#I'm not saying I was having a lack of gay angst in my life before them but I also don't mind a bit more of that
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Did I ask for Bagginshield in my life? No.
Do I need Bagginshield in my life? Absolutely.
#look#I'm not saying I was having a lack of gay angst in my life before them but I also don't mind a bit more of that#and by a bit i mean loads#bagginshield#thilbo#thorin oakenshield#thorin#bilbo baggins#bilbo#the hobbit#your honor they're in love#as am i#with them#oh my gosh#we're just not talking about what they do to my mental health
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do you have any angsty wu headcanons regarding his upbringing by hou-ting/his lack of family because ive been thinking alot about wu's life before korra but the show just doesnt dive into it as much😭
oh god I've come up with some angst while I've written windswept it's so sad...
basically my headcanon is that it's just Wu and Hou-Ting. There is no other royal family. Wu's grandpa was Hou-Ting's brother, he had one child who was Wu's parent, and Wu's parents and grandparents died when he was very little, leaving Hou-Ting as his guardian. (I know this goes against some of the dvd commentary where they say there were lots of people in line for the throne that got killed in the aftermath of Hou-Ting's assassination. But I'm basing this headcanon off of the fact that Wu saw Hou-TIng in the swamp vision, which tells me that she was an extremely important figure throughout his life.)
Hou-Ting was a very cruel caregiver. She didn't do a lot of 'raising' Wu, she left that up to nannies, but she was his guardian and if he'd misbehave she would handle his punishment 😭 Wu I think has ADHD and he would have struggled SO MUCH throughout his childhood to keep Hou-Ting from punishing him for things he couldn't really control... She definitely strikes me as the type of person who thinks children should be 'seen and not heard' and Wu was probably very hyperactive, hypertalkative, super impulsive... Eventually he would have squashed all that down as a defense mechanism to protect himself from Hou-Ting's anger but anyone who is neurodivergent will understand how unbelievably exhausting and taxing it is to mask like that 😭 I sort of think that's why he's kind of wild during season four, I think in the years following Hou-Ting's death he gradually felt safer and safer (especially in Mako's presence!) to stop masking quite so much and that's very freeing and can be easy to swing to the other side of the pendulum there...
Ugh and I came up with all these homophobia headcanons and Hou-Ting was for sure AWFUL about it. I think she always knew Wu was gay and was just like. Absolutely not, under no circumstances will I permit that. and was just like. relentlessly homophobic which forced Wu to hide reeeeeal deep in that closet.
I'm making myself sad.
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Honestly the biggest things that I would actually be properly upset about if byler isn't canon is the fact that it's just frustrating writing for Mike and annoyingly heteronormative writing for Will
If there's really no deeper motivation to Mike's actions other than not knowing how to say I love you to his girlfriend and acting super weird and shitty to his best friend and his girlfriend because "reasons" and we never get more elaboration on what those reasons are it's just bad writing. This is just his season three character arc again but with the added Will angst and the obligatory " I love you but only in a friend way" scene because he's not gay taped on to the end of it. It's boring and repetitive and makes Mike a super one dimensional character and not particularly likeable.
If they just wanted Will to be gay they should not have done it this way. I get needing to heavily use romantic conventions on scenes with him and Mike because the audience was not picking up on Will being gay before this but it's still mildly irritating. That's not my biggest issue thought. What I do have a problem with them taking one of their two confirmed gay characters and having them have an unrequited love storyline be basically their entire plot for two seasons. Considering the amount of bs Will goes through over the course of this series this kind of gayngst™ is honestly just in bad taste in my opinion.
The only other character who has explicitly been in love with someone that does not reciprocate is Steve, and they literally wrote in Robin to be a new love interest for him (until Maya suggested Robin being a lesbian) in the next season that gets introduced in the first episode. Heck Dustin gets a girlfriend right at the beginning of the season and Suzie barely shows up at the end but they at least set up her existence and we get to see her more this season. If they wanted to give Will a new love interest they could have literally established any somewhat nice character in California that could go on to become his love interest and it would have taken barely any screen time. Or if his love interest is supposed to be in Hawkins you could have had him be another freshman in the hellfire club or just any other guy the party's age that we get to meet at any point this season.
The longer they wait to introduce a new love interest the more obvious it becomes that this character only exists so Will isn't alone.....and if he is just hung up over Mike for the rest of the series that's just flat out shitty to do to half of your gay representation.
I don't want to hear the "oh but it's more realistic for a gay kid in the eighties to be in unrequited love and to never get over it because gay people were super rare and didn't get to be happy in relationships back then" excuse from anyone about this. Stranger things is a tv show....tv shows aren't realistic, and one of the ways they show off this lack of realism is the fact that multiple people meet and start dating the love of their life before they graduate high school because having these characters stay together is more narratively satisfying then them breaking up and all going on to marry random people we never get to know well. If Mike and El stay together and Lucas and Max are still together as adults (Dustin and Suzie are also included but I could see them not staying together because this ship is pretty minor) it's shitty to not do this for a gay character "because realism" when they do something just as unrealistic for basically every other character.
This got very rant like real quick so I'm going to stop now, but this is why I'd be frustrated if byler is one sided. It has nothing to do with the marketing (which is frustrating but somewhat understandable) or me being upset because my ship isn't canon. It's because denying Will of a storyline basically every other main character gets solely because he's gay is heteronormative and a really frustrating trend in media that I am extremely tired of.
#byler tumblr#byler#oh god im sorry if this makes no sense or has typos#this is literally just the textual equivalent of me screaming into a pillow out of frustration
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What do you think of Taffy (Tara x Buffy) as a ship?
Hi, anon! Pretty sure I received this ask before I reblogged a shipping ask game, but since I'm playing this now I'm gonna go ahead and answer for the game. Hope you don't mind!
What made you ship it?
Honestly, probably something boring like stumbling across a Taffy mood board on tumblr first planted the idea in my head. I don't think this one occurred to me on my own, but after I thought about it I really do love it :) Besides that, the scene in Dead Things definitely comes to mind as the first place my mind went once they occurred to me as a ship.
What are your favorite things about the ship?
First, the softness of it. These two have had very hard lives (and Buffy's continues to be hard and violent) and while we know Buffy also gets off on the violence haha I do like the idea of her having someone so gentle and caring to come home to at night when she's done slaying. Their friendship is incredibly soft and I imagine a romantic relationship would be as well, and I love that for them both. They've been through A LOT, in family and romance and life in general, they both deserve something that's just easy. I do love angst, but if I'm looking for something angst-free, this is a ship I gravitate toward because there's no complicated history. Pros and cons to both those kinds of ships, and I definitely enjoy reading/writing/thinking about both! While I love Taffy, it's honestly not one of my favorite ships, but it does make me happy :)
Secondly, I will admit that while I also ship Buffy with people she has a problematic history with, one of the things I love about Tara as a partner for Buffy is the lack of problems haha. Sometimes I want angst, sometimes I just want an easy read! Like in Dead Things for example, Tara values Buffy's trust and privacy, keeps her secrets, and proves herself to be a nonjudgmental confidante. She responds with nothing but love and acceptance and compassion, and Buffy absolutely deserves that!!! I know friendships have highs and lows, I know season 6 Spuffy is problematic from both sides (though I'm also a Spuffy shipper), but Buffy has never gotten to have a sexual relationship that she isn't punished or shamed for, and I think she deserves to have gay sex with Tara and to feel absolutely no shame for it!!! And from Tara's side of the ship, I love in Family when Buffy protects Tara from her relatives and makes it known that even if they aren't close yet, Buffy sees her as a person worthy of love and protection and someone worth sticking up for. The rest of the gang all rallies around Tara, but it's Buffy who speaks up first, and I love that.
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
Honestly the only thing that's really coming to mind is that writing Taffy (which I have been brainstorming for and will attempt to do at some point) becomes problematic because Willow is dating Tara for about 90% of the time Tara is on the show, and therefore probably makes Tillow shippers unhappy. (I don't like making people unhappy haha.) And I do enjoy Tillow as well, so there are tricky decisions to be made (like do you create a fic where Tara/Willow never got together in the first place? Or do you break them up and make the breakup permanent? I have trouble imagining Willow being happy with her best friend dating her ex, especially if she's somewhere deep in her magic addiction arc...But I'm not gonna say anything else about that haha!)
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hello fren :3 what's your favorite scene in rwby?
thank you for asking!! i knew the answer to this immediately and it kinda hurt me (the answer did) bc i have a long ass post in my drafts from before v8 talking about my favorite scene in rwby and then my hopes for volume 8. lets just say it aged poorly. anyways!
my favorite scene in rwby is the "you idiot" scene, i posted it a couple days ago actually.
reasons:
metal tit out
the way you can see james' face change when he realizes qrow is not in fact aiming for him.
you can count it, james stares at qrow in slo-mo for ten straight seconds (more like gay seconds)
qrow saving james' life
"heh, you idiot, i know you didn't do this" (because obviously james why would you do this). qrow SMILES at him after they fought and danced around each other this whole season.
