#why DO we always treat falling in love as this universally beautiful thing

[nonexistent-introvert]

Alternate Reminder

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Content: Miguel has trouble trying to treat you fairly when you remind him too much of what he had lost. Angst, misunderstanding.

A/N: I havent truly proofread this so I'm sorry. This took super long.

Part 2

   Miguel thought you were special. He thought it was maybe the universe giving him a second chance when he saw you. His first love and his beautiful wife, standing in front of him while wearing a Spiderman suit. Maybe, he was destined to be with you, after all, a universe where you could understand him. A universe where he could finally be happy with you and Gabriella, a universe that he actually belonged to and he didn’t have to worry about destroying a whole universe just to be with you. 

   The only problem? This version of you had zero ideas of who Miguel O’Hara is. Miguel thought it was a canon event, for the both of you to fall in love. In most universes he had been to, you were with Miguel. In most, you were happy and had a family with him. In the more unfortunate universes, things didn’t work out between the two of you. The only thing that was unchanged was that Miguel and you were bound to find and fall in love with each other at one point. 

  However, Miguel hated your guts. His amor was sweet, responsible, and well-organized. You were the complete opposite of that. You were rude, irresponsible, and very messy as a person. He dared say that you were the messiest person he had ever met. There was no sign of organisation at your workstation. Papers were messily stacked on top of each other or swept across the desk. The mini shelf you had beside your desk was filled with books that were all falling to one side, some had completely collapsed. More files were squeezed on top of the books. Miguel’s greatest pet peeve was seeing the bent and folded pages being shoved into a file. The urge to help you reorganize was almost too big for him to handle causing the frustration to build up and was let out onto you instead. Miguel groaned as he met eye contact with you while he was buying his morning coffee. It was almost insulting to him how you had the same exact face as her, the woman he falls for in every universe. 

   On the opposite side of the same coin, you loathed Miguel O’Hara. He was bossy, pompous, and couldn’t take a single joke. Any conversation you have had with him ended up in the both of you arguing. Sarcasm was something everyone around you had gotten used to, except for Miguel of course who never seemed to catch on. He would simply give you a judgemental stare before giving a literal answer which you would roll your eyes at. At that point, Miguel would think that you’re being rude, and depending on his mood that day, he would either scold you or scoff at you. 

   “Just get over it, you’re always mad at Miguel anyways. I thought you would get used to it by now.” Gwen sighed, giving you the same response every time you ranted about Miguel. “It’s not like you don’t know the big guy,” Hobie said nonchalantly, having long gotten used to your rants about Miguel. “You hate him, we get it.” Pavitr groaned, complaining for the umpteenth time about how you always seemed to be talking about Miguel. Gwen chuckled, “If you didn’t point out every single flaw of his so heartlessly every time you rant about him, I would think you have a crush on Miguel  or something.” Gwen said. “Hell no. I’m not fucking blind.” you defended, offended she would even think this way. “You gotta admit, big boss is quite the looker, too bad he’s a prick.” Hobie pointed out. “Speak of the devil,” Pavitr warned, straightening up as he stared at Miguel who was walking to your table’s direction. 

    You merely glared in his direction. Gwen was right, you should be used to him by now. He shouldn’t be getting under your skin so easily. So why can’t you just ignore him? Why does your mind always drift to him when you’re alone, why do you realise when he was due for a haircut? How his hair curls at the end when he lets his hair grow, how he reaches 10 minutes early to any appointment, and how he would get his coffee at exactly 9am in the morning. You shook your head, riding yourself off those thoughts. There was no way you actually had some sort of attraction to him right? Your mind drifted to the fight you had with him 5 days ago, his words still causing a dull ache in your heart. The both of you always fought but you were sure Miguel was going to kick you off the team until he called your friends the next day and gave you a mission through them while also completely disregarding your presence if he saw you around after. 

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   “Mind your own business!” Miguel exclaimed, you flinched at his harsh tone. “I was just-” “Who said you could touch my property?” Anger was practically the only emotion in his voice as he pushed you to the side. “Lyla told me you were having some troubles, that your screens had some kind of issue-” You gritted out, closing your eyes to calm yourself too. You only had good intentions to fix the issues he was fixing and now you were being accused of invading his privacy. You couldn't even remember any of the files that appeared on the screen while you were fixing his terrible code. Too focused on solving the technical errors to be poking your nose into his business. “I don’t need your help,” He seethed. “She was going to help you, Miguel. You have been complaining about it and even I can’t help you, you very well know she’s the only one equipped with the knowledge to fix this.” Lyla defended you. The fury in Miguel’s eyes scared you as well, “You need to mind your own business as well.” He snarled to Lyla before turning to you, switching off the orange screens completely. “I would rather let everything burn to hell than trust you to fix anything. You’re a fucking mess if you didn’t realize. ” Miguel spat. 

  It was your last straw. You had more self-respect than let anyone speak to you like that. “Kick me off, fucking kick me off already. You hate me anyways, right? So why do you bother keeping me around?” 

   “Get out!” Miguel bellowed and you didn’t need him to repeat himself. You took off the watch on your wrist and threw it to the floor, letting it break into pieces. In that moment, his words hurt you more than glitching ever would. 

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   Peter found you at a bar in your universe that day. You downed another glass of whiskey at the sight of Peter, you were in too bad of a mood to talk to anyone now and you know you would regret it if you lashed out at him.

  Peter didn’t say anything, simply sitting beside you and staring as you downed one glass after another. 

 Peter ordered a drink, taking sips of his drink as he decided on the best approach to talk to you. Your anger was practically radiating off you, making everyone else stir clear of you. 

   “He’s all bark no bite.” Peter started. You scoffed lightly, letting the silence fall between the both of you. You turned to peter, feeling bad for putting him in an uncomfortable situation. “You heard already huh.” Peter simply shrugged, “Word travels fast. Practically the whole society knows.” You downed another glass at that, you wondered how much the story had changed as it was passed from one person to another. It was probably a field day at headquarters. 

   “There is barely anyone at headquarters, Miguel has been bringing hell to anyone he even makes eye contact with,” Peter answered as though he could read your thoughts. You had to bite back your words, to tell Peter that you really couldn’t care less about Miguel now nor did you need the company. Silence fell between the both of you, Peter lightly bobs his head to the music that was playing in the bar to relieve the tension that was building up. He was never one for tense situations. “You know, you’re not really that different from Miguel.” Peter immediately put his hands up in defense when you practically growled at his comment. “Well, it’s just that both of you would rather die than talk about your emotions. Thankfully, I managed to crack Miguel so I think I can do it for you too.” Peter confidently stated. You remained silent, swirling the whiskey in your hand. You didn’t trust yourself to not lash out at Peter, especially when he’s practically comparing you to Miguel. The man you hated in all of the multiverse 

  “Hm, silence. Miguel screamed at me when we reached this point.” Peter observed, laughing nervously at the memory of his talk with Miguel. “I guess I’ll just go on first then.” Peter wrung his hands nervously. “I’m sure Miguel didn’t mean anything. You just hit a sore spot.” You scoffed again, “What? By trying to fix his stupid system?” 

Peter took another swig, he definitely needed the alcohol. “Do you not know about what is on those screens? One that probably popped up while you were fixing it.” “Contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t snooping on him. I was focused on the system itself.” You defended. Peter cringed ever so slightly at your response. “There is this girl on the screen, the one with a happier, better-looking Miguel.” Peter took another swig, this really wasn’t his story to tell. You pursed your lips, you did remember seeing the footage that Peter mentioned. You had to force yourself to look away, that you were invading his privacy. 

   “That’s his daughter.” Peter finished, trying to gauge your reaction. You simply preserved a blank look and Peter groaned slightly, he detested how stubborn you were. “Miguel found a universe where he had a family and was happy, but him in that universe had an accident so he replaced himself. Some butterfly effect happened and the whole universe collapsed on itself and he lost everything.” Peter explained. You finished your drink, everyone has lost someone. You understood why it was a sore spot but it doesn’t justify being a total asshole. 

“Miguel didn’t mean anything he said to you. It was just- tough.” Peter finished. “I didn’t even do shit Peter, just decided to fix his system and he accused me of invading his fucking privacy. It’s not like he’s the only one who lost someone. We all did.” Peter shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. “He just fucking hates my guts and I don’t know why? He literally told most people about my past when he explains about anomalies so why is he so mad when I know about it?” 

    “Because you have the same name and face as his wife, the woman who he falls for in every universe.” Your jaw dropped at the information. You couldn’t ever fathom the thought of you and Miguel even being in love. The anger in you simmered ever so slightly. It would explain how his features softened when he sees you sometimes, the vulnerable look in his eyes when he stares at you for too long. A stranger with memories, that is what you are to Miguel. Miguel tries his best to treat you like others. It was exceptionally tough when you shared the same name and face as the woman he had spent his happiest moments with. “He never told me,” you told Peter. Peter shook his head, “No one was allowed to tell you. Not like many people knew anyways. He didn’t want to stir up any unnecessary trouble. You know how he is, he doesn’t like it when people try to share his burdens.” You pursed your lips, cursing out your alcohol tolerance. It was times like this you wished you could just forget everything. “It doesn’t matter. Miguel probably wants me out of his life.” Peter threw his hands up frustratedly. “If he wants you out he wouldn’t send me here to tell you about everything.” Peter admitted. Peter was worried when he heard the news of you and Miguel having a fight which is what brought him to talk to Miguel. Peter wouldn’t be able to find you by himself, only Miguel could. You closed your eyes, you had enough of everyone. You were so exhausted, everything has been so draining. 

      “Just leave me alone alright?” You said, stumbling out of your seat slightly before leaving the bar and Peter behind. 

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   “The anomaly was caught. We ensured there were no loose ends. Everything should be fine.” You reported to Miguel. Your hands were behind your back, there was a blank look on your face. Miguel bit his lip slightly at your cold demeanor toward him. He used to complain about you taking things too lightly. When you would stroll into his office with a grin, confidently telling him all the details of the mission even if it was insignificant. Now, you told him the bare minimum with a professional tone and stand. 

    Miguel used to complain and bluntly tell you that he didn't care for some of the details you told him after. Details like you and Gwen dropped by a Mcdonald's to grab some fries or that you also managed to finish a recent show. Now he wishes you would tell him, instead of you acting like this., all quiet and serious.   Miguel took a deep breath, staring at you as the platform descended. He looked away slightly, knowing things were still tense between the two of you. “Sorry about that the other day. I was not in the right place.” He apologised, forcing himself to meet your eye. Your expression was still blank, “It’s fine.” You brushed it off like you hadn’t been thinking about it ever since. “If that’s everything, I’ll take my leave now.” You told him, bowing slightly as you turned. Miguel flinched at the tone. “Wait.” He wanted to stop you from leaving. Then his head turned to the orange screens behind him that glitched every so often. “Would you-” Miguel hesitated, thinking if this was the best move.”

   “I- can you help me fix the screens?” Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “I promise I won’t lash out at you.” Miguel weakly joked. You simply nodded, stepping up onto his platform. Miguel stared at you, you were so unlike yourself. There were no teasing comments, no laughter, not even a hint of a smile. You stood in front of his screens, diligently and skillfully opening and typing away a new code. Miguel shifted and fidgeted behind you, he was wrecking his mind for a conversation topic. You were the one who usually initiated or continued the conversations. His mind replaying all the conversations he had with you. A smile tugged on his lips, music was your common ground with him. He remembered how your eyes twinkled when you talked about your favorite songs. 

