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howlingday · 4 months

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Ruby, up and coming hero blessed with the Silver Eyes, has heard terrible news! A horrible fiend has invaded the lands! A demon, hailing from a long and cursed line, master of sorcery and steel, a silver tongued trickster, a slave master, a depraved incubus, foul crafts hiding under welcoming illusions, a keen mind of gears and schemes and plots within plots, stronger than iron and quicker than quicksilver, all this and more, has taken control of an abandoned fortress! Determined to boldly rid the lands of this foul taint, (and to prove to Yang she’s a big girl!) she sets off to confront the monster alone! (Bad girl! That’s the first rule of adventuring: don’t go it solo!)

Except, no???????? Jaune has never seen or heard of any ‘demon’ around here. He just moved in, trying to strike out on his own, but nothing seems to be cursed from what he can see. He seems nice enough too. He’s fixing up the old ruin, disabling traps, healing folks when they wander into his place, and all that. Strong, smart, endlessly kind. Talks about his family a lot, they look so happy in the photo. That crest looks familiar, but it’s probably nothing. Surely he’s not the monster, but she can sure use his help to slay the monster when she finds him!

You see, the Arcs are only labeled villains because they refused to kowtow to the government way back when. Their views on life, other races, virtues, and such also puts them at odds with the narrative. The Arcs also have higher standards before they allow their kids to go on adventures, so even the weakest is very strong even to other adventurers. Slightly inspired by the Mind Reaver comic strips by Edd Lai.

So, I decided to have a look into Mind Reaver by Edd Lai, and I have to say I love the idea. A Mind Flayer that's actually a good guy and helps people who wander into his house. It's cute, especially when his niece and... servant, I think? Anyway, it's all so cute, and I highly recommend y'all check it out. Anyway, on to the story.

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WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE

JAUNE "SALEM'S PALADIN" ARC

REWARD ON APREHENSION

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Ruby looked down at the wanted poster in her hand, carefully examining the features in the mugshot. She'd heard many stories about the Arc family, though much of it was told in the darkest of night as a warning to not stray too far from home, or to not stay up too late, or to file your taxes on time. His jawline was coated in thick hair, and his blue eyes gazed death into the soul of those who view them. There were many other tales, too, like how he'd sway any woman into being his slave, take cannon fire with his bare body, and would even subject whole armies with his sorceries.

Ruby looked up from the poster to see the baby-faced man sitting across from her at the table. She'd found him, demanding to engage in honorable combat between warriors! His response was, "Can we get coffee first?" Ruby agreed and watched as he sipped from his mug after waiting for to cool.

"Ooh!" He winced. "Still kinda hot."

"Uh..."

"Oh, sorry!" He then handed her a napkin. "I think I forgot to split our share."

"No, you already did." Ruby shook her head. "Besides, there's more important stuff going on here!"

"More important how?"

"I mean like this!" She slapped the wanted poster onto the table, earning a groan from him.

"Not another one." He shook his head. "Can we finish our coffee first?"

"I... I guess?" Ruby shrugged. "But why aren't you all... Y'know, big and scary and trying to mind-break me?"

"...Because I can't?" He asked more than he said. He then took the poster in his massive, clawed hands. Each finger was about the size of a breakfast sausage. "I really wish they would get a new picture. They make me look like a monster in this."

"Aren't you?" Ruby asked.

"Half." He answered. "Well, kinda sorta. You see, my great-great-great-"

Ruby whirled her fingers in a wheel as he rounded off each great in his ancestor's name. She'd heard a lot of tales about monsters and humans and faunus getting together, except for the Grimm, who were mindless beasts of destruction. What usually came from these unions was either monster or human or faunus, but on rare occasions, half-monsters would be born. These creatures were then cast out of the village upon their discovery, usually ending with their own demise. It was sad and cruel, but terribly not uncommon.

"-great-grandma Salem, the mother of all Grimm."

"Wait, I thought Grimm couldn't reproduce."

"They can't, but she can. Or could, since she hasn't had any kids since The Great Tear." Open in dimensions from a huge magical clash, brought monsters into Remnant, new age of war, magic, and adventure for everyone. Ruby knew it well enough from the stories. "Ooh! Still hot." He chuckled, after wincing from another sip of hot coffee.

"Okay, so then why is everyone after you? Half-monsters don't usually have posters, unless they commit a crime."

"Well, I didn't."

"You didn't?"

"He did." Ruby whirled in her seat to find a young woman standing in the doorway to the coffee shop. She stepped in with guards trailing behind her, all heavily armored, while she herself wore an elegant officer's jacket. "Jaune Arc, I am placing you under arrest in the name of the Schnee Dust Queendom."

"What did I do?" Jaune asked.

"Yeah, what did he do?" Ruby asked.

Snapping her fingers, a heavy, white book was brought to her hands. Opening it, the pages fluttered until they landed on a pair of pages with Jaune's name and mugshot on them. Clearing her throat, she began.

"Corrupting the minds of the youth."

"Hey, Mr. Whitley asked me to tutor him!"

"Silence!" She barked, her face growing a bit red. "Seducing a high ranking officer of the Schnee Dust Queendom."

"Your mother was a nice woman! She kissed me first!"

"I said shut up!" Her face grew even more red. "And public indecency while resisting Queendom duties."

"You fired a cannon at me!"

"And stripped yourself bare in an attempt to intimidate us."

"MY CLOTHES WERE BURNED OFF!"

"AND I SAID SHUT UP!" Face completely red, she tossed the book behind her in a fury. "You will surrender yourself at once, Salem's Paladin!"

"Oh, come- I don't even know Salem!" He defended. "I've never even met my great-great-great-great-"

"Great." Ruby groaned. "You got him started again."

"And who are you?"

"Ruby Rose, bounty hunter." She smiled. "Who are you?"

"Queen-Heiress-Apparent Weiss Schnee," she huffed, "and I'm taking this criminal in."

"Nuh-uh."

"What do you mean, 'nuh-uh'?"

"I mean nuh-uh."

"-great-great-great-grandma Salem!"

"Did you add two greats on there?" Ruby asked.

"Enough!" Weiss snarled. "You are both being brought into custody!"

"Aw, really? But couldn't we have... coffee?" Ruby winked at Jaune.

"No, we can't." Weiss answered.

"Jaune!" Ruby whined. "You were supposed to throw coffee on her!"

"Excuse me?!" Weiss screeched.

"Yeah, excuse you?!" Jaune reeled back. "Why would I do that?!"

"Because it'd be totally cool, like in an action comic!" Ruby reasoned.

"But it would hurt her!"

"THAT'S THE POINT!"

"ENOUGH!"

The cafe rumbled as white circles covered the walls and floors. An angry Schnee huffed in and out of her nose as she pulled out her rapier. Behind her, soldiers readied their guns on the two. Ruby glanced to Jaune, who gulped at the sight. Looks like she was going to do this alone.

"Are you sure you don't want coffee? It's really good~!" Ruby sang.

"Oh, please," Weiss rolled her eyes, "do you really think you can throw coffee on me now that I'm aware that's your- ARGH! BIG NICHOLAS FUCK!" She held her face as very, very, very, very, very warm coffee splashed onto her face.

Ruby took the cue and grabbed Jaune. Together, the two weaved through gunfire as yellow and red petals fluttered to the floor. The two had successfully made their escape, and it seemed the soldiers inside were easily distracted, too, as they began barking orders at one another. One of them actually barked like a dog, too, which was weird.

"AFTER THEM!" The barking died as the Schnee roared over them all.

Weiss used a blanket of napkins to wrap around ice dust and held it to her face. One guard remained behind, holding her book. Through her anger, she gave him an order that would turn the world upside down for Ruby and Jaune.

"I want wanted posters in every kingdom," she seethed, "and I want that Demon Couple locked up YESTERDAY!"

#rwby #my answer #my answers #jaune arc #ruby rose #jaune is salem's descendent #demon couple au #rwby au #weiss schnee

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dog-park-dissidents · 10 months

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I’m a queer anarchist, and your music has really helped me accept myself, so here goes…what advice do you have on loving my radical self? I find myself trying to look respectable and chill to avoid being a stereotype, opting out of actions to please my family, and just internalizing a lot of BS about what it means to be an anarchist in the world. Thank you so much!!

David Graeber, RIP, guy at Occupy Wall Street who coined the slogan "we are the 99%," often said he was a "small-a anarchist" and that anarchism was a thing he did, not an identity. That is probably the healthiest way to engage with anarchism in a modern world where political identities and political language have been turned into sports teams and brands, completely divorced from anything that the words behind them actually mean. US politics at least have turned into "are you a LIBERAL or a CONSERVATIVE" which sort of means something but also means nothing, and its meanings contradict each other to the point of uselessness. They're not real ideological frameworks, after all. Nobody can give you a coherent manifesto of US American "Liberalism" but it's the thing you're supposed to agree with if you don't think gay people should die?? Maybe??? It doesn't even have any connection with the philosophy of classical liberalism, which is closer to stereotypically Republican fiscal politics, EXCEPT for when the ostensible "left wing" liberals actually agree with that shit? Anyway yeah it's a mess and it's no wonder why the younger generation is desperately trying to find an alternative way of labeling themselves so as to signal that we're outside of all that bullshit.

So don't do that. Actually be outside of all that bullshit instead of coming up with an edgier sports team to root for. Not that you're necessarily doing that, but just, remember not to do that.

Focus on the material circumstances you live in: the state and money and laws and all that shit are just things somebody made up one day before you were born. You exist in a world you had no say in constructing. Your goal is to figure out how to survive, and then to thrive, and then to be happy, under these circumstances. And ideally make them better for everyone else.

Now as for opting out of actions to please your family. Sounds like you're stuck in a family situation where you're not free to go where you want and be yourself without scrutiny, and that sucks. From the perspective of an effective anarchist, remember that it's from each according to their ability, and you don't have to feel any guilt about not doing your part to change the world.

But from a queer perspective? That queerness sounds a lot more like what's causing your tension about making yourself look more respectable. And that plays into this feeling you have of being trapped by family, or by capitalism, or whatever forces are making you feel the need to put yourself in a box. Obviously you've woven your queer identity pretty deep with your anarchism, which is good, but that definitely makes the desire to express your anarchist identity a whole lot stronger. It can feel like the same thing as your sexual orientation or gender when it's such a deep part of your worldview.

And that makes for a big contradiction in a world where political labels have turned into deep personal identities at the expense of any coherent intellectualism. Whoops. Everybody else has been forced to pick a vapid red or blue choice and here you are with an extremely deep sense of pink and black. Uh oh.

But that's the great thing about queerness, is to be comfortable existing as a contradiction, as category-defying, as someone that doesn't need to be intellectually consistent because you simply ARE. So be you. Don't feel like you have to debate the chuds in your head to explain your existence.

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ash-writies · 2 years

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Could you do a fic with connor + female reader where reader keeps flirting with connor? And you can make connor feel however you want yo about that, thank you, have a lovely day ❤️

A/n: Is it obvious that i don’t know how to flirt? Anyway- Thanks for sending this ask! Asks are still open but I've been busy with work, so it might take a little :> keep them coming tho!! Hope you enjoy <3

Summary: A big case was just solved and the department was going out to celebrate. You’d never had much of an interest in celebrating these kinds of things until a certain android had made an appearance.

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, kind of suggestive at the end

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You closed the last tab on your computer, “are ya comin’ y/n?” Hank asked, shrugging on his coat. You were close with hank before Connor came to the station, exchanging sarcastic remarks with cups of coffee at noon. You were only going because you thought this would be a good chance to get to know Connor more.

“Yup!” you said, “just a moment.” You pulled out a folder and hastily put the flies in.

You stood and pulled your coat on as Connor met with the two of you, “the car is here Hank.”

“I have my own car,” the man grumbled.

