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sunlightmurdock · 1 year

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The Parent Trap | 0.3 | Bradley Bradshaw x Ex-Wife!Reader

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♡ In which, after a couple of years of listening to Peyton and Parker Bradshaw complain about their parents’ custody agreement, Grandpa Mav’s meddling goes a little bit too far.

♡ warnings: mentions of divorce throughout the fic, flashbacks to arguments and unhappily married people. Idiots who still love each other and don’t know it, struggles during breastfeeding, Jake Seresin cameo, flashback indicated by italics

“Bradley, I am so sorry — I don’t know what happened, one minute they were—“

“It’s not your fault.” Bradley’s much calmer than the rambling college student in his hallway is. She’s grabbing onto his arm, practically tugging at his sleeve. Exhasperated, Bradley finally turns his attention towards her and shrugs. “Sorry that they scared you. They’re just… going through something right now, I dunno.”

Her smile is soft, understanding as she trails her fingers along the back side of his bicep and gives an eager nod of her head. She leans just a little bit closer, brushing shoulders with him. His brows furrow slightly as he inhales, “You smell good. Do you always wear that perfume?” He hadn’t noticed it before.

She soars, beaming at him immediately and shaking her head as she leans closer to him again, “No, just sometimes.”

Special occasions and such, like coming over here.

He nods, then digs his hand into his pocket. “It’s nice,” Rooster pulls open the leather wallet and hands her a hundred — a reasonable tip after what the girls put her through. “Thanks. Don’t know what I’d do without you, kid.”

She winces, fingers trailing along the inside of his forearm, not for a moment discouraged. “Call me any time, Bradley. I mean it.”

Then, she turns and sways her hips as she walks back to her own place next door. You squint as you rest your elbow on the passenger side doorframe, “She’s so trying to fuck him.”

“So?” Chris prompts at your side. You turn your head towards him and he smiles, giving your knee a playful squeeze.

Bradley waits until she’s inside and heads over to Chris’ truck. “They’re in bed. Told ‘em they’re grounded, I’m thinking two days — since they didn’t actually leave the house or anything.”

“Got it, freedom on Tuesday. Sorry for biting your head off about losing them.” You reply sheepishly, glancing back towards the babysitter’s house as the bedroom light turns on upstairs. She stands in front of the window and unzips the back of her dress, making your eyes widen slightly.

“Already forgotten. Thanks for tonight, it was fun — and good meeting you, Chris. You two get home safe.” Bradley walks back slowly and gives you both a polite wave, then turns and heads back inside. Your kids and no supervision is not a combination that works.

Chris pulls away from the curve and rests his hand against your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You two are good at this whole co-parenting thing, I’ve never seen exes agree on stuff as much as you do.”

Shutting the front door behind him and putting the electronics on top of the kitchen cabinet so that his whirlwind kids won’t be able to find them, Bradley checks their room quickly before he heads to bed himself.

The next morning, Parker’s up first, sitting at the end of the couch and shoveling spoonfuls of cereal into her mouth while Teen Titans plays in front of her. Bradley rubs tiredly at his eyes, blinking the sleep from them as he strolls pasts her and aims, half-awake, for the kitchen.

“Morning, Peanut.” Bradley mumbles, shorts loose around his waist, a size too big now. He isn’t too sure what size he wears these days. She hums in acknowledgment, mouth too full to answer him properly.

He exhales slowly and rolls his shoulders back, closing his eyes just briefly about halfway through the stretch. In that split-second, the outstretched, manicured hand of a Malibu Barbie cuts into the middle of his foot and makes him wince.

“Ah, fu— god, Parks, what have I told you about these toys?” Bradley winces, hopping on one foot and bending his leg to check that her plastic fingers didn’t actually tear open the sole of his foot.

She gulps down the soggy cereal and shrugs without looking up from the TV screen. “Sorry, Dad.”

Auto-pilot takes care of making the morning coffee, Bradley stretches out his neck and leans against the countertop. He brings the cup up to his mouth and takes a sip, not as sweet as you used to make it — he still doesn’t know what you put in it to make it taste like that.

It’s sunny outside today, a warm and bright Sunday morning. Payton still sound asleep upstairs, Parker having already been up for about an hour and finishing her second bowl of cereal. Nothing out of the ordinary. Other than the coffee. Other than you, waking up in another place, in another man’s arms.

The thought lingers with him as he sips his morning coffee. Sundays were always sacred in your home. Not in the sense that you were dragging everyone out of bed an into church at the first sign of light, just that they were yours. Yours and his, and the kids. Warm Sunday mornings, four of you in bed and usually a tiny foot digging into Bradley’s ribs or his shoulder hanging off the bed.

You always made a point of doing something with the kids on days like that. Picnics in the garden, trips down to the beach or the museum, sometimes the park. Setting his mug down on the counter top, he turns his head away from the window and walking back towards the living room.

As he does, Payton wanders into the living room with her hair a mess and her arms stretched out over her head. “Morning, Daddy.”

“Morning, Honeybee,” Bradley answers, leaning against the doorframe and folding his arms over his chest. “How do you two troublemakers feel like going to the aquarium today?”

Parker looks up as her sister settles down onto the couch at her side, “Aren’t we grounded?” Peyton elbows her for reminding him. Bradley’s lips quirk softly. He gives a small shrug of his shoulders.

“You are, but why should my weekend suck just because you two decided to practice your disappearing act?”

A quick glance between the two of them, and their faces light up. Recognition in each of their faces, they know what this is. Peyton beams at her father, “Can we invite Grandpa Mav?”

You wake up on your front, your cheek smushed up against warm, soft skin. You must have stirred before consciousness actually comes for you, because Chris is already wrapping his arms around your middle and kissing the top of your head.

“Mornin’,” His voice is deep and gravelly from sleep, his calloused palm smoothing along the length of your spine. “Did you sleep alright?”

You should have. The perfect buzz on from dinner, a long day before that and great sex after it — you should’ve slept deep and dreamlessly. You hope, for a second, that it had least appeared that way.

“You were tossing and turning all night.” Chris adds, concern and humour in his tone at once. You swallow softly and lift your head from his shoulder, lips quirked into a pleasant smile.

“Yeah, was just having a nice dream.” You answer quietly. He grins at you. The assumption, of course, is that he was in your dream. It’s a fair assumption to make, after the night that the two of you had shared. Guilt sits in the pit of your stomach as you trail your fingers along his stubbled jaw.

It’s nothing to feel guilty about. Your dream had been nice, those memories were nice. The twins’ third birthday party. After the mischief last night, it had just been on your mind — the first time they had tried to trade places, for no reason other than to see if you would notice. Troublemakers from the very start.

Like it was yesterday, you remember their crumb-covered, cubby cheeks and their screeching giggles — their friendship. God, that was a fun year, watching them teach each other and talk. It was the first time that it finally felt like it might not have been too much.

Growing like weeds, they needed new shoes almost every months and their speech was coming along like wildfire.

You step under the warm stream of water that pours from the shower head, letting it warm your skin. Chris already gone to catch up on an upcoming project for work, you’ve got the place to yourself to sit and reminisce. You catch sight of the bathroom countertop, just briefly before your eyes are closed and your head is tipped back to let the water soak your hair.

“I just mean… don’t you miss them being that tiny? — all those cuddles, and all the firsts.” Your legs kicked against the counter, arms braced against the top and your head tilted. That head tilt is code for ‘I want something’ — Bradley knew this by then.

“And the diapers, the puking, the— what?” His lips had quirked slightly, brows scrunching as he patted the leftover shaving cream from his face. He studied your gaze through the mirror. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You exhale softly and lather shampoo between your palms. That had been such a fantastic day.

You hopped down from the counter and pressed yourself against his back, cheek resting against the swell of his bicep as you peered at him through the mirror. Smoothing your fingers softly over his tanned skin, admiring his shirtless form, you reminded yourself to speak before the notion could slip your mind immediately.

It’s easy to get distracted when you’re studying Bradley like that.

“Well, I was just thinking,” you kissed his arm, right below his shoulder, tenderly and brushed your cheek against his freckled skin. Bradley caught on quickly, face contorting in realization before you even spoke. “Would another one really be such a bad thing?”

Rooster watched as you nuzzled into him, pressing yourself more firmly against his back and working delicate kisses along his broad shoulders. Like he even needed convincing.

“One was the plan last time.” He had reminded you, resting his palms against the counter top, lips quirking up into an amused smile as you kissed the contours of his bicep.

“My uterus and I are in agreement, no twins this time.”

You still chuckle at that one now, tipping your head back to rinse the suds from your hair. His smile, peering back at you through the mirror, lingers on the insides of your eyelids so long that you’re surprised to find him not there when you open him. Blurry condensation in his place.

“Well, I mean — if you guys have already agreed on it,” He had given his shoulders a soft shrug, lips hinting at a smile for just a moment before he broke out into a full grin. “Then who am I to get in the way of that?”

You had gasped as he pulls you from behind him and planted you on the bathroom counter, catching hold of your knees. Bracketing them on either side of his hips, he tugged you to the edge of the surface and grinded himself against you through the thin cover of his plaid pyjama pants.

“Really? — You want another one?”

“Can’t pretend that I haven’t thought about it,” Bradley admitted, already cupping your neck with his palm and kissing warmly at your exposed skin.

The feeling of his mouth, his mustache, on your neck is still something that makes you shiver now. Leaning in to that feeling is surely hardwired into your DNA at this point; just a genetic response.

“You gotta remember how hard it was for me to keep my hands off of you when you were pregnant, though? — You gonna put me through that again, honey?” Bradley had teased, nipping playfully at your earlobe and pressing his chest into yours. Smelling of peppermint and shaving foam, clean from the shower and curls still wet. You had smoothed your hands along the length of his back and grinned.

“I think you can handle it, big guy.”