   “I recently got into classical music.” Miguel shared. Miguel was half-convinced that he wouldn’t get a reply when you let his words hang in the air while you focused on the task at hand. “Oh? Mahler?’ You finally replied. His eyes widened. “How did you know?” He was greeted with silence again and only then did he appreciate how quick your responses used to be. “I just want to know, because you seemed really confident about it. Did I tell you?” Miguel filled the silence himself. “I just saw it.” You gestured to the screens. He nodded, letting the tense silence take over again. You were never so quiet, he never had to deal with this uncomfortable silence when he was with you. 

    “You changed.” Miguel blurted out. There was no response from you as you continued working on the screens. You didn’t know how to respond either. The news about you being an alternate version of his wife, it was rather overwhelming. You used to spite him and annoy him just for the fun of it, but after everything, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it anymore.  His gaze made you self-conscious now, of what he thought of you, and nor did you want a repeat of what happened that day. You did a lot of thinking the past few days and you had to come to terms with the fact that you didn’t hate Miguel O’Hara. You couldn’t hate him. The thought of him hating you, it was terrifying. 

     “What?” You muttered, Miguel barely caught onto your response. He placed his hands on his hips, looking down. “Look, I’m really sorry for that day and I know I can’t take back anything but I really hope you don’t distance yourself from me because of that.” Miguel swallowed, it was publicly known that the both of you never seemed to get along but the thought of you becoming cold to him made him shiver to his core. “You’re overthinking things.” You stated plainly, forcing out a laugh. Miguel sighed, “You just seem, very different. Let’s not even talk about our interactions. You have just been more distant with everyone, you’re taking things way too seriously and well, you’re a lot more well organised now. The biggest shame was losing the constant smile, boosted many of their morale even in the most difficult of times.” you swallowed bitterly, debating internally if you should snap at Miguel right now while you stared at the screens before you. “I had to work on not being a mess right?” You answered, quoting his exact words. Miguel’s eyes flashed with a hint of pain and you knew it was a low blow. He had already apologised, you’re the one who keeps bringing it up. But those words haunted you even till now. 

    “You really changed huh?” Miguel continued. He didn’t expect you to use his words against him. When you know that he regrets it, it was a low move even for you. “It’s done.” You announced, ignoring his comment towards you. Your patience was thinning again. He merely glanced towards the screens before looking at you again. “You’re not the person I knew,” Miguel stated plainly. You turned your head to him. 

   “I’m not the woman you had in mind, Miguel! I’m not your fucking wife and I’m sorry you had to go through that.” You looked away, running your hands through your hair in distress. “I never was. I’m sorry I remind you of her but I’m not her.” You snapped at him. Walking out of his office.   Everything made sense now. Miguel would be annoyed and frustrated with you most times, but there were times that he acted differently towards you. The times when he had carried you to a more comfortable place when you had fallen asleep on your table, the jackets that he had given to you to keep you warm still hung in your closet. The late-night conversations where he was more vulnerable towards you and had conversations with you about your interests while you hung from the ceiling, claiming that it helped you stay awake while you sift through the paperwork with him. You found it weird how he could hate your guts one second but be even sweet to you when it was just the two of you. At one point, you even thought you had fallen for Miguel O’Hara. 

   You shook your head, ignoring Miguel behind you as you rid the thought of even entertaining a possibility with Miguel. He never treated you as you are, he never liked you for who you are. 

  You simply shared a face and name with the woman he was destined to fall for. 

   You chuckle at how foolish you were while you stepped on the watch that Peter had given to you as replacement for your old one. 

   “I fucking quit.” You announced to a surveillance camera in the hallway, knowing fully well that he is monitoring the camera for your whereabouts now. 

Miguel angrily swept the files off his table, growling out in frustration. He buried his face in his hands, he never saw you as the woman who he had fallen for and had Gabriella with. Sure, there were a few times your identical looks made his heart pace with what could have been. However, Miguel had started spending more time with you and getting to know you as a person. In those times, he reckoned he enjoyed it too much.

There was no way he was falling for you right?

Was there a point even if he did? You had already left him.

Miguel O'Hara always messes up his own happiness. That seems more like his canon event than falling in love with you.

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[suiana]

So need dad and house husband know each other? Does that mean yandere nerd father potential 👀

NO WAY ANON TGATS AN AMAZUNG IDEA and yes, nerd's father and househusband know each other

✎ yandere! government official headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsessiveness, possessiveness, baby trapping, dilf etc.

(afab! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! government official who was your high school sweetheart. how could you not fall for him? charming, tall, handsome, smart... he was the whole package! he was perfect. everyone wanted him, even you. and unfortunately, he wanted you too. you caught his eye and you had to pay the price.

✎ yandere! government official who made you feel like you were living the highschool dream. going on romantic dates, cheering for him during his competitions...you really did live the dream life. until your boyfriend messed up.

✎ yandere! government official who accidentally let slip to you about what his future career would be. what? how could he do such a thing?! no way, you had to leave-

✎ yandere! government official who wouldn't let you leave. no, you couldn't leave. YOU WON'T LEAVE. you took his heart and you had to pay the consequences. besides, if you left he would have to kill you for you knew too much. we dont want you dead now do we?

✎ yandere! government official who reveals his obsessive and possessive nature after you found out about his future career. no...it's not that he revealed it, it's that you finally noticed it. you opened your eyes and realised that he wasn't as perfect as you thought he was.

✎ yandere! government official who manipulates everyone close to you as if they were just mere pawns on a chess board. of course everything was fine in your relationship with him! why would anything be wrong?

✎ yandere! government official who graduates with you by his side. his lovely sweetheart...his everything...you'll stay with him, won't you? you don't have a choice, you WILL stay.

✎ yandere! government official who marries you the second he finishes university. honestly, he wanted to marry you right after the two of you graduated high school but his father advised him not to. he was actually really depressed for a period of time because of that haha!

✎ yandere! government official who brings up starting a family. you'll agree, won't you? after all, he needs a successor and he'd rather it be genetically his and yours. and yes, this is yet another way to keep you with him.

✎ yandere! government official who's extra soft and sweet when you're pregnant. it's honestly scary how this...this monster can change personalities so easily.

✎ yandere! government official who laughs at your attempt to teach your child to not turn out like him. oh darling, he should've told you that being insane runs in the family! did you know that his mother also tried to stop him from turning out like his father? look what happened! it really is a vicious cycle that can't be stopped, huh?

✎ yandere! government official who installs cameras all over your mansion, hires the best of guards and always has someone watching you when he's at work. don't try anything funny sweetheart, you wouldn't want to get punished now would you?

✎ yandere! government official who always treats you just like he did in the honeymoon stages of your relationship, just with more insanity, possessiveness and obsession now that you're married to him.

✎ yandere! government official who feels content with his life. his beautiful sweetheart, a cute little child who will succeed him, and obedient house staff. what more could he ask for? oh he can't wait to see the darling his son will bring home!

✎ "sweetheart, I'm home~"

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere blog #yandere hcs #yandere headcanons #yandere government official #yandere government official headcanons #yandere government official x reader

[lucianalight]

A Glorious Culmination

Let's talk about that perfect ending with its beautiful scenes and epic soundtrack, shall we? Here's all the reasons why I loved it:

The ending answered the question "what makes a Loki, Loki?"

"Authority, independence, style". Sure, but that's not all of it. And it's not the real answer.

So who is Loki? A villain? A loser? What defines Loki?

There are many characteristics that define Loki but one of the main ones that truly sets him apart imo is that he is a catalyst for change. Loki when faced with options he doesn't like, or a problem that looks like doesn't have a solution, makes a new way, creates a new solution, chooses an option that didn't exist before.

He has the power to destroy, like the mythological tale of Ragnarok.

And to give life. Like how the Ragnarok he brings, means the beginning of a new cycle in Norse mythology.

-"Yeah it was the best character development. Loki went from wanting a throne to..."

Let me stop you there.

Loki went from not wanting a throne but thinking he must have it to be considered worthy and an equal to Thor, to taking a throne despite not wanting it, because it was the right thing to do.

The fact that Loki sacrificed himself once again for the people he loved and cared about, wasn't a new character development. In the movies Loki risks and sacrifices himself every time when it matters. For Thor, for Asgard, for the world. The only development here was that this time he sacrificed himself for every universe there is.

And his sacrifice wasn't treated as sth he deserved by the narrative because of every terrible things he'd done. On the contrary the narrative acknowledges that this is the last thing Loki deserves. That he is paying for others' mistakes and wrongs. He spends centuries to save the timelines. He spends a long time trying to stop Sylvie without harming her. And when everything seems lost, he makes a decision to save everyone but himself, he creates a different path. He faces his deepest fear, to not hurt the people he loves.

If there is any character development, it's for the narrative and the audience that finally recognized who Loki actually is.

The Symbolism

I have to say my first reaction to the new Loki costume was:" This is the worst Loki costume ever :))))" also me two days later: "I'm gonna set it as my wallpaper." But I loved the symbolism. The biggest horns Loki's ever worn to show the weight of the crown. His cape that was connected to timelines, to show the burden of a throne. The simplicity in his clothes in contrast with his other outfits. Because this wasn't about the recognition Loki always wanted and deserved. This was about the responsibility Loki decided to literally put on his shoulders and feeling the gravity of it.

His shoes though :)))) I mean

Either let him be bare footed or give him boots you cowards :D

The Parallels

The fact that how the ending parallels the first Thor movie and everything came back full circle.

How Thor and Loki destroyed sth at the cost of themselves losing the people they cared about.

Loki doing sth not because of a desperation for acceptance, not because he thought it was sth someone else wanted.

Knowing if he chose the easier way, no one could have fault him for it because it seemed there was no other way.

He did it because he knew it was the right thing to do, because he knew who he wanted to be.

Loki not giving up, not letting go, not falling down from a broken bridge, but ascending, holding on as he fixes what's broken.

He holds and carries the whole universe on his back. It's not only a beautiful Atlassian tragedy, but also parallels Norse mythology in more than one way. Yggdrasil, the tree of life in Norse mythology, the one that Loki holds in his hands in the finale, wasn't the only parallel in the ending.

There's a subtle and beautiful nod to Norse mythology. The tale of Loki being bound till Ragnarok. The myth that says when Loki gets freed, the end of the world begins.

What a marvelous tragedy. And what a glorious culmination.

It's not all tragic though

Loki now is literally the most powerful and heroic character in MCU. He's holding the universe in his hands and keeping it alive. You can't top that.

And it makes his portrayal in the recent movies in which he was unfairly underpowered, even more ridiculous than before and that makes me happy :D

There is also a possibility to see Loki again and I'm not talking about the other variants. Marvel now has the best dues ex machina through Loki. He might be able to appear in any universe as an illusion to warn about dangers or help the characters. He might figure out a way to keep the tree alive without being there himself. That way he can find Thor in the sacred timeline. Or maybe the Loki who survived Thanos and is still in the sacred timeline finds Thor. Maybe there's still hope for a good reconciliation and a good story for Asgardian siblings.

So to sump up this was an epic, symbolic, beautiful and tragic ending. And yet hopeful. I loved it💚

#anyone else was reminded of Elsa when Loki created those stairs? :D #loki never wanted a throne #had to include it because everyone's going with this take and it starts to get on my nerves #just look through the tag if you disagree with me #a lot of people has written metas about it #loki 2x06 #loki s02e06 #loki #loki series #loki tv show #loki s2 positivity #loki gif #thor #thor1 #norse mythology #yggdrasil

[straykidsholicleigh]

“Think you'll marry her?” You asked, a hint of sadness in your voice, to which he probably didn't notice. He slowly brought his head up to look at you, his eyes trailing to the ice blue haired girl behind the counter.

“Definitely.” He said, his voice filled with happiness and adoration. You looked away in embarrassment, looking up as your eyes landed on a girl in the tiny coffee shop you went to occasionally.