"so what now, general?" qrow, who previously makes a big deal about how he's not one of james' special operatives and how he has no obligation to listen to him, makes a point to give him control in this situation when he is clearly lacking it (his robots are hacked, his airship hijacked, his clothes torn off in what must have been a very sexy show-down). throwback to "jimmy" "general!" "whatever!" and flash forward to "if you don't want to believe that i'm friends with ironwood" "general ironwood!" "yeah, general ironwood, then fine." which is the only other time he calls him that.
basically it just shows that they care about and respect each other and that qrow, to some extent, understands james and what he was feeling in that situation. also this is the last time they see each other before volume 7 which gives a lot of potential for angst.
they have passionate gay sex after this though
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I AM HAVING A GREAT SUMMER BREAK THANK YOUUUU IM GONNA BE ABLE TO MEET MY INFAMOUS BESTIE NAMED ROOF SOMETIME SOON ACTUALLY‼️‼️
AND I CAN INFACT “SIGN YOU UP” BECAUSE I HAVE A PART OF THE PROLOGUE THING WRITTEN :D here is the doc !! since i dont want to kill tumblr by pasting the entire thing in this ask lol . if you have any feedback after reading it would be appreciated if youd share it ehe . for better reading context though , the “prologue” happens much before the main storyline when rin and ashe are still pretty young so dont take their prologue selves as their core personalities and stuff , they will change :3c
lmao rin would absolutely walk you through her routine and ashe would just shrug their shoulders and say he just uses what the servants give him LMAO - they both do have very good hair and skin though since theyre given the best products in their kingdoms .
also this happened when we i asked how theyd respond to your message LOL
figuratively praying for your survival rn im wishing you the best with asphodelus . i live laugh and love all your series but sPEAKING OF YOUR SERIES you writing aL HAITHAM ?!!!!???!! sign ME up bro !!!
heart eyes . stares in al haitham simp and kinnie .
do u mind if i ask what u study tho ? js curious tbh . and also , yk honkai star rail ? asking bc ive been kind of brainrotting over it lately tbh im so gay for the star rail men HELP ME SJKDNSKD [ dies in homosexual ]
i got carried away but ykw why not say another random thing . if youre an anime watcher you should totes watch houseki no kuni / land of the lustrous 😍😍😍 both the anime and manga are amazing ( read as: OH GOD THE ANGST ITS KILLING ME AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH (( esp in the manga …)) ) and i love love love the series sooooo much im OBSESSED ‼️ not forcing obvi but i cannot rec this anime / manga enough because my goodness the visuals are to die for and im a big simp for the soundtrack of the anime ( thats probably weird to say but idc )
ANYWAYS IVE PROBABLY SAID ENOUGH LMAO !! again best wishes to you for your studies and writing <3 <3 GOOD LUCK SOLDIER 🫡🫡🫡 LOL
just read the prologue AHHHHHHHH it's so good already rin and ashe are already my favourites!!!! the part where the sat on the railing and thought of one another as cold and fire..... i seriously cannot wait for what's to come like i NEED to see what they're going to be like when they're older and are ruling their kingdoms, i can already imagine the amount of angst and the flipsides of their personalities in the timeskip 🫂 them being young right now though hshdjji i want to squish their cheeks so bad
thank you man i still have yet to start the next asphodelus chapter LOL not sure if i'm still up to writing it now that i'm on the works of writing alhaitham aka my no.1 babygirl 😞💔 the writer's block on asphodelus is crazy
YOUR CHIBI IS SO CUTE THO AND YES!!!! alhaitham islove alhaitham is life am i right or am i right
i'm still in hs so i study the usual hs subjects yada yada but i also take additional electives like accounting and economics! honestly speaking i kind of regret taking economics but it's a bit too late to back out now LMAOO i also take another elective which is this math qualification but like,,, we don't talk about it man i'm failing in every damn class 😭 so yeah my schedule is PACKED packed it's a bit silly
YESSS OF COURS I KNOW HSR!!!!! when it first came out i was like really obsessed with it but now that i finished the main story i'mkimd of slumped 😞 dw tho i'll be back once 1.2 comes out because.... blade and kafka obviously hahahahhahahah lol i need them hahahhaha
my favs are dan heng, blade, gepard, serval, seele and many more!!!!!! they are all so babygirl i just need gepard and blade and my babygirl collection is complete 💯
will definitely watch that anime/read the manga whenever i'm free!! always open to recs because i've kind of been bored lately with the lack of entertainment 😭 currently jjk s2 and these 2 kdramas (king the land & see you in my 19th life) are the only ones that have kept me going GOD i need to consume more media 😔😔😔 thanks for the rec i'll check it out soon!!!!! and did you say angst 👁️👁️ oh i'm definitely tuned in
THANK YOU AGAIN AND I HOPE YOU'LL HAVE A GREAT SUMMER!!!!! AND ALSO good luck to you and your friend on your story 📌📌 you guys are doing really great the prologue already got me hooked haha KEEP IT UP!!! (from your no.1 rin and ashe fan 😋) SAY HI TO THEM FOR ME TOOO <333
#h answers#RAHHHH IT'S FINALLY THE WEEKEND#i am free from the hellhole#well only for two days#but you gotta make the most of it yk
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| feels like coming home
battinson / grant!flash
a/n: i saw batman on friday and i wanted to write smth as gay as possible cause the movie got me out of my creative block 😭 be careful of any potential spoliers if you haven't seen the movie yet!!
don’t ask what this is cause ion know either, i deadass thought of how interesting batflash's dynamic would be with battinson and grant!flash - especially with the fluff and angst lmaoo
AU: after the events of the movie (obviously excluding selina and bruce’s relationship for batflash with some tweaks to the movie's plot, i.e: like riddler almost flooding the city and the movie’s time being modern compared to the early to mid 2000s so it can be congruent with barry’s existence in this fic 🙄👊), bruce comes home to barry.
not that his worry was unnecessary, it's that bruce wasn't used to it. he wasn't used to anyone caring about him, not since he was a kid anyways.
not that his worry was unnecessary, it's that bruce wasn't used to it. he wasn't used to anyone caring about him, not since he was a kid anyways.
he wasn't used to someone as eccentric, vibrant, kind, loving as barry. he was practically like a golden retriever. the speedster was a welcome change to bruce's...lack of a personal life, to put it lightly.
"bruce!" barry called from the bottom of the stairs. all bruce could register was the blur of red and yellow, the rush of wind sending papers littered around the dining table nearby to the floor.
then a second later, bruce was tackled into a tight hug - the force of hug sending him stumbling back just a bit.
he let out a quiet grunt, "barry," he whispered weakly, his half-lidded eyes fluttering as he watched barry pull away, he took one of his delicate hands to press to his chest, letting his body loosen from tension. he shut his eyes momentarily.
he felt so, so tired.
bruce felt barry let go, his hands cupping his cheeks to gently peel off the cowl.
the cool air of the room hit bruce's face, his eyes adjusting against the breeze once he reopened them. the mascara he wore tracked down his cheeks - accentuating his bruised, exhausted features. bruce's gloved hands reached up to grasp barry's much smaller, warmer ones in his own.
barry leans in to steal a kiss, long and tender.
once he pulls away, he gazes up at bruce - lips tugged into a small frown, brows knitted in concern. "you look tired, bruce. dealing with the riddler must've been rough," he murmured. "yeah," bruce merely hums in reply.
"you should let me help more often, y'know." barry's frown deepened. bruce shook his head, "no. you have central city to protect. i have to keep gotham safe on my own. i'll be fine." he assured firmly.
barry sputters, pulling away.
bruce winces.
"babe, riddler would've nearly flooded the city if you didn't stop the bombings in time! you could've died today. you can't just-" barry snaps, before he cuts himself off with a sigh - tearing his gaze away from bruce.
he took a moment to steady himself. placing his hands on his hips. he looks back up at bruce, "you can't act as if you don't care about what happens to you. people care about you. i care about you. sometimes i can't help but wonder what it'll take for you to see that." he rasps.
"i know, sweetheart." bruce nodded, gaze softening.
"no, you don't!" barry retorted. "sometimes, i get afraid. sometimes, i think you won't ever come home. how can you live like this? knowing that you'll die because of how careless you're being." the blonde pressed on.
"i do care, barry. i know you're scared, i understand. i only do this to keep the city safe. i promise i'll never let anything happen to me, especially you. i could never forgive myself if something happened to you. i can't risk losing people i love." bruce said calmly. barry opens his mouth as if he was to going to say something, but decides against it.
barry sighs deeply, "bruce..." he tapered off. "i'm sorry." he looked away for a beat, letting his shoulders sag.
bruce frowns, "for what? are you sulking because you know i'm right?" he chuckles wryly, watching as barry lets a short sweet laugh escape his lips.
