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itsmearia01 · 3 months

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Past Love || Prolog

Various! Yandere! Jujutsu kaisen x Sukuna's past wife! Itadori's best friend! F! Reader

A/N : English is not my first language, sorry if there are some wrong words. (btw, here Sukuna is considered as king and you considered as the queen) And there are some OCs that I added to add more drama. Hope you like it!

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Series summary : You always get the same nightmare over and over every night. You feel annoyed but can't do anything about it. On the other hand, your best friend who suddenly becomes the vessel of a cursed king brings your nightmares to reality. You don't know what happened but the people around you started acting strangely.

Series warnings : Non-con, dub-con, yandere, stalking, kinks, gaslighting, blackmail, overtism, smut, NSFW, Minors DNI, all character 18+ (but first years still first year, try to make sense), sex, rough sex, oral sex, dom/sub dynamics, blood, manipulation, corruption, mind break, forced relationship, yandere character being their own warning, mind control, possessive, kidnapping. ⚠️Jujutsu kaisen character was not my original, credit to Gege Akutami as original author! There's a few OC as my originally made character. If you don't like/ you hate this kind of story, please go.

(Y/N) (L/N) or now known as Ryomen Sukuna's wife. That night was a wedding between you and Sukuna. Your father, who is the only parent you have now, is the figure behind all of this. It all started with him make you engaged to hundred year old demon when you were 12 years old. And now you are 18 years old, which means it's time to get married.

Many important people come, make you have to smile throughout the event. And when it all ends, that night you ended up at your bedroom alone. You reflect on all the things happened.

They think you're happy, they all think you love him. All this time you have to act like you can't live without Sukuna. You have to act like you love him. No, of course you don't love him. You admit he's quite hot, but he's not your type. You don't like mean, psychopathic men. You like gentle and loving men.

Your father always forced you to be obsessive with Sukuna and act like you love him. So you always hurting women who tease him because your father told you to. But you can't do much if Sukuna wants those women. So you are the antagonist.

You're 100% sure he's with one of his mistresses now. As the first wife of Ryomen Sukuna, everyone is sorry for you because he likes to sleep with other women. But you don't mind it, you don't care. But THEY CARE, those who think you love him.

"What should I say to your majesty?"

You hear the waiters talking behind the wall, you start to focus on listening.

"Did lord Sukuna slept with his lover?" Ask someone you recognize as your personal guard now. "Yes. I have to immediately bring this dinner to queen (Y/N)."

Not long after the conversation ended, your bedroom door was opened. "excuse me queen, this is your dinner." He said while put down the tray of your dinner. "Thank you, did he slept with his mistress?" you ask.

The butler raised his head, looking at you with pitying eyes. "I-That's right, Your Highness." he answered nervously. You sighed and told him to leave. Before leaving the room, he look at you with pity once again.

Several months passed, nothing special. He always looks at you disgusted, because he also thinks you're obsessed with him. When you meet Sukuna, he always with his concubines and those concubines always grin at you.

You have to be patient, this is for your family.

That day, he suddenly call you and everyone to the great hall. He was with a woman as usual, but something was different.

"I want to make this women, as my first wife." He said. Everyone was shocked. Because if he wants to make that woman his first wife, it means that she will replace your position. You saw the woman smiling innocently, but you can see her grin.

Because Sukuna wanted to make that woman his first wife, all support for you disappeared and turned to that woman. After your father investigated the woman named Yurika Sato, a illegitimate daughter of a lowly noble who went bankrupt.

The thing that made he attracted to her was because of her innocence. Sukuna really likes innocent women and really hates rude women like you. And just as you'd think, Sukuna will eventually replace you and take Yurika as his first wife.

But you realize this is your chance to escape. You tell your father that you will run away and he agrees. Just in time for the wedding between Sukuna and Yurika, you packed up your things and leave a farewell note. Finally, after everything Sukuna did to you from betrayal, his harsh words, and other acts of cruelty that you received from him, you are finally free.

You and your father still communicating by letter and he bought you a house that is not big but still very nice. Now you live in a village and sell cakes you make by yourself.

Until one day something special happens in your life. At that time you were walking around in the market suddenly you hit bye someone and fell. When you look at that person it was a tall handsome man.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry." He says. Reaching out his hand to help you up. And that's when you were get to know to him. It was strange that an aristocratic family name was used by a commoner like him. You were suspicious, but you were a person who believed easily when he said that he completely unrelated to nobles, he happened to share the same last name.

He work as a doctor in this village.

Months have passed and now you know him better, you start developed romantic feelings for each other.

One day he proposed to you and you happily accepted. It's been a month since you were married and you read a letter from your father explaining that the capital in chaos. There are so many evil curses attacking everything around.

You want to go there, but hampered by your body feeling unwell. You keep feeling nauseous and vomiting, your menstruation hasn't come since a month ago. You finally checked secretly with other doctors in the village. Unfortunately, it took a few days to find out.

Three days have passed and there is still no news about the results. Due to getting another letter from your father and worrying about him, you finally decide to go to the capital that day without your husband knowing.

But you don't realize that will be where it ends. You didn't find your father at your family's residence, and you immediately went to Sukuna's residence. You find your father fighting a curse and behind him is Sukuna. When your father neglects to help the others, sukuna who somehow looks very weak is attacked by a special grade curse.

Time went fast, you ran trying to protect Sukuna's body and in the end the curse attack hit your stomach. You lay down weakly and heard screams of your father, Sukuna, and your husband who somehow were there. You see them approaching you and screaming for someone to heal you. And what surprised you the most was when your husband shouted, "SHE'S PREGNANT!"

It's too late. You was already unconscious and fell asleep forever.

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"HAH- HAH- HAH."

You wake up from your sleep, the dream is again in your mind. You quickly looked at the time and realized that you would be late for school. You hurry up and get ready for school. Go downstairs and find your father and sibling eating in the dining room.

You grabbed a loaf and rushed out of the house ignoring your father's screams telling you to come back.

And this is your life now, (Y/N) (L/N) the only one daughter of a rich family which has one of the most successful companies in the world.

On the way to school, you keep imagining the dreams you've had every day since you were 12 years old until now. No matter how much you deny it, You know that it's not just a dream but an incident that happened in the past. Maybe it was your past life.

To be continued

A/N : Hello! This is the end of the prologue, once again English is not my first language, btw your family won't be featured much in the next chapters, so it's okay if you don't have any siblings to imagine in the story. Sorry if there are any wrong words. I feel it's too long for prolog, so I'm sorry but hope you like this story and waiting for the first chapter! Banners credit to @cafekitsune !

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nastyavolk-cp · 4 months

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JEALOUS AND POSSESSIVE (YANDERE PLATONIC ANNABETH CHASE x YOUNG SISTER)

A/N: First of all I want to thank my friend @aphroditelovesu for letting me use her headcanons to write this story! If you want to read her original headcanons you can read here.

Since this is a yandere platonic story, I believe you guys know what it contains, it's nothing new, just yandere themes, obsessive and manipulative behavior, characters trying to kill each other, yeah, the basic stuff. By the way, Irina is my original character and English is not my first language, so sorry if it contains grammar mistakes. Enjoy it ❤️

Irina Chase was special, at least to her sister, Annabeth, the famous daughter of Athena. She, just like her older sister, was also the daughter of the Goddess of Wisdom, but she was as well the spwan of Frederick Chase. This was what made Irina even more special to Annabeth, the two were daughters of the same mortal father and goddess mother, since she was little Annabeth wanted her father and mother to be together, when Irina was born, she felt that this dream was not so far away to come true, right?

She and Annabeth were 7 years apart, although the older one stayed at Camp Half Blood, she always made sure of visiting her mortal family, not to see them, but rather her dear little sister, Irina. Nothing and no one else was important, just her baby sister, she was everything to Annabeth and she would do everything to make Irina only for herself, after all she was proof that in the end she would have their family's dream together.

As Irina grew up, Annabeth did everything she could to be by her side, no matter what it was, whether it was family gatherings, birthdays, no matter what, she was always there to support her little sister and be the most supportive family member for her. Anything the younger Chase did, the older one would be there to celebrate, even the small achievements (excellent grades, learning to ride a bike, etc.).

The day Irina was ready to go to Camp Half Blood, now 11 years old, Annabeth was ecstatic, many things had happened like the wars, but everything was left aside when Irina was sent there, now the oldest could to have Irina by her side basically the entire time, as she had impatiently waited all this time. Of course she made sure that Irina stayed away from her half-siblings, after all, they weren't important, the two of them were.

Annabeth was extremely possessive and jealous, she hated seeing her little sister mixing with demigods that she thought weren't worthy enough for her, her little sister can't mix with those types of people, what if she forgets about her? No, there was no way she would let that happen, Annabeth made sure of limiting her little sister's contact with other demigods, if she had obligations she would take Irina along, she justified it by saying that it was just to ensure that she was always safe. Ha, big shit.

As if the possessiveness and clinginess that Annabeth had wasn't enough, it got worse when Percy Jackson got into the picture, yes, the super mega famous son of Poseidon. The moment he met Irina, he completely fell in love (platonically duh) with the young girl, she was like a young and shy version of her own older sister, and it wasn't long before Irina was considered Jackson's little sister, after all he wanted to protect her from everything and he was one of the only people Annabeth allowed to talk to and interact with on a daily basis.

But lately, and it took Annabeth a while to realize due to her illusions about family and such, Irina was moving away from her, very gradually. It's because? All thanks to Leo Valdez, who became friends with young Chase a short time ago, as he was one of the people Annabeth accepted for Irina to interact with, she didn't worry so much at first, after all Irina would come back to her like she always did.

How wrong she was. In a short amount of time, Irina began to idolize Leo, she saw the son of Hephaestus as an example to be followed, every time she found herself confused about something, she turned to him and no longer to Annabeth and worst of all, she began to refer to him as a big brother. This began to worry Athena's daughter. No, there is NO way Valdez would steal Irina from her!! She was HER little sister and not the Hephaestus's son’s, let him look for another child to satisfy his need.

“Irina, we need to talk.” Annabeth said dryly when Irina entered the empty cabin, where only she was. The young girl looked at her older sister with curious eyes.

“What is it Annie? You seem kind of angry…” She said hesitantly, you could see in Annabeth's facial expressions that she was angry, but she had reason to be.

“Oh no, Irina. I’m not, I just need to ask you something.” The blonde said, trying to hide it, but of course the young girl didn't let that go, but she decided to pay attention to what her older sister was going to ask.

“What is it, Annie?” Irina asked curiously, it was then that Annabeth took a deep breath and said dryly to her sister.

“I want you to keep your distance from Leo Valdez from today onwards. I already asked Percy to tell him about this too.”

Irina was static, not believing what she had just heard her older sister saying. Why? She finally had a friend she could trust and spend time with that wasn't just her sister or her boyfriend. Leo was intelligent and had a lot to teach her, she loved him, why did Annie want her to stay away from him? Did he do something wrong? But he wouldn't be able to.

“W-What? But why?"

“Isn’t that obvious, Irina? Oh please, don't act stupid to me! Do you think it’s cool to start ignoring me just to spend more time with Leo??” Annabeth questioned her, she didn't care if at that moment she was showing her true colors, after all, it wouldn't make any difference.

“W-What? But he-"

“It’s always ‘Leo this, Leo that…’, where is our partnership? We are sisters, blood sisters! From the same father and mother and you dare call that son of Hephaestus your older brother? Have you lost your mind??” Irina was increasingly scared, she had never seen Annabeth so angry with her, and it was for real. The young daughter of Athena, however, didn't understand why, until something finally made her realize and everything made sense.

“Are you jealous, Annie??” She asked her older sister, who looked at her with wide eyes and her anger grew significantly, never that she would admit it, not even to her little sister.

“As if, Irina. He is nothing compared to us, daughters of Athena━”

“That's why you're talking bad about him! You’re jealous of him, aren’t you???” Irina cut Annabeth off to continue her line of reasoning, her frustration and now anger made her realize everything. “You're insecure as hell, that's why you wanted to keep me away from others?? You… ugh, you are the one who ruined all the friendships I had and now I have no one, no one looks at me or talks to me….” Tears started to form in Irina's eyes, Annabeth immediately noticed, but instead of comforting her, like she always would, her pride didn't allow it.

“He’s not good enough for you, no, no one is! Only I, Irina, only I am good enough for you, why other people if you have me? You always had me in the end, now you're going to abandon me and go to someone else?! He’s worthless and a bad influence!” Annabeth argued and Irina had had enough of her, now with angry tears falling from her eyes, she screamed loudly.

“I HATE YOU ANNIE! I HATE YOU, I’M NOT YOUR SISTER ANYMORE!” She screamed and Annabeth fell silent, motionless and unable to properly process the words she heard her little sister, her precious Irina say out loud and with pure hatred. Before Annabeth could respond, Irina left the cabin in tears, leaving the older Chase contemplating her hateful words.

Irina ran into the middle of the forest in the camp, she ran until she tripped, she wanted to find Leo, he would be in his Bunker, but she couldn't take it and continued to cry, she hated her sister, she finally realized why she never had friends . This was all Annabeth's fault and her selfishness.

"Are you ok?" A not very familiar voice asked her, the young Chase looked around scared, but finally her eyes met with two black irises that belonged to a certain son of Hades.

“I-I am but… who are you?” She asked hesitantly before wiping her tears away, he wore an alternative look and Irina had definitely never seen him before.

“I am Nico di Angelo, son of Hades. You must be Irina Chase, sister of━”

“Yes, Annabeth Chase.” Irina said with a derogatory tone, which surprised the son of Hades. “I need to find Leo, I don’t want to be closer to her.”

“I think you'd better go to the infirmary. Your leg is bleeding a lot.” The Italian said pointing to the young girl’s leg, which indeed was. But Chase didn't care, she managed to get up with difficulty and was trying to walk around looking for Bunker 9. “Hey, where are you going?? You won’t go very far with your━”

“I’M FINE, I DON’T NEED HELP!” The child screamed in response, but stumbled again, letting out a groan of frustration and pain as she fell face first onto the ground.