You swallow softly and wipe the water from your eyes, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. Unsure of exactly which, you take a moment to figure out what variation of hormones could be causing you to vividly remember that day with Bradley on a random Sunday morning, two years after your divorce.

More specifically — that sex with Bradley. It was always good with Bradley, he was always such a good listener and he was experienced even before you came across him, but he really settled into his sexuality after he met you. You haven’t quite gotten to that place with Chris, just yet. Maybe that’s it.

The sex with Chris is good too, it gets you there and you’d happily keep on doing it, but your relationship is still in the early stages. And truthfully, you’re not entirely sure you’ll ever trust someone the way you trusted Bradley. First loves and such.

Standing under the shower spray until you’re pruned and your hair routine is finished, your ex-husband haunts your thoughts for the rest of your morning. You smooth a palm along the countertop as you pass by it in your towel.

“One of his tentacles is shorter than the other.” Maverick comments as he peers forwards at the wriggling Octopus at the bottom of the enclosure.

“Yeah, that’s it’s weenie.” Peyton answers with a grin. Bradley taps the back of her shoulder and frowns disapprovingly. “Sorry. Penis.”

“It’s not a penis, it’s an arm — it’s called a hec-toh… hecto-coh— it’s this.” Parker points at the sign in front of the enclosure, and the long word that has her a little bit stuck.

“Wait, what? — I thought they laid eggs.” Maverick’s frown deepens, blue eyes widening as he leans down and squints to read. His reading glasses as hidden behind the books on Penny’s bookcase; he’ll wear them when hell freezes over.

“Dad, can we go in the tunnel to see the seals?” Peyton spins and looks up at him expectantly, freckled cheeks and a puppy-dog glint in her wide eyes. Bradley nods at them calmly.

“Yeah, but come back when I call you and stick together, alright?”

He watches her grab her sister’s hand and the two of them sprint off towards the viewing tunnel together. Maverick glances sideways. Bradley’s a better father than he ever could have hoped to have been. Pete remembers being so terrified when he found out that Bradley was expecting, this awful, itching feeling that he would have ruined Bradley and that Bradley would do the same to his own family.

But he hadn’t. Bradley had taken to fatherhood like a duck to water. Maybe he was even a better parent than he was an aviator.

“So, how was your date with the ex-wife?” Maverick asks playfully, still eyeing the octopus with a certain level of doubt as the two of them move on. Bradley chuckles dryly and shakes his head, then pauses.

“How did you know that she and I went out last night?”

“The kids told me, I guess they overheard.” He covers quickly. Years of lying to admirals about his escapades come in handy even now that he is retired.

“Shit,” Bradley leans his head back and watches a stingray pass over his head. Bathed in blue light, he turns his attention back towards Mav. “That’s why they messed with the babysitter.”

Maverick walks beside the boy that he had tried his best with silently, letting Bradley explain all of the trouble that the girls have caused recently. Biting the inside of his cheek silently, Maverick doesn’t say a word.

They have been here before; Maverick sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong and making things worse. But, the chance to fix all of that and make up for his previous mistakes still sits right in front of him.

“Was it nice hanging out again, though?” Maverick checks, as calm as his voice will let him sound. “Y’know — without the kids.”

“Sure, I guess. Her boyfriend was nice, and stuff.”

“Nice enough to be living with your kids one day?” It’s out of his mouth and echoing in Bradley’s head before Pete really has a chance to consider how petty and immature it is to say. Bradley stops walking and turns his head to look at Maverick. Maverick stares right back, trying to read Bradley’s face.

Bradley swallows softly. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. Marriage, his kids having a stepfather — fuck, you maybe having another kid with this guy. Changes to custody, family vacations, him: alone.

It’s not an immediate ‘yes, he’s good enough’, and that gives Mav all of the confirmation that he’s looking for. He smiles and walks off ahead to find the girls.

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eldritch-spouse · 3 months

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HI AGAIN. Ever since I found your blog and also sent a totally normal ramble abt cannibalism I've been just. Gently tossing your guys back and forth in my head. You're a wonderful writer and I'm always excited to see you on my dash!!

Gonna throw my hat in as asking an actual question- How would your guys fare if their obsession had a particularly weird or morbid interest? I get the vibes that some of them would most certainly encourage it but I also feel like Vinnel would hit me with a hammer if I panic infodumped about ebola-

[Hellow, glad to see you again! Also, I know you probably just forgot, but "your guys" encompasses way too many characters to talk about at once, so I'll assume you were going for TCE staff.]

Morell especially likes hearing about your cannibalism infodumps. They're actually useful to him, since he's going to be living with you, and he needs to know what he can and can't feed you, as well as a possible child between you. It's actually interesting stuff, he'd like it if you talked about it to his family too, you're a smart piggy. Any other topics are usually met with less enthusiasm (unless kitchen/food related), and he'll ask you to quit it if you start talking too much about mushrooms. Overall, it's nice background noise to work to.

Patches is all about infodumping. In fact, you're subjected to it often too, even if he doesn't always stop to explain basic concepts you'd need to understand his rambling. He'll give you a recorder he has, so he can keep the sound of that boundless enthusiasm in your voice forever. He's much more participative than the others, asking various questions and tossing random scenarios at you that'll prompt you to learn even more. There's a potential he'll get distracted and stop working to just research this with you the whole day.

Gallon loves a weirdo -No offense- Feel free to dump all that morbidity on him, he soaks it up like a sponge (so does Martin, be careful). Although he prefers to let you speak unhindered, only egging you on when it seems you're getting passionately angry about things, there's a chance Gallon may begin his own little tidbit sharing regarding a variety of poisons and toxins. He's selective with what he lets slip, but figures it could interest you.

Santi likes listening to you. Doesn't matter what it's about. There's only one thing he doesn't want you to morbidly talk to him about, anything featuring kids. Other than that, you think a rant about the intricacies of cannibalism's effects will kill his mood? Hah, nice try. He usually doesn't have anything smart to say, but may actually pitch in with some first hand details if you mention something sexual and morbid.

Let's face it, this is going in one of Grimbly's eardrums and out the other. Unless, you can talk like you're in a true crime podcast, then he's all ears. Grimbly typically responds to these interests by bragging to others about how his Mommy's "so smart" and "cultured" and he learns so much with you! You should start a YouTube channel!

Nebul likes to hear what you think is morbid. He'll let you ramble when you've been good enough to earn his attention, or if it allows you to keep obeying him. He has his own morbidities to share with you, as a wraith who has seen the darkest parts of many a mind. Surely, you of all people would be fascinated to know how the brain reacts to very invasive types of trauma only some monsters can inflict...

Vinnel will use this to his advantage during shows. You're placed in dangerous games where the whole goal is for you to explain said morbid concepts to the audience while Vinnel or Jingles try to destabilize you so you'll fall into painful contraptions or get cut/bruised/undressed. Sometimes Vinnel pays attention to your infodumps, other times he openly doesn't, it's a coin toss.

Belo sincerely discourages you from seeking such dark information in your brain. A lesser's mind is like a canvas, and it shouldn't be furnished with such desolate knowledge... If your morbid interests somehow can shine a glimmer of positivity or utility, the angel will be a little more inclined to letting you keep pursuing these topics. Otherwise, Belo actively attempts to distract you.

Sybastian doesn't understand about 80% of what you're about to tell him, but he has all the time in the world to sit and listen to his favorite person spit words. He's not verbally communicative during these episodes, but he may clap depending on how impressive the information is, and he remembers things you say enough to sometimes present you with paraphernalia vaguely related to the topics of your morbid interests.

Fank-e is a good bet because he can add onto your information in real time, or correct small detail you may get them wrong. He's generally happy to give you links to more information sources and try to match your level of knowledge, uncaring of how dark the subject theme may be.

If there's one thing you can infodump to Krulu about, it would be diseases. Plagues and ailments of several types are his specialty, the chances of him imparting bits of knowledge you absolutely should not possess on this matter are high. Another thing you may infodump to him about is corvids. It gets him in very favorable moods, surprisingly.

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statementlou · 2 months

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my post yesterday about why I don't really care if Louis Tomlinson supports starbucks shocked me by actually circulating and getting notes and obviously I like validation and appreciation.... but I feel kind of weird about my big contribution to the topic being something that might come off as discouraging attempts to help Palestine. Feeling powerless in the face of such injustice is horrible and scary and traumatizing and while there are certain things that I do not think make much difference (like boycotting irrelevant targets), that's NOT how I feel about the situation in general! We CAN make a difference and help the Palestinian people! It can feel impossible to fight against all that power and propaganda and military might- but it has been done successfully over and over, colonialism has been destroyed in one place after another a hundred times in the last century, apartheid regimes have fallen, occupations have ended, because over and over, always, even all the military might in the literal world is less powerful than a united front of the PEOPLE. As Ursula K LeGuin said, "We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings", and as Louis Tomlinson said "The power and magic comes from the people, you guys. Don't undermine your role in all of this" and "get off the 'gram and into the streets"!

Under the cut are things you can do that I believe actually directly impact the Palestinian people and the Israeli government, including some easy ones, and the key to a successful movement is to have every type of contribution, to have NUMBERS. However- it is also necessary to have people willing to do the actual work of fighting injustice, not just changing their consumer habits or yelling at people online. I strongly encourage people to explore becoming physically involved in activist work, and not to see it as yet another tiring obligation but rather as a way to help yourself feel less overwhelmed and exhausted. Feeling powerless and defenseless is a trauma that follows us into every corner of our lives, but standing up and working for change can not only save lives, but is good for your own mental health as well, I promise.

