angst, while overall it’s not as angsty as e.g., Meatbun stuff, Chang Geng’s childhood is the stuff of nightmares and probably freaks me out more than anything else in any novel on this list, 2ha included.

3. To Rule In a Turbulent World (LSWW) - gay Minglan. No seriously. This is how I think of it. it’s a slice of life period novel with fascinating characters and setting that happens to have a gay OTP, not a romance in a period setting per se and I always prefer stories where the romance is not the only thing that is going on. It’s meticulously written and smart and deals with character development and somehow makes daily minutia fascinating. Our protagonist, You Miao, is the son of a fabulously wealthy merchant, sent to the capital to make connections and study. As the story starts, he sees his friend’s servants beating someone to death, feels bad, and buys him because, as we discover gradually and organically, You Miao may be wealthy and occasionally immature but he is a genuinely good person. The person he buys is a barbarian from beyond the wall, named Li Zhifeng. It’s touch and go if the man will survive but eventually he does and You Miao, who by then has to return home, gives him his papers and lets him go. However, LZF decides to stick with You Miao instead, both out of sense of debt for YM saving his life and because he genuinely likes him (and yet, there is no instalove on either of their parts, their bodies have fun a lot quicker than their souls.) Anyway, the two take up farming, get involved in the imperial exams and it’s the life of prosperity and peace, until an invasion happens and things go rapidly to hell. This is so nuanced, so smart (smart people in this actually ARE!) and has secondary characters who are just as complex as the mains (for example, I ended up adoring YM’s friend, the one who starts the plot by almost beating LZF to death for no reason) because the novel never forgets that few people are all villain. There is a lovely character arc or two - watching YM grow up and LZF thaw - there is the fact that You Miao is a unicorn in web novels being laid back and calm. This whole thing is a masterpiece.

2. Stains of Filth (Yuwu) - want the emotional hit of 2ha but want to read something half its length? Well, the author of 2ha is here to eviscerate you in a shorter amount of time. This has the beautiful world-building, plot twists that all make sense and, at the center of it all, an intense and all-consuming and gloriously painful relationship between two generals - one aristocratic loner Mo Xi, and the other gregarious former slave general Gu Mang. Once they were best friends and lovers, but when the novel starts, Gu Mang has long turned traitor and went to serve the enemy kingdom and has now been returned and Mo Xi, who now commands the remnants of his slave army, has to cope with the fact that he has never been able to get over the man who stabbed him through the heart. Literally. This novel has a gorgeously looping structure, with flashbacks interwoven into present storyline. There is so much love and longing and sacrifice in this that I am tearing up a bit just thinking of it. If you don’t love Mo Xi and Gu Mang, separately and together, by the end of it, you have no soul.

1. The Dumb Husky and His White Cat Shizun (2ha/erha) - if you’ve been following my tumblr for more than a hot second, you know my obsession with this novel. Honestly, even if I were to make a list of my top 10 novels of any kind, not just webnovels, this would be on the list. It has everything I want - a complicated, intricate plot with an insane amount of plot twists, all of which are both unexpected and make total sense, a rich and large cast of characters, a truly epic OTP that makes me bawl, emotional intensity that sometimes maxes even me out and so much character nuance and growth. Also, Moran is my favorite web novel character ever, hands down.

Anyway, the plot (or at least the way it first appears) is that the evil emperor of the cultivation world, Taxian Jun, kills himself at 32 and wakes up in the body of his 16 year old self, birth name Moran. Excited to get a redo, Moran wants to save his supposed true love Shimei, whose death the last go-around pushed him towards evil. He also wants to avoid entanglement with Chu Wanning, his shizun and sworn enemy in past life. And that’s all you are best off knowing, trust me. The only hint I am going to give is oooh boy the mother of all unreliable narrators has arrived!

The novel starts light and funny on boil the frog principle - if someone told me I would be full bawling multiple times with this novel, I’d have thought they were insane, but i swear my eyes hurt by the end of it. I started out being amused and/or disliking the mains and by the end I would die for either of them.

#cnovel #2ha #yuwu #to rule in a turbulent world #lsww #sha po lang #golden stage #return of the swallow #transmigrator meets reincarnator #lord seventh #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #heaven official's blessing #the dumb husky and his white cat shizun

[moxfirefly]

I have to thank @southernblossoms for this one, she got evil!Leo in my brain and he hasn’t left ever since.

TW: Violence, Gore, Blood, NSFW content below

Rated Explicit (18+ years)

“She said I'm looking like a bad man, smooth criminal

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before

She said that I don't look like me no more, no more

I said I'm just tired”

Leonardo always knew there was an inch inside of him that was darkness.

If left alone and unchecked, it would spread. Fester like some disease and he feared that someday he’d allow it to course through his body so freely.

And let it win.

It seemed today would be that unfortunate day. A night like any other, just more bloodshed than necessary. But hey, who said they should go and kill his father? Torture him to such an extent and string up his body for his brothers and him to find.

In that very moment that inch had grown in his soul to a degree that it blinded him. All he knew was to destroy, to hurt and erase those who had done this. He felt so cold, hands cupping his fathers motionless bloodied feet, the gentle tapping of blood and the cries of his brothers echoing in his ears.

So when Leo stood, bloodied (not bathed in his own), holding the head of the monster responsible, how could he regain peace? This had only brought a momentary second of reprieve and it was so fleeting. He looked into Shredder’s lifeless eyes, numbness spreading but a need that had started out as an inch. A need to kill everyone who had been part of this, directly or indirectly.

They all deserved so much worse.

They all deserved death.

Slow and torturous.

He had disappeared after that night. His brothers knew that this was the end of their leader, of their beloved brother who wanted to believe that good in this world could prevail.

For them they never imagined that Leo would just let the darkness take hold of him, nestle him with such a loving embrace. For him to embrace it right back felt justified, for his brothers it painted the gory picture of things to come.

They never expected to meet him in the opposition. To view him as foe and not family. Leonardo had quickly taken hold of the scum of the earth. He had molded the darkness to serve him.

Raphael thought Shredder was their worst enemy.

He never expected to have Leo claim that spot in a matter of months.

The Foot had fallen under his ruling, and he wasted no time in setting examples, and the bloody path those examples left behind never seized to churn the brothers stomachs.

There was no means of bringing him back, and perhaps it’s for the better.

Because whatever has eaten away inside of Leonardo cannot simply be flushed out of his body, nor ripped from his very soul. The body counts too high by now as he strays further and further away from what he was taught.

From what his father taught him...

_______________

You run with the unsavories. An eat or be eaten mentality that has caused you to survive years and years of gang wars and mutant freaks. Not like you’d throw about that last bit, much less when you’re standing single file, close to pissing yourself because he’s there.

And Christ he’s a sight to behold.

A rumor, a legend, a monster.

You tell him you’ve got valuable info, you know where to follow the trail that’ll lead to success. Even when your partner tries to push his chin up in front of Leonardo, you’re already wincing at what his demise will be shaped in.

Leo really loves cutting heads off.

A strong emphasis on loves.

You swallow, eyes flying anywhere but the rapidly growing puddle of blood that approaches your feet. Even then, your eyes stray towards the newest leader of the Foot, Leo punctures his katana into the head, a crude skewer as he lifts it and examines the severed body part as if answers lie in the gush of blood that falls. Those dark blue eyes move on you, you swallow.

