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bluexiao · 2 years

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#hold my hand?

—what they do when you hold out your hand to them

CHARACTERS. Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli; gn! Reader

THEMES. Fluff; comfort; established relationship

NOTES. Fluff for your hearts after i hurt all of us with my last multi-hc,,, enjoy this while you still can~ also i added other characters too so pls enjoy!

ZHONGLI, as if he knew by instinct, would hold your hand, caress them for a little while with his thumb and gently raise them on his level, kissing the back of your hand gently, almost as light as a feather. His lips would always find themselves naturally drawn to you, and as well as his way of showing his love and care for you in the simplest of ways.

XIAO would be concerned. “Are you cold?” The poor boy would be so worried; brows furrowed and thoughts struggling to come up with something, especially with how he still thinks about just merely touching you would taint you of any kind of his sin but he has to touch you to make your hands warm up with his own. “How about now?” And now, you struggle to tell him that it was just something you thought of doing just to see his reaction and could not help but to reply “I’m okay now, thanks to you,” because not only did he gave warmth to your hands but more so to your heart.

VENTI’s rather cheeky. The moment you hold out your hand to him and he notices, it would not take long until he takes them to both of his hands and place your hand on his cheek, thinking you’d caress it for him—which you actually did, out of impulse. He lets out a nervous chuckle whilst flashing you a pretty smile—deep inside, he knows full well the effect this has on you and how he turned the tables right there and then.

THOMA is such a gentleman, he thinks you were asking him to assist you or something. At the same time, you both were going down on a flight of stairs—“Just hold on tight, I won’t let you go”—so it was out of his good will and care to assist you as you may probably have a hard time right now—which you technically don’t but now that you knows his instincts, your knees are buckling in joy at how you probably had gotten the most caring lover in Teyvat.

SCARAMOUCHE would raise a brow a your hand, probably even say the words “What in the world is that?” as if he never held your hand before or kissed them at least once—the little brat. You’d have a hard time breaking your facade and go on with the trick. However, in spite of his words and the glare on his eyes, he purses his lips as he took your hand and keep it wrapped with his own fingers even as he was working, flicking through report papers given to him by his subordinates with just one hand while the other was preoccupied with yours.

KAZUHA would not hesitate nor doubt himself when he extends his own arms to yours, linking your hands together as if they were two puzzle pieces, meant for each other—which he very much thinks they are nonetheless. And by then he says “I’m here, dove,” with the most reassuring smile you’d ever seen from anyone else—a smile that could brighten up your day no matter what your mood had once was; like a cloud guiding a dove’s way to the right path and shielding its way from the harsh bright sun.

KAEYA is rather funny, you think you would have broken into laughter when he said “What? Are you asking for Mora or something?” And the thing is, you are mostly sure that he’s just kidding with you because he, later on, takes it on to his hand and holds your hand for the whole time, but if you did not know him better, you would have thought that he was seriously considering you were asking him for Mora.

ITTO, despite not knowing what you meant for holding out your hand, would hold your hand with his own big ones, warming them up in an instant and pulling you right next to him, saying, “Can’t let you lag behind now, can we?” The whole time, he has you by his side and never letting go of your hand–yes, even if he gets sweaty you’re going to have to stick through with it (no pun intended).

HEIZOU does not hesitate to question you with “Do you need my hand?” as it was the very plausible thing you could have wanted him to give you. Actually, he doesn’t even wait for you to answer and just links your hands with his, slipping his fingers next to your own and just goes back to whatever he was doing.

GOROU would probably be too hesitant to do so, but the very first instinct he goes with was holding your hand. At first, he’d look rather confident as he reached his hand to yours, only to slowly realize that he had just done that without any other word exchanged with you, and right in front of others too! But now that he had felt your warm hand against his, he cannot just pull himself away, not when you wrapped his hands so nicely and it fits so perfectly against his. What was he supposed to do other than own up to his actions and control how he looks flustered right now—which is actually failing severely.

DILUC would probably grab the nearest thing next to him, thinking it was what you needed—which turns out to be… his Claymore? Wait, do you really need it? He gives you a confused look, and when you gave him a smile while still holding out your hand, he slowly comes into a realization that maybe… you were asking for his hand? Hesitatingly, he extends his hand to yours, only to stop midway. It was your turn to give him a confused look only to see and watch him remove his glove before giving his bare hand to you wordlessly, with his ears clearly stained with a hue close to his hair’s.

DAINSLEIF is confused, quite a lot. What does that mean? Does that mean you want something from him? What is it though? He would take a while to ponder on his own until he looks down and sees his hand. Now it has been quite a while since you two had gotten together, and of course, you two have held hands before. But now, with you reaching out and wanting him to take initiative to hold the hand that you extended towards him, there was a feeling of nervousness he did not know where it originated from—this is nothing new… but why is it hard to breath and he could certainly feel the pounding in his chest that he swears he does not feel very often… not until you came. He places his hand over yours and lets you squeeze his hand with a bright smile on your face. His pounding heart myst’ve skipped a beat by then.

CYNO would calculate by himself what it is that you want that he’d probably just stare at you the whole time. You give him a look the more time he wastes just staring at you. “What?” He finally speaks, couldn’t bare seeing you looking at him disappointedly. “What/” you repeat his question, fighting the urge to laugh in the situation you both are in now. You gestured your gaze to your hand over and over, and you were admittedly getting tired until you pout and reach for his hand instead while saying the words “You’re so slow sometimes, babe.”

“Oh? So you want my attention now?” CHILDE is very arrogant. This man would be so sly and cheeky that he thinks you’re the one being clingy when it’s actually really him. You give him a look and he immediately relents before you could pull your hand away, “Ah, come on, I’m just kidding, how can I reject you, Y/n?” In the end, he’d probably be the one who insists on holding your hand the whole entire time.

AYATO has a knack of seeing what you would do or react to when he teases you. And for you to do the same too, let’s just say this is a matter of who breaks their facade faster than the other. Well, he’s not usually competitive, but if the reward would be to see you with your cute pout, then it’s something he could not resist. So the moment you extended your hand out to him, his smile immediately told you that he knew what you expected from him… but he’s not going to give it to you… for now. So you did the one thing that you knew would work: you pout. Ah, how it worked so well when he lets out a (handsome) chuckle and finally wraps your hand with his, snugging them close to his side, “You really know what my weakness is, darling.”

ALBEDO knows you long enough to recognize whatever you need. So now that you’re doing this out of the ordinary and completely random, he concludes that maybe… you just wanted him to hold your hand. He knows you very well that it only took a little bit of time for him to figure out what you were thinking and takes action right away. As you two were walking, it merely passes by his mind but he chooses to raise both of your hands and kissed the back of yours, even so far as looking at you with smug eyes, knowing full well that you’ll get flustered by it. And he was right.

AETHER will likely know that you’d want him to hold it for you, but he reconsiders it might be for something else so he asks instead “Do you need help?” When he saw the slight change in your expression, he immediately follows itup with “Or do you want me to hold your hand?” Ah, so he was right, he rejoices by himself when he sees your smile the moment you hear his words. So of course, the good lover that he is, holds your hand and pulls you by his side.

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ozzgin · 6 months

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Prehistoric! Reader going trick or treating with Baki and the twins or something ion know or prehistoric reader and pickle seeing someone dress up in that blow up dinosaur costume please tell me you know what I’m talking about 🌚 anyway love ya stuff

I was wondering how to make everything Halloween themed, and then I thought this would actually be a nice opportunity to bring Pickle home instead. Everything would be decorated as if it came straight out of the Cretaceous. Everyone shows up as a particular dinosaur. As the idea hit me I became very nostalgic and remembered my favorite Disney movie, Dinosaur. So I made it a Dinosaur Halloween. :’)

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric! Reader goes Trick or Treating

Special Halloween Edition 🎃 featuring the Baki characters and our recurring prehistoric reader! Also the kids.

[More Prehistoric! Reader]

It’s Spooky Season and Baki wants to introduce the prehistoric family to the ghoulish fall holiday. Truth be told, however, he’s not quite sure anymore just how much of the effort is for the twins and how much is for his own enjoyment. He feels like a little child once more, giddy with excitement as he plans costumes and activities.

Honestly, it’s rather impressive how involved the fighters are. Then again, how often might one have the chance to witness ancient humans reacting to modern celebrations? You’re not entirely sure what all the agitation and shuffling is about, but the men have reassured you the kids will enjoy it. Pickle himself is also terribly curious.

Baki has gone as far as to convince multiple people to actively participate, so when the time comes most of the men are costumed themselves. He guides you and Pickle by the hand and the twins are running around you in circles. (Professor Payne has, by the way, exhausted all praise regarding their fast motor development) What better place to improvise a haunted house, if not the beloved Underground Arena? Doppo Orochi is waiting at the entrance in a T.Rex costume, holding the head under his arm. He found the idea terribly funny, attempting to recreate his first encounter with Pickle back at the enclosure. You immediately recognize the suit and chuckle at the memories. As the twins surround the older man in awe, it dawns on you that they never had the chance to see an actual dinosaur. The smile you had earlier is now tainted with a pang of melancholy.

Following Doppo’s train of thought, Jack has attempted to reminisce his sneaky trespass with an aquatic theme. You won’t catch him dead in an actual suit - where would he even find something for his massive size? - but nonetheless he’s improvised a t shirt with a Mosasaurus print. The children’s attention is now drawn to him. He exchanges a glance with his younger Hanma sibling and reveals a bag containing mysterious garments. Jack excuses himself briefly, retreating with the twins, and brings them back shortly afterwards. Except this time they seem to be wearing some squeaky appendage filled with air. Both you and Pickle observe with raw fascination. It looks like they’re riding a small dinosaur, but their actual legs are underneath the strange costume. Pickle claps his hands, impressed.

Inside the Arena, Retsu and Katsumi are putting together the final details. There are tables overflowing with food, sweets, drinks and carved pumpkins. There’s an eerie atmosphere coming from the decorations, yet the overarching theme is not of the horror realm. You stop in your tracks and your mouth hangs open in surprise. There are artificial trees and ferns scattered all over, making the arena look like an actual jungle. Among the greenery you can discern the outline of a massive Argentinosaurus, its long neck reaching just below the ceiling. A small pack of feathered Velociraptor cutouts is placed further ahead. It looks like they’re chasing something. As your eyes follow the scene, you spot an injured Pterosaur, dragging its large wings behind. Everything is static, a snapshot frozen in time, yet you can almost hear the wailing croaks and the shuffle of the claws hitting against the ground. You can suddenly smell the moss, and feel the humidity on your skin. For a mere second, for a fleeting moment, you’re home.

Something jolts you back to reality and you notice Pickle’s hand on your shoulder. He has a worried look on his face and you realize you’ve been tearing up. It’s nothing. You shake your head to reassure him and his eyes narrow in a smile, similar to yours. He’s been thinking the same thing. Your ears are abruptly pierced by a shriek and both of you turn back in a panic. The kids are screaming in excitement, running away from Baki that seems to be imitating a Triceratops. Katsumi comes to their defense, squatting low in his costume resembling an Ankylosaurus. A fitting choice that allows him to showcase his powerful whip, using the clubbed tail of this sturdy, armored warrior.

“Pretty decent work, huh?” Old man Tokugawa approaches you and Pickle with a wide grin. “We can’t let the kids miss out, can we? I had a whole team prepare everything under the guidance of Professor Payne.” He hands you a small, empty bucket. You’re confused. “We might not have any real dinosaurs for you to hunt, but I’ll show you something similar. It’s called trick or treating. Let’s see what we can find in this fake jungle.��

#baki #baki the grappler #baki hanma #baki headcanons #pickle baki #pickle x reader #prehistoric reader #doodle

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espectres · 2 months

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THE HUMMING SOUND of early spring rains fades away as the minimal pouring comes to an end. The clouds polarize, almost losing their cotton-white look as they move apart, and the atmosphere bathes everything in deep relentless blue. It's the last few mintutes of sunset, and looking at the skies is almost overwhelming to the eyes. Two bright dots appear parallel to one another, suspended in an otherworldly dance, far away. Shou recognizes them as planets, but he isn't sure which ones, his knowledge quite limited, he vaguely recalls one being Jupiter.

They're beautiful, for sure, a rare and breathtaking little thing that deserves tiring his neck to look up and admire the view, but they're so easily rivaled. Now don't get him wrong, stars and planets and a big, bright full moon were some of his best companions, their inspirational presence a constant theme for his creativity and every other good thing that came along, every other beautiful thing that came along, and felt like it doesn't belong in his hands.

But these hands hold onto another's, and it doesn't feel wrong to be a safe place, to help take care of something precious. As the angles change and the point of view shifts, there he is, right here on earth, centering his vision and all of his thoughts, the star of his night wearing a heartthrob smile. And Shou believes is probably staring like he's never seen a human before in his damn life. He'd have felt pretty dumb for it if he were a little more self-aware, would've fussed and whined over his own embarrassment, but right now all he wanted to do was capture that smile and kiss it senseless.

It's a little selfish, a little stupid, considering he also wants to listen to Daisuke, and talk to him, and make him laugh ... and all these things and many other things couldn't go together at once. When has he gotten so greedy ? The idea is almost funny, how much he wants and how much he wants to give and how simple it all is ; how easy it is on his heart to love and be loved. But above anything, above all else, there is the profound desire to protect what he has, and the means to this end - to keep anyone safe - might not be as simple as the rest of his wishes.

What wouldn't I do to keep you safe ?

It's rare that he worries about such things, if ever. And to speak of them out loud was a whole different matter, but he talks anyway, when the need to overwhelms him at the end, then he's an open book in ways he's never been to anyone else, mistrust and a deeply rooted, well-hidden sense of discomfort always standing between himself and finding a safe place. But Daisuke wouldn't dismiss him, wouldn't consider the topics at hand then look at him like he's grown a third head, wouldn't think that's it's odd or strange and ask him if he fell and hit his head when he was little or something. None of that, he shakes his head, none of that.

@dnangelic sent:

“I’m safe right here.” AND dai's going to lean on shou's shoulder for good measure

[ MEME. ] ... ▬▬▬ accepting !

The warmth of reassurance cuts through him like a knife through butter, curls pleasantly in his stomach and glows shyly in his cheeks. He turns and allows his face to be ambushed by the dense bristles of Daisuke's hair, smiling easily into it. His heart swells with trust offered on a plate of gold, and in his chest there is the sting of something blooming ; confidence that thrives on the edges of his limits and how they're not particularly easy to reach. Of course I'd keep you safe. Yet it feels false, knowing a promise of guarding from someone like him -bloody knuckles and cold eyes- is a promise of violence and apathetic cruelty, both of which hasn't yet been truly tested for their capability, for how far he'd go to achieve something he wants.