I can't make you an exhaustive list of resources, only tell you some tactics that I believe are actually useful. I'm not an expert or whatever, but I have been actively involved in social justice advocacy, activism, and direct action for over 20 years and am drawing on that history of both things that worked and were great and things that were not from my personal experiences. Thank you to @captainrayzizuniverse for helping me (but she didn't see the post any stupid things said by mistake are entirely on me), and especially for pointing out a big (typical white person) slip up, which was to almost forget the very first item on this list: Listen to, support, and amplify Palestinian voices!!! The whole starbucks issue wouldn't even exist if people just went by this single important guideline and did the things Palestinians were asking for rather than making up other things to do instead. In life altogether, and speaking as a disabled person god does this come up a lot: if you want to help someone, start by asking them what they need and then do that even if it isn't what you think they should want. Don't fucking wing it!! Join local groups organizing for Palestine: the people united are powerful, but only if they are united and working in large groups! Join a group! This is hard because... how? who? And I can't answer that for everyone but I can tell you that in the US JVP (Jewish Voice for Peace) is doing a huge amount of very accessible recruiting, you can just join (you don't need to be Jewish) and get involved straightaway in the great actions they're putting on. PYM (Palestinian Youth Movement) is not open to everyone to join but you should definitely follow them on SM to keep up on actions and maybe find ways to support. If you're a student I bet there is some kind of group at your school?

Go to protests: protest works, period. The general politician rule of thumb is that anyone who bothers to actually go out and march represents 10-100 voters. When they look at the numbers (like- '500-1000 people protested the most recent bill you signed') they do this math and they worry. But also honestly if it's something you can manage- it's good for you. It helps. Even if you just go alone and don't talk to anyone, being in a crowd of hundreds of people feeling the same things you are, caring as much as you do, it helps. If you can, yell along to the chants as loud as you can. Get fired up and use that energy to keep going and not despair!

Call and write officials: if you live in the US or UK this is HUGE. What I said above about how they count people at protests as standing for more people who didn't bother but agree? Same with phone calls for sure, it REALLY pressures them. Many orgs make this really easy- I get emails all the time with links to send a letter in a single click or click to call and all you have to do is read the script, get on some lists I guess? But many sites also have this feature, JVP does for example

Support BDS: the Palestinian led BDS have been doing the work of isolating and chipping away at Israel for 19 years and like I said, the actions of the masses only work if we are united behind a few strategic targets rather than all over the place; they have made this possible. It's good to avoid buying from the companies they target; even better to work on the big divestment campaigns. For example, student groups pressuring the big universities to divest from BDS targets echo the successful University divestment efforts that helped end apartheid in South Africa.

Send money: money helps, immediately and concretely, and again if we are many, each person doesn't have to do a lot. Do what you can spare, it all adds up. This has been painful with Gaza for sure, with millions donating but aid being blocked. I don't have The Answer but here's a group I found that actually seems to be getting aid in, and here's a spread sheet of gofundmes- note that people who have foreign passports do not have to pay the horrible border crossing fees, so you may wish to focus on funding those who don't have that privilege. this could maybe be better and there was some other stuff I wanted to say about doing activism to tie up the "activism as self care" thing from above and also bringing it back around to talk about Louis more but I'm tired and I'm hungry right now and this is a lot already. So. Bye lol sorry. send me asks if any of that is something you care about or want to hear

#yes the first Louis quote is kind of just me being silly I know he was referring to live music... but also he SAID IT #and those words have power regardless of the context and I believe it is an ethos he believes in #and the second thing is literally something he posted from an actual protest. my guy!! 🥰#palestine #blah blah blah #starbucks discourse

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wordbunch · 1 year

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Boromir with a hyper partner

a/n: requested by the sweet @aphroditesmoon - headcanons of Boromir with a hyper reader who likes to talk abt their special interests!! i did my best and I hope you all like it! 😊 let me know, and reblogs + comments are always greatly appreciated! 💖💖💖

okay he is also a high energy person but in a different way

sometimes (though not often) he finds you hard to keep up with, but over time he figures out how you function

loves going to social gatherings and occasions with you cause you’re so captivating and other people love talking to you, meaning that he can hang back half the time and just be a trophy husband lmao

he will stand there with the biggest, most obvious heart eyes while you’re having other conversations and he will basically fail to notice when someone else tries to approach him

however sometimes he gets just a tiny bit worn out after dancing with you for a while because you take it seriously

regarding your info-dumping, he is a fan

listening to your voice is like coming home, especially when you’re passionate about something and want to share it with him

it melts Boromir’s heart that he is the first person (and often the only one) to whom you come to talk about something that’s very important to you, or just when you generally confess things to him

he will treasure them and everything you tell him is always safe with him

sometimes he will listen attentively and other times he will ask you some questions

he never fails to notice the twinkle in your eyes when he asks you to elaborate further on something

personal headcanon - he loves a healthy debate with good arguments

of course as long as you’re both being respectful

actually it’s kinda hot when it gets heated and both of you are Into It, so don’t be surprised when he just cuts you off with a passionate kiss

on rare occasions when he’s extremely tired and overwhelmed by what happened throughout the day, he will very politely ask you if you can just be quiet together a little bit

he will certainly tip-toe around that for a bit, not wanting to hurt you or discourage you from doing it again tomorrow in the future

but it’s fine, you understand, and you know that on most days your rambling helps take his mind off of bad things and dull responsibilities

pleasepleaseplease run to this man when he returns home PLS

literally go tackle him in a hug so he can lift you up and spin you around as you both laugh and then kiss (at this point it’s basically canon that Boromir would do that and I am never letting it go)

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capypub · 11 months

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Taking the High Road - Mafia!Joel Miller Extended Scene

Part of my Without Warning Extended Scenes Series (Mafia!Joel Miller x OFC)

Rating: T (language, hints to smut but no actual smut)

Summary: Joel doesn't like seeing his girl upset when she overhears some negative comments about their relationship. He chooses not to kill them, but still makes them pay for their insolence.

MDNI. 18+ content.

AN: Thank you so much to @diversemediums for so many amazing ideas and prompts ❤️❤️❤️

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“Pity Joel is stuck babysitting tonight…”

“That’s his date?! She’s like fourteen!”

“He must get so bored listening to her talk about homework and prom all the time…”

“She looks like she doesn’t have a clue what she’s doing in bed. He’s probably only in it because she’s a tight hole to fuck.”

They laughed.

Uncomfortable. Discouraged and uncomfortable were two of the first words that came to mind after she’d left the bathroom, her heels clicking hastily down the hall back to the main room.

She’d gone with Joel to some sort of networking event. Apparently his contracting company had constructed the building they were holding the event at tonight.

“What’s wrong?” Joel asked once she’d returned to his side, immediately noticing the change in her demeanor.

“N-nothing…I’m gonna head home,” she said, unable to look at him.

He didn’t even excuse himself from the group of wealthy-looking business men. Rather, he gave a hard look with a slight tilt of his head and they dispersed quickly. He pulled her away from the crowd to a corner near the entrance. “What’s wrong, baby girl?” he asked, the weight of his rough hands on her shoulders a comforting distraction from the shame tinting her whole body pink.

She couldn’t cry here, not when the same women who talked so crudely about her were lingering at the bar nearby, stealing glances and smirking triumphantly. She was just proving them right and she hated it.

“I need to go home, Joel,” Indi snapped, her voice quivering.

His brow arched. He’d tracked her gaze across the room to the group of wives lingering at one end. Scowling now, he suspected something had happened when you had gone to the bathroom.

“What happened?” he demanded, ignoring her request. “They say somethin’ to you?” he questioned, leaning down closer to their face.

“N-no, I just…” she sighed, looking up at the ceiling, willing her tears to remain behind her eyes.

They were still fairly new in their relationship, nothing official having been stated, but the implications were there. Joel made it very clear that he was committed to her with his actions, his demonstrations of affection. The words hadn’t been necessary.

Looking around, she realized just how out of place she felt. All these people were at least thirty or older, established, successful, they could probably explain to her what a 401(k) actually is and how to use it.

“Hey, look at me. What’d they say to you?” Joel demanded, his tone rough as he brought her focus back to him.

She shook her head, her anxious little brain now worried that she was upsetting him or that she might embarrass him when such a thought hadn’t crossed her mind even when he asked her to be his date.

“Sweetheart,” Joel sighed, softening his tone just a bit. “Let’s step outside, I need some air,” he decided, wrapping an arm around her and guiding the both of them out the front of the building, away from the curious eyes.

Once they were both standing out in the warm summer night air, she took a deep breath, her hands slightly trembling as she watched Joel pace in front of her. She saw how his hand would go to touch his gun, but then he’d stop himself and ball that same hand into a fist, continuing to walk in tense circles.

“Joel…Joel, stop that, please,” she sighed, tired of seeing him go round and round.

“Tell me what they said to you,I know how those stuck-up housewives can get, baby, so just say it,” he insisted, finally stopping to stand in front of her, placing both palms flat against the wall she leaned on, trapping her between his large arms.

Her lower lip trembled. She couldn’t look at him as she told him, eyes cast down to his dress boots, black and shiny under the street light.

“I’ll fuckin’ end them,” Joel all but growled to himself, his own head bowed as he closed his eyes, attempting to contain his rage.

“Stop that, you can’t solve everything with violence. It doesn’t matter anyway,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, still looking at the ground.

“Hey…hey!” he snapped after lifting his head, grabbing her chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing her gaze to meet his own heated one. “You don’t believe a fuckin’ thing they say, sugar, you hear me?”

“Joel, lower your voice,” she sighed, shaking her head.

“Nothing, not a single fuckin’ word of what they said is even remotely true. You and I got somethin’ they wished they could have, yeah?”

“...yeah.”

He sighed. “I’m gonna make you believe it, baby, I know you don’t right now, but you will,” he said, pulling her into his chest, his arms like steel around her smaller frame as he hugged her.

Joel took them home quickly after bidding his client a quick goodbye, claiming something at home had come up with his kid.

Indi was quiet the entire ride, shoulders slouched forward, head bowed, lip trembling. He hated it. He hated seeing her usual bright eyes so dim and discouraged.