"shut up," he huffs. bruce pulls him closer.
"mhm. but, there isn't any need to apologize. it's okay to be angry, darling. i know i haven't been the smartest recently," he attempts to joke with a small smile, despite barry still seeming to look uneasy.
“oh, it's fine - don't dwell on this for now. let's try to relax, okay?" bruce suggested softly.
barry nods, "alright…if you say so,” he mustered a thin smile.
“yeah,” bruce replies. barry rolled his eyes, dropping a kiss to bruce’s forehead.
“you have such a way with words,” he comments wryly, pressing his forehead against bruce’s own.
“sure i do, barry.” bruce said flippantly, eliciting a chuckle from the younger man. “i hate you sometimes, you know that?” he jokes.
“whatever you say,” bruce shot back teasingly. barry laughs, low and warm.
after a beat, barry pulls away - blinking up at bruce with a smile playing at his lips. “i love you, bats.” he whispers, inching closer to kiss him deeply.
“love you too, barry.” bruce spoke once they broke away for air, voice velvety and sincere.
to bruce, barry feels like home.
#bruce wayne#barry allen#batflash#the batman#the flash#battinson#grant gustin#robert pattinson#fanfiction#drabble#fluff overload#short ficlet#bruce wayne imagine#barry allen imagine#bruce wayne x reader#barry allen x reader#angst#batman angst#fanfic#DC#ezra miller#justice league#fanfics#zoe kravitz#catwoman#why did i spend time on this#why did i write this#i dont even know
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hi, i'm in love with u. seriously, you got some real talent! also, i'm here to make a request, excuse me~~ can you write the main 6 and the mc in some sort of a date..? let's say it's their day, maybe it's been a year since they're together and the main 6 prepared a special day to the mc, plsss? thanks 🖤
hiii!! wait come back, i love you too!! thank you so much, i’m so glad you enjoy my writing!☺️ i’m honestly relieved at this headcanon since i’ve been writing so much angst so thank you! i don’t think i’d have been able to write a piece that would break my heart again!!
the main 6 on their one year anniversary with mc
asra
• let’s clear something up really quickly: asra’s the most romantic person you’ll ever meet. aside from maybe nadia. but this ain’t about her (for now). they’re 100% the type to leave you roses lying around the house with sweet little love notes, compose you magical poetry that makes the entire room smell of ambrosia and only unfurls when you’ve had a terrible day, and drop kisses to any part of you they’re able to reach during the day. so, for your one year anniversary? oh, get ready.
• i can see asra actually asking one of the arcana for the temporary use of their realm, (bonus if he says they’re free to use the magic shop while you two are on your date, and double bonus if a wandering customer who doesn’t take note of the ‘we’re closed’ sign is met with cunning, tapered amaranthine eyes, and a sly, vulpine smile.) and using his magic to enhance the familiar setting even more. he’s probably spent months planning this, ensuring everything’s absolutely perfect on the recurrence of day he first pledged his love to you.
• asra’s not there next to you when you awaken, so you call for him as soft morning sunlight filters through the window, falling across your empty bed and your summons echo through the deserted store. he’s obviously closed it for the day since you’ve slept in, and as you stumble towards the kitchen, you stop as you notice the new outfit laid carefully out on your shared desk, with a note lying beside it.
• “follow me to where you first met me through the palace fountains.” you take in the painstakingly-calligraphied note with a soft smile. asra’s hand-writing is… questionable at best, and barely-legible scribbles at worst, and this note has the prettiest handwriting you’ve seen. the little ‘I’ at the bottom of the note tells you where you need to go, and you grin as you rush to get ready.
• as you pay more attention to the outfit, a soft smile crosses your face. the beautifully put-together ensemble (asra has impeccable fashion sense, fight me) is in your favourite colour, and you sprint to the bath-chamber just so you can put it on sooner. when you finally emerge, you meet your own eyes in the mirror with a beam. it fits you delightfully, outlining the shape of your body and falling perfectly, the fabric looking as if it’s made just for you. you give a little twirl in the mirror with a raw burst of laughter; you not only look and feel beautiful, this is asra’s gift to you and you couldn’t be happier in it.
• finally finished, you follow the trail of magic asra’s left— a shimmering, iris-purple trail that’s obviously reflective of his aura— to where a final gift waits for you, with a carefully-scrolled note left behind it. “open me when you’ve found our spot,” it reads, and you grin at asra’s layers of planning. it means so much to you that he cares about you so much, truly.
• you let your eyes flutter shut, attuning yourself only to the unique aura of the magician’s realm. you know the world is slowly falling away around you, and as you open your eyes again, asra stands before you with the biggest smile on his face. his eyes are twinkling and you know, in that moment, that you’d follow your lover to the ends of the earth.
• it’s the lake where you first entered the magician’s realm to visit asra. painted in the fiery-amber hues of an eternal sunset, the amaranthine sky stretches and ripples before you endlessly, fish jumping between the reeds. they sway gently in the breeze and stretch away from the marigolden reflection of the sun-setting sky on the lake, bleeding in an amethyst kaleidoscope into an electric blue that you long to slip your fingers through. it almost looks as if it would feel like silk.
• “mc, you’ve found me!” comes his teasing voice as he sweeps you up in his arms. he kisses you deeply, before stepping aside to let you take in the picnic he’s set up near the water’s edge. well, picnic in the most basic sense of the word, you think as you look in wonder around you. asra’s set up a beautiful array of coloured blankets, fairy lights hovering in the air all around you. he’s enchanted the glowing orbs to revolve slowly around the two of you, and you find yourself falling even more deeply in love with the beautiful person in front of you.
• after the magical evening in the magician’s realm, you give your fellow arcana his domain back as asra’s hand in yours pulls you through the fabric of the realms and you’re standing back in your shop.
• when you waken in the morning, after your (practically non-existent;) lovely sleep, you find it’s long past the time that the two of you usually decide to open the store. again, asra’s broken duties (which in and of itself is a great feat?!) simply to spend time with the love of their life. you show your appreciation with extra cuddles that he accepts with a sleepy smile, his warm and utterly contented aura mingling with yours and making your morning even better.
nadia
• okay she’s probably tied with asra in the romance department. she just can’t help it! gifts have always been her love-language, even when, only known as the youngest satrinava princess, the only meaningful gifts she used to be able to give were the gifts she made herself— intricate devices, levers and pulleys in the latest fashion that wax and wane with the sun so that your plants never want for any light— you name it, she could have, and probably had before, made it. so, when she was young, since she was so insecure and unsure of herself, gifts were the only way she was ever able to show affection.
• now, of course, she’ll move you close to her wherever you are with a gentle hand around your waist, press little kisses to your cheeks or forehead, pull you to her and press a soft kiss to your lips— no, your beloved never fails to show you just how much you mean to her, just how much she loves you. however… she does love to see the berry-red blush spread across your face at her lavish gifts, the small, adorable “thank you, nadi,” she’s certain to get. she also absolutely lives for doesn’t mind the thank you hugs.
• and so, the first thing you see as you awaken on your one-year anniversary, is an actual mountain of presents. and this is not an exaggeration. no, this is… as large a pile of gifts as you’ve ever seen, sitting in the corner of your shared chambers together. your mouth hangs slightly open as you take in the sheer volume of presents she’s got you. you had been sure of your gift (singular!!) to her, but looking around you… doubt slips into your mind. you shake it off, calling into your chambers.
• “uh… nadi?” your voice echoes through the empty space as you ruffle your hair with your fingers, swinging your legs out of bed and onto… is that a path of rose petals?? and not even just scattered, an entire, beautifully arranged path of (somehow) amaranthine rose-petals. it’s so soft, and you can’t help laughing in incredulous delight as you savour the silken feel of the path beneath your feet. of course, you follow it. you’d hate for all her obviously meticulous planning to go to waste— no, you’re going to make sure this day goes exactly to plan! you step across the gossamer-soft, sweet-smelling path laid out for you as you approach nadia’s divan next to her paper folding-doors that she usually changes behind. you exhale softly as you take in the breathtaking outfit in front of you, squealing with delight as you sweep it up in your arms and twirl behind the doors.
• when you’ve changed and fixed your hair, (if it’s to your liking ordinarily, she’s even matched accessories for you!) you step out from behind the doors only to be swept towards a dressing-table by one of nadia’s attendants. they’re finished quickly, and as they leave you go to look in the mirror, and stop in your tracks. that’s… you? the person staring back at you is quite unfamiliar. you stare with no small measure of disbelief at smooth, rosy-apple cheeks underneath star-filled eyes, and soft, blushing lips, hanging open.
