#when there was an opportunity to make a pun i had to take it. otherwise i just called it something that i thought

[himbofan]

shy shiratorizawa manager

thank you lovely anon for this request!! sorry it took so long i got carried away lol

no beta read we die like daichi

cw: gn reader, manager reader, reader is shorter than ushijima, fluff

characters: most of shiratorizawa's starting lineup

word count: 1k

Coach Washijou was intimidating in a manner disproportionate to his size, and simply put, he terrified you. He had already dealt with past managers only joining the team to flirt with team members, so he was even more tense than usual. It felt like every move was being watched and calculated to make sure you were adequate enough to manage the great Shiratorizawa volleyball team.

However, the coach was only one of the scary obstacles you had to face. The captain was another scary wall looming over you, despite him never saying anything to you besides ‘Thanks’ and ‘Hello’. The rest of the team was plenty intimidating as well, with most of them towering over you effortlessly. 

You made it a point to remain as stoic and professional as possible during practice to seem cool and calculating, never wanting to run the risk that you might be perceived as childish. Tendou often tried to poke at you with remarks and jokes, trying to lighten your serious demeanor. Although you appreciated his attempts, you simply smiled politely and continued on your way. 

“What’s their deal? Am I getting worse at jokes or something?” Tendou chuckled, leaning against the scoreboard casually. 

Leon took a swig of his water bottle before responding, “Nah I don’t think that’s it, they’re probably just shy, I mean we’re not the friendliest looking bunch.” his gaze trailed over to where you were hastily picking up volleyballs around the gym. 

Semi came up from behind Leon and slapped a hand on Tendou’s shoulder. “You’ll get a reaction soon enough, positive or otherwise.”

The redhead scoffed and shook his head, “What kind of encouragement is that..” 

Their conversation was cut short by the coach’s booming voice yelling your name. 

The boys watched curiously as you scurried quickly across the gym to the small man. “Yes, sir?”

“I have some paperwork I need to finish so I’ll be in my office, just start cleaning up if I don’t come back by the end of practice.” he stated gruffly as he rose from the bench. 

You bowed as he turned towards the door and made his way out, silently relieved that you would get a break from his stern gaze. The team was instructed to practice serves for the rest of the day by the other coaches.

You took a deep sigh and closed your eyes. It was as if a hot spotlight that had been searing you for the whole day suddenly turned off. 

The team practiced their serves in two groups, taking turns due to the sheer number of members. You passed out water bottles to the group currently taking a break, which included the starting lineup players. 

Tendou spotted his window of opportunity, sauntering over to you with a pun brewing in his head. 

“(l/n)!”

You turned to see the middle blocker jogging over to you with a grin on his face. Subtly straightening your back to look more professional, you responded “Yes? Did you need something?” 

Tendou shook his head, “Nah, just wanted to chat.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “Oh, um okay.”

He chuckled at your shy demeanor, “Anyway, I have a joke for you; when did the-”

He failed to finish his sentence before being slammed in the back of the head with a stray serve, leaving Tendou bent over in pain with his hands on his head.

A terrified looking first year stood trembling on the other side of the court while his friends were trying to hold back from cackling.

Tendou snapped up with a hand covering the back of his head, violently turning around to see who the culprit was. “Oi! Whoever did that is gonna pay!” he snapped.

You stood bewildered for a second before bursting out into uncontrollable laughter, hands moving to cover your mouth as you doubled over. 

The third year turned back to you with a surprised look on his face, bewitched by your full smile and laughter. In fact, the whole team

You noticed he was staring and quickly started panicking, “I’m so so sorry for laughing, it just surprised me and-” 

He cut you off, waving his hand with a smile, “No no it’s fine I’m not upset at you at all! But I can’t lie, that made me totally forget the joke.”

You giggled, and Tendou swore his heart skipped a beat when he saw your smile.

The rest of the team began to clamor around the redhead, making sure he was fine before continuing practice. 

“Damn, our manager actually has emotions.” Semi stated with his eyebrows raised. 

Leon lightly elbowed him in the ribs, “Don’t be rude, I told you they’re just shy.”

They looked over to see you handing a water bottle to Goshiki with a warm smile while he sputtered out “thank you” with a reddened face.

Shirabu rolled his eyes and crossed his arms at the first year’s reaction, “I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.”

Tendou smirked, “Yeah right, I saw your water bottle totally miss your mouth ‘cause you were staring so hard.”

The setter was unable to retort, the tips of his ears growing red at the middle blocker’s observation.

Meanwhile on the other side of the gym, you were finishing passing out water bottles to the team, ending with the captain. Handing off the drink to the intimidating ace, you immediately turned to leave before being interrupted by a call of your name. “(l/n).”

You turned with wide eyes, “Yes?”

Ushijima looked down at you with piercing hazel eyes as he spoke in a slightly (like, extremely subtly) softer tone. “You look good when you’re smiling.”

You felt heat growing across your face as you desperately tried to find a response, while the tall boy simply walked away. 

From then on, you allowed your smile to slip out a little more around the team. Tendou was very appreciative of your newfound expressiveness, trying to make you laugh all the time to see that pretty smile. Everyone already liked you but now they love you, their precious manager. <3

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #my work #sfw #gn reader #hq x reader #hq fluff #tendou x reader #ushijima x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x gender neutral reader #goshiki x reader #shirabu x reader #requests

[solradguy]

Guilty Gear hugs tier list. These listings can be debated if you want, but I'm going to post this, sign out, and go for a walk before it rains.

Reasoning:

BEST ==

Dizzy: Come on, look at her. Hugs like a best friend you haven't seen in years.

Elphelt: Might be kinda awkward if there's a snowball's chance in hell she thinks she could marry you but otherwise it's a damn good hug.

Jack-O': I'm biased. Hugs like it's the last time she'll ever see you.

Goldlewis: Like being hugged by a grizzly bear. Pats your back. 10/10

Sin: Kid puts his whole heart into everything he does. No way he hugs bad.

Axl: Good at hugging because it really just might be the last time he ever sees you.

Sol: He won't hug you. However, consider: warm, big arms, big chest. If Sol hugs you then the Earth is about to explode and he doesn't want to go out feeling alone.

GREAT ==

May: She's kinda bubbly (pun) and bubbly girls hug good.

Ky: Has rehearsed hugging. Knows the precise amount of time to hug for and how hard to hug but it still feels genuine.

Bridget: Don't have an explanation for this, just think she'd be good at hugs.

Izuna: Hugs like the cool uncle that let you take a sip of his bourbon when you were a teen. Pats your back.

Kliff: Dad hugs. Almost crushes your ribs but there's love in it.

Potemkin: Man's heart's full of love. He's careful not to kill you.

Chipp: Don't think Chipp hugs very frequently because he's a president and he's got an image to maintain, but I think he'd hug like everyone was his friend even if he just met them.

GOOD ==

Jam: Maybe a little too friendly for a hug with a stranger, like she hugs for just a bit too long and it starts getting kinda weird. She didn't mean anything weird by it though.

Zappa: It all depends on how involved S'Ko gets. There might be insects. Decent despite all that.

Slayer: I just don't think he'd hug anyone better than he hugs Sharon. A formal hug.

Leo: Tries too hard to hug well and doesn't quite make it.

Nagoriyuki: Could be killer at hugging if he had more opportunities to. A little out of practice from how long he was sealed in that thing.

Answer: Extremely formal and quick. He's got things to do.

Testament: Out of practice like with Nago. They're getting better though and at least whatever they put in their hair smells nice.

OKAY ==

Anji: If he hugs you, he's probably hitting on you. Depends entirely on how you'd feel about that. If he hugs you and he doesn't like you, I think it'd be a just barely acceptable hug.

Johnny: Saves his best hugs for hot women and his adopted daughters. It's a little awkward, like he doesn't really want to be hugging someone.

Faust: The image here is Strive Faust and I think Strive Faust would hug not great because he's really going through it in Strive and he just needs a moment. Xrd Faust would be up in GOOD or GREAT tier though.

Paradigm: Either you gotta squat down awkwardly to hug him or he's gotta climb up onto a table. Hugs in a professional manner, but the logistics of it make it difficult.

Bedman: Is asleep. Is strapped to a giant bed.

Ram: She's still learning. It's a cold hug because she's not sure how you're supposed to do it yet.

Giovanna: Doesn't want to hug and would rather be doing anything else.

Asuka: He was alright at hugging in 2015 but now it's 2187 and he's forgotten. The experience is uncomfortable for both parties.

Venom: Unless you're Zato, it's a quick and distant hug.

Raven: Would probably hug decently if he was in a serious mood, but odds are he's gonna make it bad weird.

BAD!! ==

Millia: She's had a rough life and also does not want to hug. A hug that makes you fear for your life and be grateful when the hug's over.

Justice: She's dead. Before that she wanted to destroy humanity. You can hug Justice but only once, and you better be fast.

Baiken: You might get stabbed. I can't imagine a scenario where she'd willingly hug anyone that wasn't Delilah.

I-No: Will just straight up kill you. Has never had a reason to hug someone before and might make it horny-weird if she's in a good mood and doesn't kill you first.

Robo-Ky: Assuming Crow programmed him to hug like Flesh Ky, it would still be like hugging a pile of sharp metal. If you're a woman he's going to say something uncomfortable.

Baldhead: Man's really going through it!! Going through it like no man's gone before!! Odds are looking like you'll get murdered.

ABA: Doesn't know what a hug is. Smells like rotting blood and flesh.

Order Sol: Sol at possibly his lowest point. Reeks like hair grease, body odor, and rotting blood. 48% chance you'll get Savage Fang'd, 48% chance you'll get Tyrant Rave'd, 4% chance he rips your heart out with his bare hand.

Valentine: She just stands there and doesn't hug back. Asks questions about hugs, hugging techniques, the meaning of hugs, the history of hugs, and what purpose they serve for as long as you're willing to bullshit answers.

Haehyun: The little human inside the robot is alright at hugging, but the robot itself will probably crush your bones.

Happy Chaos: He's going to do something really friggin weird for shits n giggles and you're going to regret it.

Zato: He's just shit at hugging. Dude died and came back wrong.

#photopost

[coryothesub]

Best Friend

Y’all wanted this so here it comes (no pun intended), my first attempt at writing snowjanus, this is very much nsfw, but there’s no strong dom/sub dynamics going on because poor baby Sej already has a lot to take in during this lovely throuple encounter

nsfw / mdni

“Hi, I’m Sejanus,” a pretty doe-eyed boy extended his hand for a handshake. “You can call me Sej.”

“I know, darling,” you made a little laugh and shook his hand. “Coryo keeps bringing you up the entire time.”

“No, I don't,” Coryo rolled his eyes, standing next to you.

“I don't know, Coryo, my memory says otherwise,” you glanced at him and then turned back to Sej. “He’s just being a little shy about expressing his feelings.”

“He sure is…” Sej smiled at you adorably.

There was surely something happening between those two, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. You thought that maybe meeting the famous best friend would help you figure it out. That's why you immediately agreed when Coryo had asked you to help Sejanus with his classical logic assignment. Coryo knew you’d had that class at the university, but he had surely forgotten you telling him that it felt like floating through a nightmare universe where you understood nothing. However you couldn't miss the opportunity of meeting Sejanus even if that meant making him a bit disappointed.

Sejanus was sitting at your kitchen table sipping black tea you had made for him. Although he wasn't your usual type, you had to admit he was very handsome. He looked strong and athletic, small dark curls surrounding his pretty facial features, softer than Coryo's, with lovely plump lips and the prettiest bamby eyes you’d ever seen.

His gray turtleneck and rectangle glasses gave him a very proper, almost nerdy look. He had an air of a sweet gentleman, mommy's little angel. You couldn't help thinking about how nice it would feel corrupting him. And probably so easy. Maybe it would help you figure out his thing with Coryo if you involved him in one of your fun little games…

Coryo seemed to suspect what you were planning, refusing to leave your side if only for a moment. You could literally feel him standing behind you as you were about to deliver the disappointing news to his friend.

“I'm sorry, Sej,” you pouted, pretending to be scrolling through the notes on his laptop, then leaning closer to him, resting your hands on the arms of his chair for support. “I’m afraid I won't be able to help you with this.”

Sejanus swallowed thickly and put the tea cup on the saucer with a loud clink. You noticed him trying not to look at your cleavage and failing miserably. You had made sure to wear a top that didn't leave too much for the imagination and he kept shooting secret glances at your breasts since the moment he arrived. He probably thought you didn't notice and you just let it slide. Unlike Coryo.

Still standing behind you, he pressed his palm to your thigh as if he was trying to remind you HE was your main baby boy. You knew that. But best friends share things, right?

You looked deeply into Sejanus's eyes. “I was wondering… Maybe I could help you with something else.”

Red blush filled the boy's cheeks.

“I thought… You and Coryo were…” he looked adorably confused.

“Oh, he won't mind. Right, Coryo?” you glanced over your shoulder.

Coryo nodded faintly. You knew he was jealous. But his hand traveling up your thigh and pushing up the hem of your skirt signaled he was also very intrigued about what was gonna happen next.

You caressed along Sejanus's sharp jawline gently.

“Can I kiss you, Sej?”

“Y-yes…” the boy stuttered, eyes wide with surprise.

You leaned closer and pressed your mouth to his deliciously parted lips in a gentle kiss. He seemed hesitant at first but after a few seconds he was kissing you back with subtle soft passion. It felt different from the hungry and desperate kisses you used to exchange with Coryo.

You could hear Coryo's breath speeding up, his heart was probably pounding in his chest. He started to realize that while you were busy with his friend, you wouldn't pay that much attention to his discipline. He could touch you wherever he wanted, however he wanted without any consequences. It made his blood rush to his cock.

Soon enough Coryo's fingers found the warm spot between your legs and started rubbing it through the white cotton panties. You moaned against Sej's lips.

“See? I told you Coryo's gonna enjoy it!”

Sejanus didn't know whether it was proper to look at Coryo attending to your pussy, but the sight was way too arousing to look away. You looked down and noticed his hardening cock pressing against the thin fabric of his beige pants. 

His body language signaled he was flustered after realizing it was too late to try and hide it. But you were sure you knew how to help him relax.

“May I help you with that?” you asked softly, receiving a little nod in return.

You put your hand on his lap and started palming him through his pants, a sweet little moan escaped from his lips. 

Meanwhile Coryo's movements sped up and the warm wetness leaking from your center soon soaked through your panties, leaving a wet spot on the soft fabric. Coryo smirked and pulled them down dipping his fingers in your liquids and using them to lube up your pussy. He moved closer and you felt his impressive hard-on pressing against your derriere. 