The girls name was Destiny. Her hair shone like ice in winter when it's in liquid form, her light makeup suited her face as she smiled warmly at customers who walked in. Her floral dress was covered by a light turquoise apron, a few coffee and tea stains on it as she wiped the counter with a wet rag.

She was Hyunjin's lover, which made you hate her instantly. She was so pretty and you always thought you weren't. Your hair wasn't shiny like hers, her face wasnt stained with acne like yours were. She was just... perfect. She was made for Hyunjin in every way possible. She and Hyunjin were both like two peas in a pod, always doing things they like together and she seemed to be interested in almost everything he liked.

She recently started working here in the cafè, to which she was surprised to see you. She was never rude to you, in fact she was so sweet to you. Always offering you coffee on the house whenever you were stressed with university, always trying to include you into group activities, always inviting you to house parties, she even invited you to a sleepover once to her house.

I guess that's why you hate her; because she's so nice to people and was so sweet to you, she treated you like a sister. But i think the real reason you hate her is because she stole Hyunjin from you.

Okay, maybe not stealing but you did fall in love with Hyunjin first, and it was his fault that the catterpillars in your stomach turned into butterflies, not yours. But it is partly your fault for letting him go so easily.

“Hyun, I have a party tonight to celebrate my mums 58th birthday, wanna come? She really misses you.” She said, sitting down next to Hyunjin on the seat next to him as you quietly watched them from behind your coffee cup. He smiled, nodding his head. “I'll bring cupcakes!” He cheerfully said to which she giggled, kissing his cheek before looking at you. “Would you like to come to? I'm sure my mom would love to see you again!” She excitedly said, her white teeth showing as she smiled wide.

You shook your head, shooting her a weak smile. “Thanks but I'll pass, finals are getting rough ha. You two go and have fun.” She nodded her head. “Alright. Hyun I gotta lock up, you coming with?” Hyunjin hastily nodded his head, grabbing his books and placing them in his bag as Destiny got up to lock the doors for the night.

“Should we walk you home?” Hyunjin offered, his arm draped around Destiny's shoulder as she blew into her hands, rubbing them together as she looked at you. You were now outside, the chilly wind of October in Seoul really showing off as white snowflakes fell from the sky. You shook your head. “Nah, you guys go ahead, I'll see you tomorrow at uni.” Hyunjin eyed you suspiciously. “You sure?” He checked. You nodded your head, trying to put on your best smile as the tip of your nose became red.

“Go ahead guys, I'll be fine.” You said, to which Hyunjin nodded. “Alright.” He answered back. “You have a good night sis. Bye!” Destiny said with much enthusiasm, making you wanna punch her in her beautiful face. “Bye.” You answered back.

Hyunjin and Destiny left as they walked in the opposite direction, smiling and laughing about something as hot tears streamed down your cheeks.

Hyunjin was in love. He found real love that he can cherish and enjoy, love that has his heart swooning, love that treats him well. He finally found a love that he deserved but it just wasn't you. And you have to accept that.

You must accept that.

©straykidsholicleigh

#stray kids #hyunjin #hyunjin angst #unrequited love #this is fucking sad #someone shoot me #love hurts sometimes #but its okay #your crush doesn't always like you back #but fuck did I cry-

[nicoline1998enilocin]

School trip

PAIRING | Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.3K

SUMMARY | Luca is going on a trip with his school, and you're chosen to come as one of the chaperones. Bucky is very pleased about this, and finds it hard to move from your side and keep an eye on the kids like he's supposed to. When you accidentally hurt yourself, he won't move from your side until you're doing better.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Smut [ Masturbation, oral (F receiving) use of vibrator, daddy kink ], a broken ankle.

A/N | This one shot is part of my Teachers Universe AU, but can be read as part of the story, or a standalone one shot! 🖤

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''MOM, MOM, MOOOOOM!'' Luca was trying to get your attention, but you were on a phone call, so you held up a finger to let him know you'd listen to him shortly. ''Okay, thank you very much. Bye,'' you said as you hung up the phone. ''Bubba, I get that you're excited, and that is perfectly fine, but when I'm on the phone you have to be quiet. You know the rules by now,'' you told him, and he looked very sorry. ''Sorry Mom,'' he said, his bottom lip started quivering a little bit. ''It's okay bubs, come here!'' you say as you pull him onto your lap and you give him a big mama bear hug. ''What is it that you wanted to tell me?'' you ask and he hands you a form, telling you about an upcoming school trip to the aquarium with all 6th, 7th, and 8th graders. ''Ah, I get why you're excited! Let me see when it is, and I will see if I can get the day off to come too, how about that?'' you ask him and he bounces excitedly up and down.

''You can go play until dinner time, and after I can figure out more about this trip. Right now I have to make sure we have a dinner to eat!'' you laugh and send him to his bedroom. ''I love you, Mom!'' he says on his way to his bedroom. ''I love you too, bubs!'' you yell after him and you walk to the fridge, getting all the ingredients to make your 'famous' mac and cheese. You always made too much of it, so there was more than enough to share with your neighbor Anna, who was always very thankful when you saved her some. You turn on some music at a low volume so you can still hear Luca in case he needs something, and you start cooking. You treat yourself to a glass of wine too, and you realize you're enjoying the life you have now.

You're going to school to become a veterinary assistant, you're working as one as well, and your son is having the time of his life here in New York. Everything seems to fall into place now, and you're grateful. There will always be rough nights when you sit on your fire escape and just let go for a bit, letting the tears fall you're always holding in. Sometimes you need to let go and let your anxieties out, but those nights are getting further and further apart. If there's one thing you're specifically grateful for, it's your beautiful son. He's the reason you keep going every single day, and it feels so good to make him proud because you're always proud of him too.

When your mac and cheese is almost done, you put it in the oven to finish it off, and you set the table. Usually, this is something Luca does, but he was playing so peacefully that you decided to let him be for now. When the oven timer goes off you take the dish out and place it on the table before getting Luca. You walk into his bedroom and kneel next to him. ''Are you ready for dinner, bubs? I made mac and cheese tonight, so after dinner, you can bring some to Anna if you want,'' and he immediately jumped up. ''Yes, I would love to bring some to Anna after dinner!'' he ran to the dining room table where he quickly sat his butt down on his chair, waiting for you to scoop some of the food on his plate.

During dinner, the two of you talk about the upcoming school trip, and Luca is extremely excited, he can't wait to go to the aquarium. It has always been one of his favorite places to go when he still lived in Sacramento, so he was already extremely excited. I have good news for you, bubs! I already asked Junior's mom if I can have the day off to go on the school trip with you, and she said yes. So I can come with you to the aquarium!'' you said and he practically jumped out of his chair, giving you a big hug. ''But first, you have to bring some of the mac and cheese to Anna!'' you say handing him the Tupperware you put it in. He runs to the door and goes to your neighbor's door, you lean against the doorframe and give her a big smile when she gladly takes the food. ''Thank you again, Y/N,'' she says. ''You're welcome, Anna,''.

When Luca is watching some cartoons on the TV before bedtime, you fill in the form for the school trip, so he can hand it in tomorrow, together with the fee he has to pay to go. You put it all in an envelope and put it in his backpack, so you won't forget it. When it is time for bed, Luca is already in a deep sleep for a few hours, and you slip under the covers, and there is only one thing - or rather, one person - on your mind. Bucky Barnes. You decide to let yourself indulge in your fantasies and grab your vibrator out of your nightstand. You turn it to your preferred setting and first rub it along your clit, before slowly working it into your entrance. All while thinking about Bucky.

''Mmh, you taste so sweet, doll. You're such a good girl for me,'' Bucky says in between the stripes he's licking from your entrance up to your clit. ''Feels so good Daddy,'' you moan and this makes Bucky even harder than he already was. ''Doing so good for daddy, making me so hard for you, doll,'' he growled, the vibrations pulsing through your entire body. He keeps his arms wrapped around your thighs when he starts licking and sucking your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. He moves lower and tongue fucks you right into your sweet spot inside you. When he starts to rub your clit with his vibranium arm, you shatter all around him. ''Oh fuck, Daddy, feels so good when I cum!'' you scream as he rides out your orgasm with his tongue. ''Fuck, can't wait to be deep inside this sweet cunt of yours,'' Bucky said before taking his underwear off and positioning himself in front of your entrance.

You turn your vibrator up one more notch and you come violently around your vibrator, trying to keep your moans muffled to not wake Luca. You've been fantasizing about Bucky more and more lately, but if the orgasms he gives you from just fantasizing about him are anything to go by, you can't wait to feel him deep inside you. These fantasies kept becoming more and more intense, and more frequent too. Little did you know, Bucky was having these same fantasies about you.

~ 2 weeks later ~

It is time for the school trip, and Luca is very excited to go, even wearing his special shirt with fish all over it. When the both of you arrive at school, he runs inside his classroom, excited to show his shirt. ''Good morning Mr. Barnes! Look at my shirt!'' he said enthusiastically and Bucky was very impressed. ''Oh wow, I wish my shirt was as cool as yours! You have the perfect shirt for today!'' he said while giving him a high five, making Luca beam up at him. ''You hear that Mom? My shirt is cool!'' ''Yeah, but I told you that this morning already, didn't I?'' you say with a smile. ''You can still go and play a little bit before we go, bubs. Go ahead so I can discuss something with Mr. Barnes!'' and off he went.

''I have a bit of a weird question to ask, but when you were at the vet clinic recently, Chay addressed you as Bucky. But your name is James, right?'' you asked wondering. It is something you've thought about often, and you just couldn't come up with an explanation for why she would call him that. ''It's okay, I get that one more often than you'd think. Well, my full name is James Buchanan Barnes, and Bucky is a nickname that stems from my middle name. I'm fine with either James or Bucky, although most friends call me Bucky,'' he explains with a hint of a smile. ''Oh, that makes perfect sense! I've been thinking about it ever since you came by and I didn't have the time to ask you until now,'' you explained. The two of you chatted some more until it was time to get all the children onto the bus and on their way to the aquarium.

''Can I sit with you, Mom?'' Luca asked, and you looked at Bucky to see if it was okay. ''As long as Mr. Barnes says it's okay, then it's fine with me, bubs!'' and he agrees, so you sit down next to Luca. You would catch up with him later, right now you were talking endlessly about different species of fish with Luca. Bucky can't help but smile at the way you're interacting with your son like he's an equal instead of a small child. ''Which ones are you most excited to see, Luca?'' Bucky asked, and he started a whole rant about clownfish and why they're his favorite, mostly stemming from the fact that Finding Nemo was his favorite movie growing up. Bucky listens with all his attention and it makes you swoon a little bit.

Not long after you arrive at the aquarium, but you're barely even inside before something goes wrong. You were talking to Bucky about your job as a veterinary assistant, and you missed a small set of stairs inside the aquarium. You roll your ankle, but before Bucky can catch you, you hear bones snap and you fall with a scream. ''Mommy, no!'' Luca screeches when he sees you fall and he immediately runs over to you to see if you're okay. Tears are streaming down your face and you're sobbing from the pain, not able to move your ankle at all. ''Shit, doll!'' Bucky hisses and he crouches by your side. ''Luca, your mom is hurt, so can you get Ms. Jones to get some help?'' he nods and quickly runs to get her.

Bucky wipes some tears from your face, softly whispering that it's going to be okay, and that help is on the way. ''Oh god, Y/N, what happened?!'' Ms. Jones said as soon as she was by your side. ''I- I missed a-a step...'' you say between sobs and Luca is plastered to your side again, holding your hand and holding back his tears. He always hates to see his mom upset, and this was even worse because you were in pain. ''Why were you being clumsy, Mom?'' he asked and it made you laugh a little bit. ''I'm always clumsy, you know that right?! But I was talking to Mr. Barnes and missed the steps,'' you explain. ''That is not nice of you, to let her fall like that! Now she's in pain!'' he says to Bucky, who can only agree. ''I know, and I'm sorry. But I will make it up to her by getting her to the hospital, okay?''

