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throttlegainwell · 29 days

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I'm making a new post because I want to put it under a cut and tumblr doesn't seem to like when you do that on a reblog, but this is in response to @jonathanbyersneedsabreak 's reblog of my Altered States post. (Thanks for the interest!)

So this one is a multiverse fic starring our Will (Will Prime?), who gets sci-fi whammied into this other universe where Joyce died when Will was 5-6 and Jonathan was 10.

(Warning for discussion below of child abuse and neglect, abandonment, parental death, and grief.) This is mostly background and touching on character arcs, not addressing the plot (which involves Will rescuing this universe's El from the lab and then getting her help to return to Hawkins Prime).

What follows is a pattern of abuse and neglect that both plays out differently and is more severe, while Lonnie is technically raising them but is deeply inconsistent in terms of basic care needs and often leaves them alone for stretches of time. Eventually, he decides he just wants to get the fuck out of Hawkins (he's in trouble or something and just says fuck it, I hated this shithole anyway) and he doesn't feel like dragging them with him, so he relinquishes his parental rights. (Jonathan is about 16 here.) Will and Jonathan are separated for three years before Jonathan a) becomes a legal adult and b) manages to get custody of Will and move them back to Hawkins, in the hopes that being around his old friends will be good for Will (who's clearly a very troubled kid by this point). Will was good friends with the Party here, but the situation at home really stunted his ability to connect with them, so it's a different dynamic. It also really affected Will's social prospects; if the Byers family had a shitty reputation before, it's absolutely tanked in this one.

Part of this is inspired by some (sad) family history, but the idea here is exploring how different the relationship between Will and Jonathan is in this different setting, and also to give Will Prime a look at another version of his life (especially his relationships with the Party). Jonathan and Will still love each other very much, but they don't know each other well, so there's not that same trust between them and they wouldn't necessarily hang out socially. There's also a much stronger awareness of what the other has been through, which contributes to the strain between them--it's a lot messier here. Unlike Will Prime, whose understanding of Lonnie and Jonathan's relationship seems amorphous at best because he was insulated from some of it, here there really wasn't a big secret of what was happening and no Joyce to mediate any of it, so Lonnie was significantly more abusive to Will as well. In fact, Lonnie almost certainly tried to play them against each other and drive a wedge between them.

Jonathan will try to protect Will in any universe, of course, and he often tried to draw Lonnie's attention away from Will and toward himself. But his power here was obviously very limited, so he felt helpless and harbors a lot of guilt over a) what he perceives to be his failure to adequately care for Will and protect him from Lonnie and b) occasionally being relieved when Lonnie didn't go for it and Jonathan got a reprieve (and the latter is a source of immense shame as well, because what kind of person feels even a moment of relief over not being targeted for abuse when it comes at the expense of the person they're supposed to be protecting? Relieved that it wasn't him this time? But he's only human, and it happens). I also really don't want to downplay the far-reaching effects of that kind of serious neglect (and the increased burden this puts on Jonathan, who simply cannot be an even halfway adequate caregiver to a young child nor is he equipped to ensure his own needs are met--it's a profoundly bad situation for both of them, basically, even when you remove the abuse as a factor). Tbh, I'd say the neglect was probably more significant than the abuse in this scenario.

Jonathan is, uh, very fucked up in this story. Much angrier, much more anxious, very much trying to keep it together for Will but deeply traumatized from a lifetime of shit and drowning in guilt over several things that may or may not make it into the story, but it's all informing his perspective and demeanor here. In a lot of ways, he's kind of mirroring Joyce; he's just very focused on maintaining steady employment and basic materials needs (shelter, food, utilities). From my notes:

He's also deeply, profoundly angry, in a way that leaks out quietly but unmistakably, even though he tries to hide it; he kind of vacillates between vibrating and being sort of checked out. He loves Will, but they're not that close here because the trauma pushed them apart, and being separated certainly didn’t help there.