He walks over to you, blade in hand, blood tap tapping onto the ground “Your information” Leo’s voice is weightless, bored almost. You motion towards your pocket, the crumpled up note with a poorly drawn map the key to your salvation. Leo reaches his hand in and you’re still, stiff and frightened by the intrusive touch and his proximity.

He pulls the note out and examines, the ghastly expression of horror on the decapitated head so close you can smell the coppery scent. “Can you get more of this? The coordinantes?” You crane your neck to look at him, his stature imposing. “Yeah, I’m your girl for that shit, swear on it” He flicks the blade and the sound of the head rolling makes your stomach flip flop along with it.

You feel the tip of a bloodied katana on your chin.

“Don’t make me cut off such a pretty head, hm?” You want to nod but the blade digs and Leo’s mouth twitches in something akin to a smirk. The small cut to your chin stings, but you wonder why other parts of you vibrate.

The danger, the adrenaline, Leonardo.

_____________

Your next meeting doesn’t quell your nervousness. Leonardo is an impressive sight as always and it’s imposible to ignore that maybe you won’t make it out alive every time you both meet. Unless proven useful, which you take to heart. You bring all sorts of information, names, rumors, possible gangs wanting to take him on, the police. Any word you heard in regards to him.

“It’s possible they might try to meet you half way, catch you off guard” The warehouse is chilly, that fall weather starting to hit but Leo’s unfazed, the black tails of his mask move with the gust of winds. “Stupid of them to assume that” The second floor of the warehouse seems to be his own, leaving the rest of the crew bellow. He sits on the windowsill, cloth running up his katana, it had been bloody when you were brought in.

“I’m just repeating what I heard, I’m sure you’re more than adept to take them on” You stick your hands in the pockets of your jacket, you’d been frisked not like you were stupid enough to bring a weapon to this.

But then again, the more he polished that sword, the more you wished you had something.

“What else have you heard? Any word on Karai?” The woman in question had appeared to have disappeared into thin air after Shredder’s death and Leo taking command of the Foot soldiers. Wether she planned to reclaim what was hers or if she had simply quit was beyond you and anybody else. “Nothing on her, she might’ve skipped town or the country” You offered, eyes following the sword as Leo placed it on a nearby table.

“She strike you as the type? A coward?” He walked over towards you, his expression so eerily unreadable.

Yet, your eyes wandered over him. Over muscle and scales. Overs scars and bruises. That illogical part of your brain making you wonder and fantasize, because fear could be exciting.

There was something exciting about Leonardo.

“Well?” He was in front of you, looking down at you. It hits you how minuscule you must look to him.

“Probably plotting? You did murder her dad” You find his eyes, you swallow.

“Well he murdered mine. Eye for an eye...” He spoke gently almost.

“Makes the whole world go blind” You finished for him, and maybe that was stepping on a line but you noticed the corner of his mouth twitch up. For a brief second you catch his eyes scan yours, move across your face and settle at your lips.

Passed your neck, towards your breasts.

He turns around and grabs his sword.

“One week, find more info on her, your pay is downstairs” You’re dismissed and before you process anything a Foot soldier is ushering you downstairs and shoving an envelope in your hands.

That night you dream about what your lips might feel like against reptilian scales.

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Karai’s whereabouts are practically unheard off. If there was a trail it had run cold months back and judging from the word of mouth being passed around there wasn’t anything sustainable. You dig up anything and everybody. Every dirt bag with an agenda, ex Foot soldiers, opposing gangs, the mob and just about anybody you have in your radar.

It yields nothing.

You can’t return to Leo with nothing.

Rubbing a hand across your tired face, you make your way through the back alleys of the city. Your one week was coming up and all you had were weak possibilities and baseless assumptions. In your line of business enough information to create doubt can go a long way, but this was conspiracy levels bad.

So you thought and you thought quick.

Pulling out your phone you called him first. Perhaps a dumb move but at the same time you figured it showed that you were trying. You asked if the two of you could meet, the line briefly went quiet before your text tone startled you. He hung up and you were met with the address of a building in Brooklyn and to go up to the roof.

To say you were scared was to put it lightly.

You were shitting yourself.

The roof of the building had a green house which seemed unused but it looked like it was being kept up with the vegetation still green and alive. Your hand made for the door knob but something you could only name as a sixth sense made you freeze.

Leo was there, the shift in the atmosphere was impossible to deny. Your turned and blinked.

Wherever he had been, it must’ve been worse. There was blood on him, a fresh gash by his arm and the steady drip drip of blood hitting the concrete. “Jesus are you...?” You knew he was ok, but whomever had been on the receiving end of this had it by far much worse.

“Inside, go inside” He motioned for the green house and you did. Your eyes scanned around hoping to find something to help with. There was a nest of sorts in a corner, several blankets and cushions, a table and a chair amidst the plants. You found what you were looking for near the bonsais, a shelf with a box of first aid. Leo went towards a counter with a basin and a jar of water, he went about cleaning the gash on his arm.

You approached him with the box of first aid, blue eyes were cautious as you took out antiseptic and gauze. Leo had turned to face you, giving you more room to work on his arm as you bandaged it. “You alright?” Your voice held hesitation, Leo’s questioning gaze turned to amusement. “I’m fine, what I want to know is why you wanted to meet” You finished bandaging him and took a step back.

Pick your words wisely, you thought with a slight shutter.

“Listen I’ve spoken with any and everyone who might have any clue but Karai is off the radar”Swallowing a lump in your throat you shrugged off your jacket, worry manifesting in heat. “I know this isn’t what you wanted and I’m really fucking good at my job but this bitch is either underground or who knows! Dead for all I know!” The exasperation and worry was clear as day, he either took this the right way or the wrong way.

Wrong way being you end up pushed off this very building, at best ironically enough.

Leo swallowed the information, clearly bouncing it around his head. The dry specks of blood scattered across his green flesh. An odd silence fell amongst you both and even when he rose in all his imposing glory you kept your eyes focused on him. Getting a read on that cold calculated gaze of his was hard enough.

Your throat feels painfully dry once he has you backed up against the wall. Something about dying alone with not even an audience to witness it didn’t sit too right with you.

But then again, Leo’s large hand gripped your neck, nothing too tight but enough to alert you to its presence. Those blue eyes looked haunted but just beneath that laid something you couldn’t just place your finger on. The tips of his fingers lightly caressed you, one of them fascinated with your quickened pulse. You can’t blink, unsure what may happen and when he dips down your adrenaline makes you flinch.

Leo halts his movement, his blood feels like it’s pumping loudly enough for you to hear. Wide eyed you lean up instead and ghost your lips against his, Leo sighs through his nostrils and it stays that way. A pull but not enough of a push because there’s still fear in your blood and a hesitation that you can’t put a name to from Leonardo.

Your phone going off startles you, nearly making you jump out of your skin and to a fraction of your dismay Leo takes a step away. One of your contacts name flashed on the screen which meant there could still be some good news. Your turned away to speak, pulling a marker from your pocket you write down some information on your forearm. It’s a quick conversation and once done you turn to see Leo putting together his gear again.