The rest of the kids and chaperones went on the trip through the aquarium, and Bucky picked you up bridal style which surprised you, especially how effortless it was for him to do it. You wrap your arms around his neck and Luca is walking with the both of you towards the entrance of the aquarium. ''I'm going to call an Uber to the hospital, so I'm going to put you down for just a minute, okay?'' he asked and you nodded, keeping your ankle still as he sets you down so you can lean against the wall. Luca uses this moment to wrap himself around you and hug you. ''I don't like it when you're in pain Mom, so I hope you will feel better soon,'' he says and it makes your heart melt. You kiss him on his head when he said it.

~ At the hospital ~

Once all three of you arrived in the hospital, they take you away for some X-rays, which show that your ankle is indeed broken, and will have to be in a cast for at least 6 weeks. ''What color shall I pick for the cast, Bubba?'' you ask Luca, who is very interested in everything they're doing. ''Green!'' he exclaims happily, it's his favorite color so this does not come as a surprise to you. ''So, you're gonna be part Hulk for the next few weeks, huh doll?'' Bucky laughs, but you blush when you hear the nickname he calls you. ''I guess so,'' you chuckle and when they're done, you get some crutches to keep yourself upright. ''Let me bring the both of you home, it's the last I can do after I made you fall down those steps!'' Bucky offered, but you didn't want to impose. ''It's okay, Bucky. We can do it, but thank you anyways. You were a great help,'' and when Luca wasn't looking, you softly kissed him on his cheek before hopping out the door.

Bucky put a hand over the cheek you just kissed, trying to hide the deep red color that he was sporting now. You didn't look around, but you were supporting that very same color on your face. ''Mom, can we have dino nuggets for dinner?'' Luca asks. ''Of course, bubs, especially after today!'' you say with a laugh before stepping into the Uber Bucky had ordered for the both of you. Both you and Luca waved at him when the car took off, and you couldn't hide the smile you were sporting. ''I love you Bubba, you took really good care of me today,'' and you gave him the biggest kiss you could on his cheek. ''Love you too, mom''.

#alternate universe #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n

[hollow-dweller]

5-10 🤭

it's always you at the scene of the crime

5. worst discord server and why

the answer to this is actually not in spidey, it's this one klance server i was in back in ye old voltron days that was absolutely horrible to exist in as an Allura lover/Allurance shipper. when she died, and klance didn't become canon (because it was never going to), things got nasty and i will freely admit i am still bitter about it! nothing made me dislike klance faster or more thoroughly than klance fans.

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

anyone with a Tony Stark ship, really, though obviously the one I see the most nonsense from is irondad. Tony fans are, 90% of the time, there for Tony, and really focus on him to the exclusion of any of the other characters, including the one that he is partnered/shipped with. as someone who writes for and interacts with irondad because i love both Tony and Peter, who wants to explore them and their extended universes, it fucking sucks to have to wade through post after post that grossly misrepresents or misinterprets Tony, and treats Peter as a prop more than a character.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

having said the above: Tony Stark you will always be famous! none of these people who pretend you're a soft uwu dad who's never done anything wrong could make me hate you, because that's NOT you!

i don't know there are any characters i "hate" per se, but certainly there are ones i will AVOID because the fandom is so terrible. in Spidey, though he's not a Spidey character, that's Harley Keener. i have zero feelings toward his canon character because he was a child and then an easter egg, and basically has no canon character. but i will avoid him at all costs in fic/tumblr tags, because his fans use him to completely supplant and erase actual Spider-Man characters, like Ned and MJ and Flash.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

MJ WATSON WOULD NOT WORSHIP PEPPER POTTS ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

MJ "i want to get a little light protesting in before lunch" Watson, MJ "so really this is all your fault" Watson, MJ "i don't want to tour a building made by slaves" Watson would NOT be falling over herself to talk about how "cool" Pepper Potts is.

fandom loves to drop MJ into interactions with Tony where she's snarky and rude and makes "eat the rich" jokes. but then they'll turn around and also make her look up to Pepper as a girl boss.

and it's because people's aren't representing her as anti-billionaire or anti-establishment as a genuine reflection on her character and how she might behave meeting Tony Stark or Pepper Potts. she's an audience avatar to spout a couple memes and jokes, then is unceremoniously shuffled off stage left so that Tony and Peter can cuddle on the couch or whatever. it's about making Tony look cool and chill for "putting up" with her, and to make Peter embarrassed so that Tony can reassure him.

9. worst part of canon

Far From Home, beloathed. its sins are innumerable but to sum them up in as concise of terms as possible: it represents so much wasted potential. we could have had post-blip meta! we could have had the FOS as more than a joke! we could have had actual development of the petermj relationship! and yes we could have had an actual examination of the impact of Tony Stark and his legacy on Peter and his life!

WE COULD HAVE HAD MAY PARKER

instead we got a kidz bop european road trip movie and only head fakes to anything deeper going on between any of the characters

10. worst part of fanon

here's the thing: the idea of a community of people coming together to collaboratively fill in the blanks of a piece of art is, conceptually, beautiful, and exactly what fandom should be about. doing collaborative, generative creative work is genuinely valuable, and an important part of community building in creative spaces.

but the relationship that people have to fanon, is, frankly, completely fucking whack. modern fandom doesn't use fanon to generate collaborative and creative elaborations, variations, and interpretations of canon: they use it to supplant canon. popular fanon goes beyond being just an idea that a lot of people like; it starts being treated as law. people start interpreting canon through the lens of fanon, and in doing so treat the canonical text not as a work of art that deserves consideration and interpretation, but as a static and authoritative source whose purpose is to be excavated for "proof" of fanon, and anything that exists outside of fanon or in opposition to it is to be dismissed, ignored, and denied.

there are plenty of people who will happily admit they don't pay attention to canon and prefer fanon, and while that isn't my preferred way to engage with art, i have way less of a problem with that. people who engage with the original work through a fanon lens first, in an attempt to "prove" fanon, aren't seeking alternative interpretations or elaborating on the art. they're not even picking and choosing the things they like and the things they don't. what they are doing is working backwards from a foregone conclusion to pretend like art has one fixed, immutable interpretation, and that interpretation is the only correct or acceptable one.

the only proof you need of this tendency is the way people lose their fucking minds when you question popular fanon, or, god forbid, point out how it is directly contradicted or disproven by canon. it's a shitty way to engage with fandom as a community, and it's a shitty way to engage with art, and i have no patience for it.

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#asks #ask games #hope this is violent enough for you

[tokkibbang00]

STARS & RAINDROPS - H.Hyunjin (prologue)

mdni. unedited.

summary: sweet and loving, those are words to describe your relationship with hyunjin. from the outside, everything was falling into place. but in reality, the both of you were never ready for the relationship at all. after a whole bunch of misunderstandings, you and hyunjin break your 6-month relationship. two years later, you find yourself encountering him once again with your best friend being the main cause of this reunion. what can you do? he still looks beautiful as ever.

pairing: ex! hyunjin x afab! reader genre: exes/enemies to lovers!au. angst. fluff. humor. college!au. reader and hyunjin are stupid.

warnings: cursing, mentions of sexual abuse. hyunjin is very stupid (kind of asshole-ish)

NOTE: Characters presented do not represent anyone mentioned in the story. This is a work of fiction and is not real. word count: 625

intro pt. 2 || series masterlist || next chapter

PROLOGUE - When We Were Young (short written part)

Two Years Ago February

May"Hyun, please don't message her like this. The last thing she would want and need is someone she loves forcing her to do things that already make her anxious." Felix begs the man beside him, "Just give her time."

Hyunjin huffs, shaking away his friend's hand that was situated on his shoulder. He thought he could understand and help his partner, but he never did. She wasn't in a good place and so was he, but why is he handling things better than her? He thought

Hyunjin faked out an accepting response before standing up from the practice room floor. He knew if he pushed it even further, he'd only get a mouthful from Felix.

He sighed, "Thank you for the advice Lix, I'll keep that in mind." He said, pulling up his hoodie as he got his practice bag from the bench and walked away.

Felix' eyebrows furrowed, not really liking the response his best friend's boyfriend gave him. Before he could even say anything again to him, Hyunjin was ready out of the practice room, leaving Felix agitated and worried.

When Hyunjin got back to his apartment, he plopped himself on his bed, shoving his bag to the other side of the room in the process.

He was annoyed and irritated, he felt like he's responsible if y/n didn't do anything to fix herself. Both of his hands found their way to his face, rubbing against it.

With a heavy sigh, he looked at his phone; deciding whether or not to message her.

'Fuck it.' He thought as he starts typing, ignoring all of what Felix said earlier during the day.

August

Mid-August "y/n, I'm so sorry you had to hear that. I only heard parts of it from Jisung." Chan says, his voice slightly panicking. He never really knew the whole gist of what happened to his friend and her boyfriend.

The man stood there, guilt written on his face as he held his friend who was starting to tremble. Her shaky hands were trying to pull her phone from her pocket and make a call to a familiar contact.Chan immediately took her phone away from her. Putting it in his back pocket as he held her sobbing form.

Jisung and Chan held back Felix from pouncing on Hyunjin while the latter was already on the ground, being helped up by Minho and Seungmin.

To say that Hyunjin and the others were terrified was an understatement.

No one really saw Felix mad or angry. They thought that the man couldn't even hurt a fly even when he needed to. Oh boy, were they wrong.

"If I hear you say shit about y/n again, I swear to god Hwang. I'll make you forget why you're in this university and I'll make you forget that I was even your friend in the first place." Felix said, trying to shrug off the two men holding him.

Hyunjin didn't want to lose one of his closest friends, but he really did want to explain his side.

"But Jihun said-"

"Oh fuck off with what Jihun said. You'll really believe that asshole over y/n? He always treated her like shit when she comes over. I already feel like shit as it is because I didn't do anything to protect her. I can't let you just walk over this." Felix voice broke as he finally got Chan and Jisung away from him. Tears starting to well up on the man's face.

Their friends that surrounded the both of them felt uneasy. They never saw Felix cry like this (except for Chan). Hyunjin immediately felt guilt as he looked at the latter's face.

In that moment, he realized that he really fucked up.

a/n: here to say that i do not condone hyunjin's actions in this chapter :) i hope you guys have a small gist of what happened in the past, further explanations would be presented in future chapters :) thank you for reading! any feedback would be appreciated <3 comment or message me to be added to the taglist for this story!!

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[mercurytrinemoon]

More venus retrograde thoughts about love and relationships because I'm annoyed or smth

I've seen the latest comments from Rachel Zegler about Snow White and I'm just tired. Her rude attitude doesn't help either.

Keep in mind I'm writing this as someone who never dreamt of a wedding nor having a husband (actually my childhood dream for the future was living together with my friends, such an Aquarius + 11th house stellium thing to do), I was also never actively looking for love and often kinda cringed at the thought of being in a relationship. I was always quite the tomboy and I grew up loving strong female characters who can kick some proper ass (Lara Croft was my ultimate hero). But I also loved stories about princesses who fall in love, because, idk, one needs a healthy balance.

Also I'm invested cause I was once the Evil Queen in a school play lol.

Listen, Snow White is ultimately about having a pure heart and rising beyond the surface level, whether it's someone's "beauty" (Snow White) or "quirks" (dwarfs), so just, like, don't be vain and be kind, that's the point. It's not even a love story, per se, as Snow White spends majority of time figuring herself out, being resilient and minding her own business. In both the og fairy tale, as well as the animated movie, Prince is just a convenient plot point. But as usual it ends with finding "true love" cause that is just the universal way of saying that love conquers evil. And so you can have a victory in a full package fashion of self-fullfilment and a romantic partner.