“Driving under the influence is unsafe and illegal if I might add,” Connor stated.

“Whatever,” the man huffed as he walked outside, “damn android…” You chuckled at the new term of endearment and grabbed your bag. As Connor looked at you his LED flickered yellow.

You tapped your temple, “everything good Con?”

“Yes y/n” he said as his LED flickered back to blue.

You brushed it off, “okay, lead the way wonder boy!” He smiled and led you towards the car, meeting Hank halfway.

The ride to the bar was normal, the three of you caught up and discussed random things about day to day life and your cases. As the car pulled into the lot the men stepped out first and as you began to Connor held his hand out for you. You took it and looked away as heat crawled onto your face. He pulled you out of the car and looked at you intently, LED flickering yellow for a moment.

Hank cleared his throat, causing both of your heads to turn towards him, “are you done love birds? We have alcohol to be drinking.”

You chuckled and slid your hand out of Connor’s, “uh- yeah, lets go!” You followed Hank into the building without a single glance to Connor. Once you were inside you made a bee-line to your coworkers in a large booth. You congratulated them on their success and went to sit at the bar with some of the people you worked with.

You ordered a shirley temple, “No!! This is a celebration! You have to actually have alcohol!” Your friend waved her hand, ordering you something stronger. You reluctantly took it and drank it in a few gulps, pausing in between as the liquid burned your throat. You have to admit, it tasted pretty good. Like strawberry nail polish remover. You ordered one more and drank it eagerly. Suddenly, an android was at your side.

“Hey, Connor,” you greeted.

“Hello, y/n,” he muttered.

You smirked, “is there any reason in particular that you’ve decided to join me?”

“I’m bothering Hank…” he muttered.

“I’m sure he’s just being light-hearted-”

“No, I’m really annoying him…” he said as his LED began to glow a steady yellow.

You rested your hand on his arm and smiled, “well, I don’t think its possible for you to annoy me.” He pressed in lips together and looked away from you. You took another drink, using the alcohol as a confidence boost. This was your moment, you affirmed yourself, now was the time…

“Do you know cpr, Connor?” you mentally face-palmed. Why you went with the cheesiest thing you don’t know.

“Yes, I was programmed with basic first aid to help me better integrate with humans,” he said, fidgeting with his coin.

“That’s good because you just took my breath away.”

Connor smiled and scoffed, “you’re a bit funny.”

“Just go all the way and say I’m hilarious,” you pouted in a way that made him smile more.

“I don’t think I’ll give you that so easily.” He turned to face you.

“Okay- If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.”

“Hmm, I think you lost points,” he laughed, running his hand through his hair.

“But you laughed so it was good!” you pointed as you leaned forward.

“I laughed because it was just so bad!”

“I’ve got another one.”

“Oh no-”

“Shush,” you began, “did we have a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.”

“Oh my god,” he groaned, giggling under his breath, “that one was worse!”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you try then?” You huffed, crossing your arms.

“Okay, try not to get too flustered,” he said winking at you.

At that you already failed to complete that small task, “whatever,” you scoffed.

He leaned over to you, brushing your hair behind your ear, his lips hovering just next to it. You felt him exhale, which was a bit strange but you didn’t question it. As he was expertly setting the mood your heart skipped a beat.

“Y/n, your lips look lonely. Let me introduce them to mine.” Your whole body tensed, waiting for him to do or say something, even though it was your turn. After a moment he pulled back and looked at you, face slightly flushed.

“Uh- um-” you cleared your throat, “I guess you win. You’re better at flirting.”

He began laughing, “oh yeah?”

“Don’t get cocky about it,” you muttered, dropping your head to fidget with your clothes.

With a finger he lifted your chin. He licked his lips, inching closer to you, “When was the last time you kissed someone?”

Heat rose to your cheeks and your eyes darted around the room. Once the coast was clear you placed a hand on his cheek and pressed your lips to his, “like two seconds ago,” you said once you pulled back. His face was tinted blue with and held shocked expression. “Earth to Connor?” you said after a moment, waving your hand in front of his face. He visibly startled.

“Why did you?” he sputtered.

“Because I like you.” He was silent, his LED flashed yellow before returning to blue. You began to turn away from him, opening your mouth to- take it back? You didn’t know.

“I like you too,” he said, resting his hand on yours. You smiled at him but before you could say anything he began to ramble, “that’s actually why Hank was annoyed at me. He wanted me to make a move instead of constantly talking about you and just staring. When I expressed my concerns about that he told me not to worry and that women prefer for men to make the first move-”

You laughed, interrupting him from his thoughts. He looked at you and raised his eyebrows, “look, I’m just glad you like me, for a little I thought I was making you uncomfortable…”

“Of course you weren’t!” he exclaimed, “I was just trying to think of something ‘flirty’ to say.”

“Well in the end you got it!” you smiled and he returned it.

“So, do you have any plans for the rest of tonight?” he asked.

“Hmm, I do think you’re on my to-do list,” you said, smirking at him.

#connor rk800 #rk800 #detroitbecomehuman #hank anderson #connor detroit bh #connor x you #connor x reader #connor dbh x you #connnor dbh x reader #connor x y/n #connor dbh x y/n #heh #help

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seyaryminamoto · 11 months

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Zuko has showed quite the character development over the course of the story. However, I can’t help but wonder if he will fall back into his old ways ? Will he fight Azula over the throne now that things are in a chaotic state?

Hmmm... well, as usual, under the cut because this sounds like very distant and dangerous territory, haha.

You know, I might try to be mysterious all I want but the truth might be a little obvious if you think about the story's direction so far, haha.

So to make this more interesting, let's stroll through the history of Gladiator's development: initially, I had no idea where this story was going past the Combustion Man confrontation. Now that we all saw it happen, I can safely say that my first real goal in the story was always that seemingly world-ending battle between Sokka and Combustion Man, the battle that seals the fate of the Gladiator League and changes the story's rhythm irremediably, for it was always going to happen as a consequence of Sokka and Azula's relationship being discovered. I did hope Sokka might rise enough in the ranking to rival him? But as the story progressed, I realized that was going to be very difficult, no matter how many events and points boots I gave him, haha.

Anyway, I digress: at that stage of building up the story, Zuko became a wild card I had no idea what to do with. For a long time, I wanted him in the South Pole. I thought it could be interesting if he found Aang indeed, but didn't just drag him back to the Fire Nation right away. How to make that happen, how to realistically develop Zuko to not be that impulsive? I didn't know right away (fortunately, my Zuki shipping buddy helped me see the light with that particular problem before long!). I actually pondered making Zuko a gladiator, fighting as the Blue Spirit (a relatively popular concept back when the story was still starting out, people REALLY loved this idea... and the minute I started writing Zuko directly, I realized it was never going to work, haha). I remember that, back when I had no idea what I'd do for the future of the story (aka, Part 3 wasn't even a blip in the radar because I was just LOST in my ultimate narrative direction back in year 1, haha), I even considered Zuko and Aang being the ones fighting Ozai, and Sokka and Azula were basically just together and reuniting? But the thing is that their reunion was going to be different back then, because... shit, this all sounds so ridiculous right now XD but at a point in time, I had in mind that Ozai would basically steal Sokka from Azula and make him his own gladiator (again, something that just made zero sense with Ozai's character). Azula would've been left bereft of what to do, and I even pondered her teaming up with Katara to save Sokka from Ozai while Zuko and Aang basically started a coup... all of which made so very little sense! I had no idea how Azula and Katara would join forces, no idea how Aang and Zuko would get that far, no clue how Sokka and Azula would be "reuniting", considering that Sokka was going to be right in the same Palace as Azula all along?? ... So, uh, yeah. That kind of weird shit went through my head.

Let that be a lesson on NOT sticking with your gut instincts in storytelling every time: marinate your ideas! Test other possibilities! Sometimes you'll strike gold right away... but if you don't, be open to other ideas. If I hadn't been? I would've fucked up this story BIG TIME x'D

So, in all of that, one of the prominent problems was obviously Zuko: wtf was I going to do with this guy if not THAT? I was rewriting his character from scratch and I knew where I'd take him by the end of Part 1, but I wasn't 100% sure of where he would go from there. After my Zuki shipping associate helped me see the light, his story became much stronger once I brought him and Suki together, and the South Pole story also became that much better because them being there would make things much more dynamic for Katara and Aang (and then also for Kino).

But the ultimate direction for Zuko isn't really something my friend could help me with, because even though she sparked the idea of Whaletail Island, I took that to a whole other level once I backtracked on the "and then they sailed away and Katara and Sokka didn't reunite" concept (which, yes, was the original way that arc was going to wrap up X'D again, as a storyteller, it's good to go against your initial impulses at times, it can be soooo much better when you do that...). We always did want Azula and Zuko's relationship to improve... but my friend certainly believed that Zuko would be fighting for the Fire Lord hairpiece and throne quite hard, and I was a little unsure of what to make of that.

Thus, for a long time, after I finally started figuring out Part 3 and how things would turn out by then, I thought I might have to write Zuko and Azula having a huge, long, tedious discussion over which of them would be better suited for the role of Fire Lord, and the decision would have been basically left to other people once they put all they could offer on the table. Back then, the idea that Zuko would have become embittered and frustrated if he lost the throne certainly was prevalent...

... But I'd dare say I'm very pleased to have discarded that concept entirely :'D

Back then, I didn't have the Southern Air Temple arc in mind. That I didn't plot that one from the get-go sure didn't help, either xD so, putting that together with the extended Azula-Zuko bonding in Whaletail Island, adding as well how much more thorough Zuko's growth wound up being all across the story... and we get a Zuko who doesn't believe his entire existence is justified by sitting on that throne.

Gladiator's Zuko has stopped basing his identity on succeeding his father as Fire Lord and proving himself better than the failure Ozai thinks he is. He already proved it plenty as it is: he has a family that loves him, he's part of a community that he earned his place in, friends who cherish him and that he bonded with on his own, even a crazy brother-like bond with a dork like Kino, for whom he's basically a hero (even if Kino doesn't go all the way to hero-worship other than for comedic purposes, the guy can defy Zuko and disagree with him when he wants to...). So, does he need Ozai's approval at this point? Does his identity hinge on it that much? Or on someone else's approval?

Thanks to Guru Pathik's lessons, it really doesn't. After all the self-reflection Zuko did in that arc, this guy has reached the strongest state of balance I have EVER written him in, in ANY storyline. Even my most optimistic Zuko characterizations in canon settings, or even my non-ATLA AUs, are nowhere near as fulfilling, balanced and mature as the current Zuko in Gladiator. This is a guy who finds his mother, she tells him a LOT of wild and disturbing things, and he still manages to keep his center, even as he processes the reality of what had been going on in his life when he was a child and he was too young to pick up on any of it. It's a guy who can love his uncle without forgetting that he has done TERRIBLE THINGS. A guy who, regardless of their many differences, has grown to cherish his sister and truly wants to save her.

So... for him? The throne is not this big prize that justifies his very existence anymore. He knows he's much more than a prospect Fire Lord -- and he knows his sister is much more than that, too. Neither one is going to approach the burden and responsibility of becoming Fire Lord with the same childish attitude as in canon. They've both come way too far to treat it as some competition where they have to constantly measure against each other to prove which sibling is "better". Both have solid things to bring to the table as Fire Lords, and both will have to think about, above all else, if they want to become Fire Lord at all!

So, to answer your question more specifically...

There MAY be a fight. That fight wouldn't be like what we saw in canon. It wouldn't be chaotic, it wouldn't be overly violent, it wouldn't be the ugliest sides of these two characters colliding in a battle of mutual hubris... no, it would be a battle to conform to traditions to determine the fate of the Fire Nation. It would be a battle that truly would show how far they have come, how much they have grown, and how much respect and genuine appreciation they have for each other. Neither one would step into the dueling area under the belief that they must crush/kill/destroy the other.