• if gowns are more to your liking, the one nadia’s chosen for you is absolutely stunning, even more so on your figure. it looks as if it was made for you! in your favourite colour, the hue that undoubtedly looks best on you, it fits at your waist and flairs out prettily, billowing around your ankles as you turn this way and that. the fabric falls off you perfectly, nadia would have spared absolutely no expense, and the shoes she’s picked out accentuate your great beauty even further. whatever your chosen outfit, however, nadia ensures that you look absolutely breathtaking in it.
• once you’re finished, you follow the trail of rose petals through your chamber doors, taking your little gift with you. anyone who sees you on your way absolutely stops in their tracks. anyone who sees you? immediately in love with you. gay or straight, doesn’t matter— they’re absolutely besotted with you now!! you note the lack of servants with a faint smile— nadia’s had most of the palace staff dismissed for the day, a skeleton-crew keeping the palace running on minimal functions for the day. today is your day. it belongs only to the two of you, and she won’t have her duties as countess interfering.
• when the trail finally ends, at the entrance to the palace gardens, you bend ever so slightly (someone cranes their neck at this and gets a little slap upside the head from a mildly irritated portia. don’t interrupt her! she’s fangirling so. hard. all her ship dreams are finally coming true!!) and pick up the parchment note nadia’s carefully scrolled. when you pick it up, it immediately unfurls in your hands to reveal the most elegant calligraphy you’ve ever seen. if you think nadia’s writing (when she isn’t planning or inventing, that is) isn’t the most lovely handwriting you’ve ever seen, you’re wrong. “come and find me,” reads the elegantly curving script in nadia’s hand. even simply reading it, you can almost hear the teasing, lilting air to her voice she would have had as she’d read the note out, and you set out with a warm smile to go and find your love.
• you think you know exactly where to find her, you think with a small smile to yourself. you’re quite enjoying yourself, playing nadia’s game. you could never hope to beat her at any game of wit, but you’d lose to her again and again if it meant having her guiding hands on yours, teaching you patiently, her soft voice tickling your cheek, her soft kiss ‘well done’ as you master a concept. you love this woman so much, it’s almost overtaking. as you’ve been reflecting, your feet have been carrying you towards the part of the garden that has always belonged to the two of you.
• ever since you pulled her away from the insistent clamour of the court to hide in the little clearing you two had unwittingly stumbled upon, you had always met here for your strolls through the gardens, made out read together here, and always enjoyed your time alone, here where nobody can find the two of you. (well, actually… portia found your little spot ages ago, but felt too terrible to interrupt your time together. she’s also probably been leading everyone subtly away from your spot together. “no, they’re not to be bothered! no, it can wait! leave them alone or so help me—”)
• when you finally reach the secluded clearing right in the thicket of the palace gardens, you turn into your safe-haven together, and lose your breath. nadia hasn’t turned towards you yet, but the clearing is strung with beautiful lights that dot the bushes around you and make it seem like there are little fireflies in amongst the bushes, there are new wildflowers planted all through the thicket that gives the little clearing even more of a charming atmosphere, and the soft blanket that’s spread across the floor is a classic daisy-white, edged with lace and strewn with baby’s breath. there’s a feast fit to feed many more than two people on a slightly raised honey-oak wood platter.
• nadia herself is dressed in an outfit you haven’t seen her wear before, a long, flowing cream-coloured dress that fits her waist and flares out in a single layer, a slit running up to show most of a long, perfect leg. her hair is open and tumbling in beautiful, shining amaranthine waves down her back. the dress billows around her arms only to cinch in at the wrist, and you find yourself unable to look away. “nadi…” your voice is soft, and she turns to you, anything she has to say dying on her lips as she inhales sharply.
• “my love, you look… exquisite,” comes her breathy voice, her eyes sparkling as she takes you in wearing the outfit she picked for you. “well, it’s all thanks to you,” you say lightly, trying to take away from the fact that your face is so hot you think it would burn you to touch it. she notices, and stifles her fond smile lest she embarrass you. instead, she strides across the clearing in one quick motion, takes you by the waist, dips you over, and meets your lips with her soft, full ones. you sigh into her, running your hands through your hair as you’ve been longing to do since first you walked into the clearing. she reluctantly pulls you back up again when you break away for air, keeping her arm around your waist as she pulls you close to her again, stroking your cheek as you look into her eyes, lost in how utterly regal she is. you’re seized by another wave of admiration and love for this woman. you can’t even find the words to tell her how much she means to you, and so you pull her to you in another kiss.
• you don’t even realise you’re pouring all your love for her into your kiss both figuratively and literally until she pulls away, looking at you with an utterly overwhelmed expression, tears tinged with rose-petal pink rolling down her cheeks. “oh, nadi i’m so sorry! oh, please don’t cry!! i didn’t mean to— mmrph!” she cuts you off, meeting your lips with such fervour you take a step back— but she pulls you back to her, moulding you into her person as if the two of you are one and the same. but in a way, you are. you’d be a shell of a person without your love, and you know how deep her affection for you is.
• “mc… that was overtaking,” comes her soft voice. “oh nadi, i’m so sorry i wasn’t thinking!” you stumble over your words, berating yourself again and again in your mind. “sometimes it just happens and i don’t realise it, but—” she shushes you, her eyes shining. “you love me… that much?” her soft voice comes, and you pull back in confusion to take her in.
• “uh… nadi. you’re the most stunning, clever, kind, resourceful person i’ve ever met. you’ve got the biggest heart and i absolutely love you for it. you make me so, so happy,” you tell her, a wide smile on your face. “of course my love for you is overtaking! i think i fall in love with you a little more every day,” you confess, a sheepish smile on your face as you look away from her, but she turns you back to her by your chin, pulling you to her for another kiss.
• “you complete me.” is her only reply. you know she can’t put what she feels for you into words, but you look up at her with surprise as she takes your hand suddenly. “mc i can’t put all that i feel for you into words but my aura will allow you to see just how much i adore you,” she tells you with a warm smile as you place your hand on her face, opening your mind to her aura. it’s a simple spell, you shouldn’t be feeling this drained simply from tapping into nadia’s aura, and yet… when the full force of her love for you hits you, you actually stumble. when nadia catches you, her laugh is warm and full of love as she lowers you both down onto the picnic blanket. you snuggle further into her arms, resting your head on her chest as her arms encircle you. “oh, nadia. thank you.” you don’t say anything else, hoping she’ll know just what you’re thanking her for. she does. you think she’ll always understand you, whether you tell her or not, and as she pulls away gently to pull a bowl of your favourite fruit towards the two of you, you’re struck by how lucky you are. how lucky, to have this incredible woman sitting here beside you at all.
• “come here, mc,” comes her soft voice. for once, she doesn’t need to put on a front for anyone. it’s just her and the one she loves. will make as if she’s going to feed you, and then tease you instead, maybe getting a little juice on your cheek and kissing it off you. the rest of your picnic together is spent simply talking quietly, enjoying each other’s company. you dance slowly in the clearing, your head on nadia’s chest as she leads the two of you in w slow dance, her hand securely around your waist. neither of you need to say very much, and the beginnings of sunset comes to find the pair of you stretched out lazily on the picnic blanket. her head rests on your lap as you stroke her hair gently, probably running your fingers through it a few times, and singing her a lullaby or just a sweet and or slow song.
• a.n: yes, i said singing. i don’t care whether you think your voice is pretty or not, (it is. fight me.) nadia loves it because it’s uniquely yours. nothing puts her more at ease than your slow and steady voice reading or singing to her. look, some voices are deemed by most people to be the standard, lovely voice— and if you fall into that category then great! i’m so happy your voice is like that!! but if you don’t, i want you to know that some voices are made just to sing softly-spoken lullabies and i think that’s beautiful. <3
• but towards the end of your picnic, you’ll tell her tentatively, “nadi… ?” she’ll hum in response. “yes, my heart?” “well um… i know you got me all those gifts and i just wanted to say thank you,” you say softly. she sits up, coming to cup your cheek. “anything for you, my dearest. but what troubles you?”
• “well it’s just that my gift isn’t all that, i just made it myself,” you’ll try to tell her, but she’s having none of it. is shushing you by the second sentence. “don’t say ‘just’, mc. i made some of your gifts myself, too. it means that you care for me so, that you know well enough what i’d like,” she tells you with a gentle smile.
• you’ll pull out the small, carefully wrapped package in your favourite colour. “here it is,” you tell her shyly. “i hope you like it.”
• when she unwraps it, she looks to you with shining eyes. “mc, this is beautiful!” she tells you. it’s a jewellery box you smelted using magic. the intricate engravings on the top took an especially long time to do, but they’re in native prakran and your home language, looping elegantly through one another to form confessions of love, linked so that they’ll never end. in the middle are the numbers ‘II’ and ‘0’ in roman numerals, and she looks to you with glassy eyes before you tell her softly to open it.