Seeing how strained Sej’s cock felt within the confines of his pants you asked him to stand up and unzip himself.

He shot a pleading glance at Coryo looking for his approval. You just couldn't believe his adorableness.

Coryo looked back at Sej, his bright eyes suddenly seemed dark and full of lust. He looked at you both hungrily waiting for you to put up the best show for him. It was too late to stop.

Sejanus unzipped his pants and let his cock spring free. It was thick and handsome. You felt saliva pooling up in your mouth from the sight alone. You gave it a few strokes and let your tongue play around the tip. After a little teasing you slowly took him in your mouth continuing to stroke him at the base. Sejanus let out a sharp breath and gently ran his fingers through your hair as if he was testing how far he was allowed to go touching you before pissing out his friend. 

You peaked up at Sej’s face although you already knew he wasn't looking at you. The boy just couldn't take his eyes off Coryo who's cheeks were tinted with sinful blush. He felt like he was watching something dirty and salacious but he just couldn't help his arousal.

You felt Coryo's tip teasing your entrance. He couldn't wait long before pushing himself inside you. You felt shivers down your spine as his impressive length filled you up more and more with each thrust.

You let out a muffled grunt, mouth impossibly full with Sej’s cock. Coryo's length was usually a challenge for your throat but Sej's girth made your jaw ache as if you were trying to handle a piece of sticky fudge. You could say they were the perfect contrast.

You were bobbing your head up and down, cheeks hollowed as you were taking more and more of his length until the tip of your nose made contact with the patch of dark curls on his pubic bone making you gag.

“Oh sweet jesus, this feels so good, you're a true goddess!” Sejanus moaned, digging his fingers deeper into your hair until your neat bun turned into a shaggy mess. Of course he was the type of guy calling out the names of saints during sex. 

You would smirk if his dick wasn't all the way down your throat. At least he had found a moment to finally turn his eyes away from his best friend and acknowledge your effort.

“She's taking such good care of us, isn't that right Sej?” Coryo hummed, pounding into your pussy with full force, making your knees feel weak.

“So good…” Sej repeated through moans and pants.

“You both are filling me up so nicely. My perfect, beautiful boys,” you cooed blissfully making sure you didn't let the “babyboy” slip. Not yet. That would be too much for Sejanus’s first adventure.

Coryo's thrusts were hard and almost desperate fighting between the wish for you to be his only mommy and him your only babyboy and his newfound love for watching you play with his friend's cock. You looked so incredibly sexy swallowing around his thick member trying not to gag, while Coryo was pounding you from behind.

You felt the familiar feeling of your climax approaching, barely able to stand on your feet as your legs were shaking uncontrollably. You grabbed onto the arms of Sej’s chair for dear life feeling your pussy clenching around Coryo's cock so deliciously.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth, darling?” you looked up at Sejanus batting your eyelashes while catching a short breath just before the grand finale. You looked so fucked out and pretty.

The sight of you talking to Sejanus in a gentle voice while his pretty cock was waiting to disappear back between your lips still wet with your saliva sent Coryo over the edge immediately.

Sejanu’s eyes were glued to his friend's beautiful face, watching him as he was chasing his release, eyes closed, stray curls falling on his forehead. There was something almost angelic about him as was falling apart cumming inside you. You felt your pussy getting filled with warm semen just as you came all over Coryo's dick making squelching sounds while Coryo kept fucking you through your orgasm.

It took only a few seconds of you sucking Sejanus’s dick with your whole heart and soul until he came hard in your mouth filling it with a thick load of cum. 

Coryo watched his friend coming undone, his eyes rolling back and a million praises coming out of his mouth. He couldn't remember the last time he found Sej so hot. Or maybe he really saw it for the first time. 

You sucked Sej through his orgasm intentionally sloppy to keep the precious pearly drops on your lips. 

“Do you want to kiss me, angel?” you turned to Coryo who still seemed to be processing the gorgeous sight he had just witnessed.

Coryo skipped an answer instead grabbing you by the back of your neck and kissing your cum drunk mouth with passion. He always loved the taste of your lips and even more than that he loved Sej’s taste on them.

“Easy, love, you don't want to get in trouble do you?” you decided it was time to remind you who was in charge. 

Sej was already waiting for his turn eager to catch the aftertaste of Coryo's lips mixed with his own cum. It was the closest he could get to kissing Coryo. For now.

But you already knew you were gonna make sure it wouldn't be your last throuple adventure.

#coriolanus snow #young coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #snowjanus #snowjanus x reader #snowjanus x you #thg #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #thg tbosas #oneshot #cts post

[monkey-network]

Good Stuff: Orion and the Dark

You know? I remember playing Pajama Sam 1 many moons ago and to this day I find it lovely to play. Great characters, incredible artwork, the differing routes each playthrough which I didn't even realize until then, and the ending which really stuck with me. That what was kept me anticipating Orion and the Dark, as I felt it was that spiritual successor I never knew I wanted. It sucks that Dreamworks dropped this onto streaming like it was nothing, not even on the site they own no less, but I genuinely looked forward to this and that's what matters. Now that it's out, let it be known I can't believe this will be the first Charlie Kaufman film for me. Just saying, any interest in his previous movies is gonna feel like whiplash.

Just imagining some kid loving Orion & is eventually in awe for a movie called I'm Thinking of Ending Things

To truly start this review, this might be the best kino non-Pixar Pixar movie Dreamsworks ever made. I didn't think of it having the whole "what if X had feelings" factor until now but I actually like that they take it not only in a reasonable direction, but twists the dynamic in a way Pixar honestly hasn't done since... Toy Story 4 I guess? No spoilers, but I enjoyed that Darkness and his entity friends have their insecurities, this is before they all met Orion, and they take that in a very great if offputting direction. Plus I love that they were able to personify these elements I didn't actually think about when it came to night time. They also present the biggest problem with the movie and that's the lack of real camaraderie with the entities and Orion. You enjoy the friendship between the boy and Darkness, but they streamline the bond Orion has with the others and that really makes the story hit or miss depending on if you grow to care about them. I brought up Pixar and yeah, while they have their great individual moments they don't have the same effectiveness dynamic wise as the emotions from Inside Out. Also small nitpick, but I didn't like that Dark's name is "Dark" and not "Darkness"; doesn't roll of the tongue, you know?

Plus we didn't get Orion and Dark playing Cheese & Crackers like missed opportunity of the year

Now again, this is my first Charlie Kaufman film, but I was familiar with his writing style and I gotta say I loved what he does with the structure of the story. It's a story within a story where as soon as the curtain is pulled, I was fully hooked. I love how Orion essentially helps himself overcome some of his fears both thanks to unexpected but welcomed help and developing his own confidence. It was clever how when you put a face on a fear, that fear slowly fades but the film shows that it's not something capable of a cure. Orion's neuroses dilate thanks to this adventure, he probably wouldn't have lived to tell it if otherwise, but it presents that growing up doesn't mean everything will work out perfectly or immediately. Does it do a lot to get to that point? Yes, but I felt the risks paid off in a way I don't think I've seen before in a story like this. I know as a kid I didn't have constant paralyzing premonitions regarding the worse outcomes imaginable like Orion, but on some level I remember what it's like and how it'll still fester your mind as you get older. This film, pun unintended, gets dark on a personal level and will probably stick with me long after watching it.

Can't say this scene broke me, but damn did it get close

Orion and the Dark impressed me as something thought-provoking, that does a lot more than being another adapted storybook. Is it an insanely masterful modern Dreamworks movie like Puss in Boots 2? No, even with its great subversions the movie doesn't juggle everything as well as I hoped. Then again, I highly appreciate that this was a risky movie Dreamworks was willing to release, that got both Kaufman and Werner Herzog of all people on board, as opposed to shelving it like some companies I know. A movie that doesn't spell everything out, that gets to be a family movie not constantly upbeat but colorful and optimistic in all the right ways. Orion deserves a chance where I think everyone will have interesting takeaways even if it won't be their favorite Dreamworks film in recent years. I'm overall glad I saw it and kinda want to see it again soon for missed details.

4 Out Of 5; The night truly shined with this one.

#orion and the dark #animation #movies #dreamworks animation #dreamworks #Netflix #cartoons #reviews #Good Stuff

[coraniaid]

(Answering @badwolfwho1's questions for this character ask game; one of four.)

Buffy

5 What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

There's a chapter of my big Buffy fanfic that is partly named after this song!

21 If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Favorite thing: having Buffy think about Kendra and be upset about Kendra’s death in post-S2 fics.  (Meeting Kendra should be such a pivotal moment in Buffy’s life! It’s both the moment she first accepts that being a Slayer is more than just “a job” and rather a fundamental part of who she is, and the first moment she gets to meet somebody else who is like her (“not the only freak”).  Kendra’s death should, equally, be utterly devasting for Buffy.  Not only did the one other girl in all the world die, but she did so because of a series of mistakes Buffy herself made and, because Buffy had to make a deal with Spike to protect Giles, she didn’t even allow herself the opportunity to avenge her!

In actual canon, however, Buffy mentions Kendra exactly once in an episode Kendra doesn’t appear in (in Becoming Part 2). Just a single line of dialogue in the first episode after Kendra’s death and never again after that (not even when she runs into the vampire who murdered Kendra). Who wouldn't want to fix that? 

Something I don’t like: people writing fic in which they pretend Buffy wasn’t ever really in love with Angel, or that she doen’t really love her mother.  Not only is the show itself very clear about this, but it is a huge part of who Buffy is as a person.  Buffy/Spike and Buffy/Faith make no sense except in the context of Buffy having once loved a vampire who lost his soul and she had to send to hell; a teenage Buffy who doesn’t care about her mother’s approval and an adult Buffy who doesn’t still miss her mother terribly are just not recognizable to me as the character we actually see on the show. You don't have to personally like Bangel as a ship or think Joyce is a good mother to appreciate this, and I think if you have Buffy say otherwise you are just projecting your own opinions about the show onto her in a fairly boring and lazy way.    

24 What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Not really a fandom I’ve ever been active in as such (although I liked the Greg Weisman directed cartoon a lot as a kid and I’m still slightly bitter about how it was cancelled) but Spider-Man has always seemed the most obvious inspiration for Buffy as a character? I mean, Buffy’s a wisecracking, pun-loving teenage superhero (whose exact strength and powers vary as the plot demands), one who mostly fights alone and who has to hide her abilities from her family members and work a series of low-wage and low-status jobs rather than take personal advantage of her powers, largely because of her belief that having the abilities she does gives her the responsibility to protect people.

(And, while realistically it would be absurd to think nobody in history had ever thought of the joke before, I’ll admit I was slightly perturbed recently to stumble on a clip of the old animated Spider-Man series from the 1990s in which Peter Parker makes the exact same “mythtaken” pun as Buffy does in A New Man only a few years later.)

#btvs #asks #thanks

[baby-beelzeburger]

Oh my gosh if you’re still taking Solomon requests, I dare you to give me your favorite headcanons of him, HE’S SO CUTE AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Solomon deserves so much love. I would LOVE to hear how you perceive him

Challenge accepted >:) Thank you for requesting! Coming up with these was a lot of fun.

Solomon is very fascinated by different cultures around the world. He's spent a lot of time studying them, and knows a lot of languages as a result, ancient and modern. 

He's super romantic. Like, candlelit dinner, walk in the park at sunset, rose petals on the bed kind of romantic. Probably the most romantic of the whole cast, right next to Barbatos and Satan.

He really cares about Asmo. He didn't at first, but he's had a lot of time to get to know him. Despite being total opposites, Asmo ended up growing on him a lot.

Satan is his second favorite of the brothers.

He has abandonment issues, or something similar to it. He's watched people he loved and cared about grow old and die around him for thousands of years, all while he stayed young. That's done a lot of damage to him. He's hesitant to get to know MC for this very same reason. 

He sees Luke and Simeon as a sort of pseudo-family, like they’re his own brothers. He really cares about them.

He’s fascinated by astronomy. He tried for a while to get Belphegor to teach him about the Devildom sky, but after Belphie refused so many times, he eventually gave up and read some books on the subject instead. 

Despite the leniency on MC regarding the difficulty of their classes, Solomon's are just as advanced as everyone else's at RAD. Diavolo decided that Solomon didn't need the handicap that MC had, and Solomon wouldn't have wanted it even if Dia had chosen otherwise.

He secretly knows that no one likes his cooking. He's not really offended, but he is annoyed that no one will tell him straight up, so to mess with them he offers to make food at any and every given opportunity until someone finally has the guts to just tell him it sucks. 

Solomon absolutely hates lying to others, but he finds it necessary sometimes. When he can, he tries telling half-truths over full lies.

He’s so touch starved that even gently brushing hands with MC while they walk beside each other is enough to get his heart fluttering.

His main love languages are quality time and acts of service

He’s one of those people who you can just exist in the same room doing your own separate things, and he’ll consider it valuable hang out time. He’ll cherish that time spent with you, even if neither of you are talking.

He's the best at keeping level-headed in a crisis, even when he's freaking out on the inside.

He gives the best advice. Somehow always knows exactly what to say. 

If Simeon is the mom friend of the group then Solomon is the dad friend. 

I like to think he really enjoys making bad puns. He thinks they're funny, and other's annoyed reactions to them is like candy to him.

He's got a major sweet tooth. He considers himself very lucky that he is friends with Luke because of it.

He's a puzzle guy. Luckily, so are Luke and Simeon. They spend a lot of time around Purgatory Hall drinking tea, eating sweets, and putting together puzzles. 

#obey me #obey me solomon #obey me headcanons #omswd #omswd solomon #omswd headcanons #i love him so much its insane

[uldren-sov]

I know but the people need to know for mat: 💋⚓️🍼

about HIMST??? lolol tyty!! Ask meme here

💋 — kissing

He's pretty good at kissing, he's been trained to do so. Back when he was a courtier he had plenty of instruction on how to kiss and kiss well. Part of his job was to be alluring and a good lover should a Prince look his way. So, he's already working with a solid foundation to smooching. He's fairly flirty when it comes to his kisses, quick but maybe he can snatch a lip with his teeth as well. Otherwise, he likes setting the pace and tone when things get more intimate with how he kisses and also leading/controlling intimacy through it as well.