And that they can do comes as the result of a ton of character growth and development for these two, in which, unbeknownst to them, they have broken the cycle of abuse in their generation, putting an end to the absolutely catastrophic mess the Fire Nation's Royal Family has constantly been engulfed by. That toxicity, as seen frequently in Ozai's flashbacks, finally comes to an end when both Zuko and Azula learn to break free from that ideology, from the terrible weights of expectations of their family, and learn to see the world through much clearer eyes than any of their relatives ever did.

... I hope that's a satisfactory answer :'D

#anon #gladiator spoilers #look at me talking like some Zuko stan (?)#okay but I only stan Gladiator's Zuko sorry not sorry (?)#seriously the man has come so far #way too far #I'm not going to make him regress #I refuse to #he isn't so selfish or so egotistical as to think that #after everything he has experienced #he's owed a throne #or that only he could sit on it #frankly one of my favorite aspects of Part 3 #has been writing BOTH OF THEM #saying the other would be a great Fire Lord #and indulging in the fact that if their sibling becomes Fire Lord #the world is guaranteed to get better #because they're BOTH an obvious improvement over Ozai #and that's what matters most!#... so yeah that #... this also has a lot of fucked up gladiator history (aka the development of the story not real history ahahaha)#so if you're curious about how I would have butchered the story #if I had let myself go with the very first ideas that crossed my mind?#feel free to read this and laugh your asses off #god I think about it and it's hilariously WEAK #thank fuck that this story was so damn long I had that much time to fix directions

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crossdressingdeath · 5 months

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commin in hot with Dark urge questions: 2 + 7 + 13 + 16 and 21 for good measure cuz Kyvir is a bard and it seems appropiate.

(x @zoneofsmites)

(Durge asks!)

2. Did your Dark Urge have any romantic and/or sexual relationships prior to their illithid adventure? If yes, who was it with and what was it like? If no, how did they feel about being single? Kyvir's default strategy for acquiring victims (at least once he was old enough for it to regularly work) was to seduce people and he'd often wait until during or after sex to kill them, so... uh, at what point does it start counting as a "relationship"...? Before Gortash he'd occasionally let one of his cultists into his bed if they'd particularly pleased him, but it was less about them or the sex and more about rewarding them for doing well. Everyone in the Temple of Bhaal desired him carnally etc etc. He had his favourites, but for the most part they were only relationships by technicality. The one relationship that he would count (both romantically and sexually) was with Gortash, and that was... dramatic and violent and messy, but also they were truly, deeply, desperately devoted to each other and would've burned the world to ash for each other without hesitation. It wasn't necessarily unhealthy, mind, but... well, it wasn't necessarily healthy, either. Even the fact that they liked each other was blasphemy, they both knew that falling in love was very unlikely to end well for either of them. They still went for it, though, and Kyvir was never entirely sure if he could ever have avoided it once they started working together. When there's only one person in your life who feels like an equal and treats you like a person, what can you do but fall in love even knowing it'll destroy you in the end?

7. Did your Dark Urge recall any childhood memories? If yes, how do they feel about the revelations? If no, was it by choice or lack of options? In terms of in-game memories, he remembered the aftermath of killing his foster family! He... doesn't feel great about the fact that before he even hit the age of ten he was already a murderer. Actually, he tries very hard to convince himself that they were cruel or attacked him first or otherwise did something to deserve it. He knows that's a lie, though. He might not remember them, but... he knows. They may have been Bhaalists (I haven't fully decided if it's more fun if they were Bhaalists who knew he'd kill them eventually and accepted that as a matter of faith or if they were fully innocent), but they were kind and loved him and he killed them anyway. Outside of that no childhood memories, although he remembered a couple flashes of his adult life (including in my head some flashes of Gortash out of a combination of his importance to Kyvir and the Emperor digging around in those memories in particular to create Kyvir's Dream Visitor). He's determined to regain his memories post-game, though; it's one of his and Astarion's goals in their wandering.

13. How does your Dark Urge feel about killing? He loves it. I don't know if it's confirmed at any point in the series that Bhaalspawn actually need to kill, but for Kyvir it sure as hell feels good if nothing else. Usually it's fairly mild, sort of like a warm hug, but if he kills a lot of people or takes a long time killing someone the effect is a lot stronger. Usually he either gets all languid and satisfied like a big cat who's just feasted and is ready for a nap or. y'know. intensely horny. The latter mostly if there wasn't quite enough slaughter for his tastes and now he needs to work off the remaining desire for murder through other methods. During the final attack on Moonrise Towers between the slaughter and the emotions and memory flashes dredged up by Ketheric and Kressa he got a bit giggly about the whole thing, which was... difficult to explain to Jaheira. But all that's only if he chooses to kill; when Bhaal forces his hand it makes him miserable, because every time it leaves him feeling like his Father thinks he's worthless. (He also finds it deeply violating to have his free will overridden like that, but he refuses to admit that to himself even post-amnesia. After all, if Bhaal wants to control him that's his right, isn't it?)

16. What is your Dark Urge’s greatest desire? I just want you to know, this one especially kicked my ass. Turns out naming a character's greatest desire is really tricky, actually. Anyway, I think it's ultimately freedom. Not even necessarily freedom in general at first; just the freedom to make a choice. He spent most of his life as Bhaal's glorified puppet, and he didn't always mind that (at least not when Bhaal was pleased with him), but knowing his control could be stolen from him at any point and he's never had a say in Bhaal being able to do that weighs on him a great deal. At first he really just wants to be able to pick who's holding the other end of his leash, and that's partially what led him towards Gortash and Bane when Gortash first started searching for the head of Bhaal's temple, but—provided he manages to get past the instinctive push to be obedient in the desperate hope that that will win him love, which is what makes it entirely possible for him to ultimately become Bhaal's Chosen and/or Ascended Astarion's thrall—that eventually changes into a desire to just... be free entirely.

21. What are 2-3 songs that your Dark Urge would relate to? Hm... Monster and My Demons (both by Starset) and Animal by Zayde Wolf.

#bg3 #kyvir #ask games #asks #zoneofsmites

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Aurelius’s arms

How uh

How beefy are they

How many people members of the polycule can he carry

Also what kind of tea does Alpina like. Cause I totally don’t have a stash of flower tea ha ha nope

Do the polycule have regular tea sessions

What do they like with their tea

Does Erien like tea

What does ainsworth think of traditional medicines/modern medicines

Can ainsworth cure my sore throat it hurts :(

Where does each of the (revealed) polycule like to be kissed

How big is the polycule

How big is the bed

Who hogs the blanket

Also I just realised but how does erien power work because she hypnotise’s people right so how many of the members are there because they wanna be there or they’re there because magic

Also I see your top 5 ask I’ll get to it soon maybe

SHDAHJ ivy can i just say that your love for my polycule has me in tears because omg i've never been prompted to talk about my ocs like this

anyway, putting this under the cut cause i'll know it'll get lengthy

so, to answer your questions:

aurelius is very much the beefiest of the group. i mean, he swings his axe almost daily and he's cut down a tree or two before, plus he used to be a soldier. so, to answer your question: he can lift two people at once. he's been also trying to get stronger so that he could lift them all at once.

alpina is very much into herbal teas. since where they live is pretty secluded (in the middle of a forest on a mountain), she doesn't get much access to different kinds of tea, as much as she'd love to experiment, and so herbs are kind of the most accessible. when ainsworth has to go to the city for supplies, she usually asks them to bring black tea and something new that she hasn't tried before. out of all the herbs, i'd have to say chamomile is her favorite.

the tea parties are more of an alpina and aurelius thing, although ainsworth does join them sometimes. erien is not that much of a fan but if she's offered tea she will absolutely accept.

aurelius usually bakes biscuits for tea time. he made alpina promise not to tell anyone but everyone knows even without her spilling the secret.

ainsworth is definitely leaning towards modern medicine and progress. they own a library full of medicinal books and some of them are their own journals. everyone in this polycule is some sort of outcast - and ainsworth is no exception ;) (and absolutely they'd treat you and give you a forehead kiss as an extra)

erien loves to be kissed on the wrist and neck, ainsworth loves forehead and cheek kisses, alpina loves to be kissed on the shoulder, and aurelius, though he won't admit it, turns into jello with a simple kiss on the lips

currently i'm thinking of adding one more person but i think that'll be it

actually, everyone has their own room with their own bed in case they want privacy. but erien's bed is gigantic and everyone fits there so they often sleep together. erien and alpina absolutely play a game of tug o war in their sleep

SO that's actually something i've been thinking about!! erien's hypnosis works like emotion manipulation. you have to look into her eyes for it to work - and then she can freely amplify your feelings. what she usually does is make herself more charismatic so people are more likely to forgive her and let her do whatever she wants, and in the polycule's case, she makes their love and adoration stronger. it is constant, kind of like an aura or vibrations if i had to visualize it. but there is one secret that most of the polycule doesn't know: ainsworth, who was the very first member, is not hypnotized. they're kind of special

#THANK YOU for the questions!!#oc talk #ivy!

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kleinstar · 1 year

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☎👋😍✔️👂

RELATIONSHIPBUILDING (NOT ACCEPTING)

☎ for your muse’s info in my muses phone (name, ringtone, picture, last text received/sent).

Name: Quincy!!! (maybe he adds a heart or five later hehe) Picture: a picture of quincy napping he snapped one this one time - he'd change it sometimes but its usually him napping regardless, topper is there too Last text sent: [txt] ate this today let's go together next time (text seen ) [txt] im bringing these to topper today ok? *picture of treats* (text seen) [txt] *another very mundane text about something (text seen) ....AND SO ON IT GOES LIKE THAT FOR A LONG TIME maybe some noes or yesses here and there, cut by calls etc. Eiden's actually pretty fine with left on read when it comes to Quincy really, if he sees it that means he's probably read it unless its incomprehensible wall of text or something lmao

👋for three things that describe our muses relationship. i struggle(d) with this one for no reason aaaa itd be cool to do more abstract stuff but im so bad at that

long naps after busy day

nights under starry skies before fire

scent of home

Send 😍 for my muse to tell yours three things they love about them.

" Hehe, ehehe.... Just three things? That's funny! I can say more but I don't know if I feel like counting! "

" I mean saying looks is like almost cheating, too easy but I mean have you seen him --- whaa ? You haven't huh? But also like there's that whole gap with how he looks or even acts sometimes and then how he actually is! I mean nobody's perfect so there's some truth to that too but he really is actually really gentle, attentive, kind and reliable... All of that! He's also really skilled in practical stuff and you know survival skills and all of that and he always teaches me even when I'm not doing so good!! With him being like that he's really good with kids and of course with animals it's like some snow white stuff if snow white was a hot guy? "

" And uh... how do I say? You know since I'm like ... kind of busybody I keep sometimes taking up a liiiiiiittle too much stuff - I mean not as much as I used to, I've become a little better at taking care of myself - but that guy reaaaaally makes sure I relax right? I'm sure it's on purpose sometimes but sometimes it's probably all unwittingly too.... I don't know if I noticed it myself.... "

" --- ah but that should be all in past tense okay? But I guess he still is all that so maybe not? Hehe. Anyway that's why I'm here so hehe - will you pretty please throw me something a little stronger than that? Something sweet though, I don't like bitter stuff ok? " this is probably eiden @ bartender already just a little bit tipsy, before quincy was eventually called to pick up hehe

✔️ for a daydream my muse has had about/involving yours.

He can see the water pooling down from the hose, pressing down the dirty blond hair continuing to broad frame wetting his shirt. His shirt would be all white for this, revealing all so easily... The way the fabric would stick to his skin, complimenting the shape of his muscles. As the hose would be pulled off he'd sigh all worn out but content in the fight for summer heat.. He'd brush his weathered fingers through the wet hair and maybe pull the t-shirt's hem up just a little ... Through the shirt you'd be able to see the pecs and the pink hue visible through.