So like, saying things like "the story is outdated" and "ugh @ true love and prince" is just??? I can't find an eloquent way to say it, so let's just go with: stupid.

My mom just told me the other day about her friend, who called off her wedding because she felt "too ugly for the pretty guy". Years later she met someone else and she married the dude because he treated her good and that's it. They have a daughter and don't really even live together now. My sister, on the other hand, has a friend who's in a relationship and she's not really that much into her boyfriend but he has a lot of money and so it's a convenient situation for her.

These are just examples but my point is, there's plentyyyy of relationships like that these days. I think the world actually NEEDS true love and a reminder that you can have your own fairy tale, like stop being so pragmatic about life.

Meanwhile the approach that's represented by Rachel is not only being way too pragmatic (because, apparently, everything revolves only around work and building empires and no one really needs a good support system and emotional intimacy with the other *read with sarcasm*) but also it's villanizing love and villanizing men. We'll never be equal if we won't stop putting one above the other.

Also? Side note, I was a fan of Maleficent and how they got rid of the Prince there, I think they've done it in a clever way. I liked The Huntsman, that was an interesting twist on Snow White. I liked Once Upon a Time's version of Snow as well. Mirror Mirror flipped the script as well. So I don't think we have to forcibly prove the same thing over again. And if they want, they can come up with a new story or reach for another fairy tale that has the female protagonist saving the day (there's a few, just do a quick google). But obviously Disney won't come up with anything new because it's easier to sell something that's already familiar, that's why they're making those remakes.

(And like, so disrespectful to hate on the first ever full-length animated movie, like wtf.)

#idk #i was supposed to work but had these thoughts circling in my brain so had to vomit that out #random

[tirisghost]

I don’t think I’ve ever really posted my writing on here, or at least not in a while. But I thought I might as well post this because why not?

It doesn’t really have a name or anything yet, it was written in maybe an hour tops because inspiration struck when I was thinking about some stuff in my own life lol.

Tw// abuse/implied abuse

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Yes, it fucking hurt when I fell from heaven; what did you expect? It’s a really long drop. This place isn’t really that far from hell, and it’s sinking.

I grew up in a pretty dysfunctional family. Just like with humans, angels can have plenty of issues. We aren’t the perfect beings you might think. There’s a lot of really, really bad angels. And I’m probably one of them, at least some of the time. I deserved what happened.

Before I fell, one of my favorite things to do was fly. It was freedom. It was something I could find no other way, with how trapped I felt at home.

I was alone. My home was unsafe and the people didn’t really care about me. I’m sure that was for a reason. I’m sure had I flown away less and done what they wanted more, and better- maybe it would have been okay. I wouldn’t have been so alone.

But flying helped. Sure, it would have been nicer to just have a nice family. Sure, it would have been better to just become a better person. But… I don’t really know. It was nice while I could.

When I was down, I would fly. The wind and the light, so close to the beginning of everything and the furthest I could get from hell far below, where I could almost touch the top of the universe far above it all… it was perfect. It was a refuge.

The one place I could let go of my fears, and the one place I couldn’t go often, because of- things in my family that I won’t go into. I don’t want to add to the pain you must already go through, here on this planet so far from the perfection many strive for.

One day, I couldn’t go anymore at all. My family found out what I had been doing. They discovered how I had been escaping. I was theirs to do with as they wished, I was their offspring. So I did, for a while. They watched me closely, making sure I didn’t leave.

One day I saw a chance again. One day I tried it.

That was the day I lost my wings. Had them ripped from me. They had said I couldn’t. They had already warned me of the consequences. But I didn’t listen. I needed that escape, that moment outside of the pain, too badly.

So I flew. I didn’t even make it out of our home. I didn’t even make it to the door. I didn’t even manage to go even a little way into the sky which I loved so much.

They told me no. I did it anyways. I faced the consequences. I always faced the consequences. Sometimes, for nothing. But they had never hit me where it hurt so much before. They ripped away the part of me that let me be myself.

I couldn’t escape. Now I would have no chance. No choice.

That day, the despair became too much. So I fell. On purpose. I’m here, now. It hurt. To fall. It hurt to see how little they really cared. But now, even so much closer to hell, I have something I didn’t there.

Yes, I miss flying. I miss it like a fish would miss swimming. I miss it like a spider would miss weaving it’s beautiful, delicate web. I miss it like a flower would miss its bright colors. Flight was part of my purpose. A portion of who I am. So yes, I miss it.

But here I have… friends. People who don’t treat me how my family did. How I probably deserved. How I still treat myself. But they care about me.

I don’t know if any of them know I was an angel. I don’t know if any of them have seen the scars on my back, still fresh and painful as if it was yesterday. But they care. Even without the full me. Even with how broken I am. Even though I’ll never fly again. Even though I cannot be fixed. Even though I’m not deserving of any of it. They still are.

I may be so much closer to hell… but it’s almost like I’ve found heaven.

Maybe falling isn’t what hurt so much as giving up on ever receiving love. Maybe flying isn’t what felt good, so much as finding that love for myself. Maybe flying never felt as good as this does. Maybe, finally, I can be happy sometimes. Even if I don’t deserve it.

[darkcrowprincess]

Oh my God ?! Are you team Jacob for Twilight ?! So then ! I have to say that I have nothing against the canon ships of this saga. (Yes even the very controversial Jacob & Renesme. I generally put my brain in off mode for that by telling myself that SM as a mother herself must not have thought about it very deeply) And I must say that I always been team Edward, even still technically today. But I'm no longer an enthusiast at all because the flaws in the story are now staring me in the face. And even if I'm not crazy about Jacob & Bella either and hated it when I was younger, I have to say that today I totally understand why we would love these two together. BUT ABOVE ALL ! Damn, I have a huge crush on Jacob in the second film... Like the actor, after gaining muscle, had a wow effect on me and I've always liked guys with beautiful, long, well-maintained hair. And Jacob was just magnificent in the second movie. Even his behavior towards Bella was adorable. Beyond that, I still say it today that if I had been Bella... Even if I am very fascinated by vampires... Damn I would have been with Jacob. Also... Damn the heat he must give off ! As a big chill person, this totally appeals to me ! And the wolf shape is so awesome and impressive ! When I watch the films again I admit I don't understand why Bella prefers to freeze to death with Edward. Also, I realized growing up that when Edward talks... I sometimes want to make him shut up because it can be so corny and annoying.

I am not a fan of twilight. I only read up to eclipse and stopped reading the books after that. I've seen the movies but mostly find them boring except the last two. Saying that, I do find the secondary characters and background characters more interesting than Bella and Exward. Everything is more interesting than Bella and Edward. I especially hate Bella. Book version of her more than anything. She is a very annoying, boring, selfish person. Just every thought in her head makes me want to slap her.

Twilight Vampires freak me out and are way too over powered. For the most part I don't like Stephanie Meyers. You can tell she is a Mormon white woman with how she writes. I do love Jacob and the werewolves though. Jacob in general is my sunshine boy and he deserves happiness and I hate Bella or leading him on. I feel so bad for his tribe and what these selfish Vampires constantly do to them and their land. I especially hate the books and movies for the bad reputation they give to classical novels and plays. Especially romeo and juliet. Twilight has nothing to do with romeo and juliet. And there are no parallels or comparisons between them. If Stephanie Meyers wanted to do that, the should have made Edward and Jacob fall love than if anything.

If I had to choose werewolves no question. Not only are they cute looking and badass. But they're warm and human still for the most part. Twilight Vampires are stone cold statues that are ment to look beautiful. They don't live. They don't sleep, they don't eat, sex would eventually get boring because their never tired, and any second now they can lose control from hunger of human blood and kill everyone, plus animal blood never satisfies them! So honestly what joy comes from being a vampire in this universe?! Bella is just so stupid for picking this life and Edward.

I had a huge crush on Taylor Launter as a kid. Had a poster of him on the wall of my bedroom ceiling. Though I also cried when him and Taylor Swift broke up and listened to 'Back to December' a million times.

Edward I find so boring too. Mostly I hate how he treats Bella more like a pet/child. While reading the books it annoyed me so much how he wouldn't fuck her or kiss her in a hot way. His romance with Bella and his reasons for holding back were stupid and boring. Though when he left in New Moon. I hated him. After everything they been through he's just going to abandon her just like that. Moron. The whole save your soul thing I did not understand because I wasn't really religious so I did not get it. Now though I still find it stupid and I'm constantly reminded that Stephanie is Mormon. The whole book I'm constantly reminded that Stephanie is a white female Mormon. She grew up as one and your constantly reminded of that in the book and it freaks me out.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

#my thoughts #team jacob #jacob black #anti Stephanie Meyers #anti twilight saga #books

[camuslittlesister]

Summer of Smut - 5

Crack the Shutters

Prompt Hot Skin, Cold Substance

Otome Ikemen Prince (Modern AU)

Ship Gilbert x Female OC (technically x Clavis too 🫣)

Warning I’m in a sappy mood, soz. Also blame my friend who pointed out how I have a thing about the gloves for the inspiration 🫶

You cool your bed-warm hands down

On the broken radiator

And when you lay them freezing on me

I mumble, "Can you wake me later?"

But I don't really want you to stop

And you know it so it doesn't stop you

- Snow Patrol

“So, did you have fun with little Evie?” I turned the corner, catching her in the soft glow of the morning light, filtering through the curtains that were swirling in the breeze of the early morning.

“Did you?” she replied, walking past me. As self-righteous as always. She could act all high and mighty all she liked, anyone who was still awake at that time knew what went down.

I went back to my room, sleeping off the rest of the morning before heading out on a ride. I took the backstreets on the way back to Obsidian so I could check if she was at home. She was not in the garden, it was eerily quiet, but her car was parked there. I stopped and walked up to the house: “Is anyone home?”

She shouted: “Back door!” so I went around, finding her searching through the freezer in a short summer dress. She threw something at me, which I caught before realising it was an ice lolly because she was holding one with her teeth. She picked it up to open: “Aren’t you hot dressed like that?”

“Not particularly” I shrugged. I was used to wearing dark clothes and boots even in the summer.”

I followed her back upstairs, and teased her with my still packaged ice lolly when she was above me a few steps.

“That actually feels nice” she said, hers already half-way through. The way her lips looked fuller as a result suited her, it made her face look even more like a beautiful doll.

She sat on her bed and I lied down with my head on her lap, teasing her with the cold treat before finally opening it.

“Are you not going to ask me why I’m here?”

“What’s there to ask? You’re mad that I slept with Yves…a bit rich coming from you, isn’t it?”

I didn’t reply. She wasn’t wrong. I spent the night in Clavis’ room next to theirs, but I was so distracted I’m surprised he didn’t stop and go to sleep.

“You look unfazed…do I really mean that little to you?” I pouted. She sighed.

“Clavis sucking you off is yesterday’s news. I taught him how to…”

I smiled as my mind wandered back to the time at university we had all crashed in the same dorm room after a club night. The details of how we went from squeezing in the same bed to having sex are a bit hazy, but it all started as a dare. I reached my half-melted ice lolly up towards her lips, the juice falling as she bit into it. I loved seeing her lips around something. I could still see the picture vividly in my mind, Clavis lying down next to me, his perfectly coiffed hair messy as I played with it while I looked down at her from my vantage point as she went down on him.