⚓️ — sailing

HE DOESN'T LIKE IT. HE HATES DEEP WATER. BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT'S IN DEEP WATER? DEVILS. HORRIFIC DEVILS AND THE WORST PART IS, YOU CAN'T SEE THEM COMING. AND IF NOT DEVILS, THEN OTHER ANIMALS THAT CAN EAT HIM/HURT HIM. IT IS HELLACIOUS (no pun intended) TO SAIL. ALSO HE GETS SO SEASICK. 0/10 HATES SAILING. HATES WATER. CAN'T DO IT, WON'T DO IT, HE DOESN'T WANT TO LEARN; DON'T MAKE HIM. .

🍼 — taking care of children

He treats children like little adults, so it depends if you think that it means he's good at taking care of children. He enjoys working with children, he becomes a teacher in the little village he helps to found in Brelia, to teach children and others their basic education (and more). He also enjoys children generally, like their curiosity and wonder is so important and he viciously guards children's rights to just be a child. Unlike the opportunity he got.

#ask meme answers #OC: Matyas

[sugarrspice]

Jackie lets himself into their apartment, sniffs the air, and sneezes.

The air smells- cold. Solemn as the grave, as it usually does; he's actually gotten used to the comfort of the weight of the atmosphere. Like a weighted blanket, he told Henrik. Atop that lies the heavier smell of abject fucking misery, and he likes that far less.

He sets down his bag, and peers around the room like it'll tell him where Henrik's gone. He can't hear anything, but the doctor is already terrifyingly quiet, and the smell doesn't tell him anything useful.

With another sigh, he tugs off his jacket, tossing it onto the chair. Henrik will scold him, but Henrik always scolds him, and then Jackie masterfully redirects him.

"Hen," he calls out into the quiet. "I'm back. No hello, how are you kisses?"

Even with wolf-sharp hearing, he can only hear a muffled garble of words in response, but still, Jackie perks up. There he is.

Henrik is, when he slips into their bedroom, bundled up under their weighted blanket and staring at the book in front of him; so much for reading, Jackie assumes. With a hum, Jackie approaches, collapsing onto his side of the bed; he doesn't try to touch Henrik just yet. There are bad days, and there are bad days. The soft mattress against his back does wonders for his screaming muscles, and he can't help but relax, ever so slightly.

"I know that page isn't that riveting that you'd ignore my arrival," he says, batting his eyes up at Henrik; Henrik doesn't even bat an eye. That's... still worrying. There should be a jibe, a jab, something.

He sighs, and offers his hand, palm up; Henrik will take it if he wants the touch. "Talk to me, Polaris. What's wrong? Is today's day-"

He pauses, wracking his brains. Shit, he didn't miss Henrik's turning-day, or something, did he? But no, it's well in the middle of November and that gods-forsaken day was in August.

Henrik does, to his surprise, reach out to take his hand, lacing their fingers together. He's cool, cooler than a regular human; Jackie's going to have to make sure he's not been forgetting to feed. Taking the opportunity, Jackie wiggles closer, pressing up to Henrik's side.

"It's not your turning day, as far as I know, work's been okay-?"

"I saw," Henrik says quietly, "someone I didn't expect to see. I told you about- in work, they transferred in someone I knew. Jack."

Jackie makes a noise of understanding. Henrik's talked about Jack very, very rarely; only on nights where he's half-drowsy from satiation or otherwise preoccupied. All he knows- all he knows is that this Jack had something to do with his turning.

He's trying not to make too many assumptions about that, brutal as Henrik's turning had been. It's entirely just as likely he was an innocent bystander in an otherwise horrific attack.

"And I'm assuming people came with him."

"Apparently," Henrik says, and the wet-mulch smell of misery only increases tenfold. Jackie flounders for a moment, and eventually sits upright so he can wriggle under the blanket with Henrik. In his defense, Henrik is running cold right now; he could use the extra heat.

"And this is...? A bad thing?"

"A reminder," Henrik says, and then lapses back into silence. Definitely a brooding mood. Jackie shakes his head, and curls around Henrik; Henrik is not a small man, and he can't quite nestle his head on the curve of his shoulder the way he usually would, but this has never stopped Jackie, and he's not planning on letting it stop him now.

"Is today a take-out and GATTACA night?"

Henrik pauses, and then sighs, the movement exaggerated enough that Jackie rocks a little with it. "If that was a pun about feeding on a date night..."

Jackie snickers. "C'mon. It wasn't even that bad. Had some real bite to it--"

"You're awful," Henrik tells him primly, turning to trap him in a headlock; Jackie wiggles with glee. Mission- distract boyfriend a resounding success, and he lets the wolf's pelt flow over him like a second skin as he twists to wrestle Henrik in turn. He can't- he can't fix this. He became a hero to help, and sometimes, he's learnt, it's just company that can help.

Henrik's not smiling, exactly, but those deep brown eyes are softening, softening- so he figures he'll take the victories where he can get them.

#dochero #jackie x henrik #superdrug #ego shipping #egoshipping #spice writes #fae au #Installment two! Some friends have been kind enough to hear me ramble and now we have an extra plot running. #If any of these tags oughtn't be used please let me know! I'm still sorting out the tagging system for egoshipping.

[tarryloesinne]

OMNITRANYL - 02. What happens in milliseconds

Let's go back to seven days before the explosion.

The Bellwood power station was closed. All the station's employees were in the comfort of their homes, under the warmth of a sleep that only dawn could provide. Those present at the station at this moment opted for a sneak invasion and tried their best not to make any noise so not to attract the attention of the authorities.

Kevin's car was parked outside, waiting for Ben, Gwen, and its owner to investigate the report that a creature had been seen in the surroundings of the station.

The creature, on the other hand, chose to arrive in flight.

The silence was completely broken when Kevin was thrown and crashed into the west wall of the station. With the impact, a thunderous sound echoed through the area and a hole opened in the concrete wall. He was lucky that his skin at this moment was composed of the purest iron, otherwise at least two of his ribs would have broken.

"Give up, Albedo, you won't be able to escape," said Ben. "In truth, your plans never worked out. You should have learned by now."

A red-eyed Vaxasaurian stared at the teenager. The moonlight made the almost ten-foot-tall creature form a huge shadow on the ground. Its bestial breath turned to smoke as it came into contact with the cold night air. The alien replied in his thick voice:

"I am a scientist, Tennyson, failures are part of scientific experimentation."

"Oh, yeah?" Kevin came out from under the debris and went through the hole in the wall with an angry look on his face "So wait a minute and I'll give you a bunch of data to analyze when I smash your face!"

Kevin jumped up with his arms raised over his head and, with clenched hands, aimed a blow at the top of Albedo's head. The creature, in turn, turned its body with impressive speed for its size and hit Kevin in the air with its tail. The teenager flew away again, this time in the direction of an electrical tower.

"Kevin!" shouted Gwen. The girl moved her hands and threw a bundle of mana around the young man's waist, then pulled the energy rope and avoided a serious accident by a matter of inches.

"Thanks, Gwen!" Kevin looked up at the tower, relieved, as he walked away from the construction.

"Be more careful! Even you can't take a shock like that, especially with that iron skin of yours."

"It wasn't my fault, okay?" his feet touched the ground.

From the other side of the station Ben's voice was heard:

"Gwen, is Kevin hurt!?"

"Not yet, Tennyson!" replied Kevin

"That's too bad!" Ben said ironically, without taking his eyes off the creature in front of him. "Okay, Albedo, where were we?"

The Vaxasaurian half-closes his eyes at the provocation.

Ben presses the Omnitrix core on his wrist and it coats himself with a green light.

Albedo seizes the opportunity that the transformation has afforded him to flee. With heavy steps, he heads towards one of the exits of the station. Each step made the ground tremble above him.

As soon as the greenish glow fades, no sign of Ben or any alien can be seen on the scene.

Suddenly, the Vaxasaurian feels an icy wind across his chest, radiating a chill down his spine. Slowly, a blue image began to materialize from his chest and then float in front of him.

"But you're leaving already?" said Big Chill in a voice that bordered on a whisper "It's still early, at least stay for a cup of coffee..."

The villain grits his teeth and contracts the muscles of his left arm to attack, but his arm doesn't move. He then realizes that a thick layer of ice has spread from his chest and expands all over his body, mainly limiting the movement of his limbs.

"That's my fault, I admit," Big Chill smiles.

Albedo ignored the alien and began to force movements against the ice. Little by little, cracks began to form, echoing shattering sounds. The Vaxasaurian emitted a grunt with each effort.

The necrofriggian flew around, circling the creature.

Finally Albedo manages to free his left arm, lifting fragments of ice and mist into the air. With one mighty punch he destroys the thick icy layer that trapped his feet, and then leaves in the direction of the exit.

Two steps. That was all he managed to do before he felt his left leg no longer rise from the ground, trapped under another iceberg stuck in the ground. With another punch, he shattered the trap on his left limb, but before he could take another step, he felt the irritating chill run through his other leg. He was trapped again. The creature's patience was reaching its limit.

"What is it, Albedo? Can't you get out?" Big Chill flew around the villain, shooting more and more jets of pure blizzard at the creature's body. "I can do this all night long."

"Really, Tennyson?" Albedo destroys part of the ice that covered his chest and grabs Big Chill in mid-air. "And if I kill you right now?"

"I want to see you try," Big Chill smiled and slowly began to disappear.

As the image of the necrofiggian faded, another one filled Albedo's field of vision: Kevin was approaching, jumping over mana platforms to reach the creature's height and then launched himself into the air with a right hook prepared especially for the villain.

The clash between the Vaxasaurian's jaw and the Osmosian's iron hand resulted in a loud metallic noise that spread throughout the place. With the impact, the huge creature became unbalanced and fell backwards, shattering what was left of the ice and collapsing to the ground, unconscious.

"Add this to your research now, you sucker!" Kevin turned his back on the creature and continued walking toward his companions.

Gwen approaches him running, while Ben descends to the ground and covers himself with his wings, forming a beautiful blue hood.

"Now what do we do with it?" asked Kevin.

"We should warn Azmuth," said Gwen. "Everything concerning the Omnitrix must be passed on to him."

"Or we could send it to the null void," proposed Kevin.

"That's not a bad idea," said Ben.

"And it would be faster too."

"Azmuth hates the idea that a copy of his creation is wandering around," said Gwen. "Maybe he can turn off Albedo's clock and-"

"I know, Gwen," said Ben

"And you don't mind that someone with your face is walking around committing crimes?"

"It bothers me a lot, yes," Ben said "It's unfair that a pretty little face like mine is with a psychopath like him; but, Gwen, look at the time... I'm soo sleep. Azmuth catches Albedo inside the null void later"

"The null void is infinite, Ben," she said.

"Really?" Ben looked at Kevin "You knew thi-"

"Ben, look out!"

Gwen summons a spherical shield around the three youngs. A frightening claw mark is drawn on the defense behind Ben. Slowly the scar begins to fade on the surface of the shield, making way for the wild sight of the creature.

The heroes have fooled themselves into thinking that the villain would remain unconscious for long. Not only has he awakened, but he has changed form. At first, they thought they were being attacked by an appoplexian like Rath, but there was something very different about this new alien.

The musculature was more defined, especially in the back, causing the alien's body to curve forward. His coat was longer and wilder, especially his face that resembled a mane so long and sparse. On the back of his hands, two attached claws protruded instead of one like Rath's.

And above all, not even in Rath's worst days could one see so much hate and bloodlust in the eyes of a creature like this one...

Albedo advanced against the shield again, drawing countless sequential slashes with each attack. Each blow made the defense shaken and its members fear for their lives.

The shield won't hold forever, thought Ben.

Ben flew up through the shield, trying to get the creature's attention. With one last attack from Albedo, the defense shattered and Kevin jumped toward Gwen to get her out of the alien's line of attack.

Big Chill fires an icy blast at the creature's back to get its attention. It slowly turns its body and stares at him with fury in its gaze. The necroffrigian throws himself through the air toward Albedo, and along the way, Big Chill becomes increasingly intangible until he disappears, seeking to take his opponent by surprise.

With a few inches to go, the creature moves its body quickly, as if sensing the approach of the attack, positioning itself with claws ready to strike.

It dodged!

Ben checked his own body to make sure it was invisible.

This alien's senses are absurd!

"What is wrong, Tennyson?" Said Albedo in a guttural voice like a roar. "Are you trying to understand how I managed to dodge his attack? It's easy!" He positioned a finger on the tip of its muzzle "I sensed a very strong smell of fear approaching me..."

Big Chill returned to his normal appearance. With his wings he hovered in the air.

"Have you looked in the mirror recently, Albedo? If you did, you would surely feel the 'smell' spreading around you immediately. That is, if the mirror remained whole long enough for you to appreciate your beautiful image." Big Chill crossed his arms "If you want, I can give you the phone number of my hairdresser, he can't work miracles, that's a fact."

"Don't you ever shut up?" said the creature.

"I tried it once, I didn't like it very much."

Big Chill sees Gwen and Kevin stealthily approaching the alien. Around the girl's hands, balls of energy grew and became increasingly dense, ready to be thrown. Kevin, in turn, twisted his hands into two heavy balls of iron spikes and ran towards the creature.

"But tell me," said Big Chill, "what kind of alien are you transformed into?"

"Don't you recognize it?" Albedo gives a wicked smile with teeth. "Try to guess. Meanwhile I'll finish off your annoying friends."

Without turning his body around, the creature takes one of his arms behind his back and trims Kevin's iron ball. It jams its claws into the sphere, so that the osmosian cannot escape, and then spins its body around. Two turns on his own axis and then Albedo launches Kevin toward Gwen. Gwen's two energy balls dissipate in the air the moment she is hit by her colleague's body. Both are then thrown and fall unconscious to the ground.

"Gwen! Kevin!" Ben couldn't believe his eyes.

Big Chill inflated what would have been his lungs and launched a huge glacial blast towards the villain. The creature brought its arms in front of its face and, ignoring the ice forming on its body, advanced at a slow pace toward Ben.

The necroffrigian fired relentlessly. At some points the villain even stopped for a moment, but then it started walking towards Ben again. He then saw from within the blizzard a gigantic paw protrude and grab his head.

There was no time to escape.

Albedo slammed the body of Big Chill three times on the ground. Dust and debris rose into the air with each impact. A small crater formed in the ground with each hit. It was a merciless wrath.

The creature lifted the half-decayed body of Big Chill. Holding it by the head like a trophy, it said:

"Ben Tennyson, you pathetic human..."

The boy didn't respond.

"You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment..."

Ben tried to maintain a minimum of consciousness in order not to faint completely. His body ached and throbbed.

Albedo brought his other paw up to the center of the thorax and clawed his claws around the Omnitrix symbol. The appendages of the back of his hand scratched the necroffrigian's throat.