Even then, if worse comes to worst, if anyone as much as tries and plucks a feather from these wings that allowed Daisuke to soar and be free, defying the gravity of the dull laws and tedious lives Shou still couldn't accept- if anything were to ever intend to harm him- the esper's lips land a kiss on top of the thief's head, grateful and smitten, and he can only hope that Daisuke would forgive him.

#FIRES THIS INTO THE NIGHT THEN RUNS AWAY IM SO BUSYYYYY TODAY WAH #ショウ ; distortion confronts both heart and mind. / writing.#sorry daisuke your bf is actually fucked up.#dnangelic #ショウ ; we scraped our bones to get fire. / inbox.

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shoppncarticles · 8 months

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The Rufflet Family

Likewise it makes sense to introduce Pokemon’s first eagle in its first American region, and the fluffy down feather-covered noggin of Rufflet is successfully quite cute. Embodying the persona that America likes to brand itself with, Rufflet is said to be quite brave and stand up to stronger opponents, even when it really doesn’t have to and come out of the fight stronger, even if it loses.

That’s all well and good, and does reflect the whole Land of the Free and Home of the Brave thing that the good ol’ United States likes to brand itself with, though one Pokedex entry humorously states that Rufflet will often end up bawling and crying if it loses a fight. I don’t imagine this was like, commentary or something, it’s silly to think someone would try doing that through a one-off Pokedex description, but I find it funny anyways. It helps add character to Rufflet regardless, that under its courageous and brazen demeanor Rufflet’s still a little baby eaglet.

Rufflet’s evolution, Braviary, is what you’d expect out of an American-themed bald eagle Pokemon, having a fluffy white head, and being colored red, white, and blue primarily. As an additional touch though, Braviary’s also got feathers distinctly placed around its face like a headdress. This, along with specific definition and thickness given to its legs, are reportedly sourced from Native American culture. It’s nice to see some attention given to the original culture of the land, so props to Braviary there.

One small thing is that I would’ve expected Rufflet and Braviary to be Fighting/Flying types, especially when their counterparts seen next in the Pokedex are Dark/Flying, but no, both are Normal/Flying. It’s not like, a knock against them or anything, just something I would’ve expected but didn’t turn out to be the case. Given how much the Pokedex talks about both Braviary fighting nobly for others’ protection, you think it would’ve been given the noble Fighting type, but no.

Braviary would also be given a Hisuian form, given the Psychic/Flying type of all things, and now resembling a Steller’s sea eagle more than ‘murica’s bald eagle, fitting as it now lives in the ancient Japanese region of Hisui. I appreciate the inclusion of more marine birds in the game, and a big, telepathic eagle isn’t what I expected included amongst them, but still welcome with open arms. The Pokedex draws a further connection with the sea eagle by stating Hisuian Braviary uses its psychic powers to send shockwaves across bodies of water to stun fish, sending them to the water’s surface for easier capture.

As a design, Hisuian Braviary is pretty neat, with its new solely black and white plumage better resembling that of a seabird. The fiery psychic crest it’s got is pretty small and perhaps doesn’t do a great job excusing the inclusion of the new type, but it does have a cool, wispy appearance, and gives Braviary big, false eyespots, and that’s always fun. A simple, though effective regional form, if you’re asking me.

Score: 4/5

Overall, nicely thematic birds.

[Gen 5 Archive]

#pokemon #pokemon review #rufflet #braviary #hisuian braviary

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lost-inthedream · 2 years

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Yoo Taeyang from A to Z

That nsfw alphabet

Pairing: Yoo Taeyang x Female reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After both of you are clean and feeling clean, all he wants to is relax and be close to you. Either your head laying on his chest or him listening to your heartbeat is fine. He just wants to be still with his bae.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This is hard because he seems to be confident about his whole body (life goal). Okay, all the extension of his chest and abdomen is his favorite one, to choose only one part.

On you, it is your face. He likes to try and decipher what you are feeling or thinking by your expression. You often catch him staring.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is a neat guy and usually cums in a condom. Likes to climax inside of you but also loves blowjobs and handjobs, so feel free to choose where on you he is going to spill his seed.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He thinks too much about sex, it bothers him lol

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He is experienced. The number of partners is not very high but he has learned a lot.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Being rode is so arousing for him! Especially when you roll hips against each other. You know how he moves his hips, right? He thrusts upwards so good and his body control is enviable.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Taeyang is overall serious. His entire body is too sensitive and his brain malfunctions so, well, it's hard to find anything funny. The atmosphere is just heavily sexy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His hair is always trimmed, so he looks very good down there too.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh, he is not that romantic, but you can see and feel his love for you in the bedroom. I would say he is passionate instead. You feel intensely loved when you have sex.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Resorts to masturbation quite often. As I said his mind tends to bring sexual themes. Also, it helps him to release the tension. Does it more often in the bathroom, calmly playing with his own shaft until he has to pump it desperately. Then he takes a nice shower.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Top 3:

Praising (both giving and receiving but it's hard for him to praise you when you all are in fact having sex)

Phone sex (he gets specially whiny since he can't have you for real)

Body worshipping (Also giving and receiving)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He won't have sex other than in a private space! That's it. It doesn't matter if he's so so horny. He won't ever let you suck him off in the toilet of your favorite restaurant.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your hands teasing him. I said his body is sensitive from head to toe and you won't take much to find it out. Those feather-like, teasing touches get his dick hard.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation and slaps are bad ideas. He feels disrespected.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Hey, this is a hot topic!

The way he gives oral is so unmatched! Oh my, moans at your pussy, he likes you to push his face closer, he touches himself while doing it. He is so sexy.

You have so much power over him if you are good at blowjobs. He might buck his hips forwards but still, this is all because he is at your mercy. He is just a guy who squirms a lot when he is being treated well.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I can't describe it as rough but isn't soft either. The way he thrusts into you is in the middle of these extremes. Nobody has ever complained. He goes deep.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He is not the biggest fan but he recognizes they are necessary. Some days are busy and he can't say no to sex all the same.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Remember he won't take the risk of getting caught.

Anyways when it comes to experimenting, why not?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Also able to go all night. The type to walk naked to the kitchen, eat some snacks, then come back with his dick hard.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a love/hate relationship with them. They are cool and games but sometimes they overwhelm him. He rather uses toys on you. Vibrators are pretty fun for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a good boy, the tease is made to get you all in the mood only.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is just a bit loud and he can't control it. He wishes he could be less whiny though. He starts growling and looking at you with hungry eyes until the pleasure gets too much and his moans sound cute, his eyes tightly closed.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He undresses real fast. Like, you guys are making out then, in a second, his pants are gone.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Definitely longer and slightly thicker than average. It leaks so much precum, I don't know if it's normal lol. It's quite veiny and the tip gets super red.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HIGH! Despite considering sex every time you are together, he ignores it many times. The intimacy of holding hands with you can satisfy him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not so quick to fall asleep but doesn't take much time either. He likes the silence and the exhaustion.

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Check the other members' alphabets in the tag

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shivasdarknight · 8 months

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I'd like to know about canon mounts and minions for your FFXIV OCs! If you haven't answered that already

THE MOUNTS AND MINION STUFF IS FUN and it's pretty obvious as to who has the most convoluted answer. and that's all down below - I'll cover as many as I can remember :O

Surkie's first "minion" was the coeurl kit, but it's the black coeurl kit with the normal one's story. She rescued both the coeurl kit and the wolf puppy during that one 15 quest in Aleport, but she couldn't take care of the both of them and only took the kit with her - who she named Henri! She genuinely thought this was a boy, she was wrong, that is her baby girl. Henri has traveled with her since the start and has grown up into that dark knight tank mount coeurl, and she follows Surkie around through most of her adventures. Obviously there's stuff she can't join in on so she ends up as a sort of semi-permanent fixture of the Rising Stones, but she also winds up living at the Borel Manor and is a terror upon Aymeric's cat. She's very gentle with Surkie's allies (and yes, her kids too), and is just this big lovebug despite being a huge fucking coeurl. Her first mount was Prompto, her chocobo. He's a big percheron (as in the massive feral ishgardian breed that can carry 2 people) with natural black feathers, and a really nasty attitude. He's about as stubborn as Surkie is and she's gotten into a fair number of verbal arguments with this bird, it's funny. He doesn't see as much travel as he used to due to transporting issues, but he's very well loved regardless. He's very calm around Henri (especially since he's known her since she was a cub + he could very easily do damage back if she tried anything) and they have a routine where Henri plays dead on his back to sneak her through cities. Surkie canonically has Fenrir, as she found him after the events of Azys Lla still alive and recovering from even more wounds than the ones that should have killed him when they went through Snowcloak. Even in spite of what he did to Seraphin, Surkie can't bring herself to put him down since he's one of the last remnants of Ysayle (in her eyes at this point) and heals him up and they end up fairly close. Hoarhounds can act like familiars with people they grow close to, and this bond often extends to people that the owner was close to - so he's quick to warm up to Surkie, and he winds up a much better "mount" than Prompto since Hoarhounds weird and can just find you wherever; even across the Rift. He's a trans-affirming misandrist, but he puts up with Surkie's male partners and her sons. He's very affectionate with her and Ysayle, he's grown fond of Allie, and is a big murder puppy.

Surkie has other hoarhounds which include a puppy (has grown beyond the size of the minion now) named Hati that she rescued, and Hrodvitnir from the Zadnor skirmishes who is another rescue. He's smaller and skinnier than Fenrir and also doesn't have that issue with men, so Estinien's able to help with this one without being constantly glared and growled at (at least he's not Gaius, tho, because Fenrir nearly killed him upon seeing him). She also has a LYKAON PUPPY that she smuggled out of Elpis per Hermes' request. He saw how well she handled Fenrir (even in spite of him nearly mauling Emet-Selch) and asked her for a favor. While all the adults had been put down, he didn't tell the other researchers about the den of pups. She can't take all of them, but she does take one and that's Skoll. She keeps her tucked into her armor until they can leave (she was so fkn tiny) and she's very good with the hoarhounds thankfully. Yes, there's a theme here with the names. Surkie picked Hati and Skoll because of stuff she read up on the Old Gods when Ysayle introduced her to their existence. She also has a Hellhound (that varies in size) named Sétanta, who she summons whenever she so feels like. I'm thinking about making the faepup canon to her too, but she has the Hellpup which is also a big Hellhound. Turns out, this was a voidsent that used to be under the Morrigna but responded better to Surkie. I need to decide on which one, but she does have a canon motorcycle she got from Cid back in post ARR, and she's fucking obsessed with it. I just don't know if I wanna go with what I actually use (the SDS Fenrir), or the Garlond one from the Island Sanctuary. There's also a mod I have that turns the SDS Fenrir into an Omega themed bike, and that's a strong consideration... Recently canonized the Hydaelyn lynx as something that was a gift from Venat, as that's a familiar based on her own powers. Sassy fucker, but Surkie keeps her close. If we wanna get technical, the Starbird counts here, too; except that's not the Starbird that is Actually Meteion and chills with Surkie a lot because that's....kind of her aunt in a really weird way? It's complicated, but Surkie's not complaining because she'd rather Meteion do that than....y'know. Endwalker's plot. Last thing that I'll mention is that she does have a canon mammet, but that's not her fault. During post HVW, Altan sat down and worked on a Wind-Up Iceheart mammet for Surkie and gave it to her. She figured that since Eorzeans use them as ways to immortalize loved ones and remember notable people, she thought it'd be a good thing to do for her since she was really struggling with the fact she wasn't allowed space to grieve while Katsuro (wrt Haurchefant) was. Katsuro - naturally - had less than welcomed opinions about if she should have something like that because "not good coping" but she kept it with her regardless. This does, however, make Ysayle's return in 5.3 kind of fucking funny because now there's a fkn toy version of her that Surkie just has. And yes, Altan threatened to make one for her other partners when she learned of them, and she nearly got her ass beat (they do not exist, but the threat is there).

Katsuro is the one who adopted the wolf pup after Surkie left that one behind, and that boy's name is Kerberos - which was the name of a familiar that Charon had. He has other dogs and some kamuy that I still need to figure out the names of, but he's just got so many fucking dogs and Kerberos is just. Not the wolf/direwolf model we see in game, but just this big fucking more realistic wolf that won't leave him alone he's such a needy brat. Kamuy could count as a canon mount, but I don't really think about that with him very often.

Gwendoline collects those creepy voidsent dolls that were made by that one goldsmith. She knows they're haunted, she knows the Wood Wailers wanted them destroyed, but she doesn't care and has managed to get all of them. Why. Why does she bring them along, the group finds them weird. Someone get her to stop. SHE EVEN HAS CALCA AND BRINA. For mounts, Gwendoline does have a Chocobo but I need to design them...whoops. But she did rescue that Unicorn from the cnj30 quest, and her name is Hemlock. However, the unicorn came paired with a Voidsent that wouldn't leave the unicorn's side. So two for one deal since Hemlock likes Gwen, thus she also has the Nightmare, Rosemary. They're both girls. They seem to like each other. The lesbian has lesbian horses.

Seraphin has Camilla, who he raised since she hatched. Camilla is a true griffin that he found when she was an egg, given to him by Hamujj Gah when he accidentally stumbled upon a recovery effort by the Amalj'aa after some of their drake eggs and their own eggs were stolen by an Ul'dahn black market type. Hamujj Gah found the griffin egg amongst the others and knew he was from Little Ala Mhigo, so he gave the egg as a sort of way of peace gesture that even the adults would get to deter any potential retaliation from perceiving this child as in danger, and this wound up fostering positive sentiments towards the Amalj'aa in Seraphin. Camilla was raised in Little Ala Mhigo alongside him, and his parents did what they could to get him barding for her so he could have her as a regular steed, and she basically goes wherever with him (except across the rift).

Lillith has a griffin that I need to work on because there's an obvious tie in there with his mom, but he does have a big destrier chocobo by the name of Agni. Agni is named for his fiery plumage, and is just as energetic as his owner. He's also got that Hayate puppy that needs to be named, and honest to god I'm leaning towards Dogmeat because hey do i need to remind people that he was originally a Lone Wanderer agaiiinnn or is it still obvious. Dogmeat isn't the name he picked, his dad picked it as a sort of morbid joke based on the conditions Sulivaughn found him in.

Altan mooches off of her siblings minions and mounts, but she has a lot of stuff that she tinkers with. Most notably, she made herself a Cruise Chaser that she uses in combat and as a mount. She likely also made the Rubellite Weapon minion because she thought it'd be interesting to recreate it and Allie wound up stealing it for herself (Altan...cant complain too much). She also may have helped Allie build the big Landerwaffe.

Zirnghota has Spriggan familiars that double as minions and mounts! They chill out as earrings for her, and brings them out as she needs them.

Glyndwr rescued an Alkonost that's very attached to him. He wanted to release it because ethics, but he's now stuck because it's very dependent on him now (gee i wonder why he has a bird thing).