I propped myself up to kiss her, feeling the ice melting between our tongues. I trailed the lolly down her chest, licking the juice off her. It wasn’t cold enough for her to shiver anymore. I got up and went downstairs. We had grown up together and her parents treated me like a son. It was a given in everyone’s minds that we would be married eventually, and maybe we would one day. I couldn’t imagine a version of my future without her in it. I got drinks and a cup of ice. She did not seem surprised to see that.

I smirked: “You look hot, I thought I should help you cool down…”

I was still wearing my gloves so it was easy enough to pick an ice cube and slide it down her deep v-neck, reaching inside to her nipples which had gone instantly hard. She tried not to flinch. She knew that any resistance on her part would turn me on and make me more sadistic, so she never tried to escape my attempts to overcome her. Over the years, I had learnt what things she could tolerate and even maybe enjoy, but temperature play was a new and risky territory.

It was clear she was uncomfortable any time I lingered too long, and I was careful not to burn her beautiful skin.

“Gilbert…” she whispered. I knew it was serious when she used my full name. I let the ice cube melt almost entirely before sucking it off her chest just shy of leaving a mark over her heart. She was looking at me with a thirst in her eyes that was different from how she had looked at Yves the night before. Could it be…love?

I removed her dress and looked down at her half-naked body as I took my shirt off. She reached out for my belt like she had been starved of touch even though it had been mere hours since she slept with Yves.

“You’re worse than a succubus…” I teased her, but rushed to take off my jeans all the same. I leaned back down on top of her, this time kissing her. I could feel myself getting harder as we shifted positions, her hands playing with my hair.

I wish I could tell what she was thinking. If she loved me, she wouldn’t say. I was left wondering if she did just because she stuck around all those years, going along with my challenges. I kissed her deeper, taking off my boxers and her knickers at last.

“I have one new challenge for you: tell me how you really feel” I could see the inner conflict in the back of her eyes. I had finally cornered her like a fearful little bunny. To deny my request was to lose her pride by backing down from a challenge. To lie about having no feelings would amount to that, too. And, yet, to admit she loved me without knowing how I felt was a vulnerability opening her up to more pain that she was able to tolerate.

It was seconds that felt like years. She smirked in an attempt to appear nonchalant: “If you’re asking like that it’s because you know I love you. It’s no big deal, is it?”

“It’s a very big deal” I replied, entering her “because I love you too, and I want to play with you forever…”

In spite of that claim, I had no games left in me for the afternoon, and I began to thrust myself like possessed by a frenzy, the overwhelming feelings pouring out of me every time I heard her moan in response.

CC: @voltage-vixen 🖤 @xxsycamore 🖤

#summer of smut #summer of smut writing challenge

[romerona]

Chapter 7: Strawberry mission.

-In which the daughter of the Lord of Darkness who was born with the sole purpose of destroying the universe falls in love with Peter Parker.-

Masterlist.

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Carina had designated rooms in each of the sanctuaries, Hong Kong, New York, Nepal and London, rooms made for the Agamotto lineage only.

She hardly used them though, as she spent most of her time in the Kamar Taj but from time to time she liked to stay there, whenever she needed to be alone. It was a little of a safe space for her, in there she wasn't bothered nor did she had to meet anyone's expectations, nor did she feel judged with every step she took.

All her rooms except for the one in Kamar Taj have a considerable large space, every aspect within the bedrooms is wonderfully crafted, and her room in London was no different. High ceilings, long walls, and large windows with a wonderful view of the city.

Her bedroom has modern vintage furniture from the bed set, the seating set, the wooden desks and the beautiful library that was below a chandelier. The furniture is said to be made from the finest material and fabric, aside from that, the bedroom contains decorations that look beautiful.

Sitting on a comfortable chair with books covering the old mahogany colour of the wooden table and a cup of Ginseng tea was one of the few pleasures life has to offer, at least from Carina's perspective, the only thing that could make it better was if she had a bowl of strawberries but alas nothing in life is ever perfect.

Her pencil traced words over the white paper. She was doing her homework. It was due for the upcoming week but Carina liked having things from school done so she could have free time.

Mathematics, unfortunately, was what the homework was about.

They were learning about The Pythagorean Theorem, and for the most part, she didn't understand it; why does she need to learn the fundamental relation between the three sides of a right triangle? Oh, and don't let her get started in the hypotenuse.

Regardless, she does her best to have every answer correct, uses every formula and double-checks the results, because as much as she doesn't like it, she was still learning, and most importantly finishing her assignments.

It took her a few hours to finish not just her mathematics assignments but all the others. They weren't much but they were extensive, sort of answering questions 3 to 5 but each question had an a-b-c derivative.

Once her assignments were done she made her way back to the Kamar Taj.

"Good day, Miss Agamotto." Said a voice, making her halt her steps.

Carina turns to the source of the voice and politely smiles at the master. "Good day, Master Rama."

Master Rama was one of the few people who treated her semi-nicely, although most of her interactions usually were short and quick.

"Were you here for a while?" He asked, eyeing the books in her hands. "I didn't see you enter, does the supreme knows you're here?"

Carina nodded, holding the books to her chest. "Yes, she does, I told her I'll be here to do my Homework."

"And are you finished with it?" He asked, an eyebrow shooting to his hairline, quizzically.

"Of course."

"Well, go on then." He held out his hand to motion the way she was just walking. "Don't let me hold you any longer."

"Have a great day, Master Rama." She smiled at him politely once again before continuing her walk.

He sent her a nod of appreciation."You as well, Miss Agamotto."

Coming back to the Kamar Taj, she made it her mission to get a bowl of Strawberries from the kitchens without the cook knowing.

But unfortunately, her planes were interrupted by Eloise Colombo when she used her white cane to trip her.

Carina hissed when she hit the ground, her hand breaking her hand, making her drop all the books in her hand.

"Always at the bottom, aren't you, Carina?"Laughs Eloise, making Hanna chuckle oo.

"Leave me alone." Carina rolled her eyes while looking at the scrape on her scar hand.

"And why would we do that?" Eloise asked with snobbishnesses and sarcasm. "We're just fans, not many people get to know the powerful Miss Agamotto."

"I think you mean the helpless Miss Agamotto, Eloise." Hanna huffed out a laugh.

Carina ignore them, and began to pick up her scrambled books, she went to pick up the last one but Hanna hold it out of her reach.

"What's this?" She asked, looking at it when her eyes lit up in realisation. "Oh, it's the math assignment, I thought it was meant for next week."

"It is, but of course, little miss perfect over here has done it already." Eloise scoffs, crossing her arms vexingly.

"Just give it back." Carina sighs, tiredly.

Hanna turns to look at Eloise while she hums in thought, "No, I don't think we will. This will save us time, Hanna ripped the pages off."

"No, wait—"

Just before Hanna could tear the page a voice cut through, making all of them freeze.

"What is going on?" Said Stephen, walking towards them, a couple of familiar books in his hands.

"Nothing," Hanna said quickly, nervous.

Eloise's head turned to where Stephen has now stopped. "We were just leaving."

Hanna nodded hastily. "Yeah, yeah we were."

"Then give her the book back before you do, it doesn't belong to you," Stephen said, frowning at the girls. "Didn't your parents teach you to not take things that weren't yours?"

Eloise nodded, head down in shame. "They did."

"Who are your parents again? I'm sure they'll love to hear about this." Stephen tilts his head up in challenge.

Eloise nudged Hanna, who was quick to throw the book at Carina, before bolting away, leaving Carina to grab her books and scramble to her feet.

"Kids these days..." Stephen scoffs, shaking his head before looking over at Carina. "You alright?"

Carina nodded while dusting the dirt off her robes. "I'm fine."

"You know, a little gratitude would be nice," Stephen said.

"Sorry," Carina mumbles not meeting his eyes whilst fidgeting with the star stone, she was embarrassed to be caught in a position like that and slightly irritated. "Thank you but I didn't need your help."

Stephan scoffs, eyebrows shooting up unconvinced. "Oh really? Because it didn't seem to me like you wanted them to trash your book apart."

Carina didn't say anything, she just sighed not feeling like bantering with him because she know she didn't have anything under control. "Yeah, I'm sorry, you're right."

"Nothing broken?" He asked after a pause.

"No, just a scrape." Carina shook her head, finally looking at him and giving him a small smile, holding her hand up.

He gazed at her hand. "Just make sure to wash it, otherwise it'll get infected and you'll lose your hand."

"Why thank you, Doctor, what would it be of me without your help." Carina mocks, sending him a teasing smile and making him roll his eyes.

"Where are you going anyway?" She asked, looking at the pile of books in his hand.

"The library." He said, straightening up as if he had remembered what he was doing before coming across her. "I finish the books you gave me and want to start with the next ones."

Carina's eyes went wide. "Oh, already?"

Stephen nodded, slightly petulantly. "I told you I had a photographic memory."

"Geez, what a show-off you are, Stephen." Carina teases with an eye roll as he glared at her.

"Jealousy is not a good look, kid." He turns on his heel and begins to make his way to the library once again.

Carina giggled, scrambling to follow him. "I'll admit, I am a little jealous. I think photographic memory is pretty cool."

"I know it is." He said, glancing down at her with a small grin. "Now leave, go wash your hand."

"I'll do that later, I want to go to the library too now that I know you're going to take the books back."

"Don't." He sighs.

"Too late, come on."

After a few minutes of silence, Stephen asked. "You know, I found it odd that you and your outgoing little spirit didn't defend yourself from those girls, or at least said something back at them."

Carina purses her lips and looked down at her books, feeling a little embarrassed and shy. "I'm not a fan of violence or confrontation so..."

"So, you're just going to let them walk all over you?" Stephen asked frowning down at her, lips falling into a thin line.

"I don't know..." she shrugged hopelessly. "I just don't like it, confrontation makes me uncomfortable, I'll rather just leave the problem for the peace."

"How hippyish of you." He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "I'm going to give you some advice, a rather good one too so listen up."

"What?" Carina looked up at him in expectation.

"When people hit you or say mean things to you they don't know how much it hurts, they only know who they are aiming at, so you have to learn to hit back," Stephen said, a cold remak in his tone.

Carina purses her lips in thought, what Stephen said did have some reasons but then again, learning how to hit back it'll only become a cycle.

"Easier said than done."

Thankfully, they were quick to arrive at the library, where Wong was sitting at his desk, reading his time away.

"Wong," Carina called placing her books on the nearest table, grinning at him when he looked up. "Look what I brought you. This is Stephen Strange."

"Hey." Stephen gave him a tight smile nodding in acknowledgement, whilst Wong stood up from his chair to greet him.

"Mr Strange."

"Uh... Stephen, please." Stephen said, placing the books on Wong's desk. "And you are Wong, right?" He said, sending Carina a quick quizzical look.

Wong nodded in confirmation as well as Carina.

"So, it's just Wong? Like... Adele?" He asks, amusingly. "Or... Aristotle. Drake. Bono." He glanced at Carina who was looking just like Wong was, unamused. "Eminem."

"Good thing you're a Doctor, 'cause you wouldn't have made it as a comedian, Stephen," Carina said, giggling at her joke, earning an annoyed look from Stephen.

She glanced at the stack of books then at Wong. "There is Astronomia Nova and now that my debt is paid, I'm going down."

She grabbed her books and rounded Wong's desk, and walked down the lower part of the library, where supposedly only masters are allowed but she was an exception, the only rule was that she was not allowed to read the supreme's book collection.

She was fine with it, although she had to admit she was intrigued about those books she'll never dare to read them, not unless she's allowed to.

Sitting down at one of the many tables, Carina pulled out a Magazine she had brought back from England, The Cosmopolitan, not her favourite but it's definitely on the top five.

She hadn't had time to read magazines in a while, too busy with homework and other things, like getting the newcomers to settle in.