The traumatic grief is really the big thing that I'm not sure will come up here, but it's huge--he feels responsible for Joyce's death in a way that's burrowed so deeply into him that questioning it would be like suggesting that maybe the sky is made of marshmallows. This is because she wasn't supposed to be where she was on the day of the accident; she put off running that errand the night before because Jonathan, upset after the rabbit incident, wanted her to stay with him instead of going out. He didn't tell her what happened--he was just so traumatized that he begged her not to go, which freaked her out enough to change her plans. And he really has never had anything resembling treatment for this, so it's festered.

So, uh. There are many, many aspects to this story that are just deeply upsetting, but the point isn't necessarily to linger on them. They're really more background.

But! Although Jonathan is kind of checked out and not super close to Will, he does know him well enough (and is paying enough attention) to recognize that this isn't his little brother. First, because Will Prime trusts him too much--he's just expecting a certain level of closeness that this other Will wouldn't. (At first, Jonathan is terrified that something terrible has happened to Will and that's why he's suddenly looking to Jonathan for support, because what else would cause that?) But then he realizes that while this kid is just as traumatized as his brother, the shape of that trauma is different. He's basically like, huh, well, you're definitely fucked up, but you're way more emotionally healthy than my Will, so you can't be him.

Anyway. That's the Will & Jonathan background.

#writing tag #altered states wip #long post

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arcplaysgames · 1 year

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Nanako set up a tanabata ornament in the house and it's just super sad!!!!!!

While tending to the garden with Dojima and Nanako, Dojima mentions he doesn't know what to wish for. I tried checking every night but i never saw his wish and don't know if he settled on one. Goddammit Dojima.

AND THEN MOROOKA DIES? THE MEAN ASSHOLE TEACHER? WHO HAD A WEIRD THING FOR RISE BUT CALLED EVERYONE A SLUT?

/points. Copycat. That's a copycat.

Everyone is confused and decided we should totally ask Teddie if he sensed anyone in the TV last night.

EXCEPT TURNS OUT TEDDIE IS JUST HANGING AROUND JUNES. which, yanno. amazing cover, tbh. of course you'd see him around a place like this, he's a mascot!

I feel such kinship with Teddie. Also, what the fuck is Junes an equivalent to? I thought it was a Costco or Target but like they have MASSAGE CHAIRS? What is this place?!

Per Teddie, Morooka did not get thrown into the TV at all. I am still calling copycat on this.

KANJI IS CONTINUALLY DENIED. LET HIM TOUCH THE FUR.

is that how that works, bud

....

i can't even handle the epistemological implications of this.

how do sit-ups give you a HUMAN BODY?

what the FUCK is Teddie??????

besides a blond haired blue eyed anime boy?????? I guess??????

/looks helplessly around

I'm sorry Chie but I will be encouraging Teddie at every turn. I love chaos too much.

I'm so glad we aren't in the fucking horrible springtime anymore, I am having MUCH more fun now. I like everyone again. 8) (tho especially kanji, natch)

lmao chie if not for the shit yosuke pulled on you and yukiko at camp, i would be saying what the absolute hell you've crossed a line

buuuuuuuuut the turns have sure tabled. good for you, girl.

uuuuh rise is our friend, that's how it works when you save someone's life, that's like instant friendship. what kind of detective are you if you don't know that????

Naoto is poking around. He also doesn't think that Morooka fits the pattern. I'm saying! Copycat!

oh my god the pitch her voice jumped to made me move my headphones, lmao.

oh. oh its like that huh, lmao. she really did just move in and grab Reverie's arm.

I can't believe I forgot that Teddie becomes a real human boy. I think we're reaching the point i fell off this game back in 2009 because I don't remember much from this point on.

If anyone knows: about how far into the game are we? 40%? 50%?

.... oh god i haven't even reached summer vacation yet, have i.

#p4 #persona liveblog

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a-swiss-and-a-spaniard · 6 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for thinking of me @yoellglia ! I had fun reading your answers and even more so trying to answer myself :)

1. How many works do you have on A03?

Jeez, should I consider both of my accounts? Let's do it, why not.

I have 12 fics in total. 7 for Tennis RPF and 5 for the DC Universe.