"I can't stand your arrogance! I just hate it! For I know that if it weren't for the Omnitrix, you would be just another insignificant and disgusting being who contaminates this disgusting little planet..."

He moves his claws even deeper into the symbol, causing little green electric beams to radiate from inside the device. If for those looking from the outside it felt that these beams indicated danger, for Ben it meant pain. With the omnitrix intimately bound to all his molecules, each escaping electrical pulse was marked by a stabbing pain coursing through his body.

"Maybe if I pull it out of you..." The creature's face deformed into a demonic expression of rage and sadism. "If I destroy the omnitrix still trapped within you, perhaps I can get the level of suffering I dream of causing you!"

The greenish light of the Omnitrix flashed, with more and more electrical beams escaping from its fissures. Big Chill screamed, but his voice was muffled by the paw that held his head. Mist from the necroffrigian's screams could be seen escaping through the creature's fingers.

Suddenly Albedo stopped.

The creature let go of the symbol and stared at its hand. It trembled. As if discarding a small paper ball, Albedo threw Big Chill aside and turned his attention back to himself.

The necroffrigian hit the ground and undid the transformation. Ben rolled a few more feets before he stopped with his face on the ground. He was disoriented; but mostly he felt very painful. His body was vibrating and throbbing.

Gwen was the first to wake up and ran towards Ben.

"Ben, are you ok?"

"Ouch..." He tried to get up, but felt his arms weakened. "I've been worse. How are you? Where's Kevin?"

"He's okay. He grumbled a little when I tried to wake him up, but he's alive."

"Everybody!" shouted Kevin.

The two cousins looked up to find their friend. However, the figure of the creature with clear signs of distress caught their attention. It stood with both paws on its head and staring at the ground. It seemed to seek sanity. Only a guttural groan could be heard from the creature. Suddenly it raised its head and began to look quickly at its surroundings.

Kevin's voice echoed again, this time he was running towards his cousins:

"What are you guys doing standing there, it's going to get away!"

Said and done. The creature jumped and launched itself into the air, drawing a parabola in the sky. It was not possible to see where it landed, but from the trajectory, it was at least hundreds of feets away from the station.

"Gwen, Kevin, go to the car. I'll fly after him."

"Are you sure, Tennyson?" said Kevin "You don't look so good..."

"I am" he said seriously, trying to ignore his own pain. "He's too dangerous for us to let go."

"It's up to you, come on Gwen."

The girl hesitated for a moment before going to the car. The two of them went urgently towards the nearest exit to where the car was parked.

Ben, in turn, was preparing himself for the transformation. Before activating the omnitrix, he noticed that Albedo's claw marks were still on the surface of the disk, with small sparks coming out of them.

"You look great too, Omnitrix," he said wryly as he touched the watch's disk.

A hologram projected itself onto the device. Turning the disk, he went from one creature to another, thinking about which one to choose:

"Swampfire, Chromastone, Brainstorm, Jet-Ray. Yes, let's go with Jet-Ray!" And he pressed the disk.

A green light coats Ben, initiating the transformation.

The omnitrix sinks into the surface of Ben's skin like a parasite invading a body, tearing tissue and forcing the skin to regenerate itself over the watch structure.

Something was wrong.

From the point where the watch once stood, Ben felt as if something was running under his skin, bringing with it a stabbing pain that traveled up his arm until it reached his sternum. A bulge appeared in the center of his chest and tore through his skin to make room for the symbol of the omnitrix.

The young man almost fainted at the image he had just witnessed.

An excruciating pain coursed through his spine, bringing with it the sensation that his vertebrae were deforming and multiplying. A skinless tail began to project from his tailbone to the ground.

Ben screamed in agony.

His face began to pull, as if the muscles in his face were walking and shifting position. He felt the cartilage in his nose soften and pull on the skin until it disappeared into his face. The young man then found himself in further despair: he was no longer able to breathe. In intense distress, Ben tried to draw in air, but his airways were altering their anatomy and causing him to suffocate. Abruptly he felt the skin between one of his ribs tear and a searing pain pierce his soul. One by one, the spaces between his ribs began to break up and give way to black gelgas.

Tears streamed down his deformed face.

A cruel and distressing feeling radiated from his hands that caught his attention. The young man watched his fingers change their shape, fusing their carpal bones together and forming a three-fingered structure.

He roared and screamed in agony as each deformity, fracture and fusions penetrated his bones, muscles and organs. He cried out for help, but saw nothing and no one coming to him for support.

With his distorted hand, he struck the symbol on his chest, interrupting the transformation. The process began to reverse itself, bringing with it all the excruciating pain, suffering, and sensation of the cruelest torture, until it returned to its human body.

And then the green glow goes out.

Ben, standing up, sees Gwen and Kevin running towards him. There is panic in their gazes. His vision was beginning to blur.

H-help...

#ben 10 ultimate alien #ben10 #ben 10 uaf #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 #writing #fiction #fanfic

[coquelicoq]

What if you *were* in charge of designating Yunmeng shuangjie posts for historical preservation? What other posts would you pick?

re these tags about how i am NOT in charge of this nor should i be

okay first of all, i'm touched that you value my opinion. second, you're making me choose??? RUDE. third, thank you for giving me a way to procrastinate my actual work today, because my job is boring but you know what's not boring? yunmeng shuangjie. suck it, employer!

i went through my yunmeng bros tag but there are over 450 posts in there and i found myself going "oh yes this one definitely" about every four posts or so, and at some point i was like okay babygirl you are not gonna answer this ask by linking to over one hundred posts, i refuse to let you do that. so i forced myself to pick a more reasonable number and then ruthlessly culled the list until i simply could not bring myself to remove any of the remaining. which means this is not at ALL comprehensive or exhaustive, it's just...idk, the last ymsj posts i would jettison if my life depended on lightening my ship??? (in this scenario i'm on a ship in a storm or something. and tumblr posts are heavy. just go with it.) (also, i had to make the executive decision to exclude fic, for my sanity.) (again, can't stress enough how little suited i am to this endeavor. please put someone else in charge!!)

themed gifsets

next life, past life by @ghafahey

brotherly shove by @ohsehuns

brotherly shove (sad remix) by @laoih

troll & eyeroll by @starcatching

fond and proud by @nyx4

roasting intensifies by @ctl-yuejie

reconciliation precedents by @tytangfei

future progression by @messmikkelsen

last words by @evakant

edits

rilke abel!jc by @zelkam

book of ruth by @yibo-wang

some good mistakes by @ghostcity

the past beats inside me like a second heart by @mushroomwriter

the chain by @rozarria

brother by kodaline by @hooned

meta

jiang cheng's sacrifice by @amedetoiles

wwx hears "you're a burden"/jc hears "you're not important to me" by @sleepy-sothis with tags by amedetoiles

jiang cheng's priority, according to wei wuxian by a blog since deactivated

sometimes…not telling someone about things you did for them…is worse but also completely understandable and fittingly, tragically ironic by @winepresswrath

wei wuxian thought jiang cheng left him first by winepresswrath and @angst-wizard

cliff notes by @veliseraptor, @syolen, @viterbofangirllovestheuntamed, and @chalkrevelations

they never call each other brother by @autumnslantern

art

If I was dying on my knees by @zelkams-art

(to the words never spoken) by @zoenold

papercraft suibian reveal (with bonus ka-hug!) by @yutaan

humor

wei wuxian's memory's priorities by winepresswrath with meme by me

the fuck you want? by @jingyi

I WILL SCATTER YOUR ASHES TO THE WI- oh my god are you okay by @valarinde

star-crossed brothers by @vvujiarchive

#wei wuxian #jiang cheng #the untamed #they're brothers. they are BROTHERS #there are so many good posts about them this was SO HARD omg #there are like...fifty more where i really wanted to include them but had to restrain myself. very cruel #i started making really detailed and arbitrary inclusion criteria just to narrow it down #i should probably just make a fave ymsj posts tag but that seemed like too much work for one day and i am impatient #so instead you get this #most of the names i gave these are just made up (by me) so don't read too much into it #when there was an opportunity to make a pun i had to take it. otherwise i just called it something that i thought #would make it clear to me what post it was #asks #anon #links

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Fallout 4 romanced Companions reactions to sole being cute and todderlike when they get anxious? Like they hold their companions thumb or bunch up the bottom hem of their shirt?

FO4 Romanced! Companions React to Sole with Anxiety Tics

This was an awesome prompt! Thanks so much for sending it in! I hope you enjoy! 😊

(Also, I realized after the fact that I totally have like... almost all of these tics. So this was a fun journey of self discovery for me 😅 )

Cait:

Cait’s nostrils flared as Sole sat beside her, their anxiety clear in the way they incessantly cracked their knuckles over, and over, and over again. How their knuckles could even crack that much, Cait wouldn’t know. And she knew a lot about knuckles! She even cracked her own from time to time. But this seemed like overkill. Her hands would fly over to grab at her partner’s, her grip firm in the way it pried their fingers from where they clenched at their knuckles. Sole would look up at her in shock, utterly unaware that they were doing it at all, and Cait would loosen her grip, flashing them an apologetic smile and asking if there wasn’t some better way for them to release their pent-up anxiety? Maybe they could train with Cait? Box a little? C’mon, she promises to go easy!

Curie:

"Oh! Mon dieu, do not injure your clothes like this!" Curie would focus her attention on Sole, gently pulling their hands from where they bunched and tugged at the fabric between their fingers. She knew this was a tendency her companion had whenever they felt uncomfortable, and the doctor would do her best to find an alternative coping mechanism for Sole to deal with their stress. Going through breathing exercises and helping them to identify what was the true cause of their anxiety, and then trying to make whatever it is seem less daunting, Curie would do everything. Her medical training would help quite a bit in these instances, but her presence at Sole’s side would be all the more comforting, given the nature of their relationship. Once Sole shows Curie that they are trying to adhere to her more professional coping mechanisms, the doctor would be thrilled, giving constant praise and encouragement to her partner any time they seemed to be successfully dealing with their anxiety.

Danse:

Danse would spend a long time wondering silently to himself why it was that Sole always made that face when they spoke to strangers for the first time, or they seemed lost in thought, or had to speak in front of a crowd. Their mouth turned sideways, chin gyrating in such a strange way… He wondered if it somehow helped them? He wasn’t sure. When he finally managed to ask Sole about it, and they looked down at their feet in embarrassment, their expression raising up to reflect that very same face that he had been inquiring about, he decided that he already understood. He had a nervous tic as well, his superiors always berated him for cracking his knuckles when he was stressed, and now he would be the one to say something to Sole, to place a hand comfortingly on their shoulder and fix them with his sympathetic gaze when they were anxious enough to bite at the inside of their cheek. He would feel as though he were being too hard on them every time he told them to cease their nervous tendency, no matter how gentle he was about it, but ultimately he told himself, (and Sole if they brought it up) that it was because he cared. The idea of them physically harming themself, even in such a miniscule way, wouldn’t sit right with him, and he would try to work with them to find a more productive outlet to dealing with their anxiety.

Deacon:

The Railroad agent noticed early on that Sole would tug at their collar when they got antsy, and would see it as an opportunity. Every time he would see them reach for the top of their shirt, he would do the same to his own, making it a game to see how long it takes them to notice his mimicking. It was a fun way to pass the time, and to distract his partner from whatever it happened to be that was worrying them. Once Sole made it clear to Deacon that they knew what he was doing, he'd just grin at them, nice and big, telling them that everything was gonna be okay, maybe pulling them in for a reassuring hug or kiss if they looked like they needed one. Bonus points if they get nervous talking to him. In that case, he just stares straight back at them as his hand mirrors theirs, tugging at his own shirt collar…or he may even begin to tug at their collar as well, booping them on the nose as he tells them how cute they are when he makes them nervous.

Hancock:

When Hancock first noticed Sole biting at their cuticles, he figured they might be hinting for him to stop doing it himself, as that had always been a habit of his. He would continue to watch when they did it, to see if they only tore at the tips of their fingers after they had seen him do it himself, but that didn’t seem to be the case. No, only when they were about to have a tough conversation, speak in front of people, or otherwise were uncomfortable, would they engage in this destructive action. Hancock would smile to himself, approaching his partner and would slowly pry their hand from their mouth as he asked them what was bothering them. When they admitted to having their little habit, he would ask if they’d noticed his, and found that they thought he was the one mimicking them. The pair would chuckle at the thought, both of them thinking the other was making fun of them; when, in reality, they both just coincidentally happened to have the same bad habit. From then on, the couple would work together to try and prevent the other from tearing at their fingers, and would instead settle for holding hands when one of them was uncomfortable.    

MacCready:

He hated to think that he liked when his partner was anxious, but he just can’t help but smile whenever he notices Sole bringing their fingers up to tangle in their hair. The way they nervously stroked at the strands on their head, turning them round and round into little coils that would unravel once their hand left it’s place atop their head, it always made him smile; and in certain situations he would most definitely have to resist the urge to tackle them with his affection. In other situations however, if they weren’t in a very public place, or a dangerous area, if their nervousness was stemming from his steamy compliments, he wouldn’t hesitate to run his own hands through their lovely locks before covering their blushing face with kisses, even as his own cheeks turned pink. Did he ever make them flustered on purpose? Um... no. He wouldn’t dream of it ;)

Nick:

Whenever Nick sees Sole's hands running up and down their thighs, he knows that they're becoming uncomfortable. It’s his job to pay attention to the little details, and it hadn’t taken him long at all to notice his partner’s little habit, and to take action when he realized that the action was direct evidence suggesting that they were uncomfortable. No matter the situation they're in, Nick will cease whatever he's doing and reach over his good hand and rest it atop one of theirs, or lay it, palm up, on their thigh so that they can grab ahold of it if they so choose. The old synth's eyes miss nothing when Sole is in an anxious state, and he, without fail, will offer himself as a listening ear, a hand to hold, or an advice giver until he sees that Sole has physically calmed down.

Piper:

"Stop biting your nails, Blue!" Piper would shout every time she saw her partner giving in to their little nervous tic. It almost became a game with her, to see how quickly she would notice their discomfort. The sooner the better, because then she could help talk them through whatever was bothering them, Sole would startle easily every time she did it, but would find themself looking forward to the times that Piper caught them “red handed,” as it were. Sole rarely ever registered when they were doing it, and the fact that their partner did, well… they would be touched to know that Piper paid that much attention to them. And it made them even happier when she offered to paint their nails or give them a hand massage whenever she noticed that their nails were grown out.

