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jennifer-jeong · 2 months

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[Fluff + Slight Angst] [Zayne x Reader] A Cure.

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Zayne has trouble sleeping after overtime and you’re the only thing that helps ): Gender neutral reader, established relationship, kisses, hugs, slight angst, mention of previous patient deaths, mentions of guilt, mentions of nightmares + insomnia, mostly fluff, taking care of sleep deprived boyfriend, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOR NOTES

I finished reading his anecdotes and I’m in shambles. Hubby is traumatized. One of his affinity level up quotes is “you are the only treatment for my nightmares” and I didn’t even know he had nightmares until I read the anecdotes and now I’m just in pain. I will probably also write about the parallel version of him, his dawnbreaker self, because he deserves some love too, his world sounds much more desolate than ours ):

Word Count: 1106

Zayne has always had trouble sleeping or even wanting to entertain the idea of going to sleep. His nightmares have plagued him for so many years now and it’s become his norm. His only relief from it has been you.

Some of the staff that work closely with Zayne have been acquainted with you and they’ve come to understand that if they want the cardiac surgeon to sleep, you’re the key. You love his co-workers because they really do care about each other and you’re so grateful they make sure Zayne rests well. You always make sure to bring them some snacks or coffee when you come to the hospital.

A recent wanderer attack at the outskirts of the city has left the emergency unit overflowing for the past 2 days. You’ve been helping where you can to defeat wanderers and the combat side of things has calmed down. But the hospital is still working overtime. AKA Zayne is working overtime.

He’s been up for 2 days straight due to back to back emergency surgeries that he insists he helps on. The staff will allow him to push himself but they know when to cut him off. They asked if you’d be available today to pop by and you mentioned that you’re already on your way after finishing your last area sweep and clearing the place for wanderers.

When you walk in, you set some coffees onto the clerk’s desk and quickly walk over to Zayne’s office. You slowly knock quietly and open the door cautiously so as not to spook the sleep deprived man. Zayne never shows when he’s nervous, he doesn’t get jittery because he’s literally a surgeon and can’t afford to. But, you can tell when he’s exhausted and anxious, and he is exactly that right now. You walk over to him and he hugs you from where he’s sitting at his desk, swiveling his chair to face you as you stand between his legs. You stroke your hands through his hair and rub his back, letting him enjoy the peace. “All successful?” You ask. He nods with his face buried in your chest. You’re glad that this means his surgeries and patients were all okay, but you know it doesn’t ease the pain and stress of going into a surgery worried that it might not end well. Also, not to mention the immense stress simply performing a surgery brings. The notches on his notebook always come to mind at times like this. It took a while for you to talk to him about it but when he told you they were a tally of how many patients have passed in his care, your heart ached. Since then, he hasn’t kept track and you’re very glad that he confided in you and made the decision to stop. He doesn’t deserve to have that guilt hang over his head when it’s never been his fault.

You continue to soothe him and ask “couldn’t sleep again?” He responds slowly and clearly exhausted “I haven’t felt tired…” he pauses “but you being here is already making me drift into sleep” he says muffled into your chest. “Thank you, I’m happy to see you, I just… I have another surgery soon.” “The staff has already shifted the time slots, you know they don’t let you push that far. It’s been 2 days, love,” you explain to him. Surgeons have already been called in due to the emergency and Zayne has a 12 hour period until his next shift. The staff know he’d get upset if they forced him to not work for more than a day, especially during an emergency. He’s quiet for a minute or two. “I know you trust your team. Take this time to breathe baby,” you say to him gently. When he’s in this state, he can’t form thoughts coherent enough to help calm himself down with logic. So you do it for him, softly, with lots of kisses. You kneel down to meet his eyes and cradle his face in your warm hands. He nuzzles very slightly into your touch and you kiss him on his forehead. He honestly almost falls asleep right then and there. You move him to the couch in his office, he has a wider couch to accommodate naps. He prefers his office to the call rooms (in hospital rooms for staff to sleep in), it just feels cozier and you’re also usually here.

You let him get comfy as you bring over pillows and a blanket for him, all prepared nearby because he quite commonly has to do this. With his eyes closed he mutters a slurred “love you s’much.” He has more words for you but can barely even conceptualize them in his head, let alone speak them out loud. But he knows that you understand the sentiment. He’ll make it up to you when he wakes up.

Somehow you’ve been able to stop his nightmares since you two got close again. He isn’t scared to sleep as long as you’re around. You’re his only safe haven from the dreams and just thinking about that makes him so emotional. He just thinks it makes so much sense that you cure him in this way and he loves you so much, you take such good care of him and he does the same back.

He quickly drifts off into sleep as you sit in front of the couch on the carpet while holding his hand and patting his back slowly. You purposely pat slowly to encourage his heart rate to slow and calm down. You will sometimes leave to do your own thing after he falls asleep but most of the time you stay close, wanting to keep protecting him in his sleep in a way. It probably doesn’t really make a difference but you don’t mind doing your work or playing on your phone nearby. It’s kinda like you think he subconsciously feels you there and so you stay. You don’t pay it much mind but he hasn’t told you that he feels so much better when he wakes up and sees you there. It makes a wave of warmth flow over his cold self and he can’t explain how much he loves it and you.

You watch him a little longer as his breathing slows and you know he’s fast asleep. You go to sit on his chair and check some messages on your phone but you make sure to give him another kiss on his temple before going. You don’t really see it but his lips curve ever so slightly, completely subconsciously enjoying it.

Thank you for reading!

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tired-biscuit · 8 months

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I know you haven't written a lot for Spiderverse at all, but I have to say I love your portrayal of Miguel! And your little drabble about being Kiba's service-sub housewife got me thinking, do you think Miguel would like a service-sub housewife, too? I know you're mostly a Naruto blog but I can't help finding myself loving the few Miguel pieces you've done, your writing is incredible 💜

18+ MDNI, fem!reader // cw: free use, somnophilia, cockwarming. established relationship.

↳ thanks a bunch, your message was so sweet! definitely made me smile really big. here’s some husband miguel rocking both your world and your pussy.

i think he would, though you’d definitely have to be the one to suggest it first.

while i do see miguel as a naturally dominant sort of man who loves staying in control in just about every aspect, he also comes across as very reserved and is thus rarely willing to let himself completely loose; even in bed. so it’d take some time for him to get used to the fact that you’d be literally offering yourself to him and would be giving him a free pass whenever he’d as much as think of desiring it.

he just seem to be very respectful towards the people he admires and loves, you know? he thinks that fucking you hard and quick in random places just because his blood runs hot all of a sudden is beneath what you deserve.

he’s gloomy and dark, and you’re pure light in his eyes because his heart has switched places with his brain ever since he’s fallen in love and has placed that ring on your finger. he doesn’t want to blemish all your purity and goodness, even if that wouldn’t be the case at all.

so even if you’d initiate it first and would get him going with the help of some lovey-dovey looks, the fluttering of your eyelashes, and some strokes to his broad chest and shoulders, he’d second guess the entire thing and would constantly be making sure if it really is all right like you say it is.

you’d literally have to be throwing yourself at him, telling him to just use you already, for him to actually do something. it’d go slow, but eventually he’d ease himself into the idea.

you can be very tempting when you want to be, and at the end of the day, he is nothing but a man.

the first time it happens, he’s working late for the fourth day in a row and is feeling terribly lonely and frustrated because of it. he misses you in more ways than one and you’re always asleep when he comes home, so he warily makes the decision to fuck you in his lab one night when you swing by to bring him dinner — knowing him, he hasn’t eaten since he left the house this morning — and bends you over at the middle on the first flat surface he sees.

the sex is cautious and he’s stiff as a board during the entirety of it; you can literally tell that he’s way too deep in his head about it and is calculating every single movement. he watches you like a hawk from the moment his big, calloused hands slip underneath your light sundress and hike it up to your waist.

he’s practically waiting to hear you say stop — even when he carefully pushes your panties to the side and sinks balls deep into your cunt with a little help of some spit and a couple of strokes to your clit. even as lewd, wet sounds resonate throughout the room, then, and mix with your panting and his grunts. he waits.

but you never say the word.

that’s the whole point of it, after all.

instead, your palms slam flat against the desk he’s got you bending over at. your toes wiggle in your shoes as you find better footing when he really starts to get into it and turns rough as a result. your hips press closer to his own and your back arches ever so slightly, allowing you to take his fat cock even deeper. you ready yourself; ready yourself to please your husband like the good little wife that you are.

after that night, miguel allows himself to take a little more from you each time.

he still comes home late on most days, but he uses the chance to catch up by gently and almost hesitantly nudging your tight hole with his cock while you’re still asleep; until your pussy is literally drooling and you’re waking up in your bed feeling all hot and sweaty because of how tight, borderline suffocating his embrace has become, and how intense the stretch that you feel between your legs is getting.

sometimes he comes to see you after a successful mission and fucks you against the wall of the first secluded spot he can find. he’s still covered in grime and sweat, there’s piping hot adrenaline still coursing his veins, and his hair is as wild as the look in his dark eyes — now where the hell has his mask gone? — but he doesn’t care about any of that.

because goddamn, your legs are wrapped around his waist and you’re doing that cute ‘o’ face that he likes oh, so fucking much as you struggle to breathe properly, and your pussy is just so tight whenever he bullies his way inside of you so unexpectedly like this. he can literally feel it squeezing around him, trying to milk him dry of very last drop of cum he’s able to produce.

other times, usually when he takes it a bit easy work-wise, he just rests at home by making you cockwarm him. he’s watching TV — something exceptionally boring, probably — or is looking something up on the computer, and you’re just sitting on his lap, whining about how his cock has been outright kissing your cervix from the second he saw you passing by dressed in nothing else but his t-shirt.

he even nips at your neck whenever you try to move, deadly fangs sliding across the tender skin. it just makes you even more wet; it’s just so good.

so yeah, i do think that he’d like the idea of free use and would even grow fond of it the more you’d both indulge it. it’d be some sort of stress relief in a way. also, he would never, never belittle you or shame you for it. you’re the perfect wife.

when he loves, he just truly loves, you know? it’s deep and unshakeable. every time he ‘uses’ you, he makes sure to make up for it afterwards. he’s just that kind of guy, even if he may not look like it at first glance.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #atsv smut #biscuit drabbles #cw free use #cw somnophilia

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chimielie · 9 months

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my lover, my life, my shawty, my wife

summary: Ushijima x f!Reader. snapshots of eternal youth.

word count: 1.3k

cw: lighthearted manhandling, longterm established relationship ups (and one down), marriage talk and mention of toshi’s parents’ divorce. it’s basically all fluffy and silly tho

a/n: nobody @ me i wrote literally 99% of this a couple weeks ago and just remembered it was in the drafts today i’m working on the promised fics!!! it will just be A While i’m slow okayyy 💘 anyway enjoy some pure ushijima fluff

“Ushiwaka!!!” You shriek, voice breaking with laughter as you slam your hands against his backside. “Put me down, you—you barbarian! Kidnapper! Plunderer!”

He doesn’t say anything, just jostles you gently so your top half (currently upside-down over his broad shoulder) sways while your legs stay firmly in the grip of his arms. You know it’s as close as he’s going to get to a verbal admonishment, your current position already more than enough of an indication that he is fed up with you acting up in a public setting.