“I want you to know, darlin’, that I rarely think about the age difference,” he said slowly as they drove down the quiet road leading to his house. “You’re so smart and so funny, sweetheart, I will never get bored of talking to you. You make me feel young again, in all the best ways, baby, you have to see that. Tell me you see that…don’t you?” he asked, parking the car, turning the key, leaving them to sit in the stillness of the garage as he gripped both her hands in his.

“I-it’s just,” she sighed, frustrated and self-disparaging. “You have your life together, you have a house and a job, you have an actual savings account and your own car…you have a life established already, Joel…and I’m still trying to figure out mine day-by-day.”

“I don’t have shit without you, Indi,” he stated matter-of-factly, his voice sharp, commanding. “The house, the car, all that could get taken away and I’d get it back, I’d recover, rebuild, whatever. But you…you, darlin’, I can’t ever replace you, replace this feeling that I can get only with you,” he continued, his tone so serious and gruff, suggesting he was frustrated or angry.

“Thank you, Joel,” she said softly, his words touching her heart, relieving some of the negativity still flooding her mind.

“You let me deal with those bitches, alright? No one talks about you like that. Ever. If some shit like that ever happens again, you tell me, right then and there, understood?” he grunted, getting out of the truck in a haste, going around the front to get her door and pull her inside.

“Okay, Joel,” she murmured, his aggression teetering between comforting and unnerving.

He sighed, shutting the garage door and pulling his girl into a tight embrace. She closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead, inhaling her scent, exhaling a deep breath along with some of his tension.

They stood in the dark kitchen for a long while, the silence thick with Joel’s lingering anger and Indi’s lingering self-doubt.

“Do you promise?” she asked softly in his good ear.

“Promise what, sugar?” he murmured, his lips pressing into her temple as he held her.

“Do you promise that…you’re not only with me…because I’m…youn-.”

“Don’t even finish that question,” he cut her off with a low growl, removing his hands to hold her jaw tightly, keeping her teary eyes locked on him. “You know damn well I’m not with you for that, you could be thirty, forty years old, sweetheart, and I’d still be just as wild about you. It’s not the age, baby, it was never the age, okay?” he urged her, brushing his thumbs along her cheekbones.

She closed her eyes, relief from his words washing over her as a few tears slipped past her lashes. Joel immediately wiped them away with the tips of his thumbs, pressing his forehead to hers as he breathed her in, wanting nothing more than to take all her pain, all her doubt away.

“Let’s get you showered and in bed, hm? Wash off all that bullshit from tonight,” he suggested, kissing her forehead again before leading her up the stairs.

He took his time with her in the shower, whispering nothing but sweet praises and encouragement as he brought her to orgasm again and again. She would collapse into bed, satiated, clean, and comfortable, the scarce lingering doubt disappearing with her sense of logic while he fucked her under the shower head. That night while she slept beside him, Joel sat up on his phone. He had one of his informants look into the guest list at the event tonight, easily identifying who those women were based on security footage from that night sent to his phone. Glancing down at the woman still sleeping beside him, he leaned over and gently kissed her temple, running his fingers down the back of her head.

“I’ll take care of this, baby, don’t you worry,” he murmured softly, slipping out of bed to go to his office and make a few career ending, social status destroying, marriage ending phone calls.

Afterwards, when all was said and done and the sun had risen on a new day, Joel took his girl out to breakfast, feeling quite proud of himself for not immediately putting a hit on those women, rather taking the higher road and choosing to engage in social identity destruction that they’ll never come back from.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x ofc #joel miller au #joel miller imagine #joel miller fluff #joel miller fanfic #joel miller #mafia!joel miller #last of us au

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peachjagiya · 1 month

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Hello hello.

I recently discovered your blog and I like it very much. I love they way you express your opinion and the way you explain things to make your point.

To be honest, I am a baby army. Started listening BTS at the beginning of this year (I KNOW, what the f was I doing before? No fucking clue ugh!). This also makes me a new Taekook stand, which can be super overwhelming. Reading you blog helps puts things into perspective but I still have a few questions and I would like to know your opinion (sorry if you’ve talked about this before!) I have a lot to catch up on in terms. And find to this, social media edits do not help. They are very biased to say the least

Anyway, on to the questions.

1. When do you think Taekook became a couple? From what I’ve seen and felt, I felt a change in 2020 in the dynamic of everything. This being the videos posted, the run bts episodes, the interviews … I might be wrong but I felt a shift then and wanted to know your opinion.

2. In terms of group dynamics, how do you think the other members feel in terms of Taekook? Like I try to put myself in their shoes and it must be hard to have a good dynamic if they have couple’s fights and things like that…

3. In terms on Fan Service, I can’t help but feel bad when Tae has to witness the constant push of FS between JK and Jimin and unable to express or do anything about it. What do you think about the maknae line’s dynamic in regards to this?

There’s so much information out here sometimes I find myself doubting that they’re actually together but then I witness some instances that brings back my faith.

Anyway, thank you so much for taking the time to answer. I appreciate it. Sorry if my questions are all over the place, my thoughts themselves are all over the place with this subject and I CANT SLEEEPPPP!

Bear with, it’s going to be a long one!

I’m baby army too. A year now. I just happen to be the kind of person who goes all in and devours content.

Social media edits are so discombobulating for new fans. I definitely found myself falling for some edits that I no longer consider. Fake subtitles, slow motion moments that aren’t actually moments, quora rumours… it’s a lot. I still have to remind myself what’s factual and what’s a rumour I read on a K-pop prediction Twitter. It’s a minefield. I’ve found tumblr quite useful because there’s a lot of people here who can put things into context and clarify and provide the perspective of army who were there at the time. I hope you look at my comments because that’s where the real sense is!

I wrote a timeline but my thoughts have evolved a bit. I think basically they’ve always been circling each other, always been interested but a combination of hormones and the massiveness of pursuing a relationship they’re societally or business-ly discouraged from having created a lot of shifting and drama. I think maybe early confessions, kissing, all that young love stuff might have occurred here.

I’ve been reading some really interesting thoughts and having great discussion about the various members relationship with the company and how this plays with Taekook.

The conclusion I keep coming to, based only on my reading of it, is that Tae seems to be a rebel with strong will to prioritise his heart, company be damned, but JK seems to be more inclined to follow his head despite his heart being huge and loud. His heart wins more and more though and that’s why you get this on and off vibe of the first half of their ten years.

2018 feels pivotal in that both of them hit a wall of pressure and seemed to separate off into a distinct unit. They get each other, they’re each others self-confessed safe space. They’re united even when the rest of the members aren’t getting through. I’m less convinced now that this was a getting together - maybe a resolve to work through complicated stuff together though.

I’d agree 2020 is a shift and that’s where I’d place it. I’m about to get overwrought but I’m thinking about it a bit lately: Think about like pandemic and the impact that had on the whole world. Suddenly work isn’t the most important thing, suddenly a shift in everyone’s priorities. I know a few people who, despite the scariness of it, actually found they were able to breathe and reassess. I decided to move my entire life back to my hometown and quit my job, very heart over head decision. I wonder if this enforced period of quiet let them reassess too. BTS Monuments shows Tae quiet and alone at home but a jacket that looks like JKs in the back. Maybe they saw each other without the intense workload. Time to talk, time to just be them and see how that worked. And hiatus/chapter two might just be a natural continuation of that. JK seems as goal oriented as ever but braver at prioritising himself and Tae seems to be the same and maybe for the first time their ambitions in heart and head are aligned which lets them move forward more smoothly.

I have a feeling it’s a professional minefield but personally that’s just their best friends in love. Maybe it makes their life a little harder to have a secret to hide but I don’t think they’d resent them. I bet they all have things they need to hide. From what they’ve said, I think Jimin might have been really entwined in it. He’s a natural carer, protective of them both. He’s often first on the scene when Tae is sad and he’s often implied he’s been there when Tae has been crying.

As for couple fights, I think about that post-Tokyo intense awkwardness between Tae and JK where they’re visibly annoyed with each other. That’s one time when it seemed the other guys were involved a little. They just seemed hyper aware of the awkward but kind of eyerolly. The thing about teens and early twenties is that you think everyone wants to know your drama. I’d imagine with maturity, they probably keep fights between themselves.

On an amusing side thought, I’ve seen two videos of potential times of discontent between Tae and JK where Yoongi has given the impression of being quietly in Tae’s corner. I think those two get each other in a really low key way that I find quite lovely.

I think it’s had an impact but not where you’d expect. The TikTok edits would have you believe Tae is seething in the corner but I don’t know if that’s entirely true. I have seen video of him seemingly rolling his eyes after laughing at Jimin and JK but it seemed notable because of how isolated it was? He is quite good at a poker face though, right? He bides his time and fills in the real details eventually. Again this is only my sense but I feel a little awkwardness between JK and Jimin over it now it’s happening less? Any time you’re expected to pretend anything is a massive mental drain on anyone. But equally, they’ve entered the buddy system together and I’m assuming that hasn’t been forced on them? So hopefully they just remain close and the fan service was all strictly business for them. Maybe I’m just imagining that they seem weird with each other.

There’s so much information out here sometimes I find myself doubting that they’re actually together but then I witness some instances that brings back my faith.

The universal Taekook experience. 😂 it’s natural to doubt. It feels too good to be true.

Thank you for lovely words and great questions, anon 💜

#my asks #taekook

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hopefull-mindset · 8 months

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Did you accidentally see Odasaku’s last words as Nihilistic instead of Absurdist?

I do plan to write a larger analysis of Odasaku’s character, but I had the realization as to why some see his words as so negative when they were not to me: You do not see living kinder as enough of an answer to the overly sinking feeling of a meaningless life. You try to be too objective, too rational, as to why someone should live, so you’re mad at Odasaku for not saying an answer that doesn’t exist.

