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alicerosejensen · 3 months

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OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH

I JUST HAD A CUTE LITTLE SCENARIO IDEA. It is about vendetta! leon and young(20’s) reader series! What about reader sitting on the bathrooms counter/vanity while helping Leon shave? His hands are resting on readers tighs or around her waist as he watches her focused eyes. I THINK THAT WOULD BE ADORABLE PLS.

And i don’t think this counts as an ask, but if you’ll want to do something with this im not complainig hahah 👁👁

Warning: Fluff, mention of injuries, age difference (implied but not mentioned), Leon!Vendetta, Leon gets taken care of (this man needs a little love and devotion); talking about nothing.

I'm sorry, I'm too lazy. I write slowly and because of some eternally tired condition

Coming back to you after so many weeks of silence was wrong, or at least unfair. To tell the truth, Leon did not feel that he should have done it at all, the doctor recommended bed rest, but it was all the same. It was not the first time he had been thrown like a rag doll, although this time he felt like he was on the edge, dangerously balancing between life and death, when Aris's claws almost pierced his flesh. At least Leon thought he was going to die thinking about you- the only good thing in his life in recent years.

He wasn't even sure if you would let him in, but when he broke out of the dark tunnel, the whole flight he thought only about how nice it was to return to the person who, for some reason, cared about him. You weren't his wife, you weren't his work partner, you were just a girl. The girl he was afraid to fall in love with because he always thought that this love would hurt you. Although it seems that only one was injured, and it was Leon himself, who came up with stupid rules for himself to protect you.

And here he is, you look at him without any malice, although it would be worth it. Leon really doesn't think he has the right to show up like this without an invitation, but he does, looking into your eyes with a guilty look, hoping that you won't drive him away and let him lick his wounds while he lets you love him tenderly.

"Come in," you nod head, letting him into your tiny apartment, in which Leon felt better than at home.

Although it looked more like a lone wolf's lair. It was much more comfortable and even somehow warmer with you.

Taking a step, Leon feels not like a government dog, but an ordinary person who is taken by the hand and let into a small corner of paradise. Maybe it will last a day, two or a week, but he will be a little happy and loved.

"Should I heat up your dinner?" You ask casually, as if he wasn't ignoring you and running away to drown his problems in alcohol. "Leon?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

"Coffee?" Again you offer him, but he just shakes his head negatively as he sits down on the chair in front of you.

"No"

Maybe you think he came here to end all the little things that were between you, but no. He just needs you as a salvation, otherwise his head will drown in regret.

All Leon wants is for his fight not to be in vain, but every time someone else takes the place of the bad guy, and corporations continue to create viruses that turn people into bioweapons. He runs his hand over his face, feeling the annoying stubble under his palm that should have been shaved off, but having drowned in alcohol, he didn’t want to do anything.

“I just,” he looks at you with a hazy look but completely sober, “Can I stay here? With you?”

Who are you to refuse him? But be honest with yourself, you want him to stay here, especially since his beaten appearance really said that he was better off not being alone. Under the T-shirt, bruises and abrasions on the face and arms and what appears to be a dislocated shoulder are visible. In any case, wanted to believe that Leon didn’t break any bones.

"You know that my answer is yes"

Leon doesn't smile. Just eternally grateful that he won't have to sit in his dark, lonely apartment lying on his bed again after taking a strong painkiller.

He sleeps well with you, he doesn't have nightmares, and he's just comfortable here. You can turn on the TV, watch an old movie with you and lie quietly, knowing that he will not be called anywhere until he recovers. There was work left in New York for B.S.A.A and TerraSave, but not for him, besides, he didn't take a shower before coming to you, fortunately you had some of his things, including a spare toothbrush and a new disposable razor.

And that was the problem. The problem with his shoulder, which you kept looking at without stopping, as if he had grown a third arm.

“Working moments,” Leon muttered, feeling that he really wouldn’t refuse your dinner. “Can I ask you something else?"

“Yeah, sure.” You really never refused him.

Arias threw him against the wall, clearly sparing no effort, but thanks to the adrenaline, Leon didn’t feel much pain and was able to maneuver and attack this crazy bastard. The truth is that falling from a motorcycle does not benefit his body, which is why when everything calmed down, Leon realized that it was simply difficult for him to pick up the very razor that was now in your hands and do such a simple job as shaving.

“Just stay still, or better yet, sit down,” you said loudly, seeing that Leon didn’t like the touch on his neck when you tried to cover him with shaving foam.

It was already like instinct when they touched his neck. Leon immediately jerked to the side when he felt someone else's palm on his skin, as if the touch caused him pain. He never talked about how often he was grabbed by the throat, but from his reaction one could guess that this was a sensitive area that he did not like to trust to anyone but himself.

“I can’t shave you if you twitch like a little kid who doesn’t want to wash his face,” you joked, using your finger to spread the shaving foam you had on your hand onto the tip of his nose.

"Just...a reflex"

You thought about it, biting your lip, but Leon just exhaled, gathering his strength, knowing that you weren't going to kill him. He trusted you, so he calmly sat down on a small chair, putting his hands on your waist, trying to relax.

You saw how tense his muscles were, as if at any moment he was ready to make a jerk, his fingers squeezed the fabric of your tank top while you distributed foam over his face, trying not to overuse the product at the site of his abrasions that have not yet healed. When that was done, the razor in your hands gently touched the skin of his neck and gently shaved off excess hair from his face with smooth movements against the coarse hairs.

Carefully avoiding all the cuts, you managed not to hurt him. Step by step, you constantly rinsed the razor to remove all the hairs from it and walk it over the places where the stubble still remained. The most difficult thing for Leon was his neck - he felt too exposed and vulnerable, but when it was over and you moved to another zone, it seemed to you that he even exhaled.

In the end, getting carried away with the case, you didn't even notice how Leon was gradually able to relax and carefully watched your movements, finding you charming when you are so focused only on him. Maybe it's a little selfish, but for him you look so beautiful that he thinks about asking you to shave him again in a week when the stubble grows back, just to watch you take care of him again.

It took you a few minutes to catch his eye when you were completely done. The blue eyes stared at you with such attention that for a second you might have thought that something interesting was written on your face since he was looking at you like that. It's a little awkward and you look at him in response, stupidly blinking your eyes when you wipe his face with a towel, which makes a smile bloom on your lips and you look away.

"What's funny?"

To be honest, there really wasn't anything funny, it was just embarrassing for you.

"Did you leave me something like a mustache?" He joked and you burst out laughing

"Good idea! I'll do it next time."

Leon chuckled, because as a temporary joke, you could do that. That's just the accumulated fatigue that fell like a heavy boulder on him did not allow him to rejoice as much as you do.

"You're obviously going to amuse Chris," He sighed. You threw the razor into the sink and froze for a moment when you felt his head pressed against your stomach, relaxing in layers as you run your fingers through his hair "Thank you"

"No problem," you kissed the top of his head, helping him stand up, noticing how he hisses from the pain in his back when he straightens up.

"Fuck." Leon hisses in pain, catching his breath, realizing that maybe he should drink more painkillers and let a loved one take care of him. "I think I'm catching up with my age"

"Maybe. But I think you should rest and follow the doctor's recommendations at least until you stop needing painkillers."

"Until the next mission, you mean?"

You didn't say anything because you didn't know much about his work. After laying Leon on the bed, he finally exhaled with relief after looking at you with secret gratitude. Literally the only person who gives him warmth and comfort, and maybe he should come to you instead of washing down his bitterness in a bar. Thinking about it, Leon even thought that if he had stayed with you, he would not be suffering from his injuries now, however… What would have happened to Chris and Rebecca? But it's too late to regret what happened. He's alive and he's with you now. He lies in your bed listening to the usual chatter while the TV is on in the background and you settle down next to him bringing an extra blanket and pillow.

In the end, you just plopped down next to him, thoughtfully looking at the picture on the TV, pulling the blanket over yourself. Leon moved a little closer to you, hugging you around the waist, nuzzling your cheek, covering his eyes from fatigue. Of course you knew that he works for the government, but never what he does specifically. You saw the "DSO" marking on his gun, but you were afraid to ask him about it, although the fact that Leon has the right to carry and store weapons freely already hinted that he does not work in some average position and his injuries… one is worse than the other.

It is difficult to unravel the thoughts of this person, especially when he is completely immersed in himself. You know that he has some problems with alcohol and a couple of times you even quarreled about it, after which Leon always apologized by coming to you with flowers and other gifts. You turn off the light in the room, turning to him, meeting the tired gaze of blue eyes.

"Thank you. I rarely say this, but I'm grateful for everything you do for me."

"I know."

"Maybe you should find a better guy than me, but" he snuggled even closer and there was fear in his words, as if you could make him leave right now, "but I want to be with you. I can't lead a normal life, but being here with you feels like I'm becoming normal. Who he was before September 30, 1998"

"And what happened on September 30th?" you ask, putting your hand on his palm, smiling, and immediately see how noticeably even in the dark his face changes, becoming more gloomy.

"My first day working as a cop. I overslept and was late for my first day at work"

He could have said a lot and revealed his soul to you without fear if he hadn't been bound by the government. Raccoon City is classified information, and even no matter how much he values you, you shouldn't know anything about it. Fortunately, you do not pry into the truth, leaving his personal border untouched, and for this Leon is infinitely grateful. Maybe in a couple of weeks, when his injuries stop being so painful and his condition improves, he'll even laugh at what kind of mustache you made for him while shaving him again. He will really be happy and he will not need alcohol in this.

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wonuhaven · 5 months

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hey bae 😮‍💨😮‍💨 how about a mingyu + #48 #51 + fluff + friends2loversss maybe 🤭🩷🩵

a kiss to makeup for the time that was lost — k. mingyu

48. "I've loved you since the first time I ever laid my eyes on you." + 51. "How mad would you be if I kissed you?"

info: long ass fic atp sorry + not proofreaded + pining (kinda)

author's note: hi baeeeee 🤭🤭🤭 thank you requesting + supporting my writings 😭🥹 it means so much to me fr !! anyway i hope this fic was up to your expectations & i hope you enjoyed it 🫶🏽🫶🏽

"you have got to be kidding me," you hissed at the man in front of you though words falling in vain as he is too busy munching away on his fries. you let out a sigh of frustration before grumbling and taking a bite of your burger.

this isn't your first time mingyu invite you to get a (very) late night dinner but surely, this will be the last time you'll be spending money on someone like him. the man had already let your precious, hardworking $20 down the drain just because he was hungry... like... what the fuck? couldn't he just get it himself? it wasn't like he didn't have a job either, which irritates you further. so here you are, ready to ask him the big question.

"dude, so like... did your job fire you or something?" you started off nice, most definitely like a calm before the storm. you truly believe the universe hated you the moment you receive a shrug. you give him a blank, unimpressed stare.

"use your words, kim mingyu. we're not 9 year olds," the culprit lifts his hand in defense, "hey, i'm just a boy in college. cut me some slack won't ya? also, i just failed my math exam so just take it as you're comforting me." you click you tongue in fake pity.

"you could've asked me to tutor you instead of wasting my money like this, blockhead." you retorted, giving him a light smack on his arm that was an inch away. mingyu shakes his head in disagreement, "that won't work." you clasp you arms together in curiosity. "and what makes you think that?"

before you could get the answer, mingyu takes a sip from his drink. what felt like eternally waiting for him to finish, he finally decides to open his mouth. "i know this might sound like a weird question but," he stops. "go on," you respond.

"how mad would you be if i kissed you?"

you felt like the world had spun around from whatever came out of his mouth, causing you to tumble over your own chair. "come again?" "how mad would you be if kissed you?" you still couldn't process what he just had said.

"again." "how mad would you be if i kissed you?" "again." "how mad would you be if i kissed you?" "one last time," "how mad would you be if i kissed you?"

"very."

you couldn't help but let out a chuckle at his expression that was distorted with confusion. "what do you mean? i thought you liked me, no?"

you gasp out as you placed a hand over your heart. "kim mingyu, you rejected me long ago— during our senior year of high school." he still had his confusion face, "what does that have to do with whatever the fuck i just asked though?"

you reach out to pat his arm again, this time with real pity. "do you think i wouldn't be able to move on from that? you might have embarrassed me in front of our whole grade but i wasn't that head over heels for you, man." lord knows you were, but that was a different story to tell for a different time.

instead of the adorable confused expression, it was replaced with a frown. "i thought you still like me?" "i do." "you don't make sense right now, you know that right?" "yes." "huh?" mingyu straightens his back and asks seriously, "okay then, when did you liked me back then?" you furrow your eyebrows, refreshing your mind back when you both were in high school.

"i liked you back when you were helping out a stray kitten near the school. i thought you were the kindest person i've ever seen, and you know how they were treated right?" he nods in acknowledgement. "i can never forget that. thankfully wonwoo adopted that kitten and lives with him now." he says in reminisce, showing a gentle smile.

"right. well, uh. from then on, i just kept seeing you around and we kind of bonded over time. but then my fucking dumbass felt the need to confess. nonetheless, we're still friends," mingyu hums while nodding his head. "that's true."

"kim mingyu," he looks at you, giving his full attention to what you were about to say next.

"i've loved you since the first time i ever laid my eyes on you. near the school, by the kitten, in front of me. your smile, it made me felt alive. i wanted to protect that smile you had back then,"

and there went your heart, beating away like crazy. now that mingyu, the man you once swooned over, gave that same smile to you. "then," you gulped in nervousness as he still plastered that heart-throbbing smile.