“Fine,” you scrunch up your face, sure that he can envision it just the same as you can see in your mind’s eye the near-invisible traces of amusement on his face. “Ugh, you’re going to make me sick. You are so bossy. I can’t believe you think that you can just pick me up and carry me around and tell me what to do. You don’t even say please, you know that?”

He probably gets the idea that he can just pick you up and carry you around and tell you what to do from the ten years that he's been doing all those things, since high school.

You've never gotten sick from being carried like this, either.

“You are bossy,” he says simply in rebuttal. "You say please but you know I'll do whatever it is you want. Even unreasonable things."

"I'm always reasonable," you say. He pats your butt in a way that isn't supposed to be condescending but is. You smack his in return and enjoy the way his back muscles tense up. "Ooh, you've been training your glutes."

He's been doing it in your home gym. You've always been loud about obvious things like this; he doesn't understand it, especially, but he likes it. At first, that had been much of your relationship. You were loud and obvious about your feelings for the up-and-coming teenage ace, and he didn't understand you, but he liked you.

He considers, and then revises his previous thought. He understands you better now. You talk through even things you and he know well because it helps you to process your thoughts, and you are determined to be shocked and delighted by all small things in the world.

"Hello, Bo-kun!" you wave to his teammate. Bokuto, bless him, attempts to bend over upside down to mimic you.

"Hey, Ushijima-san!" Ushijima is lucky that everyone in the facility knows you and you don't have to clarify to any security guards that you aren't in danger, for real. You take offense to the idea that you couldn't win in a fight against him, anyway.

You had been asserting this particular belief, actually, to the rest of the Japanese men’s volleyball team while they stretched post-practice and friends and family were allowed on court to distract them. Atsumu had been egging you on, urging you to try fighting another of the players since he didn’t trust Wakatoshi not to let you win currently. You had rolled up your shirtsleeves when the ace scooped you up and you had, already protesting, waved goodbye to the blond, a huge grin on your face. He had saluted you as you went.

“We’re not married yet,” you say, bonking your forehead into Wakatoshi as he stops short. “You all don't have to keep saying that. Please, call me—”

"Oh, Waka-kun said," Bokuto starts before being cut off.

“We may as well be," Wakatoshi says, turning to face Bokuto (At least turn sideways so I can see, you complain). "It'll happen eventually, so we can start practicing by calling her my wife now."

"What?!" You say. "Don't say things like that. You sound like you like me. Do you like me? Do you want to be more than friends?"

People have always talked about your relationship in begrudging terms. "Oh, opposites attract, I guess..." spoken in a disbelieving and reluctant tone. He understands. Most high school relationships didn't work out. Most people would get frustrated with him and his communication style. Then most long-distance relationships didn't work out. Most young professional athletes wanted to try new things, new people.

Wakatoshi doesn't understand why he would want to try something new when he had something perfectly fine with you. He had said that to you, once, when you were in Sapporo and he in Koganei. You had gotten very quiet for the rest of the call and then remained quiet for two weeks, sending all of his messages to read and calls to voicemail. It had taken a short flight and a shy, quiet apology to right his wrongs. He had known that he would spend the rest of his life with you, he said, forgetting to blink even as you furiously swiped away tears, a month in when you were fifteen. Barely longer than this terrible time you had stopped even fighting with him, just giving up on him. Why would he try anything else when he had never deviated from this path?

But what if you're just not seeing that there might be something better out there for you, you had said, voice angry but face already forgiving. Worse, what if you do see that someday? You’ll get tired of settling.

He had shaken his head. There isn't something better. Please, continue to be patient with me. Your breath had burst out of you in a single sob, and then you were yanking him toward you, ordering him to kiss you so you'd stop crying in front of all the neighbors.

Considering his parents' marriage, one might have thought that he would have more qualms about the concept than he did. You didn't seem interested in pressuring him there, though, and when asked just reminded him that living together long enough would result in common-law marriage anyway, so he just had to tell you if he ever wanted to stop living together. After several years separated and more reunited, he hadn't yet found any desire to do so. He definitely had strong negative feelings about being away from you for extended periods.

He was very lucky that you had chosen a career path which would allow you to travel essentially anywhere with him, find lucrative work anywhere with him. The home gym had actually been your gift to him, from the bank account you didn't share. It was the most thoughtful and horrifyingly expensive gift he had ever received. He had retaliated by hiring your most favored interior designer to rework your apartment into something both sentimentally familiar and not decorated entirely on the whim of two mid-twenty-year-olds. While they worked, he took you on vacation.

"We have to go," Wakatoshi adjusts you in his hold, nodding to his teammate. You’re quiet for a bit, so he puts you down, steadying you by your waist until your head stops swimming.

“You know we have to talk about these things,” you say, looking steadily at him.

“Yes,” he rumbles, considering his words for a moment. “I’ve been thinking about it more often recently. I still don’t feel strongly about the idea of a wedding, but I want you to be my wife. If you want to be.”

Insecurity sparks in him. You enjoyed your friend’s weddings, but perhaps you didn’t want one of your own, or one to him. Perhaps he had crossed a boundary.

“I don’t know,” you tap your lips with a finger, and a weight lifts off his chest when you smile at him. “I’ll see when you ask me. But I want it to be sometime in the future, somewhere more scenic than your athletic facility, okay? With a ring and a sappy speech.”

He smiles, then, his teeth showing. An explosive and momentous display of emotion.

“I’ll be sure to say please.”

#ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima fluff #ushiwaka x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #hq x reader fluff #ushijima wakatoshi x reader fluff #ushijima x reader fluff

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lovemyromance · 2 months

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“Oh well Rhys & Feyre didn’t like each other at first” and “Nesta and Cassian couldn’t stand to be around one another at first” … “So Elucien might not be on the page NOW, but it IS endgame, that’s just how SJM writes her pairings 🙄”

But… it’s not though.

Even if they are enemies, even if they are not friends or lovers or anything yet - There is always intrigue. There is always attention, drawn to the other person. There is always SOME feeling, whether it be love, hate, attraction, or annoyance.

Feyre was told Rhys was the enemy, a monster, and yet when us readers read those scenes, we still shipped them together in ACOTAR. We were rooting for them in ACOMAF. Why?

Because their scenes, even if they were not on the best terms, were full of emotion. Full of tension, passion, some kind of pull to the other person. Their interactions left me feeling amused/scared/warm/shocked no matter what.

Even Nesta and Cassian, before their book, they were constantly at each other’s throats. But even then, you could tell Cassian would’ve done anything for her. They were willing to die with the other, and they didn’t even have time to be together yet 🥺. He was simply drawn to her, he could not stay away.

But Lucien… he is away. Not just physically, when he resides in the human lands with Vassa & Jurisn, but also on the physical pages in the book. He is barely mentioned in the story, and usually only around instances with Elain, if ever.

And in those instances he is mentioned with Elain? They are uncomfortable. They are awkward. They are avoidant. This is a fact, pointed out by nearly every single IC member, so it’s not even a reliable narrator thing. Elucien has not had many interactions, and they are all lukewarm, filled with apathy.

You can crow all you want about “oh that’s how all SJM relationships start, hate turns to love” but the don’t even have hate. They don’t have love.

They have indifference.

It is hard to write a couple that is indifferent to each other when they have quite literally the one main, revered reason in the fae world to get together: a mating bond. Like you have to go out of your way in SJM land to write a mating bond NOT as a good thing.

Nesta & Cassian’s bond wasn’t even revealed but Nesta was willing to die with him in ACOWAR. She might have been annoyed with him and hated him, but she never avoided him. She couldn’t. It’s as simple as that.

Elucien are mates already! And everyone knows! What is stopping them from getting together?

And no, it is not “Elain is still said she is fae and still mourning over Graysen.” Maybe in ACOWAR she was still mourning, but by ACOFAS she was adapting to this new world, their holidays, their traditions. She made friends, she glowed with health. And by ACOSF she is sneaking off to have a rendezvous with the Spymaster in the middle of the night. She is Elain “Put it on me” Acheron. So no, she is not still being held back by her trauma or her ex fiancée. It’s clearly written in that bonus chapter antis hold as their bible - Elain was READY for that man.

She’s not ready to face her mate though. It’s been 3 books and she still can’t even be in the same room as him. 3 books and she doesn’t even use his solstice gifts. 3 books and she doesn’t even care if he’s in Velaris or not.

Feyre was calling Rhys the most beautiful man she had seen the second they met, and Rhys was willing to die with her in just ACOTAR, before their mating bond even snapped.

Nesta & Cassian were willing to die for each other in ACOWAR, before their mating bond even snapped.

Azriel was willing to die for Elain to save her from Hybern’s camp. She kicked those hounds off him with her bare feet.

I’m not saying they’re mates or anything, but they have shown the same desperate longing, the same obsessed traits as the other couples. Elucien is the discrepancy here. Because even though they have already been established as mates, SJM has written their bond as something clearly different from Nessian & Feysand.

But I thought it was obvious.

#elriel #azriel #elain archeron #elain x azriel #pro elain #elain #acotar #antielucien

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one-fin-wonder · 8 months

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Headcanons: Building a blanket fort with the Moon Boys (After finding out they've never built one before)

A/N: Hey so I've been stuck with being sick this past week and some of last week. So I've had literally no time to write coherently till 3 am this morning. I'm so sorry it's been a hot min since I uploaded. I really liked this concept tho! I found it when looking up date ideas for these headcanons.

Warnings: Fluff, Comfort, cute tooth rotting shit. Jake Lockely being a emotionally unavailable man, But also he has tears so. Don't worry you comfort him. No use of Y/N but it says "you" more often than typically in my writings. Established relationship, I also once again accidently wrote the most for Jake. Sorry, not sorry.

“You never what????” You stare at your boyfriend in shock and bewilderment. “I’ve never built a blanket fort.” He says back plainly with a shrug. You stand up abruptly and run to your shared ‘bedroom’ grabbing pillows and blankets running to the couch periodically to throw them down. “Come on,” you say as you grab his hand and drag him to help “we’re making a blanket fort *right now*”

Steven Grant:

Steven is so excited to get the chance to build a blanket fort with you

He also is extremely happy that you want to do it with him, I mean how can he not be? You’re adorable with how excited you are to share this moment with him.

He does what you ask, pinning blankets up over the loft and grabbing chairs to make into a cute little tent of blankets.

"Love, that's so many blankets."

He fidgets with his hands as you make the fort

He's a little nervous because he's out of his element with this,

"Come on!" you'd tug him inside with a smile and he would gladly follow

He smiles once he’s sitting inside of it with you all the blankets and pillows placed carefully around you both as you settle into the bed

“So this is what it’s like? It’s so comfortable”

He has the plushies from the museum, I don't make the rules. (I say as I quite obviously make the rules)

He would gently hold you as you both talked while sitting in the fort you built together.

Marc Spector:

he watches you very confused as to what is happening

“I mean we didn't exactly have an ideal childhood..”

you’d kindly stop what you were doing and hug him for a moment “I know, I know hon,” you’d say softly “now grab that blanket and follow me.”

He’d do as you’d say. Still very confused but willing to follow your lead

“Y’know we’re going to have to refold all of these right?” He tells you as you unravel the fifth blanket to complete the fort

You’d deadpan looking at him and he’d raise his hands in a fake surrender,

He’d help you when you needed it but mostly he has no idea what to do.

He’s just standing there, he’s out of his element and he doesn’t know how to help.