You bit your lip, whatever was about to happen would just have to take a back seat. ‘Fucking coward’ you can’t help but think about yourself.

“One of my guys says he might have it on good authority that Karai is still here” You watch him turn his head to listen, even if he’s got his back/shell to you. “Well?” He pushes while adjusting his swords.

“He says she might’ve just met up with...with one of your brothers” Tense doesn’t even begin to explain what his body did, the mear mention of his family was a sore subject and you had been warned to not even attempt to open that can of worms. Swallowing and feeling your throat stick from how dry it felt you see him pull out a key and toss it to you. “Send me that address, you’ll get your money at the warehouse” You barely manage to catch the key to the greenhouse, but still you raise a brow at the offering.

“Come back here when you’re ready” Is all he says about it, confusion is painted on your face but when he moved to leave he takes a moment to hold your chin. “Don’t make me regret this” He says and before you can attempt to ask he’s gone.

You stay there, twenty minutes or so in nothing but your thoughts and his words swimming around your mind.

Feeling heat between your legs and a lick of frustration consuming you.

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Two weeks you contemplate the key in your pocket.

Two weeks you let your thumb hover over his number but never press down.

For two weeks you find your pillow between your legs, trying to reach the sensation he managed with just his body close to yours.

But nothing.

It’s not enough.

New York is covered in rain as you make your way through the sea of people. Regardless of the many umbrellas you still get soaked and by the time you’re up on that roof, hand digging out the key to the green house you’re drenched.

Inside you shake off the excess and remove your jacket. The cold hits you and you can’t help but feel silly that you’re here, maybe this is his way of taking you out, you’re not needed anymore by now you assume.

You turn on the few lanterns that are scattered through the room. Kicking off your boots you rub your arms and shiver, flesh breaking out into goosebumps as the door creaks open once more.

Leo’s equally drenched when he steps through, the black tails of his mask sticking to him. The two of you just stare at one another, steady drips of water and the rain outside picking up more strengh.

Carefully you watch him begin take apart his gear, leaving his katanas by the door. He’s trying to keep your apprehension at low levels, his steps slow and soft. You let your arms fall to your sides and as your heart tries to hammer out of your chest you don’t flinch this time, even as his hands go for the hem of your long sleeve. You take a deep breath as his eyes wander across your now exposed flesh. The fascination goes straight to your core, feeling yourself warm up as his hands rest on your stomach.

With trembling hands you unbutton your jeans and step out of them and the inhale Leo takes as he closes his eyes makes you reach for him. He holds you against him and sighs, large frame shuddering at the feel of your skin against his reptilian one. He buries his snout against your neck, breathing harder as his hands run all over your back and rear. Leo grips and kneads the flesh and a groan escapes against your ear that makes your wrap your arms around his neck. He feels the softness of your breasts against his chest, he’d be a liar if he said he hadn’t been dreaming about them for months now.

You can’t wrap your head around it but he feels just as you fantasized about him. The roughness of his flesh, the edges of his shell and god his teeth nip at your neck with a growl. Wiggling out of his hold you start to undo whatever else needs to be taken off and Leo can’t help but smirk at your frenzied movements. He allows you to undress him, he’s gutted when your hands land on his waist as you start to kneel before him.

“No, no, kiss me first” He cups your face and presses his mouth against yours and that’s it, you’re done for, you’re hooked and can’t go back now. His kiss is possessive, forceful and it drowns every thought in your brain.

You pressed against one of the tables with the many Bonsais when Leo’a tongue slithers into your awaiting mouth. He sits you down on the table and nudges your legs apart to fit himself in between them, you crane your neck up losing yourself in his kiss. He can taste rain water, feels the sweat and rain mingle on your skin. God he wants to run his tongue all over you, eat you whole if he could.

It feels like forever when he pulls away, reluctance in his body. Blue eyes search into your e/c eyes, he wants to see something maybe your fear so he denies himself falling into this rabbit hole. Your hands press against his plastron and gently you run your nails down the hard plates, you shake your head fascinated by the texture. He’s rough but strong, a marvel of a species.

With some difficulty you managed to push your underwear off and spread yourself again for his viewing pleasure. “I want you,” You nodded, eyes falling to the hard length between his legs. Leo wraps a large hand around it and pumps slowly, body shivering at the sensation. “God I fucking want you so bad” You feel him come back to you, mouth on yours in yet another harsh kiss.

The tip of his cock nudges against your wet heat and he bites your lip at the sensation. Leo pushes into you so frustratingly slow, even as his girth stretches you to a point you’ve never been before. You want him inside of you now, and Leo couldn’t agree more. He bottoms out inside of you with a lengthy groan, head thrown back in ecstasy. “You feel... so fucking good” He growls out through gritted teeth, hips picking up speed as you wantonly take him in. You press your lips to his chest and moan with each slow but pronounced thrust of his hips.

His hand finds itself at the back of your head, grabbing fistfuls of your hair to keep your gaze on his. The slight tug burns so good and you can’t help but keep your pleasure filled gaze on his own. Lips parted you let him rock into you steadily until his thrust start to slam into you. The sensation spreads all over your body, little shocks of pleasure rocking your body.

“Mine, you’re going to be mine and only mine” He voices lowly, a threat laced in his passion. You’re too far gone to speak, nodding aimlessly at his every word, moans falling from your lips. “Nobody will own you like I do, nobody will touch you, Y/N? You understand? I’m making you mine” He pressed his forehead to yours, lost in this feeling.

“Fuck yes, yours, I’m gonna be all yours” You lick his lips and when he reaches a hand between both your bodies your mind goes blank. A vicious shudder overtakes you as you muffle a scream against his jaw. He fills you up so good and so warm with a strange vibration that sounds like an endless growl. Each rope he pumps into you making his eyes roll back. You’re shattered against, limp and raw throat from the scream that leaves your mouth.

He watches your come down, hand against your cheek, thumb running across your lips. When he pulls out just enough to watch his essence cascade out of your pretty little hole, he pumps himself back into you. His eyes say it all, from here on out whatever your life was up to this point is over and done with. Leo nuzzles you still lazily pumping himself in you, blissful to the little tremors your cunt produces around his member making him harden once again. Picking you up, bodies still joined, he makes his way to the nest of blankets on the floor.

You hold onto him, all you can do is hold onto him.

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It’s rather odd to be in this position. With an entire year that’s passed it never seems to feel normal, not that you’re complaining though.

Being in a position of power by proxy has its fucking fun rewards.

For example nobody in this city will ever contemplate taking you out. Unless they want a very pissed off Foot Leader to set fire to the city and maybe even the world. From opposite points to now standing at his side. No one is to address you as below them, or touch you or let alone breath the same air you do.

You can still hear the bones that were cracked when one particularly unruly Foot soldier made snide comment about you. Each crack of the mans arm being slowly twisted until his arm broke still rang in your ears to this day. Leo hadn’t flinched, hadn’t even scowled even as the twist turned to pulling the limb off.

He did in fact fuck you hard against the glass windows of the hotel suite he had you both in. The copper scent lingering on his scales, but enraptured with the heat enveloping his cock.

With the city at war everyone had began to run amok to do their own barbaric things. Each part of the city divided between gangs, mobs, mutants, police and civilians. You were out on active Foot duties, you were still free to do as you pleased but with protection and Leo demanded your whereabouts on the hour due to possibilities of abduction.