Taylor Swift was on the cover, she's a famous singer. Carina knew that because she had seen her on several covers now, she hardly listened to music or knew much about pop culture, but she knew enough to know who the Kardashians are, Kim's her favourite, she knew about Beyoncé, Timothée Chalamet, Rihanna, Justin Bieber, Emma Stone, Kanye West, Tony Stark— but she supposed he is a whole category of his own— and a few more.

The pop culture wasn't something she usually looks forward to when she reads a magazine but rather the fashion section. Because fashion magazines show that style is about individuality, it is a way to display people's personalities but it also displays the feelings and mood of a person and reflects on who they are.

Living in Kamar-Taj, where everyone wears the same robes and individuality only exists in the people's hearts, she was allured to learn about it, she found her individuality in fashion, although she doesn't own clothing other than the robes she likes to add her touches from time to time.

"This section is for Masters only." The voice of Wong echoed through the walls, making Carina look up from the magazine at the two men entering the section.

"Then why is she here?" Stephen asked and Carina pulled her tongue out.

"Because at my discretion, others may use it." Wong glanced at her before walking further into the library, in between the shelves whilst Stephen observed the area. "We should start with Maxim's Primer. How is your Sanskrit?"

"Awful." Mutters Carina, eyes back on the magazine on new designs from Versace.

Stephen spared her a glance. "I'm fluent in Google Translate."

"Vedic," Wong told him, handing him the books. "Classical Sanskrit."

"What are those?" Asked Strange, causing Carina to be distracted one more time.

"The Ancient One's private collection." She told him before Wong could.

Stephen frowns, looking between her and Wong. "So, they're forbidden?"

"No knowledge in Kamar-Taj is forbidden. Only certain practices."

"Only for me." Carina huffs, crossing her arms.

Wong sent her a look. "Because those books are far too advanced for anyone other than the Sorcerer Supreme, let alone children."

"Yeah yeah." Carina rolled her eyes, feeling slightly annoyed so she decided to go back to her magazine.

"This one's got pages missing," Stephen said.

"That's the book of Cagliostro," Wong explained while looking for another book at the bottom of a shelf. "The study of time. One of the rituals was stolen by a former Master. A zealot called Kaecilius. Just after he strung up the former librarian, and relieved him of his head."

Carina shudders, fleetingly remembering that night, her hands subconsciously closing at the memories as her stomach did weird twists.

"I'm now the guardian of these books. So if a volume from this collection should be stolen again, I'd know it. And you'd be dead before you ever left the compound." He snaps the book of Cagliostro shut and took it out of Stephen's hands.

"What if it's just overdue?" Asks Stephen, huffing an awkward laugh yet Wong doesn't seem to be impressed. "You know? Any... late fees I should know about? Maiming perhaps?"

"No, just constant scolding," Carina said, smiling at Wong who ignore her and gave Stephen the last of his books. "But I wouldn't push it."

"You know, people used to think that I was funny," Stephen mumbles, taking the books from the librarian.

"Did they work for you?" Wong asks a heartbeat later and Carina couldn't help but chuckle. "Probably, I reckon that memory of his didn't retain any good jokes, if we're leading by previous examples."

"Alright." Stephen huffed and began to make his way out of the section. "Well, it's been lovely talking to you two, thank you, Wong for the books and the horrifying story and the threat upon my life."

"I better see you at dinner." Called Carina as he walked out.

Stephen scoffs, shaking his head, sending her a side glance. "Worry about rinsing your hand, or it'll get her infected."

"What happened to your hand?" Asks Wong once Stephen left.

Carina shook her head and waved her hand dismissively. "Nothing, just a scratch."

He held his hand out, and Carina gave it to him. "I fell earlier today, nothing to worry about."

Wong hums, letting go of it. "Listen to Strange and go wash it."

"Fine." Carina sighs tiredly but stands up nonetheless.

Gathering her things, she bit Wong her goodbyes before going to her room reluctantly, she was craving strawberries.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please, if you want to get tagged tell me.

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[van-zieksy]

Dear van zieksy,

Hello how are you? It is I, your dearest Reaper-san. It hasn’t been long time since we last exchanged pleasantries but since then I had many ideas on questions I woulf like to inquire. I will keep it simple. This question is not that particularly hard because I am simply curious about your ships with Barok van zieks. Who do you think out of Kazuma, Naruhodo or even Herlock would be most suitable for him and why they in particular would make the bets romantic interest for our reaper. Obviously this is just all hypothetical and if you don’t feel comfortable you can analyze from more plantonic perspective and well since we already established the most ideal type for Barok van Zieks I think we can delve deeper into people around him. Also this is all based on the fact Barok isn’t straight which brings me into second question - do you think Barok doesn’t care about gender when it comes to romance (I l know you said he treats all people equally in court and even more so in personal life bit I forgot if you mentioned whether you seem him as pan/bi etc.)

Once again thank you very much forr inputs on our beloved prosecutor

All the best,

Yours

Reaper-san

Reaper-san!!!

I am doing quite well. Thank you for asking. I hope you are doing excellent! Thanks for reaching out to me.

I would like to preface this question with the following because I have seen some people get very upset about certain ships:

I generally stay out of the whole shipping aspect of characters quite simply because I try to remain neutral about it. I do have my favourite ships, but to me, all ships are valid (as long as we’re talking about adults, which should go without saying). We are hypothesising about fictional characters, so people should be allowed to ship whoever they want without being provided grief about it from other fans. Fictional characters and fiction are supposed to bring us joy. Why agonise over something that only exists to entertain us? It is fine to theorise and analyse fiction—which is also what I am doing—but once we try to apply real-life principles/ideals/etc. to it, it can quickly get ugly because not every piece of fiction is deep, a representation of real life, or supposed to be taken too seriously. It is okay to analyse, as long as we always keep in mind that fiction is fiction. Since I have started to draw a clear line between real life and fiction, I am much happier and am able to enjoy things with a more carefree attitude. With that being said, I can see Barok with pretty much anyone. A beautiful piece of art or a well-written story about a particular ship is always welcome, regardless if the ship would make sense canonically or not. People are free to express themselves. All opinions are valid. For example, I have recently had someone discuss Barok and Mme Tusspells, which is not a very popular pairing amongst the fanbase, but what they described was interesting and it is just as valid as any other ship, regardless of how I or others feel about it. When I share shipping-related art or similar on my blog—which I rarely do—it simply means that I am enjoying this particular work and appreciate the effort that went into it, nothing more.

As for Barok’s orientation and if he cares about gender as far as romance is concerned. In the context of this fictional universe, I definitely think that anything is possible. If Barok falls in love with someone, it is regardless of their social standing, their gender, their past etc. He falls in love with someone based on their character and how he feels when he’s with them. We are all people, and he knows that. Barok may be a stickler for etiquette and often say or do things in the game that are a reflection of his status as a noble, but he’s also quite the free spirit who does his own thing without much concern for his status. So yes, Barok is probably happy to enter a romantic relationship with anyone, but I would like to refrain from officially naming or applying a certain orientation to him (that is up to each individual to decide; everyone's opinion is valid).

Now then, let’s delve deeper into Barok and his possible love interests. But again, all three ships you’ve mentioned are equally valid to me.

Ryunosuke:

Barok and Ryunosuke were total strangers when they met. Over the course of the games, they developed mutual respect and admiration. Ryunosuke admires Barok for his dedication to the truth/fairness, the way he treats people in court and his brilliance. Barok admires Ryunosuke for his courage and determination. Ryunosuke cares about Barok’s well-being because he has respect for him. He specifically sought him out after the latest attack on „the Reaper“. He then wanted to defend Barok because he fully believed in him. He was one of the few people who eventually realised that Barok is misunderstood by many and falsely ostracised because of that. And once Barok got past his initial impression of Ryunosuke (i.e. his eyes reminded him of Klint and Genshin + Ryuu defending a clearly guilty man), he specifically sought him out in court because Barok a) respected Ryunosuke's courage and determination, and b) tried to understand what happened in his own past through him. It was interesting to see their relationship develop in front of our eyes. There were little hints we could pick up on that told us exactly where they were in their relationship at any given point in time. While I never saw them as rivals or enemies in the way I see certain other AA defence attorneys and prosecutors, we can’t deny that they were on opposite sides in the courtroom, even though both of them were seeking the truth. So the whole enemies-to-lovers trope is very intriguing. Barok allowed Ryunosuke to become more confident and can benefit from Barok's "calm-as-water, keep moving no matter what" persona. Ryunosuke can help Barok regain his trust in people with his sincere attitude. Both are down-to-earth and seek tranquility/peace. With Ryunosuke going back to his home country after DGS2, it may be hard for them to develop a romantic relationship. However, I do believe that they stay in contact, exchanging letters and pleasantries, clearly longing for each other’s presence. I can see Barok visiting Ryunosuke in Japan, where they then realise that their feelings for each other are more than just friendship. Eventually Ryunosuke ends up in Great Britain for an extended period of time, and that’s when they officially enter a romantic relationship. I actually like the idea of Ryunosuke settling down in Japan for a while but Barok stays in Great Britain because he wants to have a positive impact on the justice system as Lord Chief Justice or Attorney General. They lead a long-distance relationship for a while, visiting each other throughout the year. A few years into their relationship, they both become restless and want to lead a more stable lifestyle. While Barok is more than happy to finally retire and move to Japan, Ryunosuke makes the decision to leave his law firm in the capable hands of the attorneys he has trained. This allows him to permanently relocate to Great Britain in order to live with Barok, who does everything in his power to support his lover’s career in his new home country. Ryunosuke is also excited to be able to be around the friends he has missed so dearly. Maybe they will both retire to Japan once the time comes. Their future remains undetermined.

Kazuma:

(Just look at that face. Clearly Kazuma is up to something lol.)

With Kazuma becoming Barok’s apprentice, they are bound to spend lots of time together. Initially I see them as in sort of a healing phase based on the events that unfolded in the last two cases. Barok learning to accept that there was more to the events ten years ago than he was aware of, that he needs to stop letting past events and long-gone people dictate the present and the future, and that he is a stronger person than his brother ever was. Kazuma getting over his „inner demons“ (anger; okay with having a not-so-innocent and an innocent person die) and learning to accept that while his father was innocent of one charge, he was guilty of something else and not as pure as he thought. Both have lost something and someone dear to them, but the only people to blame for that are their respective family members and one particular overzealous individual. Both have looked up to someone who turned out to be not-so-perfect after all. Both have to start looking into the future and realise that their families and their past don’t define them. They are not to blame for anything. They are more principled. Kazuma’s and Barok’s destinies are intertwined. They are both very dedicated, kind and sincere human beings and professionals, so I am sure they will achieve a lot together. As they get to know each other better, they realise how similar they actually are. Kazuma allows Barok to finally open up again and learn to trust someone. Kazuma, on the other hand, benefits from Barok’s composure, experience and quiet dignity. They now have a professional relationship where one can completely rely on the other. I think the difference in power (i.e. Barok the mentor, Kazuma the mentee) is not necessarily an issue because I see Barok treating Kazuma as an equal. He doesn’t think of himself as above Kazuma, even if that may be the case on paper. Of course he will have to give orders to Kazuma every now and then, but overall I see it more as Barok providing Kazuma with the tools he needs to help himself. Kazuma is intelligent and independent, yet he appreciates to have someone around who guides him. After all, Kazuma is in a new country pursuing a new profession, so he can’t do it all by himself. I like the idea of Kazuma living in one of Barok’s guestrooms. Barok has more than enough space and could benefit from having someone other than his staff live with him. They are experiencing many wonderful things together. There are challenges, which is normal when people live together. Eventually they get to the point where they realise that there is romantic attraction. Of course they are both too stubborn to admit it, so there’s much awkwardness and dancing around the facts. Instead of confessing their feelings for each other, the truth comes out on a random day during some random shared activity. Example: Think Barok’s ungloved hand accidentally touching Kazuma’s as he is leaning down to point to a particular paragraph in a book. Awkward silence and blushing. But they simply can’t contain themselves anymore and go for a kiss at the exact same moment. More awkward silence after that kiss. Then Barok just picks up Kazuma to take him to his room. Kazuma wants to protest because he has his pride after all, but quickly decides against it because it’s what he’s been yearning for all along. Kazuma grows into a fine prosecutor. And newly-appointed Lord Chief Justice Barok van Zieks finds it hard to not give preferential treatment to prosecutor Kazuma Asogi.