Marc said: 🧍‍♂️

Once you finish he looks at the fort then at you “soooo?”

You’d shove him towards the entrance (carefully of course.)

He’d crawl into the small space and you’d follow suite

He sits in the fort looking around at all the blankets and pillows you’d gathered for it

“I already have a pidgeon in my life you know.” He’d say sarcastically at you nodding to the nest like interior and you’d stick your tongue out at him

He’d laugh as he pulls you close “thank you,” he’d say quietly

“Of course,” you reply “you deserve the world. And also building forts is like the epitome of childhood.”

You’d rest against him relaxing in the comfort of your newly made fort.

He holds you close as you both chat away, cuddling till the sunsets.

Jake Lockley:

You yank his blanket away and run to the bedroom and he starts cursing in Spanish

“Oye! Bring that back! I was using it.”

He’d then stop in the space between the small kitchen and Gus’ tank and the entrance to his bed as he watched you pulling blankets from every spot you could find them

“The fuck you doin?” He’d ask as he puts his hands on his hips walking up to the edge of the bed slowly

“Fort.” You’d respond shortly

“The fucking hell does that mean??” This poor Spanish man has no clue what’s going on.

He takes his hat off and scratches his head as he watches you utterly confused.

I think Jake didn’t see much of any childhood, he doesn’t know what it’s like to have that whimsical imagination or the enjoyment of toys that the others did (even if their enjoyment was cut short they still experienced it a tad)

This makes him not even aware of the benefits of a good fort.

You’d pull the blankets up gently creating the perfect fort as you look back at him.

“Que?” He’d look between you and the fort several times

“Get in”

“You kidding me?”

“Get. In.” You’d walk over dragging him by his hand

“Jesus Christ! okay, okay!” He gets inside and immediately his eyes light up at the comfort

You watch with a smile as he adjusts himself in the pillows and blankets

Once he settled you get in beside him and bring a blanket over you both

“You like it..?” You’d ask

“Si, gracias, mi amor,” (yes, thank you, my love.)

You cuddle against him as you stare at the ceiling with him

I wonder if he’d cry at the idea of having someone who loves him this deeply to share pieces of their childhood because he didn’t get an ideal one. And he can’t believe that he’s loved in this way.

“Oh, baby..” you’d say wiping a stray tear away and kissing his cheek where it had been “it’s okay,” you’d whisper as you hold him close allowing him to express himself however he feels comfortable because this man is so emotionally cold that he probably has no clue how to express himself.

“Gracias.. gracias desde el fondo de mi corazón, gracias” (thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart, thank you.)

#moon knight headcanon #steven grant #steven grant headcanon #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector fluff #marc spector headcanon #marc spector x reader #jake lockely fluff #jake lockely x reader

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jellypopjoo · 5 months

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dazzling. (kim donghyun 김동현)

synopsis : one day while you’re staring at your beautiful boyfriend donghyun, you can’t help but compliment literally everything about him. he’s embarrassed, but that doesn’t stop your teasing rant.

genre : established relationship, fluff

warnings : none

wc : 0.5k

it had already been a few months since you met your boyfriend, donghyun. the very first time you laid eyes on him, you deemed him as the most beautiful person on earth. months later, you still think the same thing. you’re still in awe at his beauty.

“what’re you doing?” this very day, your boyfriend catches your stares.

“looking at you,” you don’t flinch even slightly, you don’t even look away. you’re still set on staring donghyun down.

“why?” he questions you, a puzzled expression present.

“because you’re beautiful,” you tell him bluntly.

“y/n, stop…” he looks away from you now, a small smile creeping behind his hand as he covers his face in embarrassment.

“sorry donghyun, but it really still baffles me. I can’t believe you’re this breathtaking, in fact!” you stop mid sentence, clutching your chest dramatically. “I stopped breathing.”

“it’s been months since you’ve met me and I still take your breath away?” he asks in a chuckle, in disbelief at your tacky statement.

“always,” you tell him. you grab at his hands until they’re clutched by yours. “just like the first time.”

“ahhhh, enough!” he tries pulling away, but his grip is no match for yours. he’s unable to hide the bright pink his face has gotten. all he can do is smile wide. “I think I’ve blushed enough.”

“hmmm… no,” you thought about it for a bit, before deciding now is a perfect time to really embarrass your boyfriend.

“oh god,” he braces himself, you taking a deep breath.

“kim donghyun, you’re the prettiest person ever,” you start off slow.

“y/nnnn,” and he can’t help but interrupt you. but that doesn’t stop you, your words continuing on.

“I can’t believe your eyes are as shiny as they are,” you end up leaning as close as you can, donghyun is practically cornered. “and who said you could having the most dazzling smile in the world?”

“oh my god,” he has nowhere to hide, all he can do is look down and squeeze his eyes shut tight as an escape.

“your features work so well together… and long hair is such a strong suit on you,” you continue on.

“please stop…” he can’t take it much longer, him shaking his head rapidly to drown you out.

“and most of all, I love you,” you conclude, saving your most important words for last.

“y/n,” he opens his eyes, finally looking to meet yours. his cheeks are still a dusty pink.

“not because you appear as beautiful as you are, but because of the way you are,” you stare back at his big shining eyes.

what ended up as you teasing your boyfriend made you realize it. you’re extremely down bad for him. you can’t help it as you throw your arms around him gently, pulling him into a close embrace. you feel his arms wrap around you shortly after as you nuzzle your face into his neck.

“you’re so kind and endearing, you’re the best person I know,” you whisper to him softly. “I want to know you forever.”

“y/n?” he speaks once more, pulling you two apart to face you.

“yes, gorgeous boy?” his cheeks never stop being pink, and now he’s wearing a small smile that matches yours.

“you better quit before I kiss you to shut you up,” his smile pulls to a smirk, his eyes never breaking from yours. now your cheeks start to match his.

“is that a promise, donghyun?”

#boynextdoor #leehan #boynextdoor leehan #donghyun #kim donghyun #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #boynextdoor x reader

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sendothetaurus · 19 days

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Scaramouche deserved better

This is kind of a hot take on chapter III of the archon quest.

I love theorizing and picking things apart, so please don't come for me bhfwlahwlxnfl.

It might be useful to have some knowledge about what has happened so far. (This post is very long, also SPOILERS)

Remember, this is an opinion, not a fact or an offence against anybody. This has nothing to do with the cn drama. This is just me nitpicking at the story lol

The erasure of Scaramouche’s past was unnecessary.

In hindsight, it is a repetitive plot line, already established with the “death” of Greater Lord Rukkhadevata. She ceased because she eliminated the forbidden knowledge and therefore stopped the withering in Irminsul. In context, her disappearance made sense. With Scaramouche, however, it doesn’t: All the carefully thought through occurrences, all the relationships and connections between characters are annihilated in the process of changing Scaramouche’s past. Did it matter that Ei left her almost literal son alone? No, because she doesn’t remember. Did it matter that Niwa and Mikoshi Nagamasa accepted and perhaps loved the Kabukimono? No, because they are long dead and they have forgotten that he even existed. Did it matter that he found out the truth about Dottore’s murder? No, because Niwa died in the furnace instead, or so everyone believes. Why let everyone forget he killed hundreds of swordsmiths only to retell the truth? It would have made more sense if it wasn’t even erased in the first place. The only thing remaining for the Wanderer is the agony that nobody remembers except for a chosen few and himself. If anything, he only brought suffering upon himself. In the end, a very huge part of character development is lost this way.

By erasing himself, Scaramouche didn’t achieve anything.

If he hadn’t forgotten himself, there would be no rescue arc for him. He hadn’t changed his mind about the Traveler at that point in the story. In Act III, Inversion of Genesis, The Night-Bird Falls at the Curtain's Call, Scaramouche specifically states:

“...Or maybe killing me is all you can think about? But if that's the case, why haven't you done it already? [...] Sometimes it's you using them, other times it's them using you. Most human relationships are this way... certainly all the stable ones are. That's how it was between me and the Fatui, and also between each of the Harbingers. So as long as you have some value to offer, nobody will ever abandon you. But after recent events, even I have to admit that I'm not worth quite what I used to be…”

What I take from this are three things: Scaramouche acknowledges the Traveler as a threat. He uses Nahida’s deal as a backup for his own safety because providing utility to others is what he defines as a stable relationship. He also accepts his position as inferior - for the time being. This is the start of the turning point.

The Wanderer later says in Act III, Inversion of Genesis, As Though Morning Dew:

“Even if I'm completely worthless, there's nothing in the world worth regretting. [...] Utility to others is what gives me worth. So if embracing my sins is what it takes to make me useful again, so be it. [...] Sorry if I have a slightly different perspective on things. [...] Well, whatever your reasons, you did me a favor, and I'll do everything I can to pay it back. [...] Borrowing and returning are the only real relationships between individuals. I'll balance the books one day, don't you worry.”

He didn’t change his view of relationships, as much is clear. This logically drives him to “repay the favor” the Traveler did for him. Fueled by his unchanging way of understanding a true and kind-hearted relationship, it sounds like the Wanderer just atones for his sins because someone (in this case Nahida; she concludes: “In all honesty, your past experiences have made you a useful asset to Sumeru and to me. Winning you over was indeed a part of my plan.”) wants him to. This again makes him a puppet to his circumstance, instead of empowering him to make the right choice on his own. His whole life, it was the circumstance that created the scornful being he became in the end (this is a reference to the three betrayals and his relationship with the Fatui). His will to be “of use” actually hindered him in finding a path that is not influenced by others. Him realizing this would be a satisfying and meaningful way to change the tides of the storyline and would carry an important message.

The existence of the Wanderer doesn’t make sense.

It is unclear how much control Scaramouche had over the creation of the Wanderer and if he was involved in the changes that were made around Teyvat. Irminsul has its limits on what it can and cannot change. Then again, I feel like the fact that he forgot himself was merely a catalyst for the current events, speeding up the pace for him to switch sides. Did the Wanderer just wake up the morning Paimon forgot about Scaramouche? How did he exit Irminsul if he forgot everything? Where do his clothes come from? Why was he in the wilderness when he woke up? We don’t know what life the Wanderer believed to have lived before regaining his memories, which is a major plot hole that could be filled in the future. But arguably the most jarring thing about the Wanderer is his personality.

What purpose does the character serve story-wise? For sure, it’s displaying a contrast between the two entities, the yin to the yang one could say. Maybe it’s meant as a “what could have been” or as an example for gratitude and affability, traits which Scaramouche never possessed. How can it be that someone so cruel and relentless carries something so pure at heart inside of him? If it hadn’t been for all the betrayals maybe this is what we would have gotten instead. It shows how the world changed Scaramouche when he felt powerless in the face of hardship. Which is why he defined his worth as the acknowledgement and utility to others - because he couldn’t find it within himself. Because he felt inferior to everything and everyone from his birth to his procession of achieving Godhood. And in the end, he lost everything but his body.

This consequently motivates the Wanderer to seek the truth about his past. Through him we get insight on both Scaramouche’s and Wanderer’s thoughts:

“I don't think I can judge everything I've heard purely in terms of right and wrong. Each choice a person makes belongs to a specific place and time, a chain of cause and effect... a cycle of karma and consequence. [...] I'm just a puppet, with no heart and no name. There is nothing in this world for me to cling to, to fill the void within me... except maybe these sins that can never be undone. [...] I've always believed that human lives follow a set of rules, with each person being a collection of past experiences. As a puppet living in the human world, my life is subject to the same rules. [...] I've lived with a void in my chest my whole life. My creator didn't need me, and ever since I awoke, I've just drifted from one place to the next. [...] I've always felt I have an innate tendency to yearn for something more, in a way that goes deeper than for most people... But for all my soul-searching as a shugenja, I've never fully understood it. Looking at it now, it seems that I brought this curse upon myself.”