"may you give this smile another chance to be protected by you? may you give this heart of mine another chance to be loved and to love you?" he finally breathes out though yours might have been taken away.

when mingyu noticed that you were unresponsive, he moves from his seat next to yours, gently intertwining your hands.

"yes. yes, i would. in this lifetime to the next, i will always choose to love you,"

for once you seem like you hoped that this late night dinner thing to be the last, you didn't. thank whoever heard your broken heart because now you feel alive, again.

not from him but with him this time.

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lowkeyremi · 10 months

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hello, hello. I would like you request shiratorizawa 3rds boys playing Minecraft with their s/o🤭

I think with tendou would be hilarious

Nah bc Satori would be killing ur cats 😭 this is so cute

Playing minecraft w GN!reader ft. Ushijima, Tendou, and Semi.

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Ushijima Wakatoshi:

"How do you- I'm being attacked by zombies." His voice is nonchalant and he stares at you waiting for your input.

"'Toshi, use your sword!" You don't even look at him because you're fighting a stupid skeleton.

"Which button was that again?" His character is close to dying.

"We should have played on creative mode." A snort escapes your lips and he smiles at you.

"Maybe I'll lose more often if I get to hear that cute laugh of yours." You don't even have to look at him to know he's smirking.

"Better stop daydreamimg cuz I'm robbing your place." You laugh again.

His brows furrow, he looks so cute. "Hey, I've gathered all that myself, you can't take it." He shakes his head playfully.

"Quit getting distracted by my hotness, then." You smile.

"That's hard to do.." He sighs trying to keep from smiling,

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Tendo Satori:

"Satori!!" You scream kicking his side. He starts cackling.

"What?" He asks trying and failing to sound innocent.

"You snake! You burnt my house down!" It took you two weeks straight to finish your build, it was perfect.

"Ah... that was your house? Oops." It wasn't an accident, the smirk on his face said so.

"I'm so going to get you back." You scoff and walk over to his place and kill some of his cattle and his favorite cat— which is named after you.

"You killed, (name)?!" He screeches in shock.

"I'm not your minecraft bae anymore, 'Tori." You feel pretty satisfied with yourself.

"Two can play that game." His character makes his way to your burnt down house. He finds your favorite wolf in his pin and kills him. "Goodbye Satori junior, your sacrifice was not in vain."

"You killed my baby and burned my place?!" You weren't able to believe what happened in a little over five minutes.

"Okay how about we make a truce and I help you build your house again?" He knew you couldn't resist such an offer.

"Fine but if you burn down my place again, I will kill all of your animals." He chuckles at your childness. He loves that about you.

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Semi Eita:

"Did you kill them yet?" You ask Semi waiting for the green light.

"Mhm.. give me like two seconds." He was concentrating hard, but you can't help being silly.

"One, two." You count out very fast and he scoffs at you.

"Okay I'm done, go go go." He says and your character runs into the house of the villager he just killed.

"What's in there?" He asks with amusement.

"Let's leave, it's only bread." You let out a laugh from your gut as he sighs.

"Damn, this is like the fifth house with nothing good in it." He groans, it's not a big deal to kill villagers, its just time consuming.

"What if we rob the pillagers? It's risky but I'm sure they have some good items." You mention, it causes your boyfriend to smile at the thought.

"Okay, we'll give it one last shot." He was just as determined as you are.

Actually finding the pillagers took over an hour, you happened to stumble across one and it began attacking you.

"Eita, help! I found a pillager!" You scream and he laughs at you. It's so adorable to see you really getting into the game. Honestly, he's thinking about leaving you by yourself to see how you'd respond.

"Eita, where are you?!" You're fighting the pillager with your sword that wasn't as cool as your boyfriend's sword.

You can hear muffled laughter, indicating that Semi planned on letting you die. That bastard.

"Eita please, I'm dying!" The pillager gets the upperhand, it shoots you one last time and your character dies.

"Eita, how could you?! I thought we were partners in crime!" If anyone else heard what you said without context they'd be confused. Your boyfriend on the other hand broke into fits of laughter.

"I'm sorry baby, try to catch up." Eita lets out a small giggle. At least he waits for you to catch up before continuing.

Heyyyy, thanks for this request ily anon!! I think Tendo's is my favorite, he is such a cute menace. Anyways thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it :P

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sky-berrie · 1 year

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Heartbreak - the batboys

Summary: How the boys (Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian) react (platonic) when you're broken hearted.

A/N: If you're going through heartbreak over a breakup or rejection I'm so sorry that you're hurting right now. I wish I could take your pain away. Although we don’t know each other, I can say with 100% certainty that you have so much to offer, way too much to waste it on someone who can’t/won’t appreciate you.

If you’re suffering right now, please don't give up. You got through yesterday which means you can do it again today. People often say that every day will get easier, but I know that it doesn't always feel like it; there may be good days and bad days and that's okay. Use that as a reminder that feelings, even negative feelings, don't last forever. But on the bad days, please stay strong. You've worked so hard to heal, don't let it go in vain. Progress may be slow and imperceptible from day to day, but progress is progress and I am proud of you.

You deserve all the love and happiness in the world. You deserve someone who will treat you the way you want to be treated. You deserve better and there is much better out there. If you need to hear it from someone else, take it from our BatBoys. Without further ado, here is how the boys react when you’re going through heartbreak.

Dick

If you’re hurting, Dick is hurting. He’ll do anything to help you feel better. He’ll ask you what you need from him, whether that’s someone to talk to or someone to sit in silence with, someone to wallow and eat junk food with, or someone to hit the gym with.

If you want to talk, he’s a great listener. He's patient and lets you vent and circle around and around as many times as you need, but he never lets you put yourself down. He’ll gently challenge your self-deprecating thoughts.

“Why am I not good enough?”

“Y/N,” he says firmly as he turns your shoulders to face him and leans down to connect with your eyes. “You are more than good enough.”

“Then why don't they want me?” you ask as tears pool in your eyes.

Dick shakes his head. His brows knit together in sorrow. “I don't know and we'll never know. Maybe they're going through something difficult that has nothing to do with you. Maybe they're confused. Maybe they're hung up on their ex. Maybe they think you’re too good for them and they got scared. Maybe they're looking for something different at this point in their life. There are so many possibilities but none of them matter because whatever is going through their head doesn't change anything about who you are. You are still the same amazing person that you have always been.”

"If I was so amazing then they would want me."

Dick shakes his head again. "That's like expecting every person in the world to love the same book, movie, song, food, you name it. Who's that comic book character that you're obsessed with? You're always raving about your hot take on why they're the best and how everyone's sleeping on them. Most people don't see their appeal but that doesn't make you love them any less, does it?"

Dick has a point. It's only a select group of people who share your adoration for your favorite character and that has never bothered you. In fact, that makes the character even more special to you.

If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, too. If you'd rather consume an unreasonable amount of junk food, then Dick will clear out the local convenience store and be at your place in five minutes. He won't let you make it a habit because he cares about your health, but sometimes you just need a day to drown your sorrows in sugar.

You’re both in your comfiest clothes sitting on the couch under a fluffy blanket, even if it's 100 degrees outside. You'll just turn on the AC so you can be cozy and snug. You lean against him with your head resting on his shoulder as you eat your favorite snack in dejection. If you want physical comfort, then he'll put an arm around you and hold you close until you've eaten yourself into a sugar coma and fall asleep on him.

Dick worries about you and can't bear the thought of you suffering alone. If you laugh together, you cry together. He will be by your side as much as possible unless you genuinely want/need alone time. Eventually you might start to feel like a burden for taking up his time and disrupting his life, but don't bother pretending to be fine just so he'll stop worrying about you.

You put on your best smile, though you feel it faltering. You hope Dick doesn't notice. "I think I'm good now," you tell him. "That was the last of the tears."

Dick doesn't say anything. He just eyes you, a mixture of concern and contemplation on his face as he evaluates the veracity of your statement.

You try to hold it together just a little longer, but you crack and break down in tears again. Dick pulls you in for another hug. "I'm sorry," you mumble against his chest.

"What for?"

"For being so annoying. You must feel like my babysitter."

"You are not annoying, Y/N. You know I love hanging out with you and I know you'd do the same for me, so please, don't be a hypocrite and just let me be here for you."

Jason

Jason is best at supporting you through the anger stage of your grief. In fact, he will perpetually be in the anger stage on your behalf. If you were cheated on, you best believe that Jason will pay said slimy cheater a special visit. He won’t ever tell you about it because you’re probably going to object, but when your friend tells you that your ex was randomly beaten up the day following your break up, you can make an educated guess as to what happened. Jason knows you don’t approve of violence or revenge but it helps him sleep at night. He hates seeing you cry and if you’re crying, he’s damn well going to make sure they’re crying too.

If you’re ready to talk shit about your ex, Jason is your boy. He has a slew of creative insults to call the person who broke your heart and this man does not hold back. “Y/N, you are way too good for that assmonkey bitchface douchebag. They were lucky you even gave them the fucking time of day. Seriously, you are so fucking far out of their league."

If that weasel has the audacity to beg you to take them back? Over Jason's dead body. You are not wasting a second more on that asshole and Jason will make sure of that. If they call or text, he will not hesitate to colorfully tell them off. If they are brave (read: stupid) enough to show up at your place and unlucky enough that Jason happens to be there, Jason is absolutely going to go berserk on them.

Even if your ex didn't cheat on you, Jason won't want you to take them back. He refuses to let you be someone's convenient option. Jason wants you to be with someone who values you so much that the thought of letting you go never crosses their mind.

If you start missing that person and wanting to contact them, Jason will give you some tough love. He will physically stop you by confiscating your phone or having Tim rig it so that it can't call/text or receive from that number.

“Fuck them, Y/N. They’re trash and you dodged a bullet. Don’t tempt fate now.”

You might be craving the feeling of being wanted and chased and you probably have all sorts of wild fantasies of you and your ex rekindling the relationship. It clouds your judgement and makes you forget about all their many negative qualities.

"But maybe they've changed. What if they really love me and I'm reading it all wrong? What if I'm throwing away something special?" you object.

"Have you lost your goddamned mind? First of all, they're a moron who took you for granted. Unfortunately being moronic is an incurable and terminal illness so it's all downhill from here. Second of all, there's a thousand more just like them. If you really want to waste your time on a jackass, at least pick a new one."

Your head says Jason's right but your heart says otherwise and it's written all over your face.

"Y/N," says Jason, a little softer now. He stands directly in front of you with a serious expression. "I know you're going through hell but I've been there and back. I promise everything will be okay. Walk away with your head held high. Let go of them." Jason offers his hand for you to take. "I've got you."

And with his encouragement, you decide to move on. To help you get through this tough time, his go-to tactic is to distract you with all sorts of activities. It’s 3am and you’re feeling sad? Jason’s over at your place in a heartbeat and you’re going for a drive to get your favorite comfort food in your pajamas. You want Jason to get all dressed up and take you to a gala? Under normal circumstances, he'd rather die again. However, Jason will gladly do that if it means you aren't talking to your ex.

Tim

When you're heartbroken, people invariably tell you don't be sad because everything happens for a reason, be glad that you didn’t waste even more time on them, forget about them and find someone who cares about you. Gee, what splendid ideas; why didn't you think of those before? You know they mean well, but feelings don't go away just because you think they should. As a result, you might act optimistic and upbeat around others to spare yourself the well intended lecture.

However, keeping up the facade gets exhausting. Being social or being around high energy people can become an emotional drain. Sometimes you might want to avoid the entire world, save for Tim. It’s easy to be vulnerable with him because he doesn’t tell you how you should feel. Of course, he doesn't want you to be upset, but he understands that you need to grieve and it's okay to feel sad. Similar to how some people can sit in comfortable silence, Tim can sit in comfortable sadness.

"Did you want to do something today?" asks Tim from the driver's seat.

You shake your head wordlessly. You barely had the energy to leave your home today. Anything else would be too difficult.

"That's fine. We can chill at the manor," he says without judgement. He doesn't make you feel bad for wanting to be a hermit and he doesn't try to force you to get back out there before you're ready.

You follow Tim up to his room and you plop down on his bed. If you want some comfy clothes, Tim will toss you something from his drawers or he’ll grab some of his brothers' or sisters' old clothes.

Tim pulls back the covers for you to crawl under. He tucks you in like a child and kisses your forehead affectionately. It makes you feel loved and for a fleeting moment, the pain is gone.

If you want company, Tim will jump in on the other side and you’ll both be idly scrolling on your phones for a while. However, if you're on your phone, there's a good chance that you'll see something that reminds you of the person who broke your heart. If you don't want to talk about it, Tim won't pry. He'll open his arms in case you want a warm safe place to rest. He might rub soft circles on your back if you don’t mind.

If you do want to talk about it, Tim offers a different perspective. Maybe you're plagued by a million "if only" and "what if" scenarios. Maybe you're stuck on things you did or didn't do.

"I screwed everything up. What if that was my once chance at happiness? I wish I could go back in time and do it differently."

Some people like to focus on the positives. "On the bright side, now you have more time for your hobby." Or, "at least you'll save money on expensive dates and gifts."

They might gravitate to the old cliches, "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all," and "there are plenty of fish in the sea." Unfortunately, none of that makes the pain any more bearable.

Instead, Tim focuses on the negatives. He recognizes that you're always going to find something to dwell on but you can use that to your advantage.