‘Prideful like her sister.’ Nico thought, approaching the girl who was whimpering against the leaves. “Come on, I’ll take you to the infirmary. Will will take care of you.” He said picking the girl up carefully in his arms and before she could protest, he entered a shadow to take her to her destination.

But if she hadn't been taken, she would have faced Leo and Percy in a verbal confrontation, in the end, Leo actually wanted Irina as his little sister and he wouldn't hesitate to get rid of Annabeth to make that happen, after all, the young Chase deserved a better older brother and who would be a great candidate like himself?

That day, Leo Valdez and Annabeth Chase started a war over Irina, a war that would cost the young girl dearly.

#yandere percy jackson #yandere platonic percy jackson #yandere annabeth chase #yandere pjo #nastya's stories #yandere drabble #nastya's oc

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i9messi · 11 months

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My champion — Ruben Dias

It’s all jokes and fun about the two of you dating, until Ruben sees you after winning the Champions League. He is desperate to let you know the truth.

Word count — 1k

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"You really look pretty today."

You smiled at Ruben’s sweet words. He was so loving and always made you feel special. That morning you had chosen to do something different with your hair and somehow he had been the first to tell you something and realize it. Your eyes met again and it took all your courage not to look stupid in the middle of all those people. If it were up to you, you’d forget you were working and that you had a certain role to play.

"Thank you, Ruben."

"Lovebirds, when will you openly announce that the two of you are dating?"

Jack Grealish joked, while you gave him a bad look and Ruben told him to shut up. You worked in the kitchen area, so you were in charge of going from here to there filling the players' plates and making everyone eat. It was a new job that thanks to your friend you had achieved, you could not complain, they paid you very well and you could spend your free time talking with Rubén. The thing was, the other players also noticed the way you knew each other and they made jokes about it.

If you weren’t in the kitchen, you were at the matches wearing Ruben’s jersey. You were always there to support him, so much so that almost everyone thought you and Ruben were dating. Jack Grealish always made jokes about how Ruben was nervous in your presence, but this time, the english was causing a great scene in front of his teammates and staff.

Even Pep was looking at you as if there was something entertaining. There was nothing to announce. As much as Jack found it fun to embarrass you and Ruben, neither of you had accepted your feelings.

John Stones looked at you.

"Is it true what Jack says? Are you two dating?"

"Yes, mate. They’re dating." Jack confirmed for you, being a meddler whose job it was to get into your friendship and gossip.

"Stop, dude, they’re gonna believe you. We’re not dating." You complained back and forth and Jack rolled his eyes, not believing in you for a second.

"Yes, stop with your insinuations." Ruben complained and dragged Jack away. However, you felt the heat on your cheeks growing every time someone said something about you and Ruben.

You and him dating... that could never happen, right?

A few weeks later, you traveled to Istanbul to support your friend in the most important European football championship. That Saturday the Champions League final was being played and you were very nervous about the result. You wanted City to win, but you knew the outcome was uncertain. You had had a conversation with Rubén on the phone, where he had expressed his nervousness about what might happen. However, you believed that Rubén Dias was an excellent player and that as always, he would give his maximum to support his team.

There you were, encouraging the blues among the crowd, wearing a shirt that had belonged to your friend, but had given it to you. To think that his body had touched that same cloth made you feel a heat on your cheeks, while your heart was beating like crazy. Once you saw him, you swore that he was looking for you with his eyes, although with so many people in the stadium, it was difficult for him to see you.

The match started and your nervousness increased. Your eyes did not peel away from the men running after the ball, and mainly from Rubén. You smiled every time he made a good pass or protected the goal, you felt proud of the way that no matter what happened, he gave his best.

A good time later, with the only goal of the match, Manchester City won the Champions League. You couldn’t believe it. You partied with the other fans and when it was time to give the medal to Rubén, you recorded everything with your cell phone. You were proud of him.

"Congrats, my winner!"

Rubén saw you among all the people, as you approached his side. You focused on him, he was a little sweaty but still, he was still handsome. The man could be full of mud and grass, and he was still the most handsome man you had ever seen. The portuguese rushed to get closer to you, avoiding all the people around and reaching your face in order to put his two hands around your checks. The intimacy of his touch was a new thing for both of you.

"Rubén, you—"

He kissed you. There was no time for you to say anything, the gentle brush of his lips took you by surprise. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined that Rubén would kiss you in the midst of all those people. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the game, the happiness of having won or a combination of all those things, that had made Ruben finally fill himself with courage to do what he had had to do for a long time. In that kiss he wanted to show you everything he felt, the need to be closer to you, to taste your lips passionately.

You heard some laughter around you, you sensed that people were passing by and that some were recording your show of affection. You separated from Rubén so you could look at him, his eyes looked at you with love.

"What was that?"

"I’ve been dying to kiss you, I was so desperate. I promised myself if we won today, I would accept my feelings for you."

You wanted to tell him so many things but you were going to wait for a while to finally be alone. Meanwhile, you gave him a short kiss on the lips, a kiss that comforted the Portuguese’s heart.

"I really like you, my champion."

He smiled at your last words, "I never felt that lucky in my life."

The two of you felt someone hugging you, Jack put one arm up each. He looked at Rubén and you with that itchy smile.

"There you are, lovebirds! Is there anything you have to tell me?"

Grealish loved to make fun of you, but this time, you realized that after all, he wasn’t so wrong.

#ruben dias #ruben dias x you #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagines #ruben dias one shot #manchester city #mancity

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linkemon · 5 months

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Would you still love me/like me if...?

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Other headcanons from this series can be found here.

Baizhu ✧ Animal

✧ Would you still love me if I turned into an animal? This was definitely not the question he expected to hear on a calm and beautiful evening. This amused him immensely. You, however, didn't seem happy with his laugh, so he would ask you what kind of animal exactly, to which you had no answer.

✧ He's not a vet but he's a doctor. First of all, he would promise you that he would try to cure you with all means possible. He would travel across the world to find some kind of treatment.

✧ You pushed him further. What if such a drug did not exist? Well... He has experience with Changsheng. The snake, of course, loudly protested that it was not the same but no matter how you look at it, Baizhu also had to feed him something and take care of him (Changsheng said that it was completely the opposite way and that he was his guardian...).

✧ You weren't entirely satisfied with the answer, so Baizhu took you out the next day to console you.

Wriothesley ✧ Worm

✧ Would you still love me if I was a worm? Wriothesley is prepared for anything. I mean literally everything! Even for his other half's philosophical questions. It's not like he heard about this trend from someone in the Fortress and thought that you'd definitely want to take part in it soon, so he thought of everything in advance... He immediately replied that yes, he would still love you.

✧ When you asked what it would look like, he said he would prepare a miniature room for you in his office. There are a lot of different pieces of machinery lying around the Fortress, I'm sure he could make a nice set of metal furniture out of it.

✧ He could carry you around with him in a special pocket in his uniform. He wouldn't let anyone crush you. He would even make special warning signs in places you would frequently be. Everyone would adjust to them because, as we know, Fortress of Meropide has a lot of people obeying him and their sentences would certainly be extended to stay there for their whole lifes if they didn't.

✧ When you asked if he would like to change you, he said that no, just to see your reaction. He wanted to tease you but don't be angry with him, he loves you very much.

Nahida ✧ Fungus

✧ Would you still like me if I were Fungus? This question did not raise a trace of surprise from the archon. To her, it sounds like any other. After all, it is not for nothing that she patronizes wisdom. She has to consider many concepts. Nahida would think for a moment with a finger pressed to her cheek. And then she would say yes, of course. She would also list every possibility.

✧ First, she would try to communicate with you. She can connect with living things, so why not with you? If you didn't like your condition, she would want to change it. By any means available. You can be sure that the students at the Akademiya would be wondering about your condition. Someone would eventually come up with some cure... or not.

✧ If your new form suited you, she would leave you in the forests of Sumeru in a safe place. She strongly believes that Fungus would be a different form that should be treated accordingly and would like to befriend you with other shrooms so you can settle in.

Nilou ✧ Slime

✧ Would I still be your best friend if I was a slime? Of course you would, she said, grabbing your hands to emphasize the importance of her words. She didn't even have to wonder.

✧ She just hopes you wouldn't be a pyro slime, because she'd have to be very careful with her hydro vision. She wouldn't want to hurt you. Apart from this fact, Teyvat's laws are thrown out the window! She didn't think about anything that made sense or was logical.

✧ In her mind, it looks like she's taking care of the absolute cutie patootie, which is you as a slime. Her friend would still go shopping with her, spend all day together and perform on stage. Now you could create a one-of-a-kind performance or, preferably, a whole spectacle. Did she leave out the fact that you probably wouldn't be able to understand her? Of course but it didn't occur to her because she was too excited.

✧ You have to forgive her, over the next week she will come back to this question at various times and tell you how cute it would be if, in the form of slime you would... Ate cake with her, danced with her, wore a tiny dress? Finish it yourself, there are many options.

#genshin impact x reader #baizhu x reader #wriothesley x reader #nahida x reader #nilou x reader #headcanons #would you still love me if i was a worm #over teyvat #baizhu #nahida #wriothesley #nilou #headcanon

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byunpum · 1 year

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The new member

Pair: Miles Quaritch (baby blue boii) x Human reader

tw: Recom squad, fluff, save pandora team, nothing special for the moment. This changes according to the chapter.

POV: Y/N is sent from Earth to Pandora to be part of a particular group of people…

p.s. This story is created after the ship altercation. Neteyam never dies, the sullys are able to run away, but spider decides to go with his "father" to the base. All recoms are still alive.

NOTE: Hello!!! I'm back with one of my stories, which I usually imagine before going to sleep XD. Actually, I had thought about this story, while I was writing the 'experiment 56' parts. You know this is a pilot, if you like it and I see that it has a good feedback, I'll keep going. From now on I warn you that I am not very expert in this Navi culture, but I did my best. And sorry for the spelling. English is not my mother tongue.

Protecting Pandora Association or by its initials PPA. The association dedicated to the welfare and conservation of pandora. Our goal is to make pandora our home, in a safe and healthy way. Respecting the life that already inhabits the planet. We want humans to be able to coexist and adapt to pandora. Trying not to make the same mistakes we made on earth.

"Are you serious Dr. Williams? The RDA is doing a good job here on Pandora," says General Ardmore, sitting in her office. This was one of the many quotes, complaints and scoldings that Dr. Williams had, towards the RDA and their inappropriate work in Pandora.

"A good job? General Ardmore, they are annihilating Pandora's wildlife and its creatures. Everything. They are supposed to be adapting, not attacking pandora" the doctor complained, the annoyance in his voice was palpable. "we can modify some things, but you don't have the right to question my work here in the RDA" says the general. Taking a sip from his coffee cup.

"Yes, I have all the rights I want. Because I am the director of the PPA, I am the one who signs the checks so that the RDA can continue to survive. And I'm going to make a lot of changes." Dr. Williams was very sure of his plan, and the disaster that was happening in Pandora was going to end.

General Ardmore kept silent, she knew it was better to keep quiet. The PPA was the association that sent money to the RDA to survive on Pandora, for their research and civilization on this new planet.

"Listen to me carefully because I am not going to repeat myself. You are going to stop every attack towards the life of pandora, be it towards the wildlife, the navis and when I speak of all the navi, you are also going to stop the attacks on the tulkun. EVERYTHING HAS TO STOP" the dr, Williams continues speaking. "In addition I am going to send a group of people who will be in charge of keeping an eye on your teams. And they will notify me of everything that is going on." General Ardmore, swallowed deeply and nodded her head down.

A Quaritch was sitting on his bed, as he analyzed some of the bruises on his arms. After the altercation he had with Jake Sully two months ago, he had gotten his non-son, 'Spider', to come with him to the base. The boy had tried to convince his "father" to stop chasing Jake Sully, but he was still analyzing the issue. He was in no physical condition to act and get into trouble.

He heard several knocks on the door. "colonel general Ardmore is looking for you" mansk says, as he peeks in the door. "did he tell you what he wanted to talk to me about?" asks Quaritch to one of his squadron members. "she didn't tell me anything, but she looks kind of upset" says mansk, walking away. Quaritch gets up and heads straight for the exit. He is surprised when he sees General Ardmore outside the rooms. " good morning general" Ardmore interrupts " we are going to have some changes here at the base… well at RDA".

"The PPA association wants to make some changes, and that includes sending staff to supervise our teams," says Ardmore. "With all due respect, but my team doesn't need any supervisors," Quaritch says with an annoyed tone. "But you will, it would be a new member of your team." Ardmore begins to explain everything to quaritch, what was going on and what was going to happen in the RDA. Ardmore hands him some documents, where it is written his new rules to follow. "This can't be," says Quaritch. "Believe me I don't agree with this, but they are the ones giving the money. So we have to play their game" Ardmore walks away down the hall. "The new member of your team arrives tomorrow" says Ardmore as he disappears from sight.

Damn protective association, and their damn rules. A new member, and them watching them all the time?. He wasn't going to stand for this. But he had to, he had no choice. Quaritch entered the common room area. All members of his team were there. "Good fellows…. We are joined by a new member" he says with a cheeky, sarcastic grin.

The RDA and PPA had greatly improved the technology of the transport ships from earth to pandora. Before it was 6 years to arrive, then it improved and was 6 months and currently it was a week. And there was Y/N getting up from her induced sleep. You were a little dizzy, and you were nauseous. The doctors on the transport ship helped stabilize you. And then they moved you to the recessed area, so you could get acclimated to gravity again. A noticeable change in the technology was the new exopacks, which were now super small tubes that were placed in the nose and the rest of the plastic tube was placed in the ears until it was connected to the oxygen machine at the waist. Your mouth was left uncovered, but the oxygen you breathed was enough to keep your lungs from collapsing.

You were transferred with other members of the PPA team, all of them human. You could see through the window how the sun was approaching on the horizon, while everyone was preparing to descend from space orbit to the planet. You had never seen anything like this before, you were in shock. You sat in your seat and waited for the descent to begin.