This is the first and only time the Wanderer admits this to himself; that he was searching for something that ultimately led him to his demise. After regaining his memories, he reverts to his old self, as explained above. Even if it is a very clever way to make the character consistent throughout the story, I wished we would have seen some character development, especially of Scaramouche since he’s the one filling The Wanderers consciousness.

I thought about how it would be to remember two lifetimes in one body: Even if someone told you what you did in another life, would that change who you are now? Then what if you had memories of that other life inside you, would that erase the you that is currently existing? This is why I don’t agree with Nahida’s statement:

“If you accept that he is you, just as you are you, then yes - you are evil.”

It feeds into the fact that The Wanderer’s personality later resembles the one of Scaramouche. The Wanderer accepts that he is “evil” and has to “face the music”. Again, he takes responsibility for Scaramouche’s past because his will to be of utility to others presses him to do it. Clearly, in this moment he had the chance to turn his back on his past and instead live on as the more kind and benevolent version of himself. I would have liked to spend more time with the soft Wanderer, the one that was born with a pure “heart”, the one who learned to love instead of hate. It would have left a bitter-sweet feeling because he would be content like this, never truly understanding why he inflicted these cruel things on others.

Let's look at this from yet another perspective: What if Scaramouche wanted to forget about the deaths, the betrayals at the cost of losing the memory of his friends too? Wouldn’t that have been a far greater punishment? To know that you willingly wipe out every single last teardrop and every single spark of joy? On the other hand, I understand why other people would despise this ending because Scaramouche would never really have to feel any lasting consequence for what he did. He would just be “neutralized”.

The alternation of Irminsul’s records has differing effects.

The Doctor still did the experiments, so the results must be in his possession. Despite not knowing who he experimented with, The Doctor would still have knowledge of how to create a God. This can be concluded because Paimon accidentally broke a vase when she was worried about Scaramouche. After “changing” the past, the vase is still broken. This indicates that the general memory of everyone changed, however the world remained the same. All objects are still the way they were before the change occurred. This is an interesting concept of changing the past, but it doesn’t add up with what happens in the plot. After Scaramouche’s meddling with Irminsul’s records, the Traveler meets Aqaba and Sawada, whose research was altered in favor of erasing Scaramouche. However, this shouldn’t be possible according to what we learn at the end of the story when the mysterious voice talks to the Traveler.

“History does not change easily, but human hearts can. Believe your own eyes. Only that which you see is true. What is unseen is but an illusion.”

Irminsul can change what people believe, meaning knowledge and wisdom, not real objects, occurrences and consequences - is what I suspect. Regardless, the voice also says:

“Unfortunately, the fate of Teyvat cannot easily be changed. Perhaps a god may have a slim chance, but for anyone else... who can say. When a small animal runs into a tree trunk, though the tree may sway, it is not displaced. The same is true of fate. Like a vase that falls to the ground. Whether it is broken by a cat or by a bird, the result is still a broken vase, is it not?”

The statement is true to what happened when Scaramouche tried to rescue his friends so that they would survive Il Dottore’s attack. They died either way, despite the Kabukimono “not being there”.

The Doctor’s power remains unclear.

He himself admits while negotiating with Nahida:

“A long time ago, I made a major decision in hopes of preserving all my perspectives of how I observed the world. Observation is the first step of any experiment, but observing the current world doesn't satisfy me. It lacks an important dimension — that of time. So I saved "segments" of all my ages, and made them into independent individuals… [...] What you request of me is like plucking out the eyes I have placed in the dimension of time. [...] Besides, with my abilities, it's only a matter of time until I find better "perspectives." Perhaps it's best to say... you're just temporarily ahead.”

The Travel Log specifies:

“As Nahida closes her eyes, many voices enter her consciousness: Some are young, some are old, some are angry, and some are helpless... All of them are the voices of The Doctor's segments, each derived from him at a different age.”

From what I understand, the Doctor has created segments, that each are positioned in a specific point in time to keep an eye on certain events, and with whom he can communicate. Since the Doctor is able to see through time, it would be possible for him to relive the past without the interference of Irminsul, as it merely changes the memories of the people. For the Doctor it would be possible to recount the truth because he would see it with his own eyes. This is what makes his segments all the more dangerous to the fate of Teyvat. However, the Doctor clarifies that he can find other ways to watch time, and the annihilation of his segments just set him back temporarily. With that said, he’s one of a few people who are unaffected by alternation of Irminsul, just like the Descenders. The question is if he can control these segments to even change how some occurrences took place - which would give him the power to literally change the past. With this in mind, there is a possibility that Scaramouche could be able to save his friends. It would give him a reason to pursue the Doctor and to work together with the Traveler. It would be an interesting concept for them to acquire the Doctor’s power to go back in time and to see the real consequence. But for the Doctor to be able to “alter” fate, he must become a God himself. At least, this is what the mysterious voice tells the Traveler. Another possibility is for the Wanderer and the Traveler to encounter the God of Time or an equally powerful entity. However, this is just speculation.

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If you've read all this, thank you so much for your time ♥

#genshin impact #scaramouche #wanderer

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runninriot · 5 months

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written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles

Day 17

prompt: Platonic Stobin | words: 930 | rated: t | no cw | tags: best friends Steve & Robin, established Steddie, Steve's in crisis mode but Robin is there to help

Escape Plan

„What if we’re not gonna make it?“

Steve is pacing up and down the corridor, nervous hands tugging at his own hair, messing up the carefully styled mop. He’s been doing that for at least 15 minutes now. Steve is stressed.

Robin has tried everything to calm him down, to reassure him everything will be fine. But it’s like he’s not listening, or maybe he doesn’t hear her over his own anxious rambling.

She’s never seen him like that. On edge, yeah. Sometimes overly dramatic, too. But this, the way he’s freaking out right now? That’s new.

And see, she gets it. Today is the day. It all comes down to this one moment. Today they’ll define the rest of their lives. She knows everything will turn out right in the end. They’re destined to make it. There is absolutely no doubt about it but all of Steve’s worry is beginning to rub off on her.

“Steeeeve, please! You need to relax. You’re starting to freak me out. It’s alright. You’re alright! Jeez, babe, stop the- STEVE! STOP!”

Steve freezes when she yells at him, turns to look at her with teary eyes. It breaks her heart a little to see him like this.

“I don’t know if I can do this. What if- what if I fuck it up? What if it doesn’t work and one of us gets hurt? What if- hey! Why’re you smiling like that?”

Robin closes the distance between them, takes his hand in hers.

“Babe. I want you to take a deep breath and listen to me. You won’t fuck this up. There is no way in hell this won’t work out. You two have been through so much already, I don’t think there’s anything you couldn’t work through together.”

Steve huffs out a breath.

“But-“

Robin shushes him immediately. She’s not gonna give his doubts any more room, won’t let him spiral more than he already has.

“You are the best thing that could’ve ever happened to him and he knows that. He loves you more than anything in this world.”

Steve’s eyes light up just a little bit at her words, lips forming a tentative smile. But Robin can literally see the cogs in his brain turning. He’s not quite there yet.

“You know, if you don’t want to do this, just say the word and I’ll get you out of here. I’ll get the car ready and wait for you outside this window. We can run away together and start a new life somewhere like, Mexico, maybe. Or Canada.”

It’s meant as a joke, mostly. But truth is, she would do exactly that if he asked her to. She’d do just about anything for her favourite dingus.

Because Steve is her soulmate, her best friend, her family. Robin will forever be thankful for crossing paths with Steve all those years ago. Even after everything she got dragged into – going through literal hell, fighting monsters from another dimension, getting kidnapped and drugged by Russians, nearly dying more than once. She’d do all of it again if it meant to have Steve in her life. So wherever it’ll take him, she’ll follow. She’d leave everyone and everything behind if that’s what it took. They’re a package deal. You can’t get one without the other.

Eddie knows that, accepted it right from the start. He even came to her first, before proposing to Steve. Robin remembers how nervous he was.

“I love him so much, Robs. And I- I know it doesn’t necessarily need rings or- some stupid certificate as proof for anything but- I know he always dreamed about getting married. He gave that up by choosing me, accepted that he couldn’t have this as a man in love with another man. But now we can and- he deserves everything. I want to marry him. I’ll even take his name, I don’t care. I just- if things were different I’d ask his parents but since they’re out of the picture... Robin, can I ask Steve to marry me?”

She remembers their shared tears of joy. Remembers the secret plotting. Remembers Steve’s face when Eddie dropped to one knee and revealed the black velvet covered box holding the ring. Remembers how happy Steve was.

Robin knows that hasn’t changed. He’s just-

“I get that you’re scared, Steve. This is a huge step. But you’ve been together for so long now; you know exactly what you’re getting yourselves into. He wouldn’t have asked you to marry him if he wasn’t sure about this. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you. To love and to hold and to fuck nasty on the kitchen floor.”

Robin grins, wiggles her eyebrows teasingly, and finally she can see the tension in his shoulders ease. Steve barks out a laugh, loud and unrestrained, and it fills Robin with all the happiness of the world.

“Just remember, today changes nothing about your relationship. It’s just a little bonus, the cherry on top.”

“Thank you, Robs.”

Robin pulls Steve into a tight hug, holds him for a minute or two until there’s a knock on the door.

“Ready?” she asks.

Steve takes another deep breath.

“Ready.”

“Let’s go make Eddie a honest man, then. Shall we, Mr Munson?”

Robin knows that everything will be fine. That Steve and Eddie will get their happy ever after because they're in love and nothing can tear them apart. But just in case, just to be sure, she checks for the passport in her purse and the car keys in her blazer pocket.

#steddieholidaydrabbles #prompt platonic stobin #robin buckley #steve harrington

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gemini-care-barr · 5 months

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⚠️ Spoilers for World’s Finest: Teen Titans #5 ⚠️

On the subject of team books and friendships/teams in superhero comics in general…

So, I just read the latest issue (#5) of Mark Waid and Emanuela Lupacchino’s World’s Finest: Teen Titans series and I gotta say it has made me realize what I’ve been missing for a while in comics:

I. need. more. STRIFE!!!

I need more characters fighting and tearing into each other in the meanest ways! And NOT because they hate each other or are on opposite ends of the good/evil spectrum, but because people fight! They disagree! They get frustrated and they take it out on the people around them! And then when the pain of changing FINALLY becomes outweighed by the pain of staying the same: people GROW. They become better. They see how the ways that they were acting and the things they were thinking were tearing them apart and they come together against and despite that strife. And no, that doesn’t make things perfect, there will (and should) still be inner conflict and butting of heads, but that only guarantees more change and more growth because no one is constant and no one should be. The only constants are change, and, with a good team, each other.