• when she does, she loses her breath. “mc… is this you and i?” she asks you, looking up at you with the most beautiful smile you can’t help but give one in return. you nod in response, your mouth curving up ever so slightly as you recall the memory. “oh, this was our first ever dance!” she tells you, her eyes alight at the memory. “i remember how we pushed and pulled like magnets. you knew everything i was going to do before i did it, mc, and you trusted me to lead you. it was the first time i truly saw you dance, and it was uniquely beautiful,” she tells you, smiling at you. you can’t help but meet her lips at her adorable expression, pulling her to you as she tilts your head up and to the side, resting her hands on your hipbones.
• she has a gala for you over the next few days where she leads you again in the palatial dance, the two of you dancing in sync and a beautiful rhythm as she spins you around in your beautiful outfit, but today belongs to the two of you.
• you’re not getting any sleep tonight! so enjoy. but seriously, it’s the most loving, gentle night you’ve had with her yet and that’s saying something since nadia takes care of you so much. still so filled with passion, though. the morning after, she’s cancelled everything to simply lay with you, and you’re overjoyed at the unexpected gesture.
• you’ll definitely blush as you catch sight of her thoroughly marked neck, and she’ll pull you to her sleepily. you’ll both get the rest you deserve.
julian
• as you awaken, you notice that your room is empty, and you call out for julian as you step out of bed. “hey, jules!” your call echoes through the empty house.
• julian hasn’t left you a trail of rose petals, but rather detailed, encrypted instructions that lead you through the town, picking up items everywhere you go. every time you solve a clue, a grin spreads across your face— they’re all so thought through, so meaningful. you love this man and all his melodrama so much.
• when you’re finally finished with the list, you find yourself in a secluded section of the whispering woods, looking around yourself in awe. this part of the forest is lit with bioluminescence, beautiful flowers and plants streaked with all sorts of glowing colours curling into the undergrowth and lighting up the night with bursts of colour. julian sits on a dark picnic blanket, a lantern beside him, with a luminous blue, star-like flower held out towards you. “you’ve found me, mc,” comes his playful voice, and you just barrel into his arms, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing with all your might.
• all through the picnic, julian softly tells you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you, as you feed him bits of lobster claw, and eventually when the night is over it finds the two of you strolling slowly back to your house, julian’s hand tightly in yours.
muriel
• when you awaken muriel’s right there beside you, pulling you into him gently. “happy one year anniversary, mc,” he murmurs into your hair. the two of you will just snuggle and relax for the entire morning, and towards the middle of the day he’ll tell you with the biggest, tomato-red blush on his face that he… picked out an outfit for you that he thought you’d like, (with asra’s help, of course— or maybe he asked nadia, and she was surprised and taken aback but utterly delighted to help her friend) and would you like to get dressed now… ? he’ll come and pick you up later, when everything’s all set up.
• you take in the outfit with a soft smile. although it’s simple, you love it. you dress right away and spend the rest of the afternoon matching accessories and shoes, and doing your hair. if you like dresses, it’s a simple forest-green summer dress that hugs your waist and flares out, that you pair with a little locket muriel made you when he confessed his love to you. you’re wearing heels or flats, but either way you look lovely. if not a gown, you wear a simple forest-green shirt and a pair of linen trousers. either way, the simplicity makes you look radiant.
• when muriel comes back to get you, he takes you in with wide eyes, a blush spreading steadily across his face. “whoa… mc you’re so pretty,” he’ll tell you with a soft smile, and you can’t resist pressing your lips to his. he takes your hand in his and walks you through the forest. little murmurs of “mc you’re so lovely,” and “mc i love you so much,” break the calm forest noise as the two of you stroll through wildflowers and holly, until you reach a clearing full of wildflowers. it’s night now, dusk has long since fallen, and the meadow looks even more beautiful as you turn back to muriel with a grin. “muri it’s so pretty! thank you for bringing me here,” you tell him with a soft smile.
• he pulls you forward to the picnic blanket, and the two of you lay down with your faces to the stars. as he feeds you, he’ll point out constellations and tell you their stories, his voice soft and full of love. when he tells you the story of orion and the pleiades, you groan in protest you find that he still chases them across the night sky. “i’d chase you across the night sky for all eternity,” comes his quiet voice, his warm breath tickling your cheek as crickets chirrup quietly all around the two of you.
• come morning, the two of you accidentally fell asleep in the clearing… but neither of you are even mildly unhappy about that, and you laugh together the entire way home, making jokes and retelling the stories from last night in silly voices.
• muriel cuddles with you for most of today, as well.
portia
• when you wake, it’s to the sweet smell of something baking, and you throw your feet out of bed immediately, sprinting to the kitchen as you take in portia, with tousled morning hair in her sleep-shirt and underwear, baking your favourite desert. you sneak up behind her and tickle her sides, and she almost drops the tray she’s holding, setting it down quickly to turn to you, a stern expression on her face. it quickly melts away as she’s reminded of how adorable you are, and instead she feeds you a bit of batter or custard, kissing your nose as you give her a big morning hug, coming up to meet her lips and running your fingers through her hair.
• “oh, mc…” she signs into your lips. “good morning to you too, my love,” comes your answering voice, a smile on your lips. her lips curve up as well. “happy one year anniversary, mc!!” she shouts, barrelling into you with another bear hug. “oh, sweet arcana, let me die here,” you sigh into her arms before she thwacks your forehead lightly. “nuh uh, mc. you’ve already done that once,” she reminds you as you grin sheepishly.
• when she’s finished baking, you two probably take a nice warm bath together. you’ve each bought each other outfits, and you go to seperwre corners of the house, giggling softly, to change. your outfit is definitely cottagecore, and as you change into it you’re taken by how cute it looks. if you prefer gowns, yours is a classic white sleeveless picnic dress that hugs your waist and flares out around your ankles, with a tie at the back that folds sweetly into a bow. you’ve got straw wedge heels that go perfectly with the dress, and classic accessories to go along with it. if you prefer trousers, you have a classic set of light brown trousers and a cream-coloured shirt with a classic hat that matches your trousers.
• you’ve bought portia a lovely petal-pink dress with billowing sleeves that cinch around the elbows, that flutters out to the ankles, (you had it measured specifically so she doesn’t trip in it) and a soft tie to go around her waist. you’re hoping she leaves her hair open, and as the two of you meet in the kitchen in the middle of the house, both of you smile at the other. before either of you can say anything, pepi gives a proud little “peep!” and sits in between the both of you, tilting her head. the two of you haven’t left her out of the fun, and she’s got a sweet little cream-and-pink coloured bow around her neck. the two of you laugh as portia turns to you. “i knew you’d look amazing in that, sweetheart!” she tells you with a grin. “give us a twirl!” you do so, and spin her in your arms, pulling her in for a kiss as the two of you grab the picnic basket and head out.
• the meadow is big and beautiful, stretching into the distance. there are wildflowers everywhere, and as you lay out the picnic blanket you can’t help pulling portia up to you and away from the blanket to dance with you among the flowers. dancing with portia isn’t like dancing with any of the other main 6. dancing with portia is… instinctual. you’re led by your shared love and trust in each other, and it’s gentle but sure. you know she’s there to lead you in the dance, and her hand around your waist is secure. as you dance, she rests her head on your chest as you now take control, leading the two of you in a slow spin and then dipping her to meet her lips with yours.
• you feed each other, and read to each other, simply enjoying each other’s company until the sun sets.
lucio
• lucio has the entire day planned to a tee. the outfit he’s picked out for you is obviously lavish and probably worth more than some people make in a lifetime. gifts are also his love language, but he’s very domineering in what he’ll give you. it all conforms to what he wants you to wear and like. and so, even if you aren’t too into the overly expensive outfit, you wear it anyway and take yourself down to the gala he’s planned specifically for today.
• “ah, my darling mc!” he calls to you, as a smile lights up his face. he pulls you to him, dipping you for the whole court to see as he rights you again, wrapping his arm around your waist. “oh, mc. you do know that i love you more than life itself, don’t you?” comes his dramatic voice, soft so only you can hear.
• when the banquet is finished, get ready to not sleep at all have a lovely relaxing night.
#asra headcanons#asra x mc#countess nadia#julian devorak#julian the arcana#lucio the arcana#muriel the arcana#muriel x mc#asra the arcana#nadia headcanons#portia the arcana#portia devorak#julian headcanons#the arcana fluff#nadia the arcana fluff
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to be yours and you, mine.
Kuroo Tetsurō x reader | just pure angst. so much angst.
warning: major character death
prelude: the end lets its presence be known before it comes around. At times, that sense of awareness feels like a blessing. But with you and Tetsurou, the reminder of what soon will come can only hurt you even further. Because mankind has never been powerful enough to do anything against so many things. We have always been weak in the face of nature. especially against the passage of time and all the things it keeps taking from us.