Then he'd look at him and approach --

" Wait Quincy nooo... We're in public surrounded by all these people-- "

" ..... I'm leaving you here. "

It wakes Eiden up and quick he runs to Quincy, explaining himself in rapid fire pace that Quincy doesn't really seem to bother in deciphering.

Behind the two is left the ad looking for participants for an event in the summer. In big clear letters reads WET T-SHIRT CONTEST.

Send 👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours.

" Oh it was really cute - since he's so big kids would climb over him and all, and he'd sigh but then end up taking them around like it's nothing and -- "

" ---Quincy! When did you appear there? I was just bragging for you! "

#qwincy #meems //#suggestive cw //#quincy would win that shit

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lovevalley45 · 2 years

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#fictober22 day twelve

"You're making my head hurt"

original fiction

word count: 853

Most people, when finding out their roommate was a werewolf, would either be in utter denial or freak out on the spot. That depended on how they found out, of course. If their roommate told them, they’d deny and deny until there was irrefutable proof in front of their eyes. If they came home to a full werewolf in their living room, they would pass out within moments of processing the sight in front of them.

Josie had figured her roommate was most people, specifically when it came to the denial part. For all the time she’d known Rhiannon, she had been pursuing her Masters in biology and ruthlessly logical. She was the type of person who scoffed at Bigfoot and Mothman and detailed all the actual reasons for the phenomena surrounding their myths.

To put it bluntly, Josie thought Rhiannon was a buzzkill. A buzzkill who was very hot when detailing why all her favorite cryptids were hoaxes, but a buzzkill nevertheless. So when she did in fact cross paths with a werewolf and made it out with her life and a story, she didn’t dare bring it up with her roommate.

That didn’t stay a secret for long.

She supposed she’d been wrong about Rhiannon being most people. Instead of passing out when coming back from drinking with her fellow peers, she had smacked her over the head with her laptop bag and knocked her out embarrassingly fast.

Now, Josie was slumped over a cup of coffee, feeling extremely thankful she hadn’t broken the coffee machine in her lycanthropic rampage. She was sure she might have had a concussion. Meanwhile, Rhiannon sat across from her with her hands clamped around her mug, staring off into space as she most likely processed her new reality.

Eventually, she broke the silence. “So, how are you going to disprove this?”

Rhiannon blinked a few times, before finally prying her hands away from her mug to readjust her glasses. “Well, I… I can’t. After all-” she gestured to the wreckage of their apartment- “It’s hard to disprove all this. What can I say? Oh, it wasn’t the beast you turned into last night, just a rodent infestation?”

“They’d have to be some big rodents,” Josie muttered.

“What happened?” Rhiannon asked.

“Well, I was watching Netflix when it got dark out and-”

She waved her off. “No, not that.” She took out her phone and opened it to her voice recording app, leaning closer with her elbows pressed against the table. “How did you become a werewolf?”

Josie suddenly felt very nervous, with Rhiannon’s big brown eyes focused entirely on her. She didn’t think the encounter was very impressive, but she cleared her throat anyways. “I, uh, well… I was in the forest with my friend Cynthia, you know Cynthia? She wanted to go foraging and asked me to come with her so she wouldn’t get jumped in the woods. And I knew it was a full moon, so I brought my camera just in case.”

At that, Rhiannon lit up.

“I didn’t get any good pictures, Rhi. I just… So Cynthia had gone ahead without me, and I heard this noise, and BAM! Something had me in a bear hug, and we grappled for a moment. Obviously, I wasn’t more powerful than this thing, but it got its claws into me before seemingly realizing I was a human and withdrawing. Cynthia had brought her first aid kit - God, I love her - and bandaged it up and everything. She’d used a disinfectant wipe so I kinda thought, hey, no werewolf danger here!” Josie sighed. “Guess I was wrong.”

“So it must be something stronger than a normal virus. Of course it must be,” Rhiannon muttered.

“Hm?”

“I wanna do tests. If it’s fine with you, of course. Maybe a blood sample, a few to be safe. Then there’s all the myths.” She grinned. “Your cryptids are so easy to disprove because there’s no actual proof. Nothing that can actually be provable, at least.”

“Wait, wait-” Josie groaned. “You wanna, what, do tests on me?”

“Yes, I just said that.”

“Sorry, you’re making my head hurt. Or maybe it’s because you cracked my skull with your old-ass laptop,” she complained.

Rhiannon exhaled. “I’m sorry for bashing you on the head. But I don’t think my laptop is enough to cause you brain damage.”

“It knocked me out!”

She waved her hand again. “Listen, Josie. This could be big. I’m not reworking my thesis for this, of course, but you always want to prove those cryptids and myths you love so much are real! And now you’re living, tangible proof!” There was a glint in her eye that made her start to fear this was her roommate’s descent into her mad biologist era. “What do you say?”

Josie considered it for a moment. She had a point, after all. And although she wasn’t psyched about blood samples or being treated like a test subject, she thought it could be pretty fun.

Also, that meant spending more time with Rhiannon. And she couldn’t complain about that.

“Alright. I’m in.”

#alli writes shit #fictober22 #congrats it's more werewolves!#i'll write more fanfic sometime this month lol #josie & rhiannon

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hereliescorri · 1 year

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I read something recently where someone was describing the common neurodivergent relationship to rules. And to be clear, I’m pretty sure this was like, a screenshot of a tumblr post and not from a peer-reviewed psychology journal or anything like that. But anyway, they talked about how ND folk basically have two modes when it comes to rules. If a rule doesn’t make sense and seems arbitrary, like it has no function except to just be a rule, we’ll blow it the fuck off. Hard pass. Not interested. At least in our heads anyway. I’m sure there’s plenty of ND people who’s fear of getting in trouble is stronger than they’re loathing of arbitrary rules, but mentally it’s a big middle finger.

On the other hand, if a rule makes sense to us and we can justify it, we will absolutely follow it, and other people not following a perfectly reasonable and necessary rule (as we perceive it), will throw us into a rage — again, at least mentally. There will be an internal hissy fit, if not an external one.

This very much resonated me, and it’s never more apparent than when traveling. People lose their ever-loving minds in transit, and it drives me up the wall. If you listen, you are constantly provided exact instructions on what you should do and where you should go, and people either don’t listen or just decide those rules don’t apply to them. It’s the little things, like the woman today who walked halfway up the walk side of the escalator and then just… stopped, causing everyone behind her to have to come to a sudden halt. Guess she was looking for the most comfortable step? Or there’s the people when the plane is landing that the flight attendants have to go tell to put their seat backs and tray tables up after it’s been said over the loudspeaker several times. The guy sitting adjacent to me not only had to be told that, but then as we were descending and even the flight attendants had to take their seats, he decided to get up and take his kid to the bathroom. We are about to slam into the ground at a bajillion miles per hour, sir. What are you, some kind of maniac?

It’s also worth noting that this man was traveling with his wife and four children, and when he realized we were able to exit out the back of the plane, he booked it out the door with his oldest teen son and onto the shuttle, where he placed his luggage in the middle of the aisle, sat down in the one available seat, and spread his newspaper out in front of him. Not gonna lie, I kicked the luggage out of the way so I could get by. As the shuttle doors closed, his son pointed toward the plane and said something in Icelandic — clearly, uh, dad, you fuck, you left the entire rest of the family on the airplane. Why are people like this?

When it comes to travel, there are a whole bunch of spoken and unspoken rules we are meant to abide by both to make things go smoothly and because the actual process of traveling fucking sucks and we want it to be the least painful it can be for everyone. But a large chunk of folks can only conceive of it being better for themselves, so they cut in lines, they take their time putting their bags in overhead bins while everyone queues for their seats behind them, they ignore instructions from flight staff, they play their videos without headphones, they cough into their hands or into the air. The lady next to me on the flight I just got off of kept shoving her elbows into my side and resting her newspaper on my face (apparently Brits and Europeans are still very much into newspapers??), then turning her head to cough on my tray table so she wouldn’t cough on her friend.

My entire body protests. Some rules aren’t arbitrary. WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY.

#adhd #neurodivergent #rules #travel #travel blog #community #airplanes #airports #etiquette

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sugusshi · 2 years

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┄ DREAMING OF YOU

➥ Baji Keisuke x f!reader

Part 1 of the “My Insufferable Idiot” Series

MASTERLIST | CURRENT — next

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➥ Characters: f!reader, Baji Keisuke

— brief mentions of: Chifuyu, Mikey, Draken, Kazutora, reader’s mom, and Baji’s mom

➥ disclaimers/warnings: angst, some fluff, college!au, baji lives!au, slight canon divergence, some slight cursing, apologies in advance for any errors!

➥ word count: 6k

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➥ author’s note: If you couldn’t already tell, this fic is based on the song Dreaming of You by Selena. Definitely recommend you to listen to it if you haven’t already ♡ Also wanna say a big thanks to @undersakusa who gave me the push to actually write this idea out! Thanks for dealing with my rambling for it ♡ Anyway, the fic is finally out in words after almost two months! Depending on how I’m feeling, this might be a mini series~ ☆～（ゝ。∂） I haven’t written a fic in so long so I hope it’s not too bad! For now, I hope you enjoy!

Late at night when all the world is sleeping

I stay up and think of you

You were stronger than this. Were being the keyword, but the pain in your heart is too much for even you to bear. The ache in your chest that only grows with every salty tear trailing down your flushed cheeks.

It’s past midnight and you're thankful that you live alone in your apartment and that the walls aren’t paper thin. You can cry and cry to your heart's content without worrying about disturbing your neighbors. No worry that someone will judge you. No one to look at your distressed state.

Yet… No one to console you either.

And I wish on a star

That somewhere you are

Thinking of me too

It was only two hours ago since you were left alone on that dreaded park bench that used to mean so much to you. Two hours since the man you loved ripped your heart out and stepped on it, figuratively of course.

You think the pain would hurt less if it was literal.

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“I’ve had enough of this.”

You were confused when you heard that, pausing mid-bite on the dango you bought yourself at a stand before your little date with your boyfriend of six years. There was silence following that comment, making you blink once then twice as if to break the sudden tension in the air.

“I’m sorry, uh, what are we talking about? These dates?” You asked genuinely confused and concerned. After all, these ‘dates’ (as he made sure to call them) were all his idea.

These late dates were neither every night nor were they a scheduled thing, they were just sporadic. It was whenever either felt like calling for one but didn’t feel like being confined indoors. These dates were spent mostly basking in each other’s presence, an arm around each other or leaning against each other, any position the two of you could get while sitting on the trusty wooden bench. The two of you would just talk about the day you just spent or watch the sky and point out whatever you saw. This park in particular was quiet with only a few people walking by, sometimes with a dog that would have the both of you excited and asking if you can pet said dog. Sometimes you’d fall asleep with your head on his shoulder and he’d wake you up with a kiss to your forehead, a soft smile on his usual devious lips.

You think maybe he’s getting busier with classes and work so he wants to get all the sleep he can get, hence why he wants to stop these late dates. After all, when you two aren’t on these dates, you’re either FaceTiming or texting each other until one of you fall asleep if you didn’t see each other enough during the day. Maybe his mom told him he needs a better slee—

“Us. I’ve had enough of us,” He says coldly, with one of the most serious faces you have ever seen on him. His fierce eyes looking directly at you, a small scowl set on his lips.

Your heart skips a bit in anxiousness.

“W-What?” Your dango, long forgotten, falls out of your hand and onto the ground as you stand to meet his eyes. Now you understand why he never even took a seat next to you when he arrived tonight, late too. This is the first time in four years that he arrived late to these dates, always so excited to see you.