And by God, this issue, and this series really, has shown that perfectly. Over the past few issues, we’ve seen the perfect dynamics of the team getting ever so slowly chipped away. Starting with Roy very understandably getting mad at Dick for not sharing his secret identity with the team which was promptly “fixed” in a way that we all knew wouldn’t last. Then we’ve seen Garth and Donna’s relationship on the rocks almost from the get-go because unfortunately shared circumstances just isn’t always enough for two people to base an entire relationship on when their similarities and compatibility basically stop there. We also have Karen bringing in a new guy and not really having too many close relationships with the already established team. And finally, we have Roy’s personal struggles with his father figure being aired out and almost ridiculed by the other kids who just don’t know how to help him. Oh, and of course we also have Wally who comes from an almost perfect superhero sidekick background (special thanks to my guy, Barry Allen, no doubt 😜) which unfortunately makes him a little too loving and lighthearted in the eyes of some of the team and is also seemingly pretty unequipped for dealing with their levels of dysfunction (can we really blame him? No, we can’t, and we really shouldn’t, he’s literally the most functional member of the team outside of maybe some of his judgement of Roy). And all these problems have (inevitably) finally resulted in a lot of in-fighting. In-fighting that has now utterly crippled them, but hopefully not for long as the final page shows Dick’s willingness to change when he goes against Bruce’s rules of secrecy and finally reveals his true identity to the team. I’m hoping this means that they’ll set aside their differences and start working as a team again, rallied around their now unmasked-to-them leader, but I have a feeling that waiting so long to finally reveal himself to the team may carry some consequences of its own for Dick.

Regardless, I’m excited to see some more deliciously grounded, well-written, and much-needed personal conflict in comics again. Not to artificially further a plot or build fluff drama, but to evolve characters and relationships alike.

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moonlight-sonata99 · 1 year

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The 3 Kisses

Tech x Reader

Warnings; established relationship, Jealous reader! not proofread cause im hella tired rn, a little OOC!!

A/N: IM DEDICATING THIS SHT TO JUST KISSING TECH CAUSE I WANNA CHALLENGE MYSELF, Im scared omfg. Also i learned that his device is called a data pad DONT @ ME IM STOOPID-

First order of business

I don't think tech would initiate kissing first

You have to-

sorry but that how it is TT

it definitely doesn't mean he dislikes it though.

Tech has his own way of doing things, and his own ways of showing affection.

And when you do finally kiss, He tenses up.Alot.

some part of me also thinks he literally squeezes his eyes shut.

First kiss

“a-are you sure this is okay...?” you mutter as tech’s chest pressed against yours, feeling his heart race he slowly nods his fingers fiddling with his goggles. You mumble a “okay” placing a hand on his cheek and slowly leaning closer to him. Your heart pounded an you felt a little excited, You two had told each other you liked each other.However,Since then you two hadn't done much about it. Making you believe that maybe it never happened.That you dreamed it somehow. But now you are here your lips hovering over his, You feel his lips that were barely opened brush against your. The hand that was on his cheek lowers to stay on his chest and you slowly push you lips against him, As if he wasn't already he tensed up even more as you slowly moved your lips against his that were still, Very still.

Second kiss

“Brown eyes...” you growled to yourself as you exited cids office with the gang as they followed Phee, You turned your head to look at teach who was in front of you looking at his data pad.

“Tech” you called out to him, He stopped and turned to look at you,.

“What is it?” he inquired lowering the data pad,

“Come” you state grabbing his wrist lightly and dragging him out and into th dark alleyway near the bar.

“The other are right ov-”

“Yes yes i know..” you sigh out as you let go of his arm and turn to look at him.

“What is it?” he asks again, looking at you.

“That lady was flirting with you, didn't you notice?” you blurt out as his eyes widen slightly

“No,Even if she did i wouldnt matter.” he replies,as you nod your head

“Your right..Sorry..” you mumble rubbing your arm sheepishly, You then look up at him expectantly.

“What?”

“Can i..?” you trail off gesturing to your lips, His eyes always opened when you asked this,

a “Oh” flies out of his mouth as his fingers tips began to fiddle with his goggles.

“Of course.” He states putting his data pad in his pocket as you approached him and wrapped your arms around him,At first he hesitated but he lightly put a hand on you back as you hugged him for a while.

“she was right tho,You really do have pretty eyes. “ You cut the silence with your muffled voice in his shoulder.

“Do i?” He inquired

“Yes.” you say pulling back slightly and touching his goggles, his eyes followed your fingertips as they danced across his vision. You grabbed the strap keeping them in place and lifted them up.

The world now looked fuzzy for tech,

“My glas-”

“You’ll get them back don't worry” you cooed placing them on your right hand and using your left hand to place on his cheek, Your thumb slowly brushing it.

“I do feel the need to remind you,The group might be waiting for us” Tech interrupts your admiring.

“Alright alright..” you sigh wit a smile on your face.

“Let me just..” you trail on and give him a quick peck on hips lips and place his goggles back on head,

“Lets go shall we?” you say beginning to walk ahead of him and back to the gang.

Third kiss

“Oh my god...i think he's going to make it” You stare at the pad in omegas hand in amazement.

‘hes so handsome when he's in his element..’ you think as you keep your eye on him during the race,

“OOH!HE MIGHT MAKE IT!!” you exclaim leaning over the ledge in an effort to see through the cloud of dust, as wrecker and omega watch next to you invested in the race.

A speeder rushes through the finish line and the crowd roars

“And the winner is...Tech!!!”

“Yes!!tech!!” omega,wrecker and yourself scream out loud, and run to him.

“You did it!!” omega exclaimed and ran to tech as he too ff his helmet ad looked at the small girl

“You sound surprised” he states and looks to wrecker who screams yes

“We thought you were a goner!” he laughs as you run up to tech

“Tech that was amazing!!!” you exclaimed hugging him, In your excitement you place a little kiss on lips and the crowd lets out a little “ooh~”

Your cheeks warm up “Oh my god im so sorry!” you blurt out fumbling over your words as tech fiddles with his glasses.

“It is alright,” he states and looks at you.

“If may,” he adds placing a hand on your chin and softly kisses your lips, and pulling away. He turns his head to the crowd whos now shouted his name and cheering.

Leaving you a stuttering hot mess:)

#tech x reader #tbb tech #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x you #the bad batch tech x reader #the bad batch x reader #thebadbatchtech #the bad batch x you

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beatificwrites · 1 year

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—WOUNDED

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x gn!jedi!reader

word count: 1k

content: established relationship, typical stars wars sci-fi violence

you and i against the world type energy!!

a/n: my first anakin fic! tbh, i feel like the end is a lil unnecessary but whatever

The news of you and Skywalker being together was out. Enemies of the Jedi and those who feared how powerful he would become, were now officially out for him too.

You were oblivious, inside the luxurious Coruscant apartment that you and Anakin shared and he had yet to return from Palpetine’s rescue mission when two Sith droids broke in recklessly and attempted to take you out.

The Sith that sent them hoped to evoke anger within Anakin so that he would eventually become one with the dark side. Luckily, you managed to stop the droids before they could do any real damage. However, you suffered two blaster shots to the shoulder.

You fell asleep, tired of staying up for him. It was late and you were sure that he wasn’t supposed to be taking this long. Nonetheless, you fell into a deep sleep before you sensed the droids just in time.

You reached your hand out and the lightsaber flew into your grasp. You got up, swung a few times, and sliced the first droid in half. You dodged the blasts coming from the second droid before swinging another few times then finally slicing the its parts off.

You put the lightsaber back into its place. You were out of breath when you flopped backwards onto the bed then winced in pain when you remembered your shoulder was still injured. You slowly sat back up and tried to think where the bacta spray was last placed.

Then, you heard Anakin come in. “Perfect timing” you thought. “Ani, get in here!” you called out from the bedroom.

“Well, hello to you too.” He joked before walking in and almost immediately noticing your shoulder that was deteriorating by the second. “What the hell happened here?” There was panic in his voice as he took a look at the shards of glass and pieces of droid on the floor.

“I was attacked but it’s alright I had it under control.” You explained as he quickly made his way out the room to get the bacta spray.

“This doesn’t look like under control to me.” He said your name. He sat down next to you on the bed then cautiously pressed down on the spray. You hissed as the warm bacta touched your skin.

“This should slow down the damage until I take you to a Jedi healer.” He looked into your eyes giving you a half worried half stern look.

“I swear I had it under control. I was literally asleep when I got hit, then I took them out.” You explained again.

“This had to be Count Dooku’s doing. The Chancellor was right; I was right to kill him.” He sighed as he took out the large bandage.

He then stuck it onto your shoulder, the vaporizing already beginning to slow down. You smiled before giving him a peck on the cheek as your thank you.

“How the hell did he even figure out where we lived? That I’m with you?” You asked as he helped you lay down.

“I don’t know. Somebody must’ve told.” He figured.

“But who? We haven’t told anybody about us yet.” You sighed too.

“I don’t know, but whoever who it was will have to pay the price. We have to be more careful from now on too.” He got off the bed to take off his robe before laying down next to you again.

“Yes, of course. I wish they could just let us be, y’know?”

“In this universe, the price of love doesn’t come easy.” He looked at you earnestly.

You tried to move in closer towards him without hurting yourself.

You turned onto your side that wasn’t injured and got comfortable.

“I’ve got you.” He said while wrapping his arm around you and holding you close.

“Years ago, when we vowed ourselves to each other, we promised nothing would ever come between us. It certainly won’t now.” He reassured.

“You’d kill anyone that would try. We’d kill anyone that would try.” You joked but deep down you knew it was true.

He let out a soft chuckle before saying, “I’d cross all the star systems and back just for you.”

He gave you his warm smile and your lips curved up too.

“This is worth all the fighting and the blaster shots in the universe.” You said sluggishly, almost drifting to sleep.

You both stayed like this for a while; not saying anything and just looking into each other’s eyes for a bit.

You hadn’t seen each other in so long, you had to take in his looks. He studied your facial features, he was so infatuated with you.

He felt himself wanting to hold you forever until he suddenly remembered the serious condition you were in.

“I should take you to a healer now. The more time we waste, the worse it gets.” He said with haste as he started getting up.

“Noooo, stay here with me, Ani.” you whined and grabbed his hand.

“You’re going to die if I don’t take you now. You won’t sustain these injuries.” He explained to you.

You obviously knew he was right, but right now all you could think about was being held by him after not seeing him for so long.

He threw his robe back on before coming around to the other side of the bed to carry you out. He slowly wrapped his arms around you and carefully picked you up bridal style, making sure not to hurt you.

“Is this okay?” he looked at you as he asked.

“Yes, I’m fine.” you nodded.

From there, Anakin took you to the jedi temple, where the halls of healing were located. The place was quiet and you two luckily slipped past no one.

You had already fallen into deep by the time you reached the healer. Nevertheless, you were injected with a sedative then given a mask over your face before being placed into the bacta tank.

It was going to take some time, but he didn’t mind waiting. All that mattered was your wellbeing.

He couldn’t help but think of his mom; he wished he was as quick to save her as he was with you. He shook the thoughts out of his head and sat patiently in the room, hoping you would come out okay.

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WHY I LIKE GLASS JOE A LOT

I promised a lot of information about why I like Glass Joe so I wrote this in an hour with no plan, no proof reading, completely improvised. If I planned this it would probably be WAY longer lol but I'll spare you all the pain of that. SO. ENJOY MY REASONING.

Glass Joe. Glass Joseph. Fragile Joey. It’s a name that’s been uttered for centuries in many different forms, given many different explanations. Critics, theorists, philosophers alike have carved away at their lives trying to solve the answer to the universe's greatest question. And that is:

Glass Joe, good why?