He knew you were a weakness.

But did he give a shit? Of course not. Let them try, he hasn’t needed an excuse for his tyrannical acts thus far, but if harm did ever befall you, you only wished you could witness what his methods would be to exact his revenge.

And he was so familiar with revenge after all.

You admire yourself in the full length mirror, examining the body that training under Leo has provided you. The mutant terrapin in question comes up from behind you and wraps his strong sculpted arms around your waist. You can’t help but smirk as he rest his chin a top your head. “We’re heading out in half an hour” He mumbles against your hair, enjoying the scent. You watch through the mirror as his hands rub up and cup your breast, with a sigh you rest against his strong build. “What’s on the agenda tonight? Purple dragons?” You feel him shake his head, fingers dipping inside the cups of your bra. “Mob,” Is his sole reply.

You bite your lip, gripping his wrists. “We’ll be late” You try to muffle a moan as he tweaks a nipple, he grinds against your backside. “I’m killing them regardless, and I much rather have the scent of your cunt on my hands while I listen to their boring excuses for parley” Your knees buckled when you felt his hand slither inside your underwear, finger already parting your lips and humming as he feels how wet you already are.

You feel his other hand wrap around your neck, keeping you upright and your gaze on the mirror as his finger dips into your welcoming heat.

He engulfs your every thought, every sensation; and what’s the fate of the world when you’ve got him? He chose you just as much as you chose him. You’ve never considered yourself good, scumbag street rat who just happened to make a living amongst the other scumbags. But this? With Leonardo and the trail of bloodied heads he’s left behind, it’s hard not to be excited to see gasoline be poured on the city. He trails his lips to the shell of your ear and you can’t help but grin.

“Mine” He says.

Burn everything.

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Dream SMP Recap (April 12/2021) - 72 Hours

Quackity takes a trip down memory lane, recounting the events that led up to his visit to the prison.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Tommy

HBomb94

Foolish

Quackity

Badboyhalo

Karl Jacobs

Ranboo

Eret

Captain Puffy

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- Ponk’s room in Niki’s city is decorated with posters of anime, his favorite people, pictures of Ponk and Sam next to each other, and his Enderman named Speed Wagon

- He wants to get a poster from both Foolish and HBomb

- Ponk waits at the Community House and Foolish boats in.

- Foolish notices Ponk’s stump, not knowing what it is at first. Ponk tells him that “Sam happened,” and Foolish replies that Ponk needs to get Sam out of his head. Ponk then tells him that he’s been taken into a communist cult, and that he’s missing an arm, and it oozes red stuff. Foolish freaks out.

- Ponk remarks that Foolish has a good sense of style, and he would like to commission something. He leads Foolish to the city. Foolish asks about his arm again, and Ponk says he’ll tell Foolish about it in time.

- Foolish says at least Ponk seems to be in good spirits. Ponk says that it’s because of the medication that Niki gave him. The salmon in his roof produces a drug that makes him happy.

- They mess around with the posters in Ponk’s room some. Ponk mentions that Sam took his arm, and Foolish is shocked. Ponk’s said too much. He wishes Foolish luck and says he’ll pay him well later before leaving Foolish to the room.

- Foolish says he knew Ponk and Sam were on rocky terms, but it’s a bit much of Sam to take Ponk’s arm...

- He puts a picture of himself in the shark outfit on Ponk’s wall and leaves to continue working.

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LAS NEVADAS: EPISODE TWO

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Two shadowy hooded figures ride on horseback across the wilderness. 

There’s a third who rides a skeleton horse. 

They approach Eret’s castle from the direction of Antfrost’s animal sanctuary. As they ride down the Prime Path, sirens can be heard in the background.

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There is a montage of Quackity going to the prison each day, rain or shine. The waivers are shown, and Quackity’s name is signed.

On screen, the day numbers are shown as Dream runs around the cell, punching the air.

It starts from 2. At day 16, Dream is in the respawn pool as Quackity approaches. The numbers go up to 29.

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72 Hours before The Visit

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- Quackity rows to a remote island, where he meets Awesamdude. Sam is confused at how Quackity knew about this place.

- Sam has been busy farming in a small patch of land to get away from things. He started not long ago.

- There’s a gravestone with a disc and a jukebox dedicated to Tommy.

- Quackity tells Sam that Tommy’s death wasn’t his fault. Sam disagrees, saying it was his responsibility.

- Sam shows Quackity his beach full of turtles and his horse

- Quackity tells Sam that he’s a very caring person. Sam shows Quackity his house. 

- Quackity then tells Sam that he’s not the only one who thinks Tommy’s death wasn’t his fault, but Dream’s. To accept that is the only way to move on.

Sam: “I could’ve done something, Quackity. I could’ve...I don’t know. I could’ve done something.”

Quackity: “No, you know what you could’ve done? You could’ve gone back into that jail cell and put a sword right through his neck. That’s what you could’ve done, Sam. That’s what you could’ve done to Dream. Because guess what, Sam? this isn’t the first time he does it, and this isn’t the last time either. Sam, look at me...the only way he’s gonna stop this is if you get rid of him, Sam. That is the only way.”

- Quackity says they should do it right now. They go back into the house and Sam activates a secret door with a potato, leading down into a basement full of weapons and armor. They head out in boats as Quackity encourages Sam to do it.

Quackity: “Feel that fury in your fucking heart, Sam, and know that’s all because of Dream. Let’s go. Let’s go, Sam. It’s all because of Dream.”

Sam: “You’re right! I couldn’t do anything! Dream would’ve killed him anyways if I had gone in there, there’s nothing I could’ve done!”

Sam: “I can just kill him! I can just murder him! He can’t get away, he’s stuck in there, he has nothing! He’s so weak! This is the perfect chance! I can just murder -- no one would even need to know that he died! I can just say he was still locked up there, I could -- yes -- you’re right, and if I kill him no one will die! I don’t want any visitors already!” 

Quackity: “Exactly! No visitors! No visitors, Sam! No visitors, no one’s allowed to see Dream ever again, it’s a secret between you and me, Sam...we’re not gonna tell anyone. As far as we’re aware, Dream is in that prison, and no one’s allowed to visit him ever again because he committed that crime against Tommy. Guess what? no one’s even gonna wanna see him, Sam, nobody! Because he killed Tommy, and everyone’s scared of him. But guess what? You and me, we’re not gonna be scared, Sam, because we know Dream is going to be fucking gone.”

Sam: “‘Cause he’s stuck in that cell anyway! There’s nothing he can do! We could kill him, and when he’s a ghost, I could go in and kill him again! And kill him again! And kill him again! And kill him again! And I can kill him a thousand times for the one death he gave Tommy!”

“Do you wanna come with me? You wanna help me do it? You can hold him down, and I'll chop his head off! We can kill him just like that, and there’s nothing he can do! Yes! He can just cry, and scream, and he’ll die -- I wonder if he’ll laugh now!”

- They reach the prison entrance and enter the portal. Quackity tells Sam that this is all for Tommy, and it’ll make him feel better.

- Before they can go through the defenses, though, Sam hesitates and starts having doubts.