It's almost odd how the world changed when you realised what the moments of silence has reduced your relationship into. How, when you finally acknowledged the fact that perhaps the end of a prolonged short story is nearer than you'd rather believe, a filter seemed to slip off of the camera, along with the vibrance you never realised was raised too high. It's not like the frames suddenly are less colourful. It's just that the tinges of blue in the shadows and highlights have made themselves more obvious, like a sign waiting for you to conclude things yourself.
Maybe it's because it's the new years and new beginnings just seem so scary. Or maybe it's the ice in the air, or the meteorologist on the television announcing that it's 7°C that morning that makes the lack of warmth between you and him more unbearable. But you wake up to the silence of the world, not even the birds are around to fuss above your house. To the empty space beside you, a reminder of his message three days ago.
Tetsu(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
I'm staying with my family this new year. Okaa-san thinks I need to spend 'the end of the year and the beginning of a new one with those that made such days possible for me'. You know, her usual line to remind me of their importance. Miss you.
Let's video call on new year's eve, yeah?
received 9:26
He did call you last night. Not the video call he promised, but a voice call on Line. But you didn't answer. If he asked why, you would've told him you were with your friends in a shrine celebrating new years with prayers for a better future for one another, drinking sake, and walking the streets of Shibuya with your girls and gays and the one guy friend that everyone wonders how he ended up in the group.
It didn't hurt that he only called you once and never tried again. It didn't hurt that he didn't ask why. But fuck was it painful to hear the voicemail.
"Happy new year, Y/N san. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be there with you, I promise. I love you. So much."
It's scary and painful how his voice seemed to waver. How it was shaky and devoid of his usual timbre, a ghost of what once was a joking and rarely serious tone that took light of most situations. His voice that you loved so much, absent because maybe he knew too.
Maybe he was aware that no saving can be done to bring forth the past as if it was the present. To rebuild the broken and to remind you both of what you had all these years. To you and him, the signs couldn't be more obvious. When the world crumbles, you don't save it. You kiss it goodbye and go on to search for a new one. One that won't break with you in it. (but you know you won't search. you never do.)
You spend the next hours awake. The consciousness, unwanted. You want so much to just fall down as if the darkness can just swallow you and you'd be happier in it. In silence, you might feel better.
But you can't help the way your brain works. You bask in the reminiscing, the present disappearing before you until it's the past that owns you.
It's not the memories that grabs hold of you but him in his entirety. You cry because you will miss all that he is. The lazy tone he uses when he feels comfortable beside you on the couch. The humour he finds in everything, even in chemistry which is crazy because nothing about chemistry is comical. The messy hair he refuses to tame because he loses his identity, a piece of him, his pride and legacy when his hair looks neat. You'll miss his hand on your back when you're walking outdoors, his iced coffee with a secret ingredient that is probably not really a secret, his hugs when you feel yourself falling in the deep hole of misery, his excitement when he speaks of volleyball, his pride when he talks about his achievements, his— all of him. You'll miss all of him. Too much.
Kuroo spends the car ride thinking of you. Reminding himself to remind you of all that you must remember. To hold your hand tight for as long as he can until he can't.
He reminds himself of the things he love so much about you. Of your unequaled patience and trust in him. Of your ability to strip him of all his bad so that he can only see his good. Of your laughter when he speaks of his day as comically as possible. Of the mornings he wakes up beside you. Of your— everything. All that you are.
Because as the car nears your house, he feels himself crumble. Because he just knows what is about to come. So he must keep in him all your good and bad to be grounded. To stay long enough.
Kuroo stays in the car and stared at the door. The door that opens slowly and reveals you in your scarf and windbreaker. Beautiful. You in all your tear-stained glory, your nose and ears red. He stares as you step into the snow and approach him. He stares as you knock on the window.
And so he opens the door.
You break again the moment you see him. You wish to be strong for him. He doesn't deserve your sadness and weakness but he told you to let yourself be. That your tears are better seen than hidden. Because it helps him and you know how you are feeling. So that he doesn't have to walk around eggshells because you both expose all your vulnerability to one another.
So you fall on his knees. You dont wait for him to get out. You cry on his lap and you know he cried with you. You fall apart together. The same way you built each other to be whoever you two are today, you both break each other.
You say, Testu. Tetsu Tetsu Tetsu Tetsu. He says it's fine, he's fine. He leans and kisses your head and you cry more the same way he does as he hugs you from above. I'm sorry, you say. I should've answered your call, you say.
But I was scared. I was too scared.
And you both know. You fear the same thing. Because as Kuroo is placed on his wheelchair with your help and Kenma's who has been with you two since the very beginning. He leaves both of you because he knows that's what's best. He gives Kuroo a hug before he drives away.
He's bone-thin. Dark bags under his eyes, cheekbones too visible, lips too pale— tired. He looked more tired than three days ago, before he suddenly disappeared that day and you felt too much pain because was he gonna leave you that way? Was he not gonna be with you until the very last of everything?
You were thankful he texted you that night. Because you would've gone crazy with all your thoughts. You understood why he had to go home. His family needed him and he needed them. You couldn't be selfish.
That night, you spend hours on your bed with Kuroo. He didn't need the morphine, he tells you. He's okay. But his breathing is ragged and he's sweating. He can't move without hurting. But you don't give him painkillers because he told you so. So instead, you kiss him. You kiss him and tell him you love him. You tell him you were happiest with him. He doesn't talk much. But the last he said before you both slept was, "I love you too. More than anything and everything. I love you."
The next morning, you cry harder. This time, all by yourself. Tetsutetsutetsutetsutetsutetsu. He never responds.
You cry harder.
But at the very least, he was still holding your hand.
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Tetsu(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
Science is yet to prove the existence of reincarnation so instead of pinning everything on it, I'd rather appreciate this one life I spent loving you. Because there's no other way for me to have lived than to be yours and you mine. This one life is enough for the universe to understand that we are eternity, you and me. Forever.
I love you. I know you love me too.
2:09 am
You
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
5:27 am
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Okaa-san - mother
Tetsu - nickname for Kuroo from his first name, Tetsuro. In Japan, cute nicknames are more common than endearments like honey or love.
Shibuya - a city or special ward in the prefecture, Tokyo.
Sake - Japanese alcohol made of rice and other ingredients.
Line - most used messaging app in Japan.
Thanks for reading!
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Heelo just a quick question, do u know any good tododeku fics that don't have much angst? I'm finding a lack of good ones and u seemed a good person to ask
you’ve come to right place my friend (jk but im so flattered u would think that) i do know of some good ones but disclaimer: i haven’t been reading fanfics in a while as i’ve been very busy so these are mostly just from my bookmarked fics from months ago
also these were VERY hard to filter out lmao so hmu if ya’ll want more. i also included a few nsfw but if that’s not your taste then just ignore them okay
Sweater Weather series by crispykrimiSummary: Midoriya Izuku has a hoodie that he wears all the time in the dorms, and Shouto is suddenly and irreversibly gay. A collection of domestic moments of Shouto settling in to dorm life with his classmates.(this series has got to be one of my all time favorite fics. the magic word? DOMESTIC)
a certain place by evanescent Summary: Todoroki, Midoriya and their (mis)adventures in living together.
don’t go that way (i’ll wait for you) by celestialfics Summary: The aftermath of injury-heavy battles and hospital stays are rarely pleasant, but Izuku at least makes things feel okay.
human alarm clock by TMOTCSummary: During the mornings, Shouto loses whatever neatness, tidiness, and courtesy he normally possesses.Izuku thinks it’s cute. Shouto is cute. Shouto is always cute, but he’s especially so in the morning.
Next To You by hanwritesstuff (hannahkannao)Summary: “…Hey, Izuku?” Shouto asks, hesitantly breaking the silence. “Yeah?” “What do you think about taking the weekend off?”(also suggest reading the prequel after I Want to Thank You With All of My Heart)
A Chance of Showers by hanwritesstuff (hannahkannao)Summary: There’s something nice about being inside during a rainstorm.
pax by bigspoonnoyaSummary: Midoriya Izuku and his classmates put their adolescence on hold to save the world. Now, in peace time, it’s a world that doesn’t need them anymore. Heroes are becoming former. But when a young Yuuei alumni falls prey to a grisly copycat murder, the case winds its way from professional to personal, and forces on them all the growing up they’d been too busy to do before.(a bit angsty, but happy ending!!)
i’ll be here by katarasvevoSummary: Shouto visits an injured Izuku at the hospital.
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La Pomme ~ Chapter 13
Pairing: Sam x OC (eventual Dean x OC and Dean x Castiel. And I mean eventual.)
Series summary: George is a casual French-Mistake-universe Supernatural fan living in no-COVID 2020, who's life is upended when she's suddenly launched between realities, two years into the boys' past (S13E22). What begins as an insane, immersive fan experience turns into more when Jack goes missing and George offers up her AU information to help track him down. Soon it's discovered that she and Sam may actually have history. But that's impossible, right?
Word Count: 3,800
Warnings: {smut, fluff, angst, show level violence, swearing, mentions of suicide} ***Detailed warnings will be tagged for specific chapters.