I need to decide on if the others have anything, but for the most part these are the big notable ones. I've cycled through stuff for Surkie like the fox kit, the grani, kamuy of the nine tails, ehll tou, etc. but they got cycled out for varying reasons (eg the Grani, who WAS MY MAIN MOUNT THROUGH HVW BEFORE FUCKING ENW CAME OUT AND RUINED THAT. that lore used to be a voidsent that got attached to her, but now i can't use it without people going "emet mount". so thats Fucking Fun.). Either way, Fenrir is baby and she loves him.

THANKS FOR ASKING AND TY FOR THE INTEREST ;A;

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igiveyoumyblood · 11 months

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Sacrifice MV First Reactions

Lmao why didn’t I get my notification that this came out? Booo, YouTube.

Anyway, I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing that ENHYPEN’s bside MVs are so full of rich imagery that may or may not be related to the storyline. It honestly makes me a bit scared of them. At least they aren’t 20 minutes long like TXT’s bside MVs.

But that’s all okay, because this is a wonderful MV. It’s beautiful and it’s clearly both a HYBE and ENHYPEN MV. Also, most of the analysis in it seems very obvious - I feel like I’ve missed something, but at the same time it doesn’t quite seem like they’re being subtle.

However, this one also has a sad lack of werewolves....

Anyway, full analysis below the line.

Lyrics

The song is very much the glorified and brooding pain of being a vampire - the thirst and starvation, suffocation, darkness, pain, etc. Very edgy. But in this case it’s okay, rather than cringe (I mean, it’s a little cringe), since it’s about vampires and the Gothic and stuff.

Speaking of - it is very Gothic. Although I did completely lose suspension of disbelief when they used the word ‘bae.’ Very weird.

The lyrics are generally reminiscent of codependent and toxic relationships - which is a topic that HYBE handle very well through lyrics, but which was done far better for TXT’s storyline than ENHYPEN’s - since, you know, TXT actually had a buildup to it.

This in no way diminishes the representation given to ENHYPEN - it’s just that ENHYPEN’s is good and TXT’s is 110000/10.

Anyway, I like vampires, so I like this.

NGL this shot just confuses me - since they’re not supposed to have reflections. They literally didn’t have reflections in Bite Me - although that may have been less about reflections and more about teleporting.

Okay, I will accept this, since I’m relatively certain they have had reflections before. Perhaps it is a remnant of either their human past.

I do like the desert setting and I do like how it has the combination of red sand, clear water, and plants. Big on the subversion of expectations.

Dying is a theme of the song, album, and concept, but I find it kind of funny how many times people fall over or cringe in pain in this MV.

The first time I saw these black things I thought they were fish. But it turns out that they’re crystals/feathers covered in blood or ink/blackened hearts. I love any and all of these options.

Mmmmm yess the lighting. And the circular room which reminds us of previous songs/MVs and especially ‘Bite Me’- but here it is a cage.

Bruv y u sideways?

Also, looks like the set Jungwon and Sunghoon were in in Bite Me - funny, since now it has a reflective table surface rather than a chessboard, and since Jake wasn’t in that scene.

Sorry, this one just reminds me of Jungkook in Blood Sweat and Tears. Admittedly, it does also remind me of Heeseung in Blessed-Cursed when he was stuck in that space full of dust.

Anyway, loving the lighting and the colour in the shot. The fabric and cool tones make it almost seem like it’s underwater - it creates both a sense of magic and abandonment. Very creepy, very Gothic, loving it. No clue what it’s meaning though, other than the obvious references to prison/entrapment, death, sacrifice, and possibly desire (from the link to Blood Sweat and Tears).

Love these shots of Jay struggling - it relates to the lyrics and the theme. And throughout the MV more of the scene and context are revealed which creates a lot of meaning - very fun.

Obvious heaven, paradise, and angel/vampire duality references. I find it interesting, however, that Sunoo is the one they chose to portray as angellic/a fallen angel. He’s the only one who was portrayed in this way so consistently, which is just interesting. Niki and Jake had wing moments, but only once each.

Angel wings and red (either blood, or the fruit of knowledge (desire)).

I love the dragging choreo but it’s only convincing me more and more that HYBE recycled TXT things for this ENHYPEN comeback...

Yas you get those wings Sunoo. Use them to murder the werewolves.

I like how the feathers falling is so fast - it gets the idea of pain and loss across, since it is coloured red and black, and since it is fast, thus violent, and then leads into another shot of Jay suffering.

It was a really interesting choice to put Jay upside down here - also an interesting choice to have the particles going upwards. Anyway, we’ll discuss this more later.

Heart crystal? That’s very weird, my dude.

But I do love the duality of Jay both up above and in cool, bright colours, vs below in dark warm colours. It makes us think that perhaps there are two of him on different sides of some line/battle. Idk if they did this on purpose, but knowing HYBE and filmmakers in general, they most likely did.

I also like how the heart thing that blue Jay holds could be considered the rotten soul of red Jay.

And this is the payoff for the previous Jay context clues! And for our intelligence as an audience. I love this shot because it is the one that gives context to everything we have seen so far. Here is Jay’s ideal self - bathed in light, at the gates to heaven, and fascinated by the dark soul of his damned self. And here we have the other Jay - probably the real/current one - a vampire, and in desperate need of saving. He’s in immense pain and struggles to reach his goals, but the light of heaven pushes his soul back down.

Also, fyi that the trees and set in general remind me of BTS and TXT’s storylines - is this the moment they decide to connect ENHYPEN to it too? Or are they just reusing their ideas and resources.

These plants in HYBE storylines are usually a representation of Magic Island, or of a dream state. So do with that what you will.

Dang dude, why’d you take it off?

Reminds me of Jungkook 2.0.

Also is that holy water?

Ew it’s alive!

Also looks like it might be corrupting them, as opposed to being the corrupted part of them? The difference between those two is... very blurry.

That’s right, you purge it from your life.

Alright Heeseung, I guess you chuck it then.

Lighttttttttiiiiiiiiiiing.

Bruv what is that? An egg? Your angelic soul?

VAMPIRE NECK.

VAMPIRE BANQUETS.

And of course similarities to Bite Me.

They legit probably filmed these on the same day.

Why is Niki so edgy this comeback? Niki I challenge you to a fencing bout.

10/10 shot, the tilt is a great way to make us scared.

Vampires, shadows, consumption, blood drinking, entrapment - 10/10.

It was at this point that I realised I was only about halfway through the MV. Whoops... Well, at least this comeback has been much more interesting than Pass The Mic.

11/10 choreo in general and especially this part - I love the motif of being controlled.

More falling. Rip Jungwon.

Yes you reach for that light of heaven.

Also love how the cage is kind of made up of windows and doors - they are meant to be traveled through and seen through, but we can’t travel through them or see through them.

If I was Heeseung i would have felt so cool shooting this.

Epic set, epic lighting, epic outfit which kind of looks like wings from above but off enough to make is know that they are something very different.

Okay I have been proven well and truly wrong about the reflections.

Anyway, looks like he’s having a midlife vampire crisis. And how do things just keep appearing in this sell? Is that another vampire thing?

Here you can clearly see the grimey glass of the window, which is a TEN OUT OF TEN lighting prop, especially with the fog. I used it in my short film and it is so fun to work with.

2 questions - why is it rippling, and why is Sunghoon here? Is he like Heeseung’s alter ego? Will the glass merge or do something funky like in the Matrix?

CHOREOGRAPHY.

There is something incredibly creepy about sweet Sunoo caressing his broken wing with blackened and corrupted feathers around him. And that is 100% how the Director and staff intended it. This is my kind of horror.

Somehow I don’t think Sunoo’s heart looks like this but okay.

Wonderfully religious. Reminds me of Death Note’s opening for some reason.

CHOREOGRAPHYYYYYYYY. I know I have criticised them using a lot of TXT stuff in this comeback, but if I was a member of either of those groups I would be so hyped to get choreographies because all of their choreos have been 10/10 epic ones.

It’s reminiscent of the sets from ‘Bite Me’and also looks like an upside down pyramid - are they in the Illuminati?

Idk if touching the water is a good idea, my guy.

A weirdly demure scene in the midst of this horror.

LIGHTING. PUPPET. IT’S LITERALLY FAKE LOVE.

But bruv why is it Niki? Are they all in this cage?

Ink blood is my favourite horror/supernatural thing. Not really, but it’s up there.

Can we get a rip Niki.

Also interesting that he has this wing below him - when so far Sunoo is the only one with the wings. Maknae things? (ahem, Kai, ahem).

And Jake gives up his wings to... worship the corrupted heart? Whatever works for you, man.

YESSSSSSSS THIS IS THE VAMPIRE STUFF I SIGNED UP FOR. BRING BACK GIVEN-TAKEN.

Well good on them for solving whatever problems they had.

Or this second picture could be a flashback...

Or maybe I’m too obsessed with the non-linear....

Mirroring them looking at the girl in Drunk-Dazed - a juxtaposition of heaven and hell?

Conclusions

This is the vampire content I signed up for. Bite Me has grown on me massively, but this is still 10/10 a better MV and choreo. I love the female backup dancers, but I’d love them more if they were doing this choreo.

Now I’ve made myself sound like a Bite Me hater. I swear I ain’t. I’m a people-who-sexualise-Niki hater.

Stan the backup dancers, people. Stan the vampires and their wings.

I don’t have anything else to say - my brain short circuited because I loved it so much and it made my creepy-vampire lover brain go feral.

#enhypen #enhypen theories #engene #dark blood #sacrifice #mv analysis

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jadedfvll · 2 years

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hello! my name is lina (she/her), and i play (for now..because knowing me and my self-control..) the eldest child of house zhao, lord zhao xuanyu. when this rp was first introduced to me i was like O-O because as someone who loves themes like this, this was right up my alley. so i...ahem..went to take a look at everyone’s blogs T-T and was just blown away by how amazing each and every thread was (kudos to all of you, they were truly, SUCH amazing reads T-T). so...out of pure impulse and maybe some convincing, i am here to present to you xuanyu, and if you’d like to plot with him, please give this post a like! (feel free to dm me first as well, or ask for my discord!)

while some of xuanyu’s things i’m still slowly thinking about, under the cut is some info about him!

eldest son of admiral and lady zhao, oldest of three siblings, lord zhao xuanyu.

32 yrs old, firebender, captain in the military & yuyan archers’ commander

xuanyu is both diplomatic and affable (owing, in part to his looks), but he is also both reticent and ambitious. the fact that both of the latter traits exist makes him difficult to read, because he seems as calm as water, and the fact that he withholds much of his thoughts to himself. what xuanyu says may often not be what he thinks, and most people see him as the warm but diligent eldest, both honest and kind. (what a joke, really)

was raised with closely with the sang family’s children.

prefers spending time somewhere quiet compared to loud places / gatherings

likes plants

he’s also vry spiritual aka he has a habit of meditating and praying (though of course, none of that is genuine..it’s merely a habit of his to be able to obtain the serenity he needs to think.

he also likes music, and went out of his way to learn the dizi (chinese flute)

prefers keeping his hair up in a ponytail, alternates in dressing in blue or black

he’s known for his handsome looks, and the quiet elegance he tends to exude. almost no one has ever seen him lose his temper (save for his subordinates). sadly these days, it seems that his capabilities have been overshadowed by gossip about his looks

funny thing is, his parents thought that he would be a girl, and that’s why he was named 瑄羽 (xuanyu). his nickname amongst his family and their close friends was even xuan xuan (bring it up and you’ll see his face twitch.) [his name also means jaded feathers/wings which came as a lil surprise to me cuz it is ironic considering house sang’s emblem and things...]

he can be very charming if he wants to, and if he’s interested enough in someone / finds it interesting to poke their buttons, he will teasingly do so. he tends to show that charming & teasing side a little more towards nobility, the more contemplative side of him reserved for his quiet moments: so most people do have an impression of him as outgoing, charming and diplomatically friendly.

he has unfortunately, not have had any prior romances or crushes (he probably didn’t understand much of why he needed to have one and was more worried over the growing loyalties he saw of his house towards the vassals they were pledged to), though there is a possibility that quite a number of pple have had crushes on him.

xuanyu disagrees beneath the surface with a lot of what house zhao values--or the soldier mentality that has kept their house trapped in foolish loyalty to the declining house sang. (or what he thinks is a declining house sang) and with the recent assassination + exile of some of house sang’s daughters, that sentiment has only grown stronger, which makes him all the more apprehensive of the fire lord’s reign : because who knows what the fire lord would do to them in the future, with house sang no longer ontop of their heads?

xuanyu disagrees as well (rather DEEPLY) with house sang’s pacifistic ideals--to him, things that you want ought to be grasped tightly in your fist, and sometimes regardless of the process of how you obtain what you want, as long as the end/bigger picture is attained, everything you do, no matter how uncomfortable it is--is right.

and so xuanyu secretly seeks emancipation of his house from house sang, something he hides from all members of his family. there’s no telling what he’ll really do to be emancipated from them, truly.

considering that his family presides over being house sang’s personal military, bodyguards as well as being the guards of the city...we can all assume of the possibility of something going really wrong if they’re not held in check.

for someone who dislikes the idea of his house’s blind faith and loyalty towards house sang, it’s ironic that xuanyu himself demands such faith and loyalty from the yuyan archers that he commands. he’s efficient, ruthless and cold-blooded when needed--which was one of the reasons why many were surprised that even at the age of 30, despite his genius in his younger days for firebending, xuanyu has yet to reach the ability of lightening bending, something of which he does get scathed for.

he has long fallen from being a genius in the eyes of many, due to his inability to lightening bend, even though his many other accolades attest to his capabilities as both a diplomat and a commander.

in fact, xuanyu’s latent talent is shown by the fact that he has in fact, mastered almost all kinds of weapons that he has come across. he is both an incredible marksman and blademaster, a skilled spear and halberd user, all of which, he had come across and mastered in his youth, with the latter two having been learnt partially out of interest and boredom. he is also adept in terrain + military strategies, and has a pretty good knowledge of utilizing traps and botany, something that he’s still conscientiously studying.

despite being talented, what a lot of people don’t know is that xuanyu spends a lot of time and effort in honing his skills. he is the kind of person that is like 90% talent and 110% hardwork, which is why many (including his dad) are disappointed that he hasn’t reached the threshold of being able to use lightning bending.

xuanyu also holds little attachment to his family, despite having a good familial background and a loving family. while he plays a wonderful older sibling and a duitful son, xuanyu is not tied down by ideas of loyalty towards his family or clan, and with the ability to see beyond the trappings of a house’s benefits and loyalty, it is from there where his conflict stems. despite his ambition, he is a free spirit, although he is currently chained down by his father’s determination to be loyal to the sang family.

xuanyu’s father may be the head of the household, but he has been managing the financial assets and diplomatic relations of house zhao for quite some time ever since he turned 18. however, the final say still remains with his dad, though that isn’t to say that he’s not above doing suspicious stuff without anyone knowing.

he has a burn across his collarbone close enough to his neck from a slight mishap in a firebending spar in his youth, when he was still considered a firebending genius. admittedly, in his younger days he showed off a bit more, and that burn is a reminder when someone older & more advanced than him in firebending decided to put him in his place in a spar. since then he’s learned to keep mum about his talents, just quietly letting them grow without anyone knowing.

the burn actually ended up festering and turning him feverish, so xuanyu had a lot of time in bed by himself feverishly thinking abt things and replaying that match in his head...so...the unfairness / underhanded tactics in that one battle actually set the stage for him learning to be underhanded and sly in his own battles. strike first before the enemy can make a move, and when you strike--make it hurt.

he has quite a lot of scars on his body that were from his time in the army as well as the battles he went thru.

wanted connections:

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS, ENEMIES, FRENEMIES -- probably nobility, and maybe by extension some royals, considering that they’re of a lesser noble house? young xuanyu still hides a lot of his countenance behind the mask of being dutiful and affable, and he was known as a genius back in his younger days (though that sentiment seems to have long faded into disappointment). he was also a little bit of a showoff, especially when his parents were around, believing that that was what was expected of him--until a particular spar that left a scar on the side of his neck told him that sometimes less is a little more.