Sam: “Quackity, we can’t kill him! That’s the whole reason we put him in here to begin with! Tommy trusted me to keep Dream in here! And now Tommy’s -- Tommy’s dead, I can’t do this to Tommy! Tommy trusted me, and he might’ve died, but that doesn’t mean we can let this happen! No, no! Tommy would want us to keep him locked up! The whole reason we locked him up was -- if someone else dies, Dream’s the only one who can do anything about it!”

“I can’t ruin what I promised to Tommy more than once.”

- Quackity says this is his chance at redemption, but Sam insists they can’t kill him. Quackity stops and then says he’s sorry he got ahead of himself. Quackity goes to leave, but then hesitates and goes back to Sam one last time.

- One way or another, someone will have to do it. If not Sam, Quackity. He reminds Sam that Tommy’s death wasn’t his fault.

Quackity: “Sam, before I leave...you gotta get it together. Las Nevadas will have no place for emotions, or for any personal ideas that you may have, or feelings, Sam. If you’re gonna be my business partner, you gotta do more than this. Understand?”

“I’ll talk to you soon, Sam.”

- Quackity leaves.

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48 hours before The Visit.

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- Quackity is speaking with someone. He thanks someone for giving him the spot, telling them that they can’t tell anyone about it. 

- Quackity is near Fundy’s house. He digs straight down into the ground, landing in an underground area made of nether brick. It’s an extensive series of hallways. Quackity has a bunch of TNT.

- He finds the Egg Room and starts putting TNT around the Egg.

- He notices Bad and Punz approach and backs into the area behind, brandishing a redstone torch. Bad warns him not to do it.

- Quackity tells Bad that he doesn’t need the Egg, he knows that there’s still a part of Bad that isn’t doing this, and that they can work together.

- Bad replies that if Quackity gets in the way of his mission, he won’t have anything. 

- Rat starts barking. Quackity says he’s doing this for Bad.

Punz: “Bad, don’t let this guy manipulate you.”

- Quackity shouts that he’s going to light it up and places more.

Quackity: “We’re all gonna go. I’m doing this for your own, Bad! I’m doing this for your own good!”

Bad: “You’re doing this for yourself, Quackity! I need this! I need the Egg!”

- Quackity gets Bad to order Punz away and keeps negotiating with Bad. He tells Bad that before the Egg, Bad was one of his closest friends, and in order for them to do great things together, Bad has to let go of the Egg.

Quackity sets off the TNT. The explosions go off, and the Egg turns to obsidian.

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On one heart, someone slowly makes their way through the burning remains of the nether brick area, holding a single redstone torch as the Egg whispers. 

HOW DARE YOU TRY AND TAKE THIS ONE FROM ME.

YOU WILL SUFFER FOR THIS.

HOW DARE YOU TRY AND TAKE THIS ONE FROM ME.

They stumble down the hall and the screen goes black.

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24 hours before The Visit.

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Quackity rides Boner down the Pogtopia highway.

He pauses at Tommy’s summer home, looking at the prison, and rides down.

- He notices George standing at the entrance, looking towards the portal. The two have a happy reunion. Quackity asks him why he’s here -- George says he’s just chilling.

- Quackity hasn’t seen George in ages. George is surprised by the scar on Quackity’s eye.

- He shows George Boner, who he has renamed to Ossium.

- He asks what George has been up to. It’s been ages since he’s seen George, Karl or Sapnap.

- Quackity tells George that he’s taken a break from El Rapids and has been working on a new project called Las Nevadas, a country full of casinos. An entertainment haven. He wants to set up a meeting with George, Karl and Sapnap about getting them all casinos.

- George asks, what about Kinoko Kingdom? Quackity doesn’t know what that is. George tells him, and says that Karl said he told Quackity about it.

- Quackity wasn’t told anything about this. He asks how long ago. It’s been a while.

- Quackity thought they had El Rapids going. It’s been hard to get in contact with them. George says he can still join.

Quackity: “I was working on this project, and I wanted to p-- no, no no, you’re...that makes sense. That explains so many things.”

- George tells him the direction that Kinoko is in. Quackity asks if they aren’t a part of El Rapids anymore. George says he supposes they can’t be in two countries at once.

- Quackity asks George not to tell anything to anybody about Las Nevadas. It will open soon, but he wants all the details to remain between them. As far as George knows, it’s just a country with entertainment.

- He says goodbye and leaves, telling George to say hi to Karl and Sapnap for him.

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There’s a shot of Eret’s tower.

The Socializing Club and Purpled’s Walmart.

The old remodeled Community House.

The cobblestone version of Tommy’s house with the spruce trees around his land.

Skeppy’s original blackstone house with the three-door entrance.

Ze Haus.

The Spawn trap.

The camera pans up to a view of L’manburg, with blackstone walls, and the rebuilt Camarvan made of dirt.

The Elton John House and Space Program within the walls.

King’s Court.

It’s the Election Debate, Quackity and George arguing with Wilbur and Tommy.

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- Quackity is out on a walk with Wilbur. He wants to know more about Wilbur. He asks why Wilbur has done the things he does.

- Wilbur tells him he wants protection for his people. Quackity asks to talk to Wilbur off the books. He wants to talk to Wilbur not as politicians, but people.

Wilbur: “Um, I mean I appreciate it -- No. The election’s in twelve days.”

- Quackity insists, and Wilbur says he’ll try.

- Quackity says he appreciates the Wilbur is trying to protect his people, and he doesn’t aim to overthrow him. 

Quackity: “None of this is about fighting to me. I think there’s just a big difference between you and me, and I like to see the good side on people. I like to think that there’s a side of everyone that is willing to work for wanting to see a better future for everyone, and I think that’s where you and I are very, very different.”

“See, when I got here, when I got to these lands, and I wanted to join L’manburg, I was told I couldn’t. I was told to walk away because I wasn’t allowed to join L’manburg. And to me, that was a lack of belonging. And if I have to become President and tear down some walls in order for no one to ever feel unwelcome again, then so be it. I do believe that everyone has a good side to them, and I do believe that everyone has something to contribute to the nation.”

Wilbur: “Your aspirations of optimism are not going to be subject to my nation’s security, I’m afraid. I -- I completely disagree with everything you said...”

“You say everyone has a good side, Quackity -- and you’re right. You’re right. Everyone has a good side. But that good side is only there to help themselves. If you’re really gonna help people, you’re gonna need power, Quackity. You can make a movement, you can make a resistance, right, you can go out and you can come back, and they’ll give you a ticket-tape parade. They’ll cheer for you in the streets, but you will change nothing. If you have a revolution, everyone will hate you. You will sacrifice everything, and you will lose everything you ever had, but you will come back and everything will be changed. And Quackity, if you wanna change things, you’re gonna need power. That’s what you really want, isn’t it. Look at me..”

“And power isn’t gained from diplomacy, and bureaucracy, and giant courthouses suspended in the sky, blah blah blah -- it’s gained from swords, Quackity. It’s gained from blades. It’s gained from steel. Iron. Even if everyone has this good side that you’re talking about, then anyone who wants to prove it has to show their dark side first. You’re going to have to kill. You’re going to have to torture. You’re going to have to maim. When I look at you, as a fellow outsider...you’re not ready for that.”

“I’m leaving.”