A/N: Following the events of my prequel Paradise and second story From My Eyes Off. Reading those first gives context but isn’t necessary to start this one.
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Early the next morning, they'd all gotten outta bed a little sluggish but showered and dressed quickly. George was moving extra slow because what little sleep she did get had been plagued by nightmares. Typically she could remember even the smallest details of her incredibly vivid dreams for hours after she awoke, but this time the only thing she could focus on was a lingering sense of panic, like she was being hunted by something dangerous.
The exhaustion ended up being a blessing, though, because Sam and George were both too tired to be awkward around each other while they got ready. As he showered, George dressed in her new clothes; the dark bootcut jeans, maroon v-neck long sleeved tee, and Friends hoodie. She gave a little knock on the bathroom door to let Sam know that the coast was clear, before sitting down to slip on her new black tennis shoes.
He emerged a few moments later dressed in a dark blue and white flannel and dark blue jeans, his wet hair slicked back and out of his face. That damn sexy beard was still there, too; still wet from the shower.
Oh my. Her eyes went wide, feeling the temperature in the room skyrocket. Sam must have caught her reaction because he looked down at himself curiously.
"What?" He wondered.
"Er--nothing! Sorry." She mumbled, quickly turning away to hide her smirk.
That's all the caffeine my libido needed.
While she fanned herself discreetly, she gathered up her things. Once she was sure she had everything--including the teddy--Sam threw on his chocolate brown jacket and they left the room, meeting up with Dean and Cas at the car. Everyone was ready to hit the road by sunrise.
They stopped at the Carrier Bistro, another Carson City gem, for a quick breakfast because Sam and George were starving. Matching their car seating arrangements, Dean and Sam sat on one side of the booth, Cas and George sat across from them. Castiel got water, George got iced tea, a waffle, and a side of eggs, Sam got an egg white omelet, and Dean, who'd already eaten nearly half the pie George bought for him, ordered some toast and a side of bacon (because a little grease is the perfect thing to top off a ton of sugar in the morning). Both brothers also ordered 'the world's largest coffee or the next best thing.'
When the waiter left, George filled them in on her adventures the night before.
"Once I left you guys, I tried taking the cab to my mom's house but no one was there. The house didn't even look the same, but I know it was the right address. Same thing for my dad's house, the house I grew up in across town, and the condo my brother recently bought. They all looked different and no one I recognized was there. So, I decided to try researching my family to see if I could track down where they were and that's when I found that." She gestured at the article she'd found about the house fire that was set on the table between them.
"That's why you went to the college?" Dean confirmed.
George seemed surprised, "Yea… how did yo-"
"It's what we do," He responded coolly, taking a sip of his coffee when the waiter dropped their drinks off.
"We tracked you down through the cab company," Sam reminded her. After a beat she remembered him mentioning it the night before, nodding affirmatively.
"Ran into Stacey," Dean interjected with a smirk, George's eyes went a little wide in surprise. "She was helpful, pointed us in the direction of the diner. But-uh, she asked us to pass on a message." He took a sip of his coffee, shooting eyes at Sam.
A faint blush creeped onto her cheeks and she chuckled nervously, avoiding Sam's gaze, "Oh?"
Sam cleared his throat nervously, "Uh, yea, she just wanted us to tell you to, uh, lose her number?" He tried to seem nonchalant and uninterested. Dean was grinning from ear to ear, staring with open curiosity at her.
Her expression was a cross between indignation and guilt as she asked, "What?! Why? What did you say to her?"
Sam looked pointedly at Dean, who was now trying to look innocent and answered, "Nothing! We said we were trying to find a missing person whose boyfriend wa-"
"You told her I have a boyfriend?! Ugh, Dean!" George laughed and rolled her eyes. The three of them were looking at her expectantly, so she explained, "Without a student ID they weren't going to let me in, so… I had to find another way," She batted her eyelashes exaggeratedly at them.
"So, what, you blinked at her?" Dean chuckled at his own joke as she reached across the table to slap his arm.
"No, I used the only resources I had at my disposal," She clarified pointedly. When they still seemed confused, she sat up straight and pushed her chest out with a clearing of her throat.
"Oohhh, I see! Your resources. Got it," Dean gave her an exaggerated wink and took another drink of his coffee.
"Yea! And now you've told her I have a boyfriend and she thinks I'm an asshole!"
"I got the impression she just thought you were confused," Dean offered helpfully.
"Oh my god! Damn it, Dean!" George laughed in annoyance.
"Why does it matter?" He laughed indignantly right back. "Were you planning on pursuing that? I think I saw a payphone back in Reno if you'd like us to drop you off on our way to Jack."
George 'grr'ed at him and shook her head, "That's not the point! I am not confused about my sexuality and I don't cheat on my partners, which--thanks to you--is now what Stacey thinks! Not exactly the kind of thing I want becoming canon."
"Relax, flirting isn't cheating," Dean waved her off flippantly.
George's nostrils flared and she smiled condescendingly, "Well, thanks for warning me about your standards, but I'm not talking about the flirting." Sam snorted loudly and tried not to laugh, clearing his throat exaggeratedly when Dean gave him a dirty look. Having paused to hold back her own laughter, she explained, "I… sort of flashed her in order to get login credentials to use the computer."
Sam and Dean jumped in surprise as the waiter walked up at that moment, dropped their food, and refilled the coffee swiftly. George, sweet smile plastered on her face, buttered and syruped her waffle in silence. Castiel seemed to be calculating the ramifications of that statement, Sam was blushing, and Dean was stunned to silence. Cutting a piece, she nodded affirmatively and then took a bite, chewing with a big, closed mouthed grin as they all processed.
"Ohhhhh! You used your resources," Dean finally said slowly and with great emphasis. Then he nodded slowly in appreciation, "Not bad," he stamped his approval before shoveling a bacon into his mouth. George blushed a bit but smiled again with a small eye roll, before tipping an imaginary hat at him. She glanced at Sam briefly to gauge his reaction, before taking another bite. His expression was indiscernible, but he looked more curious than disgusted, so that was promising.
Castiel waited for them to eat a few bites in awkward, contemplative silence before asking curiously, "You 'flashed her' what? Do you have a fake badge of some kind?"
Sam choked on his omelet and Dean snorted into his coffee. Laughing nervously, George glanced between them, suddenly seeming slightly embarrassed about the situation for the first time. Having done it was one thing, having to describe it was another.
Looking back at Castiel she answered, "Flashing is uh,... it's when you… you just kind of, you just, you lift your shirt up for a minute. Or whatever."
Castiel didn't understand, "You lift your shirt 'up?' Up where? Why is that a form of currency suitable for trade?"
It had been her literal job for the past 10 years to educate and communicate on sex, but being questioned by an angel was like going to confession on steroids. Even though his tone was purely curious, she felt inexplicably judged. And she was agnostic!
She thought about it for a moment, noting the total lack of assist from the still recovering brothers across the table and finally just stated matter of factly, "Oh fuck it, I lifted my shirt over my chest and showed her what was underneath." When he still looked confused, she clarified further, "My breasts, Castiel. I showed her my breasts. That's what flashing is. And in exchange for letting her look at my breasts, she logged me into a computer. There."
Dean took another bite of bacon to stifle his laughter after asking, "Curious, if you wanted that 'becoming canon?'" George flipped him the bird before stealing one bacon as retribution.
Castiel seemed to understand the explanation but asked, "How did you know she was interested in seeing your breasts?"
George snorted, patting his arm patronizingly, and ever-so-humbly saying, "Uh, let's just say I had a hunch," then glanced again at the brothers who both shook their heads in amusement.
Sam cleared his throat and finally found his voice again, "I think what Cas means is, ho-how did you know she was… interested in-in your chest-" Sam stuttered, glancing at Dean who snickered, "Er, I mean, not like that! I meant-"
"You meant, how did I know she was gay?" George clarified kindly, to which Sam nodded in thanks. She shrugged, "Well, I didn't for sure, but queer people can usually sense our friends." She gave Dean a discreet smirk and once over before continuing, "Based on that, and some of her more apparent interests, I took a shot. Not the worst experience, all things considered; certainly lucked out that she was cute and friendly."
No one was quite sure how to respond until Dean commented with a mouth full of toast, "I guess she was cute, if you like girls with heavy theatre makeup."
George furrowed her brow, "What? She wasn't wearing that much makeup."
"I guess that's subjective; all that pink blush everywhere was too much for my taste," He shook his head with a shrug.
George and Sam shared an annoyed eye roll and he corrected quickly, "Dean, that wasn't makeup. She had vitiligo."
"Viti-what-o?"
George swatted at him again, "Vitiligo, loser! It's a condition where you lose skin color in patches because the pigmentation cells die."
"Oh," Dean said, intrigued. He thought about it for a minute and then said, "Then you're right, she was cute. Do you still have that number?"