"Well team, today the newest member of our squadron arrives" says Quaritch, trying to sound positive. But the faces of the team members were something else. They didn't seem to have another member in the group, let alone one to supervise them. They had enough, with the scientists monitoring their new avatar bodies. "You don't know who it will be? Or what he looks like?" asks lyle, as he continues to get ready for the day. " I don't know, but I imagine it will be someone on our level" Quaritch tries to be funny, but manages to get the team to scoff a little. "That's enough… keep getting ready. I'll go to the welcome area and greet the new member" Quaritch leaves the room. "this is going to suck" says Soldier Lopez, as he laughs.

The landing didn't take long, and the entire PPA team arrived safely at the RDA facility. You were a little nervous, you knew what your mission was. You were an ambientalist who had just graduated, you were the youngest in your class. And even in this very team you were the youngest. Many could not explain why they recruited you, but your dedication and preparation got you here at Pandora. As soon as the doors of the ship opened, you were speechless. It was a beautiful landscape, you couldn't wait to investigate the place. Of course, they had already told you that you were going to be part of a group and that they were avatars. And that they were Marines and blah blah blah. You had confidence in yourself, but you couldn't lie… you were scared to death.

Outside the ship were the leaders of each team. They were all human soldiers, except Quaritch, his squadron were the only avatar recoms on the base. The other avatars still had their human bodies. Miles stood there, watching as a number of scientists got off the ship. To his impression, most of them were strong, tall and looked imposing, even some women were like that. He figured if he got someone like that, well… it would be good for the group.

"Colonel Miles Quaritch?" asked a manager." Yes, that's me," Quaritch said as he stepped forward. "Well, here's your new member," said the officer, standing in front of him was a strong, tall man. Quite a perfect soldier. "Nice to meet you" said Miles offering his hand as a greeting, to the boy, until the manager interrupted him. The officer takes you by the arm and pushes you in front of Quaritch. "Y/N…mmm member code 786. Yes, this is your new member." The man drops you in front of this very very tall blue man who was looking at you with a disappointed look on his face.

" Hello!!!! My name is Y/N, I am your new supervisor" he says with a wide smile. This must be a joke, it's the only thing that comes to mind. They just gave him a bunny." H-hello my name is" Miles tries to speak, until you reach over take his hand and give it a squeeze. " Colonel Miles quaritch, I know all about you, it's nice to meet you" you say without taking off your stupid grin. "Ahhh, it's nice to meet you" Quaritch tries to analyze you. You were small, you looked smart and if you could hold half your weight, that was amazing. He knew his team wouldn't like this.

"Are you sure I'm the team you're looking for?" asks Quaritch still in a state of shook. You look down at your papers, then back up at him. "Yes, look!!!" you raise your arms, so he can see the papers. Oh my goodness, you were adorable. Miles takes the papers in his hands and starts reading. "oh, that's right… well we have to deal with this chihuahua" says the man, and you look at him somewhat surprised. He just called you a chihuahua. "Well, y/n….follow me I'll introduce you to your new team" says Quaritch starting to walk inside the base. While he is walking, you were running.

He led you through the hallways, he was quiet. You were pretty sure, he was not happy with your presence. It's not like you are the ideal warrior, you would get fatigued if you ran for 10 minutes and that's if it was a good day. You just wished his team was nice. You had never been in a good group, they always pushed you away from the others, and didn't include you. " Are they nice?" you ask as you try to keep up with him. " No promises" Quaritch says as he keeps walking. Before long you arrived at the door to the bedroom area.

It was a huge door, as it opened you saw how big the place was. Well, for you it sure was big, but for them it was something of normal size. In the middle was a sitting area, in another corner some tables and board games. And all around were the rooms. Each one had the name of each member of the team, but what impressed you the most was the large window on the ceiling. You could see the whole sky of Pandora. And a beautiful illumination came into the whole area. In this area, were all the members of the squadron, they were sitting, they had comfortable clothes. Apparently they were waiting for you to arrive.

Quaritch entered first, and you followed him. All eyes of the members turned to you. You felt your breath stop, when you see how they are getting up and approaching you. "And this beautiful princess who is she?" says Brown as he looks you up and down. Lyle and mansk are whispering various things to each other. " Guys…this is new member" says Quaritch, and everyone gets quiet. " You're kidding, right?" says z-dog, the woman gives you a quick look. "Hey, slow down" lyle kneels down to be at your level. "Nice to meet you, gorgeous…what's your name" lyle, takes your hand and gives it a little kiss. " stop being flirty" Miles pushes him away, lyle stands up and gives you a smile. "My name is y/n" you speak shyly.

"hey, relax… we're not going to eat you" says mansk, as he sits down on the couch." Well come… I'll show you your room" Quaritch guides you to your room, when you get to the door you see that next to you is his room. "This is your room, it's set up for you, you know…it's all oxygen stuff. And you're right next to me. If anything happens let me know" Quaritch hands you the key to your room. "Take the day off, I imagine your suitcases will be arriving later. And don't worry, you'll get used to being here with us" Miles gives you a smile. "Thank you" There is a small silence between the two of you, until Quaritch shifts his gaze.

"I'll let you know when dinner is ready" You give him a smile. Quaritch had to admit, you had a beautiful smile. You walk into your room and he sees the door close. He feels someone tap him on the shoulder. "Wow Colonel…the girl is beautiful!!!" says Brown, shaking him a little. "Yes…she is very…" Quaritch fixes his throat, and pushes his roommate away. "Idiot" Quaritch walks out of the bedroom area. Lyle gives Brown a look, and they laugh.

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star1ight0 · 10 days

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Shouta Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada x PLATONIC KID!!

I crave comfort so here

Tw : Ed /sh

Not many people were aware of your relationship with your homeroom teacher and English teacher known as Mr. Aizawa and his loud husband Mic but they were your dad's. In the beginning of the year they both made it clear no special treatment would be given and you appreciated it a lot.

This also came with its ups and downs trying to fight the urge to hug you dad in front of class after villain attacks ect, as much as they'd both fight it they also struggled to accessively check on you when you all moved to dorms.

Having grown up always close to him after they adopted you from a abusive home. had its drags on you all You weren't entirely sure when this overwhelming feeling of despair started but it felt so shitty, you had no reason to feel this way you had a good life. Loving dads, a nice school and a few friends you hold dear to you. It was so long ago why was this still bothering you.

You remembered a conversation you had with your dad, Mic recalling how Aizawa was struggling with mental health and how it wasn't an effect of things around him but rather his brain chemistry. You looked at your phone debating on calling your family group chat to ask them for help but managed to talk yourself out of it resorting to crying on your closet floor.

After a few minutes of crying you managed to pull yourself together grabbing some clothes and deciding this was all in your head and you had no reason to feel so shitty. Heading out your room you feel a tap on your shoulder "it's past curfew kid" you turn around to see you father Hizashi looking around you you look back at him eyes still puffy "Sorry dad, just needed a shower" you say attempting to walk away when you feel a hand in you wrist "were you crying little listener?" You flinch at the childhood nickname your dad had given you "No, sorry just tired" you say pulling away "either your high or you were crying which one is it kid" He says pointing to your eyes "its nothing dad please just let me shower"

You pull away walking away leaving your dad in the hall alone. You took a long shower, trying to scrub off the memories of your past home. You get out the shower and go back to your dorm laying down on the floor ignoring the fact your bed was no more than 3 feet away. You look at your phone to see Aizawa texted you

You okay kiddo?

Yeah sorry for worrying y'all just a bad day

Are you sure

Yeah

If you say so, me and Hizashi are here if you need us. Now go to bed it's late

The conversation was short and to the point but you still felt the need to want to call him and tell him these awful feelings you were having.

A few days passed when you got an email from an all too familiar name, it was your biological mom. The very same woman who had given you physical and mental problems along with nonstop nightmares for 2 years. You had changed everything phone number homes socal midea accounts anything that she could you to find you. Yet her name is in your inbox with a paragraph calling you names and threatening you. Everything felt so out of control like nothing you did to get away from her was enough. But she knew now, she knew what school you went to. 1-A had been on TV after all, you should have known it was only a matter of time. You looked at your phone blankly feeling your body shake and tears fall from your face. You reached for your pocket knife making a cut on your thigh it felt good like you finally had control over how you felt like you had control over something when everything around you was so chaotic. This was bad you knew that but it felt too good to want to care.

Overtime the threatening emails from your mother piled up only feeding the fear she'd find you and harm you, in turn causing more scars to be formed on your legs. You dads had quickly talked notice to you change in dimanar and talked it over amongst themselves and tried to reach out to you but it was all brushed off as a bad week of a bad day.

This began to escalate more than your lack of interest in food came about you seemed so tired too tired to even eat. This is where they drew the line. No kid of theirs would be passing out in training. They just couldn't figure out how to talk to you about this without you shutting down and shutting them out.

Monday morning training came about and you felt exhausted like your whole body was about to give out. This was only further proven when you passed out before training with Todoroki without him even activating either of his quirks. Both Hizashi and Aizawa rushed to your side as another student ran to get recovery girl. You woke up in the nurses office with both your dad's next to you looking worried out their minds.

"Recovery girl said you'd be fine.. as long as you ate and drank probably." There was a silence filled with worry and a bit of anger

"I'm sorry dad-" you were cut off by Hizashi hugging you, "please don't scare me like that kid" he said holding you as if you were gonna disappear. "Talk to us if you need to kiddo. You know we'll listen. "

You hugged him back going back to your dorm early as you were excused from all classes for the day, sitting on your floor you checked your phone to see another email this time from your biological father. Your mom texting you was one thing you knew in some way she didn't have the gut to actually hurt you but your dad, he'd hunt you down and kill you, metaphorically and literally. You felt a wave of fear washing over you and you sobbed standing up hands on your head pacing around your room crying and shaking. You reach for your knife once more sliding down the wall making a cut in an almost fully healed scar feeling that feeling of control comes back. You made a few more before stopping, taking a deep breath grabbing your first aid kit sitting in the same spot of the floor. Yeah you felt stupid but not stupid enough to not clean this kind of thing. As you were cleaning up you heard a knock at your door

"Kid? It's us can we talk?"

Aizawa says still waiting at the door "Y-yeah give me a minute please!!" You shout rushing to put the first aid kit away and some sweatpants and throw your knife under the bed you wipe your face, and open the door

"Kid are you okay you look a little.. worse than earlier "

"yeah I'm fine just not in a great mood" you said looking at your phone placed in the far end of the bed. They both came Into your room and sat on your bed and attempted to talk to you about what had been bothering you. The conversation went in circles before you placed your head in Aizawa's lap and your legs. Your dad Hizashi standing at the foot of your bed about to leave seeing as it seemed to have been handled was stopped by a blood stain on the floor.

"Shouta, I think we should stay till she wakes up"

"hm. I mean I'm not against it but why ?"

He points at the blood spot on the floor and Shoutas eyes widen.

"they are knocked out right now so can you look for whatever is being used ?"

He nods looking around your room eyes landing on a pocked knife shining under your bed.

"here, I'll put it in our room" he says showing Shouta before closing it and placing it in his pocket, as he was above to leave his stopped by the light of your phone along with a name he recognized followed by a scowl.

"Shouta I'm gonna check their phone for something"

He gives Hizashi a confused look but unable to move because of your sleeping form he allows him to do so, you trusted them enough to let them know your passwords but they had never not trusted you enough to go through your phone. He opens the email, reading it the existing and seeing y'all the others. He made a face of pure disgust and walked toward Shouta showing him the inbox along with one of the emails it had.

Both had decided to stay in your room till morning planning in talking to you about this night of rather unfortunate events. But this was cut short by the feeling of you hyperventilating in Shoutas lap. Hizashi gently shakes him awake and they both attempt to comfort you untimatly failing as you wake you shaking tears forming in your eyes. An all too familiar scene for your dad's to witness.

"it's okay kid, your okay" Hizashi whispered patting your head as Aizawa rubbed your shoulder.

"sorry i-"

"No apologies. We know everything so there's no need to hide anything from us anymore"

Shouta says looking up at his husband

"you could have really hurt yourself kid"

"i know I just - " you were cut off my a knot in your throat as you scrambled to find the words "everything feels so out of control and I can control this you know?" Shouta nooding in agreement.

"why did you come to is kiddo?

"i- I didn't want you to worry you. You guys had enough going on.."

You said your voice is still shaking between sobs.

"you'd never be a bother to us. It's our job as you parents to check on you and worry for you"

You all had a long talk about possible coping strategies and ways to communicate you wanted to talk about something without feeling bothersome. A few relapses were bound to happen and they both knew this but did everything they could to ensure it didn't. Even if it meant letting the whole class know you were their kid so you could go in the teachers wing of the dorms. You began slowly getting better with set backs here and there, but by setting up and new email and talking more about what your depression episodes felt like, both your dad were able to help you through it

Yes it's messy I wrote 75% of this in one go and the other half after my shower. And it's like 12:58am

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strangesthirdeye · 10 months

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A Silent Voice (S.Strange x Mute! Female Reader)

Summary: born as a special girl who couldn't speak since birth, Y/n became the talk of the every schools she went because of her lack of speech. And then she intends to do something that is 'good' for her until Stephen came to save her.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

Warning: fluff, so many dramatic words, Stephen being a sweetheart, Negative thoughts, negative words, suicide attempt, bullying, angst.

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Born as a special female child where you are unable to make a sound out of your mouth, even if you want to laugh out loud, there is scratchy or no sound that comes out of your throat. As if something is blocking your voice box from making any sound. And this causes you to be bullied and scolded in high school because you are a mute girl.

Mute Girl.

That's what they called you when you were in school. A girl who is unable to make a sound out of her own mouth as if she is being held to not speak in her own body. Other children will see you as a quiet person and often take advantage of your lack of speaking to bully and insult your existence.

This happens all the time you study at that school. Why? Because of your lack of speaking. They will bully you to the point of using abusive words and saying something negative about you. And they know, you won't tell anyone because you yourself can't get your voice out of your own throat even if you use sign language. They don't understand.

And because it happened over time it got worse and worse until you were physical hurts, you were forced to transfer to another school. But, the same thing still happens even if you set foot in a new school.

But thankfully, you have parents who support your disability. It is your parents who often give you encouragement to continue living and always comfort you if you come home with bruises or in a sad state after being bullied. They are the pillars of your life. You will do anything for them.