EX-BODYGUARD? -- considering that xuanyu is a part of the zhao family, i’m sure he was sent out perhaps a couple of times to gain experience in being bodyguards for some nobles or royalty. he joined the military at a pretty young age considering that his family is of military, so you might hv had a teen xuanyu being responsible for your wellbeing. whether or not that connection remains as good or as bad as its suppose to be is up to you.

BEING THE SUBJECT OF ONE-SIDED CRUSHES -- despite having no experience of romances himself, and oblivious as hell about things related to it, xuanyu’s good looks and the affable disposition that he shows in front of many probably made him one of the most yearned for noble bachelors in the vicinity. unfortunately, none of these one sided crushes have ever come into fruition, and xuanyu might or might not have broken a couple of hearts both intentionally and unintentionally somewhere along the way with his obliviousness.

RIVALS / SUBORDINATES/ SUPERIORS -- despite his affableness, xuanyu will often butt heads with people that he believes aren’t right, or if he disagrees with their ideas, especially when it comes to the yuyan archers or if you are his superior in military. not that he questions your capabilities of course, he just doesn’t like being told what to do, even though he ends up doing it accordingly and well. and he’ll probably make sure you know that he’s not happy with that.

PARTNERS IN CRIME / MAYBE NOT IN CRIME -- there are a lot of things that xuanyu keeps hidden, not just from everyone, but also family. but it is also what enables him to have unlikely partnerships with a lot of people, though keeping it deeply under the wraps is something that he values heavily. his trust is not easily earned, and whether or not he enjoys your partnership enough to continue it is also another thing entirely.

MORAL COMPLEXITIES -- being the subordinate / working closely in the military with xuanyu also means that in one way or another, you are given more insight into the seemingly dutiful and affable eldest of the zhaos. you’ve seen him at his worst, and at his best, quarreled over the niftiest of things to the greatest moral complexities in war--and perhaps you are slowly realizing that perhaps, zhao xuanyu’s moral values don’t seem to align much with what he seemingly portrays himself to be.

RED STRINGS OF FATE -- xuanyu not having experience in love doesn’t mean that he’s incapable of love. in fact -- he’s just never really thought about it in particular detail. he’s either never formed a close enough attachment to someone for such an attraction to occur, or he’s always had something on his mind that takes priority over fiscal things like finding love. you’ve either caught his attention from the get go or he’s found himself having a slow liking for you. i’m also much of an angst lover, so 👀 i believe i’ve pretty much set him up for misunderstandings and lack of communication or maybe even perhaps him falling in love but not saying / confessing himself because of his nature to keep things close to his heart and barred from anyone else. perhaps this red string of fate will crash and burn or consume both of them in flames, or maybe it will be one of gradual longing but never attaining, snipped short by either one of their own doings. who knows? give me moments where xuanyu compromises his morals and does things he usually won’t do all for them!!! but god does he not know how and what is love and i am so ready for him to just be slammed into it without any preparation before hand. of all the things that xuanyu likes to control, romance is probably something he never thought would slip out of his control...

#riseintro #-- 🅼🆄🆂🅴 🅵🅸🅻🅴🆂 -- zhao xuanyu #i'm so excited to be here T-T #pls plot with me ToT #also kdjfg i know..this was supposed to be a short intro...but...i ended up not being able to stop myself i..OTL

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binarystarduet · 4 months

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— Happy Holidays, Bernie!! @handpuppetsbybrett

it wouldn't let me tag your text blog but that's alright! happy molly day, everyone give it up for molly day!! hehehe i love you! everything i want to say is under the cut 🖤

my star crossed best friend,

⟡ I almost don't even know what to say!! I've gushed my heart out to you over and over again, and it remains the same– I love you! You're one of my closest friends in the entire universe and I wouldn't have it any other way. the way we could literally talk for hours, about anything? Text, call, anywhere, anytime! I hope we can hang out again soon, I'm sorry I've been so busy! Maybe we can watch MagiRevo together... maybe the bandori movies if you and Zora haven't gotten to them yet? hehe. speaking of, too, will forever be so crazy the bond we share across our kins as the four of us. like there's vnc, and mygo, and gangstar, sirius, and I'm sure there more to discover!!! it's like fate wanted us to stay friends forever. and who am I to argue with that. I mean, honestly, thank you for staying as long as you have, and for wanting to talk to us more. I can't imagine my life without you or Rey in it and I'm so happy that we met!! I could ramble forever and ever about how amazing you are, how funny and charismatic you are, and how patient and comforting your person is but it's all silly sappy stuff I tell you every day! I just wanted you to know that you're someone so special to me, you always know what to say, you understand me when I don't even get myself, and I appreciate you so so much... have a great holiday this year, I hope you like your gifts!!!!! LOSERRRR

You were quite possibly one of the most difficult to choose kins for, I say this affectionately, because we share so many sources and you are so many of my favorite people and comforts. My theme was "characters I knew you as in another lifetime", and I chose who I chose for that reason! Honorary potentials were Cerberus, Lotte, Crona, Noé, Tomori or PAREO, Luz, Luigi, and Fluttershy! among others. Celeste, what a shining little light you were! Thank you for teaching me new things every time we talked, and for bringing joy to our town or island. wherever you lived, of course. It was always a delight having you around, I know your brother was so proud of you too! you were someowl very special to me. I'd ruffle your feathers if I could, haha. sincerely, that weird human who showed up one day. Hau!! Come here you! I love love looove you so much! I knew you as many, but right now I want to talk to you as Selene. My brother, my best friend in the entire universe, you were one of the first people I met when I moved to Alola, and were definitely my first friend. I have only the fondest memories with you, thank you for being in my life! I hope the sun is shining where you are! and... Kaoruko... so much to say here. You know, I never once held a grudge, well, that is to say maliciously. I wanted you to look my way, acknowledge me, I looked up to you so much, in ways I don't think you ever knew. It motivated me. You were more than family to me, Ruko, you were eternally something that mattered in ways I can't express. I'm so happy that you're in my life, both then and now. Chasing Sirius, but that I'm always right behind you, and that I will find you again and again. I love you, and hope you'll be waiting for me in the future! ♡

bottom text ⟡ Mao 🖤

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Lmao that "oh, I don't care if Fiorito is betraying us, she's not the first and she won't be the last" Incredible

Glad that Feather is getting his chance to punch Ragazzo in the face:)

And

Oh no, the long awaited fight between friends :'(

Poor Cupitan and Tristette

Oh no the inevitable betrayal. Who could have seen this coming etc

Seeing baby Tristette and baby Cupitan side by side, they have a yin yang theme going on, don't they? Both wearing black and white like that. And grown up Cupitan wears mostly white while Tristette is black. It's actually really cool!

And oh damn. Cupitan being in denial and rewriting her own memories. It makes sense, her powers would work like that and why shouldn't she use them, but poor dear :(

God, Ferdinand didn't even clean up the body, that is disgusting

It actually makes sense that Troue would share his visions with people to make sure he's seeing the right person i.e. Kolulu, since he can't remember her, due to his memory thing

No baby Feather and Randall sprites??? We were robbed. Robbed, I say!

Feather is such a Shounen protagonist.

But the transformation was cool. In general it feels like Gbf is getting so much better with their addition of effects like that. It really elevates the visual novel segments

I actually think I have Feather's SSR, this is all looking very familiar

Aaa the babiest of Ragazzos

Also why is this Child Abuse The Story, Jesus Christ

Seriously there's so much child abuse :(

Oh no cool monster designs

Randall ex machina! Good for him!

Cool CG

Yay, gay boys fighting together. As it should be

Ragazzo is so homophobic, telling them to shut up while they're having a moment

"Are the Horoscopes on sale or what?" Wheezing

Glad that the boys managed to figure things out, but how sad that I was betrayed and am totally dead for real :) Oh well

Oh no, Ferdinand, curse your sudden and inevitable betrayal - Actually that was pretty fucked up to do nvm

Tikoh is an icon immediately going for the kill tbh. Cheering for her

And that was the end. Very unsatisfying. Definitely upset now. I hope we get to smash Ferdinand's skull soon :)

Thank you for letting me ramble and goodnight!

tHIS IS SOOO FUNNY, the self awareness is off the charts.

GO RAGAZZO GO!!

and oh god Cupitan and Tristette. here we go :(

what? betrayal? in my betrayal story? :(

good catch on the yin yang designs! yeah they're really like this huh!

But god yeah. the reveal of Cupitan's denial just really broke my heart. she tried to cope hard but god :(

KILL FERDINAND KILL KILL MAIM.

and yeah that makes tons of sense :( poor Troue though, but i'm glad he finds way to work around his issue.

ROBBED. AGREED. i want to see them babies :(

Feather iss SUCH a Shounen Protagonist you're so right. and yeah the transformation was really cool and i agree!! Granblue really polished this with time to really play with the VN format as much as possible to really utilize it to the maxium and that's so cool, i love to see how late-events granblue plays with it.

ouugh nice for Feather's SSR.

BABIEST RAGAZZO :((((

Yeah this really is Child Abuse: the Event, all of them have tragedies in their past, especially as children, most of them went through abuse, and then you have Ragazzo in particular and all you can do is stare in horrror while just. worse and worse things happen to him :(

Cool monster design indeed though :( Ragazzo………

RANDALL EX MACHINA HELL YEAH SO PROUD OF HIM!!!!

nods nods hell yeah, side by side, as they should be. so emo about it. Ragazzo c'm'on, we've waited for it all event, just let them have their moments.

THIS QUOTE IS SO GOOD.

ahah yeah we're totally dead and betrayed and Fio would just never find a loophole because she cares so much right <3

I love the final battle between Randall&Feather/Ragazzo, how it's all about Ragazzo keeping his walls up until they finally manage to connect together. It was heartbreaking to see Ferdinand come and betray him like this, and the reveals of just All The Abuses just made it so much worse. I think like. him betraying Ragazzo is expected in a sense, we don't trust Ferdinand here. But the way he did it, and the way Ragazzo answered to the Horrors just by saying he wishes Ferdinand had pat him on the head and told him he did good? I'm going to kill Ferdinand myself with my own bare hands.

TIKOH ABSOLUTE ICON. We love one revengeful Erune who totally deserves to maim and kill that man.

HELL YeAH! you still have the "Observation" bonus story that serves as an epilogue with some more lore and plot there though ;D

but YEAH LET'S KILL FERDINAND ALL TOGETHER! i will not rest until i can be sure this man is dead and burried. I'm all for redeeming evil characters but Ferdinand is where i draw the line, i want him torn to shred. I want to redeem Ragazzo though :(

And i'm very grateful you did ramble!! i love Marionette Stars and i'm really happy to have seen your thoughtprocess going through it, so thank you very much <333

good night to you too!! take care ;D

#ichareply #ichafantalks gbf #ichablogging vinweap #anonymous

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sdvharveybby · 3 years

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How the Bachelors handle farm work

So, I got the inspiration of this from the parking lot of Walmart. Don’t ask- I don’t know.

Also, these are hella long but I just LOVED writing this. I really did- they all are just so cute. I hope y’all enjoy reading this!!

Alex

Ever just wanted to move a straight up cow? Then boy do I have the man for you!!

Honestly, because Alex trains so much he has the stamina and strength of a bull. He will help you move anything you need him to for as long as you need him too. Hay bales? He’s got it. You need help hoeing, planting seeds, and watering? Literally no problem. Because he hasn’t been so big on book learning- he loves learning through his physical strength. He loves when you teach him the basics of crop growing and how to properly take care of animals, and once you teach him- you can just let him run wild. He’ll then realize how physically stressing your job is and will soon put ‘working on the farm’ as part of his regiment. (Plus seeing him chop down trees shirtless isn’t such a bad sight, heh heh.)

You soon realize that he just loves all the cows. He moo’s back to tease them almost all the time, but genuinely enjoys feeding them and giving them pats on the head. His favorite way of showing off to you is going, “Hey, honey!” when you turn around, you’re always surprised to see him just holding a calf in his arms. His beaming smile makes your heart flutter.

Alex is always willingly to help you out on the farm in any way he can- sometimes you don’t know if it’s because he loves you or it’s because he thinks of it as training. With time though, you see that it’s actually both. He loves when you ask him for help because he enjoys knowing that you depend on him too and showing off his muscles in some way just makes him smile. He loves making you laugh, so while you take care of the chickens- he likes to make funny voices for the cows.

His constant help on the farm and his drive to make you laugh, has you loving him even more.

Sam

Sam doesn’t know a whole lot about farming, but he absolutely loves working with the animals. I’d imagine goats would be his favorite because they’re just so weird. I mean, he’s fascinated by the fact that they just want to eat everything in sight- soley because they can and that they don’t know any better.

Another reason Sam loves working with the animals is that once he realizes they’re safe and relatively easy to handle- he brings Vincent along to show him how to pet and take care of the animals. Sometimes you’ll see Penny, Vincent, and Jas on a field trip to the farm so that Sam can actually be a guide to them (of course Jas also gets the opportunity of showing off what she knows since she lives on a farm herself.)

There is nothing more wholesome than seeing Sam’s goofy smile when working with the kids. He loves feeling like he’s a part of the children’s lives and enjoys teaching them lifelong lessons.

Although… Seeing him fighting the goats as they try and eat his shirt is one of the funniest parts of your day. You can’t help but laugh as you watch him tell the goats to, “F*CK OFF!” (only sometimes do you actually help him.)