He doesn’t repeat what he just said and it makes your eyebrows furrow in annoyance. You two weren’t a ‘perfect’ couple by any means, but you were a couple that many deemed ‘goals’ once they saw your dynamic and everything the two of you went through. You’ve had one too many little disagreements, rarely escalating to actual arguments that had either of you ignoring each other until one cracked and apologized. Those arguments always ended up with the both of you cuddled in one of your beds, whispering sweet words to each other, genuine apologies still lingering on your lips. Sometimes it’d end up with him tickling your sides because he hated seeing your solemn face or sometimes you’d playfully wrestle him until he let out an amused laugh in that deep voice of his that you loved.

But this didn’t seem like it would end like that.

“Keisuke,” You call out to him, only making him tsk and look away from you. “What the hell are you talking about Kei? Are you playing some sick prank on me? Did one of the guys put you up to this? Cause this isn’t funny.” Again, he stays silent.

There was another reason why you two worked so well. Why you two had been going strong for six long happy years. Why people, friends and strangers alike, looked at you two like: "How?" How were you two practically made for each other?

While you two completed each other, like him, you were strong both mentally and even physically albeit not as much as your boyfriend. You didn’t ‘grow up in the streets’, as Baji said so about himself, but you grew up strong headed with the help of your single father. Your father who raised you the best he could after your no good mother left the both of you. You didn’t take shit from anyone and you weren’t shy about speaking up either. You remember how Baji’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree the first time your feisty side came out, only making him fall for you more.

So how else were you suppose to respond to your boyfriend who refused to respond to your questions? How else were you suppose to make him look at you?

“Baji Keisuke,” You growl out, hands clenching into fists at your sides. Your heart is beating rapidly in your chest, the chilled air making your cheeks even more rosy.

If you weren’t so focused on getting an answer from him, maybe you would have noticed the slight tense of his body at the use of his full name. You had always called him Keisuke, Kei, or any of your cute little nicknames since even before the two of you started dating. He forgot how foreign his family name sounded from your lips. Still. He looks back at you with a glare on his eyes, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. “What? You going deaf or something? You heard me.”

You see red with the way he answers you. As if you were stupid. As if you were the one being unbelievable right now. You can fight, thanks to your father signing you up for lessons at Mikey’s grandfather’s dojo at a young age, but you won’t. You can’t. If it was anyone else answering you with that tone, you might’ve slapped them, maybe even punched them in their face if you really disliked the person— but it’s Baji. Neither of you have ever laid a hand on each other nor will you start now. Instead you bite your lip in frustration, angry tears gathering in your eyes as you refuse to back down.

You refuse to believe this is happening. You two were happy. So happy. Just a few days ago he refused to let you get out of his arms when you two were sitting at a booth with your friends at a fast food chain. Your friend’s complaints about the PDA making you laugh and Baji stick out his tongue at them defiantly.

“Really? Right in front of my salad?” Mikey referenced, hands motioning at his very much not salad (it was a happy meal of course), before throwing a fry at Baji’s face.

Your boyfriend simply caught it in his mouth, grinning triumphantly before giving your cheek a sloppy kiss. “Fuck off.” He retorts only making Mikey groan and the others laugh. You roll your eyes at their childishness, but smile.

Your smile only grew as Baji leaned closer to you, whispering sweet words into your ear. Draken noticed this unfortunately for him, making him dramatically gag at the both of you. “Get a room,” He said, only earning him a small kick from you under the table.

“Oh shut up. It wasn’t anything dirty. Get your head out of the gutter Kenny,” You refute, only snuggling more into Baji’s embrace, which earns you a soft kiss on the top of your head.

That wasn’t even so long ago. Everything was fine. Or at least you thought so. What happened in the span of two days to make Baji say this to you? You were sure you didn’t ignore him yesterday despite being busy with homework and studying for a test today. You were sure neither of you were arguing so why-

“K-Kei…” Your throat ached, trying to keep your voice steady but failing as you look at him again. There’s no remorse or hurt on his face. Just… a blank look in those beautiful honey brown eyes you fell in love with. There was no care in those eyes. There was only… annoyance and… impatience in his eyes. Something that was never aimed at you, yet here you were. Couldn’t he see the pain in your own teary eyes?

If you looked in my eyes

Would you see what’s inside?

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“Gooutwithmeplease!” Baji practically yells as soon as you step one foot out of your classroom door, the sudden appearance of the fanged boy in front of you making you jump.

“What?” You ask, genuinely not understanding what he said, fixing the strap of your book bag on your shoulder.

Apparently the one word question seems to deflate him as his shoulders sag a bit, his usual confident facade dropping by the second. You notice that despite still being in school, he let down his hair and his fake glasses were in the pocket of his school jacket. Something must be wrong because he always kept up his ‘poindexter’ appearance until after leaving class for the day. Baji looks down, mumbling something under his breath which makes you sigh in impatience. You had club activities to attend and Baji knew this, so why was he stalling you? As he stalls and continues to mumble under his breath, you notice he’s hiding something behind his back too. Just what the hell was he up to? It had to be important right? Otherwise he would have told you as he walked you to your club or after because he knows how busy you can be sometimes.

“Kei,” You lightly flick his forehead, pretty face full of concern which only makes him look away again.

“Don’t be such a coward Baji-san,” Chifuyu teasingly chides, whose presence you now notice, standing not too far behind your childhood best friend, kicking the back of Baji’s shin. “You didn’t make me help you write that letter for nothing so either you ask her correctly or I’ll tell her myself.”

“No!” Baji immediately responds, sending a glare to the blonde who only laughs at the other’s crisis.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Baji let’s out a characteristic yet dramatic yell before muttering ‘fuck it’ and bowing down in front of you, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands, his long hair framing his face. “T-These are for you!”

“H-Huh?” With your mouth agape, your eyes widen at the scene in front of you. Your eyes darting to look over at Chifuyu who only has a grin on his lips, giving you a playful wink as he motions for you to receive the flowers. So you do. If your hands are shaking (they are), Baji doesn’t say anything about it. He only stands straight again, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he nervously gulps.

“I like you,” Baji says, honey brown eyes looking right into your (e/c) eyes. He steps closer to you, wrapping his hands around your smaller ones that hold the bouquet. As your fingers grip around the poor stems of the flowers, he simply holds your hands in his, giving you a soft toothy smile. “I know you have your club to go to so uh… read that letter when you have a chance, yeah?”

“Letter…?” With this event transpiring, it seems to be that your brain is processing everything at fifty percent of its capacity. Right after those words leave your mouth you spot said letter right in the middle of the flowers, “Oh-“

“You know where to meet me-“ Baji stops himself as he rubs the back of his neck, “Well, that is if you feel the same, uh-“

“Oh my god, you’re hopeless,” Chifuyu groans, “I told you to let her be after giving it to her! You don’t want to overwhelm her even more right before her club!” He scolds, pulling Baji away from you, the warmth of his hands disappearing making your chest ache. The blonde looks back at you as he walks away, dragging Baji with him, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it too much okay, Y/N? Take your time with it. It’s his turn to wait for you now. After all, he’s made you wait this long already, right?”

Your face breaks out into a raging blush, the sudden memory that you weren’t alone in your classroom now hitting you. You were always the first one to leave class, always dutifully getting to your clubs on time or early, but Baji’s sudden confession made your usual calm brain break out in a havoc. You hear some girls giggling behind you while some of the boys whistle at your predicament.

“Class Rep, cat got your tongue?” Your deputy rep teases you, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“S-Shut it!” You huff, holding the flowers close to your body, the blush on your face only making your fellow first years laugh. You were always so poise and strong. So perfect with your happy demeanor and almost demanding tone (which they didn’t really complain about because you made everyone do what they were supposed to). So to see you flustered and lost for words is a moment they will not let go so easily.

“So?” Your best friend bumps their hip against yours, “What are you gonna do?”

You bite your lip as you look down at your flowers, your club completely out of mind. “I… I don’t know.”

This only makes them grin, lightly pushing you but not towards the club that both of you attend. “I’ll cover for you. Go get your man Y/N.”

You blink owlishly at them but soon break out in a grin.

“Go get him Y/N!”

“It’s about time!”

It’s pretty clear everyone knew this was bound to happen, including you, but you never wanted to push or force your feelings onto Baji. But now that you know the feeling is mutual, you’ll be damned if you let it go to waste now.

You say nothing more as you sprint off to where you know Baji is, your (h/c) hair flowing behind you as you make an exit to the school’s front doors.

At age sixteen, in your first year of high school is when you finally officially start dating your one and only childhood crush—

Baji Keisuke.

So I wait for the day and the courage to say

How much I love you— yes I do

· · ────── · ·

“You’re not a damn kid anymore Keisuke,” You scold as you dab disinfectant onto a fresh cut on his cheekbone. “You’re in high school for god’s sake,” You’re trying to keep calm, to not let your worry and anger consume you, but you can’t. “Getting into meaningless fights and shit was okay when we were younger, but this is-” You pause in your dabbing to apply a bandaid to the now clean and disinfected cut. “This is ridiculous, Kei. Fighting an all adult group all because they looked at you funny? This shit has to stop. You promised Ma’ to fight less and focus on school more, didn’t you?”

Maybe it was the tone of your voice or maybe it was the way you eyed him that made Baji click his tongue in annoyance. He moved away from your hands that were only trying to patch up his injuries and turned his back to you. “If I wanted to get scolded like a child I would have gone home to my mom.” This comment makes your nose twitch in anger, especially as he pulls out his phone and focuses his attention to it, instead of looking you in the eye.

Really now? He wants to do this in your home? In the home that your father and you happily welcomed him with open arms no matter the time or reason? He wants to ignore you now when not even thirty minutes ago he was half unconscious, only half standing thanks to Mitsuya who found your boyfriend limping while on the way to the store. Baji probably would've been passed out in the middle of a street or in an alleyway if it wasn’t for Mitsuya who only sighed and knew exactly what to do with him. And that was to help Baji make his way to you so his mom wouldn’t cry at the sight of all the new bruises, cuts, and blood on her son. Of course you welcomed him with open arms, but even your good friend Mitsuya and boyfriend Baji couldn’t see slight indifference in your expression or the array of emotions hidden in your eye.

You thank whatever deity out there that your dad is at work right now and isn’t home to witness this ‘dispute’. You’re sure he would tell you to separate yourself for the moment to calm down, but no. You’re tired of this. Tired of seeing Baji come to you with new ‘battle scars’ and black and blue bruises littering his body. Today was the breaking point.

Opening the door to Mitsuya with a dozing Baji hanging on his side was not a pretty sight to see. It worried you. Baji was so out of it he didn’t even realize where he was. It took Mitsuya to shake him and say, “Bro, we’re at Y/N’s house,” when Baji asked where they were. You didn’t bother to ask what happened at the time as Mitsuya passed you Baji, asking if you needed help. You said no, saying he should go back to what he was doing and while a little hesitant to leave, he left after you reassured him with a smile.

“You’re warm…” Baji mumbled into your neck, some of the blood on his face smearing on your clothes and skin, “Could fall asleep right here…”

“I think the fuck not,” You huff, barely stopping your voice from cracking as you as you sit him on the livingroom couch, “I’m afraid you got hit on your head with how you’re acting and like hell that I’ll let you sleep on a possible concussion.” You only get a groan in reply as he sits back on the couch, head leaning back on the back of the cushion as he stared at the ceiling as you get up to grab your medical box.

You weren’t supposed to let him know how worried you were. Hell, you were supposed to try not to say anything snappy, but all it took was one slip of the tongue to bring you to your current argument.

“Seriously, I’m trying to go to school for criminal investigation not nursing y’know? I can’t be doing this forever.”

That one comment caused an awkward tension in the air, neither of you saying a word as you cleaned his bloodied and bruised knuckles. Not one word was said as he took off his shirt to let you inspect his upper body for any possible hidden injuries. Nothing was said as you went through what was basically a routine at this point after he got hurt. The silence was killing you and just as you were getting ready to start working on his face he said something that was like a slap to your face.