They are also the ones who are willing to learn sign language in order to communicate with you even if you are not deaf, but there is nothing wrong if they want to learn too, right? Over time, the case of bullying became something that was quite bad for you until your parents decided to homeschool you. They will call teachers from outside to teach you until you can study at the University with the knowledge you have.

But unfortunately. Just when you were 21 years old, both your parents died in a plane crash. And causing you to manage the funeral alone because both of your parents are only children. There is no aunts or uncles or even cousins nor did siblings to help you. You are only child...Grandma and grandpa? sadly they have met their creator.

This also causes you to break down and find it difficult to get a job because of your disability. Although you also use the method of writing what you want to say on the notebook that you always carry. But, sadly they don't want to hire you as an employee.

You are lost. You don't know what to do with your life right now. What's the point of studying if you can't get a job? And from there you start hating yourself. You don't like being a mute person. You don't like being born mute. You want to scream and cry until your throat hurts but you can't get it out of your own throat. You can't ask for help. You hate everything.

You feel that you do not deserve to live in this world. You are just a wasteful human to live in this big world. Oh, it would be nice if you weren't born.

8 years later, right after you were in a state of depression. You begin to see the world in a different light. Kamar Taj. A place where people who are not accepted will be accepted here. A place where all problems will disappear like dust in the wind. A quiet place that removes all negative thoughts from the mind. You still think about the time you set foot here for the first time.

The day on which you should end your life in this world. A few years ago, you were supposed to go home but you were emotionally down, you changed direction to go to a construction site not far from your house and there you planned to end your life by falling from the partially finished building.

You were in a nervous state while on top of the partially finished building looking down. Your brain calculates how long it will take you to the bottom. How fast will you get to the bottom? Is it fast like you are sleeping or slow like you are swimming in the deep ocean? And will you realize that you will fall from the height of the building that almost reached the 13-story building?.

But everything is ignored by you. Besides, you slowly started to release your hand from the safety rail. The strong wind began to blow hard against your neatly tied hair and began to fly until your red ribbon was torn off and flew away into the night sky. Here it is, this way you can be with your family. No one will be able to bully and insult you again. There will be no more life problems that you have to go through. Everything will be peaceful and calm.

Then, in peace you are now. You can hear the voice of your mother and father as if calling you in a soft voice. Convinced you to be with them in their sweet verses. You can feel their touch but you can't hold them. So, what you do is, you immediately let go of your strong hold on the safety rail without a second thought and just want to be with them.

However, everything stopped the moment you felt yourself being pulled from your shirt. And immediately you were pulled hard and thrown backwards and collided with the body of someone who pulled your shirt. You with your struggle slapped the hand of someone who did that aggressively as if you were angry that your plan didn't go smoothly. Whatever you want to do, there must be something stopping you.

You punched and slapped someone's hands hard and with a quick mind you lowered your head and opened your mouth and bitten someone's hand so hard that it caused the owner of the hand to scream with a hoarse voice. Oh, it turns out that the owner of the hand is a man. You didn't know that it was a man pulling your shirt because the pitch black atmosphere made it difficult for you to see so, you thoughtlessly did so.

"Stop! hey! ouch. Don't bite me!" shouted the man while trying to free his hand from biting you.

You then stop. Then released the bite from the man's hand immediately, before with a struggle you push yourself from your current position which is you on top of the man. You then got up but tripped causing you to fall down as soon as you hit some bricks that were there. You quickly moved back while your eyes looked at the man who was still lying down who was also stroking his hand that you had bitten earlier. You then in a state of fear, you reached for some iron bars near you as weapons. Worried if the man is dangerous or a rapist or a serial killer. At least you have a weapon to fight him.

The man started to get up and sat looking around as if he was looking for your whereabouts in the dark night before his ears caught the sound of an iron bar being moved in front of him. Immediately his eyes looked directly at your glance which was 5 centimeters from where he was.

The man tried to approach you by slowly crawling towards you. You who were still stiff in front of him began to hold the iron bar tightly with both hands before swinging the iron bar in the hope that the man would distance himself from you. The man stopped and distanced himself from the swing of the iron bar from you, worried that he would get injured again. The imprint of your teeth still looks perfect in his hands. That's enough to make him wary of you. You seems small but you have a strength that he himself could not expect.

The man held his hands forward. "wow, wow. Stop! What are you doing?! It's dangerous to swing that iron bar. You'll get hurt. So stop swinging that iron bar!"

You who were still in fear stopped as soon as you heard the man's shout. there is also truth in what he said. If you are injured, who will treat you later? Slowly, you lowered the iron bar down but still held the iron bar tightly as a sign of caution.

The man sighed in relief and looked at you. "don't worry, I won't do anything to you. I just want to check if you have any injuries after I pulled you so hard earlier. I'm sorry about that." said the man before slowly crawling towards you.

You who are still cautious let him approach you but your hand still holds the iron bar tightly. As soon as the man was in front of you, he slowly reached both of your hands holding the iron bar. With both of his hands on both of yours, he grabbed your fingers as a sign of releasing the tight grip. You who were finally able to see the man's face began to release your grip. Your eyes looked at the man's face. Sharp cheekbones, pale skin, short black hair and white lines on each side of the head and eyes that you yourself can't be sure what color they are.

The light of the moon shone in his grayish blue eyes. It's like an ocean of night illuminated by the light of the moon which is also decorated with stars in the sky. The spark in his eyes is clearly visible and this can make you mesmerized by the man's face.

Without realizing it, the iron bar in your hand was placed to your side far away from where you were. And now you only have empty hands. The man looked at you with a frown.

"Are you ok? Let me check you, maybe you are injured." said the man in a deep but soft voice as his hand held your palm that had scratches from the rough and sharp iron bar.

You who seemed to be mesmerized immediately snapped out of the trance and looked at the man cautiously. You still think that this man looks handsome but maybe he is dangerous. Maybe he is trying to soften your heart before he does something bad to you.

You flinched. You can feel the pain and soreness that now dominates your palm and it's enough to snap you out of your reverie. All the dreams that play in your mind immediately disappear like dust blown by the wind. With adrenaline still pumping fast in your veins, you started trying to pull your hands from the man's grasp. His grip is not strong but his grip is enough to make you struggle to free yourself.

The man could only hold your hand tightly. As if not wanting to let go of you. Worry if you start doing unexpected things.

You who are able to pull and struggle are only able to do so because you know that you will not be able to ask for help with your disability. But that doesn't mean you can't fight this guy! You are strong ok! If you kicked this man in his private are-

"stop it, missy. I'm not going to do anything to you. I just want to know if you're hurt or not. After all, you should thank me for saving you from trying to jump off this building. Luckily, I'm nearby in this area." explained the man with a tone of disbelief. He really didn't believe in you right after you did 'that' stunt.

And what you did after that he didn't believe it himself. You tried to scream but you couldn't get your voice out and what he saw was that you only opened your mouth with a hoarse voice that sounded like it was stuck.

Your hand was still held without being released by the man. The man frowned strangely at you.

"Hey, what are you trying to do? Are you okay? Do you want me to make an emergency call?" asked the man. He himself does not know what you are doing now.

You shut your mouth. Then looked at the man with an almost nervous face. Worried if this man thought you were crazy, your eyes continued to glaze over with tears and immediately tears began to fall down your cheeks.

The man strangely looked at you with concern. He himself did not know what was happening now. All he knows is that you are now sobbing for no reason. He slowly approached you and held both of your shoulders and hugged you gently trying to persuade you. His hand caressed your back gently. The sound of your cries now only sounds muffled in the man's chest.

"hey, come on. Don't cry.. I won't do anything to you, you know? I'll just save you. Yeah?" said the man in a soft voice trying to persuade you.

After a few moments, you stopped crying and moved your head away from his chest which you yourself just noticed was quite strong.. ohh, handsome and strong.. enough!.

The light of the moon slowly makes it easier for you to see a glimpse of the man in front of you. The man wore a gray T-shirt and a black jacket. The t shirt is a bit tight for him but it fits him, making it easy for you to see his lean and muscular body. He wore black pants and gray and white converse shoes to complete his outfit that night. So, here is the face and glimpse of your savior.

You looked at the man with your red eyes after just a few minutes of crying. Embarrassed, you looked down. Try to avoid eye contact with him. Worry if he sees how you are now. The man slowly grabbed your shoulder and squeezed gently.

The man lifted your chin to look into your eyes. "My name is Doctor Stephen Strange, so you don't have to be afraid because I won't do anything to you, understand? You don't have to be afraid, I just want to check if you're hurt or not."

' Oh, ' your heart whispered as soon as you heard what Stephen said earlier.

He only meant well. You are the only one who thinks negatively and acts recklessly. You looked into Stephen's eyes for a long time. Try to find any negative things that might be hidden just to soften your heart. But, what you see is only positive things and a little worry. You relieve yourself instantly.

Stephen let out a light sigh, then moved his hand to examine your palm which was now covered in scratches from falling and holding the rough and sharp iron bar.

"see, I just want to know if you are injured or not but because of the stunt you did earlier, it has gotten worse. I'm just worried that this wound will get infected." Stephen gently caressed the scratches on your palm.

You flinched again. Finally you know how painful your palms and your elbows are. Your adrenaline has now run out so all the pain can now be felt by you. Just after you could feel how sore your palm was, you tried to pull your hand away but Stephen gripped your hand tightly.

"No, let me see and help you.. please. I know you're scared, so I'm trying to help you.. what you did just now is not what you should have done. Your life is not meant to be taken for granted. You have time to live and you want to leave it like that? Suicide is not the way for you to run away from problems. Even you die, the problems will follow you no matter the time, place or what. You need help.. you need someone.. Let me have this opportunity to help you." Stephen explained in a soft but firm tone. His hands gripped your hands tightly. His eyes looked straight into yours.

It was quiet. Only the sound of the wind blowing on the plastic wrapped around the bricks can be heard. Someone. You need someone to help you. Someone who is willing to help you find the meaning of life. Someone who understands your problems.

After a few moments later, you nodded, letting him help you. Stephen sighed heavily and brought your palm closer to his face, trying to examine the scratches that were quite a lot and some of them were so deep. Stephen then pulled your sleeve aside to check for any other injuries. And apparently there were bruises on your arms too.. probably from Stephen pulling you and possibly your hand hitting the cement floor hard.

Stephen sighed lightly. "I'm sorry if I pulled you hard earlier.. if I hadn't acted quickly.. you would have fallen."

You shook your head, 'it's okay'. Stephen frowned.

"I didn't know you didn't talk much...."said Stephen in a tone trying to raise the cheer up mood from the sad mood.

You could only look at Stephen with a frown. Then, you let go of your hands and made a simple sign for Stephen to understand as if showing your mouth and shaking your head as a sign that you are someone who cannot speak.

Stephen widened his eyes and anxiously he looked elsewhere and avoided eye contact with you. Shame because he didn't know that you were a mute from the beginning. All the signs were shown in front of his eyes, but he himself did not see them.

"Oh! I'm sorry.. I didn't notice you.. mute.. " Stephen looked down in shame. He should be able to tell you're a mute by the way you try to scream. Oh, how stupid he is.

You looked at Stephen for a long time. You are stunned. Don't know what to do. This was the first time you heard someone apologize and not scold you for being mute. All this time, they just mocked and ignored you and even bullied you no matter where you were. This is the first time you've heard words other than profanity.

You nodded, a sign that you accepted the forgiveness. Stephen breathed a sigh of relief. Then, Stephen gently reached your hands again.

Stephen then stroked your arm with his thumb. "I think, I can help you take care of this at my place.. it's not far from here.. I just grabbed my sling ring and opened the porta-" Stephen stopped. Should he tell you that he is a sorcerer.. You must think it's a joke. Worry about your fear when he summons a portal out of nowhere. Stephen shook his head.

"I should have told you that I have magic, so you might feel scared when I use one of my magic to open the portal.. feel free to runaway" Stephen said looking at your face with a worried frown.

You frowned, confused. Magic? Is this a joke? seriously magic? He thinks you'll believe what he says? there is no magic in this world. It's impossible if he has magic. It is not possible for a magician to claim that he has magic or not.

You looked at Stephen for a long time. Try to find any indication that what he said was not a joke or yes. But, there is no indication that he is a fraud. This makes you hesitate a bit to believe it. Maybe he is good at hiding all his deceptions. We do not know if what we see is true or not. What we want is that things will be true if we see what is in front of our eyes.

Without realizing that you looked at Stephen for a long time, this made Stephen feel uncomfortable under your gaze. Round eyes as if trying to see everything inside his body. Stephen hesitantly snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, trying to snap out of your daydreams. With a jerk, you snapped back to reality and looked at Stephen before shyly looking down. Maybe embarrassed that you were caught daydreaming in front of him.

"like I said, I don't plan to scare you so I have to open the portal if that's what you want to call.. So feel free to run away. I won't chase you." said Stephen carefully and in a low tone trying not to scare you .

He understands that not everyone in this world believes in magic or the supernatural. Some will believe with what is in front of their eyes but others will reject with what is in front of their eyes as well. So that was not a new thing that Stephen had been through. Everyone has their own choice. It's just whether to believe or not.

Slowly, you looked at Stephen hesitantly. Thinking about whether or not to follow him. The feeling of fear is still hovering inside you as well as the feeling of wanting help. You really need help but you still have trust issues in yourself. At first you didn't dare to ask for help because you don't want the same thing to happen again. But, seeing the look Stephen gave you, for some reason you suddenly felt that you could trust him. In his eyes, that's enough to make you calm and trust him. His sincere and helpful look is shown to you and it is enough to make you accept help from him.

With an open heart, you nodded as if you would follow him and not run away. Stephen looked into your eyes with a feeling that he himself could not describe. A rather warm and relieved feeling suddenly took over him. It's as if he was captivated by your shy personality. The feel of your hands in his is enough to make him speechless. Even if your hands has scratches or wounds, he can still feel your smooth and soft skin in his palm.

But, what he doesn't know is that you also have the same feelings. Stephen returned to reality. Looking at you one last time before he nodded and let go of your hands. Immediately the warm touch that he started to like disappeared as soon as their hands were released. You sighed heavily. A sign as if you don't like the touch is over. You want to hold his warm hand again. You want to feel all the veins and skin in his big hands.