I can answer that, absolutely.

HEY I LOVE GLASS JOE A LOT IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW THAT ALREADY JUST GOTTA ESTABLISH THAT HAHAHA OKAY LETS GO. SHOUTOUT TO THE FUCKING RTGAME PUNCHOUT VIDEO YOU DID THIS TO ME.

POINT 1: HE IS HANDSOME.

I swear to God this man was hand-crafted by the hands of an incomprehensible deity because HOW is he this flawless. He’s 5’10, great height honestly I’m 5’3 I don’t want to be dating a skyscraper you know. He’s a skinny bastard but that’s okay, more on that later. His hair, oh my goodness gracious, lord above, help me Jesus. HIS HAIR. IS SO GOOD. If you put that skateboard ramp ass hairstyle on literally any other character they would look like a dumbass, but here, on this man alone, it’s the most delicately poised series of ginger strands I ever did see.

His hair looks SO soft. It’s unbelievable. It’s such a lovely shade of auburn with hints of burgundy. It must smell like cinnamon. He must take great care of it. A real Head and Shoulders, coconut oil, double wash kinda guy. A real bougie kinda guy. Yeah he’s not great physically in SPORT terms but in PUBLIC terms he’s absolutely stunning and stronger than anybody else. I wanna run my fingers through his silky locks so bad it’s insane and to understand this desire I’ll have to be strapped down and operated on. DONATE MY BRAIN TO SCIENCE GO AHEAD. THEY NEED IT.

Not to mention it is SO fun to draw. SO SO SO FUN. Maybe I’m just lucky it’s such a wacky and dynamic hairstyle it transfers quite well into my artstyle, but it’s so fun. It’s easy, it’s fast, it creates an absolutely iconic silhouette, I love colouring it because it’s so damn pretty and ginger/red is such a broad colour scheme that can be put into a gradient so well (i love doing gradients with hair cause i hate when its just a block of colour). Nobody could understand the sheer joy i get putting that dumbass ahoge between the bridge of his fringe and the rest of his hair. That little ‘ right at the top ITS SO FUN. i love him his hair is great.

His face. Carved like the works of the finest artest. He’s a canvas of quality that can rival Van Gogh, for god sake. He’s got the jawline of a man on a lifelong mewing streak, STOP IT HE’S SO GORGEOUS I CANT EVENNNN. He is seriously so good looking. His eyes, the little pink-tinted eyebags that show he doesn’t need sleep because he’s so hardcore on caffeine, his gorgeous big ol nose i wanna kiss so bad, his super dynamic chin i wanna kiss so bad, his face i wanna kiss so bad. I wanna kiss him so bad. He is genuinely such a beautiful man its stunning, im literally a lesbian but if they somehow brought glass joe into the real world looking exactly how he does in those GOD DAMN CUTSCENES OOOOO i’d be bisexual so fast it’s crazy. He’s just that great. He’s got that power. I love his nervous little grin and the little creases on his face, cause he’s OLD AND SENILE. He’s 38 for god sake he shouldn’t look this good and sure, you can see his age slipping in a little with the eyebags and the wrinkles but that only ADDS to how stupidly divine he is in appearance. Stop that handsome man officer!! He’s breaking the laws of BEAUTY. GIVE IT TO MEEEEE. MEEEE.

His fashion sense although odd (ive never actually seen anyone wearing red trousers) just works. It wouldnt work on anyone else but it works on HIM. this is a theme. THINGS DONT WORK ON OTHER PEOPLE BUT THEY WORK ON JOE HE’S SO COOL LIKE THAT. his turtleneck kills me its so good it highlights what little figure he has and it contrasts his red hair so well cause its a really deep blue. SIGH. i wish. I have a turtleneck thats exactly the same but let me tell you i dont even breath the same air of fashion that he breathes. He’s so far ahead of the game he’s on an entirely different runway. He is not gonna sashay away anytime soon. On a constant shante. Unstoppable.

POINT 2: HE EMBODIES HIS CULTURE WELL.

Cats out of the bag, joe is a french stereotype. But. and dont quote me here. I find it very admirable HOW he is a french stereotype. Because he kind of.. Isn’t? He uses the characteristics of that stereotype sure, but he doesn’t engage with them the same way an actual french stereotype would. He likes coffee, he likes bread, he loves France like its his child, sure. But he doesnt have a twirly moustache, he doesnt wear a beret, he doesnt galavant around in black and white mime clothing. Even if that would be funny yknow it just wouldnt be as good.

His admiration of coffee and bread is so relatable cause hell, I LIKE BREAD AND CAFES AND STUFF! He needs that coffee to keep him going you dont understand. If he misses a dose of caffeine he’ll deflate like the pyramids did in despicable me 1. He’ll be a puddle on the floor, he’ll quite literally cease to exist. Coffee is his golden idol, his hand of midas, his treasure. He has great willpower (more on that later) but coffee is that secret weapon he uses to push him just a little bit further. Plus he just thinks it tastes good and is happy to express that, you cant blame the guy for that. A good drink is a good drink. Even though i dont like coffee he’s so happy with it i respect it. He makes things i dont like respectable. Thats whats so real to me. What a goat. As for bread, bread is just great. Baguettes are yum. All the french bread i know about is usually close to white bread and autism behold thats like the only bread i can bear to eat so its alright with me man. You can go to joes house and he will have one of those fancy bread cupboards. He’ll pull out baguettes like he’s at a renaissance fair and they have a sword shortage. He’s on the case. You will NOT leave his house on an empty stomach. Like a very caring grandma, he will get you fed with the most immaculate 5 star meal you ever did eat. French food is great and theres no doubt about that, thats why he loves FOOD. I TRUST HIM. HE KNOWS WHATS GOOD. if mr glass joe turned around to me and said ‘broken glass is good food’ you bet your ass id be smashing windows and munch munch crunching all day long.

Maybe his admiration of his country is a little over the top to some. You know the french landmarks in the back of his cutscenes, the ‘vive le france’ and singing the national anthem. But no. i dont think its excessive, i think its passionate. This is undeniably a man that is SO passionate about his culture and the lifestyle he’s grown up around, he’s not afraid to express it to other people until they cant stand it anymore. He’ll take as many hits as he needs to in the name of france. He is an embodiment of everything endearing about being foreign, honestly. An extreme love for the things his country has: food, landmarks, fashion, language, culture. EVERYTHING IS ON HIS LIST. NOTHING IS LEFT OUT. HE LOVES FRANCE AND I LOVE HIM. YES SIR!! VIVE LE FRANCE!! YES!!!

Also he single-handedly convinced me to start learning french. I seriously didnt care about it before but after i started to like him more and really get into punchout i downloaded duolingo and i still have a streak going AND im actually convinced to try hard in my french lessons and exams because yknow.. I want this fictional french guy to be proud of me. :]

POINT 3: HE IS DETERMINED.

OHHHHHH BOY. okay right im gonna get inspirational here. Play some dramatic orchestral music or something.

The thing about Glass Joe is that he never. Gives up. Never. There is nothing in the world you could do to this man that could possibly stop him from boxing. They call Kaiser a fighting machine but boy have they not seen Joe. once that man stepped into the ring for the first time, he’d found a second home, and i think thats evident. 100 times this man has fallen down, brushed it off and gotten right back up. He’s had hardships, ups, downs, tumbles, falls. But everytime, no matter what, he’s back on his feet and ready to try again. And there is something so admirable and inspirational about that kind of approach being written into a CHARACTER THAT IS MEANT TO BE A FRENCH STEREOTYPE. ‘GHHHH FRENCH PEOPLE ALWAYS SURRENDER ACSHUALLY’ SHUT UP!! NOT THIS ONE!! I like to think Joe’s motto is ‘never surrender’. Yes he’s a little self aware how ironic it is thats hes french and doing all this but shhh. He knows whats hes doing and he’s happy to do it. Because like ive said again and again, theres nothing that can stop him. 100 kos, 200 kos, 300, 400… you keep cranking that number up and he’ll keep cranking the punches. Keep those lights up, keep those gloves on, you knock Joe down and eventually, no matter how long it takes, he’s back for more.

Now dont misinterpret that, he’s not a masochist like aran ryan, no sir-ee. He doesnt enjoy losing, nobody does. But the thing is he pushes past that disappointment and those hardships because he knows that eventually, if he keeps on going, things are going to change. He knows that if he lays down the gloves and walks away, there’s no possibility of succeeding. You could drop Joe off on the other side of the world and just like that immortal snail, he’s gonna find a way back. Even if it takes forever. Cause he is weak but determined, he isn’t threatening but relentless, he is stoppable but unstoppable. Glass joe has the strongest will out of any character i know. Cause if any of my other favourites went through 100 whopping losses like he did, they’d retire on a tropical island and never interact with the world again. But not joe. Never joe. My king.

POINT 4: HE IS ENDEARING.

THIS GUY IS SO DAMN CHARMING IT MAKES ME WANT TO EXPLODE INTO CONFETTI AND GLITTER AGHHHHH.

Come on. How can you look at his smile, his lovely little, subtle smile with those shy old eyes, and not immediately fall in love with him. He’s got some many little subtle things. Like the way his pupils dart around or his little sway back and forth when he’s knocked out or the way he bounds back and forth on his legs like an old-timey guy about to have a squabble. The way his mouth goes :0 so very subtly when he’s breathing. The way he always looks either shocked beyond repair, completely zooted or very confused. It’s all so perfect. IT’S ALL THESE THINGS THEY MAKE HIM BRILLIANT.

Im seriously looking for scraps here but i love finding meaning in otherwise meaningless things. I love analysing every detail until there is literally nothing else i could possibly say about it. He is perfect for this.

His fucking VOICE. OHHH MY GOD. it was so damn funny the very first time i heard his voice, because honestly it feels deliberate how they put his humble cutscenes before his first bit of dialogue so you expect this soft-spoken kinda light-voiced french guy only to be greeted with CHRISTIAN BERNARD’S DEEP ASS VOICE. OHHH KILL ME HE SOUNDS SO HANDSOME I WANNA SINK INTO THE FLOOR AND CRY WITH JOY. i wouldnt even mind if he was a soft-spoken light-voiced french guy but they really had to amp it up a little and give this lowly frenchman the most eloquent unnecessarily deep and silky voice ever. HE DIDNT NEED THAT. BUT THANK YOU FOR GIVING HIM THAT NINTENDO CAUSE ITS ONE OF HIS GREATEST QUALITIES. Plus french is just a really fun language to listen to. I could honestly sit listening to joe’s voicelines on repeat for hours on end and be fine with it. They’re so good. He’s so beautiful sounding. Its absolutely hilarious considering his voice in comparison to appearance. COME ON!!! AAHAHHGGHGHGHGHGHGHGHAGHGHS I LOVE CHRISTIAN BERNARDS VOICE I WISH I COULD HEAR HIM SPEAK IN ENGLISH. I NEED MORE OF HIS VOICE. AGGGGGHHHHH.

POINT 5: WHATEVER ELSE

I erm i erm i just wanna say i love joe so much. The way he’s constructed, appearance, personality, physicality, dialogue, culture inspiration, story. EVERYTHING about him is just so cool and fun to think about and in my head it all weaves perfectly together to create the best character in all of fiction. It has now been over 2 unapologetic years of me yapping on about this guy. Whether it be his canon self and the things he does or the fanon version of him thats ive sourced from other peoples awesome HC’s or forged from my own lore. Any excuse i get, i talk about joe. Because it is so utterly fun. Yeah, he’s not the only boxer i love!!! Not at all!! I have several other favourites persay, but on the punch-out tier list joe is so good he has his own category thats about 4 ranks higher than what S rank is. And that is deserved.