The idea that our life is meaningless is not an inherently depressing or negative one to live with, it’s what you choose to do with that mindset that decides it. No matter what branch of Nihilism, Nihilists decide not to engage with life beyond that it is meaningless, so typically they end up stuck where they are and forever feel an overarching, aching loneliness to what they feel as fact.

Although Dazai wasn’t in the most realistic position to be in, his struggle with Nihilism is pretty obvious in his time in the mafia. More specifically, it’s Existential Nihilism he’s trying to combat. He was at his most nihilistic before he met Chuuya, an utterly passive force that refuses to do more than the bare minimum and opts to attempt suicide instead. When he finally joined the Mafia, he tried to find life in the violence and death and why it could matter, but he couldn’t. It was a doomed pursuit from the moment he tried.

Unlike a lot of characters, Dazai is trying to find a rational meaning for why he should live. A Nihilist does not see an Existentialist’s proposition of subjective meaning as enough to justify why they’re still around in an absurd world where they can’t rationalize it as an actual meaning. There is no real truth except what they can be sure of, which is themselves. So he falls back into his most Nihilistic state once again, throws himself into suicidal situations, but keeps living anyway because maybe something would prove him wrong. Eventually.

He doesn’t try anything new or leave the mafia after this expected outcome because nothing other than his own expectations would happen, even in the world of light, nothing would matter. Genuinely, nothing will fill this hole for him in the way he wants it to because his intelligence leaves him trapped in a cage of his own making, worsening his suicidal ideation. When Odasaku confronts him in his dying breaths, he states it as a matter of fact because he’s been in a similar position to him when he was younger, but truly was he able to give him the advice he needed in his last moments, only through him losing this will to live could he understand his ideation to this point. An Odasaku pre-events of Dark Era would not be able to connect with him on this level, so I ask you to please recognize that.

His first few words were so Dazai would be willing to listen to him. It takes much more than to be a friend for him to listen to them. Odasaku does not come from a negative place, he’s stating what Dazai has always been thinking. When Dazai hears those words, he’s not discouraged, he’s thinking that since he understood him in such a specific way, what would Odasaku tell him to do then? He tells him not of what to do about life, an unsolvable case, but about how he could continue living.

Now this is where you need to understand what I meant by Absurdist. Absurdism, to be brief, focuses on the conflict between human beings seeking rationality and the irrational world we live in being meaningless. It concludes that since it is a futile objective to seek, there are three traditional ways to continue this realization that comes from Albert Camus’s The Myth of Sisyphus. The first one is suicide, which is a highly discouraged option since it only has us succumb/surrender to the absurd and doesn’t solve a thing. The second is denial of the absurd through faith in a higher power, which is a way to live of course, but is considered philosophical suicide.

The third and final option is to rebel, the heavily recommended option. Not to disregard the absurd, but to acknowledge it and to keep living despite our inherent meaningless life. Accept that these are our circumstances, but that doesn’t mean you have to give up on trying to live a life you want, be content with, and to be happy. Dazai was unhappy because he was trying to find the fucking Fontaine of Youth, Aka something that doesn’t exist, and fighting an unnecessary war with himself as the only solider.

The only way he can be happy is to not search anymore and to live his life despite it. This doesn’t solve his suicidal ideation, nothing can truly solve this dilemma, but it will make his life easier to live. This is what makes this piece of advice absurdist. It’s not overly positive because that would be ignoring their reality, this is advice Dazai desperately needed to hear. Anything else of a different tone or stance would be missing the mark with someone like Dazai.

Now absurdists don’t need to live by a certain moral code, that was more so about saving Dazai’s humanity so to speak. He associates being good to having humanity. That’s off-topic though, but it’s whatever I’m going to keep going off-topic. Real talk, I needed to quickly mention that even though their relationship is important, I think some of you are over-idealistic about Odasaku or that their relationship was much more intimate than it actually was when Odasaku was alive.

He was much closer to Dazai as Ango was, but that’s looking at it by Dazai standards. Every time Dazai talked about himself, Odasaku was like “in all our years of knowing each other, I’ve never heard him speak about this.” Pshh, I’m done now.

"Listen." Odasaku wrapped his blood-soaked hand around Dazai's. "You told me if you put yourself in a world of violence and bloodshed, you might be able to find a reason to live..."

[..]

"You won't find it,” Odasaku said in almost a whisper. Dazai stared at him. "You should know that. Whether you're on the side that takes lives or the side that saves them, nothing beyond your own expectations will happen. Nothing in this world can fill the hole that is your loneliness. You will wander the darkness for eternity."

[..]

For the first time in his life, Dazai wanted from the bottom of his heart to know something. He asked the man before him:

"Odasaku... What should I do?"

"Be on the side that saves people," Odasaku replied. "If both sides are the same, then choose to become a good person. Save the weak, protect the orphaned. You might not see a great difference between right and wrong, but...saving others is something just a bit more wonderful.”

"How do you know?"

"I know. I know better than anyone else."

(You guys should totally read The Myth of Sisyphus, I think it would help a lot of your understanding of Dazai)

#bsd #bsd dark era #bsd meta #dazai osamu #oda sakunosuke #Odasaku #bungou stray dogs #it’s incredible he can give this advice on his death bed #especially considering his own position and how he ended up there

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redfish-blu · 1 year

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An Open Letter to the Danger Days Tumblr Community:

Now that you’ve read that overdramatic title and are wondering who fucked up, I have something to say about the Danger Days Tumblr community: I Love You.

Danger Days was the first fandom I ever posted for on any site. All the way back in middle school (ho-ly shit). And let me tell you what I found out even way back when: this is not an easy fandom to be in.

For one, most people don’t even know it exists. For two, even less know it in the way it’s been cultivated on Tumblr. Almost every single person has such a niche interpretation of every little detail, that it’s impossible to draw a line through any two versions of the story. Which is a fact I personally love, but I also think it scares a lot of people away. You have to work to be in this fandom. Both as a passive and active fan. It requires patience and tolerance for disappointment.

But that’s exactly why I want to encourage everyone who creates and everyone who listens to Keep Doing That. Like I cannot stress this enough, that is what keeps this fandom and IP alive. Danger Days as a universe would be absolutely nothing without fan work (re: the California Comics), especially a decade later. Without fans who care about this story way more than it has warranted us to care, it would be six feet under. And sometimes I really think that’s what it deserves (and maybe the writers think that as well), but for the life of me I just can’t let that happen. I’ve tried to let this fucking thing go, believe me.

And funny enough, that exact feeling is evidenced by the community on this site too. Which has changed faces almost completely from what it was three years ago for better and less better in some cases. And it’s something I still struggle with adjusting to, but I look at the tag daily. I look everyone’s posts and blogs and art and effort. If you have posted even once in the dd tag my eyes have 100% seen it. So even if I still feel a little out of place, like a ghost of fandom’s past, at least I know everybody. And I know people feel the same way: No rest for the wicked.

When I reanimated from my fandom coma I was fully expecting to find that the community had gone extinct. Partially because all the blogs I used to frequent had straight up died in the three years I was gone. But I pulled up to the gates of the Danger Days tag like Rick Grimes outside of Alexandria, fully expecting to be devastated, only to find New People tilling the fucking field. And it didn’t matter that I now had no idea who any of you people were, it was The Most welcoming thing ever.

I’ll be the first to tell you this fandom bares almost no resemblance to the one I left, and I’m not going to lie and say it’s better now, but the foundation didn’t get blown away in the storm. That’s what I find uniquely profound. That everyone here still wants to try. And that makes me really want to try. And I’m sure everyone would agree that there is often little reward for the effort; but that’s precisely my point in saying all this shit. That even despite the not fun aspects, we all still clock in; and there’s a new post, headcanon, drawing, or fic every freaking day. It’s commendable, really.

If you’re lurking, or post sometimes but feel afraid to actually take a leap here because (the fandom is comparatively tiny to the greater MCR fandom) you’ll be way more out there, and the already established figureheads of the fandom will definitely see your stuff: post post post. This is my formal endorsement to Just Post That Shit. And Interact With That Shit. I spent a year gathering the courage to publish the tiniest thing while behind the scenes I literally wrote about 60+ works. You have to respect your own creativity and trust that other people will give it the time of day.

So do not feel crazy or discouraged about your ideas here! Like we literally need them to function, I would not be here if it wasn’t for all the people three years ago who just posted all their thoughts about Danger Days. About everything. Obscure or not. It’s truly a gift that this fandom has attracted people who are willing to work their brains because the original creators let it fall flat. I cannot tell you how much being in this fandom has actually helped me out in my writing and analysis skills.

So yeah. I fucking love this fandom, I love being in it and I love seeing that people are still stoking the flames. I wanted to say all this crap because I knew I’d be able to articulate it for the people who can relate but don’t want to be the first to say it. Which is okay, understandable. As I said earlier this fandom is like yelling your thoughts out into a very echoey room that only has a few people in it. So I’ll shout first and maybe it’ll make other people more comfortable to shout back.

#i tried to make this as easy to read as possible #this is also an open discussion btw. welcome to the fuckin conference room #we’re all on the council #danger days #mcr #ttlotfk #ttlofk #kobra kid #killjoys #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #party poison #jet star #fun ghoul #danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #cas types #long post

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Hello! May I request an angst Larissa Weems x reader? (Reader is 20+ and is still a student at Nevermore!)

Reader suffers from one sided/unrequited love with Larissa not knowing their feelings making them to hide their feelings more, and thinking Larissa is out of their league and not able to reach her standards and felt discouraged to talk to her and even cause problems just to talk to her!

If you could make it two possible ending where the reader continues to hide their feelings or finally confess it after getting to fed up

Thank you!

Larissa Weems x student!reader -

Unrequited Love

Authors Note: Hi, anon! I hope I got the gist of your request. I don't do anything super romantic between Larissa and students as it makes me a little uncomfortable as someone who has a teaching degree (regardless if a student is of age).