By putting his hand in his pants pocket, Stephen took out a ring from his pocket. You frowned, confused.

'uh, a ring? does he want to propose? I don't even know him yet and he wants to propose me or what? ' you thought jokingly.

Stephen looked at the ring on his palm and looked at you. The strange ring with two holes and colored bronze in Stephen's hand was shown to your face.

"This is the Sling Ring. This is what allows me to open the portal so you don't have to walk far to go anywhere." Stephen explained to you who was still frowning.

'sling ling? Slingy? ' you thought confusedly.

You tilted your head slightly to the side as 'how'. Stephen quickly understood your body movements and started to insert his fingers into the ring then he turned his back to you. The hand with the ring is pointed forward while the other hand is turned clockwise.

You confusedly saw what Stephen was doing and widened your eyes when you saw a spark that came out of nowhere in front of you. Your mouth dropped open as you saw the sparks getting bigger and bigger and more and more making them form a circle. What makes you stunned is that behind the spark is a grand staircase

made of teak wood leading to the upper floor. The gleaming wooden floor must be waxed every week and what amazes you is a large round window that forms a symbol.

After the spark was big enough, Stephen stopped moving his hands and looked at the stunned you. The open mouth and round eyes are enough to make him know that you are stunned by what you just witnessed. It's not always that people like you have seen things like this. So, Stephen understood their reaction because he himself was the same at the first time.

Stephen then extended his hand towards you as if he wanted you to take his hand. You who were in a dazed state then noticed Stephen's hand in front of you. You looked at his hand hesitantly then slowly you took Stephen's hand. His hand that felt rough and large was held tightly by you as soon as Stephen stepped into the realm of sparks called the portal. If that's what you want to call it.

As soon as you enter the portal, you look around the new place with wide eyes. A big place like a museum becomes an attraction for you when antiques and strange things are placed there and become a focal point that makes you not run away from looking at it. The shiny wooden floor as well as the big staircase in the middle of the place become a highlight of this museum-like place.

You looked at Stephen. 'but, where am I now? ' whisper your heart. You then squeezed Stephen's hand that was holding yours. Immediately, Stephen who still didn't notice his hand holding you jerked and looked at you with slightly widened eyes.

Stephen then looked at his hand that was still holding yours. Without thinking, he let go of his hand. Your hand that Stephen was holding quickly fell to the side. You don't know why for you that act makes you unhappy. Is it because you can't feel his rough and warm hands that are quite comfortable for you? or do you just want to hold his hand which is a bit bigger than you? I don't know. But, that makes you uncomfortable and luckily you are good at hiding your feelings.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice that I was still holding your hand. I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable" Stephen lowered his head a little while stroking the back of his neck. You make a sign as if 'it's okay' with your thumb and index finger on your dominant hand meeting, making a circle, while the remaining fingers point up slightly separated. Stephen nodded in understanding. You then looked at Stephen while waving your hand in the air as if to show the surrounding area and shook your head to the side in confusion. Stephen was stunned trying to understand what you meant. Understandably, he doesn't really know sign language or what signs are easy to understand. Even if you try to make something easy to understand, he still can't catch what it means.

"sorry, I don't know what you mean.. do you want me to get paper and a pen to write down what you want to ask? I can get it for you" said Stephen getting ready to go up the stairs.

You shake your head. Then you quickly took out your phone from the pocket of the hoodie you were wearing. You open the note application and start typing. As soon as you finished, you turned your phone to Stephen.

Stephen tilted his head slightly to look at the phone screen in your hand. although he is tall and you are shorter than him so the difference is quite noticeable so he had to reduce his height for you by bending his legs a little. One more thing, your arms are not very long so that's why Stephen needs to bow down a bit.

' what place is this? '

Stephen looked at your face and at the same time you looked at Stephen's face. Slowly, you lowered your hand holding the phone to the side. You each looked at each other's faces for a moment before you both snapped out of your reverie when a flash of red appeared in front of you both making you both startled.

Stephen massaged his chest slowly trying to calm his fast heartbeat. You stepped back with a shocked face as soon as your eyes caught that red flash. A bright red cloak floated in front of Stephen while swinging its cloth in front of Stephen as if angry with Stephen. The shocked looking Stephen looked at his faithful cloak with a frown.

"Levi, yes I know, I didn't want to leave you in the washing machine on purpose. I thought Wong would take you and dry you but I didn't know that Wong had a job at the Hong Kong Sanctum. I'm sorry" said Stephen as he swung his hand to hold his faithful cloak.

Levi stopped what he was doing. Then he quickly slapped Stephen's left hand with his wet cloth. Stephen jerked and pulled his hand painfully and stroked his hand with his right hand. Stephen winced in pain as he rubbed his damp left hand with his right hand.

"What's that for?! Why did you hit me? I said sorry earlier, right?" Stephen said, looking at Levi with a disgruntled and confused expression.

Levi just floated in front of Stephen and then with a twist that caused a splash of water to hit Stephen's face, Levi began to notice your presence.

You who witnessed the interaction between the master and his cloth looked at Levi with a surprised and scared plus curious expression on your face. All the questions start to appear in your mind. How can it float? is it alive what is this thing?. You started getting closer to Levi trying to see the material of the cloth that for Levi was his body.

Although Levi's body is a bit wet and damp, but you can see that the fabric is smooth and rough to hold, in fact it is quite strong. The dark red color that looks like black because it is damp looks a bit faded but it can appear to be red. Maybe it is used regularly and durable.

You extended your right hand towards Levi. Try to touch it. Levi who was floating in front of you started to move closer to your hand. Levi nuzzled into your hand like a spoiled cat with its master. You smiled as you stroked Levi's damp fabric. Stephen who witnessed the act was stunned and silent. He doesn't expect you to like Levi and is not afraid of him at all. In fact, he didn't expect you to treat Levi like a cat. He also did not expect Levi to accept new people to spoil. Levi is difficult and picky so Stephen doesn't expect that Levi can warm up with you quickly.

Stephen cleared his throat. Immediately you and Levi jerked and looked at Stephen at the same time.

"um.. that's The Cloak of Levitation. Just call him Levi. I didn't even expect that he could warm up to you so quickly. So far he's never done that and will only be with me. He's the type that chooses people because I didn't expect that he warmed up to you." Stephen explained as he walked over to you and Levi.

Levi looked at you and you looked at Stephen and nodded in understanding.

" and to answer your question. We are now in New York Sanctum. Greenwich Village if you want to be more specific. " Stephen continued.

You looked at Stephen for a long time in disbelief. Greenwich Village and your house are nowhere near. Far from your home but yet you are here. In New York.

You started typing quickly on your phone before turning the phone screen to Stephen. Stephen started reading what you typed.

' No way we're in Greenwich Village. It's far from my house! how am I going to get home later?'

Stephen was silent. Ok, he doesn't know that your house is far from here, but he just wants to help you. Stephen sighed heavily.

"don't worry, I can open a portal like before to your house after I help clean the injuries on both your hands and arms. After that you can give me your home address and you can go back home. How about that? Miss-"

You typed your name and showed it to Stephen.

"Y/n L/n..." Stephen said softly.

You nodded.

"Alright, let's go to the kitchen. I think there's a first aid kit in the kitchen cabinet so let's go there" Stephen said then turned and started walking down the hallway towards the kitchen.

You looked at Levi hesitantly. Levi just lifted his cloth as a 'shrug' sign. You blinked and without being told, you started to follow Stephen from behind.

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"just a little bit, don't move" Stephen said while rubbing the white cotton that had been coated with antiseptic on the wound on your palm.

You flinched in pain. Eyes twitched a little holding back the pain in the palm. Stephen stopped for a moment when he saw your pained reaction before going back to rubbing the cotton again.

After a few minutes of treating and applying a plaster to your wound, Stephen then threw the cotton in the trash and walked to the freezer to get an ice cube. Then, he took a cloth and covered the ice with the cloth before wrapping it tightly so that it would not fall. After that, the cloth with ice was brought by Stephen to give to you. Stephen handed you the cloth. You took it and jerked at the coldness of the cloth before it was brought to the bruise on your arm.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was quiet. Only the noise of car and motorcycle engines could be heard in the wilds of Sanctum. Stephen just looked at you. His eyes focused on your sweet face. The face that will always be in his mind. Your soft smooth skin, as well as your eyes that light up as soon as he opens the portal to the Sanctum and your suspicious reaction which for him is quite.. cute. Where your forehead is wrinkled and your mouth is open because you are speechless.

For him it's quite.. beautiful. But, he was a little sad the moment he saw you on top of the half-finished building. He knows you have personal problems but suicide is not the way to go. You need help and that help is Stephen.

Stephen broke the silence by asking you a question.

"Why are you on top of that half-finished building at night like this?"

You stop what you are doing now. Embarrassed, you looked at Stephen with a sad face before you reached for your phone that was placed next to you and started typing.

'you do not need to know. It has nothing to do with you. That's my problem so you don't need to know'

"but, if you were on the top of that building to commit suicide, don't you think your dead body will be a matter for other people? They must want to know how you could die, want to know what problems you are facing plus want to know what you did alone on top of the half-finished building. So I ask you again, what did you do to be on top of that building?" Asked Stephen then sit in front of you.

You looked down sadly. But, your fingers quickly typed on the phone before showing it to Stephen.

'I'm tired of being scolded by others because of my disability. Just because I can't speak I'm treated badly by them. From childhood to adulthood I was treated like that. I thought, after studying and working.. that matter is over. But unfortunately it will not end. Their treatment of me is the same. I find it hard to get a job, not to mention my budget is getting less and less.. I sometimes think.. why does the world hate me? Why was I born with this? There is a level where I can't bear to face all this. So I thought, if I'm not in this world, all this must not happen to me again... No one can help me..'

Stephen was silent for a moment, his eyes still focused on the phone screen. But, his thoughts were snapped the moment he heard the sniffles from you. His eyes then looked at your face which was red and your cheeks were wet with tears.

Stephen then grabbed your hand that was holding the phone. He gently took your hand and took your phone from your hand. The phone was placed next to you again and Stephen slowly hugged your body gently. Stephen rested his chin on your head as his hands stroked your back and hair softly and slowly.

"it's okay.. don't cry.. You're not wrong but what you did earlier was wrong. You should ignore what they say. I'm here.. I can help you.. please.. let me help you. Your life is not your own. Keeps your hands off it. You don't have to worry about work anymore.. I can help you." Stephen said softly.

You sobbed into his chest before nodding your head allowing him to help you. This is what you wanted all along. Help. The help you should have gotten in the first place. People who understand your true situation and who don't complain. Sincere help from the heart.

"Y/n?"

You opened your eyes that had been closed for a long time but narrowed your eyelids due to the light of the midday sun. As soon as your eyes were adjusted by blinking a few times to be able to see clearly, you turned your body slightly backwards to see who was calling you.

"Honey, there you are. I've been looking for you in the library but you weren't there so I came here because I know you might be here." said Stephen with a tired voice, his hands seemed to be holding a small body wrapped in a blue cloth on his chest. Stephen approached you and sat next to you.

You then started signing to Stephen.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you that I was teaching a class earlier and meditation for a while. I shouldn't have left you alone with Victor. Sorry"

You then took your one and a half year old son from Stephen's arms. Victor Strange. You and Stephen's only son. His eyes follow his father while his hair follows you. A healthy and strong baby is born and raised by you both. Victor who was still sleeping then whimpered when his sleep was interrupted by you taking Victor from Stephen's arms. You patted Victor's side gently trying to calm him down so he would go back to sleep.

Stephen shook his head slightly. "don't worry, Victor has been sleeping for a long time now so it's not a problem and you have class which is I understand because I also have my own work. So you don't have to worry. We are both always busy. And seeing that you are stressed I understand that you need time to de-stress so I don't want to disturb you but because I'm bored and want to get out of Sanctum and I don't want to leave Victor alone, so I'll go find you."

You nodded and looked at Victor who was still sleeping. Stephen who was looking at you could sense that something was playing in your mind. Something that makes you distracted by your surroundings.

"Are you okay?" Stephen asked in a worried tone and looked at you with concern.

You looked at your husband with an uncertain expression. You are afraid to say the truth that the feeling of fear and insecurity is still in you because of what happened before you were in the Taj Room. You know it was a long time ago, but old wounds can still open if something triggers that feeling of fear and insecurity.

You don't want to worry about Stephen because you know he deals a lot with other things so you don't want to add more problems to him. Enough with the problems happening in this mystic world that Stephen has to deal with, let alone deal with your personal problems.

"yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired from the class before" you sign to your husband with simple sign language.

Stephen looked at you for a long time. "You know what's going on with your mind, you can just tell me right?"

You nodded slowly. There is no other way to avoid telling the truth to Stephen. So you just give up.

"I just remember the first day we met.. You know 'that day' right?"you sign

Stephen nodded and moved closer to you and placed his hands all over your body. He hugged you gently.

"yes, I remember. You don't have to think about that anymore. Everything is ok now. I'm with you, Victor is with you. You don't have to worry about all those things anymore because we'll always be with you." Stephen whispered softly in your ear. His right hand caressed your head while his left hand caressed Victor's body.

You nodded your head slowly. Without realizing that your eyes are filled with tears. You were touched by what Stephen said earlier. Yes, it's true that you don't have to worry about that anymore. You don't have to think about negative things anymore because you have two people you love and are always with you no matter where you are. Old things are left to be old things. Now you need to focus on new things.

#benedict cumberbatch x reader #benedict cumberbatch #doctor stephen strange #doctor strange x female reader #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange 2016 #marvel mcu #dr stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x reader

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aeternallis · 5 months

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It's been hanging out in the back of my mind for the past few months, but I think the reason why it's so hard for me to interact with the kpts fandom on here (with the exception of a very select few people) is because fanon has taken over to such an extent for kpts that subsequently, a lot, and I mean A LOT of the cultural context in this show has been erased because it's just easier to do so to a story with a modern setting, as opposed to a historical one, yknow?

And with that ease comes the resulting of some of the most...colorful interpretations and HCs that ngl, definitely hints at a more western mindset, than anything else.