 - There’s a montage: 

Quackity watching as Schlatt destroys the White House the day he left to join Pogtopia.

The Mexican L’manburg Revolution, Quackity facing Dream outside Church Prime.

Dream destroying Mexican L’manburg.

Quackity facing Technoblade in the Final Control Room.

Dream and Quackity outside of Church Prime again.

“I understand that you -- that you wish to cause problems on the SMP, and that’s your number one goal. You are, by far -- you are the biggest enemy on the SMP right now.”

---

Present Day.

---

He’s at Wilbur’s resurrection shrine. There is a chest marked “For Wilbur.”

- Quackity writes in a book.

“My dearest friend, Wilbur...

You were right all along...

And I won’t make the same mistakes twice.”

- He signs the book “PROJECT NEVADAS” and puts it in the chest.

- Quackity rides off on Ossium and dons the black hood as the sirens sound.

---

- Bad sees the sign about concrete that Ranboo left at his house and assumes that it must be some sort of cryptic scavenger hunt. He and Skeppy go to try and figure it out by reading out the other signs throughout the server

- Skeppy eats part of Jonald

- Karl builds a Party Island in Kinoko Kingdom with Pokimane

- Ranboo gets a wither named Logan to mine for him

- Eret works on their fortress

- Captain Puffy does a late night stream and does some mining

---

Upcoming Events:

- The Red Banquet

- The Las Nevadas business opening

- Dream’s lore video

- Ranboo’s lore (April 23)

- Tales From the SMP: “Space Race”

- Dream SMP’s one-year anniversary

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[procrastinatingsapphictrash]

I came back for you

Word count: 2123

Genre: Angst but happy end

Pairing: Natasha x gn!reader

Warnings: Abusive prison/government (let me know if I need to add any)

Request: Hey, so this is kind of a weird request, but could you do a Nattie x Powered! Reader during Civil War, where Nat, of course, is on Tony's team, and the Reader is trying to keep the peace between the two teams. Maybe the government takes (Y/n) and puts her in a shock collar like Wanda's because they think she was on Steve's team? Sorry this is so weird . . .

Summary: You are neutral in the fight, or so you think before you are told you can't be and are taken away with the rest of Cap's team.

A/n: Thanks @thewidowsghost for requesting this! Honestly I didn't plan on writing anything or posting anything today but I saw that I had a little bit of this done and to be honest my day has sucked so I needed a distraction and this worked perfectly. Also I could someone tell me how the formatting looks? I'm trying the new beta editor and I think I'm doing things right but idk. Anyways I hope you all enjoy!

As you take in the scene that surrounds you you can’t believe that you once considered everybody to be a big weird family. Certainly none of them are acting like it now. It breaks your heart to see them on opposite sides, throwing themselves at each other because apparently their personal beliefs are more important than their friends.

Neither of them are right or wrong in your opinion. There’s too many factors and both options suck, it’s the government’s fault for placing the team in this situation. However you are not happy with the way anyone is handling it, especially Steve, Tony and Natasha. Both Tony and Steve are acting based on what they think is right without considering the other sides to the story, although you can’t say that’s surprising coming from them. You do know that they genuinely do care for others but they can be very hard headed and neither of them like to be wrong.

It’s Natasha who you’re most disappointed in though, you thought that she would be a better negotiation, helping ease the tension but she’s out there fighting like the rest of the idiots. You thought that she would agree with you and try to bring together the two sides.

You narrow your eyes and zoom in your vision to the far side of the airport where you see Spiderman. You have no idea who he is but you can tell just by looking at him that he’s only a kid and it was irresponsible of everyone to let him be here and to fight him. You use your superspeed to get to him quickly and take him out of the way of flying cars and leave him by the side where it should be relatively safe.

“Stay here.” you tell him.

“But-”

You glare. “Stay here.”

You rush off before you can make sure he listens because you can hear a grunt of pain from Rhodney. He’s lying on the ground with Tony standing over him and Sam a few meters back. The fight seems to be ending now, you see the plane leaving and the rest of the avengers start to gather but it doesn’t matter because the damage is already done. You don’t know exactly what happened but it looks like a freak accident, somehow nobody’s fault and yet everybody’s fault for getting into this situation in the first place.

The mood is weird, as if everybody is holding their breath and taking in what they’ve done. In the background you can hear trucks pulling up and footsteps follow soon after. The first man grabs Wanda and she blasts him back lightly so he falls down. Immediately a circle forms around her, everyone pointing their guns. Clint takes a step in, raising his arms and trying to calm the situation down but the guns shift to him and one agent steps forward and roughly grabs him, forcing his wrists into cuffs.

They go for Sam next and he looks pissed but lets them cuff him without comment. Scott looks completely confused and out of his depth. You don’t know him but it’s obvious that he is not trained for these types of situations and is in over his head.

It’s Wanda that makes your heart break the most though. She’s like a little sister to you so seeing the tears in her eyes and the terror on her face as the agents move in to cuff her makes you want to wrap your arms around her and promise it will all be okay. But you can’t, that would be a lie because everything is not okay and trying to hug her would only make things worse.

The agents start to move away, leading Cap's team to their trucks to be taken away. One of them turns back and notices you, murmuring something to the agents beside them. Before you can even understand what is happening they are right back and grabbing at your arms roughly. Naturally you try to pull away but they are strong and once you realize what is happening you stop struggling.

“I didn’t pick a side,” you try to explain, “I was just trying to make sure everyone was okay.”

“You didn’t sign the accords and therefore have no right to be here.” one of the men tells you. You look towards Tony’s team for help but they all seem to be busy. Tony and Vision are trying to make sure Rhodney is okay and the kid is luckily back where you left him. T’challa is shaking hands with one of the agents and although it makes you sick because of the way they are treating some of the others you understand, he does have a country to run and his people must come first after all.

Natasha is the only one not doing anything and she meets your eyes. You silently beg her to do something, anything against what is happening. She stares you straight in the eye and shakes her head. You actually shiver at how cold her look is because you never thought that would be directed at you, you thought that the two of you were close.

“I’m not going to help you Y/n, you made your own choice and I made mine.” Is all she says before turning away. You watch her back as long as you can as you are led into the trucks, wondering how everything went wrong so quickly.

---

Nobody talks. You aren’t even sure if you’re allowed to. There is no way what they are doing is legal but who is going to argue with the government. A secret prison built just for enhanced individuals and imprisoning people without trial isn’t right. You were neutral before but the more you see of how the government operates the more you start to lean towards supporting Steve and the rest of his “team”.

You shift slightly because the shock collar is getting even more uncomfortable. Wanda is wearing one too, probably since the two of you are the only ones that have powers unrelated to technology and suits. She looks smaller than ever in her cell and you close your eyes because if you continue to look at her you know you’ll end up crying.

Nothing changes throughout the day until you hear the door creak open. Everyone glares when they see it’s Tony and he and Clint share a few words before Tony practically begs Sam for information. Sam’s reluctant but gives in, seeing that Tony is sincere and knowing that although he disagrees with Tony it’s not really his fault that you’re all here, it’s the government’s.