You had your monthly check in with Principal Weems soon. You always got so nervous around her. She was so tall and beautiful that it made you anxious. Sometimes you would just sit there and stare at her, not even hearing a word she said. Then she would get angry, towering over you, her strength and prowess making you even more distracted.

While you were 21 attending Nevermore, your circumstances made your late entrance to the school a bit more understandable. You were a late bloomer werewolf, who had been raised by normies. They had no inkling that you were an outcast until a year ago you went through your first change. In effort to educate you more on outcasts and others who were more like you, your parents had convinced Principal Weems and the board to accept you into the school for a year.

Since your first day at Nevermore, you had been obsessed with the beautiful headmistress. You would watch her whenever she graced the cafeteria or whenever she sat in on lectures by professors. Even once you skipped class to watch her work with the Speech/Debate Club. It was this time spent observing Principal Weems that led to your failing grades, thus leading to your monthly check-ins.

With this viscous cycle, you were wondering if these meetings were actually helping.

You knock at the door and Principal Weems called you in, greeting you warmly, "Mx. L/n, please, do come in."

You swallowed you nerves, and plastered a smile on your face, "Good morning, Principal Weems."

"Please take a seat. Tell me about your past month of classes. I've seen you have been attending class more regularly as of late." Larissa glanced down at some papers on her desk before smiling up at you.

You take a seat at one of the arm chairs in front of Principal Weems desk. Trying to focus hard on her words by staring at the floor instead of looking in to her gorgeous face, but your principal takes notice of your behavior taking it for a lack of attention.

"Mx. L/n, are you listening to me right now?" Principal Weems' words were harsh causing your gaze to lift to her immediately.

This is where you get in trouble every time. She is so statuesque, everything about her placed perfectly. Her hair, her lipstick, her-

"Mx. L/n! Every time I have you in here, you are staring off into oblivion! Are you not getting enough sleep? Do you need to have these progress meetings with your dorm supervisor? What is the issue." Larissa was up out of her chair when she scolded you. Your mouth was dry. What where you supposed to do?

Should you... A) Admit your feelings to Principal Weems or B) Keep your feelings to yourself and keep pining?

If you picked: A) Admit your feelings to Principal Weems

"I'minlovewithyou." You sputter, eyes wide as you can't believe you had let those words escape your mouth, but once you started you couldn't stop yourself, "You are so beautiful and I get so nervous whenever I'm near you. Its so distracting. You are so lovely and kind and I'm so in love with you."

Principal Weems brow furrowed and her lips pursed, obviously thinking about your omission. She stood, slowly making her around the desk, stopping in front of you. Weems leaned back on the desk, folding her arms over her chest. Never has she had a student admit something like this to her before.

You look back down at the floor. Your face flush with embarrassment. Why did you do that?

"Y/n... I'm flattered, truly..." She paused and finally spoke again, "But you must understand that as your Principal, I'm not someone you can have a relationship with. I can't condone staff having relationships with students, regardless of their age. There is just a power dynamic here that wouldn't be appropriate."

She tried to explain as best as possible, not trying to invalidate your feelings, but she wanted to make sure that there was no chance between you and her.

"My apologies, Principal Weems." You stood, making your way towards the door, Larissa following you, "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"No worries, y/n." She held the door open, wanting to end the awkward conversation as quickly as possible, but she spoke again when you were outside the door, "Perhaps, try again after graduation. You may have more luck."

You eyes were wide as Principal Weems shut the door.

If you picked: B) Keep your feelings to yourself and keep pining

You shrug, your gaze studying the pattern of the carpet. You hated being scolded, but it was better than admitting the way you felt.

"Honestly..." Larissa sat back in her chair, exasperated with your behavior and not knowing what to do with you, "Y/n, I am going to switch you over to your dorm supervisor for these meetings. They told me you both have a great relationship. I think you will be better off."

You want to argue, but you remain passive, only nodding along with her decision.

"I will get the information transferred over to them. You will have your progress meeting first thing tomorrow before your anatomy lecture." Principal Weems went to work on her computer, working for a few seconds before looking back up at you, "You are excused."

With a deep exhale, you stand, making your way to the door, taking one glance over your shoulder before walking out the door. Principal Weems was working at her desk, but she had noticed you stop. She glanced upwards, giving you a dazzling smile, "Have a nice day, y/n."

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #wednesday netflix #fanfic #oneshot #gwendoline christie

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legendofzoodles · 2 years

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LU as Friendship Dynamics

Sky and Wild = “supportive rivals”

I love the idea that these two are frenemies, with their bumby friendship slowly smoothing over with time. Sky comes off as sweet and in many ways perfect, while Wild once had a perfect persona 100 years ago but got a lot rougher around the edges after waking up. I feel like even after sorting through what I explored in the story Recovered Regrets, they’d still clash.

It’s funny how they mirror each other: one had years to train and prepare, the other had less than months. Both versions of the reincarnating evil they fought were arguably at their most powerful. Sky’s quest went near perfectly and he got to forget about it as time past, Wild got it on his second try and can’t forget. Skyloft was untouched by Demise’s influence, Wild’s Hyrule was devastated by Calamity Ganon. First and last in the timeline, both knights.

[Wild showing Sky how to play snow bowling]

Wild: [misses 2 pins] Shoot!

Sky: Still impressive.

Wild: Yeah well, I’ll get the rest on my next shot!

Sky: Like how you defeated the Calamity on your second try?

Wild: [throws a snowball at his face]

I just want them to take lighthearted jabs at each other and for Wild to bring out sassy Sky.

Four and Hyrule = “’overthinking this’ and ‘no thoughts, head empty’”

They bounce off each other in consistently surprising and endearing ways. If the chain were to split up in a temple and these two ran into a difficult dungeon puzzle, Four would be drawing all over the floor and walls in chalk trying to figure it out while Hyrule is sat on a ledge next to him swinging his legs patiently.

Hyrule: You got it yet?

Four: No...but I think I’m close.

Hyrule: Ok, let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.

Four: Actually, do think you could check this for me?

Hyrule: [squinting at Four’s writing]

Hyrule: Let’s take a break.

Or if the two would be in a town for something, Four would try to keep them on track, but Hyrule was be forever wondering off and checking things out. But if he ever has to talk to people big brother Four will be there if he gets flustered or awkward.

Twilight and Legend = “’big soft’ and ‘angry smol’”

So hear me out: monsters are besieging a town and the chain need backup. The town has soldiers, but the town’s Lord has them stationed around his walled fancy home. So Warriors asks Legend and Twilight to threaten persuade him to lend them his forces.

Legend: [bursting through the doors] I need you to listen to me.

Haughty Lord: [standing up] Why should I even give you the time of day?!

[Twilight emerges behind Legend, sword drawn]

Haughty Lord: [visibly intimidated]

Legend: [crosses arms] Well?

Haughty Lord: [sitting down] Point taken, continue.

Legend with his sharp tongue would surgically dismantle any argument brought forth by the selfish lord. While Twilight stands next to him, silently discouraging the lord from ordering his goons to ‘escort’ them out with only his ominous presence. Literally all he has to do is stand there. He’s a buff dude in a wolf pellet, no one’s gonna mess with that.

On the flip side if Legend gets into a petty spat with a villager or street vender then Twilight can diffuse the situation without taking sides. Or just pick up the angry bunny and walk away from the situation.

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Thanks for reading!

Masterlist

9th place in the LU character design ranking

Character analysis posts:

Hero of the Sky, Hero of Time, Hero of Twilight, Hero of the Wild, Hero of Warriors

Parkour team - LU drabble

How each member of the chain laughs - LU headcanon

#linked universe #lu #lu drabble #linkeduniverse #linked universe headcanons #lu incorrect quotes #linked universe incorrect quotes #lu twilight #lu wild #lu sky #lu four #lu hyrule #lu legend #linked universe legend #emotional support wolf

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castleaudios · 1 year

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Hi there! I also have a few questions 👀 Let’s begin…

1. When Beth and Seer first met she mentioned after their vision that their eyes lit up/change colour. Is there a certain colour they changed to? Is there a colour that is “pinned” to the seer magic? I personally think it would be purple but that’s just a hunch.

2. This is a long one. On their first meet (Beth and Beautiful) seer had a vision about moving some boxes right after Beth mentioned boxes in her living room. Same thing happened when beautiful had tried to fix her ankle: she mentioned getting hurt then suddenly a vision about the pack getting hurt was ‘seen’. To that time I thought the visions were random, not controlled by the seer but triggered with certain words or behaviours. That was until the episode where the seer was sick. At the beginning of that episode seer ‘scrolls’ through the visions without it being triggered by anything, suggesting that maybe they can control it fully. The question (finally): Do the visions happen random and are triggered by minor behaviours or words or are they controlled by the seer? Maybe both? How does it work?

3. In the last episode of The Fated Pair where they were going out on a date, when they were still getting ready to leave they had this conversation. The words “sex is never a requirement” were placed and since that I can’t stop thinking if they already done it. Don’t get me wrong I know they are adults. The question: Have they done it and the seer just wasn’t in the mood or have they been waiting because the seer maybe has some trauma related to it? Very personal I know 🙇 I’m a very curious person what can I say 💃

That’s it for now I think, thank you in advance for answering. Take good care of yourself there 🤺

1. I imagine Seer’s Magic being a soft lilac color that flashes over their eyes as the vision plays out

2. Both! A Seer’s visions can be triggered by certain words or phrases said by people they’re interacting with. Those come at random and can be flashes of images or full scenes playing out. How long a Seer spends with a person determines the frequency of the visions which is why so many of them involve Beth and the pack. However Seers can also intentionally have a vision if they have the proper training to focus their magic. In my universe, triggered visions are more likely to happen than intentional visions, so Seer’s are usually discouraged from trying to peer into the future without reason. In terms of our listener being an Oracle, they can also see the past of anyone that they directly interact with, but they have to work to actually get a vision of the past. They can’t be triggered, even if the person is describing the event in detail.