Preston:

The first time Sole went to grasp his hand firmly in theirs, Preston thought it was rather odd, as they weren't yet together. Though he didn't mind, he did bring it up to Sole later on, just out of curiosity, and when they explained that it was a nervous tic they had, to grab onto someone they trusted when they felt anxious, he would feel nothing short of honored. The fact that Sole felt comfortable enough with him to look to him in their time of uncertainty, that they depended on him like that… it would warm his heart. As it became more of a common occurrence, the two would develop a sort of communication system this way, if Sole squeezed his hand a certain number of times it would tell him what they were nervous about, which became quite handy (pun fully intended) in certain situations. As bad as he feels about Sole being uncomfortable in any capacity, he can't help but admit how much he adores their reaction to it. It makes him feel strong, and protective, and loving, and trusted, and needed, and allows him to communicate to Sole that he'll always be there for them.

X6-88:

The courser's attention would fall to Sole the instant they started shifting side-to-side on their feet. His eyes would note the condition of the rest of their body, knowing full well that this tic of theirs was a direct result of their anxiety. When he realizes that Sole is outwardly fine, he won't quite know how to help them, but he'll want to try to do something for them. X6 will move towards them, reaching out a hand and placing it on their shoulder, his grip soft, but the weight of his palm pressing down on them would help ground them and prevent them from continuing their nervous movements. He'll want to help for their sake, want to make them feel safe, but also will want to prevent them from disclosing their anxious state to any onlookers or potential enemies.

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[benjaminmoorepaint]

red: the color of...grantaire?

Figured I might do another meta post like the one I did for Marius to address the myths and misconceptions surrounding certain characters, so it's Grantaire's turn!

I'm sure we all know Grantaire quite well...a sensitive starving artist, with his Apollo as his muse, and a cynic who pragmatically points out the flaws in Enjolras's idealism, which they quarrel over.

Let's unpack that!

Grantaire is most likely middle class if not wealthy, he is certainly not poor. We don't know what he's studying (if he's studying at all) but he is nevertheless a quintessentially Parisian bourgeoise "student", much like Bahorel. "A rover, a gambler, a libertine..." As the foil of "severe in his enjoyments" Enjolras, Grantaire is a pleasure-seeker, indulging in the excesses that Enjolras disdains.

Again, though we don't know what Grantaire is studying (and I suspect he's just Bahorel-ing it) he's clearly an educated man, judging by the references he throws into his speeches, and he mentions that he once was a student of Gros.

So is he really an artist? He might have been an apprentice at some point, but it's clear he was not particularly enthused by it. After all, discipline is something that Grantaire…lacks. And because it's Grantaire, you can't completely discount the idea that he made it up just for a pun (though I do find that unlikely.) But it's a triple (quadruple?) play--it's important not to take this quote too far out of context because he's actually saying several things here.

It is a shame that I am ignorant, otherwise I would quote to you a mass of things; but I know nothing. For instance, I have always been witty; when I was a pupil of Gros, instead of daubing wretched little pictures, I passed my time in pilfering apples; rapin is the masculine of rapine. So much for myself; as for the rest of you, you are worth no more than I am. I scoff at your perfections, excellencies, and qualities. Every good quality tends towards a defect [...] there are just as many vices in virtue as there are holes in Diogenes’ cloak.

Gros was a well-known neoclassical painter of the time, and I believe Hugo's inclusion of him here is a jab at the neoclassicists, as Grantaire doesn't seem to care for him.

There's a pun! "Rapin"--term for a painter's assistant--is the masculine of "rapine"--to steal.

So he likely means he stole the apples intended to be painted for a still life, which fits his careless attitude... but he's ironically putting himself down for it too, and at the same time

putting his companions down, saying they're no better than him even if they do have more "good" qualities because each good quality has a corresponding downside, so what's the point, really?

You can see that even in this small sample of his speech that Grantaire often has layers upon layers of meaning in what he says. He's a smart guy! But that means you can't always take what he says at face value, as Hugo says, he's constantly "reasoning and contradicting" himself. So let me invite you further down into what I think his real meaning is here (though now firmly into the depths of my own conjecture, so others may have different interpretations.)

I would speculate that "the rest of you" who he professes to mock refers mostly to a specific person, you can probably guess who. After all, Enjolras is surely the paragon of virtue among them, and you could certainly argue that his good qualities edge on being flaws. I think Grantaire is right about that, and it's a sort of theme we see pop up again and again--the Bishop's generosity does hurt the women he lives with, Valjean's self-sacrifice hurts Cosette, and Javert is someone who's tipped all the way over to his virtues being vices.

But like, man, come on. Seriously. "I scoff at your perfections, excellencies, and qualities." Dude. We all know that you're obsessed with this man.

And you might notice that this is just a whole lot of Grantaire talking and talking over people, never letting anyone else get a word in. It's not a debate, Grantaire never actually debates anyone, let alone Enjolras. The idea of Grantaire debating Enjolras and making him see the flaws in his idealistic revolution is wholly a fandom invention.

The closest we get, really, is Grantaire trying to convince Enjolras to send him to the Barriere du Maine...and Grantaire doesn't come out of that looking so good.

“Do you know anything of those comrades who meet at Richefeu’s?”

“Not much. We only address each other as tu.”

“What will you say to them?”

“I will speak to them of Robespierre, pardi! Of Danton. Of principles.”

“You?”

“I. But I don’t receive justice. When I set about it, I am terrible. I have read Prudhomme, I know the Social Contract, I know my constitution of the year Two by heart. ‘The liberty of one citizen ends where the liberty of another citizen begins.’ Do you take me for a brute? I have an old bank-bill of the Republic in my drawer. The Rights of Man, the sovereignty of the people, sapristi! I am even a bit of a Hébertist. I can talk the most superb twaddle for six hours by the clock, watch in hand.”

I won't bother going too in-depth here since you're probably familiar with all this--Grantaire talks a big game and then fails to follow through. And we see one of two red waistcoats mentioned, neither of which are worn by Enjolras.

Grantaire lived in furnished lodgings very near the Café Musain. He went out, and five minutes later he returned. He had gone home to put on a Robespierre waistcoat.

“Red,” said he as he entered, and he looked intently at Enjolras. Then, with the palm of his energetic hand, he laid the two scarlet points of the waistcoat across his breast.

So yeah, it's actually Grantaire who wears red, at least canonically! I know their popular red/green color scheme comes from the musical, but it might be fun to reverse it sometimes...I think Enjolras would look great in a nice emerald green, and he'd be more likely to wear that, actually.

Why? A red waistcoat like would be a very obvious, in-your-face political statement--perfect for Bahorel, the other red waistcoat wearer, but Enjolras is actually a lot more reserved and less reckless than fandom sometimes makes him out to be. Wearing something that blatant isn't really his style.

The real question is, why does Grantaire, of all people, own one? Why has he read Prudhomme and the Social Contract and the Rights of Man?

Grantaire is not a super sympathetic character. He's a man of means, talent, intelligence...and he wastes those gifts and privileges on doing nothing, he has no aims in life, he does not aspire to do better or make the world better. He may be Enjolras's foil but I would also contrast him with Feuilly, who has spent his life dedicated to improving himself and the world despite the challenges he's faced. He's obnoxious to women, denigrates his friends for their beliefs, and is generally useless. He's given the opportunity to change and he squanders it. He's not so much cynical (because that's a belief) as he is indifferent, which is arguably worse. His indifference can certainly be read as symbolic within the group, their belief versus the apathy of the world.

But, layers upon layers...Grantaire does have a good heart hiding underneath all that. What I've been getting at all along here is that he does care; he may say he doesn't, he may even believe he doesn't, but he does, clearly, care. He says he hates mankind; he loves people. He says he scoffs at his companions; he admires them. He declares himself indifferent, yet he can't help but talk about the sufferings of the world.

Which isn't to say that simply caring absolves him of anything. Up to this point, he's still just been a useless layabout. What does absolve him (narratively speaking) is the first time, possibly the first time in his life, that he chooses to act. He chooses to take a stand. And this transfigures him, as Hugo says.

Grantaire had risen. The immense gleam of the whole combat which he had missed, and in which he had had no part, appeared in the brilliant glance of the transfigured drunken man.

At the last moment, he chooses to believe, and Enjolras finally accepts him.

One last thing: Grantaire never calls Enjolras "Apollo". Furthermore, he's actually the only one who couldn't have called him "Apollo". The only line where this nickname is mentioned is as follows:

It was of him, possibly, that a witness spoke afterwards, before the council of war: “There was an insurgent whom I heard called Apollo.”

Who could have called him that? Not Grantaire, he was fast asleep during the whole thing. So I choose to believe it was Prouvaire…he would.

#grantaire #meta

[ynscrazylife]

Is it cool if u can request a avengers x fem reader where her powers are unique and born with them and she has ice and fire powers? Like half of her body she can control ice and the other half fire? Basically hot and cold lmao? Headlamps would be nice :) maybe some romance between Natasha x reader just cuz I miss her lmao

50% ice, 50% fire, 100% smitten

Summary: Y/N is an Inhuman. Half her body controls fire and half her body controls ice. Y/N doesn’t like to use her fire side out of fear, but when she sees her crush, Natasha, in danger, she’s forced to overcome what she’s scared of.

“Everyone ready for the mission?” Steve asked the Avengers as he boarded the jet. They were all preparing to go out and kick some ass.

“Yes”’s went around.

Y/N leaned against the wall, fixing her suit. The mission was simple enough. They were infiltrating an old Hydra base. They had gotten an anonymous tip that SHIELD files had been stored there. Phil Coulson (we’re pretending that they know he’s alive) had called, asking the Avengers to investigate as the files were reportily very important for Hydra’s plans and could compromise SHIELD’s safety. Phil was too busy with other problems, so the Avengers jumped to help out in anyway they could.

However, they had to take cautions. Even though it looked like it was abandoned, they doubted that anyone would likely leave these important files without protection. Which is why Avengers were going together, not quite knowing what Hydra agents were up to now.

“All set,” Y/N said, glancing up after she finished checking that everything in her suit was good. She gave a thumbs up to Cap as she watched Clint settle himself at the pilot.

Y/N situated herself in-between Natasha and Wanda.

“You excited, little snowman?” Sam asked as he sat next to Bruce and Steve.

Y/N rolled her eyes. The team loved to come up with new nicknames for her with her powers. Humoring Sam, she waved her hand and creating a flurry of snow that floated.

Steve grinned. “You know you can’t defeat Hydra agents with a snow flurry?” He joked.

Y/N bit her lip and sent an icicle at Steve, stopping just before it impaled his nose.

“Note to self: do not piss off Y/N,” Natasha said, making her heart flutter.

Y/N glanced over at Natasha, smiling. “Clint, can you go any faster? They’re tearing into me over here!” She called.

“Hey! That’s my job!” Tony called back from beside Clint.

Wanda slung an arm around Y/N, ruffling her hair. “Just joking, little one,” she said.

“I’m older than you!” Y/N argued.

“Tomato tomato,” Wanda said.

Ten more minutes of joking around and Clint landed, a couple blocks away from the base.

“Y/N, Sam, you’re gonna go in the base from the back entrance. Nat, cover the roof. Be ready to slip inside when Bruce locates where the files are. I will wait and cover the blocks, and will come back you up. Wanda and Tony will go directly through the front entrance and then Bruce, you stay here and monitor. I’ll let you know if we need the Hulk,” Steve told everyone.

“I’m not detecting any heat signatures. It seems like no one is there - but still, be on guard,” Bruce advised everyone.

Everyone nodded and split up.

“So,” Sam said as they walked around the building. “You like Nat, don’t you?”

“What?” Y/N asked, trying to play it off with a laugh. Seeing Sam’s smirk, she gave in. “How’d you know?”

“Despite popular belief, I notice things,” Sam said.

Y/N smirked.

“You should ask her out,” Sam whispered.

Y/N pushed his shoulder jokingly.

As they got closer to the entrance, they both stopped in their tracks. About a dozen Hydra agents stood in front of them. Waiting for them.

That’s when Cap’s voice rang through.

“They masked their heat signatures. There aren’t any files. There were files here - but they’re ambushing us now to distract us and get away,” Steve’s voice rang through.

“What do we do?” Y/N asked.

“Wanda, Bruce, and Tony are gonna go after the people escaping with the files. The rest of you - fight,” Steve ordered.

With a glance at Sam, the two began.

Y/N shot icicle after icicle, trying to trap as many Hydra agents as she could. Sam was doing well, and they almost had everyone knocked out, until someone managed to knock Sam out.

“No!” Y/N yelled. She thought quickly, and saw one agent moving towards Sam. Y/N, knowing she could take on the rest, put up an ice shield around Sam’s unconscious form.

However - she quickly realized that was a distraction when an Hydra agent shot two weapons at her. One was a weapon that sent out a burning flare at her ice side, as ice and fire didn’t mix well, and one was an ice flare gun that shot at her fire side. This made Y/N scream and stumble back in pain, after securing the ice shield around Sam. It gave one of the Hydra agents with powers an opportunity to make a ton of rubble crash down.

The Hydra agents grinned as they saw the rubble cover Y/N. She was knocked out, face first into the ground, and buried. The rubble was trapping one of her arms - the arm that could control ice. The agents ran away, knowing they could go after the other Avengers and when they’d come back, she’d still be here. With their plan, no Avenger would have time to come to her rescue. They ran away.

A couple minutes later, Y/N came back to consciousness. She groaned, spitting out dirt, and yelled when she felt the pain again. Y/N saw that her fire controlling arm was freed, but her ice was trapped.

Y/N thought. She couldn’t set fire to the rubble - that would hurt her even more. She was trapped, and her comms were knocked off. Y/N looked around for anyone to help. Sam was still knocked out but . . . The roof. Natasha. She looked up, trying to find the redhead.

What she saw crushed her (pun not intended). From what Y/N could tell, Natasha was fighting off about twice the Hydra agents she and Sam had. She was confident in Natasha as she was highly trained, but if Hydra had something up their sleeve like that they did to Y/N . . .

“NO!” Y/N yelled, seeing Natasha slip off the roof and fall. A Hydra agent caught her, though, and she saw his evil smile. He was going to drop Natasha. And Natasha was gonna fall.

She wouldn’t survive that height.

Y/N saw Natasha take hold of the roof with her other hand, so she wasn’t just hanging on from the Agent. However if he pushed her off, Natasha holding the roof wouldn’t do any good.

Y/N glanced down at her freed hand. She couldn’t do it. She was too scared to use her powers. She didn’t want to. She never did. It was too dangerous, too risky . . . But now she had no choice.

“NATASHA!” Y/N yelled. The Hydra agent was too prideful just to drop her - he had to get a view snarky comments in. “HOLD ON!” Y/N pointed to Natasha’s right hand, trying to indicate that she was going to save her. The spy seemed to get the message.