Sebastian

Sebastian wasn’t to keen on helping you out on the farm when you first asked for his help. “I’ll just screw things up.” He kept saying to you, but one day, as a present you give him a pure black egg with freckles on it. You tell him that it’s a very special looking chicken that’s hard to obtain, but that when it grows up it’s black. Oh man. When you told him this, he was ALL about this chicken. He placed the egg in the incubator and every single day- he would check up on it until it hatched.

The chicken and him were absolutely inseparable. You’d find him talking to himself all throughout the day until you find out that he puts the little chick in his sweatshirt pocket and literally carries it around everywhere with him. He shows off his little chick to everyone he knows- what made the chicken and him even closer was that people were just as weirded out by the chicken as they were of Sebastian. “I want to call my chicken, Midnight” He explains one day, “I actually feel like Midnight understands me as much as you do.”

Sure, Sebastian wasn’t great help with any of the other tasks on the farm, but the fact that he gives you the biggest, goofiest looking smile whenever he holds Midnight- it makes it all worth it. You’re happy that you could give Sebastian something to look forward to each and every day. It’s not long until you have a pet bed in your own house- just for Midnight, but you can’t complain. Seeing Sebastian smile as often as he had been was enough for you.

Harvey

The physical work was not Harvey’s specialty. After trying to assign him different tasks- you figured that you should let Harvey do what he wanted to do. After all, you married the goofball because you enjoyed his independent and nurturing side. (Getting patched up or given a deep tissue massage after a long day was wonderful.)

It wasn’t until you saw him grumbling over some paperwork that you asked him what he was doing, “I know I don’t have the endurance and strength to help you out on the farm, but I wanted to help you out at least in some way.” When he hands you the papers- you find out that he had been tallying every single expense made on the farm. In short, he decided he wanted to handle all of the farms finances whilst also checking crop prices each season and dating them back through the years to see what crops made the most money. “Grow potatoes in Spring, blueberries in Summer, and cranberries in the Fall.” He started, “As you can see here-“ and that’s where you lost him. Going through all the numbers made your head spin, but the fact that he did this all on his own and that he wanted to do it gave you so much relief. After a flurry of kisses- he was happy to know that he was doing a good thing.

Although you also find that when you patch up the Greenhouse- he gets excited. You find out that the expansive farm was just overwhelming to him and he didn’t want to get sunburned or heat exhaustion (which happened to you often.) You give him the territory of the Greenhouse and tell him, “Just work on it on the days you want too. You’re not required to do anything.”

You soon find it extremely touching though when he routinely presents you with flowers that he grew himself. He explains that he only wanted the Greenhouse to gift you flowers all year long.

Elliot

Elliot finds the farm relaxing and fascinating. Having only lived on the beach- the farm was an entirely new territory that he got to explore. Every day, you’d find breakfast on the table with a note on it. You understood the general theme within each note being about ‘beauty’. He’d ask you the same question every day once you finished reading it, “Do you understand it yet?” What does he mean by ‘yet’, you wonder? Sheepishly you finally understood what every single note meant, and he was writing about you the whole time. When tiny snowflakes covered your hair in the Winter when you came in in the evening to how the sunlight glistened on your skin in the Summer. You finally get that his real fascination was watching and admiring you while you worked.

That’s not to say that he didn’t help you sometimes. Working on the farm humbled him greatly and inspired him to continuously write every single day. Before you knew it- he had multiple books published that became successful, all because he had you and your farm as inspiration.

His biggest physical help on the farm was taking care of the plants that grew each of the three seasons. He loved working on the farm with you because his enjoyment was discovering the new leaves that grew over night- or that a flower would bud on the potatoes. He was routinely in awe at the new discoveries in plant life that he couldn’t give it up. You would give him a section of the farm to take care of- only come to find out that when you finished your section, he was too distracted by about the third plant that you would have to finish it for him. He would always profusely apologize about it, but you found it touching that even something as simple as a plant was just so exciting to him.

Sometimes he looked like a little kid- mouth agape and eyes sparkling when he’d see a plant, he personally took care of growing bigger and bigger. As a gift, you gave him planters so he could better watch the plant life grow. His big, sweet smiles stick in your mind, making you smile too. He was just too cute.

Shane

You expected him to basically fight you over the chicken coop. But with everything that Shane had been through- you didn’t want to stand in the way of what made him happy. He complained about his body a lot, but you will never see this man run harder just to tell you that a new chick hatched overnight. You’d find yourself just watching him as he would chase the chickens around the pen only to then get swarmed by them- knocking him in on his ass every time. You would just laugh amongst all the bawking as he’d try to free himself. Now, he never hurt a chicken, and they’ve never hurt him- they just swarm him because they want too. It’s like one minute you’re watering your crops, just to turn and hear him scream as a mass of feathers cover him. You’d wash his clothes and routinely find feathers stuck in his pockets- you decided to collect them. One day you’ll make fun of him for it or cover the entire side of his bed with them. The feather prank was all in your hands.

Now, you thought he just had an affection for the birds until you get him to talk about them. Shane knows EVERYTHING about chickens- when’s the best time to feed them, what to feed them, how much to feed them, how to take care of their feathers, how to handle an egg-bound chicken, how to care for newly hatched chicks- this man knew everything. It wasn’t long until he knew the exact spot each chicken loved to be scratched at. He’d explain that every chicken had a different spot that they loved being petted at- it was mind boggling.

Now Jas knew a whole lot about farming, but Shane would consistently bring her to the farm. She loved it too! Jas got to see Shane genuinely happy all the time and it brought her a lot of comfort to see him mess with the chickens (and the chickens mess with him back.) She was so happy to know that Shane was content and satisfied with his life now- instead of lonely and depressed. He expressed joy, and even to Jas- Shane was teaching her new things about chickens every time she came over. She’s smart, but there were things that he shows her that blows her mind.

Through it all- you knew Shane wouldn’t be big on helping out on the farm, but you knew if you could get him in the chicken coop, it would make him undeniably happy. That was enough for you- you didn’t marry him to make him work on the farm- you married him because of his goof ball smile and nerdy talk about chickens and it made you so so happy.

It also helped that he could take a joke and that you two could tease each other- filling his side of the bed with feathers cracked you up at the twisted face he gave. He was happy, and that made you happy.

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years

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writing request for whenever: Laken and Chris go to a dinosaur museum/exhibit

CW: Referenced past pet whump, mentioned negative stimming resulting in self-injury, pet whump (different character) with intimate whumper, grief, referenced parental death, trauma response, brief reference to true crime

Timeline: Chris is 25 years old in this piece

Rafael (Raf) first appears, unnamed, in this drabble from Chris’s early college days

Laken’s hand is warm in his, their fingers intertwined, as they stand underneath the hanging bones of an enormous ancient thing like a whale but entirely unlike it, too. Chris closes his eyes, swaying lightly side to side, humming softly as he imagines it, rows of teeth with some as big as his hand, moving through oceans older than anything he can imagine, chasing down prey.

The sun shines in through the all-glass windows that make up the other side of the atrium, warming against his shirt without prickling his skin. The lights are far up and away, and the sunlight is stronger.

“Wow,” Laken murmurs, and he glances over at them to see their chin tipped back, liquid dark eyes focused on the recreated bones not so far above their head. “I’ve never been here before. Have you?”

Chris feels the hint of pain at the question, and for once it’s not in his head from memories but simply the aftermath of what he knows. “Yeah,” He answers, voice low and soft. “With my, my dad and mom. Long, um, a, a long time ago.”

Laken’s expression shifts, too, and they wince. “Sorry. I didn’t think about-”

“No,” Chris says, insists really, giving their hand a squeeze. They squeeze back, looking him over with the face they make when they’re reading his expression. He knows it’s going to happen for a while - the cut across his forehead is still bright and obvious against pale skin, although the one on his cheek is nearly healed up and gone. They’re searching, now, for signs it’ll happen again - that he’ll pull back into his head again, maybe take longer to come back out this time.

It’s-... it’s funny, now that he has the memories, he can remember his mother worrying over it, too. And his father’s soft reminders that the worry wouldn’t fix him, because fixing wasn’t what needed done.

It’s funny. To have been told no one loved him, and that was why he had to be remade into a pet, a sort of breathing toy, only to have it all break through with the constant reminders of what a fucking lie that had been.

He’s been reading about people who were kidnapped, lately. Staying up with Wikipedia open on his phone finding names and faces. The girl in Utah, the ones in Ohio, the boy in Nevada, that guy from the famous billionaire logging family who disappeared in California... all of them say, they told us we weren’t wanted by anyone else, for anything else. After a while, we believed them. What else could we do?

It’s... soothing, almost. They weren’t drugged to make it happen, but it did, anyway. It wasn’t Chris’s fault - there was no way he could have kept himself.

But getting all of it back came at the cost of scaring everyone who loves him now, leaving them all worried he’ll hurt himself again.

He doesn’t think there’s anything else in there that can hurt any more than what’s already come out from behind the flat, cold white light in his mind. But they’re not certain.

“Don’t worry,” Chris says, tilting his head and giving them a smile. “I’m, I’m, I’m okay, Laken. I promise. I, I, I, I-I-I like thinking ab, about them now.”

“Well... good. Okay. Just, let me know if I cross a line, okay?”

“I, I will.”

Laken gives his hand another squeeze and steps away to read a freestanding plaque below the bones of the belly of the creature over their heads. Chris picks up the feather necklace he’s always wearing, moving himself over to look outside, at the brilliant green lawn, the landscaping studded with blooming tulips along the walkway. There are plastic sculptures of dinosaurs out there, and Chris watches a little girl in a dinosaur-themed dress and leggings clamber up on one, giggling as she sits on the triceratops like she’s riding it and her father looks on, amused, nearby.

The world feels strange and thin, for just a moment. He feels like he’s on the other side of a wall, and if he took a hammer to it he could step through and see himself, small and gangly and young, his mother nearby with a giant purse full of all the things he might need, her jaw set and ready to fight a battle on his behalf. One she didn’t always have to fight - but she was ready for it, anyway.

His eyes roam the green area outside, scanning, looking over every child, every parent, every friend. He’s looking for her, he realizes, his hand squeezing tight around the plastic feather, rubbing his thumb hard over the vanes. He’s looking to see if she’ll be there, ten years after she was gone.

If all he’ll have to do is look hard enough, and she won’t be dead, she’ll be here, ready to load Tristan into the car to get his chicken nugget kids’ meal and go home.

If he only looks hard enough-

“What’s this one, sir?” The voice is soft, sweetly charming, and sends a chill up Chris’s spine with its perfect familiarity. Not that he’s ever heard this voice before - but he knows the tone, the way of rounding your mouth around each syllable, the subtle flirtation built into each word.

His heart stops beating - and then starts again, as he slowly turns to look over his shoulder.

Laken is across the room, now, off to one side. He can see their black hair, the way they stand with one hip slightly out is as familiar to him as his own skin. The soft blue sweater they’re wearing over black jeans and boots is his, they pulled it on this morning with a laugh when he said it looked better on them. He’s wearing one of their shirts over his compression shirt, fair’s fair, sweetheart, you get mine if I get yours. They’d laughed and said he looked so good in t-shirts for bands he never listened to. They’d both laughed.

Between him and his partner, though, is a couple - an older man with a much younger one. It’s the younger man who spoke.

The older man has a hand at the small of the younger man’s back, casually possessive, but it’s the black leather collar worn openly around the young man’s neck that catches Chris’s breath. He can almost feel the constriction around his own throat. Can almost feel the breath against the back of his neck as it’s buckled there, safe and sound, the collar means-

The collar-

The older man frowns, looking up at a large predator skeleton, then down at the plaque in front of it. “ Ac-... Arcanthosaurus,” He says, confidently mispronouncing the name. Chris knows how to say it. He knows exactly what it is. He could say everything on that plaque without looking. Therpopod, Early Cretaceous, fossils found primarily in Oklahoma, Texas, and... somewhere else, Colorado or Wyoming. He could describe its habitat, its likely diet, what its life looked like from birth to death.

The man says the name wrong, and his pretty pet, illiterate and dependent on him for every scrap of knowledge, doesn’t know any better. He only smiles and says, “That’s a pretty name.” He sounds satisfied.

But Chris sees his dark eyes flicker to the plaque and away, the curiosity quickly stifled and shoved down. He’s seen Kauri do the same thing, force himself into safe ignorance to avoid asking too many questions. He’s seen himself do it. He’s seen them all do it, if they weren’t allowed to read, to know, to ask, to think.

The younger man, Chris’s own age, has close-cropped black hair and wears a black shirt and pants clearly tailored to skim, to fit tightly without being indecent. To be a show of wealth without being ostentatious. That’s when it clicks - he’s seen the pet before, in a cafe with his friends.

The younger man must feel someone looking at him, because for just a moment, his head turns and he looks right at Chris. Their eyes meet, and Chris knows the man recognizes - if not him, then what he was, what he used to be - in a second.

The pet mouths, hi, and tries for a slight smile. He lifts one hand, just a little, and his fingers move in a slight wave.

And Chris had pretended not to see, hunched down in his seat with his heart racing until the two were gone. What were the odds he’d see the same one again? What were the fucking odds, he’d get to be a coward again, to hide from his own life. What were he odds he’d see one here?

Chris had forgotten the museums are all pet-friendly if you call ahead. So many of the places he goes now aren’t.

Suddenly, he wants to leave, to never come back, not to let the reality of his life intrude on the moment where he’d been so, so close to the memory of his mother, had nearly seen her on the grass.

“Stay here, Raf, I’m going to step over to the water fountain.” The older man kisses the younger man’s cheek, and they smile at each other, but Chris knows a pet’s smile when he sees one. He’s made the same expression, again and again, felt the snap of white-hot pain on his back or his hands whenever it wasn’t believable enough for the handler staring down at him.

The older man walks away.

For the second time, Chris is faced with the same pet standing alone in a room of people, the two of them know each other in a way no one else here ever could, not really, not without losing it all, too.

He takes a breath.

Raf - the pet - turns to look out the window at the sunlight, and for the second time in his life, Chris meets eyes with a stranger who is, in many ways, exactly like him.

The pet maybe doesn’t recognize him - without his long hair, and they only saw each other once - but he recognizes something, because his expression changes. Chris isn’t the only one staring - there are children asking soft questions in stage-whispers who are admonished by their parents, older kids staring openly in silence, two adults who see Raf and just as quickly leave the room.

In a wide, round room full of people, Raf is utterly isolated from all of them, from anyone but the man who keeps him. Chris knows the feeling.

He tells himself to move. All that happens is that he pulls on the feather necklace so hard the cord snaps, comes free, and he stares down at it, before slowly raising his eyes again.

The pet gives him a faint, sad smile.