“You are the king/queen/champion of pessimism, Y/N. Even if you did exactly what you think you wish you had done, I have full confidence in your pessimistic powers that you would still find something to regret.”

Maybe something about that resonates with you. Maybe you've always struggled with indecisiveness because you're afraid to make the wrong choice. Maybe you've always felt like you're damned if you do and damned if you don't, so picking one seemed impossible. Now you realize if you're damned either way, then there's nothing to worry about.

“You did exactly what you needed to do at the time,” he assures you. "You are exactly where you need to be right now."

Even though you're understandably still sad, something in your heart tells you he's right. Being here with Tim is exactly where you're supposed to be.

Damian

Damian isn't particularly adept at providing physical or emotional comfort. It's not that he doesn't care, it's just that it’s hard for him to empathize. He sincerely wants to be helpful and tries his best but he can be unintentionally blunt and may come across as insensitive sometimes.

“Why do you want to be with someone who does not want to be with you?” he asks. Ouch. That stings. Did he have to phrase it like that?

“I don’t,” you answer, almost defensively.

“Then for what reason are you sad?”

“Because they don’t want me.”

“But you do not want them either,” he points out, not understanding the issue.

“Yeah, I know. It just hurts, okay?” you bite, irritation creeping into your voice.

"I am sorry you are upset but I am not sorry they broke up with you, Y/N."

You're stunned into silence. How could be he so cruel? To kick you when you were already down?

Then he continues. "You are genuine, thoughtful, generous, strong, and brilliant. You are a once in a lifetime soul. And them? They were nothing but a lowly simpleton who lacked the capacity to offer you the rich and meaningful life you deserve. They were foolish to let you go - likely too foolish to ever comprehend what they have lost - but I am relieved that you will not be condemned to an unfulfilling life with such a halfwit. They were merely an albatross around your neck, preventing you from achieving and experiencing far superior things in life."

That might have been the kindest thing he’s ever expressed to you or anyone else. Given how much pain you are going through, it’s probably hard to believe him right now, but you have to admit that he made you feel at least fractionally better.

“Come now, Y/N,” Damian says, tugging on your hand. “Let’s go play with Titus.”

The two of you are sitting on the couch with Titus in between. Titus is keen and quickly picks up on your emotions. He cuddles and nuzzles into your side as you gently stroke his fur. The warmth of his body grounds you and brings you some peace.

If you need a change of scenery, you and Damian take Titus for a walk. During your walk, you might come across something that reminds you of your ex. Maybe you see a cafe that you used to go to with that person. Your eyes linger on the storefront longingly and your whole body deflates at the reminder.

Damian notices your shift in body language. “What is the matter, Y/N?” Damian asks.

You sigh. “Nothing, I just - Never mind, it’s stupid.”

“I will be the judge of that,” he says, a little teasingly. “Tell me,” he demands.

You take a deep breath. “That was my favorite cafe. I introduced them to it and now it's their favorite place, too. I can't go there without thinking of them or worrying that I'll run into them."

"For once you are right. That is stupid."

"Thanks, Damian," you mutter sarcastically.

"Shall we?" He cocks his head at the cafe.

"Shall we what?" you ask in confusion.

"Go in."

You stare blankly at him. Did he not hear what you just said?

Damian explains, "you can introduce me to this cafe and then you can think of me whenever you come across it. Look, they even have a Puppuccino for Titus."

You give him a hesitant expression.

"Come," Damian encourages. He doesn't want your ex to have any bearing on your life anymore. He wants you to reclaim the things you enjoy. "Even Titus is excited to try it." Titus takes his cue and barks enthusiastically.

You take a deep breath and bravely follow them inside. You look around nervously as Damian peruses the menu hanging above the coffee bar. If Damian can sense that you are uneasy, he doesn't acknowledge it. He casually asks you what you recommend as if this coffee run was as mundane as any other coffee run. His calm demeanor eases your nerves and you start to feel more comfortable. You realize that it wasn't nearly as tough as your brain anticipated. Day by day you make new happy memories with Damian and Titus. Little by little the happy memories outshine the sad memories.

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can you do companions react to a jokingly flirty sole who immediately gets flustered and starts panicking once they flirt back?

This one requires me to think outside the box because not all companions are going to return flirts in reality

But I enjoy the challenge of figuring out how they manage it

I've been searching online for a few concepts because I don't have many pick-up lines. As long as I do silly things, I might as well get it straight

Cait : "Sure, I feel well covered with a fighter as amazing as you to have my back, but sometimes I'd like you to take my forwards."

"I can beat anything you throw at me, but nothing beats like my heart when you're around."

Sole drops down their firearm and sinks their feet into it. Cait can't stop laughing as she helps her friend in getting up. And she has helped them in recovering their guns. And she has helped them in regaining their mental abilities.

"Eh, stop torturing yourself; if you turn a deeper red, you'll be mistaken for a tato. You have to be able to accept victory when you start a fight."

With one last lovely smile, she leaves to allows them to recompose.

Codsworth (not romanced) : Sorry! I can easily fall for the synth detective, but I couldn't fathom falling for Codsworth... Perhaps the round balled body? I get that his voice and manner of speech can be something (it is Stephen Russell, after all), but I can't. And then remark something like, "Yes, but put him in a synth body." Sorry, but it's all too far out of canon because it's been said numerous times that putting a robot's intelligence in a synth is nearly impossible, too much lack. There are fantastic authors who write romanced Codsworth fanfiction; I even stroll through an NFSW, but with a grind and... No way, I'm not going to do it. Anyway, I believe that if Sole tells Codsworth a pick-up line, it will burn his circuit.

Curie : "If kissing spreads germs, why not start an epidemic?"

Curie looks up from her computer to Sole, who is distractedly inspecting the labelled bottles on the clinic shelf.

"I'm afraid I'd rather keep our germs between us. I understand the advantages of an open relationship, but if I could obtain your undivided attention that way, I'd prefer to have it exclusively."

The antibiotic bottle Sole was holding falls to the ground as they tuck their heads into their shoulders, taking on a fascinating crimson tint. Curie is enthralled by what's happening and gets up from her seat to go closer.

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed, Sole. That's adorable. You know I could bite you!"

In a playful gesture, she lifts one hand to her friend's face and gives them a gentle pinch on the cheek.

"These colors look great on you, giving you a healthy hue."

At the height of panic, Sole finds themselves unable to say anything and tries, in vain, to hide their head a little more in their shoulders. Curie rises to her feet and kisses them on the cheek.

"If you're interested, I'd be happy to take a closer look at your germs. But tonight. Right now, I have real sick people I need to take care of."

Her partner seizes the chance to flee the exam room, mumbling a few words on the way out that Curie misunderstands so badly that they stutter, but that essentially like a: "See you later."

Danse : "You're cuter than a puppy, and I want to take you home!"

"Oh! You know that without you, every function will be devoid of love."

To say that Sole did not expect such an answer would be an understatement of the most extreme sort. They appear to be preoccupied by a dust that appears to have sunk into the butt of their weapon as the red grabs their cheeks, forehead, and neck, and Danse is taken aback by their reaction.

"It's strange that as long as you're in a joke line, you can accept your flirtation, but now that I've answered it, you don't seem to know what to do with yourself."

The remark just makes matters worse, and it is at this point when panic grips Danse. He turns almost as crimson as Sole and realizes that his armor will undoubtedly require some attention.

Deacon : "Do you believe in love at first sight or do I pass by you again?"

"Do you really believe I've been looking away from you since the day you left your vault?"

Sole starts strutting and playing with the screwdriver in their hand, their eyes lowering to the ground and never rising again. Deacon smiles as the subtle red grabs their cheeks.

"What is that? Don't say you're surprised. A smooth talker like you never thought they'd can be talk back?"

"It isn't... It's... uh... it's... a... well..."

Deacon laughs and softly strokes Sole's cheek, who continues to blush violently.

"Wow, if you ever get tired of Death Bunnie, I have another Bunnie concept that I think you'll enjoy."

Dogmeat : No. (heard the voice of Valentine saying this No, like a categoric No.)

Elder Maxson : "If my heart were to fly, your soul would be my airport."

"However, I have a real airport; do you want to land?"

To say that Sole was surprised is a minimalism. The report they were holding falls to the ground, and the paper sheets scatter to the four corners of the room, but they do nothing to gather them up. They're frozen in place, crimson like one of those antique flags Maxson saw on one of his trips. He chews his lower lip to keep from laughing. He found out that it was not in Sole's nature to say something so... bold. Is this knight the victim of a pay loss?

"You don't say anything anymore?"

Maxson find that the gorgeous tint that has developed over their cheeks makes them look even more attractive.

"I…"

It's as though they awoke suddenly, realising what they had done. They rush to their knees, gathering up the papers meticulously. Maxson leans over to pick one up and offers it to Sole, his gaze fixed on them. Sole blushes even more and attempts to speak, but all that comes out is a long string of nonsensical stutters.

"If you keep this up, Knight, you won't be leaving my office anytime soon."

This time it was too much for Sole, who has tears in their eyes. Maxson isn't having any fun at the time and moves closer to them, extending out a hand to lift their chin up.

"I would like you to answer this question honestly: do you have feelings for me?"

They broke forth, peering into the Elder's eyes: "Yes!" Then they appear to retract inside a shell that weakens in the face of their superior. A gentle smile spreads across the man's lips.

"Don't be ashamed. Coming out like you just did takes a lot of guts. I know for a fact that my position is intimidating. But I'm pleased that you dared to do it, however awkwardly. Maybe we could talk about it more tonight, in my chambers, over a pleasant drink?"

Sole, for their part, couldn't help but smile, almost relieved. They promptly nodded and rushed to leave the deck.

Hancock : "Every time I see you, I get so tired... Why? Because I can't find my way out when I gaze into your eyes."

"It could be because I don't build walls around my heart to keep it open for you, sis/bro."

Fortunately, Sole is securely seated at the bottom of Hancock's couch, otherwise the mayor of Goodneighbor is certain that they would have slipped through the cracks in the floor the way he decomposes. He can't stop laughing.

"Too much Jet combined with too much whisky can make things say, huh?"

Sole nods rapidly, lips pinched, and cheeks on fire. The ghoul finds the appearance strongly attractive, so he rises from his own couch and comes to sit next his partner.

"But tell me, was there any truth in all of this?"

Sole nods their head in agreement again, and then they quickly drop her in shame.

"Eh, a ghoul might be flattered to have caught the interest of someone like you. There is no shame here. It's all been shared!"

He holds his friend's hands in his own and encourages them to look him in the eyes.

"I will gladly guide you in finding your way if that path leads you to my side."

Sole finally appears to recompose, and a smile cracks their lips.

Gage : "You have repainted my life in colors I had never seen before!"

"Stop using drugs, and you'll realise I love you even more than before."

Sole comes to a halt in the middle of the track, panicked, then fiddles with the button of their pip-boy as if they didn't hear anything. But Porter is no fool; he knows exactly what his boss heard. The scarlet that has gripped their cheeks is, in any case, a screaming witness. He approaches them by smiling like a predator.

"So you're feeling funny this morning?"

"I can't deny that your presence in my life has made it more vibrant."

"Quit choice of words. Am I now a part of your life?"

"Well, you...are my lieutenant, and... hm... we get along pretty well..."

Nose glued to the screen, Sole still won't look up. In fact, they appear to sink their heads deeper into their shoulders, acting as if the information in front of them is too vital to ignore, but Porter believes they don't read anything at all and simply try to escape his stare. He softly grabs their chin in his palms and lifts their face to meet his.

"Is there anything else you'd like to tell me, boss?"

The raider never expected to feel so irreverent, a voice within him yells out that he has broken the rules, and he could blush and stutter about it. But it is stronger than him: Sole's embarrassment triggers his most primal impulses.

MacCready : "If I followed you home, would you keep me?"

"It's going to be a wild ride, but I'll be glad to have you along. We can even ride in a different drive."

MacCready winks at Sole, but for the first time, the latter appears embarrassed. All of this is amusing: the crimson covers their entire face, they try to stutter something, and in front of their failure, they droop their heads in shame, finding the button on their sleeve more interesting than the desert around them. MacCready's heart is filled with adoration. He comes to a halt and returns to his partner.

"What exactly are these manners? Hello, I'm Mac! Not the republic's president."

It doesn't appear to bring any comfort to the other, who still refuses to look him in the eyes.

"Were you kidding or were you serious? Because I’m not kidding at all. Not on that. I've stopped telling myself stories since then, you know. But I didn't dare to say too much since I know you're in mourning, and here I am, still in mourning for Lucy, but here. If you believe we could, you know, see if we can work together to move on."

Sole raises their eyes to meet his, trying to hide their shame at being caught at their game.

"I'd like to."

"That's all there is to it! Even more adorable. How can a man resist to such a face?"

He smiles sweetly and bends slightly, but he doesn't come all the way, leaving Sole with the option of digging deeper or retracting. Sole grows closer him by closing their eyes after what appears to be an excessive amount of heartbeat. The kiss is almost chaste, but Mac finds it even more delicious. He can't wait to get this journey over with.

Nick Valentine : "Do you consist of beryllium, gold, and titanium? You must be because you are BeAuTi-ful."

Nick is in fits of laughter. He'd never heard this one before, which isn't saying much. He knew Sole had a nerd side, but it's beyond imagination at this point. However, it is also quite touching. He smiles as he moves his chair towards his partner.