2. What's your total A03 word count?

37,211 words combined. Ngl, I thought it would be less than that as there are only two multi-chaptered fics and the rest are one-shots. Hopefully, I'll add some more words in the upcoming months :)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I only write Tennis RPF. I've been toying with a few ideas for the Good Omens fandom, but I haven't opened a new doc yet. And I used to write for the DC Universe, but I haven't done that in ages.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

(I’m gonna keep this Tennis RPF only bc this blog is tennis themed)

Waking in the Night Light: Fedal share their first kiss in a parking lot.

A New Target: Fedal have sex in the locker room.

Moonlight in Paris: Rafa goes to Roger's hotel room.

Strawberry & Dulce de Leche: Roger and Rafa get ice cream.

Somewhere or Other: Fedal phone call.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes yes yes! At least I try to. Although more often than not I get the notification, reply in my head, then forget to actually write back, and I'm too embarrassed to answer if more than a week has gone by… so apologies for that. That doesn't mean I don’t appreciate every single comment I have ever gotten, they always make my day in fact.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Mmh… perhaps Moonlight in Paris. It's not angst per se but it does have an overall sense of uncertainty.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Strawberry & Dulce de Leche, definitely. Rafa's joy at the possibility of Roger going to his birthday party is everything.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, thankfully. I’m glad I haven't unlocked that side of fandom yet.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, but I consider myself a newbie at it (smut writers, pls teach me your ways).

Generally speaking, I prefer it when smut has a little plot. It doesn't have to be anything complicated or serious, I just need a bit of a story behind what's happening for it to feel more organic. I also like it when the focus is on the emotional aspect of it, though descriptive can be nice as well. And I don't mind wordy smut as longs as it doesn't mess with the flow.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope, and I'm not a big fan of those tbh

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Story time! Yes 💀 Although it wasn't the whole thing, just a fragment. The fic in question was None but the Lonely Heart for the DCEU. And I only found out bc a lovely person left a comment on my fic, letting me know what had happened and the link to the other fic. I checked and the writer had indeed literally copied and pasted one of my scenes, they'd just changed the names of the characters. So I reached out to the AO3 team and they took care of everything.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. Stef and I had an idea for a Fedal fic, but who knows if we'll ever get to actually write it lol

14. What's your all time favourite ship?

I don't think I have one, really. I would say my main ones/the ones I keep coming back to are Fedal (Roger Federer/Rafael Nadal) and Superbat (Superman/Batman). Though right now I've been reading almost exclusively Ineffable Husbands (Aziraphale/Crowley), so it mostly depends on my hyperfixation at the time

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oof, that might be a Superbat (long) fic set post BvS, where resurrected Clark has lost his powers (and the sun seems to actually make him sick now), so Bruce helps him to get back on his feet and of course they fall in love in the process. I have the whole thing outlined, sheets of dialogues and a couple of scenes already fleshed out, but I took a break from the fandom bc it was draining me out. Idk, maybe one day I'll get back to it. I mean, never say never and all that, but it's looking highly improbable right now

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at setting the tone of scenes, be it fluffy, angsty, whatever.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I tend to write in long, long sentences. Seriously, you should see my drafts, sometimes a whole paragraph can be a single sentence. I don't know if it's due to my Spanish hard-wired brain or what, but I’m working on breaking things up a bit more.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I love it! But you need to make sure readers will still get the message through context, so I think it's best to stick to single words and/or common phrases. Unless, of course, you want to leave your character (and thus your readers) feeling confused.

I do it often when I’m writing Rafa and it's part of the reason I love writing him so much.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

DC Universe

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Tough question… can I say an unpublished one? I have this sort of introspection/character study of Domi, his struggles coming back on tour after the wrist injury and dealing with all the ups and downs. There's not a story to it per se, like I'm not trying to get him from A to B. It's just a dive into his mind, where it gets kinda dark real quick, and it's unlike what I usually go for in tennis fics (fluff), so I've been enjoying the challenge of getting out of my comfort zone there

#fic writing #tag game #about me

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humanransome-note · 2 years

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Because of who I am as a person, it has taken me over a year to finally comprehend my college's registration process, of which I would have to call my guidance counselor to help me get through, thus often forcing me to skim through the left overs of online classes because my transportation situation is shoddy as all hell. although all the blame can't be put on me, when there are two separate and completely differently designed portals that allow me to register, one has more through information, and it is the one that most people don't use but the one i need.

this is a long winded way of saying I've been beat to registering for fall classes.

now this is the part where i cry a bit, then get back to trying to be productive.