He loves his culture, he never gives up, he’s arguably a weakling and an absolute screwup but he never lets that get in his way because of her persistent he is, he’s gorgeous, he’s cool, he’d be a great friend, dad, boyfriend, husband, EVERYTHING. He’s got a weird hairstyle and weird fashion sense but somehow he looks great with it. He beat NICK BRUISER CANONICALLY?!?! He’s french, he’s ginger, which in a joking sense makes him the worst but against all odds he is the best. The french are lucky to be represented by him because he’s so utterly and unapologetically awesome and cool and fun and nice and inspiring and all that jazz. There is not a single thing that could stray me away from the path of Joe. my lore for him is SO deep. My admiration for him is INFINITE. Ive read through his wiki a pagillion times. Ive beaten him over 80 times in-game simple because i like seeing him so much and.

Well. i have entire shrine dedicated to him. let me know if you wanna see that....

#punch out wii #punch out #glass joe

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Everything GREAT about RWBY Volume 7 that Volume 8 Completely Ruined (A Retrospect / Salty Opinion)

You can disagree with me if you like, but everything below is 100% canon :)

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V7: Maiden Powers recognize Penny as a “real girl” even though she’s a robot and has the aura of a man (her father) - an incredible subversion of the Pinocchio trope that validates Penny and sets up her journey as a Maiden

V8: Penny is turned human against her will and DIES (again), the powers transfer to someone else - copy/paste of Pinocchio

V7: Salem is moments away and fast approaching, so the heroes have literal SECONDS to come up with a plan before she invades Atlas. Salem arrives at the end of the season, ready to strike

V8: Salem WAITS in her whale and doesn’t attack right away, completely retconning the urgency and stakes at the end of Volume 7

V7: Ruby, Blake(?), and Nora want to help Mantle the whole Volume. Team RWBY is angry Ironwood is leaving Mantle behind and want to do something about it - have no plan but are willing to try anyway (very noble but naive)

V8: Ruby abandons Mantle in episode 1 and steals Ironwood’s idea for Amity, Blake and Nora go with her. Yang helps out in Mantle for one episode before abandoning it (everyone abandons Mantle, Salem doesn’t even attack Mantle)

V7: The Staff can only be used for one purpose at a time and if someone else uses it, the previous creation will disappear, foreshadowing that Atlas will inevitably fall and Salem will get the Relic. Ironwood establishes the Staff is keeping Amity up and that the Gravity Dust is a cover-up story for the public

V8: Gravity Dust is apparently holding up Atlas anyway so they have time to use the Staff and evacuate people before it crashes. Team RWBY PURPOSEFULLY destroy a whole continent and takes the Relic out of the Vault for no reason (they do Salem's job for her)

V7: Ironwood wants to save all of Atlas’s citizens, Mantle citizens already evacuated, TWO RELICS = saving Remnant (keeping them away from Salem), and a Maiden. Wants to save who he can in the VERY short time he can, knows that in war there are consequences and you cannot save everyone. They cannot beat Salem so why risk his entire city/two Relics in a battle he knows he cannot win? (Salem is immortal). A HERO/war veteran who recognizes the cost of war

V8: Ironwood kills his own citizens for no reason, threatens to bomb his own city for no reason AFTER Salem is already defeated, and only cares about the “plot of land” that Atlas is on, the upper class, and technology. Turned into a one-dimensional antagonist because he disagrees with the protagonists

V7: Ironwood sacrifices his own arm to successfully stop a bad guy in the greatest act of heroism the show has ever seen (“Hero” plays in the background)

V8: Ironwood "losing limbs represents him losing his humanity" and how he “has sacrificed everyone else”. Now has a Semblance that he cannot control that can potentially control his mind against his will (never brought up and can be attributed to mental health)

V7: Ruby VS Ironwood - different ideologies on how to save people, but neither of them are wrong. Will they come together and stop their common enemy (Salem), or give-in to fear and become divided? No right or wrong answer - complicated, morally grey, trolley-problem

V8: Ruby denounces Ironwood to the world as she preaches about being united, Ironwood is the big-bad of the season and dies a villain while Salem is right there (common enemy). Team RWBY’s way of thinking was right all along even though they only came up with a plan after Salem was defeated and ended up evacuating anyway, the same thing Ironwood wanted to do from the beginning. Do not acknowledge the parallels between them and how team RWBY did more harm than good - Ren tries to bring this up but is later forced to apologize and treated as wrong even though he was spitting straight facts

V7: Ruby lies to Ironwood and gets called out for it, arrested and loses Ironwood’s trust (immediate consequences of her actions). Ruby did the same thing Ozpin did (lie with good intentions), which they got mad at him for but now she is put in his shoes - start of some great character development for Ruby!

V8: Ruby’s lie is never brought up again and there are no long-term consequences for her actions. She gets away scott-free and never admits to her mistakes. Ruby never realizes that she did the same thing Ozpin did and shows no empathy toward him, makes OZPIN apologize to them while Emerald (a bad guy) sits on the steps and watches that happen

V7: Ruby is put in the same position as Ironwood - who can you save in the short amount of time you have ? Has to learn what it truly means to be a leader in a time of war

V8: Ruby sits and drinks tea for half the Volume wondering what to do and then destroys an entire continent on purpose and loses two Relics in the span of two days - does not acknowledge that Ironowod had a point

V7: Salem cannot be beaten, how will they fight her and her Whale?

V8: Oscar blows her and the Whale up half-way through the Volume after Salem does absolutely nothing the whole season. Ozpin now has a magical bomb in his staff he could have used any time

V7: There is NO WAY to save everyone

V8: The Staff has the power to do literally anything so let's create portals to get everyone out

V7: Vacuo is the next target

V8: Team RWBY dump the entire population of Atlas and Mantle into Vacuo, causing a refugee crisis with the knowledge that Salem is heading there next (Emerald knows this and is on their side now, she would have told them)

V7: Ironwood instantly trusts team RWBY with his entire plan, gives them back the Relic, gives them their huntsman licenses. Meanwhile the girls do not trust their allies (good-guys) and lie to them and go behind their backs and betray their trust - a good message on trust the girls will eventually have to learn

V8: Trust Emerald and tell her everything about their plan, trust Hazel with the password to the Lamp. “Trust is a risk” now after they didn’t trust a GOOD GUY for an entire Volume (hypocrites)

V7: Qrow is indirectly responsible for Clover’s death but takes it out on Ironwood in his anger, wants to fight Ironwood and probably kill him in rage. Probably lets himself be arrested so he can get closer to Ironwood

V8: Qrow gets over his grudge and never confronts Ironwood (we all wanted this to happen right?) after sitting out in prison the whole Volume. Doesn't seem to care that his nieces are out there facing Salem as he's in jail

V7: One question left in the Lamp, but they cannot summon Jynn unless they actually have a question this time (via. Volume 6)

V8: Oscar shows Jynn to Hazel and Emerald, and she lets them go without asking a question

V7: Weiss’ mother tells her not to forget about her brother

V8: Weiss sticks a sword in her brother’s face and only thanks him after he proves himself useful

V7: Fall of Beacon 2.0 promised

V8: Battle of Atlas lasts one episode while the girls drink tea and watch it happen, none of the main characters (or villains for that matter) take part in the battle (it is pushed to the background)

V7: Salem vs Ozpin epic fight/reunion approaching

V8: Salem and Ozpin say two sentences to each other and do not discuss their pasts and/or fight (Oscar is the one who fights Salem)

V7: Amity is NOT finished so they cannot get a message out

V8: Amity IS finished it just needs more dust to launch

V7: Oscar is separated from the group at the end of V7, will the heroes get to him before Salem does??

V8: The heroes instantly find Oscar in the first few minutes of Volume 8, but then Salem gets him anyway (what was the point)

V7: Every single bad-guy ALIVE in the show is present at the end of the Volume

V8: Mercury and Tyrian leave half-way through the Volume after doing nothing, Ironwood is now the main villain even though Salem is right there. Ruby never comes face-to-face with Salem.

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Volume 7 was (still is?) my favorite Volume. It wasn't perfect, it had flaws, but for what it's worth it gave us an INCREDIBLE set-up for what should have been the best Volume ever (Volume 8). I was beyond excited when Volume 8 came out - we were going to see legendary fights! Ruby was going to get some much-needed character development. But instead, the show completely fumbled the ball HARD, ignored everything amazing it had established the previous Volume, and completely buffered every theme, fight, character, and story-line it had going for it. :( As a fan, and as a Screenwriting Major, this is just disappointing. I'm more sad than I am angry, and this leads me to believe that everything I loved about Volume 7 was created by accident.

#rwde #I spent too much time on this and for what?#did I miss anything #I will forever be salty #send help

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Okay I actually am very proud of Carlos and I’m happy for all the Carlando girlies BUT PLS someone needs to write an angsty Landoscar fic about this weekend, like

Newly established Landoscar, maybe they started dating this season and they’re just so in love okay like Lando knows Oscar’s it for him and vice versa but they haven’t confessed that to each other because they’re both afraid it would scare the other one off

Backstory is that Lando used to have a crush on Carlos but Carlos never reciprocated, and Lando realized it was more of a hero crush than anything serious. Anyway Oscar knows about this and is unbothered because he trusts Lando (and is just an unbothered king in general)

But then Singapore happens and Lando gets so caught up in the podium and the champagne and next thing you know he is absolutely blatantly flirting with Carlos without even realizing it (he’s just lost in the celebration of it all) and Oscar walks in on them hugging and looking wayyyy too intimate

Anyway cue the angst

Cue Lando being like “FUCK what have I done” and panicking so hard because he loves Oscar

Cue Oscar thinking Lando finally got the man he always wanted (Carlos) so he doesn’t need him anymore

Cue Lando going to Max for help and Max just being like “YOU ARE AN IDIOT” but of course helps Lando try to get Oscar back

Anyway this angst fest should end happily because Landoscar is endgame in all universes but yeah yeah can any of the authors in Landoscar nation write this? I would tag them all if I could but I don’t know all of them

HOLD ON ANON! ARE YOU A MINDREADER??? YOUR TIME IS ACTUALLY IMPECCABLE!

I was literally ranting to a friend about a story I might write along these lines!!! (I’m a slow writer and it’d take me a year to finish so I’m going to tag some fanfic writers I follow here and I know are into the ship). Where they would not be dating already but like pinning for each other HARD, I mean Oscar is literally eyefucking Lando in every opportunity he gets but Lando is completely oblivious but of course having a crush too 👀 AAND Singapore happens, Oscar is witnessing the Carlando moment and turning into a sad puppy who has been kicked to the curb and thinking he lost his chance to get together with Lando and it turns all angst and shit but with a HAPPY END. My brainstorm moment stopped here tho HAHA

BUT WHAT YOU’VE JUST WROTE HOLY SHIT!!! WELL THOUGHT, WONDERFUL GENIUS IDEA and I’M SCREAMING RN SO HARD!! Love how much Max gets involved in the Mctwinks fanfics lately, literally the bestest friends to Lando who could kick his ass to next Friday, yet will do his best and helps him in whatever trouble he has 🥺

I really HOPE so someone will write this, SO here comes the tags:

@laceyamethyst - No secret that The mission universe series is my all time favorite and recommending it to anyone who loves the two js and Lestappen! Amazing writing style and could be the person turning this into a MASTERPIECE

@nyoomfruits - have read some of her fanfics, they’re very special to me! Also the one shot asks thingies?? I’M IN LOVE!!!