"The gold is you, because you are so precious to me."

Sole abruptly returns to their office without saying anything. Nick notices from behind that their ears have turned red, which amuses him even more. He stands up and turns his companion's chair towards him, noticing that their entire face has turned a crimson color.

"Flirty, but that's all there is to it?"

Sole raises an uneasy gaze at their companion, attempting to stutter an explanation, but the words remain lodged in their throat, turning them redder. Nick's lips grin slightly, and he kneels in front of the other to look them in the eyes.

"I feel flattered that this old cane can inspire such a statement, but now I understand that it was just a joke, isn't it?" he asks gently and reassuringly. To his amazement, Sole closes their eyes and shakes their head vigorously, appearing to have reached a new degree of crimson.

"You're not going to tell me you have strong feelings for me, are you?"

This time, Sole appears absolutely desperate, but after a good inspiration, they decide to declare: "I love you."

"Oh."

In his chest, the detective feels his metal core melt. He doesn't want to prolong the agony any longer, so he gently takes Sole's chin in his good hand.

"So do I."

Piper : "I'm no photographer, but I think I can picture us together." Sole says in a lighthearted tone, picking up an old camera off the Boston Buggle's floor.

"I can see us together so much that it's a vivid picture in my head at night when I fall asleep," the reporter replied.

Sole comes to a complete stop, unwilling to look Piper in the eyes. They become a bright red and even miss escaping the device, which bounces once or twice out of their hands before they can tighten their grip.

"Eh uh, ah... uh... you... you've seen? It's in pretty fantastic condition."

"Come on, Blue, don't tell me you didn't think I'd be interested after all this teasing and remarks?"

"A-a-are you interested? Will you b-b-by me?"

Piper approaches Sole, who steps back almost instinctively until they feel the room's wall in their back.

"No, by the reporter sitting there," Piper quips as she points to a skeleton. "Of course, you. Who wouldn't be drawn to you?"

"M-m-maybe it'd be better... it'd be better just..."

As Piper approaches Sole, she notices how panic grips them. It's almost amusing how they gaze around wildly, as if seeking for a loophole.

"You're not interested in me?" Piper mocks them with a pitiful false pout.

It's her partner's death. They appear to be in extreme agony this time, ultimately looking up at her and appearing to want to die.

"Of course, I'm drawn by you! I simply did not think... I couldn't think of a woman like you..."

"Then you should stop thinking."

Piper presses her palms against the wall on either side of Sole's head, getting even closer, up to a few centimeters from their lips. She would never kiss them without their consent, but Sole understands her intentions now, and the ball is in their court.

Preston : "Your name must be Nuka-Cola, because you're so-da-licious."

"My name is Preston; you know it, but you might not know that I can lose it when I see you."

Preston was having a great time until he realised how uncomfortable Sole is now. They're as red as a tato, attempting to stammer something but failing, and they don't seem to know where to go.

"Hey, easy! No man died. That was sweet of you, but if you think we're going too far, please accept my apologies."

Sole shakes their head and closes their eyes.

"No! I love you!"

The Minuteman shakes his head, noticing that his General is more uneasy than ever. There was no doubt that if anything might disrupt the scene, Sole would leap to his feet. Instead, they appear to be at the pinnacle of torment, wondering how they dared to speak.

"It's not a part of you that you've conditioned me to see, be embarrassed. I… but I’m flattered. As much as I've been slightly unhelpful, I have deep feelings for you, General, and if that's what you're feeling, I'd be the happiest man on earth to be able to move forward with this."

Sole bow their heads once more, still afraid to look the Minutemen in the eyes, but Preston does not want to stop there; now that the area has been taken, he intends to plant his flag over. As a result, he approaches cautiously, trying not to intrude on Sole's space while making his intentions plain. When Sole finally glances up at their Colonel, all they see is a man who is as head over heels in love as they are. Then they go closer, and they exchange a lovely kiss that could go down in history as one of the most beautiful of their century.

Strong (not romanced) : Did he basically have the ability to reply? I picture something along the lines of: "Puny human too drunk. Shame. Puny human must sleep, then seek milk of human kindness with Strong." Sorry, but it's out of reach for my limited imagination.

X6-88 : "We must be subatomic particles because I feel a strong force between us."

"The truth is, and I'm delighted with your statement. I find you appealing as well."

Sole's eyes widened to the point where X6 couldn't deny it was... amusing. He has travelled with Sole since a long time, and it's been months since the Institute was defeated, and he's learnt a whole new way to live, even if he stays X6 somehow. But if he has gained any assurance, it is that he has the right to live and live entirely, and he will not pass up an opportunity to continue forward with the person he admires the most in the world if they open a door. Is that, however, what Sole meant? As the thinking proceeds and he notices that Sole is turning red and uncomfortable, he begins to doubt himself.

"Have I gone too far in our relationship with this statement? I thought you were making advances, but I could have misconstrued your intentions."

"It's not... it's... I... you know hm..."

"No, I don’t know. Maybe I should go see Nick for a second view, because you don't appear to be any more certain than I am about what just happened."

"No!" Sole is well aware that when they are unable to provide sufficient information to X6, the Courser has developed the habit of consulting Nick. The last thing they needs is a snarky detective interfering. For months, they would be teased.

"No. The reality is, I must accept that... well, you are..."

Again, Sole appears to be at a loss for what to say or do with their ten fingers, which no longer amuses X6. He's looking for answers, and he wants them now. What has Deacon already stated about a case like this? When in doubt, proceed?

"Ma'am/Sir, may I?"

The Courser delicately strokes his boss's jaw lines with his palms, so lightly that it's difficult to tell if Sole feels it, but they do. They feel their heartbeat faster than ever in their chest, and they feel a surge of desire in them. They slowly close their eyes as they enjoy X6's kiss.

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scary-lasagna · 3 months

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Idk if you accept these types of request but honestly write whatever you want! (That's the request sorry if that's confusing)

Fem!reader, it's important to the story I promise

tw: hidden dark metaphors, fem reader, reader is a little coo-coo but in a bad way

The Dog House

You've noticed your significant other has been in his sassy era for a while now. Just small things, like putting in less effort and getting pissy whenever you mentioned you wanted a little something more than what he was serving.

You had to beg for flowers, and still didn't receive them. And yet, you always caught yourself picking something up for him on your way home from work, or remembering to leave out certain ingredients because he didn't like them.

And yet, deep down, you knew you were doing too much, no matter how appreciative he was, you were never met with the same energy.

And, damn, it's really starting to get to you.

Out of the pick of the litter, you chose Helen. He was sweet in the first months, before revealing who he was outside of the honeymoon phase of adoration and worship and constantly gifting you his paintings.

He came home from his day job, ate dinner, and then retreated to his studio for the next three hours, leaving you alone to watch a movie you promised to watch together, or pretend to have fun with your friends you barely knew with one headphone out in the hope of being called to the studio.

It was all in vain. You went to bed alone most nights, listening to him happily hum on the other side of the bedroom wall. How could he be so happy without you, when you lay crying beside an empty spot on the bed.

One can only stand for so much neglect before biting to get attention. He never noticed the energy match. Didn't care enough. And on a quiet night at dinner, you stared at his freckled face, hair messy with dried paint still clinging his tips together.

You looked past the face, past the nice, oblivious demeanor, and realized that he was truly just a stranger living in your home. He didn't even know it was your birthday tomorrow.

You looked down at your plate in gloom, and shoved it away as you stood, retreating to your own room.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine." And how ignorant could someone be to think you were telling the truth. Knowing Helen, he would shrug to himself, and then continue eating and click on another unboxing video on his phone.

You paced back and forth that night, wondering if you could even salvage the situation; if it was even worth salvaging. After wiping tears, you entered his locked studio, knowing he didn't bother to jiggle the door after closing it since the lock had been broken for so long.

No wonder he'd been acting so distant.

Grotestquely accurate sculptures stood around his studio, down to freckles, to the scars, and cellulite on her thighs. The large silver canvas that hung on the worn-down dresser he used as a paint palette was the ugliest of all. Those images haunted you in the following weeks, and you forgot to sleep at night.

You had to kill her, or else he'd never stop.

#fem reader #fem!reader #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #helen otis x reader #bloody painter #bloody painter x reader #helen otis #the metaphor is that helen actually loves her but she's too obsessed with thinking that he hates her to realize it #moral of the story is that you need to communicate with your partner or else they wont know anything is wrong

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I've seen you mention a few times that William will be a failure as king.

Do you think it's mainly because of his ego? I've been watching him for a while. I adore Catherine for various reasons but never really cared that much for him as he seems arrogant and egotistical. Similar to his brother in many ways, but willing to stand by the Crown.

I'm not wholly impressed by earthshot for various reasons, and I'm definitely not impressed with his new pledge to end homelessness. Jumping the gun, making promises that in my opinion, are impossible to keep. Is this saviour mentality why he will unsuccessful?

I'm firmly in the " do the job you have (bread and butter engagements) don't try to be King of the World and make "meaningful impact" - these words smack of egotism to me. Did we ever see the late Queen using words like that? Absolutely not. Just quietly doing her duty and making uniting the country she loved.

Thanks for your thoughts.

(this ask is from 27 June 2023)

I think it'll end up being for a variety of reasons.

First, let's consider this quote about Diana from Kitty Kelley's 1997 book, The Royals, page 457:

Diana publicly reinforced her image as the mother of a future King by talking to Richard Kay about her firstborn son. She bragged that at thirteen he was "taller than his father…and so very different." She belittled Charles by building up William: the son is "decisive"; the son has "sense and sensibility"; the son takes "people for what they are, not who they are." The son is handsome, "not burdened" with stick-out ears. "Tell him he's good looking," wrote Richard Kay after visiting with Diana, "and Wills says he can't be because that would make him vain."

Again, that quote is from 1997. The "positive" image that so many Will & Kate Cultists and Charles-hating Diana stans have is straight from Diana's pr games thirty years ago. Most of the perception of William going to be a "great" king comes straight from the drivel Diana connived to get published in the UK tabs in her hate campaign against Charles.

Yes, William certainly is arrogant and egotistical. Notice how he never bows to The King in public, except during the actual coronation ceremony last year. You see Kate curtseying to The King and Queen in public, but not William. He is petulant, just like his brother. (And sorry Wales stans but keep showing your lack of age when you don't realize that Charles bowed to his parents in public all the time until the last seven to ten years, when he started being treated as a pseudo king because he had been heir-to-the-throne for so damn long.)

Consider now that William has completed more than a year of time as the heir to the throne. Yet, in 2023, he could barely best The Duke of Gloucester in engagement numbers. The Duke of Gloucester is older than King Charles and currently 32nd in the line of succession.

William is hardly more prepared now for being the monarch than he was a year ago. (He has less than eight years to become prepared.) It is plainly obvious to me--and probably a few other people--that he is straight-up avoiding increasing his workload. He is not going to be prepared to be monarch. He has not done enough diplomatic tours. He has not done enough engagements for causes that are not "close" to his heart.

Basically, when it gets down to it, he is setting himself up for failure because he refuses to prepare for the job. When he suddenly becomes king sooner than he would like, he won't be prepared. With his stubborn nature, he's unlikely to seek guidance from anyone within the royal family because he believes himself to be their superior in all things. He inherited his mother's ego and her ability to create her own misfortunes. Serious misfortunes.

#ask #William The Terrible #prince william #William The Prince of Wales #princess diana #Prince & Princess OWN GOALS #The Will & Kate Cult #charles haters #british royal family #Workshy Will #William The Prince of OWN GOALS #William The Weak #quotes #books #Wales Wailers #crazy cambridge stans #Wales fans are CHUMPS #Richard Kay

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vrmxlho · 1 year

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bruh i posted my fucking hcs while i was in middle of writing them 😕 anyway here it is copied and pasted:

omg aiku is so fucking ajfsdkhjbf every time i see him i go feral,,,, ALSO YES MORE PEOPLE NEED TO READ GOKURAKUGAI THE ART IS BEAUTIFUL +++ i'm pretty sure this is gonna be ooc because i'm really just making shit up so i apologise in advance lmaoo +++ also im sorry its so short i have no idea what to write 😭

cw: swearing + not proofread because who wants to relive this nightmare??? + probably really ooc but this is my blog so i will do as i please honestly 😒 + suggestive but nothing sexual

LEONARDO LUNA レオナルド・ルナ

his love language is either physical touch or giving gifts

he absolutely adores holding you and he always physically on you, either an arm over your shoulder or a hand on your knee, sometimes he even makes you put your legs on his simply because he likes it that way

but at the same time he is 100% the most infuriating person alive and he prides himself in being annoying

at least he's funny ig

he's constantly teasing you, flirting with you excessively

if he hadn't already told everyone in his life that you were his s/o people would've still been able to guess as much

he's like an annoying puppy who always follows you around asking you to play

he's also incredibly petty, like if you ignore him by mistake or leave him on read because the conversation had ended he's purposefully going to do the same to you

even if the subject of the conversation is actually quite important

nothing can get in the way of his pettiness

"leo, can you please fucking answer me???" he only looked at you briefly before continuing with his stupid hair. it had only been like this for about five minutes but you honestly felt like it had been a century. he was being so fucking annoying. "leonardo luna i swear to god, if you don't fucking answer me this instant i'm going to bash your head in." "i'd still be really attractive though, so i don't really-" "will you please stay on topic for once in your life?" "annoying isn't it?" "THE CONVERSATION HAD ENDED YOU SAID 'OK' AND THAT WAS THE END WHAT ELSE WAS THERE TO ADD????" "you can always add an 'i love you'." "boy. be fucking for real."