Problem with that is, the most obvious option is to work. and while I appreciate my aunt, I really do, tbh I very often felt like an afterthought, and we haven't talked since june)

so normal jobs

would be more palatable if every job finding/interview experience i had didn't suck.

examples under the cut

Target:

called me at like 11:30 at night on a wednesday asking if they could do a phone interview, I say no, because it is almost midnight. im in my jammies, all my paperwork and such is put away, im considering some me time... i am not in a professional head space. I tell them while I am not available now, im good tomorrow. they say sure we'll call you around noon. Great.

tomorrow happens, i give them until one... nothing. call them myself... nothing. wait around on the same timeline friday... nothing. call them again... nothing.

Hamilton/DEH merch

the woman took me saying "my mother used to have a hoarding problem, I'm cleaning." as me saying she had recently passed... which is a fair assumption, but she hadn't. The embarrassment the interviewer obviously felt when I made that clarification I feel, in part, is how I got that job.

Barnes & Noble

said it was part time book seller. get there and they tack on "also, maybe, more often then not, the starbucks cafe." now, this feels a bit illegal, and might be, but I was there, I wore my khakis and button up, i'd try at least.

get there, it's a group interview, im nervous, thus im sweating, and it's in the break room with other employees coming and going. one even obviously and flagrantly hyping one of the other applicants.

she got that job, and i had a nervous cry in the bathroom

Press N' Grind (overpriced Cafe, disappointing I know)

had the job for three days, boss fired me, without saying anything indicative of him actually firing me like "this isn't working out" or "we have to let you go" so i spend about ten days waiting for a schedule update, and when i finally go in to ask wtf is up, he clarifies, gives me like $275 and i have a good walk/cry in the rain.

Turns out he was also having some legal issues with an old business partner regarding royalties and IP, maybe that had smth to do with it. (my mom's a nosy bitch and so am I)

Michael's

Guy says he'll email me some things, and I'm thinking cool, I've got the job! get home, no email. next morning, no email. next evening, no email. I call everyday for a week, even go in three times, the guy who interviewed me is never there.

like a month later, i've cut my losses, my mother has stopped pestering me because all of my attempts have failed. she needs poster board for an office presentation and i'm a crafty bitch, so we go to michael's.

now, sm ppl have said that what I did was a bad move. i disagree but whatever.

out of the corner of my eye, guess who I see?

so from the far end of the isle, in my jammies, (freshly bleach stained due to a laundry accident) and a set of slides, I summon from the depth's of my chest:

"What's up,

Phillip?"

he stops, he stares, he blances a bit.

"Been trying to reach you, never got that email you were supposed to send me."

he stumbles over some half said mostly implied excuse that summed up to "Im not the usual hiring manager, and when they came back they veto'd my decision."

"woulda been nice to know that a month ago."

"yeah..."

"yeah."

he gets called to the register and I swear he moved faster then he did before.

I have not gotten to the interview portion of a job application since.

#wurds #can i just float. in like a river or something?#or make like a hermit in the woods?#job interview #idk how ppl get jobs. because nearly all of these experiences were miserable

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silver-wield · 4 months

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argh silver I tried sharing this on a cloti discord but I couldn't find the guts to talk because of my anxiety. It's bad, I know. I shared it here anonymously before as well but maybe it's not something you'd like to entertain. But I just wanna give it another shot.

What if instead of getting LA and HA for HW in part 3 (because 💯 HA is not changeable), we get one for A instead. Our last interaction with her is when she gets attacked by C who's not right in the head. LA is when T is able to reach C more easily because their connection isn't weakened at all, therefore, A doesn't get hurt as much (but will). HA is when T has more difficulty protecting A and getting C back to his senses because the player has weakened C's connection to T (but it's still there), so uh it wouldn't look good, maybe she'll get hit off screen. We are supposed to be scared of C, no matter what happens and question who this guy really was all this time.