“You said you’d be my own little nurse didn’t you? That’s what you said when we were younger. You promised me.”

That comment caused your thread of patience to snap and you called him childish as you started to clean one cut on his face. Of course he replied to you about being scolded like a child. Of course now he wasn’t even letting you tend to the wounds on his face, childishly ignoring you as you seethed next to him, hands clenched into fists on your thighs. Yeah, you did promise him that, but it’s just like he said, when you were kids. Back when you had no real responsibilities besides school and what you were going to have for dinner. Back when you even got into fights with people who dared hurt the feelings of your friends. Back then your dad didn’t even get upset if you fought as long as it was for a good reason and he was actually secretly proud when you told him you won said fights. Now you two were teenagers, all grown up. You’re about to start your second year of high school and you already had dreams and aspirations. You were always a little more mature than others even at a young age because of what your mother put your father and you through so you knew what you wanted to do even before you started high school. It’s almost ironic how you wanted to join the law enforcement, especially with the group of friends you grew up with, but even they supported you in your dreams. Hell, they even promised you that they would behave more so you wouldn’t get in trouble because of them. Mikey too was doing a good job, keeping his violent tendencies confined to the dojo or official fight clubs where you all cheered everytime he won almost flawlessly. People grow up. People change, especially for their loved ones so why… Why couldn’t Baji see that this is not what you meant when you promised him that?

“Whatever…” Baji groans as he stands up, bones popping and cracking into place as he stretches. “I’ll let you be. Thanks anyway. I’ll see you tomor-” He spared you a glance, the expression on your face making him halt in his step. “Y/N…?” His voice laced with concern as he notices your trembling fists, the way you’re gnawing on your bottom lip.

But just as he reaches to cup your face in his hands, you stand abruptly, swatting at his hands as you take a step away from him.

“Y/N?” He raises an eyebrow in confusion, glad you can’t see the way his heart beats rapidly in his chest. You never moved away from him or his touch like that e v e r, not even when you were kids and he forced you to hold a cricket. It was safe to say he was worried now. What did he do wrong?

“Get out,” You say, turning your back to him now only to hide the way your bottom lip trembles.

“W-What?”

“Get out Keisuke. I don’t want to talk to you right now,” You take a deep breath to try to steady your voice, but the air you exhale is shaky and you can feel tears build up in the corners of your eyes.

“Baby, talk to me-” Baji walks closer to you, a hand grabbing your elbow in an attempt to make you face him, but you only shake him off taking another step away from him. “Tell me what I did wrong- Shit,” You’ve never talked to him like this and it’s scaring him. “I’m sorry- please, Y/N, look at me, okay? What did I-”

“I s-said get out!” You cry out. You tried. You really did try. You didn’t want to cry in front of him. You didn’t want to yell at him either… but you were still only a teenager as well and you were hurt. You were so hurt. He couldn't even understand why you were so hurt and that made the first cry leave your throat as you covered your face with your hands in an attempt to shield yourself from judging eyes.

Baji was stunned. His feet were cemented to the floor as he watched your shoulders shake with cries, something he never witnessed before. He had never seen you cry like this. You didn’t even cry when you were eight and you broke your wrist during a training move gone wrong with Mikey’s grandfather. Sure, you had teary eyes and yes you were in pain, but you weren’t shaking with cries. The closest you got like this was when Kazutora and he attacked you with tickles until you told them where your secret stash of snacks were. No, these cries were different. Those times were not like this.

His heart was breaking at the sight, the sound of your stifled cries only giving him flashbacks to when he heard his mother crying in her room when she found out he failed and had to repeat a grade. Something he never wanted to see or even hear, from his mom or you.

“Y/N…” Since you refused to turn to look at him, he walks in front of you, his heart constricting with pain as he sees tears drip down your cheeks. Everytime you wipe at them, new streaks form and he wishes he could just kiss your cries away. “Baby p-please…” Slowly, he takes both of your hands in his to test the waters if you’ll pull away or not again. He’s relieved when you don’t, taking this as his chance to wrap his arms around you, holding the back of your head tenderly as he places a soft kiss to the side of your head. “I’m so sorry… I don’t know what I did, but I’m so sorry. Please tell me what I did. I don’t want to do it ever again,” Your cries have yet to stop, crying into his shoulder, “Y/N… Please. Please talk to me…”

Your hands come up to clutch at the front of his shirt, “Y-You’re so stupid…”

“Huh?”

“You’re so goddamn s-stupid…” You cry, hands gripping onto his shirt tighter you’re sure you’re about to tear it. He doesn’t say anything again, waiting for you to catch your breath as you sniffle, still keeping your face hidden from him. “Why is it… Why is it so hard to u-understand that it hurts me to see you so hurt, h-huh? What’s so hard to get Keisuke? Please tell me.”

“I don’t-”

“You don’t!” You cry, pulling away to finally look him in the eye and it only makes Baji feel more like an asshole.

Your pretty e/c eyes glistening with sad tears make him bite the inside of his cheek as he realizes even more how upset you truly are. Your furrowed brow as you glare at him, plush lips trembling with each word. Cheeks red with raw emotion as you refuse to look away now.

“I love you, you insufferable idiot! I love you so much it terrifies me that one day I won’t be able to help you and then what? Huh? What if one day you get caught up in shit neither the others or I can do anything to help? You don’t know h-how… How scared I am that one day I’ll get a call from the hospital or worse: your mom. How fucking scared I am that I’ll lose you all because you wanted to have some fun! There’s other ways to have fun or get rid of all the energy I know you have! Join a sports club, god, fucking join Mikey in the fight clubs if you have to but p-please…” You hiccup a sob as you rest your forehead on his chest, “Stop playing with your life like it’s a game… B-Because it’s not…. A-And I don’t want to lose you…” Your hands loosen your grip on his shirt as you cry, “I just got you Keisuke… I don’t want to lose you when we both just started truly living…”

You would think Baji was a statue with the way he hadn’t moved a muscle or said anything yet, but you know he heard every word of your rant. You can tell with the way his hands move from your hips, your back, and back to your hips. As you sniffle, cries finally ending, he gently cups your face with his right hand with eyes so soft you almost cave.

“Say it again.”

Now it’s your turn to be confused. “What…?”

Baji has a small smirk on his face, his sharp canines just barely peeking behind his lips as he stares into your eyes with one of the most determined stares you have ever seen from him. “Say it again Y/N. Something about being an insufferable idiot?”

“What are you-” And then it hits you.

Neither of you had said I love you to each other before, both always so scared it was too soon or not the right time.

You for sure didn’t think this was the right time either but all the emotion you were holding in caused you to blurt it out and now Baji wouldn't stop looking at you like he just won the lottery. Your face breaks out in a blush as you attempt to look away but Baji’s hand keeps your chin in place, only chuckling as you pout.

“Remember now?”

“...”

Baji laughs softly, letting go of your face to lean his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment before gazing at you lovingly and adoringly. “Say it again for me… Please?”

You bite the corner of your lip as you look at him, him patiently waiting for you as you take a shaky deep breath, “I love you…” The smile on his lips only grows as he hears those sweet words again, this time even better without your sad cries. “I love you so much I want to smack your face for making me cry like this in front of you,” He only laughs, making your chest warm with emotion, “You insufferable idiot…” The grin on his face is nearly splitting his face. “My insufferable idiot…”

“That’s right,” Baji hums as he leans in and finally gives you such a sweet and soft kiss on your lips, “Your insufferable idiot,” He’s smiling as he peppers your face with soft kisses, almost as if he wishes to make any traces of tears disappear. You find yourself smiling more with each kiss, but your heart nearly jumps out of your chest when he whispers in your ear.

“I love you too Y/N…”

Your eyes are wide as you take in his words, “Y-You do…? You know you don’t have to say it back just because I-” You find yourself interrupted when he kisses you again, this time letting his lips linger on yours, playfully nipping at your bottom lip.

“I truly do love you Y/N. I think I always have, but finally being able to date you and call you mine made me realize how absolutely in love with you I am.”

“Keisuke…” You can feel your eyes tear up again, but this time from happiness and he can tell the difference in it.

“And I’m… I’m really sorry… for making you worry about me like this all the time…” Baji looks down, feeling guilty for the onslaught of words he forced out of you, but he knew he deserved it. He was stupid for not realizing how his ways were only causing your distress. He knew you weren’t a part of the life you all used to have when you were younger, yet he continued on like it was nothing, but you were right. He was older now and more mature. The least he can do for you is try and try he will.

“It’s okay…” You sigh, a small smile on your face, “I feel better now that it’s out there…” Your arms slowly wrap around his neck as his wrap around your waist, “I know… I know it’s hard to change things, but I just… I just know you can do it. You’re good at so many things and I know you can exert that energy into other things that you know… Won’t have you end up on my front door passed out or worse. Y’know?” You lean in and giggle as he brushes his nose against yours, “I’m not telling you to stop fighting, because I know that will always be part of you somehow, but find a safer way. I would hate to see you at a crime scene in the future that I have to investigate you idiot.”

This comment makes him laugh, “Mhm, that would be weird wouldn’t it?” You roll your eyes but this only makes Baji kiss you again. “I promise I’ll try. For you. For my mom. For my future. You believing in me is enough for me.”

“It’s not just me Baji. We all believe in you. Hell, I believe we all will do something with our lives, whether it's now or later, it doesn’t matter. We’re so badass and determined that I know we’ll make it!” That’s one thing he always liked about you. Your confidence in not only yourself but in others as well. Where there’s a will, there's a will, you would say. And damn if that confidence on you wasn’t attractive as fuck.

“Just shut up and kiss me again,” He grumbles, taking the initiative in his hands as he kisses you, passionate and loving, especially when he can feel you trying to suppress your smile. He keeps it short, but only because he wants to see that pretty blush on your face again. “I love you so much Y/N. So so much that now you won’t be able to stop me from saying it to annoy you~”

“Oh god,” You playfully groan as you push his face away, cheeks a rosy pink as he laughs into your neck. “You’re already annoying as is…” You tease, unable to stop the smile on your face. “I love you Keisuke… Always will.”

I still can't believe

That you came up to me

And said, "I love you" ── I love you too!

· · ────── · ·

“Always will Keisuke…” You cry as you look at your lock screen picture, a picture of Baji and you on his parked bike. Baji is kissing your cheek as you wink at the camera, flipping poor Tora off who was taking the picture of you two.

One of the many moments you spent with your partner in crime, your childhood best friend─ your one and only love.

You always imagined the rest of your life with him and so did everyone else. Everyone else including your dad who was ready to walk you down the aisle and to the altar if either of you wanted a ceremony like that anyway. You were ready to adopt so many animals together happily, taking in as many as you could handle… but reality was different. It wasn’t cruel; just realistic and that was okay. You were kidding yourself thinking that Baji would stay with you, especially through college, a time where most didn’t want to be locked into anything besides school. You were kidding yourself thinking Baji loved you as much as you did him.

“You’re too controlling. You never loved me for me. You wanted to change me. The fuck is up with that? That’s not love,” Those words painfully stabbed you in the heart like a knife. "How could I love someone like that?”

Your vision goes blurry as you stare at the black screen of your phone, “I’m sorry Keisuke… I’m s-so sorry…” You sob into your pillow as you curl up into yourself, wishing this night was a dream. You cry and cry until you fall asleep, hoping your dreams are a little nicer to you.