forgot to mention that he's also rlly vain

by that i mean he pretends to be vain

he pretend to care about his looks more than he actually does because he thinks its funny

it is sometimes

i am a firm believer that he was one of those kids that was fascinated by the ocean and just any type of water body

he wanted to pursue geography and maybe be a marine biologist before he became a football pro

that's why is his ideal date is renting a boat and going to sea caves to scuba dive in

he insisted on the two of you taking scuba diving lessons together because he wanted to swim with sharks and sea turtles

i feel like he was a summer baby, specifically a leo

because my irl best friend is a leo leonardo

he's also the type to collect shells and make shell necklaces for you

once tried convincing you to change your name to sally and start a seashell business because he thought it would be really funny???

concerning

he's naturally funny but at times he says the dumbest things unironically

his favourite way to destress is to have long bubble baths with you while you both chatter about your day

not necessarily in a sexual way

he just enjoys being physically close to you while also being surrounded by water

leonardo luna was exhausted. you could tell as soon as he entered the house. his usually bright and blindingly positive aura had dulled. his eyes looked distant and he walked with a sway. fatigue made his limbs heavy and he hummed softly before he collapsed on the sofa. "are you okay? leo?" he had already begun snoring slightly when you finally reached him. you chuckled a bit. you wouldn't mind leaving him like this. he looked so cute. his silky hair falling gently on his nose and his cheeks a bit red from the slight chill in the air. but he smelled. reeked of sweat. he must've been too tired to even shower after practice. you weren't about to let him sleep in his sweat, it was simply gross. so first, you tried pulling him off. but not only was he a massive man who weighed a lot more than the usual groceries you carried. he was also resisting making it even harder for you make him budge. so you kissed his forehead, hoping it would wake him up. nothing. this time you pinched him. which worked, because now he was stirring. he opened his eyes which burned with anger and frowned at you. "come have a shower with me." suddenly his eyes were wide and bright again. he basically jumped off the sofa and carried you to the bathroom. he was tired but he didn't mind the extra exhaustion that would come from carrying another human being, since it was you. as soon as you got to the bathroom he basically ripped your clothes off and you were in the shower giving him a massage. then washing his hair and running your hand over his back soothingly. he didn't look tired anymore, it seemed like your presence had woken him up. or perhaps he just didn't want to miss out on your touch. "how was practise?" "couldn't stop thinking about you."

his kisses are always hot and passionate

loves holding your face when he kisses you

as if its the last time he will

he loves how his hands are big enough to hold your entire cheek

your first kiss wasn't awkward at all except for the fact that it was in front of the paparazzi because he loves PDA

unless you genuinely hate it he's always holding your hand in front of the cameras, kissing you, full on making out and everything

is a failure in the kitchen but is surprisingly good at following instructions

you'll never have to cut an onion when he's around!!

real men cry 👍

OLIVER AIKU 愛空

you've made it

you are now dating the hottest man on earth, the biggest playboy in the world has settled down

cuz you're just as hot

but that's exactly what makes him so possessive and jealous

it's not that he doesn't trust you he's just a little insecure, why else do you think he always broke up with his previous flings?

he's scared that if you got to see him for who he really was (as if you haven't already ☠️)

however, whenever he sees you talking to someone he doesn't particularly like he'll come up beside you and pull you close to him by the waist

and if you look uncomfortable he'll literally take you to another setting so you feel better

his love language is words of affirmation!!

he loves hearing how much you love him and how much you wanna spend time with him and how you'd kill for him

but at the same time he absolutely loves teasing you and making you get all flustered

oliver had been feeling down. he didn't really know why. it was 3am and he had this deep pit of despair in his stomach. you looked so peaceful on the bed, sleeping softly and scrunching the blanket up a bit. "how can someone so perfect want to be with me?" "if you're going to be so depressing i might actually break up with you..." you had turned around to stare at him with your tired barely open eyes. you weren't a light sleeper per se but your deep connection to aiku meant that you could feel something was off even if you couldn't see if with your own eyes. "sorry, did i wake you?" he moved back into bed. pulling the sheets over you a bit. "you know i love you right? and i wouldn't even dream about leaving your or whatever you were worrying about." "but-" "no, shut the fuck up. it's late," you pulled his arms around your body and placed yourself right onto his chest, " and i'm cold, so do your job. warm up the bed."

bought you an emerald promise ring after the first date because he instantly fell in love with you and he's suddenly discovered that he was actually a big romantic

(emerald to represent his left eye, left being the side the body your heart is in)

as a playboy, the first date was all a ploy to impress you but also give the impression that he wasn't available so breaking things off or ghosting you wouldn't be a hassle

he took you to a fancy restaurant

for once he wasn't two timing you

anyway after all this he took you to the beach to go on a walk where he asked you if you wanted to go skinny dipping

it was his first challenge, if yes, it would be fun, if no, then he had a reason to break things off with you

but the look of indifference you gave him made him crave more

he could already feel his cheeks heating up and from that day onwards he couldn't stop thinking about you like at all

after you got into an actual relationship you both avoid going back to that restaurant because of just how dull that night was

now your dates consist of going to the arcade, doing some karaoke and then maybe watching a movie while living off of buttery popcorn

he honestly has such a beautiful singing voice

would definitely be an idol if he weren't a footballer

he's a huge ABBA fan i can feel it in my soul

his ideal date is having a picnic by the beach and then playing beach volley until you both decide it's too hot and go for a swim

honestly any summer activity would be his ideal date

oliver aiku was probably breaking countless laws right now. it was the end of summer, the nights were short but warm with the skies clear, starry and gorgeous. aiku wanted to celebrate by firing his homemade fireworks he had spent about 2 months making. and you were certain that this was illegal. but he didn't care. "oli- i don't think this is safe..." "don't worry about it, i'm here to protect you." you could almost hear the smirk he was wearing. "you're no lawyer, i won't be breaking the law with you." "oh you're no fun." he looked at you with fake disappointment. frankly, if you weren't in a good mood you would've just left him to his frolicsomeness but you were also sort of intrigued. you really wanted to see what two months of firework building could get you. "make sure we don't get caught." "i'm no amateur love."

likes pulling your hair when kissing

and he's not one to give one quick kiss and run, they need to be deep every single time

pecks on the lips are meaningless in his eyes

he's also one to engage in PDA

he absolutely loves kissing in front of people he dislikes

to sort of one-up them

kisses you all the fucking time for absolutely no reason

you'd think the novelty would have worn off after being kissed so much but it really doesn't

somehow he keeps getting better at kissing

is he practicing behind your back????? (no, i'm jking)

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Forbidden (part 3)

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen can't hide his feelings and in an attempt to force them hidden he ends up getting into an argument with you. You wonder if your love for him isn't in vain.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: A bit of angst, basically two idiots in love without knowing what to do with all that sentiment. Mentions of being drugged. Small argument.

A/N: It took me sometime to finally finish this chapter, but I think the wait will be worth it. I really hope you guys enjoy it ;)

Stephen explained what happened to you to Pottz in the best way possible. She said she would call the police and contact the night club security. That man needed to be arrested, Stephen knew well that that kind of person never made just one victim and he was sure they would find more accusations against him.

"Is she okay? Why didn't you bring her home?" Pottz asked worriedly.

"She was too weak and I needed to treat her, I thought my care would be more effective and would be better than taking her to a hospital and risking exposing her to a media scandal.

"Oh my god, you're right" Pottz sighed heavily "I just wish Tony was here. Now there's this thing with Happy. I don’t know where he is..."

"If I may make a suggestion..."

"Of course"

"Ask Romanoff to help you find Happy and contact Stark as soon as possible"

Pottz agreed "I will. Than you, Strange. I'm relieved to know she's in good hands."

Stephen hung up the phone sighing heavily. Was she? In good hands?

…

You woke up in the morning to a knock on the door and when you said they could come in America came in with a worried expression. "Are you all right? Stephen told me what happened."

You shook your head sitting on the bed putting your hand on your head and pointing to her hands "Is that for me?" She nodded handing over the pill and a glass of water she was holding "Stephen said you would need it."

You took the pill eagerly. The headache had increased and although you didn't feel drunk now, you felt like you had a horrible hangover.

America sat at the foot of the bed "I'm so sorry this happened, but I'm glad you're okay."

You smiled opening your arms and she gave you an open smile and crawled closer and hugged you.

"Oh I almost forgot, Stephen asked me to let you know that Happy is fine. I don't know exactly what happened, but Stephen will explain when he gets back."

"He is not home?" You tried to hide it, but your discontent was noticeable.

"He and Wong went to Kamar Taj, but today is Saturday, so if everything is in order they should be back soon."

You nodded running your hands through your hair "I need shower and clean clothes. Can you take me home?" America blinked surprised "Do you trust me enough for this?"

You nodded confidently "Girl, you travel through the multiverse, I imagine that opening a portal to my room is no big deal."

She got up happy "I'll get my slingy"

You watched running and disappearing from the room and heard the sound of your cell phone vibrating. There were numerous messages from your friends and more from MJ.

You replied to Mike that everything was fine and ignored all further questions. From MJ on the other hand it was harder to hide the facts. As soon as she realized you were online she video called you. "I don't know what exactly happened last night, but you need to know that videos of Doctor Strange carrying you through a portal are all over the internet"

You sighed "He basically saved me from a crazy maniac who drugged me. "

MJ shook her head and then yelled at Peter that she was talking to you and that he should wait. She turned her attention back to you "You need to prepare for all the backlash from the tabloids, they adore you and now that they've gotten compromising footage of you with..."

You shushed her when America ran back into the room. MJ frowned "Wait a minute, are you in the Sanctum?" You nodded "I slept here"

America sat beside you waiting anxiously for the moment when she could finally show you her magic.

MJ made a face "I won't say anything about that." She went back to yelling at Peter and then back to talking to you "Peter asked if you would like to go out for a drink so we can talk. It's our last weekend before we go back to Boston so... And I probably should ask if you are okay. But you are okay, right. You look okay."

You nodded vehemently "I’m fine. Ah… Of course. I'm going to help America with her homework and then I call you back, okay?"

"Okay, talk to you later."

After a few failed attempts, America opened a portal in your room and you took the opportunity to take a shower and put on some more comfortable clothes. You were heading back to the Sanctum when Pepper knocked on the door.

"Thought I heard you. Oh, hi America."

America smiled shyly "Hi Pepper"

Pepper came in and closed the door behind her and stared at you for a long second then pulled you into a tight hug "I was so worried about what happened yesterday. When Stephen told me..."

"I'm fine Pep, I'm sorry I scared you."

She nodded, still examining you, her hand on your face "Tony will be here tomorrow, we’ll find out who that bastard is and if possible we'll keep him locked up."

"That's a relief" You said. "What happened to Happy? He was with me and then he disappeared, if Stephen hadn't been there I don't know what would have happened."

Pepper nodded "Natasha asked his help for a mission, it was something simple that wouldn't take more than an hour, he said he had checked the place and everything was clean. He thought you would be safe. You have no idea how guilty he is feeling right now."

You shook your head "It's fine. Truth be told, I tried to get rid of him all night"

Pepper gave a small chuckle and then frowns "I didn't understand what Strange was doing there, he doesn't seem like the type of person who enjoys these places"

It was America who quickly replied "Stephen loves music, I suggested to him to go out for a bit. He has a lot of work and hardly ever leaves the house"

Pepper nodded "You've been a blessing in his life, America. Well, I'll leave you two alone. Call me if you need something, okay?"

You nodded. America stared at you in silence, biting her lip as if weighing whether or not to say what she wanted to say.

"What" You asked

"Nothing, it's nothing. Let's go? If Wong comes back and I'm not doing my homework he'll kill me."

…

Stephen finished the morning's training with the students with surprising difficulty. His mind kept wandering to the conversation he had with you. Now that the scare and adrenaline had worn off, he worried that he might have overdone it.

If anything was certain about the nightclub episode, it was that Stark would want answers and Stephen wasn't quite sure how to explain why he was there in the first place. And he also knew that that would make Stark spread his wings over you even more.

He found himself thinking about what he said. Saying he liked you was an understatement and yet he knew he shouldn't have said it. Stephen felt pathetically under your spell, and it was only his very firm conscience that kept him from kissing you last night. Fuck, what was he thinking?

"Strange, are you listening?" Wong's voice brought him out of his reverie and he realized he was standing alone in the middle of the courtyard.

"Yes, I am sorry."

Wong stared at him for a second and then smirked "We're done here. I'm heading back to the Sanctum, are you coming?"

Stephen pondered whether it wouldn't be better to stay until he was sure you were gone, but deep down he wanted to see you, and moreover, he needed to know if you were okay. He nodded to Wong who opened a portal and both went through it.

…

"So what Rousseau was saying was basically that the Tarzan movie is correct?" America asked making you laugh at the way she simplified your nearly twenty minute explanation of Jean Jacques Rousseau’s theory.

"Well, yes, but you can't quote Walt Disney on your assignment, so I need to make sure you understand the concept of Rousseau’s' theory."

America made a face "Can you explain one more time?"

You nodded hearing the familiar sound of a portal opening and tried to hide the way your heart was pounding in your chest.