Taking a breath, Y/N conjured a hall of fire - it would hurt the agent, but not too badly and threw it up at him. Natasha ducked, and it hit him. The agent flew back, and Natasha held on from the roof. She scaled the building until she found an open window, slipping through it.

A couple minutes later and Natasha was practically running towards Y/N. “Oh my god,” she said, and Y/N smiled weakly at her. Natasha immediately began getting the rubble off of her, apologizing when Y/N would gasp in pain.

Finally, Natasha got enough off that Y/N could move without pain and get up. Natasha helped Y/N stand up, and she stumbled into the spy. Without warning, Natasha picked Y/N up, carrying her birdal style.

“Natasha,” Y/N groaned, leaning her head on Natasha’s shoulder. Her left arm, the fire ice, dangled limply as did the rest of her, essentially. She just had the amount of strength able to wrap her right arm around Natasha’s neck.

“Y/N, I’m carrying you. You’re heart,” she said firmly.

“No,” Y/N said quietly. “Sam.”

Natasha turned around, seeing their teammate’s body encased in the shield. She frowned. “You’re gonna need to melt that, Y/N. I’m sorry,” she said, knowing the pain it would cause.

Y/N took some breaths and let out a small cry of pain as she just about managed to melt the ice. Her left arm fell limp again.

“Someone else from the team will get him,” Natasha said, beginning to carry Y/N back to the jet.

“Why not you, after you get me back?” Y/N asked.

“I’m staying with you. Not only did you save my life - thank you, by the way - but I care about you,” Natasha said.

When they got back to the jet, they saw that everyone else - save Sam, of course - was back.

“Oh my god,” Steve said, paling.

“A bunch of rubble fell on her. She saved my life. Someone get Sam - he’s behind the building,” Natasha explained shortly.

Clint went to go grab him while Bruce directed Natasha to the back of the jet, where a medical table and a first aid kit was. Natasha laid Y/N, who had now passed out, on the table.

“You said a lot of rubble fell on her?” Bruce asked, opening up the first aid kit.

Natasha nodded. “I don’t think it was an accident. She was trapped underneath the rubble - save her fire power arm which she used to save me,” she explained.

“Friday, can you scan Y/N and give me a list of her injuries?” Bruce asked before turning back to his friend. “Did you get hurt?”

Natasha shook her head. “Bruises, but otherwise no. Is everyone else okay?” She asked, but never took her eyes off Y/N.

Bruce nodded. “Yeah. No major injuries,” he said.

Friday’s scan came back. In short, she had a broken arm, broken ankle, a stomach wound, concussion, dislocated shoulder, and a broken thighbone. She also had many bruises and cuts which were at risk of being infected.

Bruce cursed under his breath and got to work. “This is gonna take a couple hours. You should get some rest,” he told Natasha, seeing that her concern had grown.

“No,” Natasha said.

“Would she want you watching over her?” Bruce asked.

Natasha glared at him.

The next morning, Y/N woke up. She found herself on lots of painkillers and she was lying in a bed, her own bed. Looking around, she saw Natasha sitting in an armchair, reading a book.

“You’re awake,” Natasha said with a smile, dropping her book and sitting next to Y/N. “You’re going to need a lot of rest and I’ll be your doctor. How are you feeling?” She smiled.

Instead of answering that, Y/N asked her own question. “Why do you want to take care of me so bad?”

“I owe you. You saved me.”

An eyebrow raise showed that Y/N didn’t believe her. “Please don’t lie.”

“Only cause you’re injured,” Natasha said, with a smirk. “However . . . I like you. You’re cute. And I care for you. Also . . . Steve won’t let me go after the Hydra agents who hurt you and kick their asses.”

Y/N smiled. “Well, it’s a good thing that I like you, too,” she said.

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[seraphdarlimg]

wish I were (pt3)

 harry appreciates reader in his speech but finally talks to her when she runs off crying

part 1

‘heather’ by conan gray WARNINGS - ANGST, swearing WORDCOUNT - 3,501

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   My head was empty while I appreciated the company of a glass of wine and city view of the venue. I leaned against the railing of the small balcony nook I found, away from the crowd of people as Bowie was played faintly through the speakers.

I arrived to the party alone. Even if our relationship is awkward at the moment, I couldn't miss his birthday. Especially if it feels like it would be the last one I attend for a while. It took me only a few seconds to find him talking to his management team, a conversation that I didn't want to interrupt. And for the next twenty minutes I find myself isolated from everyone. Maybe because I know the relationship topic would inevitably come up at one point during any conversation I join into. But also because I didn't know how to approach Harry himself anymore. I can't bring myself to start the conversation, but for him, it seems like everything is good and normal.

I promised myself to only one glass of wine, so when I finished that rather quickly then intended, I honestly didn't know what to do with myself. As much as I've been trying to think like Harry and feel completely normal again, I hated how much our relationship has effected me. No matter how many times I've told myself that it's better this way, I've avoided hanging out with mutual friends to keep away from a conversation about Heather.

I took a deep breath and turned around, looking into the venue to catch Harry smiling and nodding to Gemma. One arm across his chest while his cheek rested against the other. He looked too good this evening, wearing a worn vest and matching bell bottom pants. I allowed myself to stare till his eyes glanced in my direction and catch mine.

I soften when his smile grows wider and he excuses himself away from the conversation. "For some reason, I'd knew you'd come here when we checked out the space." He says as he walks out into the balcony. "Almost had a reservation sign put up with your name on it."

He engulfs me in a hug, nuzzling his face into my neck. I slowly wrapped my arms around him and find myself resting my head on his broad shoulder when I realize this was our first hug in weeks. Oh how much I missed this feeling.

"I appreciate the thought but damn, am I thought obvious?"

"Oh I just know you too well and you love me for it."

I feel goosebumps, finding ourselves though pulled away, still in each other's arms while I smile up at him. I hummed In response before holding up a finger and turning to get the small box in my purse. When I turn back around he has a sly smirk on his face as he looks at the box wrapped with a yellow bow I hold out to him.

"Happy birthday Harry. I wanted to give this to you in person." He takes the box and unwraps the ribbon and opens it. I hold my breath, watching his reaction as he stares at a familiar string of pearls. He runs his fingers through them, a look of admiration set on his face as I twiddled my fingers.

"I always let you wear mine so I just thought you'd like a pair of your own."

"You know me well too."

"And you love me for it." I chuckled, immediately turning around and looking out onto the view as he situates himself next to me, the box once again closed and held tightly in his hands. "I'll wear these till I wear them out. Oh! We'll wear them at the same time like friendship necklaces." He tells me, giving me a side hug and squeezing my arm.

I laughed at the thought, "Only we could make friendship necklaces out of pearls worth hundreds of dollars."

We stayed quiet for a while, just enjoying each other's company. The elephant in the room knows it's been a few weeks since the last time we shared a moment alone. I'm just not sure how he feels about the reason why.

"Shouldn't you go back out there? Supposed to be a good host." I nudged his shoulder with mine, not wanting to take him away from his party and not knowing how much I could take how hard my chest is beating at the same time.

"Well you're here. Almost thought you wouldn't show since you're weren't early."

"Can't I be fashionably late for once?"

"Glad you are though, bubs. Honestly was about to spend the night a sad man when Heather canceled."

Here we go, the one topic I dreaded would come up. Of course it would be with him when it does. "Oh. Uh she isn't here?"

"No yeah she ehm. She left yesterday for Paris. Last minute gig she booked." He shrugged it off like it was not a big deal, but he's playing with the yellow ribbon in a way that tells me otherwise.

"I'm sorry, I'm sure she'll make it up when she get's back." He scoffs, undoing the bow he just made with the ribbon. "If by 'make up' you mean a few hours in bed before she jet sets to Milan for a few months then yeah."

"Harry, you should tell her that you want her here."

"No, no it's fine. She can do whatever she wants, it's her career."

"It's also your birthday. Shouldn't girlfriends or whatever you two are right now care about that stuff?" I sighed, gently taking away the ribbon and box from him, wrapping it back while he turns and rests his back on the railing, crossing his arms and facing the entrance back into the venue. "That's the thing, I don't know what she wants out of this. I never did even when we were really together. When we were, it's so picture perfect and then when we'd get busy with our own lives, it's just so on and off. We blamed it on bad timing and long distance in the end but now that I think about it, we didn't know where to go from there."

"Do you know what you want now?"

"I think I do."

I tilted my head, growing frustrated but kept my tone calm. "Then why don't you just talk?"

"Ugh you know I'm not a confrontational person bubs." He finally looks at me, seeing me roll my eyes while he laughs it off. I shake my head, tapping on the box as he reaches out to rub my arm. "You're a dummy, Harry."

"Why do you call me that?"

I glanced at him, shrugging. "What do you mean?"

"What happened to 'H' hmm? Been calling me Harry for a while." Though his tone was lighthearted, his brows are furrowed and I can feel his intense stare.

"It's your name isn't it?"

"Obviously, but...I don't know, never mind-"

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." We suddenly hear from inside, making us both turn at the same time to see Jeff holding a cake and a crowd gathered around him, slowly walking towards the balcony where the birthday boy was. His smile grows back and we exchange a look before I hand him back my present and walk back in towards the celebration.

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"Well, I am a man of a few words... but a good comedian doesn't repeat the same joke two years in a row. Ehm, I'm gonna do what I know best which is to spew whatever I feel from in here and hope it sounds somewhat poetic." He laughs a little at his own joke, making little hand gestures and smiling when he gets the laughs and smiles back from his words. His eyes stray to the people in front of him and to the side in thought at times, but he makes the effort to look at his friends, family members and co-workers who he is ultimately grateful for. My eyes soften at his toothy grin, knowing I look like a complete fool as I stare at him in complete adoration despite it being completely obvious how enamored I am for this man.

He gives short thank you's to the his band members and relatives he's grown close too. I laugh at his awkward jokes but also the narcissistic ones he makes that boost his confidence a bit. He has one thing prepared to say for everyone that makes them melt. "Thank you Jeff for having to deal with me another year as well, while you do look after me I am always appreciative of how you act more as an old grandpa than a dude in a business suit."

"I also want to thank Heather..."

My smile dies down a bit, knowing he would want to say something about her even when she isn't here. What made my chest hurt once again was the realization that he hadn't said anything about me yet. I had anticipated it, wondering what he would say but he had skipped right over me. I placed my hand on my knee to keep it from shaking as Harry said her name instead.

"I'll just text her later but I wanted to thank her for allowing me to write about her and being an overall beautiful person."

Thinking his speech was over and accepting how little I meant to him, he finally calls my name. I froze for a bit, looking up at him to see him already looking at me. He paused a bit, an amused look on his face when he sees how caught off guard I was.

"I saved the best for last for two reasons, one because she looks adorably silly right now..." He chuckles when I save myself with an eye roll and stuck my tongue out at him.

"And two, because I knew it'll be harder for me to come up with the words to describe how important of a person you are to me."

The curiosity and need to know what he would say about me, as well as the internalized emotional stress grew. His tone was softer and he seemed more calmer than he was a few minutes ago. The sentence already began making my heart pump and ache, and the recent events that had shaken up our relationship almost thrown out the window when he continued.

"You're so good to me and I can't thank you endlessly enough for everything you've done for the past year since I hired you. Not only was it the best decision I ever made because of how talented you are, but it also gave me the opportunity to really know someone like you. I was in a bad place when you met me and I'll never forget the kindness and patience you showed me even then. And though you call me a 'boomer' so many times and constantly come up with better melodies than me, it's worth every witty joke and bad pun just to see a smile that lights up the room. Your friendship is worth every time you complain about my kale chips."

His eyes were caught on mine from the beginning, both his hands are holding his wine glass though he held confidence in his speech. It felt like just us two in the room, his words giving tone of a very intimate moment shared between two bestfriends. I bit my bottom lip, can't seeming to stop smiling.

"And though you'll be off writing more amazing music with different amazing artists - only temporarily - know that I'll always be rooting for you and always will be -"

He breaks eye contact for a moment, but that moment was enough. "- will be uhm, proud of you." His smile grows ten times wider and he sounds relieved when he looks off onto the entrance of the venue as someone arrives. His eyes go back and forth, distracted but wanting to finish what he had left to say.

"Through thick and thin, love, you always were able to be there for me."

At that point he was fully looking at the person who arrived and I didn't have the guts to turn around to see who it was. My smile instantly dies and the warmth in my chest was just filled with a familiar pang that hasn't left all this time.

Because there she was, though out of breath and all over the place, just looked perfect as she grins and mouths 'happy birthday' to him while he haphazardly continues empty compliments that are now meant for her. My vision is blurry but my eyes are stuck on the actual person he deems important in his life. This lovely being who canceled last minute but makes it in time so he'd be truly happy.

He meant to say all of it to her. You just happened to be here when she wasn't. He doesn't love you like he loves her and he never will. He never had.

It was hard looking back at him, already knowing the way he looks at her. It was deja vu. She shows up and he's instantly mesmerized.

But I did and it suddenly was all too much. Because he glanced at me when he was saying his last words, seeing me silently cry in the middle of the crowd and looking distraught. And it all grew too claustrophobic, needing to get away and leave because all I felt now was anger.

"Hey, you okay?" Gemma asks, her brows furrowed in concern. I force a smile and nodded before excusing myself. "Yeah, just fine."

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 I pushed open the door and quickly walked out of the lobby and onto the parking lot, ignoring the distant calls of my name that grew louder and louder. I hugged my coat, trying to breathe but grew more frustrated with the growing ache in my chest. I sobbed, knowing he was catching up and didn't have the energy to deal with him right now.

"Hey, what happened - are you okay?" Harry had took hold of my arm, turning me around and all I could do was push him away. "Bubs, talk to me please."

"Stop, please I'm so tired and I physically can't be near you." I softly said, not bothering to wipe away tears anymore. He looks confused and I only scoffed at him, crossing my arms and moving back when he stepped closer, holding out his.

"What do you mean? Please let me- you're crying." He tries coming closer but I shake my head, dodging his embrace because I knew I would instantly melt.

"Yes, I'm crying! I've been crying and hurting all month because of you Harry!" I cried and he instantly freezes. "You keep doing this shit and all this time I've been coming up with excuses for it. That- I don't know, maybe that you can't help what you're feeling or that I really can't blame you- but now I do! Because you know exactly what you're doing and it's so shitty that I had to realize it this late."

"W-what are you talking about?" He's nervous.