I'll be dreaming of you tonight

And I'll be holding you tight

Dreaming with you tonight

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Sitting on Karasuno’s Lap

Karasuno(sep) x reader

warning(s): reader insecurity about size, v slight timeskip spoilers Kageyama being grumpy and stupid and some grammar issues prolly 😬 i think that’s about it but lemme know if you think I need to add anything else!

a/n: got a request for reader being apprehensive about sitting on the boys from karasuno’s lap cause of their size so this is what that is! I hope this comforts u anon ily :(

And lemme say this: all these boys would most definitely love to be smothered and cuddled under their s/o pls they quite literally live for it <3

characters: daichi, sugawara, asahi, tanaka, noya, tsukishima, yamaguchi, kageyama, hinata

Daichi

I really feel like Daichi’s the kind of guy who loves picking up his s/o when they hug

He always does the classic bear hug grip around your midsection and then before you know it he’s squatting a little and lifting you up - ur size does NOT matter, if he can get your feet off the ground even a little he’s cheesing big time

He just thinks it’s so cute when you squeal or laugh and smack his arms, and you always get a hearty laugh out of him after before he grabs your face - kind of aggressively - and is leaving silly slobbery kisses all over it :((((

So basically there’s no way you can escape his infamous hugs

BUT ANYWAYS

Because of this he’d also definitely love for you to sit on his lap too!

And because he’s always lifting you when you least expect it, when you mention why you’d rather not sit on his lap he’d respect your answer and reassure you it’s not a problem,,,, while also kind of being >:( and passive aggressively explain why you most definitely wouldn’t crush him

Now next time he comes home to you, not only is he lifting you, but he’s carrying you to your bedroom to cuddle, and then maybe you’ll sigh and give in to sitting on his lap <3

Suga

He’s generally more of a lay down cuddly or holding hands in public kinda guy

But there was something about sitting down on the couch after work and seeing you come out of the kitchen with a big smile on your face that just made his heart melt and shoot his arms out with grabby hands

Of course you oblige and sit next to him and start playing with his hands, waiting for him to talk about his day, but then he’s looking at you like :( and tugging at the hem of your shirt

“No, I want to cuddle.”

When you look at him confused he groans and tugs you onto his lap with his face buried into your neck, and almost instantly you can feel him relaxing into the couch

As soon as you think he’s relaxed enough, you go to move off him, anxious you’ve been sitting on his lap too long, but when you go to move he grabs on tighter and looks up at you like 🥺

You realize that maybe he’s just fine when he pulls you father into him - if that’s even possible - and starts to drool cause he’s passed out from being so comfy <3

Asahi

It’s pretty common for Asahi to come home from a long day at work and then rest his head on your thighs while you play with his hair and let him talk about your day

It’s something he looks forward to when he’s driving home :(

Being held and comforted by your s/o is absolute heaven to him, so when you walk through the door with a big sigh while you’re rolling your shoulders, his first thought is to return the favor !

The two of you are standing in your living room now with your head in his chest while he’s rubbing your back, periodically kissing the top of your head

“Wanna sit down angel?”

When you agreed you didn’t know that meant sitting on the couch with you straddling his lap, his hand still holding your head in his chest

But before you can protest and squirm away he’s kissing you and humming while he’s still rubbing your back and soothing you :(((

This baby wouldn’t even give you a second to think about your insecurities:(

Tanaka

He’s gonna assume somebody’s said something about you almost immediately

Cause he just can’t grasp that you yourself have decided you’re too big for him

He just kind of looks at you like 🧍🏻🤨 uhhhh sit tf down I’d like you to cuddle me please 🤨?

“Tanaka, I’ll crush you.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point babe! Smother me ☺️❣️” really does not get the message here

Once you explicitly tell him you think you’re just too big to sit on his lap he kind of freaks

Like full on grabbing your face and shaking his head trying to do anything to convince you, you most definitely are not too big to sit on his lap

Once he convinces you he’s kissing you everywhere until you giggle cause he hates seeing his baby upset :(

Noya

I’m so sorry but at first he doesn’t even comprehend it’s an insecurity you have and thinks you’re nervous about it because of his size

“Wow, never heard ‘tiny but mighty’ babe?”

Like noya baby pls, this ain’t about you 😭

Is quite literally begging you to sit on his lap at home until you get frustrated and tell him you’re worried you’ll “crush” him because of your size - not his

He’d be kind of caught off guard at first but within seconds he’s reassuring you that’s not something you need to be worried about at all, not with him

Very similar to Yamaguchi he’s gonna convince you to give in and then absolutely smother you with affection afterwards

He’s now made it his goal to change your mindset about your size and add some more positive connotation - baby boy loves you :(

Tsuki

Will not take no for an answer either 😭

AT FIRST HE TAKES IT PERSONAL NGL

LIke he’s sitting there looking at you thinking you’re commenting on his body type like “what, you think I’m built like a string bean so I can’t handle you sitting on my lap 😐.”

AGAIN, this isn’t about you babes

So once you explain to him that no, it’s not about him it’s about you, he just:

“That’s stupid.” LIKE he’s very upset that you feel that way and doesn’t know how to express to you that you aren’t gonna crush him so the only way he knows how to tell you that is that you’re stupid for thinking that way 😭

He’d try to be physically reassuring afterward though

Kissing your forehead and telling you how it makes him sad you think that way, and why don’t you just sit on his lap so he can prove that’s not the case

You’re upset and uncomfortable at first, not really being able to relax, but after some lovin from tsuki and distraction you relax into him and bit and get comfy

He definitely makes it a regular thing so you can feel more comfortable with him :(

Yamaguchi

One of the most reassuring for sure!

The moment he felt your unease or a hint of apprehensiveness at the idea of sitting on his lap he’s investigating

Holding your face in his hands and asking you what’s wrong like 🥺

When you tell him you’re insecure about being too heavy to sit on his lap he’s definitely heartbroken, but knows this isn’t about him

So he’s quickly leaving really light kisses on your cheeks and hands promising you that’s not the case whatsoever all while he’s slowly coaxing you onto his lap

Once he’s gotten you to actually do it he’s all smiley and blushing - he’s smiling so big you can actually feel it when he’s kissing you

“Mmmmm, wanna nap?”

Just overall very affirming and attentive to your feelings :(

Kageyama

If you acted any bit shy or insecure about sitting on his lap he’d be ~so so confused

He’d be home from a long day of practice and flop down on the couch and all he wants is to be smothered by his baby 😭

He’s grumpy and just kind of grunts when you sit down next to him to talk about your day and ask about his and he just kinda reaches out to you and starts grabbing at your hips and you’re like 😳 uh yes?

You wouldn’t be budging and he’d get this pout and be all “sit on my lap 😡 I wanna cuddle”

Him asking for affection so bold like this isn’t always common for him so you don’t wanna say no BUT you’re also insecure about being too heavy so you just kinda pull him towards you and shake your head

“Why don’t you lay on me instead? I’ll play with your hair hmm?”

He’d just kind of look at you like ..... but I want you to lay on me and I can play with your hair

LMAO AND NOW YALL ARE JUST LOOKING AND KIND OF GENTLY TUGGING AT EACH OTHER LIKE 😕

But unsurprisingly the 6’2 beefy professional volleyball player is stronger than you so he just stands up and PICKS you up instead and then carries you to the bedroom where he flops down with you laying on him

At first you’re kind of frustrated and insecure cause you didn’t tell him why you were avoiding it cause you didn’t want to bring it up but then you hear Kageyama sigh and start rubbing your back from his spot underneath you and you soon realize this mf just passed out

Surely if he’s ok with you LAYING on him maybe sitting on his lap next time won’t be so awful

Hinata

Another confused baby but actually realizes somethings wrong 😭

Y’all are having a simple movie night with some pals all cuddled up on the couch and he notices there’s not too much room there, unless you sit on his lap of course, which he obviously likes the idea of

The movies playing so he tugs on your shirt a little to get your attention and whispers to you about sitting on his lap

But instead of happily hopping on like he imagined, you look away and shake your head, mumbling something about paying attention to the movie

There’s people over so he knows now isn’t the right time to pry, but he can also tell when you’re even the tiniest bit upset so he’s not gonna forget to mention something to you later tonight

You two would be getting into bed that night when he’d bring it up

“Hey, did something happen today?”

You’d tell him no but unfortunately for you he doesn’t stop asking different kinds of questions until he gets you to talk about it

When you mention that you’re insecure about being too heavy for those kinds of affection he would get so so sad, like looking at you like this ☹️ nearly tearing up

Cause he just sees it as him not doing his job as your s/o to make you comfortable and happy with him - even if that’s not actually the case

He won’t stop asking always for you to cuddle him like that but he won’t pester if you say no - you will see him get a lil pouty though

——————

I hope you guys enjoyed!!

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ecliptsukki · 3 years

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falling for you ❧ kaoru sakurayashiki / cherry blossom

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➣ genre: fluff, slight comedy

➣ warnings: cursing

➣ a/n: i’m far too in love with this man. i can’t help myself. also if you have anything you want me to write, send it to my inbox!

- he first met you at "S," seeing you stood by langa and reki

- his silky pink hair flowed behind him in the wind, his bangs lifting to reveal his golden eyes. those golden orbs are locked on you the entire time he skates closer to you

- the lack of bickering that usually arose between cherry and joe had caught joe's attention

- joe notices cherry's gaze on a particular y/h/c. he almost snorts, almost, but, being a teasing lil bitch kidding, he decides to jab at cherry's side

- "hey, do you see that girl over there? she's cute, isn't she?"

- the bubblegum-colored hair male glares holes into his friends head

- "i'm sure she wouldn't be interested in a muscle-brained gorilla like yourself"

- "bOI, DID YOU JUST-"

- skates off into the distance, further closing the gap between the two of you

- girls and guys start cheering for and fawning over cherry, as well as joe. this catches your attention because you're surprised mostly by the fawning of the people. honestly, you wouldn't say that anyone you've seen there is worthy of so much attention, excluding your two best buds: langa and reki.

- you're actually older than reki and langa by 3 years. you met reki on coincidence.

- you had borrowed your friend's skateboard to cruise around the town. you had felt overwhelmed with all that had been going on in your life, and you wanted to find an escape. your friend, wanting to help you with that mission, offered the board, saying "it's really fun and gets your mind off of things whenever you need." obviously, you took up on the offer because it was a nice spring day: the sun out and the bright colors of nature and the city filling your misty eyes.

- you skated by the skate park and saw a particular redhead practicing ollies and other tricks. you were impressed by the skill he had portrayed, yet you were also envious of how light he seemed, how his eyes twinkled with joy. your gaze must've rested too long on the boy because he approached you soon after.

- reki, later on, introduced you to langa, bringing you to where you were today

- you came to "S," though unwillingly, to support langa in his beef against another fellow skater

- honestly, you detested that your younger friends were participating in illegal activities but never brought it up because you saw how happy they looked whenever they spoke about the beefs

- anYWAYS-

- looking into the distance, you see a masked man in a white yukata, hair flowing behind him, and a green haired, shirtless, buff man skating closer

- "who's that?" you ask your friends

- "oh! that's cherry blossom and joe. they are the founding members of "S." cherry has an ai board, and joe has incredible power," reki pips

- you nod, acknowledging the two men as they stepped off of their skateboards

- “well hello there,” the green haired man winks at you

- “hi,” you flush, eyes wandering between his gaze and his bare chest

- “what’s a pretty little lady like yourself doing with these two kids?”

- “uh-”

- reki tries to jump joe but is held back by langa because we know that reki doesn’t stand a chance against big muscle man

- joe gets all up and comfy with you, flexing his muscles and talking about who knows what

- your attention was mostly on the blue-nette friend of yours. you were still very anxious about this entire thing

- “she’s not even paying attention to you anymore, you idiot,” the masked man speaks

- embarrassed that they noticed your rude behavior, you begin to excessively apologize

- “no, please don’t apologize. i should’ve realized you were worried about your friends,” joe says modestly

- “there’s no need to worry about snow. he’s fully capable of staying safe. we’ve seen him skate many times, and he always comes out in one piece. i’m sure you’ll be impressed as well,” cherry says in his monotonous tone

- “snow?” you tilt your head to the side in confusion

- when i tell you cherry MELTED, i mean that he MELTED

- stomach? churning. heart? fluttering. cheeks? flushing. hotel? trivago

- bRO, why are you SO FUCKING ADORABLE

- “snow is langa,” joe explains when he notices cherry’s flustered silence

- “ohhhhhh-”

- “actually, i’ve just realized. we haven’t properly introduced ourselves. call me joe,” he looks expectantly at his friend

- “you may call me cherry,” the man thanked the lords that he wore a mask because if he wasn’t, you’d see the obvious rose tint on his cheeks

- “i’m y/n! i came here with reki and langa.”