Which is not necessarily...a surprise, based on what I've seen this site do to Asian media in general. Hahaha. After all, this is the site that said Sesshoumaru from Inuyasha is a pedo for marrying his ward, that Kaname from Vampire Knight is "ewww incestuous" for being in love with his distant ancestor. This is the same site that said JGY from MDZS did nothing wrong (ever), and thinks LWJ can't talk properly and speaks like Netflix's terrible subtitles.

And last but not least, this is the site that thinks dom/sub and top/bottom discourse is #immature and #feteshization when in reality the Asian BL subculture is literally built and maintained on this very important distinction of pairing order, which transcends who's sticking who in the ass, and has more to do with interpretation of characters as the author's explicit intent.

MXTX isn't being a whiny bitch when they say they hate it when their pairings are switched, it's because by switching up their pairings, you erase the literary importance of the gong love interest, and why MXTX positioned them that way. There's a reason why every single one of the MXTX novels is written from the POV of the shou, yo.

But, anyway.

I'm not Thai. I'm Filipino-American, who grew up in the Philippines for a good portion of her life and regularly goes back, and who is still somewhat fluent in Tagalog. And the borders of SE Asia contains within it a wonderful blend of so many different cultures that there are some scholars who, although dedicate their entire lives to studying this region, will never be able to fully grasp the cultural nuances that just aren't easily translatable to English sentences.

Having said that, there is still a set of cultural values and norms that unites this region AS Southeast Asia. I will definitely say for my own experience with kpts, one of the biggest factors as to why I fell in love with this show is because there were so many things about it that reminded me of my own upbringing, the cultural values and experiences that I grew up with, that makes this show special to me.

But Tumblr being Tumblr, it's no surprise that as always with non-western media, the cultural nuances are minimized or outright forgotten entirely.

In which case, KPTS is yet another victim to this inevitability, alas alas.

#kpts #my own personal thoughts #so please don't come for me #look i even hid it all under a “keep reading” tag ahahahaaa #:'D

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crying-fantasies · 2 months

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Declaration of a robo-fucker

I think everyone has noticed to this point in my work that, as it is obvious, the many pieces of different transformers media are blended together.

Because every piece of media is valuable, be it north american, asian or whatever that comes, it feeds the little girl that once found something incredible in her uncle's pirated DVD collection when she was 5 years old, the very same little girl that learned English while watching with subtitles in bad quality how Optimus Prime declared that every life matters.

The very same girl that said how much she loved Optimus Prime in school and was bullied for it, with classmates harassing back an forth saying that she wasn't normal for liking a robot, her own teacher telling her parents that the original series for kids wasn't adequate for her age and it was giving strange ideas with inadequate romance.

A kid that was banned from her favorite series, had her poor and innocent uncle be reprimanded for showing a disrespectful cartoon that was giving strange ideas to his way too impressionable niece, an incredible uncle that only wanted to let her know of an alien species that fought for what was right and saw something special in earth and it's people.

A kid that was banned by herself to even think about it again, and if she did, she would do it with shame, one that tried to think about other things while at it because she could still hear the jokes about her and how she would be mother of a microwave.

A little girl that tried to forget but once again found a figment of her interest in the live action movies that, while not the pinnacle for majority, was enough to be accepted in some way, that got every penny in her possession to buy a ticket for herself and still be denied to use it because her parents said it wasn't normal she liked it so much, taking her to the psychiatrist instead of the movie theater while her mother asked God why her daughter couldn't be normal.

She was normal, I'm normal, Just because I like different things doesn't mean I'm that different, maybe not everyone writes about romance between alien robots and humans and that's okay.

So it's okay if I use fragments of the live action movies, be it from the Bumblebee ones or the Bayverse ones, because those were what I could get, especially the BV since my uncle was a fan too and he kept on giving me pirated DVDs under the table during family reunions where we should be normal in their own standards; I remember how the soldiers of NEST risked their lifes, their careers and their future as a whole to bring back Optimus Prime and protect the autobots from other humans, I saw Cade Jaeger risk everything to help the autobots while others said he was a traitor and wasn't normal, I saw Jetfire leave the decepticons for something better, give his life to save a planet in the middle of nowhere just because it was the right thing for him, and in his own words traduced to Spanish: ¿quién quiere vivir una vida llena de odio? (Isn't that what legends are made from?)

No one here is, but we also are, we just don't cut in their correct way of seeing things.

And, yeah, I like some things of the Bayverse, so what? The whole thing isn't perfect, hell, there is no media that's perfect so far because the 100 percent of our community can't agree in the same one, everyone has their own tastes, so don't go shaming me for liking these movies, and I'll keep on using some references in my works with them, you can ignore it or you can just stay away from my Tumblr, is as simple as that, there is no necessity to put the anonymous button to tell how lame my taste is or how ridiculous I'm for bringing up things in the movie or even dare to tell me my work sucks for those little things or to put it down from internet, because internet is eternal, nothing in there can be deleted forever, and it doesn't matter how many times you tell me that you like my content but hate those parts and even have the gall to insult me for it or tell me you'll steal my account to make it right to your tastes, my work will be safes somewhere of that im sure, and why do you want this account?! It isn't even more than a girl trying to create something she likes while other people also like it!

I love the live action movies because those reconnected me with something dear for me, I love the animated ones and I love the comics! All break my heart when someone dies, of course! Who didn't cry at least once when a loved character is gone?! But this is my fiction, this is my alternative universe, and I just want them to be happy and if I can then so be it.

So yeah, I've posted more than ever to spite you, because grow up or whatever, people won't do what you demand them for just because you want it, and yeah Cade and NEST and Lennox and Epps and many other characters of the movies exist in my AU! One way or another because I liked their characters and how they stay with the transformers because I would do the same if I could, help them as I could.

But everything is fiction and even now I'm facing and struggling to help people in a war that doesn't have feet or head and that's miles away from me, and it makes you ask how I can't do better or what the hell I'm supposed to do, which is stronger nowadays since I saw someone post a beautiful drawing of Optimus Prime (you know who you are and let me tell you again, your work made me cry in my path to work because yeah my life suck to it's down degree but there's people out there that are really suffering and need more help) declaring the freedom of every sentient being, and everyone should have freedom to do what they want for as long as it doesn't damage someone else, I just realize that there are better things to do and focus your energy on than harass me when you don't even know who I am.

Everyone has the right to post what they want as long as it doesn't hurt someone else, I don't want to hurt you, whoever you are, I just want you to realize how wrong it is to pester someone in what they are interested just because it isn't your taste, I'm sure you like something similar and that's great, but you can't force me to be like you, and I'm not forcing you to be like me, you can go to other places to search what you like and that's fine.

This is a safe place, I want it to remain like that by deleting every message of yours and be done with it.

#transformers #crying screaming sliding down the wall #crying crying crying

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scullysexual · 3 months

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A Jewel Beneath The Moonlight [Rewrite]

@today-in-fic | ao3

Summary: For Mulder, a wealthy English-bred socialite who’s had everything given to him since birth, the Titanic is shipping him off to a prison, a life he no longer wishes for or wants. For Scully, an Irish stranger from the lower class, it offers a new life, a future she can truly envision in America. What if the universe put them on the same path to achieve those dreams at the cost of life?

Chapter Six.

Embarrassed, anger swirling through her, Scully storms out of the pool, throwing open the doors on her way out. She ignores the looks she gets for the way the doors bounce off the walls and startle a woman nearby. She doesn’t care, she just needs to get far enough away from Mulder and all things first class. She barely acknowledges the crewman passing who barks at her to get back to her own deck, Scully gladly goes, climbing over the now padlocked gate.

She’s done. Done with all of it; the dinners, the people, Mulder. He can live in his sad fake world with his sad fake fiancé. In a few days’ time, she’ll get off this boat and never the two shall meet again.

His words still ring in her ears. His words, his father’s words, whoever’s words- she doesn’t care, they’re all the same- the same closed minded people who don’t give a shit about anything other than themselves.

But that wasn’t Mulder.

She pushes that thought away, ignoring the truth, and forcing herself to mould Mulder to be like everyone else. If he did care about her he wouldn’t be worried about what his father thinks.

Why did it always have to come down to what father’s thought of their children?

She finds herself in the galley before she realises, the room completely crowded with people doing nothing with their lives and it angers Scully even more, this whole ship does, every person on it. She’s sick of crowded rooms, of seeing the same people every day.

The novelty of things wears off eventually.

She spies Charlie in the corner, happy, laughing with a group of boys he’s befriended. This journey had given him the freedom to just be a kid, to not have to worry about finding a job or the constant response of “No, you can’t work here”, “No, we haven’t got any jobs free for you”, “No, you need more experience”. He hadn’t won much in the terms of a job, either.

Seeing him now, Scully is envious. Despite the hardships, he was still free to be a child, they could go home and Mam wouldn’t push him to find a job and here, he could laugh with as many people as he wanted, hopelessly flirt with as many girls as he wanted and there would be no consequences, no rules or hearts broken because of a stupid mistake.

Not in the mood for company, Scully leaves the galley, about to head into her room and shut the world away for the rest of the trip before a familiar little voice stops her.

“Dana!”

Scully turns to see a little girl, blonde curls bouncing behind her, bound towards her.

A smile passes across Scully’s face at the presence of Agnes, momentarily forgetting her sadness and anger, she kneels to the girl’s height.

“Hello, Agnes,” Scully says. “Are you feeling better now?”

Agnes nods her head, her blue eyes bright and cheeks rosy with colour, so much better than the day before.

“You helped me better,” the girl says. In her hands she holds a brown box and extends it forward towards Scully. “I wanted to give this to you, to say tack sjalv…That is thank you in Swedish.”

Scully takes the box from Agnes, her thumbs slipping under the lid and opening it. A dancer dressed in traditional Swedish clothing appears spinning around as music plays from the box.

A music box.

Scully smiles, warmed by the girl’s gesture of thanks. She looks from the music box to Agnes, the girl’s smile radiating happiness, proud of her gift.

“Are you sure?” Scully asks, thankful for the gift but also having first-hand knowledge that they didn’t carry much and what they did carry was something extremely special to them.

Agnes nods. “It was Mama’s but Papa said we couldn’t keep it anymore, it’s too much space.” Her smile falters at that and Scully knows that it was either to be given away or sold to a stranger.

“I’ll take it Agnes,” says Scully and the girl instantly cheers up. “I’ll look after it and won’t let anything happen to it.”

Agnes happily nods and gives Scully and hug before running off back down the corridor.

The music box in one hand, Scully opens the door and sets the box on the table, a wee bit happier than she was before.

It’s strange how yesterday she was sat in a great big hall surrounded by shallow-minded people, eating food she could barely pronounce and today she is sat on the end of the bench eating mash and beef.

Well, eating being the desired action, she more than just picks at it.

She should probably eat it. All those times when she was younger, when she just wished there had been a slice of bread in the house remind her that she should eat food when she can, and eat all of it because who knows when the next time would be?

Her mood had lightened up with Agnes’ present but it hadn’t taken long for it to fall back down when she was alone. Maybe isolating herself wasn’t the best idea.

She doesn’t know why this whole Mulder thing had gotten to her so much. A similar thing had happened before, Scully had got in too deep with someone she shouldn’t and they had left her standing at a train station all night, never showing up. A constant cycle.

Whilst it had hurt to be humiliated, to walk back home with her tail tucked between her legs, she’d gotten over that situation fairly quickly and she’d done more than just dance with the man.

Scully tries not to think about the reasons, she was supposed to be blocking Mulder from her mind anyway, no dwelling on him.

“Decided dinner with your own kind is better then?”

Scully looks up to find Charlie opposite her, a smile plastered across his face from his ‘joke’. Sure, hilarious. She turns back to her food.

He sits down on the bench across from her. “I found your wee English fella before,” he tells her. That has her gaze shooting back up. “Well, he found me actually, jumped over the gate and all,” Charlie finishes with a smile at the memory.

Scully just frowns, why would a man who told her mere hours ago that he wanted nothing more to do with her go out of his way to talk to her younger brother?

“What did he want?” Scully asks, trying to sound as casual as possible. Inside, her stomach was doing somersaults.

“He just asked if I’d seen you, which I replied I hadn’t since the party and whatever glimpse I’d gotten of you before you ran out this morning.”

“I was with Agnes.”

Really, Scully doubts she’d spent no more than ten minutes with the lass but she wasn’t about to admit to her brother that she’d been laying in her bed depressed all day.

“Anyway, he said if I saw you to tell you to meet him by the mass at dinner time, he’ll be there.”

Scully thinks for a moment, calming the butterflies that fly in her stomach. Just what was Mulder playing at?

“He also said that you didn’t have to go if you didn’t want to, but something told him you will.” Charlie frowns, staring at her for a moment and Scully feels incredibly awkward.

“What happened between you two? You were getting along at that party last night.” His frown chances into a sly, knowing smile.

Emboldened, Scully pushes her bowl out of the way, leaning forward so her face was mere inches away from her brother’s.

“You can wipe that smile off ye face cause ye don’t know nothing.”

She pushes herself away, standing up from the bench.

“You’re gonna go?” Charlie asks, leaning back also.

Scully nods.

“Can I have your food?”

Without a word, she pushes the bowl in Charlie’s direction. Curiosity and nerves blooming, she disappears off to find out what games Mulder wants to play.

A chilly breeze blows across the deck, the sun almost setting in the distance. It looks beautiful, the orange and purples that paint the sky. It’s clear, the islands just off in distance visible. There’s no one out, every one off in the halls eating dinner, a perfect time Mulder chose.

Scully sees him near the mass just like he said, hunched over and leaning against the rails. At first she thought he’d be sitting on them, not unlike their first meeting. Despite her confusion, her curiosity, and the slight annoyance at his ever changing mind, she smiles at the memory.

“Are you always so moody, then?”

At the sound of her voice he turns, almost surprised to see her there.

“You came?” he asks.

Scully nods, “I did. I almost had second thoughts leaving the dinner hall but I thought I’d give you the benefit of the doubt.” She walks closer to him then, shivering in the slight chill, a mischievous smile flittering across her face. “So long as I’m not distracting you,” she almost whispers.