When Tony leaves things go silent again for a few hours. You haven’t been fed since you’ve gotten here, you realize, but you aren’t hungry anyways, your mind can’t stop picturing the fight, being arrested and most of all Natasha’s attitude towards you. It hurts even more than you would like to admit. You considered her your best friend but you also had feelings for her and you were dumb enough to think that just maybe she felt the same things about you. Obviously that is completely untrue and you wonder if even your friendship was a lie.

“How long do you think we’ll be stuck here for?” Wanda asks finally and although her voice is quiet you wince at how it breaks the silence.

“I don’t know kid.” Clint responds. “Too long. My wife is going to kill me and my kids-”

He stops himself, getting a little choked up which surprises you. You’ve never seen him this emotional before.

“I already miss my daughter.” Scott adds on and there is a moment of understanding that passes between the two of them.

“I don’t have my own family but I’m going to miss my sister.” Sam says. “She probably won’t even find out what’s happening until it’s on the news, if the news even covers it.”

“I miss the team.” you add. “Before this fight, we weren’t perfect but I considered everyone family.”

“So did I.” Wanda says and you all take a moment to miss what used to be.

“I miss pizza.” Sam jokes, trying to lighten the mood. It works and soon everyone is adding on ridiculous things they miss and things they want to do when you get out (you can’t even think about the fact that the “when” might actually be “if”).

Your eyes snap to the door when it opens and everyone shuts up immediately. You look warily at Natasha, unsure of why she’s here. Maybe the government sent her in to interrogate, god knows she is amazing at that and you honestly wouldn’t be able to not talk to her, as much as you’re mad at her right now.

She doesn’t speak, going straight towards Sam’s door and kneeling down, fiddling with the lock. After a few seconds it clicks and the door swings open.

“When did you switch sides?” He asks, raising his eyebrows, impressed.

“I don’t pick sides, I do what makes the most sense and right now breaking you out is the right thing to do. Besides I’m wanted now too, apparently the government doesn’t like it when you aid fugitives in escaping.” she responds smoothly, moving onto Wanda’s cell and repeating her actions until it opens.

“Do you know how to take the collar off?” she asks and Sam nods. He gets to work while Natasha moves on. Both Clint and Scott pass at her offer of freeing them. They both look like they’re itching to escape but you respect that they’re putting their families first.

You’re surprised by how emotional you get when she unlocks your cell. You thought she didn’t care about you so to have her here now is amazing and makes you feel bad you ever doubted that she would do the right thing.

“Y/n, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” she tells you as she undoes your shock collar carefully, doing her best to not hurt you.

“I-I thought you didn’t care about me anymore.” you admit, a single tear dripping down your face.

She wipes it away with her thumb. “Oh sweetheart I care about you so much, more than you could ever know and I want you to always remember that, promise me.”

You nod, sniffing. “I promise Tasha.”

“Good because I came back for you and I will always come back for you.” she says, leaning in closer. You look down at her lips as she continues to lean in because she is so close and it seems like she’s going to kiss you.

“Glad to know Y/n was the only reason you came back.” Sam says, smirking. You love him but you also want to strangle him right now, that bastard could totally see what was happening and ruined the moment on purpose.

Natasha flips him the finger but otherwise ignores him. “Steve and Bucky are waiting in the jet outside, I was able to dismantle alarms and cameras but we only have a few minutes left so follow me and be quiet.”

She grabs your hand as she moves out of your cell and you walk with her, the others trailing behind slightly. The halls are clear and it’s only a few turns before she ushers everyone into a vent. It’s a tight squeeze but you make it through and you pop out to find sturdy wires attached to the side of the raft coming from a nearby jet. Wanda and Sam each take one and their wires retract, pulling them into the jet. You gulp nervously, heights are definitely not one of your favourite things.

“We have to go Y/n.” Natasha whispers just as alarms start to sound, the noises loud with flashing lights.

You take a deep breath and grab the remaining wire and once you’re secure Natasha grabs it too. Closing your eyes tightly so you don’t look down you feel a strange whooshing sensation before it disappears and your feet touch down on the jet floor.

“So what next?” Sam asks once you’ve all collected yourselves, directing his question at Steve.

“We lie low and try to help as best we can.” he responds, sighing heavily. “We’ll figure out the details as we go, what matters is that everybody is safe.”

Natasha holds your hand again and squeezes it tightly. “And that we are together.” she whispers into your ear so only you hear.

You squeeze her hand tightly back. Your relationship with her has gone through a rollercoaster of a day and is mostly undefined but she’s right, all that matters is that you’re together now and you wouldn’t rather be with anyone else.

---

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[queer-and-dear-books]

Title: Spin Me Right Round

Author: David Valdes

Genre: YA Fiction | Sci-Fi (Time Travel) | Drama | Friendship | LGBTQ+

Content Warnings: Homophobia | Racism | Student-Teacher Relations

Overall Rating: 7.5/10

Personal Opinion: A hilarious novel about a gay boy who accidentally slips into the past to fix a tragic present. Luis just wants one thing, to dance with his boyfriend at prom. But his not-so-progressive boarding school won’t allow that. Even his mother won’t allow it. And all because of what happened to a gay kid 35 years ago. But maybe there’s a way for Luis to change that kid’s fate.

Do I Own This Book? Nope.

Spoilers Below For My Likes & Dislikes:

Likes:

- The fact that we basically got the ultimate happy ending sort of makes the stress worth it. I mean, not only is Chaz alive but he ended up marrying his high school sweetheart, Ernie. Antic Springs Academy is also the most progressive school in the country now thanks to all of Ms. Silverthorn’s efforts. And Luis’s mom is more supportive than ever of her gay son and wants him to live his best gay life with Cheng at the prom. It honestly can’t get happier than that. Not to mention the fact that Mr. Buckman is no longer a 60 year old lecher perving on teenaged girls at school. So yeah, a super happy ending.

- Luis has a great sense of humor. His conversational and parenthetical-filled POV was so entertaining, immersive, and easy to read. It set a good pace for the book and I really enjoyed it.

- Leeza is a badass for busting into the council and exposing her perverted lover to save her friends from expulsion. And to bring physical proof with her too. She really ended that man and his whole career.

- Ms. Silverthorn is the queen of this novel. She had no real reason to believe Luis nor was she obligated to protect him and yet she did. She went out of her way to protect him and Chaz from punishment and she did her best to make the school a safer place for queer students. Teachers like her are few and far in between but I absolutely adore her.

Dislikes:

- Fuck Gordo and Vin Weasel and Red and Buzzcut. Disgusting homophobes who are probably responsible for Chaz’s death in the original timeline. I wonder what had set them off though. It’s not like he kissed Luis in the original timeline so how did it lead to Chaz dying? Plus, Chaz didn’t seem like he was going to be coming out anytime soon either until Luis showed up so how did all this happen?

- The biggest issue I have is that Luis isn’t the most rootable main character. He’s self-absorbed and kind of arrogant and he has this attitude that overall makes him feel… sour. I don’t know, he just fell flat for me. Like he referred to Leeza as his best friend but they knew each other for less than a week and had maybe one solid interaction. Maybe that’s why it felt flat. They only had one week together before he went back to the present.

- Luis also messed around a lot in the past and it freaked me out so bad. Like Ms. Silverthorn told him not to fuck around and he did exactly that! And he turned out to be right for nearly outing people and shit? I don’t know, it just bugged me a lot.