If LA acted out like a punishment in HW, then this HA acts out like a punishment for the player. For ignoring her warning in part 1 . Her " no matter what you do" with a very serious face sounded and looked very sinister. Like something she didn't want to see nor happen because both cases of LA and HA is when a friend tried to kill her. Likewise, HA would also make her lower her defenses because affection points are indication of the character's affection for the player, not C himself.

this would leave a food for thought that enabling C, as the player to get close to their primary target to kill, a cetra, an enemy, and getting farther away from his anchor, T, is not a good thing.

Still I'm sure there are those who will romanticize this, but I will ignore them. There's a reason why the infamous Harry Styles fanfic film 'After' is still a thing 🤢. But for those with Common sense, they would clearly understand the severity of it, if they actually care, as the player, about A. Because C doesn't really have control over this, he is but a puppet, unless we understand what he wants, and if we do, he would not stray away from T. And both cases, still leads to him having guilt in ACC because in the end she still died, and C is not a bad person unless the audience wants him to suffer for their HC. But such wouldn't make sense, because part 1 sets the tone that he actually prioritizes T more than anybody. Likewise, the same repeats in part 2. I mean his entire arc in Part 1 was about being desperately able to comfort T lol, nobody else had that even when he knows A for example needed it during the playground scene talking about Z, he just listened, being a friend, but not as frustrated as when being unable to comfort T.

But that's it 😭 It's just a theory that'll probably be nonsense but I think I find this more plausible than two versions of GSD. Because the latter doesnt really add anything.

I'm sorry I just don't see the point of a high or low affection physical assault scene.

Tbh this game sounds like filler. It's got stupid ass wasteful scenes, dumbass 60 hrs worth of minigames and sidequests and the main scenario only goes to the forgotten city, so they literally saved all the best parts of the story for part three. They even moved Wutai and Fort Condor, and we don't even get to play with Vincent or Cid in our party.

This game is filler.

My expectations are low.

#final fantasy 7 remake #ff7r #ffviir #final fantasy 7r #final fantasy viir

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the-illiterate-pirate · 3 years

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I've seen you had requests open, can uh can I have a Dom Gyro x virgin fem reader (preferably shy who hasn't even had their first kiss ) smut. Johnny and Diego could be like overprotective brothers Tbh any kinks are good besides piss kinks I just want Gyro to be really mean and rough with me<3

To start off, sorry this took so long to publish! I hope you can forgive me 🙏 honestly I could blame work, or life, but that'd be a lie, I just went through some major procrastination.

Out to the Barn and into the Hay(loft)

Contents warning; Reader is a SIMP (but can you really blame her), Gyro being a pervert, Google translated Italian, pet names, bad dirty talk, oral, no full penetration this time around sorry :(, porn written by a virgin (but really, what's new?)

Part two is now here! ->

"Bellisimo, Love. Keep going." That accented voice always spoke to you on your lonely nights, but tonight it sounded stronger.

"You feel amazing, baby." Louder.

"Keep going. I'm almost there." Almost as if the target of your infatuation was there with you, speaking low, sultry words into your drowsy mind.

"Almost there. Almost–!" Like Gyro was there, making you feel oh, so good.

"Ngh– Y/n~!"

But before you could reach that sweet ending with your love, you're startled awake.

That's right. With sinking realization you remember you weren't in a large fluffy bed in some big city with your Italian lover. Or a normal bed. Or even in a relationship.

You're sleeping in a hayloft.

On rickety old wood.

With cobwebs sticking to your wet skin.

Laying thirty feet away from your brother, and his best friend, the target of your erotic dream.

Ugh, how could you?! You were disgusted with yourself, having such a lewd dream with other people in the room (and your brother and crush of all the people to be with!)

You just wanted to go back to bed. Not to finish the dream but to just get the night over with. You were embarrassed and tired, and it was far too hot up in the hayloft to be staying awake. But of course, your body had to go against you. It wasn't just the humid summer night heat you felt. That dream had you feeling all types of ways. In between your legs, a whole different heat was making itself known.