"Oh wow," George blurted, rubbing a hand over her face and chuckling. "Sorry guy, she was definitely a lesbian."
"Anyway!" Sam interjected to save them all from his perverted brother.
Still chucking, George picked the conversation back up on his cue, "Anyway, after the flashing she logged me into a computer and I was able to find out all about my nonexistence," She made an exaggerated sneer, as though the idea offended her. "So, mom's parents: dead in a house fire supposedly due to faulty wiring. Over on my dad's side, I had to go all the way back three generations where I discovered that my great grandfather succumbed to illness on the battlefield during WWI before he'd had any children. Other than my Aunt Lorna, who by all accounts is alive somewhere, the entire family I grew up with doesn't exist." She paused and took a sip of her drink, trying to swallow down her emotions.
"I'm sorry, George," Sam reached over and placed his hand over hers consolingly, the other two giving her sympathetic looks. She smiled softly at the touch, turning her hand over in his and squeezing in gratitude. When she noticed the raised brow on Dean's face, she cleared her throat and pulled her hand away to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I was just kind of in shock when I found everything." She paused to take a thoughtful bite of her scrambled eggs before continuing, "Not shock actually… more like, happy surprise? I was kinda relieved, if I'm honest." Sam and she shared another knowing glance before she continued, "Like, I can focus on helping you guys now because I know nothing is holding me back. I have no family to worry about. I'm completely, totally… utterly, and… 100 percent alone here," As she said it the internal struggle between relief and spiraling panic boiled up again.
Sam frowned, but Castiel was the one who offered comfort, "You're not alone, George."
"Thanks, Castiel," She sighed in frustration and put her fork down, suddenly losing her appetite. "What I mean is, I just felt this strange sense of acceptance and…" she struggled to find the right words to describe an indescribable feeling. "Purpose? It was like 'OK, my family isn't here, I don't have anyone who might be worrying about me, so now I can focus on what I'm supposed to do'. I mean I've always felt different; I never fit in much. I was always the weird kid and didn't have many friends, and holy shit my family. Ya know, I love 'em but--and this sounds bad, so excuse the obvious lack of humility here--I just always felt like the sane patient in the asylum, ya know? It--Ya know what, not the time to get into it," She had sounded like she was headed off on a tangent but pulled herself back.
"When I found all this information last night, I--I…I don't really know how to explain it," She and Sam shared a quick knowing glance before she continued, "but while I should have felt devastated, I mostly felt relief. Like I finally could breathe in all the way because I'm where I'm supposed to be? It was also confirmation that the only people I knew in this universe were the people I was already with, and already helping! Bonus," She finished with a hesitant, confused chuckle. She knew how crazy she sounded. The look Dean was giving her seemed to indicate he felt the same. "Don't ask me to explain it because I have no idea," giving a defeated shrug, she continued, "anyway, I knew you guys were going to find me soon, so I printed the article and left--not before Stacey gave me her number--and headed over to Brown Cub for your food," Dean tipped his imaginary hat to her. "Then I got the room, stripped off those crusty ass clothes, and took the best shower of my life. Then you showed up."
"What do you mean you *knew* we'd find you soon?" Castiel questioned.
"What?" She'd stolen another piece of Dean's bacon and had to dodge his swatting. "What do you mean?"
"How did you know we would find you?"
"Oh, I didn't know-know, I just...figured? I mean, like Dean said, it's what you do--the Winchesters and Castiel, ya know? You've got a certain set of skills," She cracked, winking at Sam and then shrugged, "I knew it wouldn't be long before you'd be able to track me down."
Castiel pressed, "How could we track you down? We don't even know your last name and you don't have a cell phone. How did you know we were coming?" George gave Sam and Dean a raised eyebrow, not understanding why Cas was semi-interrogating her.
Dean felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and pulled it out to see Garth calling. He excused himself from the table to answer it.
"I...I mean, I didn't know you were coming. I just-"
"Tell me more about your instincts feeling heightened? And your sense of purpose? Do you know what this 'purpose' might be?" He questioned her.
Thinking he was just being a concerned friend, George shook her head helplessly, "No, not really. Honestly, I--"
He cut her off to ask matter-of-factly, "Do you have any Enochian protection symbols on your person?"
She was confused by the question, "What, like a tattoo? No, I told you I wasn't that big of a fan--"
"Could be a tattoo, could be something burned into your skeletal structure, maybe?"
"Not that I'm aware of?" George smirked in confusion, glancing at Sam for any explanation. His feeble shrug in response offered no clarity.
"Because, when I try to read you, you're fuzzy--"
"Sorry--I'm fuzzy when you try and read me?" George looked indignant.
"Hey, we got problems." Dean had returned from his phone call and seemed agitated. "That was Garth. He joined Carol and Suzie on the recon like we asked and they saw the demon pack grab a 12 year old boy for lunch. They stormed in and nearly got themselves killed saving him."
"Jesus," George commented with a frown.
"Are they--" Sam began with concern.
Anticipating his question, Dean cut him off, "They're safe for right now but they're hurt and pretty sure the pack tailed them. They need help. I tried mom and Bobby but they're tracking something near Fresno, closer to us than them and..." Dean paused heavily, giving George an indiscernible expression.
"And?!" Sam asked impatiently.
Dean sighed, "Carol thinks she saw Jack with the demons while they were trying to escape."
"What?!" George and Sam exclaimed simultaneously. George's was far more indignant than Sam's.
"Carol says that when they went in to rescue the boy, they passed other rooms. Most were empty but she swears she saw someone who looked an awful lot like Jack in one. By the time she saw him, they were running with the kid, so she can't be a hundred percent sure b--"
"Well, I'm a hundred percent sure Carol needs her eyes checked!" George blurted out, before retracting her neck and looking apologetic, "Sorry, that was unnecessary. Carol is lovely and I'm sure it was a terrifying situation." She paused and then looked at Dean with a pleading expression, "That being said: she's WRONG! I just finished spilling my guts out to you about an identity crisis over the fact that my entire family doesn't exist! And the one good thing that came out of it is that now I know I'm meant to be here! The only answer I'm missing is why I'm here and helping you both--finding jack--that's the only answer that makes any sense. It's why I feel so strongly about going to Oregon with you. Think about it, what other reason could there possibly be for this weird ass situation if not to help you locate Jack?" Sam gulped a bit, a few suggestions running through his mind quickly. Dean was contemplating her words, weighing his options carefully. George sighed and continued, "Listen, I don't know who Carol saw, but I. Promise. You. It wasn't Jack! We need to keep going; we are headed the right way, I know it! Jack--"
"Is in danger and if we don't find him soon he could die, George," Dean sounded stern. He was irritated, but trying not to raise his voice. "We can't risk it!"
George took his new, huffy tone as a personal challenge, matching it with some added neck twists for emphasis, "Which is exactly why we need to keep going toward Oregon, because that's where he is!"
"Both of you, to your corners!" Castiel scolded suddenly, both of them looking about ready to punch the other. "Our primary goal is to find Jack and get him home safe. We have two leads and enough people to follow both. I'll go back to the motel and see if I can find a car to borrow, and head to Butte. The three of you keep following George's lead."
"Cas--"
"No arguments. Enough time has been wasted and, you're right, Dean, he's in danger. That being said," Cas cut Dean off when he tried to interrupt, "George is right, too."
"I am?" George was surprised by the support.
"She is?!" Dean was suspect.
"Yes. It's clear she feels very strongly about Jack being in Oregon and I trust her."
"I do, too," Sam agreed.
George's eyes went wide at the both of them, "You do?" 'Surprised' didn't even begin to cover it.
"Yes, I do," Castiel answered definitively. "Now, you should settle the bill and get going. If you find Jack--"
"We'll call you right away," Sam finished understandingly as he stood up from the booth to handle the check. He stepped away, leaving George to sit in a state of semi-shock, silently mulling over the concept of trust.
Dean's brow was furrowed, staring at the table intently. After a minute he nodded, addressing Cas, "I'll walk you out."
The two men began to head for the exit, and George leapt up, "Wait!" She stepped in front of Cas and looked him over, "OK, um, OK, look, I-I'm nervous about you leaving but I get it, I guess," She shot Dean a dirty look over Cas' shoulder. "Just… please be careful. Don't do anything stupid, OK? If you think to yourself 'Dean would do that!' do the opposite, yes?"
As Dean rolled his eyes, Castiel smiled kindly in response to her concern. With a gentle nod he assured, "I'll be careful. I think it goes without saying that I want you all," he looked at Dean over his shoulder pointedly, "to do the same."
George nodded in agreement and hesitated before throwing her arms around him and hugging tightly. Cas stood in place, receiving her hug awkwardly. Not until George suggested he hug back did he carefully lift his arms and pat her on the back quickly. When she let go, she gave him a nervous grimace and the two men left.
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