"Oh shut the fuck up you know exactly what I'm talking about. You've avoided actually talking ever since we kissed, even before Heather came back into the picture. You completely pushed me to the side the second she gave you her attention and ever since then our whole relationship has changed Harry! And either you're so fucking oblivious or too much of a coward to face it because you just acting like everything was fine and normal broke my fucking heart even more. It obviously meant so little to you but fuck, it-"

I took a deep breathe only resorting to another sob as I placed a hand over my heart. "It meant so much to me."

I see him crying too, fumbling with his fingers and trying to hold those tears in only to lose some as he's stood still, not knowing what to do. He's guilty, his need to hold me and cry gives it away but I couldn't allow him that. And he knows it's something he doesn't deserve.

"I would of understood Harry. That you didn't feel the same fireworks and butterflies like I did when we kissed - as cliché as it fucking is. That you've fallen in love with Heather when she came back because I honestly still can't blame you for that, she's an angel. That you can't control who you love, but you never said anything. You just lead me on and didn't talk to me - why didn't you just fucking talked to me Harry, aren't we supposed to be best friends?"

He's now only inches away from me, taking hold of my hands because I was too worn out to even pull them back. "Yes! Yes, we are and I'm a stupid idiot. I'm sorry I- I should of just been upfront with you but I was so confused- and I still am. I just- I meant everything I said earlier and more because I'm always thinking about you bubs-"

I laugh at this shaking my head, not allowing anymore hope to built up. "I am! Mitch and Jeff are so fucking tired of hearing about it, but honestly so was I. But only because Heather was still in my heart and I just didn't know what to do or wanted and please believe me, I never ever wanted to hurt you."

"Why did you kiss me then?" I broke out of his hold, stepping back once again.

"I don't know darling, It just felt right and I didn't think. I-I just thought you'd leave if you knew I wasn't sure."

"Being honest about it with your supposed best friend was going to make it worse?"

"I just...I didn't want to lose you."

"But what now? you got her back, so what am I to you now? Was I supposed to be your distraction, the only option left for you to turn to? Because you fully well know that I'd drop everything I was doing just to comfort you when you were low Harry. I canceled set plans and promises because you simply asked me too, and I did since I'd always foolishly put you first because I thought you'd genuinely liked me."

"Bubs-"

"Don't. Harry you can't just put me on the side and come back to me later on if your relationships don't work out, that's not fucking fair! Ever since we met all I've been getting from you are mixed signals and I couldn't confront you about it because you'd always avoid the topic, making me feel damn silly for even thinking that way. It's just-  you can't build up expectation of something between us simply because I'm the safe second option - fuck that hurts saying that."

"I- I didn't mean to make you feel that way-"

"Bullshit. You knew exactly what you were doing Harry. You're just to arrogant to own up to it. So fucking immature, all you had to do was talk!"

"Okay, okay I'm sorry let's talk, please! Don't walk away like this, we can talk now and fix this."

"No. You only want to talk now because it's convenient for you. That's the thing Harry."

"Stop-"

"You say you didn't want to hurt me, but you didn't want to hurt yourself first. And I just- I just hate how long it took me to realize how mean you are Harry."

"Don't call me Ha- you don't mean that."

"I do! and you know it too." He's struck by it and I'm giving up. Hurt is evident in his face and it doesn't feel good to make him sad, but now all I feel is disappointment and pity for myself.  

"Since you couldn't have the balls to talk to me, I just always really wanted to tell you that I love you. Really fucking love you. As if you didn't already know, but... I guess it never really even mattered."

He calls my name deflatingly when I turn around, walking away. His last attempts of apologizing and begging for me to come back to him drift off into empty words that I block out as I stepped into my car and drove away. The time it takes for me to drive felt like days pass, but now turned to seconds when I turned off the engine and idled inside. I was still crying, still processing, all while replaying our last moment together. The one spent on the floor of the recording studio with a makeshift picnic before I spend the next days erasing it from my memory.

I sent him a text before going inside, turning off my phone right afterwards to avoid the rest of the incoming calls and text messages begging to fix what was left of us.

'I'll email you the lyrics to the last song tomorrow. Then I'm done.'

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A/N: i’m hurting. but this is the second to last chapter of this mini-series, pt4 is the finale and will be out soon :)

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[starshipsofstarlord]

I feel, and it sucks

Pairings | Damon Salvatore x reader. Eric Northman x reader

Summary | after moving away from Mystic Falls, you finally return, and Damon is prepared to see you again. The only problem is, that you aren’t alone...

Warnings | includes angst, mentions of a breakup, sorta lead up to smut and mentions of it, blood play/kink, tiny bit of violence

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He cared not for the lack of logic that ran through his mind. Not as he went towards your home, you had returned from your year long departure. Mystic Falls had been left in your rear view as you went to a place called Bon Temps.

As much as Damon wished to chase after you, he’d have crawled if he could, he respected your desire to leave everything behind, and move on. And that included him, the man that you had loved, and the one that was profusely enamoured in you.

But now, he had the opportunity to whisk you back into his immortal embrace, and forever be by your side, to protect you, and spend every waking moment with you. Stefan would call him sappy for his advances, but his brother’s opinion simply did not matter. He was so close to being happy again, and he couldn’t deny he was reeled in by the prospect.

Damon was eager to make you pancakes every morning, waking you up with the aroma of breakfast on a tray that he greeted you with in bed. Or even the simple excitement of watching your various expressions whilst reading twilight; ugh, he hated that book, but he would willingly endure its presence if that meant he could become wrapped up in you once more.

But he had to see you first, and get past that progression again. Whilst you had been gone, and in that other town, he had become lost. No amount of bourbon drinking, or hanging out with Ric, could fix his settled mood. He felt like a sinking stone, drowning in the deep end, and remaining on the bottom of the bed, until he was washed away, back to shore.

And your return had done just that; grounded him. He wouldn’t feign to admit his immediate reaction when he first found out you were to come back to your original home. First, he had been in utter disbelief, hardly taking Bonnie’s statement seriously when she informed him of the ordeal.

But then, she showed him the messages that had transacted between the pair of you, and how you were eager to see her again. Nothing of him was mentioned in the conversation, although he was sure that the witch and you had spoken over call sometime after your surprise reveal.

The lack of voicing of your prior breakup gave him some hope; you were willing to take him back. And that was a possibility that he safely held onto, finding it to be a net for him to fall down onto. However, the prospect of a net was like that of a rocking boat, it had an inability stay still when it held a weight, and that mass of pounds was him.

And he knew, as you left, the thought of you had attempted to pull you back, and force you to stay with the selfish power. But as the past had played out, you had not let it, and so you left him all alone, in the claws of the Grill, which was somewhere he found himself to be often in general, but more so after your transcending departure.

The curtains to your room swayed with the evening wind, and he found himself to be enticed by the sight of the open window. It hadn’t been an unusual occurrence for him to climb through the ajar square, and talk about your day, and thus, make it better by his simple appearance.

But, he was deceived. What a fool he had been to think that you had not moved on from little old him, for there was a tall legged man over the top of you, both of your chests bare, and your mouth viscously devouring the inclination of the others. You were oblivious to his accidentally snooping presence, too distracted by the estranged blonde that was now teasing his lips down your throat.

The sight had him freeze, but he was incapable of interrupting whence he watched the man’s teeth sink into the parting of the bottom of your neck and your warm shoulder. It was no man, instead, he was much like him; a vampire. There was a ample difference though, he would never hurt you.

To Damon, you were a treasure, not an edible treat. And it sparked a pulse of fear through his entirety as he watched you be drained by this vile creature. Perhaps he were a hypocrite, he had done the same to many people countless times, and still continued to do so. But the food was not being extracted by anyone, it was being pulled from your veins, and making its way into this stranger’s awaiting mouth.

You shut up as something, a familiar blur, came crashing against Eric, sending his form flying off from your own, the intruder and him ending up on the floor. To cover up and show some surprised decency, you pulled the sheet upon yourself, stretching your red printed neck to view the scene below.

Eric was recomposing himself, shooting immortal daggers towards the reckless, who was... “Damon?” Seeing him once more was inevitable, but the scene of it was a dread of yours. And here he was, in your bedroom, the circumstances with much difference than from what they used to be.

At the sound of his name, both the strapping vampires turned towards you with fixed frowns, both worn for their own reasonable purposes. Damon was studying you, and understanding the scene, now seeing that you had been open to the removal of your blood, and this stranger was with you in some kind of way that he was not a fan of.

And Eric’s, well, it was a combined factor of fury, that was directed at the raven haired and uninvited visitor, and confusion, as he attempted to put together pieces of the puzzle that he was missing. He presumed correctly that the two of you had previously known each other, and thus, his intrusion could be explained, or so he hoped.

There was a longing wrenching in his dead gut, that there was something more than a friendship between you and this Damon. He was far too well adversed with the tell of history, that the looks the pair of you were silently exchanging were anything but friendly.

From the get go, there was a smouldering charm that reflected out of Damon’s blue eyes, and your own showed a conflict of interests. But nevertheless, you straightened your back up against the headboard of the bed, and questioned him. “What are you doing here?”

The interrogative underlining to your voice stung like a bee, but the younger of the two vampires refrained from wincing. That would only show a weakness towards the new vamp in town, and that was not the aim of his game.

“Bonnie told me that you were back.” He thought it would be a simple and trouble free resolution, however, the other immortal presence in the room now told him otherwise. “And I thought this guy here was going to drain you dry? What’d you expect me to do, let some stranger kill you before I even have a chance to see you?!”

A prominent eye roll swayed from your foresight, and you cast a look to the other guy, as though you were talking silently with the newcomer. “He’s not a stranger, he’s my boyfriend.”

“Eric Northman.” He extended his hand frankly to your previous partner, attempting to draw a hateful truce between them. But instead, Damon whence he took the offer, attempted to squeeze the bejesus out of ‘Eric’s’ hand, which only ended in the result of his own bones being crushed.

That much informed him that this Northman was older, and that information alone served as a factual repercussion of him in turn being more powerful. This vampire wasn’t one to mess with, but who knew what he would do, after all, he was Damon Salvatore.

“Damon Salvatore.” He begrudgingly spoke through his clenched teeth, taking his broken and healing back into the safety of his side. “So, the boyfriend. Y/n, I thought you were done with relationships, more specifically, with vampires.”

“You sound like Caroline, bitching about my relationship choices. And the only sense that she spoke to me was to get out of this town and-“

“Shag another one of me.” He quirked his brow, and Eric breathed heavily. One thing he had picked up on, was that he didn’t like the way that this vampire was speaking to you. He was making digs, and making contradictions to all of your past statements. “I believe you even said that I would be the last one, and that isn’t in the same context. You wanted to spend forever with me y/n, not someone like this.”

“Listen here.” Eric hissed, prowling half naked towards Damon, his fangs slipping out from beneath his top lip. “I can see what’s happening here, you want her back. But it appears that she has moved on, so that is something that you’re going to have to suck up.”

“Suck up.” Damon childishly snorted, finding the pun hilarious in his state of mixed delirium. He felt everything, a sense of urgency to win you back, and great pain that was sinking into his age old skeleton. “I feel, and it sucks. But it’s fine, completely fine.” He waved his hand off, staring past the slim brute and finding a painful solace in staring at you. “No, he’s allowed to suck your blood, and what, you suck his dick in return?”

A shove sent him flying into the furthest wall, Eric holding him against it. “She’s mine.” It was a common description of a companionship between human and vampire. He had thought Sookie and Bill’s bond had been a foolish one, however, he met you, and his whole perception changed.

There was something about the collaboration of weakness and strength that worked so perfectly together. It was a true love, in rare occurrences . But the sheriff could feel that the myth was blooming in his own consideration. And he would not allow a young (in comparison to him), selfish specimen of his kind, ruin his chance at keeping that peace.

“She’ll never let you turn her.” Damon gulped, trying to look over the giant’s shoulder to catch a glimpse of you, whom was avidly watching the scene. “If you want forever with her, it will only last a minute, and it’ll kill you when she goes, because if you really love her, then I know it would to me too. She deserves to see the world in all her short life, to be treated like a queen, because she is one.”

Damon gulped, feeling guilty, knowing that as much as he wanted to give you that all, he couldn’t. He would not leave Mystic Falls, and that was what had ended your run in the end. His first priority, as admirable as that was, was to always shadow Stefan, and look out for his little brother.

But that gave him no life, which was exactly what you wanted with him. It didn’t matter if you were to one day become pruned and shrunken, the moment that you lived in was all you wanted. There were memorable tears held in your eyes, but you refused to allow a single one slip.

“Y/n has already agreed that one day, she will go through the change, for me.” Biting your lip, you could only imagine the dispersed appearance that struck Damon’s face. He had wanted forever with you, and instead, you had given it to someone else.

Slinking out from the shirtless man’s grip, Damon cautiously pushed Eric’s hands off him, walking to the window, and casting you a cold look. “I hope you enjoy forever y/n.”

And with that, he was gone in the night, presumably fleeing to annoy Matt until he drank half the bar. And thus, he was the one this time that departed instead, abandoning you, and leaving you in Eric’s claim.

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[sunflowerryvol6]

Sweet Summer

No warnings, just pure fluff.

WC: 3.6k

Long time no see! I hope you like this! I'll try and link the songs on this page, but no promises. Leave any suggestions for stories you'd like to see! Also, do comment, and tell me what you like about these two! As always, feedback is always welcome.

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'I know how the summer goes' softly played in the background; she was sticky with sweat. She was sprawled on the floor of their bedroom. He sat on the bed above her. She was working on an essay on summer love for her column, the deadline was fast approaching. She looked to her left, and their room overlooked the ocean. The window opened to the bedroom patio, where they would often sit and work during the summer. Today he was oiling her hair while she worked hard on her piece. He'd just wrapped up, so he offered to help ease out some stress. She laid her head on the side on his knee and looked out to the sun shining down on the beach.

Ellie could almost touch the memory of when she first realised she was in love with Harry.

4 years earlier...

They'd been dating for a few weeks now. Harry planned the first date, so she arranged the second one. She'd quickly realised that Harry loved his walks. Working as a software developer left him with little to no time to move around. So he takes any opportunity to exercise or move his body. Ellie was a freelance journalist who's spent the better part of the last two years working from home. The idea of walking around or being on her feet was too taxing because of her chronic pain. But she liked harry, didn't she. So that's what she kept telling herself. When her hips hurt a little too much, or when she pulled her back from walking around too long. It'd all be worth it in the end. It had to be.