And while she smiles he does not, instead pain and regret etched on his face as he looks down at his feet.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” he apologises. “I just…I feel bad for everyone involved in this, even Phoebe, she…she’s a lot but she doesn’t really deserve this.”

There’s a moment when Scully wonders if they’ll ever be able to have a conversation that doesn’t include Phoebe’s name in it but she thinks back to Mulder’s earlier words, how their relationship was complicated, so no, she doubts they ever will.

“What are you trying to say, Mulder?”

He looks up at her then, almost shy. “I guess what I’m trying to say that I want to do this. You and me. Us. If that’s what you want?”

Is it? Her anger at him casting her aside, at choosing his family over her, they weren’t friendly feelings. The need to see him today, the speak to him and spend time with him, that went beyond friendship, too. She’s known him less than three days and even in that short time span she can’t think of the moment when they overstepped the friends line.

She doesn’t think he knows either.

“You tried to kiss me when I walked you to the gate last night. Did you mean it or were you just drunk?”

“I meant it,” he admits. “I wanted to but you stopped me so I thought maybe you didn’t and then…then before you said we were just friends so why the change?”

“Because you pissed me off,” she tells him, if they’re going to tell the truth they may as well both be truthful. “Because your father is right, I am a distraction.” She walks that little bit closer, now only a foot or so away from them both being in each other’s personal space.

“Does that bother you?” he asks.

Scully thinks about that. ‘Distraction’ maybe isn’t the nicest word to use for someone but in this moment she doesn’t care what some little person who seems as far away as the islands around them are, thinks she is.

“No,” she finally answers.

Mulder smiles and slowly outstretches his hand towards her.

“I want to show you something…Distraction.”

Scully smiles at the little nickname and takes his hand. Mulder leads her to the rails, places her where he was just standing.

“Step up onto the rails,”

Scully looks at him cautiously. “What? Are you planning on us both jumping off together or something?”

Mulder ignores her joke. “Just do it,” he says softly.

Grasping the heaviness of the situation she does as she’s told, stepping up on the first rail. She lets go of his hand to grasp hold of the mass, clutching onto it for dear life as her feet wobble on the rail. With both of Mulder’s hands freed, she feels him take hold of her waist, holding her in place and instantly she feels a bit more secured.

“Are you sure we won’t get into trouble for this?” Scully asks, suddenly feeling cautious about any eyes that could be watching them.

“Why would we?” Mulder asks, incredibly close to her ear. “We’re not doing anything wrong.”

Correction: this whole step they’re taking is incredibly wrong but Scully decides not to dwell on that, instead basking it in, in the thrill of doing something that she shouldn’t be once more.

“So what am I supposed to be seeing?” she asks, turning towards him.

“Hang on a second.” He takes one of his hands off her side and uses it to cling onto the handrail, pulling himself up onto the bottom rail Scully stands on. She can feel every inch of his warm body pressed up against her, and still in her light and playful mood, she pretends to adjust herself so her entire body brushes against his. In response, the hand holding onto her clutches her tighter.

“Stop it,” he tells her, less lightly than before and Scully stops, allowing herself to just lean about into him.

“Look down at the water,” he tells her and she does so.

At first there’s nothing, just the waves caused by the ship as it ploughs on to their destination but then she sees it, a little speck of grey that appears in the air and disappears again. And another one. And a third.

“I see it!” she shouts with child-like wonder, as three dolphins jump in and out of the water one after the other.

A smile passes across her face in happiness and delight, watching the creatures appear and disappear. This is what he wanted to show her and it doesn’t matter that she’s seen dolphins before, doesn’t bother her that it isn’t something more special, this is enough, just watching them jump in and out of the water, the cold chill of the wind against the front but the warmth of Mulder behind her, it’s all she can ask for. Slowly, everything fades away; the presence of people tucked behind walls, the view around her and the sun that continues setting in the distance, the ship, and its rails that she stands on and finally even Mulder disappears. Her eyes close and she’s warm and happy, free of all worries and stress. There’s no start or destination, it’s just her and the wind and the warmth.

Her surroundings come back soon, Mulder being the first thing to return to her. Scully opens her eyes again and looks down to the sea, the dolphins having gone. The spell broken and she misses their presence.

Weightless and carefree, she turns around in Mulder’s arms, taking her cold hands away from the mass and rail and presses them against Mulder’s warm chest, warming them up.

“Happy?” he asks quietly.

Scully nods. She looks up from her hands to find Mulder’s face inches away from hers. There’s a bit of a height difference between them like this and she steps onto her tip toes, clutching onto to Mulder to hold onto to as she presses her lips against his, once again her surroundings floating away around her.

She’s glad this is their first kiss. The one on the way to the gate would have been drunk and rough but this is sweet and perfect and much, much nicer.

It doesn’t go beyond that, as much as she wants it to go further it’s fine as it is, there’s more time for that later, anyway.

She pulls away, eyeing him nervously but something else catches his eyes. Frowning, his hand climbs to her neck, slipping inside her collar to pull out her cross.

She looks at it from where he holds it between them.

“My dad gave me it,” Scully explains. “My older brother tried to sell it one time but I didn’t let him. Instead I hid it and told everyone I lost it, until it was time to leave and I started wearing it again.” She unclasps it, handing it to Mulder to look at it. “It was the last thing he ever gave me before he died, I couldn’t…I don’t…” she trails off.

“It’s yours. It means something to you.” She watches as he runs his thumb over the slim lines of the cross.

“I guess,” Scully agrees, staring at it. “It would have fed us, though.”

She watches him continue staring at it and it’s almost like he’s disappeared inside himself frowning and thinking as he continues to stroke and hold the necklace.

He looks to her, his eyes searching hers and an almost pleading look on his face.

“You can say no,” he begins, before stopping to swallow nervously. Scully waits, interested in what he’s about to ask her. “Can…can I draw you wearing this?” She’s about to answer with a yes before he cuts her off.

“Just wearing this?"

#the x-files #the x files #txf fic #xfiles fanfiction #a jewel beneath the moonlight rewrite #titanic au #scullysexualwrites

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sapphosclosefriend · 2 years

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-Effortlessly in love-

Pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: you and Nat share an easy and comfortable love for each other

Word count: 853

!Warnings!: maybe slightly sexual allusions

A/N: so this is my first time writing anything. It is definitely nothing special, but I just wanted to try writing down some thoughts I had. Also, English is not my first language so there are going to be some mistakes which hopefully won’t prevent you from enjoying reading this. I want to thank @vancityfire13 for being so kind and for the help. Please don’t repost this anywhere, I wouldn’t be comfortable with it. One last thing, if you want to I would love to hear some thoughts on this, just to see if I should keep trying to write stuff when I get ideas or keep them for myself. Anyways, here is my first (and probably only) fic/ one shot. (Yes I did spend hours making a collage for this hahah),

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Natasha is comfort. Ever since you grew truly close, even before you started dating, that bond, that pull you felt for each other was always easy..comfortable!

Of course it is great and beautiful to fall for someone and feel that ever growing excitement, to feel the butterflies in your stomach or the fireworks before your eyes. And although at times it did feel like that with Nat, like when she first shyly held your hand while sitting on the balcony that evening and she softly tucked a wild strand of hair behind your ear to take a better look at your face, or how she lightly kissed your cheek not to scare you off before brushing your lips together waiting for you to be ready, it was always easy with her.

When you confessed this to her, many years later, she joked about how, if there were other universes, you were probably together in all of them, along with the cheesiest “it must be written in the stars” and her signature smirk and chuckle.

The point is, it really was easy to fall for her and love her more and more everyday.

It always fascinated you to watch those couples who had been together for years and just seemed to always be so at ease with each other. Being in love is exciting, and it should be, but after having known a person for so long and being familiar with every single aspect of them, the way they behave, the way they feel, the way they treat others, the initial blinding fireworks of a young and fresh love die, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

It is kinda hard to explain but it truly is beautiful: to be with someone, to have a partner and just exist together in the same space, to stay next to each other and just appreciate the opportunity to be able to live at the same time as the other. At first it was a bit hard to figure out the true nature of these feelings you felt for Nat and, surprisingly, it was the same for her. Yes, it did take you two some time to really hit it off, but it was a beautiful journey nonetheless, surely full of love.

Her friends, her family, would often innocently tease you two about how you seemed like an old couple from the get go, to which she would always softly laugh after holding you just the tiniest bit closer. It was true, you two actually did a lot of what people would often define as “old people stuff”, but you never saw anything bad in spending a nice weekend tucked next to her under a soft blanket while silently reading a book and smiling to each other from time to time.

At one point you did get a bit anxious at how she could feel about the way you spent time together, but, as the true observer that she is, she instantly noticed it and, after you voiced your concerns, she reassured you that it was the least of her problems. “I'd gladly spend the rest of my life lying in bed and doing nothing if you were there with me” she said before softly smiling, briefly looking down at your lips and pecking them while caressing your cheek. Again, a little bit cheesy, but it definitely helped.

It was actually a little reoccurring thing between you two: she would say the corniest lines in a teasing tone and you would blush just a little bit, enough for her to tease you about it from time to time. She really was a charmer and, even after years and years together, she never failed to make your breath hitch or make your knees buckle at her soft praises and caresses.

Life with Nat was good, it felt “safe” and it felt like home. She was your home, she was the only part of your life that you could’ve never regretted and that you would’ve never ever given up. After having experienced her love, after having experienced her, you knew that life was never going to be the same if not with Nat.

And it truly was scary: all you wanted was to have a good life with her and end up as two old, wrinkly ladies in a little house in the countryside. You would walk to the little library not far away and Nat would help you pick a dusty old book from one of the full shelves.

After getting home, drinking some tea and having some of the медовик (medovik) cake that she had previously baked, you would sit on the sofa and Nat would read the freshly bought book aloud, not before teasing you for losing your glasses once again.

You would lovingly look at her and the creases on her face, all signs of the time you two shared together and, even after noticing you not paying attention to her words, she’d keep reading while softly brushing her thumb over the back of your hand, simply appreciating the time of your lives you could spend with each other, existing together.

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #black widow x female reader #natasha romanoff #black widow #natalia alianovna romanova #fluff #the avengers #marvel #mcu

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aeghina · 4 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @a-little-bit-of-ravioli

1. How many works do you have on A03?

31! Wow! Not even counting my FF.net and Spirit (portuguese site) fics too. I think adding them would be around 50? I know for sure I have much more than that in my drive.

2. What's your total A03 word count?

739.765 Whaaaaat? That's so many! And it's mostly the ones I write in english!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Inuyasha, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, My Hero Academia and Legend of Zelda, more specifically LU!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

A Link in a chain . My first LU fic! My baby <3 Modern day, soulmate marking and platonic soulmates. The main focus is Wild getting to know them, then Legend accepting the others and finally Spirit joining them.

All Might said 'No'. This was a prompt for a MHA server and I had a lot of fun! All Might is the literal quirk, like a ghost protecting the Midoriyas.

Alpha and Omega. That was a challenge! In almost every way possible. Omegaverse, Toshinko

Merman. Also from a prompt. Merperson au, Toshinko.

Soul clock. Also from a prompt. Soulmate au where there's a clock counting down the time until you meet your soulmate. Toshinko and some platonic relationships mentioned too

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always! I love to receive comments. Even key-smashing make my day a lot better when I check the email

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably The Sacred Trees. It's more like a happy ending with heavy consequences. I live for happy ending, not sorry about that. They will suffer but they will be happy eventually.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them? I'd dare say the happiest was Took You Long Enough, a Midlink reunion during LU and then afterwards. From the concluded, that's the happiest one but there's an even better one coming from a different fic not posted yet :D

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not recently, but I did in the Inuyasha and Katekyo fandom! I usually say a simple "thank you for your critique" because this usually throw people off enough that they leave me alone.

9. Do you write smut?

No! There's some heavily implied things, but nothing graphic or very descriptive (by very heavily, I'm counting the omegaverse fic too; I liked the concept but wanted something with less sex)

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not oftenly, but yes! The last one I wrote was a MHA and LU crossover when the brain was divided between them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Once! The person copied one of my biggest series in portuguese, changed the name of the characters and some physical descriptions but it was basically the same. I asked them to put down, but had to dm some of the site's admin to make sure it was deleted.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Once by a friend from the MHA fandom and they encouraged me a lot to write more in english and give it a try. I'm here now so thanks to her!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! It will never see the light of day though, but my bestie and I created a whole novel about a couple and how the wife slowly got mad and then killed him in the end.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Hmm, that's too hard! I have many favorites!

Probably Zelink. LoZ is my old new obsession, it always go back and forth between the games as they are released or as I play again and the animes I'm watching. BotW and TotK gave me so much shipping material I'll be happily reading it until the next game is released.

A close second would be Kyoya/Chrome from KHR. I just love their dynamic, specially when they help each other to grow (and Mukuro being a gremlin jealous older sibling, that's the cherry on top)

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

A fanfic for the Grand Chase game when I played it. Ryan almost dies when they cross a desert, Ronan is sent to another world and needs to complete some quests to do that (he's my fav alright? I just needed a reason to send him to another world and do quests by himself, maybe question his faith and all that). I wrote maybe 30k? The idea is lovely and taunts me from a distance but I've never come back to writing it

16. What are your writing strengths?

A very good question... I'd say creating AUs. I love world building and leaving small details that have significance for the story later, I think I do an okay job at balacing dialogue and descriptions. My beta says I'm good at leaving crumbles in the story to solve the problem in the end too

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Punctuation in any language! Ugh, I just love commas sooooo much!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

English punctuation doesn't make much sense for me until now! I'm relying heavily on the corrector and trying to read more to see if I can absorb the info.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Inuyasha!

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I'm very self indulgent when writing so I like most of them. I'd say the longest time favorite in portuguese is Librarian, a Toshinko fic where Inko is the hero and Toshinori is a librarian she meets because her son is a book geek. In english is A Link in a chain.