He mouths, hi.

It’s a circle.

Somewhere just behind him, he feels the warmth of her, a hand around his shoulder. His eyes blur with tears. She’s so close, here. With the world she brought him out into comes all his memories of her, crowding in on him. Kisses to his forehead, a hand to check for a fever, arms around him to block out the heavy weight and shrieking noise of a hungry world with its jaws open to hurt him.

He can feel her hands on either side of his face, leaning her forehead to his, whispering, you’re okay, Tris, we’re going to get out of here and somewhere quiet, you’re okay. Just hold onto me.

Just hold on.

She’s so close.

He can hear her, feel her. If he could just move the right way, she wouldn’t be dead at all. If he could just undo everything, if he could fix his mistakes, if he could stay still in the closet and hide just right, if he does it just right nobody has to die and he doesn’t have to lose them and no one has to die-

One step, and then another. His mother’s voice, not forgotten, although blurred by time and loss. That’s how we start, Tris. One step, and then another. You can do this. I’m right here if you need me, but listen - you won’t. You’ve got this, baby. They’re going to love you, all those kids in there.

How, how, how, how, how can you, what if they, they don’t-

They will.

But-

One step, Tris, and then another. We’ve done it all that way, and we’ll do this that way, too.

He looks back at the green grass outside, the courtyard with the playing children and watching parents, the faint sounds of their happiness through the glass. Her hand is at his back, and Chris takes one step, and then another. His heart is in his throat, his hands shaking, his stomach is twisted in knots and a cold brick of ice inside him.

One step, and then another.

She’s so close, and if he does this just right, she’ll find him and take him home.

No.

She’s already here, no matter where he goes. Home is Jake, and Laken, and Antoni, and Kauri, and Nat. Home isn’t a place, it’s people, and he’s his mother’s home, now, the place where she lives after she’s gone.

He closes the distance between them, and stops next to the pet, holding the broken feather necklace in his hand still. The weight of the sun on his back is warm, and not too heavy.

They stand next to each other, and he looks just to the side of the pet’s eyes, focused on something else, to avoid the way looking right at him would overwhelm, be too much to take.

“You were one,” Raf says, in a low voice, sounding stunned. “But you’re not... not now.”

Chris inhales, slowly. His body screams at him to run, to move, and his mind demands he be silent, be still. Instead, he rocks, forward and back, feels the air move around him. Reminds himself he could do - could be - anything with his body that he wants to, now.

And maybe this pet can, too.

“I, I, I named myself, um, Chris,” He whispers, hoarsely.

“He calls me Rafael,” The pet replies, and his eyes move over Chris’s face. There’s an expression Chris can’t read well there, a subtle desperate want, but expressions are hard for Chris and right now the static crackling in his mind, the trains of his thought careening wildly around each other, make it even harder. “I would have liked to name myself.”

One step, his mother says, urging him into the gym, where some other kids are already doing backflips and tumbling on mats. One step and then another.

“You can... can do that. If you, um, if, if, if you-you... run.”

“I-... I couldn’t do that.” The pet looks off to the side, but his owner is still in the bathroom. There’s fear in his voice - that Chris can read without trying. Fear, he knows so well. “Where would I go?”

Chris manages a faint, thin smile. He wants to shake apart. He settles for holding out the feather. “Home,” He whispers.

Come on, Tris. You can do this. I believe in you.

“Home is-”

“Home is, is, isn’t this. It isn’t-... it, it, it isn’t him. It’s not an, any of, of, of of of them.”

“But-”

“5-5-5,” Chris says softly. Sweat sticks his compression shirt to his back, cold trickles down the back of his neck. His heart pounds so hard his lungs have no room for air, his voice is breathless, barely even a whisper, now. “7-2-3-3. They’ll, they’ll help you. Call them.”

Rafael looks down at the feather, and slowly takes the soft purple silicone into his hand, rubbing his fingers over the carved plastic, then looks back up. “I love him,” He says, softly. “I was-”

“Made for, for him,” Chris finishes, not wanting to hear it in the other pet’s voice. Hating the idea that they both know every single phrase by heart, forever, and they can’t undo that. “But... I was, was, was, too. And I’m not, now.”

Rafael slides the feather into his back pocket, looking to the side, at the pristine, cloudless blue sky visible above the courtyard through the thick glass. “5-5-5,” He says, softly, “7-2-3-3.”

“Call,” Chris says, his voice failing him as his fear keeps rising. He has to swallow and steady himself to speak again. “Someone... somebody, somebody l-loved you.”

“But-”

“They, they, they lied to us.” It feels so weird to say it out loud, but he does. He can’t stop himself. “They lie to, to, to to-... to-to... to us all. Someone, somebody loved you.”

He has to go, he can’t be still a second longer, and he walks away without waiting for a response. His timing is perfect - he steps up to Laken just as the pet’s owner comes back from the restroom, sweeping past Chris - pretty but scarred, nothing special, please god don’t look at me - and moving back to Rafael, who smiles up at him with the same perfect, pristine affection Chris has seen in himself and in Kauri and in every single one of the ones like them.

Practiced at the edge of a knife, the lash of a whip, the crack of a cane, until they can turn it on and off on command, at will, whenever they need the smile to keep themselves safe.

Laken turns to him as he stops next to them, looking him over, eyebrows furrowing slightly. “You okay? Oh, hey, your feather’s gone. What happened?”

He allows himself a glance over his shoulder, sees the pet and his owner moving to another room, walking together. The hand at the small of Rafael’s back.

The broken cords from the necklace just barely visible sticking out of his pocket before Chris watches him push them further in to hide them.

“I, I, I gave it to, um, to someone,” He says, turning back to them, leaning over to kiss their cheek, barely a brush. “I, I, I need to go outside. The, um, the everything... can, can we, um, can we go-”

“Yeah, sure. No problem. Do we need to, like, go go, or...”

“No.” Chris looks up at the dinosaur Rafael had been looking at. “Oh, I, I, forgot to tell him it’s acrocanthosaurus.”

“What?”

“Um, noth-... nothing. Let’s, um, let’s go outside for for for a while.”

Laken hand slides back into his and they walk out the opposite door that Rafael went through, Chris’s hand moving to tap on his own hip as he walks, calming himself with each quick rush of sensation.

“Hey, hey Laken?”

“Yeah?”

“Remind me, um, remind me to, to, to-to-to call Nat later. Okay?”

“Sure. Why?”

They walk down a set of stairs, people moving quickly past or around them. He misses the weight of the feather over his chest, but he has more at home. And now there’s a pet with proof, tangible and real, that there’s a life to be made by leaving.

A life worth living.

A life worth running without looking back.

“I, I, I want to tell her to, um, to tell the groups to... to see if someone calls them. I want to, to, to... to know if he does.”

“Who?”

“Um, I’ll, I’ll tell you, you... out, out, outside, okay?”

Somewhere inside him, as his pounding heart calms, his mother says, I’m so proud of you when he tells her that he spoke up.

He knows Nat will say it, too.

They surprise a bird in a burst of red wings out of a bush as they move outside, and Chris watches it fly across the courtyard and disappear into the canopy of a tree.

One step, and then another, to build the man he is out of the boy he was before.

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Love Cuts Deep

Chapter 14- New World Order

Summary: With the world back to it’s usual business, and the Avenger’s base on a long road to recovery. You and Bucky begin a new chapter in Brooklyn, New York City.

Warning: just fluff really, and some spicy talk maybe a little suggestive themes if you will

Masterlist

It’s been about three months since the events leading up to the dusting of Thanos’ whole army and the death of that giant purple bastard. Ninety-one days since Tony Starks funeral, and 2184 hours since your entire world changed for the better.

Although you’d be a sore liar if you said you didn’t miss your old life with everyone at the Avengers Facility. Even with such a dramatic new change to your life now, you miss Natasha, you miss your late night talks with Steve, and maybe you even miss that little shithead raccoon. But there has been an emerging inner peace with what you gained that just about outweighs your heavy losses.

Someone who’s brought you unconditional love and understanding in your blooming state, someone who’s helped to draw your grief and anguish out of your vessel and transform it into something golden and pure. Your sweet Bucky. If someone last year was to claim at this time you’d be living in an apartment in New York with the love of your life. Well, you’d probably have swiftly made them regret it.

But now, things are better, not one hundred percent fantastic and awesome. But so much better then yourself an entire year ago could ever have even imagined. And that’s good enough for you.

Staring intently down at your little houseplant, you gently spray it with a spray bottle before standing back to admire your caretaking skills. Not too bad. Not too bad at all. Face shifting to that of a stern army general, you get down real close to the leaves so that your face is mere inches from the soaked plant, “I hope you drink this up okay? Bucky thinks I’m gonna kill you and I’m not losing that bet to him. No sir, so don’t you die on me.” The tiny fern keeps silent for obvious reasons at your little pep talk, it’s green leaves protruding beautifully outward as you set the spray bottle onto the countertop.

“He’s gonna owe me fifty dollars if you last till October, and I don’t even care about the money. I just want bragging rights.” You whisper before standing up and wandering over to the living room window.

The city lights are glowing vibrantly in the nights atmosphere, cars and people alike traveling down below your apartment building, oblivious to the whereabouts of two Avengers a couple stories above their very heads. Two ex-assissins. Both products of Hydra. Damn you’ve got a loaded history.

“Y/N! Are you coming!” There’s a long pause of silence from your bedroom that causes you to open your mouth to answer, but before you’re able to say anything in reply, Bucky yells out, “Also I can’t find my white t-shirt, do you know where it is?! Actually never mind I’m going shirtless!”

You let out a humored snort before swiftly turning on your heel and walking down the hallway until you finally reach your bedroom door, “You know we have neighbors right?”

Bucky sends you a shy smile as he disappears into the bathroom for something, “I’m sure this place has thick walls.” He says while flipping up the ceramic toilet seat.

“Uh huh.” You mutter unconvinced, deciding to search his drawers for a spare sleeping shirt.

Noticing your snooping, Bucky finishes up before flushing the toilet and wandering out the door until he’s practically leaning against your shoulder, “Don’t you have clothes?” Questions Bucky with a small chuckle as you throw him a look.

“I need ones to sleep in.” You casually protest as he slowly nods, clearly not getting your admittedly vague point.

“Don’t you have one to sleep in?”

Picking out a grey shirt of his, you shut the dresser before taking off yours, “All my shit got destroyed when Thanos blew up the base. So I’m limited with the stuff I did buy.” He watches as you unintentionally flash him before pulling on his sleep shirt, “And I’m not exactly eager to be out and about right now. I’m still getting used to the new amount of people on this planet. Also I don’t like shopping......or people.”

Bucky nods in understanding as he follows you to the bed, though he can’t quit suppress his chuckles, “Okay fine.”

Throwing the blanket back, you raise a brow at him for that humored yet blunt remark, “Did you not want me to take this one?” You ask, speaking like you’re talking to a little puppy just to tease him more.

Rolling his beautiful blues, Bucky gets into bed as you do the same, “No. Its fine, I don’t actually care.”

Chuckling, you move to sit next to him as he lays on his back, “Good. Cause you’re shirtless and I think I like you better that way. Means I can tickle you easier.”

“Don’t you dare tickle me Y/N or I will lock you out of the bathroom again I swear.” Warns Bucky as he quickly pulls the blanket over his muscular body while you start laughing at him.

“I wasn’t gonna do that. No....definitely not.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Huh well, guess you won’t be able to cuddle me then if you don’t trust me...” Throwing the blanket off of him, Bucky quickly engulfs you into his strong arms as you squeak with surprise, pulling you down so that he can be the big spoon for tonight.

“Now you’re trapped.” Mumbles Bucky against your shoulder as his chest pushes at your back when he laughs. He thinks he’s so funny.

Holding his arm that’s pressed against your body, you gently pat it as he hums in content, “Buck, I’m thoroughly enjoying this actually so just keep your arm there, even if it falls asleep you’re not allowed to move it sucker. That’s the rules.”

“Well maybe I like those rules. Sucker.” Chuckles Bucky as you bite your lip to keep from laughing. “Now go to sleep, it’s been a long week.”

“Fine.” You mumble into the darkness as a yawn hits you right after. Soon your breaths become steady and calm as you both lay there for another thirty minutes. You are tired, it’s just, something keeps you awake that just can’t be satisfied if you keep going on like this.

“Hey.” You whisper, he gives a low hum in reply, “Buck, I forgot to tell you I have a cat.”

Opening an eye, he gently squeezes your stomach, “You have a cat? Y/N what....how...uh, where is this cat?

“I gave her to Morgan. So I guess she’s technically not mine anymore, I don’t know. Just felt like telling you that.”

“Thanks for sharing.”

“Anytime.”

The both of you go as silent as ghosts before erupting into a fit of giggles, he buries his face into your hair as his sweet laughter bounces off the walls of your room. Though soon enough does the both of your giggles die down to nothing more then the calming sounds of your breathing.

Your mind dwells with a growing fatigue though your body seems to want something else then slumber, sucking in a soft breath, you hum in thought before whispering, “Bucky.” Just to spark his curiosity.

“Yeah.”

“Uh,” Maybe you shouldn’t be asking this and just let him sleep, “how tired are you?” You ask him anyways.

He pauses for a moment before slowly answering with a mumbled, “Tired.”

You hum in acknowledgment, voice low as you answer him, “oh okay.” Immediately sparking his interest.

“Why?” Asks Bucky, intrigued with your slightly disappointed response.

“Nothing, you said you’re tired so we can sleep.”

Bucky’s head rises off of the pillow as he leans over you to try and look at your face, “Well now I wanna know so tell me.” States Bucky in curiosity before catching himself, eyes softer now, “Please.”

Sighing, you purse your lips together, knowing he’s still leaned against your shoulder but deciding to spill anyways as you half-sheepishly whisper, “I’m kinda horny.”

“Kinda?” Chuckles Bucky in an almost teasing manner as you snort.

“Listen you little shithead, I know we did it the other day but I haven’t had sex in five goddamn years give me a break for being a bit horny despite my sleepiness.” You sass, “I’m just, I’ve been feeling a lot of things since you’ve come back. And I yunno, didn’t wanna come off too strong at first so...uh...yeah.”

Bucky hums in thought, “Right, right....yeah.”

Maybe he is too tired? You let out a little huff of slight embarrassment before turning your head to face him better, “It’s just how I’m feeling right now but if you’re too tired that’s really fine with me okay Buc...oh uh...mhmm...” Your worries lost to the wind as his fingers begin slipping underneath your shirt, plush lips pressing feather light kisses against your neck to shut you up from your restless mind. His digits graze over your hardened nibble before Bucky pulls your body flush to his, stubbled chin pressed against your shoulder as he plants a tiny kiss there.