3. Beth and Beautiful have been intimate already! At what point is up to the listener, but they’ve already done it for the first time together. I included the requirement line because I wanted to set the precedent that even if you’ve slept with someone once, you are not obligated to sleep with them again if you’re not up for it. I didn’t intend for Beautiful to have any trauma associated with intimacy, they just weren’t up for it that particular night and the two of them had a resulting conversation about boundaries and expectations!

#thedudecalledmax #castleaudios #castlereplies #castleaudios beth #castleaudios beautiful

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enneamage · 10 months

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your SBI post made me realize something, which is that the insistence on anything only ever being exactly what you say it is and nothing more, in the context of fanfiction, shipping, porn, etc. ie: "it's platonic cuddling, you're the one making it weird!" functions on the same principle as the mcyt fandom approach to politics does. saying the right thing is valued above all else, discourse begins and ends at nit-picking language, and you're discouraged from going out and doing external research instead of "listening to (x) voices," in other words, folding to public opinion (see: the ranboo racism apology phenomenon). The end result being that calling out racism, homophobia, transphobia, and so on, is constantly used as a convenient cover for a secondary goal. for example, ranboo fans recently digging up stuff to get mad at matpat for while in reality, they're just pissed off that he called ranboo an ex-dsmp member… but if you try to say they don't actually care, it makes you seem callous to bigotry (SO YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT RACISM? vs SO YOU'RE MAKING THE HAND-HOLDING WEIRD, CREEP?) obviously, unknowingly participating in a kink community is a lot more overtly dangerous, but it's the same tendency in a different context: if you actually interrogate the political issues you're discoursing about, you don't get to use them whenever it's convenient anymore. if you actually consider whether you're writing kink fanfiction and call it what it is, you either don't get to write that kind of fanfiction anymore OR you don't get to participate in "polite society" anymore. the obsession with lists of boundaries and either badgering the CCs about them or piecing them together wholesale if they don't already exist, which is what creates the "but it's Platonic cuddling, kissing, BDSM, and marriage, i promise!" excuse in the first place, is another fixation on precise language...

(if my phrasing here is a little convoluted it's because i'm posting in Tired Mode, and you have to forgive me.)

To be fair, there are a lot of fandoms that go way back that have co-opted social justice causes to try and get what they want. This goes back at least a decade, this corner of the streamer sphere is just the most recent and pointed example because you can directly address one cc and get a response really quickly compared to a showrunner or team of people. In a lot of ways social justice language is some of the only power people (especially young people) will have online when it comes to getting what they want, so I understand why nobody wants to let it go or frame it differently even when it’s a personal beef or self-interest.

It’s not like these people are never right, this is a Youtube/Twitch/gaming space and it’s loaded with bad behavior that I would rather people be mindful and aware of. The issue is as you said, you can usually track a secondary goal underneath the callout, and it’s rarely as clean as it’s presented as. For whatever baffling reason Ranboo had a bunch of racist people defending him and he’s had to try and find ways to get that to stop, and that continues to be very real, but people were also pissed off at Ranboo for a bunch of other reasons that went unspoken.

In some ways this situation is the child of black-and-white thinking, something is either absolutely right or absolutely wrong, and by extension people are either absolutely right or absolutely wrong. People are very afraid of being absolutely wrong themselves, so they hunt down specific permissions to do things, and then use the letter of the law to protect themselves when someone says “hey this is kinda off.”

#The sfw fic situation tag #gen rnbo tag

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Hey Lys,

Hope all is fine with you. I just want to get this out of my chest. You don't have to publish it if you don't want. I apologise for bothering you in advance.

I have been trying to pursue my dream for about 2 years now. I mean I started the initial preparation 2 years ago and still I don't see much progress, if any at all. I talked to other people and they took 2 years too, but they were able to reach their goal while I just look around and see zero progress. I really wanted this year to be different so that I can pursue my dream of going abroad next year but I don't think it will happen anymore, possibly ever. I also asked out loud to the universe/ God/deity/ whatever you believe in to please give me a clear sign if I am going abroad next year or not. But all I get is dreams of my friend (she is living in the country where I want to go) coming back home and telling her stories from the place, while I am listening to her. Actually, she was the one who gave me the strength to even let me acknowledge that I can dream of something like that. Every few days I also hear stuff related to the place I want to go to. I don't know what it means (I doubt it means anything if I am being honest). I am tired and exhausted at this point. I don't want to continue but I don't want to give up as well.

Thank you so much for listening to my rambling.

🌌

Hello :)

I'm doing okay, just working on myself and healing. I must admit I've been through some difficult times caused by my past... but it seems I'm slowly getting out of that.

From what you said, and pardon me if I say so, it seems to me that you're focusing too much on the outside. Don't get me wrong: I totally understand what you're going through. It's really draining to put in effort and see no result and it obviously makes you lose hopes and feel discouraged. But you know... maybe you're considering a "result" (or a success) something that is a result/success for other and not for you. I mean... what would a result or sign for you be at this point? Comparing your path with others' ones, how long it took them to succeed, is basically like comparing your life (and life experience) to theirs. And you know... it never works. The more we look outside and compare with others (to feel as worthy*), the more we lose track of us, of what we really do, what we want, who we are... and of our successes too. Not to mention the signs. If you wait for the same result and signs others get, you may even wait forever at times. Maybe you need to change and be more open and wait for something different. Maybe you can go abroad, but you'll make it in a different way, or you may need more years... And what's the matter? Don't let urgency guide you, ever (I know you may be thinking "it's been 2 years it's not urgency", but it's actually still urgency: others succeeded in 2 years while you didn't. "So where are my results", you may be thinking and need answers asap, losing focus on you and your life, your path, the answers within you or in front of you...). *I think deep down you're comparing your worth to others', your friend's too (eg. the dream you mention feels like you're envious of her living your dream-life, at least on a superficial level ---I'm not interpreting rn). You see them succeeding at what you'd want to do, and you feel like unable to make it because you're not good enough or are a failure (it may be an unconscious self talk). But that's not true. You can try to get there, but maybe first you need to work on what is blocking you from actually getting there: maybe see your worth, maybe try something different, maybe take time for you and work from your own pov and not others'. Maybe work on what may actually scare you or what it would mean to make it and get there... Idk, there's a whole world behind some of our blockages. Anyway... do what works for you, not for others. And follow your dream, not others'.

My suggestion at this point, being also that you keep hearing about the country you want to go live in (whether it's a sign or just that you keep thinking about it and so you notice it more easily -it's psychology), is to take a break. Focus for a while on anything else. Take time for you, maybe work on your self worth/esteem in a different way. Give to yourself, whatever you need. Even (especially, tbh) just mental rest. Do not lose track of what else is going on in your life and of what you may need or want, aside from going abroad (at times we get too sucked up with a certain goal that we forget to give to us and to see our worth in other situations; we forget about our passions and what we like; we end up in a negative cycle that only brings up our "not good" we are even if it's not true). You need to get a clearer mind now. Once you feel more relaxed and grounded, ask again for signs. And stay open to them. Maybe work on a specific sign with your guides or Universe or whoever you want/believe in. And then, think about it: which voice is easier to shut up, the one telling you to give up because you'll never make it (maybe giving you examples of how unworthy/unable you are/were or of how things went bad in past occasions but also of how you're not as good as your peers: "they made it, why don't you? maybe you can't...") or the one telling you to keep working for your dream? Once you realize the answer to this question, you'll know what do to (follow it. It may be your intuition too, as it's easier to shut it up especially when we're stressed/tired, or to not believe it/discard it compared with our fears/wounded ego ---and stay open to any kind of sign, not just what you may see through your wounded ego/tired self. Get rest first and work on your self care -body and all- and self talk: it may seem useless/unrelated but nope, it makes all the difference in the world as you learn you can receive and deserve/are worthy through them. Stop calling yourself an idiot after each mistake or "failure", eg. This worked greatly for me).

All the best and take care, fr<3

P.S. basically, anyway, do not let urgency and in general what you're not getting (also at all) mean anything bad about your worth or deservance. P.P.S. I'm ofc assuming that to move abroad is your dream because you (and not others = you want to be like them/as worthy/successful) want to move abroad. Remind yourself of the reasons why you want to make it, what it means for you, what you want to do abroad etc... and as I said, act as it's best for you, follow your dream until you feel is right to keep trying. Let your intuition guide you here.

#asks #.

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nrc-broadcasting · 1 year

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i dont know if you're answering asks right now, but yeah haha, happy holidays and merry christmas if you celebrate it!

note: sorry for the horrendously long ask

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Good day, Prefect, I've been thinking of sending a message for a while now, and I've finally gathered up the courage to do so. I'm a second-year student from Heartslabyul, and I'd like some help with some things. You see, there are these two cat twins from Pomefiore; they're first-years, and they're known to stir up mischief and cause havoc everywhere they go, and most people aren't exactly fond of them because of that. The thing is, I'm in a polyamorous relationship with the mentioned twins, and when word of that started to spread, people started to discourage me from continuing my relationship with them, telling me that I shouldn't associate myself with such delinquents. But the thing is, despite being mischievous and chaotic, they're actually quite sweet and know when to stop with their antics; they're also very caring at times too. But most people aren't aware of this side of them since they only ever show it to me. Now, Prefect, if it doesn't bother you too much, may I ask, how do I convince people that they aren't all bad? And what should I do if they continue to tell me to end our relationship solely due to their reputation? I thank you in advance.

~ Harlan

Been Under Scrutiny

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Ah yes, I thought this would be perfect for February, so here we are. Is Harlan talking about the Pomefiore Siameses by any chance? I vaguely remember seeing a post about those OCs but I can’t seem to find it again so sorry if this took a while.

Here they are again, sitting on a comfortable leather chair(courtesy of Professor Crewel), a mic placed onto the studio’s mahogany table. A platter of snacks placed to their far right, beside a stack of canned tuna and a sleeping Grim.