Herlock:

(They already know how to act like exes to the T, so there's that...)

I firmly believe they have a shared past and the reason they feel superficial animosity for each other is because of what happened ten years ago and because they are in very different positions requiring very different approaches to fighting crime. Let’s leave it at that. They are going to spend more time around each other because of Iris. My headcanon is that Iris learned who her parents are when Yujin and the others were discussing her heritage in the antechamber after Barok’s trial, but she’s feigning ignorance in order to get everyone to stop worrying about her. Eventually she confronts Barok, though. She wants to spend as much time around him as possible to make up for the lost time, and during some of their outings, Herlock is present. Barok and Herlock really are very different. Barok is calm, collected, serious and goal-oriented, Herlock is, well, Herlock. :D I think eventually they realise that opposites can attract each other. While Barok is still annoyed at Herlock when he’s unintentionally inconsiderate and disrespectful to other people, Barok sometimes has to suppress a chuckle because of how over-the-top his new friend is in such situations. Yet I also think that Barok’s nature will inspire Herlock to become more calm and considerate. And Herlock will inspire Barok to be less serious, smile more and partake in activities Barok never even considered, such as visiting shady markets to acquire questionable substances for Herlock’s experiments, or spending time at pawn shops so Barok can buy him all kinds of oddities. They complement each other with their different personalities. I think Herlock does not really have much romantic experience, so when he starts having feelings for Barok, he naturally thinks there’s something wrong with him. He can’t explain why he blushes around Barok, or what that warm feeling in his chest is, or why he is much happier when Barok is around, or why he is having dreams of doing things to Barok he never thought were even remotely possible. He tries to find a scientific explanation for it, and the result of his analysis is that he’s having some weird disease that is so far unknown to the human species. He approaches Iris with his concerns and all she does is laugh. She tells him that the only cure for this ailment is to face the root of the issue. Either he doesn’t tell Barok and will regret it for the rest of his life, succumbing to far worse symptoms, or he tells Barok to find some relief and turn those symptoms into something far more beautiful. One day Herlock is visiting Barok in his office to drop off some paperwork. Without knocking, he enters Barok’s office and proclaims, „Iris says I am in love with you and if I didn’t tell you I’d die, so here I am. I am quite fond of my life. Please accept me, my dear fellow.“ Barok, who is sipping some of his wine as he’s looking at notes from today’s trial, is clearly shocked and doesn’t even know how to respond. He's heard the detective say some very ridiculous things before, but this is clearly the icing on the cake. „Oh, may I add I observed you from the gallery today, my dear Mr. Prosecutor? You looked splendid. I surmise your flexibility will come in handy once we are ready to partake in some of those activities I have been dreaming of for the past few weeks.“ There’s the death glare we’ve all come to know and love from Barok. After he politely asks Kazuma, who has been giggling from the desk in his corner, to take his leave, he’s now ready to address the subject. As it turns out, Barok has been harbouring feelings for Herlock for quite a while, but he wasn’t ready to come forward with it just yet. He appreciates how Herlock allows him to be more carefree and would like to take this next step in their relationship. There are many ups and downs in their relationship because they are so different, but this is exactly what pushes both of them to re-evaluate who they are as individuals and what they want out of life. This introspection allows their relationship to bloom.

I love all three ships and think they would/could all make sense.

Wishing you a great weekend! Until our next exchange. <3

With my kindest regards,

#barok van zieks #ryunosuke naruhodo #kazuma asogi #herlock sholmes #baroryuu #baroaso #vanlock #ace attorney #the great ace attorney chronicles #tgaac #tgaa #dgs #dai gyakuten saiban #asks #reaper-san ask

[multistoty]

❝  can i stay the night?  ❞ ( for padme ! )

The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. It made a beautiful glint along the face of the boy who owned her very soul. Hope was a pocket of possibility. And she was holding it in her hand. They could be allowed this even if the universe deemed it different.He makes Padme feel like his equal- like she can accomplish just as much as he can, and more. And if she did something incredible, he would not even be surprised. He expects it. He doesn't treat me like I’m some fragile little girl who needs to be protected all the time.Anakin stares at her so long that she couldn't help to begin to blush. Blue blue blue boring into her.For so many years she lived in constant terror of herself. Doubt had married her fear and moved into her mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over her, bowing her will to its whispers until she was little more than an acquiescing peon, too terrified to disobey, too terrified to disagree. I had been shackled, a prisoner in my own mind.But finally, finally, I have learned to break free. “I do want you to stay," The former queen says to him, her voice shaking with the vulnerability of the truth of that statement. "I want you too so much it scares me.I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend. The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body.I want to know where to touch you, I want to know how to touch you. I want to know convince you to design a smile just for me. Yes, I do want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend in the entire world.” Padme found herself closing the distance of their bodies.His lips are softer than anything the Senator had ever known, soft like a first snowfall, like biting into cotton candy, like melting and floating and being weightless in water. It’s sweet, it’s so effortlessly sweet. For the millionth time in a mere number of hours, she kisses him again, this time stronger,desperate, like she has to have him, like she’s dying to memorize the feel of his lips against her own. The taste of him is making her crazy; he’s all heat and desire and peppermint and she wants more. Once they pull away,she’s breathing like she’s lost her mind and the smaller girl was looking at him like something has broken inside of her, like she’s woken up to find that her nightmares were just that, that they never existed, that it was all just a bad dream that felt far too real but now she’s awake and she’s safe and everything is going to be okay.Killing time isn't as difficult as it sounds. She can shoot a hundred numbers through the chest and watch them bleed decimal points in the palm of her hand. She'd been murdering minutes for hours and no one seems to mind.Padme promises herself then, in that moment, that she will hold him forever, just like this, until all the pain and torture and suffering is gone, until he's given a chance to live the kind of life where no one can wound him ever again.“I love it when you say my name,” she says. “I don’t even know why.”

[project1939]

Day 79- Film: The Black Castle 

Release date: November 20th, 1952. 

Studio: Universal 

Genre: Horror 

Director: Nathan H. Juran 

Producer: William Alland 

Actors: Richard Greene, Boris Karloff, Stephen McNally, Rita Corday, Lon Chaney, Jr. 

Plot Summary: A British nobleman searches for the killer of his two best friends. They were all in colonial Africa together, and he suspects an Austrian count with his own history in Africa. Traveling to the count’s castle in the Black Forest, he goes undercover to gather as much information as possible. There are traps and troubles at every turn, especially when he meets the countess and falls in love with her. 

My Rating (out of five stars): *** 

After 78 films, we arrive and the first and only horror film on my list! I don’t know that I would classify this as full-on horror, but I also can’t think of what other genre I’d put this in. It’s kind of like Dracula, I guess, in that it is mostly dark, foreboding, and eerie, rather than horrific. The part about possibly being buried alive was definitely horrific, however! 

The Good: 

Richard Greene as the lead. He pretty much made the movie for me. Oh lord, is he a beautiful man! He could be in any movie, and I would enjoy just looking at him! He looked amazing in the fashions of the 18th century- I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a man wear one of those ruffled jabots any better. He is also a pretty good actor with lots of charisma, especially for a programmer or B film. 

Boris Karloff. He is a great actor and always raises the level of any scene he’s in. I could listen to his voice for hours. Unfortunately, the film seriously underutilized him. 

The bad special effects with the leopard. Yes, I just said they were bad. They were cheap and obvious, and it was clear Burton/Beckett was rolling around on the floor with a stuffed animal at one point. But they were gloriously entertainingly bad. 

The heart pounding fear of being buried alive. How can anyone not feel mounting horror at that prospect? 

It was pretty short and to the point, it didn’t drag on. 

The costumes. Normally I’m not an 18th century fashion nerd, but I loved the costumes in this! I wished several times I could have seen them in color. I can’t vouch for how accurate they were, they just looked beautiful. 

Bad guys cackling with fiendish glee. Another silly but fun thing. 

The Bad: 

The film didn’t give Karloff enough to do. It felt like he was only in a couple of scenes. Why give your best and only marquee actor such a small role?  

The way the leopard in the story was treated. Watching animal abuse is never ok. 

I didn’t love the countess. She wasn’t bad exactly, but there was something about her that made her unappealing to me. 

I didn’t love Lon Chaney in it either. He played a freakish looking mute. 

The characters were all pretty simplistic, but that is frankly what you’d expect in this kind of movie. 

#project1952 #1952 #project1952 day 79 #100 films of 1952

[adamgant]

Friday Faves 10.13

Friday Faves 10.13 https://ift.tt/4jpfoaX I can’t publish this post without saying that my heart has been extremely heavy for the past week. I get a lot of emails and DMs when horrible things happen, demanding that I take “a side.” You guys know I’m not an expert on world events, and that’s not why you’re here. At the same time, it feels inauthentic for me to post as if nothing has happened, even though it is complex and I know I’ll never know the *right* thing to say at times like this. I tend to internalize and pray; it’s how I am and always have been. For what it’s worth, I stand on the side of humanity. For children and families. For innocent lives lost. I’m praying for peace. Hi friends! Happy Friday! I’m writing to ya from the weirdest blog setup I’ve had in a while. Half of the keys on my keyboard stopped working, so I bought this plug-in keyboard. The keys are huge and make a loud sound, but it’s working until I can get to the Apple store for a new Mac. I can’t believe I’ve had this one for 8 years! What are you up to this weekend? We have a birthday party and family photos. I still haven’t planned out anyone’s outfits but it should come together on the fly 😉 I’d love to hear what you’re up to! It’s time for the weekly Friday Faves party! This is where I share some of my favorite finds from the week and around the web. I always love to hear about your faves, too, so please shout out something you’re loving in the comments section below. Friday Faves 10.13 Read, watch, listen: What has made you laugh lately? This is one of my favorite songs to wind down to at the end of the night. I listen to it on my headphones as I do my pm eye mask 🙂 I’m not sure if I’ve shared this book yet, but I should be finishing it up this weekend. I LOVE it. The writing is quick and witty, the story is intriguing and fun, and it makes a perfect early fall fluffy book. Highly recommend. This book arrived yesterday and I’m so excited about it! Can’t wait to add some new recipes to the rotation. Fashion + beauty: Love these posts for classic outfit combos.  This blazer is still one of my faves! I wore it to girls’ night the other night. Liv and I joined some friends for Poetry of Fashion at the U of A, with special guest TIM GUNN! I’ve been a fan since the early Project Runway days and it was such a treat to see him in real life. He’s just as charming and wonderful as you’d imagine. The show started off with an interactive fashion show, created by University of Arizona fashion students. Each designer created a piece based on a poem. They spoke about the meaning behind their designs, how they created them, and received feedback from Tim Gunn. In between the presentations, he answered questions about style, business, and life. It was a great night! Health, fitness, and good eats: – EquiLife up to 25% off sale is still going strong! You can use this time to stock up on wellness favorites, including my fave binder, Daily Nutritional Support, Magnesium, Zinc, B complex, all the good stuff.  

#The Fitnessista