Ugh, seriously??

You didn't want to fix it... You couldn't! What if you got too loud? And you could never get the hang of touching yourself, your arm got tired too quick and you were always left feeling hot and unsatisfied. You wished you had some sort of–

Oh, god. Was that the sound of someone using the hayloft's ladder?

Yes, it was!

Johnny was a heavy sleeper, you'd always known your brother to be prone to sleeping through everything, and even if he wasn't, climbing up to the hayloft would be more trouble than it was worth. It was just you three.. so that'd only leave you with... Your worst nightmare.

And sure enough, Gyro made himself known with a gentle knock at the hayloft's flooring. His bottle green gaze found you quick after peering over the wood to find your eye. Once he was sure you were awake, he lifted himself the rest of the way up, so he was officially sitting next to you on the raised part of the barn.

"Hey."

"Hey..."

"You okay? I heard you whimpering from the lower floor."

He heard you from all the way down there?!

Wait,

YOU WERE MAKING NOISES, TOO?!

Oh, kill me now!

"Y-Yeah! I'm fine, just a spooky dream! You know?" You let out a choked laugh, but it came out forced. Gyro didn't seem to notice, but laughed too. He had a nice laugh, you noted. "Ah, that's good. You sure you're okay? You look like you just dunk yourself in the pond out back!"

"Well, it's pretty hot up here. I regret not sleeping down there with you and big bro."

Gyro hummed in acknowledgment. His green eyes scanned over the empty corners of the hayloft and the floor like he was searching for something. But he just ended up agreeing with you.

All was silent. Except for some far away crickets singing late into the summer night. If you had to guess it had to be about two something.

By the time Gyro set his eye off you you were already watching him. Maybe it was a bad idea to be staring so intently but you couldn't help it. He looked amazing right now. He'd ditched the jacket, gloves and hat in exchange for just wearing an undershirt with his jeans. And no hat. The barn was riddles with holes (some from age, others from shoot outs if you had to guess) and it let moonlight trickle in, beaming down at Gyro and making his hair and skin shine like he was unearthly. And those arms... They were positively drool worthy.

"S-So, Gyro, I hope I didn't wake you up." You had to get your mind off this man. Months of friendship and you still acted like a shy school girl around him all because of some degenerate dreams.

"Oh, nah. I was having trouble sleeping before you started tossing around up here." The Italian yawned. With some shifting he got into a more comfortable position, with a knee tucked to his chin to prop his head up while he looked at you. At this angle the light seeping in from besides you both had his eyes glowing dark green. He had a smile on his face that bordered on a smirk and it made your stomach flop. Whether it was from nerves or arousal was debatable.

"Y/n~, all this time we've been friends, and I think this is the first time I've been able to talk to you without Johnny present. I forget, how long ago has it really been since we met each other?" He asked without looking away.

"A year and a half! Two next spring, JoJo introduced us on his twentieth birthday."

"That's right! How could I forget?" That's what he said, but you had a feeling that was a lie. You knew you could never forget your first meeting with the Italian. It was a shock to see your big brother stroll into the house with the boisterous man at his heel chanting something about mozzarella. Dad obviously didn't approve of the blond. But you were happy to see your brother with a friend, after so long of being reclusive and antisocial. After some introductions you could say you and Gyro hit it off almost as good as he and Johnny did. After cake and him showing off one of his original gags, it was then you decided you were smitten for the older man and had been since. You loved his personality, his good looks, and the way he could help Johnny out of his depressive episodes on a dime was something admirable.

But the way he could switch from jokester to more serious was the most interesting. It wasn't common to see, but now you could feel Gyro's eyes harden on you as he switched from his cheerful attitude to something more sinister. Wait, when did Gyro get so close to you? "Y/n, come to think of it, all this time we've spent together, and I don't think I've seen you with a man outside of your family. Why is that?"

What kind of question was that? You weren't sure what would be a worse response; admitting to your crush that you were twenty and still had yet to have your first kiss, or lie and say you've been in plenty of relationships behind your father's (and brother's) back. Was this some trick question? Where he'd laugh at you for being a virgin or degrade you for being in secret relationships...? No, Gyro wasn't that kind of guy. But it still confused you.