- to say cherry’s heart broke in that moment would be an understatement. his heart was more so shattered and pulverized.

- did i just fall for a minor? FU-

- “but i’m older than them, of course.”

- lemme just pick up the shards of my broken heart and re-piece it back together

- you barely talked to cherry that night his fault for acting so cold, but you were intrigued by the man. i mean he skates on a talking skateboard, how can you not?

- cherry leaves “S” that night, regretting all his life decisions because instead of talking to you, he avoided you

- who knows when’s the next time he’d meet you?

- lmao, SiKe

- you walk into sakurayashiki calligraphy, awkwardly waiting to be interviewed

- his pink hair meets your eyes, the long, silky hair framing the man’s pale face. a pair of glasses rest on the bridge of his nose, enhancing his golden eyes. he is clad in a navy blue yukata

- hm, he looks familia-

- you almost gasp aloud, as you realize who he is

- not wanting to jump to conclusions, you ask, “have we met before?”

- kaoru is freaking out, though he hides it well under his professional mask

- what the heck? she’s the one looking for a job here?

- “yes, we have, but that’s not what we’re here to talk about”

- yiKeS, nice first impression on your, hopefully, new boss, y/n

- throughout the entire interview, you impressed him with the slightest of things

- you were beyond professional and exactly what he looked for in employees

- damn it. why is she so perfect?

- you walk out of the building with the brightest smile on your face, ecstatic with the news that you had been hired

- kaoru follows closely behind you, acting gentlemanly as he leads you out

- “thank you so, so much. i promise i will work my hardest to make your business even stronger and better than before”

- “no, the honor’s all mine. i can tell that you’ll become a valuable asset”

- you’re bowing your head and thanking him to a crazy amount that he starts to worry that you’re getting dizzy

- mustering up all the courage he could, he speaks up, “actually, i don’t really like talking about the skating half of my life...”

- you mutter a genuine apology for bringing it up before

- “it’s alright, but i was wondering if you wanted to go to “S” with me next time. i understand if you decline. i won’t fire you for it,” he tries to add a joke to lighten his tense mood

- you giggle at his nervous and awkward behavior, “good to know i won’t get fired if i say no, but sure! i wouldn’t mind going again. it’s a good opportunity to let me watch over reki and langa—”

- “that-that’s great,” he sighs with relief

- “—and i can get to know you better,” you mutter quietly under your breath

- he flushes, hearing what you said perfectly

- “i wouldn’t mind that either”

- you couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about the soft smile on kaoru’s face, whilst kaoru was busy sleeping, lost in his dreams of you and him together

- the both of you couldn’t wait to get to know each other more

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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the art of modernity [ prologue ]

prologue - jueyun karst

pairing: xiao x gn!reader warnings: canon-typical violence mention words: ~1.8k words fic masterlist [ prev ] - [ next ]

chapter summary: you drag four of your closest friends to jueyun karst to chase after possible traces of the adepti. none of them expect for you to actually find any, but hey, anything is possible, right?

a/n: can't believe 'making xiao eat a chicken nugget and french fries' is becoming an actual fic but here we are. enjoy !! :D

when you had asked yanfei the legal repercussions of disrupting jueyun karst, the entire brunch table had looked at you as if you had grown a third eye. kaeya had sat down the third mimosa he had been nursing, while childe had actually stopped speaking for once. yanfei giggled with intrigue and keqing had stared at you with an expression that screamed are you serious right now?

yet somehow, you had ended up in keqing's overcrowded car and made a road trip to fuel your farfetched dreams. sure, like any kid growing up, you had read percy jackson and the archons, but, unlike most kids, you had taken the myths of the archons seriously. shrines and ruins still sung praises of their names, but most liyuean mythology was treated as having no greater value than old folk tales. the world had moved on past the need of teyvat's expansive pantheon of the elemental archons, visions, and celestia, yet some scholars sought to prove the existence of the old gods. most of the time, their efforts were fruitless.

you, of course, were no scholar. you were simply a dumbass who graduated college and decided in their post-college/pre-settled life panic to go traverse the treacherous lands of jueyun karst. as prosperous as liyue was, jueyun karst still remained heavily untouched as there were areas that even rich moguls were scared to get their grubby hands on. why turn the beautiful mountains and swirling lakes into sprawling shopping centers if the entire area was rumored to be cursed anyways? so, the country had turned jueyun karst into a protected area in the form of a national park.

but now, with your car full of three and a half dumbasses (keqing certainly doesn't count and yanfei is only halfway to idiocy), you had decided to certainly ignore the title of protected area. you had full intentions of disrupting whatever you could get your grimy hands on. you wanted to see the adepti in action and, if others called you crazy for it, then so be it.

"gods, where even are we?" kaeya asks. his tone lacks the annoyance you would expect from childe nor the worried-yet-still-composed nature you would expect from keqing's words. so, you shrug him off with a simple wave of your hand.

"not really sure, but there's enough of us out here that we won't die, right?" you ask and kaeya stares at you blankly before turning to look behind the two of you at the three stragglers.

"keqing!" he calls, realizing that you are of no help. "where are we?"

keqing huffs as she approaches the two of you while yanfei and childe stagger behind her, both acting tired despite being some of the most athletic people you know. in typical keqing fashion, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a compass. kaeya stares as the compass needle spins around aimlessly in her hand, its connection clearly disrupted by some force in the area.

"oh gods, what does that mean? we're going to die. we're going to die out here," childe deadpans, panic creeping into his voice. yanfei swats him playfully on the arm before he can begin his usual theatrics, knowing full and well how childe loves living in the spotlight.

"dying in a protected national park is illegal," yanfei adds and kaeya stares at her with a baffled expression.

"what? are the police going to arrest a corpse?" kaeya asks incredulously and yanfei folds her arms over her chest, staring at him with narrowed eyes.

"didn't you want to be a cop at one point? shouldn't you be aware as to how arresting procedures work?" yanfei asks and kaeya recoils at her question.

"no, i was considering going into military like my dad. i don't wanna be a cop," kaeya shoots back and childe jokingly gags once he hears the word 'military'.

"military? yuck," childe says and becomes the next recipient to receive childe's incredulous gaze.

"didn't you literally join the fatui for two years?" kaeya asks but childe shakes his head.

"not like you have any proof," the ginger-haired man shoots back.

"i can easily acquire proof?" kaeya says, but keqing clears her throat loudly before the two men can engage in a full showdown of words.

"c'mon, guys, we have bigger problems to solve than childe's blatant lies," keqing redirects the conversation with ease but not before kaeya lets out a triumphant hmph at keqing's words. "like figuring out why this compass isn't working and figuring out how to get back because it doesn't work."

"ooh, maybe it's not working because there are ghosts nearby," childe says, but before yanfei and kaeya can engage with his dumbassery once more, you interject.

"it's likely just elemental energy or adeptal energy. i know you guys probably don't believe in them, but this is said to be the former realm of the adepti. wouldn't be surprised if there are traces of them left!" you say, voice far too cheery for the implication of your words. kaeya only shrugs at the suggestion that gods are watching over you as you travel through the park, yanfei only looks intrigued in a nearly-dangerous way, keqing looks nonplussed due to her strong belief that the gods no longer exist, and childe looks absolutely terrified yet is trying to act like he isn't.

"anyways," you continue. "maybe there's a domain!"

"ancient liyuean law forbids unauthorized entrance into domains without proper licensure from the adventurer's guild," yanfei says, as if knowing ancient law is a completely normal activity for a twenty-something-year-old.

"what is a domain?" keqing and kaeya ask at the same time before glancing at each other.

"i'm... not sure. pretty sure they have like... ancient monsters and stuff," you confess and, for the first time today, childe perks up excitedly, eagerly taking a step closer to you.

"monsters? like those uh... hollychirls? whatever they're called? how big do you think they are?" childe asks with an excited glimmer in his eyes.

"weren't you just worried about dying?" keqing asks, but childe ignores her question.

"so like... we're trying to find this domain, right?" childe asks, confused. "what are we looking for?"

"i don't really see why a domain would have adepti traces so we're probably better off looking for something else," you say and yanfei perks up.

"like that?" she asks, pointing off at something glowing faintly orange in the distance. you squint slightly in an attempt to better look at it, but you're unable to distinguish what exactly yanfei as pointing at.

"we might as well go see what that is," keqing says and you're slightly surprised for the purple-haired girl to suggest such a thing, but you figure she's just trying to find a place where her compass actually works. the spinning dial isn't too much of a concern for you since you're in no rush to leave, but the friends you've brought along aren't quite as keen on discovering the secrets of the adepti as you are, so you follow the herd as they begin to move over to the glowing orange light.

the five of you climb down, approaching what soon reveals itself as a stone pillar with a glowing chunk of cor lapis on top. it's certainly nothing new and is probably a protected relic, yet no guards are stationed in front of it. it's almost certainly been discovered before, so why isn't it..?

"oh, isn't this area usually flooded?" yanfei asks and everyone turns to stare at her.

"you've been here before?" keqing asks and you wonder to yourself when these people will stop asking questions and instead keep looking for hints.

"you guys haven't traveled to jueyun karst before?" yanfei asks, confused. "yeah, this area's usually flooded with water. i've never seen that thing before."

if it's usually flooded, then it was likely discovered before, but not relocated, you think to yourself and immediately break out in a sprint towards the cor lapis tower. sure, it was about the height of you, with the cubic chunk on top reaching the height of your head, yet you were more than satisfied with looking at the carvings on the side. childe is the first to catch up with you, using his long legs to match your pace. he sighs as you finally stop and watches as you frantically begin poking and prodding at the pillar.

"are you sure that's a good idea?" he asks, nervously. "what if it's a mechanism or something?"

"what's the worst that could happen?" you ask and childe sputters over his words.

"a lot of things!" childe insists, yet kaeya, keqing, and yanfei's joined arrival interrupts him from making an even bigger fuss.

"try putting your palm flat on the diamond," yanfei suggests and you take a step back. with a steady hand, you lays her palm flat against the side of the pillar, in which a diamond has been engraved onto its surface. around the group of you, the remnants of water begin to glow orange as the pillar emits an even stronger, unnatural glow of energy. the pillar begins to vibrate rapidly and yanfei lets out a small, knowing laugh while the rest of you watch, wide-eyed and confused by the moving pillar.

yet, all that happens is that the cor lapis situated on the top of the pillar falls off, landing on the side of the pillar with a resounding crack. the four of your friends immediately move over to look at the now shattered chunk of cor lapis on the ground, yet you gravitate towards the stone pillar. on the spot where the cor lapis fell, a single name is etched into the stone, as if this pillar is supposed to mark a specific area.

"'xiao'?" you breathe, reading off the word on the pillar.

"what's xi-" kaeya begins, glancing over at you, but before he can finish, a flash of green appears on the opposite side of your friends. your lips part in shock as you watch the deity appear before you. a mask rests on his face and a polearm rests in his hand, yet despite his disguised face, you can sense the anger rolling off his form in waves. his green hair ruffles in the wind as his free hand reaches up to lower his mask. infuriated amber eyes pierce into yours, but the adeptus speaks before you can.

"i am adeptus xiao. how dare you mortals infringe upon jueyun karst and disrupt my land?" xiao seethes and, for once, all five of you are silent as the yaksha points his polearm at you.

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