- Cheng feels… flat too. He just doesn’t really have a personality because he barely showed up and he just went along with any and everything that came out of his boyfriend’s mouth. He felt like a doormat. A pretty, athletic mat. The most personality we really got was the promposal flashback which was admittedly very sweet and very perfect for an attention hog like Luis.

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[alicanta77]

NCT Dream Reaction: Dating Jaehyun’s younger sister

Mark:

ok this is probably his worst nightmare

like 7 billion people on this planet

7 BILLION

and mark somehow managed to fall for his bandmates sister

he 10000% did the biggest face palm in history when he realised he had feelings for you

takes him about a year to feel even slightly relaxed in a room with both you and jaehyun in at the same time

he just feels like he broke the bro code

even though jaehyun has said to him multiple times it’s okay

he can’t relax around him for a while

eventually tho he gets over himself with a LOT of convincing from you and jae

and things become much less tense

and it probably ends up with a really nice dynamic

it’s essentially the Ross, Chandler and Monica dynamic from Friends

when mark hadn’t seen you in a while cause of work, jae would be the one to invite you over

jae would be the one to help convince management to let you visit them on tour

and he would often offer to go out on your dates so that people didn’t question it if you were spotted

he essentially does everything he can to help your relationship cause he loves the both of you

Renjun:

would really love it if you didn’t tell him

like ever

but unfortunately you have at some point

so you drag a whiny renjun to the 127 dorms to tell him

jaehyun probably only annoyed that it took you so long to tell him

he wants to know what’s going on in your life so that he can support you

however happy jae seems to be for the two you

renjun still thinks that jaehyun is orchestrating his death for the next four months

‘why do you think he wants you dead???’

‘because i’ve corrupted his baby sister!!!! everyone knows he’s protective of you!!!! why wouldn’t he want me dead???’

‘because he can see i’m happy???’

this is basically how your conversation goes everytime

until hyuck causally drops into convo that jae was talking to the guys about how much he loves that you’re dating renjun

and renjun feels like he just got a blessing from god

feels the need to see you immediately

‘HE DOESN’T HATE ME!!!’

‘thank god you realised! if only someone had been telling you that for the past few months!’

yeah he just shuts up you sarcasm with a massive kiss

not that you’re complaining

Jeno:

goes straight to doyoung for advice on how to tell jaehyun

doesn’t appreciate doyoung laughing at him because jaehyun’s going to kill him for dating his baby sister

when doyoung realises it isn’t a joke he probably freaks out

‘YOU’RE AN IDIOT OH YOU ARE SO DEAD!!! YOU’RE DATING JAEHYUN’S SISTER?’

‘huh?’ *jaehyun walking into doyoung’s room*

both jeno and doyoung just sit there staring at him

‘jeno, are you dating my baby sister?’ 

jaehyun’s eyes start narrowing as jeno’s are widening in fear

‘possibly’ *voice crack*

‘oh thank god it’s you, i thought it was doyoung for a second and i would have hated that!’

jaehyun’s laughing and ruffles jeno’s hair while jeno tries to catch his breath as his soul returns to his body

the boy’s just realised he’s not going to be murdered

‘you- you really don’t mind?’

‘no i always thought the two of you would end up together, i’m just glad you figured it out quickly’

after this jaehyun can’t help but see how much jeno’s smiles around you

and how you always seem to be in a good mood around him

and he decides that he doesn’t want see the either of you any other way

Donghyuck:

as teasing as donghyuck is

i think it would take him a while to become teasing about this with jaehyun

he just cares about you so much and doesn’t want to lose you

so he refuses to do anything that may give jaehyun a reason to take you away from him

literally goes to the length of acting as jaehyun’s personal slave for a week until jae feels too bad to let it continue

‘haechan, i’m not going to make her leave you. you don’t have to do this’

hyuck relaxes a bit after that

but i think he would be one to avoid talking about your relationship as much as possible

jaehyun probably has to find everything out from johnny

he probably pretends to switch rooms with johnny for a night just to mess with hyuck

after that it becomes a slight war

that poor you becomes stuck in the middle of

you act as a mediator for their arguments too

every so often hyuck forgets you’re jaehyun’s sister and makes a joke or something

‘sorry boys, gotta spend some time with the old ball and chain’ *wink*

‘WHAT?!?!’

‘no wait i was joking please don’t take her away from me i love her so much’ *on his knees*

jae would definitely abuse enjoy this new found power over hyuck

Jaemin:

im pretty sure jaehyun is jaemin’s favourite hyung

they have a v cute dynamic and have mentioned that they were close in trainee days

so i think jaemin would be absolutely terrified for jaehyun to find out

like properly terrified

like, when he does find out jaemin just accepts that the relationship is over, terrified

so you have to calm him down and talk to your brother and bf separately

jaemin would probably also do some nice things for jaehyun leading up to when you’re planning to tell him

such as buying him food and stuff

poor jaemin’s really bricking it

but after jaemin realises that jaehyun isn’t going to kill him and you aren’t going to leave him

he relaxes into the ultimate bf material that we all know he is

isn’t shy about showing his affection for you around jae

but always makes sure to keep it respectful

jaemin easily proves to jaehyun how much he loves you

and it takes jaehyun very little time to become so damn supportive of your relationship

it’s probably jaehyun who argues with management about letting the two of you go out in secret

so now you’ve got both your brother and boyfriend who are willing to do literally anything for you

Chenle:

jaehyun has said multiple times that chenle is his favourite younger brother

so i feel like out of all the dreamies jaehyun is probably most relaxed about chenle dating you

the one thing that does send jaehyun through the roof however

is that chenle doesn’t live in the dorms

he is at his own apartment

alone

with you

and little supervision

his older brother senses are tingling

expect phone calls from him so that he can check you two are being appropriate

and god forbid you miss a call from him

‘WHY DIDN’T YOU PICK UP???’

‘YOU HAD JUST HUNG UP FIVE MINUTES AGO!!! YOU DON’T CALL ME THIS MUCH WHEN YOU’RE IN A DIFFERENT CONTINENT ON TOUR!!!’

you end up shutting your phone off and telling him off when you get back

other than that it’s probably surprisingly chill

like even the others members are impressed with how little of a deal it is

chenle and jae don’t deliberately avoid or talk about it when they’re together, they just continue as normal

overall a nice, low pressure, casual environment

and you best believe jae is your number one shipper

Jisung:

is probably too nervous to tell jaehyun himself

makes you do it by yourself even though you wanted to tell him together

but sung hits you with the pout and big eyes while he begs you

and of course you caves because who wouldn’t

but the first time he saw jae after he found out about the two of you, jisung was contemplating moving countries

HE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY

HE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO

HE DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO ACT

he just panicked went the most formal he had ever been in his life

bowed so low so quickly he thinks he cracked his back

spoke with every formality in the book

jaehyun was watching him in so much confusion

‘sung, you know i’m okay with you dating my sister right?’

‘HUH????’

‘yeah didn’t she tell you? i’ve been rooting for you guys for like two years now’

sung looks to the side

just to see you watching him laughing to yourself

‘why would you do that to meeee?’

‘make me tell him by myself and i’m gonna get payback somehow’

huffs and pouts into the night so you make sure to give him extra lil kisses to make up for it

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