Wow, that was a lot! Alright, lemme tag @musical-chan , @arecaceae175 and anyone else interested in doing! :D

#this got much longer than I thought #aeghine writes!#and rambles apparently #writing

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moeatsushi · 1 year

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got to ep 22

he sure is there!

before i dive in i wanna say that i really like the performances of the dub cast! specially ray chase. i think he's a perfect fit for karamatsu, during ep 22 he hit a really smooth line during the interview part and it was amazing, he's really good at conveying kara's extra campy vibe. another highlight performance is the mahjong skit, i totally recommend you all to watch that ep with the dub solely because of his performance. i wasn't so sure about michael sinterniklaas's jyushi at first but it grew on me as i watched other episodes before this one, it's a quirky take on his character! it doesn't have the batshit insane energy ono provides, but it's still neat and serves it's purpose. max mittelman makes a decent totty, i'm a little ehh on the cutesy tone he puts on, but that may be because i'm too used to irino's performance since it strangely sounds very natural from him. still, his voicing during the self-awareness skit was great and i really liked his voice during the ranting part.

anyways that aside. the real meat of whatever i'm spitting here. the skit. it's wild, and one of my favorites! a little too out of pocket in some parts, but i still like a lot of the interactions nonetheless. and i can't believe that's the first time we see atsushi he looks sooo weird HAHA his appearance barely changed at all throughout the years but i noticed they did change the tip of his bangs to slightly bend upwards (cute), his suit looks slightly looser (cute) and i think they gave him a little wider frame (cute). hooray for minor character design tweaks! his voice is fine. his english voice is slightly more snobby and irritating which honestly i prefer that over feeling nothing about it. kinda crazy he caused such a visceral reaction on people that they kept bringing him back over and over. this random guy that appears for like 10 seconds had me and the 2015 girlies on a vice grip it was crazy. it still is! he's like tinkerbell we're only keeping him on screen as long as we believe in him

i'm almost out of things to say so i have 1 question and 1 request 1. why did todomatsu say he was too handsome? (i know the reason but he could've phrased that in so many other ways. what was he cooking) 2. please ososan staff give him another suit bro has been wearing the same suit for 8 years

#text #i have something silly to say

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fyodorloveclub · 1 year

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Man the new trailer reminded me of how much I love ranpo so here's a few hcs I have of my boy <3

We're always talking about sitting on fedya's lap while he's working but what about sitting on ranpo's lap??? He's always at his desk eating snacks and playing games so I'm 100% sure that he'd love to have his s/o on his lap while he's busy doing nothing, especially if you give him praises or kisses or candy (or all of them)

And if you have paperwork to do he'll tell you to come to his desk anyway so he can help you (cuz he's the greatest detective ever!!!) but again it ends up with you sitting on his lap while he holds you and buries his face in your hair/neck and offering absolutely zero help cuz he's lazy and just wanted an excuse to hug you

He tends to get annoyed by the smallest things but just give him a kiss and a bunch of candies and he'll cheer up immediately <3 unless he's actually upset, in that case pls try to be serious and offer your help he'll appreciate it if you're being honest

Speaking of candies, you're the only person in the entire world except him who knows the code to the safe where he keeps his precious snacks, so if you ever want to surprise him just sneak a few of his favourite candy bars into his stash and he'll love you forever for that <3

You know chapstick that's flavoured like cherry, cola or other sweet stuff? Hide yours from him or he will try to eat it. And unless you want to get in trouble, do not wear that chapstick at work or literally anywhere in public because ranpo does not give a damn about other people and he will make out with you wherever you are

So you better wear that chapstick only when you two are home or when there's nobody else at the agency, or maybe you could save it for some more ✨special occasions✨ but in any case if you do have the chapstick on then it's as good as gone cuz ranpo will kiss you and re-apply it to your lips over and over until the stick is completely empty

He has most definitely put a candy in his mouth and ~seductively~ pushed it inside your mouth while you two were making out, he's done this many times trust me I was there (I wish)

For some reason I feel like ranpo would love your boobs idk why probably because he finds them soft and warm and he can nap on them while you play with his hair so what is there not to love about that??:( anyways if he can bury his face in your chest he will do it. You're relaxing on the ada couch? Puts his face in yo tiddies. You're sitting anywhere at home? Puts his face in yo tiddies. Having some sexy time together? Puts his face in yo tiddies

Since he loves eating candies and loves your tits you can bet all your money he loves having them in his mouth too, it either calms him down or riles him up, there's no in-between (bonus points if you're lactating😳)

(Also did you know that ranpo has the same voice actor as levi from aot?? That's hot)

Anyways hope you enjoyed some of my ranpo brainrot <3

- 💍

RANPO'S FIRST ENGLISH VA IS THE SAME AS TAMAKI FROM OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB

this is so amazing i so rarely receive any ranpo content i love this </3 and him trying to eat ur fucking chapstick is killing me flkdjfkdjfd

i absolutely 100% agree ranpo is a boobs guy he just likes that theyre comfy and soft and warm and its def a calming thing for him just to suck on them fdkalfjkla THE LACTATING THING THO DO NOT GET ME STARTED PLS

he'd be the worlds cutest yet most annoying bf of all time

#💍 demon #voices in my head #ranpo hcs

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myddrinmob · 4 months

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Coeden Onnen

A young maid in Bayard’s colours trips over her own feet, and her burden of cushions and blankets get hurled floorward. Merlin - feeling a camaraderie with anyone that clumsy - throws himself next to her immediately and tries to help her. Their hands cross over, grabbing for the same things, tugging them in opposite directions. Merlin isn’t helping at all. “Sorry,” the maid says, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean - oh -” “Hey, don’t worry about it,” Merlin says, passing a cushion with too much force and sending her pile of bedding toppling again. “Happens to me all the time. As you can see.” The maid laughs: it seems to catch her by surprise, and she glances up at Merlin, unsure of her own humour. He can’t help but laugh himself, giving her permission to find it all as funny as he does. She has a nice smile, he thinks. Kind. With a quickness that will later have him wondering, Merlin decides he likes her.

Chapter four is here, finally. I've had a bit of a break between the last chapter and this one, but we're back at it again just in time for Yuletide - and here, my special gift for you all:

UTHER Camelot welcomes you, Lord Bayard of Cair Lerion.

Cair Lerion, not Mercia. It's a bit of a petty change, I'll admit: it does nothing to change the story as of yet, if it ever will, and is purely for my own satisfaction. But it ties into my general disdain for the very English trappings of bbc merlin, which should have been Welsh, or at the very least more generally Brythonic.

I mean, Mercia is an Anglian kingdom, so even if I ignore the historical bits - it doesn't much matter when Mercia was founded (6th century) if the show only vaguely picks a time period (??14th???) - we're still left with the same problem that we had with Old English=magic.

No???? The Angles, Saxons and Jutes are the bad guys??? We can't just smack a Anglin kingdom down and declare it an ally of Camelot without doing some on-screen examination of that?

Which, ya know, the show didn't do. And I don't want to do either, tbh, though I'd bet for different reasons, so Mercia has to go. Instead, we get a taste of what was probably happening in Britain in the 5th and 6th centuries in real life: in the wake of the Roman ruling infrastructure collapsing, power would have disolved back to whatever locals were willing to take it. That might have meant wealthy elites, landlords, high-ranked soldiers or veterens - the possibilities are quite endless, and I've not picked one specifically for Bayard. What I have decided about him is that his ancestors were probably Gaels or Franks - Bayard is a very French name - and that he, or the founder of his line, chose an established location to rule over and from.

I think many people probably did, given the evidence we have of continued habitation in so many places. I picked Cair Lerion - Leicester - over others because it has a lovely Welsh name, and because it has more Roman associations over the Anglian associations places like Tamworth or Repton have. It's not too far from Camelot, either, in the version of Albion's geogeraphy I have in my head.

Put a pin in that geography bit - we'll be coming back to it later in the season.

Now, about Merlin and 'Cara'...

She has a nice smile, he thinks. Kind. With a quickness that will later have him wondering, Merlin decides he likes her.

Merlin's magic vibe sense has caught him out once again. There are a few things Merlin and his magic do in this chapter that I don't want to explain lest I spoil something for what's to come, but I did want to say this bit.

He looks. He sees - - through the water, their eyes meet - - she stumbles back from the font, shaken.

Merlin is getting a handle on some very specific parts of his gift, to Nimueh's detriment.

#bbc merlin #season one #the poisoned chalice #merlin #nimueh

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chaosduckies · 9 months

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Spirits, Chapter 1

Enjoy the first chapter!

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. Dreading the day, I shoved the bed covers off of me and stopped the alarm on my phone. It’s funny how school’s encourage sleep when they only give you about 6 hours of sleep.

After forcing myself to actually get off of my bed, I grabbed some clothes from my closet to change into. Just an ordinary black t-shirt and blue baggy jeans. Nothing special since I just have to go to school.

Peering at my desk with my finished homework I finished at about 2 in the morning. Curse the college homework. I shoved the papers into my backpack and headed downstairs finding my mother finishing up breakfast.

“Morning Nix!” She cheerfully greeted me, handing me a plate of two pancakes. I set my extremely heavy backpack down against the island in the kitchen and gratefully took the plate of pancakes.

“Morning mom.” I mumbled, taking a bite of her world famous pancakes. I really need to know how she makes them so good. So far she’s been stubborn about telling anyone. Not even dad.

“How late did you stay up last night? You have bags under your eyes.” She asked in a worried tone, trying to check my eyes. I leaned away from her hands and smiled, “I was just finishing up something for physics and chemistry. I’ll go to bed early today, promise.” She gave me a second look before smiling and sitting down next to me.

“Good. Don’t want you to be asleep the entire day for your birthday on Sunday.” She squeezed me in a tight hug. Right. Only 4 days until I turn eighteen. Just great.

I won’t lie, birthdays aren’t really that special to me. It’s usually just my parents and I gathered around in the dining room with cake and a couple of presents. For some reason my parents never told me anything about my grandparents or if I even had any other family besides them. Every time I brought up the subject they just stayed quiet and moved on. I never thought twice about it.

Finishing breakfast, I waved goodbye and walked to the bus stop. We lived on the edge of town. A lot of forest area, but it’s not I minded. It was actually peaceful to listen to the many birds chirping, or the wolves at night. Oddly soothing, but maybe that’s because my parents have lived here for as long as I can remember.

The bus ride was noisy as it always was. Since it was just a small town, even the little kids rode in the same bus as the older kids. Usually there was some sort of argument between the little kids over who has the best breakfast or something. In the back with the people in my grade (Which was me and three other people) had to try our best to drown out the noise.

I plugged in my headphones and put my playlist on shuffle. I tried to get a little bit more rest while on the bus, laying my head against the window, trying to not mind my head banging against the glass every five seconds. After a while, I gave up and realized that we were already at school.

Today was awfully chatty. I heard murmurs of how the clouds were gathering, and it would probably snow. It wouldn’t be surprising since it’s almost below twenty. Not my ideal weather, but it’s what we have.

My first class of the day was of course my physics and chemistry class. I handed in the homework I finished last night and sat down in my little corner of the room.

I’m not really a social guy. Of course I have friends. Or should I say friend? Percy is like the older brother I never had. He kind of stuck around with me when he found out I was bullied, but that was only because I would say I saw things. I have no recognition of the memories though.

After the first five periods passed by, it was all smooth sailing from there. The three easiest classes of the day. Art, english, and world history. I know, weird, but it’s only easy because they rarely hand out homework, and when they do they give us a while to complete it.

“Nix! Over here!” Percy waved at me from the front doors of the school. I walked up to him, smiling. He was a really nice guy.

“Hey Percy.” I greeted him. As usual, he elbowed me lightly. Percy was the athletic type. He’s played sports all through high school, he’s funny, and is definitely social. Probably one of the most popular kids at this small school.

“Is it cool if I come by to your house on Sunday?” He asked, smirking at me. I knew exactly where this was going.

“No, don’t you dare show up with a present.” I warned. He gave me a cheeky smirk, “Too bad, already bought it,” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, “You bought me one, and now I’m getting you back.”

I smiled to myself. I just bought him a jacket with his favorite football team on it, but apparently they were limited time and he didn’t get the chance to buy one. So who knows what crazy thing he bought me.

“Alright, well I have practice to get to, see you tomorrow!” He ran off, leaving me to walk the rest of the way home. I sighed and began the ten mile journey.

It did end up snowing on my way home, which I wasn’t too happy about, but I only had three more miles. Why did we live so far away from town anyways? The only neighbors were the nice old couple that owned some horses. I remember because when I was little they used to let me ride them.

I reached for the door handle, but looked over at the driveway to see a white SUV parked along with my dads silver Dodge. Who was this? Some type of health insurance guy? I took my mind off of it and opened the door, only to find a tall man dressed in a black business suit sitting down at the kitchen island.

“What’s going on?” I saw my mom and dad sitting across from him. I set my backpack down by the door and took off my shoes.

“Nix, go to your room.” My dad ordered. I grabbed my backpack again and hesitantly walked up to my room. What was going on? Usually when dad come shove from his night shifts, he asleep on the couch with his usual show Ghost Adventures. No, something was actually wrong.

Soon enough, I heard a slam, followed by yelling. I pressed my ear to my door.

“Our son is perfectly fine! You can’t take us away from him!” My mothers voice.

“Hm… Give me a call if he starts having… similar symptoms. You shouldn’t have a hard time remembering them.” Followed by the door closing.

What did any of that mean? Having symptoms of what? Why would that man want to take me away? Did my parents do something? What if it’s about their past?

Questions swirled around in my mind. I shoved them into my ‘Deal with it later’ folder, and listened to my parents talking.

“Do we tell Nix? If we do he might be…”

“Marcy, dear, we can’t tell him. The exorcists will try to come get us early. We have to let him handle it himself. They got us, but we can’t let them have him.”

I back away from the door when I heard my parents footsteps climbing up the stairs. What was going on? What did I need to find out about? Who was taking my parents away, and why are exorcists involved in this mess that apparently I’m a part of?

Groaning, I grabbed my backpack and took out my homework. My parents were definitely hiding something form me, and I was going to find out one way or another. Whether I liked it or not.

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Alright, first chapter done! I had a lot of fun sharing this story on here. Hopefully this is a good enough chapter to get a hook on.

#Chapter 1 #Oc: Nix #Oc: Marcy #Oc: Jacob #Oc: Percy #Writing #Spirits #Hook chapter #What is he apart of?#Oc’s #books #reading #booklover

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