@landoom - the way we both rant on dash whenever there is new Mctwinks content could be embarrassing to the outside world 😂 the last two Mctwinks fic made made me burst out laughing, she’s wonderful.

@eisenberg - as I’ve noticed, mostly writes AUs, and I admit they’re still sitting on my reading list I just don’t have the time 😩

@wtfisformula1 - just posted a Landoscar fanfic, soooo could be an option too 😌

PLS tag more authors you guys know and would be up for the challenge to turn this into a cute fanfic 🥰

#asks #anon #f1 fanfic #I did not expect to get an ask like this but omg 😭#I’m so happy!!!#wish I have time and to write this tho 😩#mctwinks #lando&oscar

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I would LOVE to hear your opinions on Calanmai, actually. To me, the scene was so frustrating mainly because Feyre is told multiple times to simply not go outside, and people always use that as an excuse for her… going outside because they didn’t tell her a reason why so it’s just chalked up as her having natural “human curiosity”. But then she gets into trouble, and after she’s saved that boundary is reestablished, but… she still decides to leave and it’s no longer her “human curiosity” driving her, but her jealousy??? That Tamlin will be having sex with other people under no control of his own??? So she goes out to find Tamlin in hopes that… what? Something would happen??? Hello? Like, I think it was Lucien that explains to her that since Tamlin is attracted to her he’d try and seek her out or something, but that doesn’t stop her. Which, huh? Tamlin doesn’t want her going out to avoid this specific situation, and yet she completely disregards that.

As for Tamlin, I always saw Calanmai as sexual assault for the person participating in it, especially since we find out that Tamlin doesn’t even want to do it??? Hello??? Not to mention that this magic is not the same as being drunk, it’s literally a possession by some “entity” that quite literally forces you to seek out and have sex with the next thing that moves. Hello??? He literally… has no choice at all. Which was honestly disgusting to read because it doesn’t come under any questioning within text. But at the same time during the bite we see him garner some type of self control and tells her to leave… so he can control himself to some degree??? He just wanted to teach her some sort of lesson??? Like tf dude? Hello? Management? I’d like to file a complaint.

When I first read this scene as a young teen not understanding the world, I always blamed Feyre because she was told multiple times not to leave, but she still… fucking left. Especially in hopes that something would happen, and when something did happen she blamed him, as if she wasn’t warned. But I’m older and less stupid now, and I just blame the author now for even WRITING this scene, cause it’s EVERYONE getting assaulted under no scrutiny or critique in the text on why Calanmai is assault for Tamlin, and WHY the fuck she would write Feyre as “wanting” Tamlin in that moment of her assault (I’m noticing this pattern with Feyre for some reason, why does this woman keep writing Feyre as “wanting” her assaulter in the moment in which she is/was getting assaulted???).

The only thing I liked about this scene is that Tamlin was rightfully called out for his behavior. Feyre made no excuses for him, and he had to apologize. Loved that. Even Lucien gives him flack for it which is more than anyone has ever given Dark Daddy Rhys. Curious to hear your thoughts.

Oh nonny, you have opened the flood gates, because boy do I have FEELINGS about the Calanmai scene.

To start with, I've always had mixed feelings about it, mainly due to what you already said, but then I read this post by @longsightmythyth and it complicated things even more for me.

I feel like, to analyze the Calanmai scene, we need to be mindful of multiple things:

1- what the text explicitly says about Calanmai

2- Tamlin and Feyre's reactions during and after the Calanmai scene

3- that this scene, regardless of how we feel about it, was intended by Sarah to be a red flag

So first, let's review what is established about Calanmai per canon.

“We do this by conducting the Great Rite. Each of the seven High Lords of Prythian performs this every year, since their magic comes from the earth and returns to it at the end—it’s a give-and-take.”

“Tonight, Tam will allow … great and terrible magic to enter his body,” Lucien said, staring at the distant fires. “The magic will seize control of his mind, his body, his soul, and turn him into the Hunter. It will fill him with his sole purpose: to find the Maiden. From their coupling, magic will be released and spread to the earth, where it will regenerate life for the year to come.” My face became hot, and I fought the urge to fidget. “Tonight, Tam won’t be the faerie you know,” Lucien said. “He won’t even know his name. The magic will consume everything in him but that one basic command—and need.”

“You’re lucky I found you when I did, though,” he said. “Because he would have smelled you, and claimed you, but it wouldn’t have been Tamlin who brought you into that cave.”

It made me sick—the thought of Tamlin forcing me, that magic could strip away any sense of self, of right or wrong.

These are all from ACOTAR, chapter 21.

To recap: all seven High Lords are SUPPOSED to do Calanmai (but Sarah promptly forgets this piece of worldbuilding when ACOMAF rolls around <insert angry rant about retcons here>). The magic enters and takes control of the High Lord's body, apparently overpowering the Lord's consciousness and forcing the Lord to have sex with someone it's the rapey vibes for meeeeeeeee to generate enough magic to rejuvenate the land, because, as I discussed in this post, we are told that High Lord isn't just a title--it involves a deep, psychic connection to the court itself, which is why Feyre's title as High Lady is an empty title. Calanmai involves possession by a foreign entity, as you said. This brings up all kinds of ethical questions about consent, because... what if the High Lord doesn't want to do it? Being possessed and forced to have sex is WILDLY violating at the BEST of times. This is also why it bothers me when, in ACOWAR, Tamlin is vilified for not wanting to do Calanmai. It's still wrong that Lucien had to do it and was raped by Ianthe, mind you, but should Tamlin have been forced to have sex he didn't want to have? Should he? Calanmai is very icky all around, and for a series claiming to be about abuse and SA and mental health and whatnot, it's downright disgusting.

At any rate... so Calanami consists of a High Lord being possessed and made to have sex with someone. Prior to Calanmai occurring, and knowing that, whilst controlled by magic, he would likely have sex with her, Tamlin specifically tells Feyre he does not want to interact with her during Calanmai and he tells her to stay away from him.

“And I’m not invited to your ceremony?” “No. You’re not.” He clenched and loosened his fingers, again and again, as if trying to keep the claws contained. (ACOTAR Chapter 19)

“Just do it.” His canines began to lengthen. My heart leaped into a gallop. “Don’t come out until morning.” ... He lifted a hand as if to touch my arm. But he lowered it before his fingers could graze the fabric of my tunic. “Stay in your chamber, Feyre.” “But I—” “Please.” (ACOTAR Chapter 20)

So Tamlin DOES NOT CONSENT TO NOR DOES HE WANT the infamous Calanmai scene to occur, contrary to popular belief. Although he's too embarrassed to explicitly state what occurs on Calanmai (given he's starting to grow feelings for Feyre at this point in the book), he still sets a clear boundary with Feyre that he asks her not to cross. Meanwhile, prior to the Calanmai scene, Feyre is upset that she's not invited to the ceremony, before ultimately going anyway. Because screw boundaries, I guess. Feyre is found by Rhysand+Lucien, given full details about Calanmai in chapter 21, and then heads back to her room.

Right after the ceremony is over, Feyre, jealous that Tamlin had sex with someone else, leaves her room again to get food. This time, the violation of Tamlin's boundary--stay away from me until morning--is UNINTENTIONAL, because although she is jealous, she doesn't leave for the express purpose of finding Tamlin and joining in on the fun like she did originally. She just wants a cookie. And then the Calanmai scene actually happens. The real question, of who's "at fault" for Calanmai, and whether or not it counts as a red flag, truly depends on whether or not Tamlin was possessed at the time. Tumblr won't allow me to copy and paste the whole thing into this post (or a separate one, for that matter) so I recommend opening ACOTAR Chapter 21 and rereading the entire scene in its entirety, because there were a few lines from this scene that I thought were important:

"His voice was not entirely of this world."

"He reeked of magic. When I looked into his eyes, remnants of power flickered there. No kindness, none of the wry humor and gentle reprimands. The Tamlin I knew was gone."

"Still riding the magic, he was half-wild."

Based on these lines of text, and Tamlin's instructions to remain in her room until morning, specifically, and not until after the ceremony, it seems that it takes the magic several hours to fully leave its host's body, and that Tamlin was still possessed somewhat when this scene occurred. So I disagree with you slightly, anon--Tamlin isn't biting Feyre to teach her a lesson or be spiteful. If I am reading this scene correctly, it appears that Tamlin is attempting to wrestle back control of his body from the magic, and that he only succeeds in doing so at the end of the scene, which is when he pulls away. Aside from the very end, it seems safe to say that Tamlin is still possessed at this point in time. (Hence, Feyre's narration saying "the Tamlin I knew was gone.") Afterwards, Tamlin is upset because he did not consent to that occurring whilst he was possessed, nor did he want that to occur.

“I bit her,” Tamlin said, not pausing as he cut his steak. “We ran into each other in the hall after the Rite.” I straightened in my chair. “She seems to have a death wish,” he went on, cutting his meat. The claws stayed retracted but pushed against the skin above his knuckles. My throat closed up. Oh, he was mad—furious at my foolishness for leaving my room—but somehow managed to keep his anger on a tight, tight leash. “So, if Feyre can’t be bothered to listen to orders, then I can’t be held accountable for the consequences.” ... “While I might not have been myself, Lucien and I both told you to stay in your room,” Tamlin said, so calmly that I wanted to rip out my hair (ACOTAR Chapter 22)

That being said, I still think this is a very rude thing to say, boundaries crossed or not, and I'm glad he apologized. @longsightmyth, who wrote the Calanmai post I mentioned earlier, argues that this scene is correctly interpreted as Feyre taking advantage of Tamlin, given the text is clear he's still possessed during the scene ("the Tamlin I knew was gone"), and given his lack of consent, along with taking steps to keep Feyre away from him. I respectfully disagree, though. To me, this scene reads like them BOTH being taken advantage of. While we can argue about the stupidity of Feyre leaving her room all day, Feyre clearly did not want to get bitten and was quite upset about it later on, and Tamlin did not want Feyre to interact with him, revoked his consent for her doing so, and took steps to keep her away from him. They're both being taken advantage of here--but not by each other, by magic. This whole scene is quite literally the fault of the magic possessing Tamlin.

And for this reason, I can't say I view this scene as a red flag or an indictment of Tamlin's character. Tamlin has other red flags, as I elaborated on in this and this post, but now that I've spent several days thinking everything over so that I could answer you, anon, I don't think Calanmai counts as one of those red flags. While it's clear this is Sarah attempting to parallel a drunk man sexually assaulting a woman, this isn't that--it's straight up possession, being forced by an outside entity to act a certain way. And there's no real world parallel for possession, regardless of what Sarah thinks.

That, too, explains why I think this series fails to properly discuss abuse as a theme. It is very hard to apply real-world morals about red flags and abuse to a fantasy series where your magic explodes out of you when you get emotional and when the magic possesses you once a year and makes you have sex. You just... can't.

At any rate, I hope this answer was satisfying, nonny! And I'm sorry this took so long for me to answer. I hope the length of my response made up for it :)

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