Their school issued laptop with a tab already open to read messages from listeners and their simple phone case facing side up.

Stretching their arms and cracking their back to get their blood flowing, they finally turn on the mic with a muffled yawn.

“Once again,” Yuu fixes their tie even if they can’t be seen.

“Good morning Twisted Wonderland! We’re finally back after… sh-t I can’t remember—” They turn away and whisper in realization.

“—a long time!” They turn back, a strange look on their face.

“Today’s ask is… quite lengthy. But so are most of them these days.” They playfully roll their eyes.

“Hmm.” Tentative eyes skim the message, soaking up the information like a sponge.

“Pomefiore cat twins…” They give a thoughtful hum.

They strum the mahogany table with their nails for a few moments, racking their brain for memories of said twins.

“Cat twins in Pomefiore… might you mean Akanda and Akenya Siam?” They trace their bottom lip with their index finger in contemplation.

An…unfortunate encounter with another set of twins’ prank crosses their mind.

“Ah. Probably not.” They grimaced at the memory.

“Perhaps…Siddell and Amani? Sorry, I don’t know their last names.” Yuu smiled sheepishly.

“Yes, they might be who you’re referring to. I might not have the best first impression of them, but it’s good to see them treat you as you deserve.”

“Anyways, back to the topic at hand,” Yuu pulls their school issued laptop closer to them.

“Let me provide a little summary of your situation,” Their eyes travel back to the message.

“You, Harlan, are in a polymerous relationship with the Pomefiore cat twins. They are known delinquents, which makes people around you to discourage your relationship, and this led to the twins attempting to shield you from that scrutiny by asking you to leave them,” They twist the ring around their finger, eyes still on the message.

“Huh, they seem a fair amount protective.” They remark.

“So from what I’ve gathered, the main question here is how do you defend both your relationship and partner— sorry, partners, from people who want 1950’s sh-t from you.” They softly click their tongue.

“I understand the need to defend you from others, but why do they seem so willingly to give your relationship up? As delinquents, one would expect them to not give a damn about what other people think and fight for what they think is right.”

“So where did that come from?” They ask.

“Yes, it might be to protect you, but at the cost of your relationship?” Yuu raised an eyebrow.

“That hardly seems like a fair trade.” They narrow their eyes.

“I think you should deal with your partners’ pleads first. As for what to say when you do,” They breathe, sincerely hoping this doesn’t sound wrong or out-of-pocket.

“Just say no. You know they’re asking you because they feel bad and think they don’t deserve you, so tell them it’s just self sabotage and encourage them to fight for your relationship than giving up on it.”

“Taking the easy way out is never good, so fight for it, even if it makes your knuckles bruise like violets.” They shrug.

“Then, defending and/or proving your relationship to other people will be easier as you now have them help you to maintain the relationship rather than giving in to other people’s opinions and pushing your break-up.”

“As for proving the relationship, the only thing I can really suggest as someone who’s been single since birth:,) is crank up the PDA and encourage them to show their sweet side. Since you’re already together, I don’t see any reason for embarrassment.”

“If they make you feel comfortable, if they make you feel loved, if you want to stay with them, then stay! You’ll be damned if you give a damn what people.” They say.

“If you long for those melancholic moments, staring the at ceiling with them when they never say too much. When they don’t have to read into your melancholia…”

“Then stay in their lavender haze.”

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Our fairytale has come to an end.

#twst yuu #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #unique magic: listen up #twst imagines #twst mc #answered asks #unique magic

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anlian-aishang · 2 years

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Hello, I have a request. Levi Ackerman X female reader. I want it to be how Levi reacts when the reader faints, possibly before they're romantically involved. Thanks.

A cute request, I hope you enjoy ~

Word count: 1400 Tags: levi x reader, fluff, canonverse, pining, gn!reader

All the cadets noticed it, how Levi was off from his usual self, but you were the only one in the corps who could understand why. With your goals set on joining his squad, you had spent your first months in the Scout Regiment doing everything you could to make that dream your reality. When you wrote home, you told them that your routine would involve weightlifting in the mornings and jogging in the evenings, drinking only water and maximizing protein intake, attending Hange’s lectures and memorizing the different scouting formations.

In actuality, your methods turned out to be a lot more boring. Whenever you told your comrades that the Levi Squad was your destination, their reactions were discouraging. Of course, it would be physically demanding, being the A-team of the entire regiment. A small handful could attest to how emotionally demanding it was, tasked to alert the families of casualties. Still, everyone agreed on the most difficult requirement: getting on Captain Levi’s good side.

Before you could get your name on that team, you would have to get on his list. A man of few words, you tried to get to know him - not through conversation but by observation. Tea was his pick-me-up. Safety was his priority. Relevant today: short sleeves were a constant, opening the windows in every room he entered, fanning his shirt, running fingers through his hair. Levi ran hot.

// // //

Levi was in charge of today’s training session. On a regular day, he was already enough of a hard ass, but this summer weather was getting to him - the man thought unbreakable. The sun’s glare was persistent, unbroken by even a single cloud. Its light seemed to reflect off of every surface: windows, pavement, and especially his black hair. A real hot head. A heat one could not only feel, but could see. Waves of humidity rising and beads of sweat dropping vandalized his vision, no matter how tightly he narrowed his gaze.

Still, despite how irritated he was, Levi always stayed true to his values. It had always annoyed him, the way superiors barked orders at their trainees without proving themselves first. Instead of sitting back and enjoying the shade, Levi ran those laps alongside the class.

At first, his subordinates appreciated the gesture, but once they realized how it put him in the middle of the pack, right on their backs, they wished he would have stayed back and watched instead. In that blistering sun, his hazing boomed louder, “Come on, at least pretend to try!” Boomed all the way to the front of the hoard where you alone led.

The past you would have gleamed at this situation. A golden opportunity! First place among the entire cohort, right in front of his eyes, there was no way you would not catch his attention, and maybe even impress him. However, that version of you was not the you of now: in excruciating pain, mind-numbing exhaustion, and dire dehydration. It was a clash of mentality and physicality: how your resolve pushed on - one foot then the other - while your body screamed step after step - stop or I will make you.

A fight that lasted until the tenth lap - when your joints started to melt, your ankles began to break, and the afternoon sun went dark.

A thud, then his voice, and a call of your name.

But you had passed out by then.

// // //

In that moment, the dozens of other trainees vanished, leaving only you in his sights. Those rumors about adrenaline had been right, as Levi ran to you with an impossible speed. Not fast enough to catch you, but fast enough to make his arrival known before you went unconscious.

“I’m here, I’m here!” Levi placed his hand on your heart, feeling for its beat. His ear to your lips, listening for your breath.

A group of confused cadets had circled around him, Levi met them with a look of severity and tone of command, “Well, don’t just stand there!” Levi reached into his coat and pulled out his canteen, “You - fill this with water.” Off his beltloops, he tossed his keys, “You - open the doors for us.” An arm behind your back and one beneath your knees, “The rest of you - take it easy! The infirmary doesn’t have room for all of you.”

Turns out, it didn’t have enough room for one of you.

Every bed was full, some cots rolled out too. The nurse on-duty looked to Levi, shaking their head and shrugging. “No room.”

Seemed you were not the only one who had been hit by the heat. Rolling his eyes and turning on his heel, “Of course,” Levi cursed under his breath, subconsciously mindful not to wake you. The cadet who had gotten the doors for him thus far must have left in a hurry, fearful of a Captain Levi on high-alert. Levi inhaled and exhaled in rhythm with his motion: hoisting you higher and solidifying his hold, “Come on, just a little longer,” patting your back and starting his trek, “we’ll find a place for you, brat.”

// // //

The journey to his room was a journey within himself as well. Step by careful step, he could not turn a blind eye to the nagging thought: you wouldn’t be doing this for just anyone.

It was the first time someone had fainted under his supervision, but as he mentally ran through his roster, he could not name a single other soldier for whom he would go to such lengths, care for so deeply.

Once he had come to terms with the situation, ready to report it to own to his commander later, he began to look inward and decipher his own feelings. His body ache was not due to carrying your weight, but from the guilt of pushing you too hard. The itch at the back of his head was not annoyance that the training session had gone wrong, but an incessant desire to make up for his mistakes as your supervisor. The blood that rushed through him was not an anxious adrenaline, but an enamored glow - how vulnerable you had willingly made yourself to him.

As he tucked you in and set you still, Levi bit down a smile. The poor little thing would have no idea - the vulnerability he had displayed before you as well.

// // //

What a nightmare that was!

Fainting in front of your entire class, of course - when Captain Levi was supervising. You laughed to yourself - what a wild dream - before your jaw dropped in realization - too wild to be a dream.

This wasn’t your bedroom, but come to think of it, this wasn’t the infirmary either.

One bed in the entire room. Artwork on the walls. A luxury tea set in a display case. Even with your hazy vision, you immediately recognized: This wasn’t the infirmary. You tried to sit up and look at your surroundings, but a wave of discomfort forced you back down - back down onto the sheets that smelled of fresh cotton and were tightly tucked at the corners. A bed not even a nurse could make. With a wince, you rolled onto your side and saw an oak nightstand. Atop it, a tall glass of water and a cream-colored envelope. Slowly, you reached for it and pulled the note free.

Hey Brat,

Don’t tell anyone I brought you here - I can’t have others thinking I bring soldiers to my bedroom or that I have favorites.

(Although, by now, I’ll bet that you know that I do.)

Water - on the nightstand. Food - in the cabinet. Clothes - dresser. Anything else - call for me.

Levi

Cringing, you crumpled his note and held your head in your hands, so much for making the right impression.

On the other side of the door, Levi allowed himself a blush, already rehearsing how to tell Erwin that the squad was ready its sixth member.

// masterlist //

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi #levi ackerman #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #fluff #oneshot #2022 #anlian writes #my writing #alias's #request

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