"Well, Rousseau’s' theory says that every man is originally good, but when he comes into contact with society he is corrupted. This happens because, according to him, man and citizen are paradoxical conditions in human nature, as it is the reflection of inconsistencies that are established in the relationship of the human being with the social group, which inevitably corrupts him..."

You stopped when you realized that Stephen was standing leaning against the counter in the dining room watching you.

"Please, continue" He asked with a smirk on his lips, but he continued standing there watching you two.

You struggled to maintain your train of thought as you continued to explain Rousseau’s theory to America, but your cheeks were pink and there was a slight tremor in your voice and somehow you knew he was enjoying watching your reaction to him.

"But is there a way for man to be good again?" America asked after a few seconds of typing on her laptop. Those seconds that you and Stephen spent exchanging looks that you didn't quite know what meant.

"Rousseau believes that there is a path that can bring the individual back to his former goodness. He believes that the lack of equality in the human personality is something that integrates his nature; social inequality must be eliminated, as it deprives man of the exercise of freedom, replacing this practice with devotion to outward appearances and etiquette."

America nodded and went back to typing. Wong walked into the room with his hands behind his back and stood behind America watching what she wrote and then walked away with a satisfied hum "I'm glad to hear you're okay Miss y/l/n. Strange told me about your incident "

You nodded "Thank you, Wong."

"How are you feeling? Physically, I mean?" Stephen asked and you thought for a moment. Your heart was racing, your mouth was dry, you felt dizzy like you were falling and you could barely breathe, but those were just the reactions his presence caused in you and you knew that wasn't what he was asking "I'm fine. Earlier I had a headache, but now I'm feeling perfectly normal"

He nodded in relief "That's good. I spoke with Romanoff and she explained to me why Happy wasn't there..."

"I spoke to Pepper earlier, she told me everything."

He shook his head seeming to weigh his next words "I hope you'll be more careful the next time you decide to accept booze in places like these"

There it was again, the accusatory tone that seemed to blame you for what happened. "Like I said yesterday, I'm always careful."

America pushed the laptop for you to read what she had typed and you made a herculean effort to pay attention "That's great, you understood very well"

"I think maybe this kind of environment is not suitable for someone like you" Stephen continued.

"Someone like me? What does that mean?" There was a certain irritated tone to your question and both Wong and America seemed to notice.

Stephen sighed impatiently "I know how much you want to live like you're like everyone else, but the truth is, you're not. You live in the Avengers Tower, your godfather is Iron Man, you have a target on your back."

You sighed "I chose not to live in fear"

"You don't need to live in fear, but you need to recognize the dangers and better analyze the environment in which you are inserted, not to mention that..."

He stopped when you stared angrily at him "What? Say it."

"You can't be as naive as you were last night. If I hadn't been there nobody knows what could have happened and… this makes me sick"

You fell silent knowing full well that if you opened your mouth you would regret it. You knew he was saying those things because he cared about you, the thing is, you couldn't shake the feeling that he treated you the same way he treated America which was extremely annoying and disheartening.

"Y/n, I'm talking to you" He said with an authoritative tone that made you snap. "Fuck you, Stephen, you're not my dad"

"Why? Do you need one?"

You stared at him in disbelief that he had actually said that. America stared at the two of you and Wong kept his posture unwavering, but his eyes were watchful and you knew he noticed more than he let on.

Stephen sighed, running a hand over his face "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry."

You nodded "Yeah you really shouldn't."

He rested a hand on his hip "What I'm trying to say is that I care about you..." America stared at him with a raised eyebrow and he hurried to correct himself "...as your friend I mean. I care about you as your friend."

You slammed your hand on the table getting up "I don't want you to be my friend, Stephen. I never wanted that!" You yelled turning your back on him and leaving the room.

Stephen sighed heavily watching you leave. He wanted to go after you, but he was relieved when America was faster than him and followed you. Wong shot him an accusatory look.

"What?"

"Ah Stark will love this" That's all Wong said leaving the room and leaving him alone with his own thoughts.

You wanted to punch Stephen's perfect face with all your might, but all you could do was pace back and forth in the foyer trying to calm down.

"Hey, you're okay?" America approached looking at you shyly.

You shook your head negatively "I don't know how you can stand him."

America chuckled nervously "He's all I have." You shook your had feeling bad for talking about him that way to her. You tried to fight back the tears in your eyes. "I am sorry, America. Can you portal me back home?"

She looked disappointed that you were leaving so soon. "Of course."

Once you were in your room you threw yourself on the bed in tears. Your chest hurt and the realization that you were crying for Stephen made you feel so pathetic.

...

"Looking forward to going back to college?" You asked MJ and Peter. You were sitting at a table outside a small restaurant in town.

Peter scowled but it was MJ who replied "We are. Peter had a talk with Stark and it was agreed that he will pay more attention to his classes."

Peter agreed.

"That's great. I'm just sad that you guys are leaving. You'll be sorely missed."

MJ seemed to notice that you were down "Well, we’ll talk every day and besides, I imagine America has more homework and you can go help her"

She blinked shamelessly at you. You exhaled heavily "If she wants my help she'll have to go to my place, because I'm not stepping foot in that mausoleum anytime soon."

"Mausoleum?" Peter asked blankly.

"She's talking about the Sanctum Sanctorum"

"Oh and what's the problem? I thought you liked Doctor Strange"

You sipped your drink and fell silent. "Did something happen?" MJ asked.

"That's the problem. I thought it had happened, but it didn't. I probably got it all wrong, maybe my feelings got ahead and I ended up interpreting what he said in a different way..."

"What exactly happened?"

"Last night he told me he liked me" You shrugged "That's the word he used, but the way he said it..." You sighed heavily "Anyway, today he kind of scolded me for what happened at the nightclub and I ended up yelling at him."

"Sorry, I'm kind of lost here. Are you really talking about Strange? Like y/n, you like Strange?" Peter's confusion was almost disrespectful. How could he not know yet? That was all you talk about.

"10 points to Gryffindor for your brilliant deduction" MJ teased and then addressed you "Why exactly did you two fight?"

"He said he cared about me as a friend and I felt like an idiot. He didn't fight me, I was the one who yelled at him in front of Wong and America. Now they must think I'm crazy."

"Or maybe they noticed what you haven't been able to hide."

You finished your drink and called the waiter to order another, but MJ scolded you "You better eat something or you're going to be sick"

You dismissed the waiter irritated. Apparently everyone was determined to treat you like a child today.

"What do you intend to do?" MJ asked.

You shrugged "Nothing. There's nothing I can do. My classes are next weak and I need to focus on passing my finals. I can't waste time with this fruitless dilemma."

MJ shook his head like she didn't believe a word you were saying.

"Why don't you talk to him?" Peter asked "I mean, no mincing words, just tell him how you feel and if it's not reciprocated you can finally forget about it and move on"

MJ stared at Peter as if surprised that was giving a good advice.

"I don't know if I can. Besides, Stephen isn't an idiot, he knows"

"You're right, he's not an idiot." MJ said "You're Tony Stark's goddaughter, he probably doesn't want to pick a fight with the almighty Iron Man and the rest of the Avengers.”

You went silent contemplating the idea and soon the waiter brought your food.

...

It was past 11pm and Stephen hadn't even gone up to his room because he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. Even the magic books that always managed to distract him were insufficient to get thoughts of you out of his head.

Annoyed with himself, he closed the books pushing them on the table and rested his head in his hands, it was only then that he heard footsteps in the dark corridor.

"Should be sleeping, kid"

America approached pulling the chair in front of his desk "You too"

He nodded "Did you lose sleep?"

She nodded "And you?"

He shook his head "Didn't even try"

She nodded and stared at him in silence.

"Say it" He said

She shrugged "It's nothing"

He crossed his arms "I know you kid, whatever it is, just say it at once"

She rested her chin on her hand "I'm not sure I understand what happened between you and y/n this morning"

"There's nothing to understand. I over reacted and she got mad, that's all" He said trying to sound casual.

She thought for a minute "She said she doesn't want you to be her friend, but at the same time she won't stop talking about you when you're not around." Stephen tried to disguise that information pleased him. "Want to know what I think?"

He ran a hand over his face "You're going to say it anyway"

"I think she likes you" America said with a smile on her face and Stephen realized that the idea pleased her.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably "She said she doesn't want me as a friend, clearly you're getting this all wrong"

He got up and started arranging the books to put them back on the shelf. He could almost hear her eyes roll back "You're the one who doesn't understand anything, Stephen. She has a crush on you"

He finished putting his books away and left the library with America at his heels. Stephen didn't want to have that conversation, not only because he didn't think it wise to say anything to America for fear of her running to tell you in an attempt to play matchmaker, but also because he didn't know what to say, or what to do to.

"I think you like her too. You don’t hide it as well as you think you do. So why are you two fighting?"

Stephen stopped at the foot of the stairs and faced America "Things are more complicated than you think, kid. You don't understand because you're still learning how things work in this universe."

He started to go up the stairs, but America was close behind "I don't think it's that different from one universe to another and it doesn't have to be so complicated."

He stopped in front of her bedroom door and opened it indicating that she should enter "It's past bedtime."

She stopped at the door, staring at him decisively "Promise you'll talk to her. She is my friend. It can’t be bad blood between you."

Stephen thought for a second and then smirked "I'll think about it"

She smiles back "I really want you to be happy, Stephen"

He nodded "I know. Now go to sleep or I'll tell Wong you still haven't finished your homework."

"I hate you" She said

"Yeah right"

...

You haven't told anyone else about your unfortunate arguing with Stephen. Pepper knew there was something wrong with you and noticed that you were sad, but she assumed it was because of what happened at the nightclub and you were grateful for that. You didn't see Nat that weekend, you didn't see Happy, and neither did Tony return from the mission with Rhodes. You spent Sunday at home trying to write something for your dissertation and ended up being surprised by how much effort paid off at the end of the day.

It was Monday morning and you had agreed to go with Pepper to the record company's office to talk about a possible contract, which was obviously a huge mistake. The producers praised your music, but said it was "too heavy" and suggested that you consider something more mainstream.

"The face of the company" Pepper complained indignantly stomping her feet as you left the building "They want to have the Stark name on their company and they didn't even hide it. They even care about your music, it's offensive." She sighed "It was a mistake to bring you here Y/n, I'm sorry"

"It's okay Pep, I don't care" You said reassuringly. "I think it's more productive for me to focus on my studies. The band has always been a dream, but today I understand that being independent makes more sense. I like playing in small nightclubs, it's like a hobby."

She stopped staring at you and grabbed you by the arms "I don't want you to give up on the band. We can make it work"

You smile "I'm not giving up, but I'm also not going to give up my sound to fit on the radio like those idiotic producers suggested. Plus there's a certain charm on being an independent artist."

She agreed sighing "What a waste of time. At least we can enjoy lunch together, what do you think?"

…

You weren't exactly excited to get back to school, but when you finally got back to studying, you were grateful to have something to occupy yourself with and be able to think about something other than Stephen.

Since the day you left the Sanctum after arguing with him, you didn't see him again and you were dying to see him again, but you had already convinced yourself that you wouldn't do anything to change the situation and that way the weeks passed.

You dedicated yourself to your studies and continued to play with the band on weekends. Your work started to gain surprising notoriety and soon you realized you were playing bigger and bigger venues which was both cool and scary at the same time. The songs you casually released on the internet somehow ended up on the radio and Tony swore he had nothing to do with that and before you knew it you were getting offers for interviews and photo shoots, plus one or two label with offers you always turned down.

"Nat told me you had a visitor today," Tony said at a dinner at the Tower. It was a Monday night and it was just you, him and Pepper at the table.

You nodded without giving it much thought "They were from Skin & Ink Magazine. I tend to shy away from that kind of publicity, but I've always been a fan of their work. The premise is...interesting." It was just what you said.

Tony pulled out his cell phone and did a quick search, his eyebrow arching at every photo he saw on the internet. "A little too suggestive, don't you think?"

You shrugged "I'm always in the tabloids anyway, last time I had a hard time with the paparazzi. At least that's something I’m interested."

"It's really beautiful" Pepper said as if to show Tony that she was on your side. "I think y/n is right Tony. If it's something she wants to do, we have to support her. And the tabloids will write about her anyway."

Tony agreed putting the phone on the table "I trust you will make the best decision." He said and then changed the subject immediately.

"We're leaving on a big mission soon." He told you "Strange will go with us"

You felt your entire body tense.

Pepper sighed "When?

Tony shrugged, "We're setting everything up in two or three days."

You desperately wanted to tell him not to go, but you knew you couldn't ask him that and it felt so unfair. Every time Tony went on a mission your chest got heavy and you went through your days like a part of you was missing. Knowing that Stephen was going along only made it worse.

"I... I better go to bed, tomorrow I'll wake up early." You left the table without giving them time to respond.

You still remembered the day you received the news of your parents' death. To see Tony go on a mission was to be haunted by those memories and you always feared the worst. He was all you had and Stephen was all you wanted. And both could be taken from you in a blink of an eye.

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mayoi arashi and/or wataru 😭!!! congrats on 100 kyaaaaaa!! 🐏

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [ a. mayoi x gn reader ]

warning❗: slight ooc

genre 𑁍 : fluff

wc ⚘ :ㅤ

a/n ꕤ : someone talk to me, IMSOBORED... wanna be moots?ㅤ𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒

" y/n... " mayoi calls as he spots you sleeping at your desk, he couldn't help but brush away the stray hair covering your face.

what a sight he hopes will last, your peaceful face as you make your way to dream land. what are you dreaming of? are you happy in that dream? humming softly to a tune he couldn't and you probably don't recognise, you slowly opened your eyes.