You smile into the darkness when his kisses trail up from from your shoulder to your neck and finally your cheek, he slowly turns you onto your back as his lips plant butterfly kisses all over your face as you begin chuckling at how undeniably adorable he’s being right now. Mhmm hmm you could get used to this.

His arms slip from out of your sleep shirt, soon trapping you to the bed as he hovers over your heavenly vessel, granting you with a plethora of lovely kisses all over your heated skin like he’s exploring you for the first time all over again. Your hands instinctively trail through his shortened dark locks while he draws your legs apart with his muscular torso, doing everything to further spark your growing excitment.

Tonight will indeed be wonderful.

——

Waking up from out of a decently pleasant slumber, you suck in a deep breath to awaken the senses for the day, hands feeling around the rumpled up sheets for your snuggle buddy only to find nothing but an empty bedside. He’s gotten unbelievably good at sneaking out of bed it’s honestly one of the most impressive things he can do.

Your eyes scan the semi-closed window shades to reveal a glowing darkness, it’s only 5:00am, and you know exactly where he’s gone off to even after keeping him up for half the night. Instantly you’ve slipped out of bed, not bothering to turn on the lights as you quietly wander down the hallway until you reach the living room.

Past the small kitchen, and to the left of the single lounge chair, there he is. Snoozing like a meaty log of pure muscle and Vibranium as he lays on a thin blanket flush against the hardware floor. Another blanket covering his lower half as he shifts a bit in his sleep, he’s restless. Your eyes soften at your lover, he’s been doing this recently since Steve left and the world sucked Bucky back into reality. You’ve had plenty of time to adjust of course, but for Bucky, he’s had three months since you two parted from the comfort of Wakanda to live in America as part-time Avengers.

Technically he’s only free from the government and jail time for that matter because he was pardoned by the president and thus was forced to agree upon attending mandated therapy for everything the Winter Soldier did in the past. While you on the other hand were pardoned for war crimes and your involvement with the terrorist organization Hydra because of your status as an Avenger.

Also you’re technically only still allowed to live in the United States because you live with Bucky, who is conveniently from America, so you get a free pass as long as you two plan on residing under the same roof. So it works out for you.

Suddenly his labored breaths quicken and a second later he jolts awake, now drawing himself into a seated position as little beads of sweat shine in the light of the glowing television screen that shows some unimportant sports game.

His chest rises and falls before his blue eyes blink back the vivid fuzziness of his latest nightmare, gaze slowly shifting over to you once he realizes another body is near him. When his irises catch you in the full glow of the tv, he immediately lowers his head in slight embarrassment.

“Did I wake you up again?” Mutters Bucky, almost sounding like he’s mad at himself for letting you find him like this once more.

Shaking your head, you swiftly move to seat yourself at his level before leaning your back against the lounge chair, “You never wake me up Bucky, I think I have a sixth sense for you or something cause when you leave I just know.” You chuckle lightly as he shifts himself closer to you, “Also I miss you next to me.”

His head presses against the corner of the chair as he leans down to leave a light kiss on your shoulder, “I’m sorry. I just.....I don’t want to startle you when I’m having a nightmare and wake up, well, like that.”

Turning to face him, you reach a comforting hand up to gently run it through his shortened dark hair, “You can’t scare me off that easily Barnes. I could probably be classified as the monster under your bed if we’re talking about scary things at night.”

He reveals the ghost of a smile while leaning into your touch, “I know Y/N, it’s just not fair that I do this more then I should. You shouldn’t have to wake up all alone after living like that for five fucking years....I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“oh James..” You whisper while scooting closer so that your bent knees are against his own, hand now snaked down so that you can intertwine your hands with his, “...it’s not your fault the nightmares are coming back. And as much as I miss having you near me, sometimes we all need our space when things get internally rough. I get it, believe me. But don’t ever feel sorry okay? You have nothing to say sorry for, at least not to me alright?”

Bucky nods, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze while he shows the flash of a smile, “Okay.” Whispers Bucky, eyes falling down to your intertwined fingers before he finds your gaze once more, “Let’s go to bed, the sun will be up soon and I have a therapy session today.”

“Therapy is good for you Bucky.”

He rolls his eyes as you laugh at his annoyed expression, “You are my therapy.” Protests your lover before standing and pulling you up with him.

Hugging his torso affectionately, you smirk up at him, “Wrong answer James.” Holding back a genuine grin, he simply leans down to press his lips against yours. Doing his best to shut you up from further mentioning his required therapy sessions that he absolutely loathes to attend.

——

Hands stuffed deep within your jacket pockets, you wander in step with Bucky who brushes his right arm against yours every couple of steps on the cement sidewalk of Brooklyn. You patiently waited the full forty-five minute session for him, knowing all too well that the second he walked out of there and saw your beautiful face. He’d be significantly less grumpy then before, just as you’d suspected.

Turning your head to face him, he keeps looking straight ahead though he’s aware enough to know you’re about to say something about the session, “You didn’t mention the nightmares did you.” Bucky huffs, annoyed at getting so easily caught by your observant intellect about him. You can read him like a book.

“No.” A blunt answer, he knows there’s no point in lying. “She thinks I need to call more people. Be more social or something.....it’s stupid.” He grumbles to himself though your ears catch it all the same.

You hum in agreement, “Well it wouldn’t kill you to call Sam, I know he tries to text you sometimes...”

“Does he text you?”

“Yeah.” You reply before playfully nudging his arm, “And unlike you, I answer. He’s just a concerned friend, which is nice, you need those kind of people.”

“I don’t need anyone but you Y/N. I’m good, really.”

Rolling your eyes, you snort as he throws you a half offended look, “Babe, I love you. But it’s admittedly a good thing to have other friends other then me. I know this from experience as we both know, so, give him a call sometime okay? For me.”

“Ugh, fine.” He begrudgingly mutters, “But only for you, that’s it.” Smiling brightly at him, you’re about to add something else when the sounds of your friend Yori rings loud in the bustle of the city as he argues with his annoyance of a neighbor, Unique. Something about trash and putting it in the wrong bin.

Bucky soon comes to the rescue and quickly puts an end to the argument before Yori decides to throw hands and gets himself in trouble. The stubborn old man gives up on his yelling and soon Bucky is able to convince him to get lunch with the two of you.

To the sushi place you go.

“Nobody made it past 90 this week.” Says Yori sadly as you lean against Bucky’s shoulder to catch a glimpse of the newspaper that he’s holding in one hand while you use your chopsticks to stuff a chunk of sushi in your mouth.

“So young. Such a shame.” Mutters Bucky with a shake of his head while he takes another bite of his meal.

“You guys didn’t order the usual, huh? Feeling a little adventurous?” Smiles Leah as you take a sip of your water, she loves when you three come in during her shift. Honestly she’s heard a lot of your complaining over the last couple weeks, though it’s usually just about some city annoyance since you don’t want to scare her off with all the real shit you’ve dealt with. You’re trying to make friends after all.

You acknowledge her with a raise of your drink before setting it on the glass counter, “Oh yeah, I like to live a little on the wild side..” You add with a laugh, “..unfortunately I tend to drag them along with me.”

Yori nods, “I enjoy the adventure.” Before pointing to Bucky, “It’s him right here who is scared of getting his feet wet.”

Leah laughs at the adorably confused face of Bucky as he sends the old man a look while you snicker in amusement. “Yori.” Warns Bucky without an once of aggression while you give his shoulder a gentle squeeze of affection.

“What?” Protests Yori, “I am right and you know it. Y/N am I not right?”

“Oh, you’re definitely not wrong.” Bucky pouts as you give his stumbled cheek a light peck, eyes set back onto your delicious sushi as he pretends to be annoyed by you and and Yori’s teasing.

The three of you continue to chomp down on your weekly lunch days meal at the usual sushi spot for another minute longer. Yori’s eyes suddenly sparking with a thought that you know he’s absolutely not going to keep to himself.

“You know what?” Whispers Yori as he leans in closer to Bucky, quit obviously pointing a finger towards you though you simply ignore them as he continues, “You better treat your woman well okay? She’s a good one...Ah I have a perfect idea. You go on a date, like dancing or....or, bingo.” Suggests the old man as your smile grows.

Bucky’s brows furrow as he whispers back, “We’re already dating.”

Yori nods, “You misunderstand my point, you must keep the flame going always okay? Very important, very important. When was the last time you gave her flowers huh? Went to the park? Whooed her..”

“I bought her a plant.” Says Bucky defensively as he side eyes you, “I, I whoo her.”

The old man smiles, “Good, good. That’s how you keep them around for a long time. Don’t forget that, I know what I’m talking about.”

“I’m sure you do.” Mumbles Bucky as you suppress the urge to laugh at their adorable conversation about how to treat a significant other right. That significant other being you.

——

Seated crisscrossed on the wooden floor of yours and Bucky’s shared apartment, a single thin blanket underneath you, your eyes squint suspiciously at Bucky like you don’t believe a single thing he’s saying. He’s seated on a pillow across the small coffee table, raising a dark brow at you while he holds back a growing smirk.

Your eyes soon shift down to the board before slowly trailing over his forced stoic face, “Well, Mr. Barnes....you’re a strong captain I’ll admit. But I am a skilled sea traveler of my own. E7.” His blue irises flicker down to his board, expression shifting ever so slightly in irritation, you got him.

Biting his lip, his hands move from behind the plastic board of the game that you can’t see, “How about that.” States Bucky with a genuinely impressed nod, “You sunk my battleship.”

Instantly your hands ball into fists, “Yessss.” You whisper joyously as your eyes squint in happiness for your first ever win against the literal master of Battleship. “Ha ha sucker! I won! I fucking won!” You shout with passion as he leans back on one arm to watch you jump up into a theatrical victory dance. God he loves you so much. You dangerous little goofball.

Swinging your arm dramatically in a circle, you shake your hips before winding down your dramatics to wander on over to Bucky who’s still seated on the floor, shimmering blues never leaving yours. Smirking victoriously, you crouch down to meet his humored gaze, “I think I deserve a prize.....and by prize I mean you get me those gummy worm things from the corner store. I deserve it after all.”

He tilts his head, the corners of his mouth rising as his eyes flicker to your lips for a brief moment, “Do you now?” He smiles lovingly though a sudden mischief sparkles in his eyes.

“Yes. This was the first time I ever won so I definitely deserve some type of reward for my efforts.” You state justly, eyes narrowing as you add, “Or I will battle you, and I’m not talking about the game.”

Bucky tilts his head up, an alluring smile playing at his plush pink lips while his eyes flicker to your mouth once again, oh he is certainly not going to get you naked in an attempt at swaying your mind from those gummies. You’re an ex-assassin who deserves some damn gummies every once in awhile. And his ass is gonna get you them, it’s only fair after all.

“Y/N.” Coos Bucky in that sultry voice of his, metal hand reaching up to touch your beautiful face, but as his fingers come within an inch of your precious skin. You shoot a hand up to clasp against his in an iron grip, blue eyes immediately going big when you tuck and roll. Taking his whole body with you.

In the swift aftermath, you’re able to skillfully pin him to the ground with relative ease. Both your hands pressed firmly against his naked wrists as you lean your face mere inches from his own, “I warned you, didn’t I?” You tease playfully as he breaks out into an inviting grin.

“I have something else in mind that you’ll absolutely love.” Assures Bucky with a telling expression that does nothing to hide the lust that flashes through them.

“In that case, pin me to the floor. And I’m all yours for the evening.” You whisper slyly as he practically shivers underneath your touch, “But if I win, you gotta travel two blocks for those delicious bitches. Khorosho, lyubov' moya?” You add in your native tongue of Russian, translating to “okay, my love” before pressing your forehead against his, eyeing him up like a bull ready to fight.

Bucky lets out a little sigh, something between annoyance and pleasure, “Fine. But you’re going dow...” Your lips crash against his in a hot second of passion before you quickly pull away, letting go of his wrists as you move to stand in a defensive position nearby.

Slowly blinking, he lets out a little huff before pulling himself to his full height, eyes trailing over you as he raises a brow, “Now that wasn’t fair.”

You casually shrug, “What wasn’t fair? We made a deal Barnes.”

Bucky rolls his eyes at your teasing, “You know what I...okay, okay. We’re really doing this?”

You shrug at his adorable expression, “You either have to walk 2 blocks in the dark for my treat, or a night of undeniably fantastic sex is within your reach. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy it, it’s the principle of the thing here. So, I’m going to fight you James Buchanan Barnes.” Oh and you used his full name too, Bucky knows without a doubt, it’s on.

He reveals a little smirk at that, “Guess I don’t have much of a choice. Hmm alright hot stuff let’s do this.” Muses your lover as he draws his hands up into fists, ever so slowly approaching you like a wary predator to their opposing rival. Not so sure if this is going to be a fight he can win or not, well, it sure won’t be an easy one.

When he’s within arms reach, you swiftly duck under his swift jab to your right arm, shooting a leg out to push him away from you while your body twists around to meet him. “Cheap shot.” Mumbles Bucky, calculated gaze studying your every movement as you slowly wander closer to him.

Looking as innocent as ever, “I want some gummy worms, I’ll break you little man.” Accent dripping with every word, further arousing Bucky though he tries to play it off with a laugh and a shake of his head.

Soon the two of you engage in a swiftly heated battle of hand to hand combat showing your admittedly intense skills of what only a former assassin could display so fluidly. Your two bodies moving like seasoned dancers across the hardwood flooring of your apartment, though you’re surprisingly able to keep relatively quiet as he blocks your fists. Can’t disturb those pesky neighbors.

Bucky shifts left just as you narrowly scrape your right elbow against his shoulder with a high jab from your elbows desperate upper cut, you slide on the hardwood under the false presumption that he’s out of reach when his flesh arm swings out to catch you in your stomach with a loud hollow thud. Ouch!

Instantly your throat emits a strange squeak as you feel the air knocked out of your precious lungs, clearly you had not anticipated this turn of events and neither does Bucky who immediately looks like he just accidentally stepped on a puppies little paw. “Y/N!” Worries Bucky with wide eyes as you keep hunched over, trying to suck in some needed oxygen.

Pulling some air into your lungs, you pretend to hobble over to the couch like a beaten down boxer, “Mm hmgood, yep.” You rasp out, resting your upper half on the couch as Bucky quickly approaches your side. But before he’s able to lay a comforting hand onto your shoulder, you swing a decorative pillow right at his head.

The puffy fabric knocks him onto his ass, earning a surprised grunt in the process as you tower above him, smirking like a trickster goddess over a poor lost and lonely traveler. Bucky rubs his reddened cheek, brows furrowed as he whines, “Y/N.” Like a little child who just got something taken from them by another kid.

Smirking a satisfied grin, you kneel down to meet his level, raising up a hand to gently draw his chin upwards to face you better, “That hurt you dickhead.” You muse as Bucky pouts, “ Y/N, I didn’t mean too..”