On this particular evening, they'd decided to meet up for a gig. Harry had found this artist that was playing in a bar downtown, so they'd meet there. She walked up to him and kissed him on the lips. "Hello to you too" He smiled.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I just missed you." She smiled wide. "I missed you too." He linked their arms and walked into the bar. He asked her to go ahead, and he'd join her with drinks. She walked on and waited for the band to start playing. He found his way back to her soon enough, with their favourite beverages.

Once the gig was over, they walked out of the bar and discussed where they should go to get dinner. "So, there's this brilliant taco place just down the road. We can walk there. What'd you say?" He smiled at her.

"Oh sure, let's." Ellie knew this wasn't the best decision. She'd be in a whole lot of pain by the end of the evening. She had work tomorrow, a deadline she couldn't miss. But It had to be worth it, right?

"What'd do you want to listen to today?" She suggested. She dug into her bag to find the earphone connector and offered it to him. They'd do this a lot, listen to music together, a new genre every date, sometimes their favourite albums. The last time they were listening to Harry's 70's indie playlist. You can tell a lot about a person by the music they heard. This was quite the ice breaker during their first few dates, so they decided to make it a thing. Now they would sometimes pick certain words or phrases and listen to what came up.

"Guilty pleasures?" He asked. "I can tell you, but I'm afraid it won't make for a great romantic walk down a dark road" She smiled. "I can take it." He laughed.

So she did. They blasted an old rock playlist, with mostly Cream. "You really love Cream, huh?" He said after a bit. "More than Neutral Milk Hotel," She told straightfaced. He blinked at her for a sec and burst out laughing. "That was a terrible one. Worse than my puns, God!" He laughed.

"These tacos better be mind fucking blowing, Styles," She says. Her hips were starting to ache a little. "Yes, Ma'am. I wouldn't dare disappoint you." He smiled. Their conversation went on about things here and there. Soon they reached the taco truck, right by the side of the road. The place was packed with people. Patrons had resorted to sitting on the pavement because of the wait.

"Okay, their birria tacos are the best, but we can get something else if you'd like?" Harry asked her. "Oh, that actually sounds absolutely perfect. Do you mind if I go get us a spot while you go get the food?" Ellie asked. "Sure, you do that." He said and leaned to kiss her cheek and made his way to the truck.

Ellie walked towards the pavement and slowly sat down. The moment her bum hit the pavement softly, she knew she was in a world of pain. Only more was waiting for her the longer this night went. She quickly dug into her purse to get out her cigarettes and lit one. It set in some ease, but it wasn't enough. She needed to get home, but what'd she tell Harry? Her experience telling people about her chronic pain has always ended up in them pitying her or not entirely believing her. Now, don't be fooled. She's in pain, but she didn't want no one's pity. She just wanted someone to recognise the pain and help her find a goddamn solution to it. In contemplating her exit strategy, she didn't realise she started tearing up. She quickly stubbed her cigarette and switched on some music to distract her. She waited patiently till Harry arrived with the food.

Harry walked over to Ellie with their food in his hand. Only to find her doubled over with her head on her knees. He rushed to her, placed their food on the pavement, and nudged her shoulder. "Ellie, are you okay?" He asked her gently. Ellie looked up, and she looked like she was in a lot of pain. "Hey! What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He seemed very concerned now. "I'm in a lot of pain right now, and it flares up when I'm on my feet for too long. I'd been out all day before we met, and I wasn't expecting us to walk around so much." She all but cried. "Oh, you poor thing. I'll call a cab right now, and I'll take you home, okay?" Harry said, his hand gently rubbed her arm. She sniffled in response.

The cab arrived soon enough. Harry helped her into the car and got in after her. "Would you like to try and sleep till we get there? I can keep an eye on the map." He offered. "Thank you." She said before leaning her head against the window and closed her eyes.

"Ellie, darling. We're here." His voice broke her out of the soft slumber she'd fallen into. She opened her eyes and looked out, and sure enough, they were outside her apartment building. She got out of the cab and started walking towards her door, expecting him to follow her. Still, she turns around to check, and he's about to call out to her. "Are you not going to come upstairs?" She questioned. "I need to make one more stop. I'll be up in 10." He shrugged. "Okay, don't be too long." She says and continues walking.

Harry takes the cab to the nearest store and buys a pack of Epsom salt. His sister would always soak her feet in Epsom salt and hot water after ballet lessons. So he knew this would bring Ellie some relief.

Whenever they'd had a sleepover, they always end up at Harry's place, so he'd never really been here to her home. Her door was a dark pink, kind of Fuschia. He turned the knob, and it was open, so he walked in. The place was filled with little trinkets and plants and other knick-knacks all over the place. The centre of attention had to be her bright yellow couch. All her furniture was pointed at this showcase filled with other ceramic figurines. It was very colourful. If you look at Ellie, you wouldn't expect her to live here. Her style is muted and minimalistic, apart from her hair. That was always a bright colour. This time it was bright pink, very close to the colour of her door. He wondered if she changed the colour of her door as often as she changed her hair. But otherwise, she wore blacks mainly with an occasional cream and some other muted colours. So why the eccentricity in her décor, he wondered. He didn't ask her, though.

"So I think a hot bath would really help you, I got some Epsom salt, and you know, we could try it?" He asked her hesitantly. "A long bath can help ease your pain," he said. "Yeah, I'd like that," she said. "You wait here; I'll set it up." He ventured into her flat. She took off her jacket, walked into her kitchen and took out a joint. Holding the joint in between her fingers, she looked for the lighter and slowly lit it. Walked back to the couch, took off her pants and sweater she was wearing and laid back on the sofa and took a long drag. She knew now she could relax, and the pain would slowly ease up.

Meanwhile, in her bathroom, Harry was running a bath for her. He sat on the edge of the tub with his hand underwater to check the water temperature. Once it was hot enough, Harry walked back to the living room. He walked in on her, smoking the joint, for the first time that evening, he saw her so relaxed and quiet. He didn't want to disturb her. But she opened her eyes, "Hey you" she smiled. He reached for her. "The bath is ready. Come on," He said. She took his hand and got up. She stood on her tippy toes and kissed him, and he kissed her back, slowly supporting his palm on her lower back. He deepened the kiss, she put her arms around his neck. He smiled into the kiss and pulled away.

"I really like you, you know?" He held her in place with his arm around him and looked at her. His gaze bore into her. "I'm here for you, so you have to tell me how I can help you," He said. That's when Ellie looked away. She started walking towards the bathroom and looked over her shoulder. "Come sit with me?" She asked. "Of course." He said. "Can you bring me the ice pack from the freezer, please?" She called out. He turned around and walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge to get the ice pack. He checked the time on his phone and walked back into her bathroom.

Ellie was already in the bathtub, and there was music playing softly while she smoked. He sat on the toilet and passed her the ice pack. "Here you go," He said. In return, she handed him the joint. He gave her a small smile and took it from her. He took a long drag and leaned back on the seat to stretch his legs a bit. She had these tiny pots of creepers wound up on different pipes all over her bathroom. She held the icepack to her face and felt so much relief.

"Elle, are you feeling any better?" He asked her. She nodded. Did the day go just like you wanted? played softly as she hummed along to it. "I know you want me to tell you what's going on, but I'm afraid you'll think I'm crazy," She said, not looking at him. "Darling, try me. I'm here to listen," He offered. He was still nursing the joint, looking like some kind of greek god. Just casually sitting on her toilet and observing her so carefully, she felt safe. Ellie's pain had calmed down a bit. The hot bath was helping quite a bit.

"Okay, so here goes, I took a fall about three years ago, and it kind of fucked my knee up. So I couldn't exercise much, and I wasn't moving around much. After a few months, I tried to do a simple workout, just to get back into the routine, but I was in an excruciating amount of pain." She looked up at him and saw that he'd moved to sit on the floor closer to her. When she looked up, he reached for her hand with a smile and held it. His rings felt cold on her hands as he slowly pressed the points on her fingers. It felt perfect. So she focused on that and continued. "After that, I went to a doctor to figure why it happened, but they couldn't understand because there weren't markers on the tests they did. Over the years, I went to all kinds of practitioners to help me find a solution to this pain, if not an answer to what it is. But they just kept saying it's in my head and not really give me an answer. I went to a psychiatrist, and they tried medication for depression. It only made me very drowsy and inefficient at work. But other than that, I don't really know what it is. I'm just hurting all the time." She sighed.

"Ellie, that is not okay. You shouldn't be in this amount of pain. I'm so glad you told me about it." He said. Harry reached for a stray strand on her face and pushed it back, and ran his thumb along her cheek. "Over time, I have stopped talking to people about this, 'cause it's not going change anything, and they just end up pitying me. So I did the next best thing, I bought this flat and made my home chronic pain friendly. I work from home, so I don't exert myself and have done that for over 2 years now. It's awfully lonely, though."

"I can't imagine how that must feel. For the record, I don't pity you. I just wish you'd told me before, then I wouldn't make our dates so hard on you. But wait. Did I cause you a lot of pain when we had sex?" He worried his lip and looked at her. "Oh no! You didn't at all. I just didn't want you to think I'm somehow weak and can't take care of myself. Today was a lot, and I'd been out for a couple of meetings for some upcoming projects, and it just all ended up weighing me down." She was tearing up now. "Darling, please don't cry. I don't think you can't take care of yourself. I think it was incredibly responsible of you to tell me when you reached your limit. I'm happy to accommodate whatever you need." He said to her. She could tell he was earnest. "Thank you, Harry. It feels good to be able to tell someone and have them believe me." She said to him.

They had been listening to Sea Change by Beck while they smoked together. He sat on the floor of her bathroom, with his legs stretched out and his hand in the water, holding one of her ankles. Just as a reassurance that he wasn't leaving. They talked mindlessly. He asked her about her ceramic figurines, and she told him that her grandma used to collect them, then her mom, and now she does. She brought them with her when she moved to this city. Her favourite one was the teal coloured soapstone hippo. She used to have heart-shaped soapstone, but she gave it to an ex who threw it away after they broke up. Just like that, he told her about the first time he fell in love. How he likes to keep in touch with his exes because they all ended mutually and were lovely people. She told him about her first break-up. They exchanged sibling horror stories. He told her about his niece Willow, whom he lovingly calls Willy. She hadn't realised until then, as they listened to the saddest break-up albums of all time, that Harry was in it for the long haul. "Think you're ready to move to the bed?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes. She slowly got up, and he stood up to help her out of the bath. Pulled up a towel for her and handed it to her. She walked over to her drawer and pulled out a pair of pyjamas for herself. He undressed into his boxers and placed his clothes on the wing chair next to her windowsill. She got into bed and opened the covers up for him. Her room was decorated the same, but fewer breakable items were in there. She had a few pictures of her family upon her wall, and a dog that he assumed was her childhood pet. He climbed in. "Small spoon?" He asked her; she answered by wrapping his around her and laid her head on his chest. He slowly ran his fingers through her hair, and she sighed in contentment. "You know, when I first realised that they weren't gonna be able to find what's wrong with me, I'd listen to 'If you're feeling sinister a lot. It was kind of a constant at the time." she said.

"When Stuart Murdoch wrote the album, he was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome, so he was on bed rest for a long time. He used to look out of his window and see all these people living their lives, and he'd feel so left out? So he poured all that yearning into it. One of the songs even has an overlay of children playing in the background. That album got me through some dark times." Harry was running a finger along her arm, raising goosebumps on her warm skin. Harry places a kiss on her hair, "You know when, Willow, was a little girl. I'd play this game with her during bedtime. It would really tire her out and change her mind from being upset for having to go to bed. Do you want to try it?" He says. "Sure, why not?" She smiles and places a kiss on his tattooed chest.

"Close your eyes. No peeking, okay?" He looks over to check a pokes a finger in her side to make sure, and she bursts out in giggles. "Okay! I promise." She laughs out. He holds her closer and takes a deep breath, her hair smells of berries and residual smoke, and he decides then that's his favourite smell. "We're on a hill. It's cold out. Both of us huddled under a blanket, looking at the sky. It's just us there, so it's very quiet. You can hear the birds around and the slight wind. When it touches you, you dig yourself closer to me, and I hold you a little tighter, just like I am right now." She listens carefully, picturing precisely what it would look like. She wonders if they have any pets with them, "Can we have a dog?" She asks, "Of course, whatever you'd like, pet." He says. "Okay, so we have a dog, a dalmatian puppy. What do you think her name should be?" She asks him. "You want a girl, huh?" He smirked at her. "Uh yeah, they're best, of course." She said as a matter of factly. "Um, what do you think of birdie?" "I love it." she smiles. "Birdie is running circles around our blanket. She's completely enchanted by butterflies and jumping up and down to get to them. She smells like lavender shampoo and puppy smell. She has a small spot on her nose that's shaped like a heart. That's what made you pick her at the pound. She's wearing a baby pink collar with a gold medallion which has her name engraved on it. She just saw us watching her, so now rushing to cuddle. She comes running to us and lands herself right in between, and we take her inside the blanket and settle in for a good ol' nap." Listening to him describe in such detail a life that he envisions for the two of them makes her feel so full of love.

"I feel so full and happy. A little hazy with that feeling, so much so that I can't remember what I was upset about." She smiles into his chest. "I told you, it'll help. It's tried and tested, ma'am." He says, ruffling her hair a bit. "Thank you so much, Harry. Thank you for staying and taking care of me and making sure I was okay. Thank you for listening to me and not judging me and just being here." She tears up a little.

"Hey, no tears." He says, wiping a stray tear that escaped. "And, you don't have to thank me at all. I just want you to be honest with me, so I can be there for you. You don't need to carry this all on your own. If you allow me, I'd like to ease the burden a little bit." He says as he runs his thumb along her cheek.

Now...

The loud barking from the other room jolts her out of her daydream. She looks up to see the reason behind the sound. Birdie comes running towards their bed with her toy, all prepared to jump up, but Harry stops her. "Birdie, no! Don't jump on Mummy!" "It's okay, Harry." Ellie reaches for Birdie. "You spoil her so much, she'd never going to learn." "Oh come on, sweets, it's our vacation. You have to let her get away with some things."

He sits up, and Birdie immediately places herself on his lap and whines for him to scratch her. He happily obliges. "Now, my darling wife, come here and give me a kiss before I take our baby out for a wee." You smile and lean up for a kiss. He kisses your nose once before getting out of bed and walking over to wear a pair of shorts. He turns around to Ellie, and says "Are you feeling up to a picnic?"

She smiles and hits save on the document she was typing. "Yes, I'll get the snacks ready. Give me five minutes." She places the laptop on the bed and walks over to him. She reaches on her tippy toes and grabs him by the neck, and gives him one big kiss.

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