" oh no! was I too noisy?! I'm sorry- " he jumped back and away from you, standing up facing you as he bowed and apologise for waking you up.

laughing softly at his sudden outburst, you pat his head to where he bows. mumbling an " it's ok, " as a yawn escapes your lips. he couldn't help but blush slightly at how adorable you look for a second.

" what do you need anyways? " you question.

" alkaloid... we don't have any idol activities so I'm free, wait what should we even do? now that we are forced on break? " he's taking one for the team, he repeats in his head.

to ask such a question to the person who was the caused of this break. would you hate him? but alkaloid was really clear off idol activities, there's really nothing they could do. no lives, no interviews, no fan meetings, nothing. everyone was pretty surprised when you even brought the news of alkaloid not having idol works for a week. was this some kind of punishment?

mayoi couldn't help but look away and think of all the possible outcomes, is this your way of eliminating alkaloid from the whole idol industry? sure they did cause trouble here and there especially around debut time. but isn't this a bit too cruel to strike them off? just when they were gaining the attention they deserved, at least he believed they deserved.

pursing your lips as you hummed, with your hand under your chin. you looked like you were thinking hard for your next words. he gulps as he awaits your response.

" a break, that's what you all deserved. don't you see that you've gotten a tad bit more attention? it's all thanks to your hardwork, so a break... take it? " so unsure with how the conversation plays out, both stare at each other in silence for a moment.

mayoi clears his throats before speaking up, " well what should I do then? " taking this as an opportunity to maybe offer a few ideas. you couldn't help but feel a little excited.

" have you been to a picnic date? " you start as he looks at you, full of attention or even extra full of attention.

" no... " he replies meekly.

" you're in luck then, we're going on a picnic date tomorrow, " you say smugly.

" but I haven't agreed yet? " mayoi counters as you laugh at the reply.

" you don't and won't have to agree, it's pretty obvious that you've got a crush. "

he couldn't help but cover his face in embarrassment. all the work of trying not to make it obvious was in vain.

" how? "

" tatsumi, aira and hiro actually told me about it. what great friends you've gotten. "

" wow... " speechless was all he could think before he felt you place a kiss to his cheek, making him blush more.

#esworks #ensemble stars x reader #sakumz.pdf #ensemble stars #enstars x reader #mayoi ayase x reader

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k8epot8e · 2 months

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Train in Vain: Chapter 3 Have a Sunny Day!

Summary:

You, Kid, and Kil arrive at Luffy's party.

Notes:

Sorry for another shorter chapter this week! I went to a wedding and it threw me off my school and work schedules. I promise next week's will be longer and have more dialogue. It was fun to think about how I thought the Sunny rowhouse would look. Also, I promise I didn't forget Franky or Chopper they're coming. As always, much love and thanks for reading <3

[I'm attempting to get better at how I cross post these on tumblr. I feel so old but I am learning. I will put the link to the chapter on ao3 at the end. I'm sorry I forgot TWs last time but nothing really happened last chapter anyway lol. ]

TWs: Cursing. Drinking and mentions of alcohol.

Kil’s fist hesitated just in front of the door.

The three of you had gotten there in no time. The apartment you’d been looking for turned out to be a three-story brick rowhouse tucked away on a side street. It had a small front porch with a staircase underneath, presumably leading down to a basement apartment. The stairs were lined with potted plants of various sizes and on the porch was a mat, adorned with the face of a smiling cartoon lion surrounded by sunflowers. “Have a sunny day!” was written in cursive at the bottom. You heard an unapproving tsk from Kid which made you giggle.

“I think this is an outside door” Kil stated. He uncurled his fist and reached for the doorknob, opening it inwards. He was right, as you assumed he often was. Behind the door was a hallway with another door on the right and a stairway leading upwards on the left. The minute you all squeezed through the outer door and into the hallway, you knew the party was in the apartment on this floor. You heard someone playing an acoustic guitar and other voices yelling over one another on the other side of the wall. This door was festooned with paper streamers twisted into jaunty spirals.

The three of you resumed your earlier door-knocking configuration with Kil in front and Kid to your left. The blonde man reached out his large fist and rapped it against the wood three times. The din from the other side of the wall continued but you heard a woman shout, “Luffy! Get the door!” Kid growled lightly and crossed his arms over his broad chest.

A moment later, the door swung violently open. The party streamers fluttered through the air and you jumped at the sudden motion. A short man that you assumed was Luffy appeared in the doorway.

He was probably around 5’9 so both Kil and Kid towered over him. Despite his short stature, he had the presence of someone much larger. A warmth radiated off him, drawing you towards him; an emotional tug that you could feel in your chest. He was handsome in an almost adorable way. His black hair fell in loose curls down over his forehead. He had a long scar under his left eye from an injury probably decades old. His skin was a beautifully warm shade of brown that matched his light brown eyes flecked with gold. His gaze was genuine in an intense way that made you feel exposed. His body was muscular but lean, like the build of a swimmer or gymnast. Around his neck was a thin leather strap from which an old straw hat dangled, resting on his back down between his shoulder blades. He wore a red Hawaiian shirt that he didn’t bother buttoning at all, ripped jean shorts, and flip-flops. An insane outfit for New York, you thought to yourself, quickly getting distracted by his washboard abs. Your face flushed and you hastily averted your gaze.

“Jeez, pull it together ol’ girl,” you thought to yourself.

Luffy thrust his arms in the air and beamed.

“JAGGY AND JAGGY’S FRIEND! YOU’RE HERE!”

He lept out and embraced Kil, wrapping both of his long arms around the blonde’s muscular chest. Kil recoiled slightly but settled into the hug, placing his right hand tentatively on the short man’s back.

“For fuck’s sake” Kid scoffed.

You thought Kid’s verbal hostility would ruffle Luffy, but he seemed completely unfazed.

“I don’t know you,” Luffy released Kil as his eyes met yours. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you became the subject of his intense stare.

“Luffy, this is (Y/N). She’s a new friend of ours.” Kil explained, motioning to you with his right hand.

“Hey. Nice to meet you,” you said sheepishly meeting Luffy’s gaze and offering a small wave of your right hand.

“Nice to meet ya!”

The toothy smile he gave you in return was so bright it made you squint. You felt your heart flutter in your chest; you were completely overcome by his charisma.

“Hey, Jaggy!” Luffy slapped Kid on the arm with his long hand.

“Yeah. Hey.” Kid grumbled and looked away.

You furrowed your brow at the redhead. What was his problem?

“Come on in!” Luffy beckoned to the three of you and led you into the apartment.

The apartment’s common space was one long room divided into different sections by furniture. On the opposite wall to where you entered was a large, brick fireplace. The mantel was decorated with more party streamers along with candles, plants, and photographs. In front of the fireplace was a long wooden coffee table, seemingly the nexus of the gathering as most people were sitting on couches or chairs pulled up around it. To the right was a large bay window with built-in bookshelves on either side and a bench lined with throw pillows that faced the coffee table. Facing the bench was a large couch with an aggressively 1970s sepia-toned floral pattern. It had definitely seen better days, but its injuries had been patched up tenderly in places.

To your left was a media table with video game consoles and a TV. The far left side of the room was a dining area with a long, scuffed wooden table that was currently covered in reusable plastic cups and an unfinished game of Settlers of Catan. Behind it was what seemed to be an impeccably stocked bar cart. There were doorways on this side of the room, one leading to a linoleum-tiled kitchen, one to a bathroom, and one to a hallway that extended down to the left.

When Luffy said “party” on the phone, you had assumed it was going to be a body-to-body type of affair like the apartment parties you sometimes attended reluctantly with friends. This was the opposite of that. There were eight people not including you, Kid and Kil.

On the bench sat a 20-something busty redhead whose cheeks were already flushed from alcohol. She was arguing with the intimidatingly handsome, presumably similarly aged, green-haired Asian man to her right who was actively pouring both of them more sake despite neither of their glasses being close to empty.

Sitting in a dining chair pulled in front of the fireplace and as close to the redheaded girl as physically possible was a lanky man with blonde hair that hung loosely over his face. He was smoking a cigarette and drinking what appeared to be a dirty martini. He was smiling lovingly at the redhead, but she wasn’t paying him any mind.

On the floral couch sat a beautiful older woman with long dark hair and bronze skin, probably in her late 30s, holding a book in her lap. The book looked like it had been sitting open for a while and she was talking happily with the man to her left, a handsome, 20-something Black man with long curly hair he kept styled in a low ponytail. He was enthusiastically telling her about something, his excited hand motions emphasizing what he was explaining. On the man’s left side sat a large-framed older Asian man who was looking between the two conversations and smiling contentedly. Lastly, another older man sat behind the floral couch in a dining chair he had scooted closer to the group. He was a very tall, skinny Black man who was playing the acoustic guitar and lightly singing a happy little tune.

It was loud and somewhat chaotic for a small gathering, but the scene made you smile. Luffy paused once the three of you had shuffled in the door.

“Hey guys! Look who made it!” Luffy laughed as he addressed the apartment of people. The acoustic guitar and conversations briefly paused as all eyes turned towards you.

“Wow, Eustass. Never thought you’d actually take him up on it.” The redheaded girl teased, a sly grin spreading across her flushed face.

“If you wanted to see me that bad, babe, all you had to do was ask.” Kid cocked his brow at her suggestively. She rolled her eyes.

“Kid, I swear to god I will kick your ass” The blonde man stood up and pointed his cigarette at Kid in challenge.

Before you or Kil could say anything Luffy let out a loud belly laugh

“Come on guys! It’s a party! Let’s just have a good time!” He slapped Kid on the back playfully. Kid’s entire face got red and he stormed off to the bar cart at the end of the room. The man started playing the guitar again and everyone resumed their earlier conversations.

Luffy flopped down happily on the bench next to the green-haired man. You and Kil migrated to the bar cart where Kid had just poured himself a shot of whiskey. He threw it back and exhaled, slamming the “What Happens in Sabaody Archipelago, Stays in Sabaody Archipelago!” shot glass back onto the cart.

“Can we just ask him for a ride and get the fuck out of here?” Kid huffed at Kil. The sticky sweet scent of whiskey wafting from his large mouth.

“I don’t know if they’ll just up and take us without some convincing. Let’s all get a drink and see if we can talk one of them into it.” Kil said calmly.

“He’s probably right. It would be rude to just demand something from them the minute we got in the door.” You added.

Kid rolled his eyes.

“1. I don’t care about manners, 2. Kil, you just want a drink, 3. (Y/N), you only want to stay ‘cause you’ve got a hard-on for that lunatic.” Kid jabbed.

“What? I do not!” You huffed. “Also, if anyone is a lunatic it’s you, Kid. He seems perfectly nice.”

Kid opened his mouth to argue back at you but Kil placed his hand on Kid’s chest, stopping him.

“Let’s focus on the task at hand, shall we?” Kil said dryly. “Even if I do just want a drink, we’ll be outta here faster if we do some schmoozing.”

Kil turned to you.

“So, what do you want?” He asked cocking his head at you, a smile peeking out from behind his surgical mask.

“Hmph. Probably a Shirley Temple.” Kid laughed.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.” You said to Kil. His blond eyebrows shot up in amused questioning.

“Don’t let Kid bully you into anything. I usually drink whiskey neat, and not the good shit either.” Kil laughed.

“That’s just fine.” You smiled back at him, meeting his gaze. He was a hard man to read anyway, as composed as he was, so trying to interpret him with limited facial cues made everything more difficult. You thought you sensed a hint of flirtation in his tone, but you couldn’t be sure. And even so, god knows you didn’t have enough evidence to do anything about it.

“Make it three.” Kid grunted. He grabbed a dining chair and dragged it closer, but not too close, to the circle of friends.

#one piece x reader #eustass kid x killer x reader #eustass kid x reader #killer x reader #killer one piece #eustass kid #one piece fanfic #monkey d. luffy

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variousqueerthings · 5 months

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Coming back to this laaaate, but @brilliantfantasticgeronimo hope it's okay I pull this onto a post, because it's easier for me to focus on than in replies!

this idea that the Doctor lands someplace and ruins everyone's day by being so Badass and Awestriking isn't really a Thing in Nu!Who "is also contrasted with the theme of the doctor inspiring *others* to do things (v Explicit theme in s1 but it's present in all those other CoDs you mention)... re:2, i think the one exception would be 7 but i think with 7 the chess-god-manipulator thing works bc we see the consequences of it thru ace. we also see it w/ amy and river but (cont) but i feel we never quite grapple w/ it emotionally (they adore the doctor anyway in the end) (except for a handful legit, hard-hitting eps like the girl who waited or town called mercy). .. and altho in both classic who and rtd who the companions function as a very important role *in the text*, u can still find fandom completely ignoring that and treating doc's 1-10 as power fantasies as well. so it's smth always there but that moffat rlly made literal also i've really liked your posts on asexuality on dw and idk if you've written this but just in case, i think it's also relevant to the very specific way some het guys are so protective of the doc's asexuality/aromancy(+the show's): "asexuality" as it functions in dw is celebrated by those guys ( i suspect) bc it gives the fantasy power over the "womanly wiles" - it's a proof of how the doc is so "enlightened" and "above" the temptress or seduction trope. (cont) (csdkjf sorry for going ott on replies rip) and it's also why i think in moffat's who the doc's sexuality is kind of tied to the idea of it like... """humbling"" or ""humanizing"" the character (as problematic as those ideas are,,, i think there's a basis to deduct that they come from before in canon)

OKAY SOOOO HI!