“I know.” You chuckle, “Now make it better.” You slyly add with a suggestive implication in your tone that causes Bucky to raise a brow. Letting go of his stubbled chin, you seat yourself onto the floor, facing Bucky as he reaches his metal hand out to pull you in closer to him.

Just about shoulder to shoulder with him, he gently presses his Vibranium hand to your cheek before pulling your face closer to his, soon the two of you lock lips with one another as his other hand snakes around to pull you onto him.

Ever so gently do you follow him to the floor as he continues to passionately make out with you like there’s no tomorrow. Metal and flesh hand feeling you up from your breasts to your bum as you straddle your man, hands trailing through his shortened hair while he fully enjoys this new positioning and turn of events.

Bucky presses wet kisses all around your cheeks and lips while he begins nonchalantly unbuttoning your pants, clearly hoping this will continue further and that all thoughts of those delicious gummy worms are out the door. You won’t lie to yourself though, caging Bucky’s thick torso underneath your opened legs is an admittedly pleasant experience to say the least.

So when he snakes his hands up under your shirt and starts messaging your breasts through the fabric of your bra, your mind begins thinking of some other things a bit more important then some simple treat from the local corner store. He knows just how to turn his favorite lover into a pile of puddy with nothing more then his mouth and fingers. This little shithead isn’t even inside you yet, you’re not even naked for goodness sakes!

But alas, a bet is a bet, and you don’t like to lose. Smirking into the kiss, and holding back a moan as Bucky’s digits squeeze your soft breasts, you tug on his hair before pulling away from his pleasantly inviting lips. Earning a palpable pout of confusion from your man, who’s noticeably grown hard against your bum.

“Y/N?”

“Bucky.” You tease back, imitating his voice once again as he throws you a puzzled look, “Don’t give me that shit Barnes I know what you’re trying to do.”

“And what am I trying to do?” Sasses Bucky as he rests his hands onto either side of your hips.

You raise a brow down at him, “These shenanigans.”

Bucky smiles, head falling back onto the floor as he laughs, “That’s not, no I’m not doing any shenanigans I swear....I just, maybe I just want to show my girl how much I love her.” Replies Bucky, though you stay unconvinced.

“We had a deal remember?”

“Yeah well, none of us won so..”

“Oh really?” You challenge, “Then why are you on your back and I’m right here as the victorious one? Who by the way has earned her gummy worms fair and square James Buchanan Barnes.”

Bucky groans, “oh come on Y/N....I can’t go now. Have some pity on me please?”

“And why not?”

He gently gives your hips an affectionate squeeze, “Because, my beautiful she-wolf who I love so very much and cherish every day of my life forever and alw..”

“Get to the point I want those damn gummies.” You threaten with a stern look though he knows you don’t truly mean it of course, but he has successfully annoyed you. “What is the problem this time?”

Bucky throws you a sheepish grin as he takes one of your hands in his, “Because I’m hard.” Sincere and straight to the point.

Pursing your lips together in amused irritation, you remove his hand from your hip, “Well, you did that to yourself babe I can’t help how amazing I am just existing. Really get over yourself.” You playfully tease before standing above him as his eyes never once leave your beautiful face, “Those gummies aren’t going to buy themselves.”

Bucky sighs dramatically shaking his head as he whispers, “You’re a monster of the greatest evil.” Smiling like a lovestruck idiot despite his neutrally spoken words.

You chuckle, stepping over him to pick up a pillow, “That’s me. Now don’t give me a reason to show you my claws.”

He quickly rises to his full height, another fallen pillow in hand as he tries to hide his hardened member behind it like some shitty magic act, “I’m just, I’m gonna hold this pillow for you. Not important why.”

“Uh huh.” You muse as he watches you clean up Battleship, putting all the pieces away and into the particular box before shoving it underneath the couch. When you go to fold the furniture's decorative blanket, a knock is heard at the door.

“Not it.” Mutters Bucky as you throw him an annoyed glance, already aware of who this is by their familiar scent. You walk over to the door and open it as Bucky hides in the background, pillow still covering his tented crotch.

“Hello Mrs. Brego you need help with your windows again?” You speak in Italian to your neighbor from down the hall. The old woman smiles before giving you a little shake of her head indicating a no.

“No dear, just telling you there’s cops downstairs for that guy from Chicago I think, so if you plan on going out. I wouldn’t choose tonight, the whole lobby is filled with people I think he might have been into drugs.” Warns the sweet old woman as you slowly nod, knowing all to well that Bucky most certainly heard everything.

Faking a smile, you shrug, “Wasn’t planning on going out tonight anyways. Well, thanks again. See you when I see you.” She smiles brightly before turning to walk down the hallway and into her own apartment, you watch until she shuts her door just to make sure nothing bad happens on your time.

Feeling comfortable that’s she’s fine, you shut and lock the door, pursing your lips as you turn around to face a smirking Bucky. He’s still holding the pillow against his junk, but he looks incredibly full of himself standing there with that stupidly handsome face of his. Those eyes. That smile. His body......no, focus.

Bucky goes to open his mouth but before he can say something sarcastic you throw a hand up to stop him, “Not a word.” You deadpan before turning to walk down the hallway, stopping yourself to glance over your shoulder, “Give me five minutes and then you can come to bed. But you better be naked or else.”

Bucky snorts as you practically swagger down the short hallway and into your shared bedroom. Closing the door as you prepare yourself for a late night of adventuring each others bodies.

Oh tonight will be something indeed.

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*Busts in with a plastic bag of crack* You want some crack, kids? I’ll give it to ya! 🥸 So Y/N forgot where she placed her phone at and her crush decides to call her phone to help hear the ringtone so she can find it better. However, Y/N forgot that she uses funny ass ringtones for said crush and even has funny contact pics/names for them in her phone. Said songs are “Something about you girl” by Ice JJ Fish, “Wap” but with Carl Wheezer’s voice, “Interior Crocodile Alligator”, and the NFL theme song. I would love to see head cannons of this for Hawks, Dabi, Aizawa and Bakugo.

“Something about you girl” - Hawks. He’s saved as “KFC” and his contact pic is of him making the light skin face that sent y/n to orbit (he thought she deleted it cuz it’s cringy)

“Wap” - Dabi. He’s saved as “Patchy the Pirate” and his pic is a blurred image of him chasing Y/N.

“Interior crocodile alligator” - Aizawa. He’s saved as “Dad of 20” and his pic is of him laying face first in his sleeping bag

“NFL Theme song” - Bakugo. He’s “Boom Boom Pomeranian” and his pic is of a Pomeranian with his hair photoshopped on it.

I know they’ll give some funny reactions! They’ll look at sis confused and she’ll just go “See about that...” and book it when she takes her phone. This idea had me busting my pancreas 💀💀💀

Bruh I- 💀 I’m literally hearin these damn audios as I’m reading this ask, I’m rolling. This is the best 😂

— 3. 2. 1. ACTION!! —

HEADCANON: Y/N loses her phone and forgets that she saved crack-fuelled pictures and ringtones assigned to her crush.

KEIGO TAKAMI [HAWKS]:

You were losing your fucking mind at this point.

Where the fuck could you have misplaced your cellphone?? You had to meet your homegirls at the club for girls night, PRONTO!!

Keigo raised a brow as he walked in on you basically tearing apart your living room for your phone, almost crying from frustration. “Whoa, kid. Ya lose something?” He had the nerve to ask when it was clearly the case.

Sure, there was a whole lotta things to love about this bird-man, but that smartass attitude was gonna get slapped outta him.

“dId yOu lOsE sOmeThInG- YES FOOL MY DAYUM PHONE!!” You huff, throwing another couch cushion on the floor before you fell to the floor in exhaustion. “I got to meet the girls for girls night in twenty minutes, and I can’t find my phone!” You briefly explain.

You heard him chuckle, pulling out his own phone. “Okay, okay, calm down, kid. It ain’t the end of the world, y’know. I’ll just call it and we’ll listen out for the ringtone.” He says, scrolling for a bit before finding your contact, pressing the call button and..

That’s when y’all heard it.

“THERE’S SOMETHIN’ ABOUTCHA GURLL! THAT JUST MAKES MY HEAD WANNA TWIRL!!”

Your ringtone went off under the couch, making Keigo look at you with the most confused face ever, his wings puffing up as he looked at you, yet you couldn’t stop laughing as he used one of his feathers to drag the phone from under the couch.

“What the hell, kid?? I though you deleted this cringey ass selfie!” He whined, looking at the contact photo of him making that dumbass lightskin face that had you howling the other day. “And what the hell is this ringtone?? AND YOU SAVED ME AS KFC??”

“BRUH I CAN’T BREATHE SHUT UPP—“ You screech as you curl up, tears pricking your eyes as you roll on the floor. Keigo couldn’t help but snicker, rolling his eyes at you as he got you off the floor, “Okay, you got some explaining to do.”

“Well, you see, what had happened was-“ You begin, trying to hold back your laughter before snatching your phone and purse, running out of the door. “I’ll see you later, KFC!! I’m running late!”

DABI:

“Aw, damn! Where in the entire hell did I put my phone??” You groaned.

Of course, this wasn’t the first time you lost your phone and you swore it would’ve been the last. But, you were so caught up on multitasking with so much shit you wanted to get out of the way, you completely forgot about your phone.

You sighed as you now have to tear apart the lounge that you JUST straightened up, making this much worse than it had to be.

“Hey, little mouse. What’s with all the whining and hollering for?”

“I can’t find my phone, I’ve been all up in y’all raggedy-ass lair lookin’ for my shit so I can bounce!” You say with an eye roll as you placed your hands on your hips, clearly not in the mood for the bullshit right now.

“Okay, calm down. It’s just a phone, I can just call it and you can listen out for the ringtone.” He said with a sigh as he brought out his phone, dialing your number and waiting for the tone to play. The two of you went from room to room, getting more anxious everytime the phone went to voicemail. You were visibly going to cry, there was no way that you could’ve left your phone anywhere that WASN’T in the LOV Lair.

“I swear, if you start crying, I won’t let you live it down.” You hear Dabi mumble to you as you both entered the last room, dialing your number one last time until...

“NYEOW FROM THE TOP, MAKE IT DROP, THAT’S A WHAP. BRING A BUCKET AND A MOP, THAT’S WHAP”

Your phone was jamming out on a chair, Dabi looking at you like you just committed a grave sin while the ringtone played. The longer he stared at you, wanting an explanation, you can’t help but burst into laughter as you crawl to your phone, and let the tone finish.

You just hoped that your crush was still going to hang out with you after this crackhead mishap.

“MACARONI IN A POT, THAT’S A WHAP. JIMMYY”

Dabi was literally at a loss for words, (lookin’ a lil like confused bakugou rn 👀) as you wheezed in laughter. “[Y/N]... what in the fuck was that?” He asked, you can tell he was serious from how low and menacing your name was said. You were either about to run for your life or die laughing.

“And why the fuck is my name, “Patchy The Pirate”? And what the hell is this photo?” He asked again. Man, was it getting hot in there or was it just you?

“Well, you see here, uh- MOINK!” You shout, howling in laughter as you were chased around the building. Kurogiri shaking his head in disappointment.

SHŌTA AIZAWA (DADDY. ERASERHEAD):

“Oh no.”

“Oh, no...”

“Oh, no no no no no..”

This cannot be happening, this CANNOT be happening right now. Lord have mercy, please let today not be the day.

“Goddamn it, where’s my phone?!”

Yep, your phone. Your new phone that Shōta got for your birthday, who you also had a huge crush on but would never tell that to ANYONE. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t lose this phone, it was definitely the most precious thing ever.

“Fuuuuck!” You whined, already on the verge of panicking while your tore apart your room for that birthday gift. “Hey, what’s all this racket for? I’m trying to sleep.” said your friend, roommate, and crush, Shōta.

“I-I’m just lookin’ for somethin’, Shō! Sorry for all this noise..” you mumbled an apology as you continued your search, swinging your arm around underneath the bed.

“You lost your phone, didn’t you, [Y/N]?”

DAMN, he catches on quick for somebody who sleeps 25/8. Maybe it’s because you don’t really have trouble looking for stuff unless it’s something really important to you.

You sighed, the embarrassment and disappointment washing over you as you laid in defeat on the floor. “Yeah.. I can’t find it..” you mumbled.

The older man sighed, cracking his neck as he got out his phone. “Okay, just calm down. I’ll call it and we’ll just listen out for your ringtone, okay? If we can’t hear it, we’ll track it.”

God, why was he so hot when he took responsibility? You couldn’t help but sit up and nod at his words as he scrolled through his contacts until he found your name, confirming the call until..

“INTERIOR CROCODILE ALLIGATOR. I DRIVE A CHEVROLET MOVIE THEATER.”

Your phone blasted the same line over and over, as hard as you tried to contain it, you couldn’t help but screech in laughter when you looked up to see Shōta’s disturbed, confused, and concerned face as he picked up your phone from underneath your dresser.

“”Dad of 20”?? What the hell type of name is that?” He asked, the iconic sleeping bag worm as his contact photo. The joke behind it was the fact that he was a whole teacher at U.A. You always thought it was cute that he was basically a father figure to those future heroes.

Plus, you wouldn’t stop joking about them being his, “lil chilrens”.

“Aight, aight. I wanna thank you for finding my phone, I promise not to lose it again!” You quickly say, trying to creep out of the room until you were confined with his capture weapon.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Fuck..

KATSUKI BAKUGOU:

“Hey, dumbass! Hurry up, or we’ll miss the movie!”

Damn, damn, damn!! You can’t believe you just lost your phone right now, you could’ve sworn you left it on your bed before you started fixing your hair in the bathroom.

“Shit, shit! Bakugou, can you help me find my phone real quick? Pretty please?” You call out to him, really anxious because you were really looking forward to this movie and you could not miss a second of it!

“Ugh, are you serious?? What did I tell you about keeping up with your shit!” He groaned, getting out his phone as he dialed your number and listened to the trill.

“I know, I know! I promise I’ll be more careful!” You say as you listened out for it, only to pull aside your blankets to see your vibrating phone with the ringtone on blast.

Oh yes, the NFL Theme. What made you lose your shit was Bakugou’s flabbergasted facial expression as he looked down at your contact photo and nickname for him.

You couldn’t help but cackle as you saw a vein pop out, popping hands reaching out for you. “Hey! What the fuck is this shit?? Imma show you a pomeranian!” He shouted.

“Katsu! Katsu! Relaaaxx!! You know you’re my bestie and I love you, but we got a movie to catch so let’s do this later fam.” You snicker, trying to calm yourself down as you yoinked your phone and took off out the door with your purse.

“OH, JUST WAIT UNTIL WE GET BACK HOME!”

— END SCENE —

Sorry that Bakugou’s was kinda short! But, hope you enjoyed these!

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