I just watched The God Complex right after The Girl Woman Who Waited so I'm riding that high of Consequences! Emotional Follow-through! Mmmm good plots!

I have not actually seen 7 yet outside of cute clips with Ace and ofc when he died due to the American healthcare system + gang warfare if I'm remembering correctly? and became our beautiful bouncing boy Eight, so iiiinteresting that this is a Thing, I didn't know that 👀👀👀👀👀

again, God Complex + Girl Who Waited feel like the most this era has explored Eleven's kinda... vibes around in terms of being some big Machinator who ruins peoples lives by dragging them into his shit, because he cannot Not: "I stole your childhood and now I’ve led you by your hand to your death. But the worst thing is I knew. I knew this would happen, this is what always happens. Forget your faith in me. I took you with me because I was vain. Because I wanted to be adored. Look at you. You’re glorious, Pond, the girl who waited for me. I’m not a hero. I really am just a mad man in a box. And it’s time we saw each other as we really are." Mmmm good stuff

we'll see how the next episodes do/season 7, but I've heard good things about Town Called Mercy which is an episode that I was not taking in at allll last time, because I was kind of... annoyed... by then.... and not really taking in good stuff (unlike this time)

ASEXUALITY ON DW IS LIKE! LOOK I'M WRITING OUT A SCRIPT FOR A YOUTUBE VIDEO BECAUSE IT'S SO FASCINATING RIGHT??? BOTH IN TERMS OF HOW THE CHARACTER EMBODIES AN AROACE IDENTITY AS ALIEN AND AS OTHERED WITHIN THEIR OWN SOCIETY AND AS A PERSON WHO JUST HAPPENS TO BE THESE THINGS --- AND IN HOW FANDOM THINKS ABOUT THE WORD "ASEXUALITY"

(will I ever actually put together a youtube video, who knows, but I could, I edit professionally for parts of my job, and I have the Receipts!) (but the energy of it all youknow)

I am so pleased you spelled out the "womanly wiles" trope, because yes, I hadn't quite seen that, but had been circling around like... the Enlightened Asexual (or the Celibate Monk as I believe M*ffat once called it with reference to Sherlock) (and then someone like Irene Adler is the epitome of that Temptress in his version of the story...)

and what you're saying about "humbling" and "humanising" is so fascinating, because ofc to a bunch of us aces and aros and aroaces the part where the Doctor struggles to form normative relationships is one of the the most humanising factors, and ofc M*ffat especially likes the "Godlike" Doctor quite a bit but it comes back to these ideas of allosexuality and alloromanticism

but then also rejects a lot of those ideas, from memory, for being too simplistic after all, because people struggle to write the Doctor as simply alloromantic and allosexual (I've heard because the Doctor is alien, because the Doctor is more compelling when lonely, because the narrative couldn't sustain it, etcetcetc, but in the end it all comes back to "the Doctor as Character cannot get into these relationships for... reasons...." and that becomes compelling character)

(also Gomez!Master is like "we're so beyond this, we're the best thing ever, we're nemeses, we're besties, my homeboy, my rotten soldier, my silly rabbit," etcetcetc... paraphrased. but that's in M*ffat era)

(the more the show flirts with allosexuality and alloromanticism the more nuanced the Doctor becomes to me as an aroace character! because no longer is it an Enlightened Mightier Than Thou Cannot Be Touched Celibacy type Concept, it's someone who's being affected by deep relationships and very often unable to equate them using simple terms!!!! arghhh it's sooooo!!!! SOOOOOO!!!!!!!)

#doctor who #dw #the doctor #and now i go to beeed #doctor who meta #aroace doctor #acespec doctor #need to change my aroace doctor tags to acespec doctor tags #to be more precise... I hate being imprecise

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mahvaladara · 2 months

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@lazysunjade part 3

🩷 What is the sweetest thing they've done for one another?

The sweetest thing Sael made for Peia is actually a glass piece. At the naked eye it looks like a simple glass globe with weird tubes inside and water. When you move the glass piece around, the water moves inside the tubes and draws lines that make drawings. Only Peia can actually see the drawings are and it makes Peia smile.

Peia brushed Sael's hair. Seems little, but no one touches his hair. Most people don't enjoy it. Dragon's don't really have hair. Their hair are very thin and flexible spikes, not that dissimilar from hedgehog spikes or horse bristles. When they shift from dragon to human form, the gigantic spikes dragons have become thin and alike horse bristles. He has particularly thick and hard hair. But dragons enjoy getting their hair brushed. Peia realizes Sael enjoyed it and started doing it often, something no one ever did other than himself. This also means a lot to him, because dragons are prideful hedonistic creatures and believe it or not, they are vain and care much about their appearance. Culturally, the hair is as important as the horns, long, beautiful well tended spikes/hair are a symbol of status and power.

🏹 Which one is more likely to think Valentine's Day is lame?

There's no 'love day' or valentines day in Astreia. For a matter of fact, dragons believe any day that 'celebrates love' is idiotic, for devotion is to be lived everyday. So Sael is the one who thinks it's lame.

Peia has decided to make the day they met their 'love day' and usually likes to surprise Sael with something sweet, as Sael has a remarkably sweet tooth.

🤎 How do they comfort each other?

They hold unto one another.

As Peia is smaller than Sael, he can easily be fully encompassed by Sael's embrace and he will hold him in silence for as long as Peia needs to feel safe again.

Peia quickly found out that works in reverse too. If he just holds unto Sael in silent understanding for long enough, the dragon just surrenders himself wholly to him.

🥡 What does a relaxing night in look like for them?

They lay in bed, usually with Peia laying on Sael's lap, while Sael reads for Peia. There's no braille or water writing in Astreia for Peia to read, but the Vyrs do sing, so he can 'sense read' them, the problem is that being isekai'd means he doesn't know the tongue and has no idea what the Vyrs are singing to him. So Sael 'translates'. In the future, maybe, Peia will be able to decipher the song of the Vyrs on his own.

🤍 What is their favorite or most admired quality in the other?

Peia adores how protective, steadfast and pragmatic Sael can be while hiding a nurturing and affectionate side.

Sael adores how kind-hearted, understanding and loving Peia can be. He feels his generous heart and gentle nature is what is needed to calm a raging vulcano.

🥂 What does a night out look like for them?

So a "night out" for them is a walk around the Sanctuary gardens, where the two of them just chat calmly under the starlight. Or Sael would take Peia to the markets to enjoy the sounds and scents of food and music.

🩶 Which one apologizes first? How do they apologize?

Sael. Peia has very rarely had reasons to apologize.

Usually Sael apologizes with gifts. Again, he's good with service acts so when he's aware he has hurt Peia, he does something for him or makes him a gift as an apology.

Peia has said he does not have to gift him every time he feels he did something wrong. A simple sorry is enough, but Sael does not believe sorry is enough. For a matter of fact, dragons have a word for thank you (Grazi), the closest to sorry or apologies is Paak'Ja which means "I'm ashamed".

🫦 What's something seemingly innocent that the other does, says or wears that turns the other on?

If Peia dares wear one of Sael robes. Sael's clothing... most of it, if it's not ceremonial, or work related, is revealing. Sael's clothes is twice Peia's size.

So... water sense... Peia can see through water sense... Sweat is water... Now picture it, a half naked, bull of a man, in a hot forge, hammering away a sword, fucosed, brow furrowed, muscles flexing, sweat glistening... Peia randomly senses the water and decides to see. "O///O Oh fuck." Sael looks at him, he looks tense. Double fuck.

🖤 What is their biggest regret in their relationship so far (or in the future, if you don't mind giving spoilers)?

Sael regrets the way he treated poor Peia when he first met him. Which resulted in him holding the little spirit upside down by a foot over a body of stale water and threatening him. He also regrets every time he looses his cool and scares Peia. He's working on it.

💋 What is their favorite place to kiss their partner? Do either enjoy 'leaving a mark'?

Peia loves to kiss Sael's ears. It was an accident, when Peia realized just how sensitive those three ears are. Ticklish too and Peia absolutely adores kissing them.

Sael likes kissing Peia's neck, right on the curve, that sweet curve of the neck, right where the neck meets the shoulder and then trail down to a soft warm little collarbone.

❤️‍🔥 Which one is more adventurous in the bedroom? Which one has more experience?

Sael. Poor Peia sometimes doesn't even know how to catch up with him. He just gets thrown around "Wait, I don't think I can bend my leg like that!" "Bohl, of course you can!"

🧸 BONUS! Include one of your favorite moments between them!

#ts4 #the sims 4 #peia #sael'myr #character development #lazysunjade

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fullmetalgirl98 · 1 year

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Hi! First of all, thank you for asking me this question, I'm really glad! ^^ (and no, no one had ever asked me this before ahah).

So....mhm...I have to say it's really HARD to choose, because I'm into a lot, really, A LOT, of stuff lol. But I'll try to choose among the riffraff the most iconic ones... despite that, I think it's really impossible for me to rank from 1 to 10 in the ascending (or descending) sense of the term, so please don't consider the characters I'm going to list as places within a ranking ahaha 🙊

Xerxes Break (Pandora Hearts, manga by Jun Mochizuki): Break is a wonderful character. His attitudes may make him seem like a superficial, clownish person, but he’s actually an extremely troubled man with very solid moral values, ready to do anything for those he loves. Break is a character I really can't help but love, I won't go more into his analysis because I want to avoid spoilers, but he’s such a troubled and controversial character, I really love him with all my heart. He needs to be protected adjkhgal.

Vanitas (Vanitas no Carte, manga by Jun Mochizuki): as I said for Break, Vanitas is also an extremely controversial character. Sarcastic, witty, extremely sensual, and defiant, he apparently gives the impression that he’s the kind of person who only exploits others for his own purposes, but this is actually not the case. Vanitas has suffered so much in the past, he creates on purpose a wall around himself to avoid making connections that could hurt him again someday, or hurt those around him. He’s more aware of what is happening around him than he wants to give it away.

Dice Arisugawa (Hypnosis Mic, multimedia project): I LOVE Dice. There’s a reason why he’s my favorite character in the Hm universe lol. He's that kind of person who's silly and funny, but would do ANYTHING for the sake of the people he loves. Loyal and sincere, he loves to take risks (way too much, I’d say) but he can also be serious and reliable if the situation calls for it. In addition, his rapping skills are SUBLIME.

Toma Hikage (Paradox Live, multimedia project): Toma is a character who has very recently entered my heart. Initially I thought he was the typical vain pretty boy, but I found out quite soon that there's actually a very deep motivation behind this such a seemingly frivolous behavior. Toma is a person with a heart of gold, ready to do anything to support the other members of VISTY. Also, I can't help but love that so special way he accentuates sentences ahaha. Also I love his voice in the songs, it's really pure and melodic! **

Rin Matsuoka (Free!, anime): Rin is cool and has style, no doubt about this. But beyond physical appearance, he's a guy who knows what he wants, fights and works hard till the end to achieve his goals. You can always rely on him. If you need help, you can be sure that Rin will be there for you to help, always. Despite the big muscle mass, Rin is a big softie and does not hesitate to dissolve into tears quite easily too, he is adorable ahah

Tsurugi Kamiya (Servamp, manga by Tanaka Strike): I have to admit that I couldn't stand Tsurugi at first, but the deeper I got into his story, the more I fell in love with him. Tsurugi made me cry more than once while reading. He comes across as a very strong character, but internally he's an extremely fragile person. I want to hug him ;^;

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen, by Gege Akutami): you can't help but love Gojo: I won't dwell on his physical appearance (as his charm is there for all to see), Gojo is a man who is apparently very superficial, with a very sharp tongue and always with a ready wit, but again this is only a facade: Gojo is extremely witty, as well as being damn strong. Everyone relies on him. Never make Gojo angry.

Osamu Dazai (Bungo Stray Dogs, manga by Kafka Asagiri & Sango Harukawa): what I've already said about Gojo applies somewhat to Dazai. It's impossible not to love Dazai. He's the perfect combination of seriousness and deficiency, if you need to break the heaviness of the moment, count on Dazai. If you need reinforcement, count on Dazai. If you need someone to properly blow up your nerves, count on Dazai.

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson & The Olympians, book series by Rick Riordan): most of my peers grew up with Harry Potter. Well, I grew up with Percy. Thanks to him, over the course of many years and MANY books, I’ve been able to immerse myself in a wonderful world, a world, that of Greek mythology, which has always fascinated me so much. I really owe a lot to Percy.

Ophelia (The Mirror Visitor, book series by Christelle Dabos): Ophelia is also a recent addition. I finished reading the second book of the series just yesterday and I must say that I haven't met such a valid character for a long time. Ophelia is that kind of girl that, at first glance, you wouldn't value at all: scruffy, petite, "anonymous". In reality, she's a girl who really goes through all sorts of things, both to assert herself and to protect those she loves. Although fragile, contrary to what everyone might think, she's endowed with an iron will, a strong personality and also great courage, but it's not a snooty courage, as often happens to be seen in fictional characters, but it's a courage that she was forced to build, sometimes even against her own instincts to run away. I really admire her for that.

So... If it wasn't clear, I like very controversial and complicated characters LOL

I hope you found my answers somewhat interesting and thanks again for asking! ^^

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