"W-Well, the reason is.. I've uh, I've never really been into the thought of dating anyone. Really! I mean, I'm busy helping dad out, s-so it's never really crossed my mind." That was all a lie. A lie straight through your teeth. You had thought of being in a relationship (a relationship with him) You'd loose sleep some nights thinking about what it'd be like to call Gyro yours. But you couldn't say all that. You couldn't let him know you skipped out on being with other men because you wanted Gyro to be your first... Everything. That was a can of worms you'd never let see the light if day.

"Nyohoho~, really? That's so cute! Wait, so does that mean you've never done anything romantic with anyone?"

You whined, too embarrassed to say.

Gyro left his original position to get closer to your face. He was grinning, showing off his golden teeth. "So you've... Never kissed a guy before?"

"N-No..."

"And if you've never kissed someone, that could mean you've never been... Intimate either, right?" Having him so close to your face left it hard to speak. Your breathing was heavy as you stared into those emerald eyes.

"Would you like to change that?"

"H...Huh?"

Gyro's smirk grew bigger, "Dolcezza, I've seen the way you look at me. And it's safe to say, I look at you the same way." His hand trailed up to your face, keeping it in a vice grip as he made you stare into his eyes. "Thinking about having someone so small and cute like you underneath me gets me going. And if those noises you were makin' earlier tell me anything, it's that you want that as much as me."

Oh no.

Oh no. No no no no.

Shit!

Oh, lord, what kind of noises were you making in your sleep?

"They were real cute, too. Hearing you moan my name like some high class whore is a real turn on. I'm surprised you didn't wake up your brother. Surprised, but happy, now that I can finally do this," With a push, your back was flat on the hayloft floor with Gyro on top of you. He swung his legs over yours to cage you between his thighs, with an arm near your face holding him up and the other hand still on your shoulder. "I don't want to do anything you're not ready for. So if you tell me no right now, I'll leave. But I'd really like to show you just how much I burn for you."

"...You," You swallowed harshly, trying to wet your throat before you spoke. "You– You would really wanna do that with me..? I don't– I-I'm not sure what to do."

"Hush, Cara. Let me take care of you first."

The hand on your shoulder found its way into your hair, he lifted your head up to slam your lips against his in a kiss that literally took your breath away. It wasn't at all what you expected your first kiss to be like. Where you thought soft lips would meet yours in a slow, languid dance, Gyro bit and sucked on your lips until you had to open them and give him access to your tongue. He licked at every inch of your mouth, letting trails of saliva run down the corners of your lips. If you thought the heat between your thighs was hot before this started, you'd begin to melt now. Having this man above you do to your body what he pleased was sending you spiraling into heaven.

Gyro's sturdy body crowded over your own while his hand left the ground to search your body. He started at your hip, massaging the soft flesh he found there in his callous hand, and left for your waist, and finally to sneak up your shirt, touching you in places that made you weak and clench your thighs against his legs. The pressure of his crotch on your own left you whimpering. You felt something hard rubbing the v of your legs while he pressed himself on you harsher.

When he finally moved away from you, there was a loud "smack!" when your lips disconnected. He left you panting and shivering, and only stared down at your wrecked body with a sinister grin.

"Nyoho~ you look so cute like this! It's takin' everything in me to not rip your pants off and fuck you dumb." Your voiced had left you long ago, you could only whine at the mortifying words he used. He simply tapped at your lips with his thumb to silence you, "But, I'll try to be gentle with ya. Let's take these off already, yeah?"

Deft hands made there way to the button of your pants. He made quick work of it and it's zipper, and was even quicker pulling them down your legs to leave you in your panties.

Leaning back on his thighs now, after he threw your jeans out of the way, Gyro froze in place. His golden teeth closed around his bottom lip while he stared down at your most intimate parts. "Oh, cazzo, Bambina. You're wetter than I thought you'd be." Fingers wrapped around the elastic of your panties and they followed your jeans to the floor. The air was still hot in the barn, but as air came into contact with your naked core you couldn't help but shiver at the cooling liquids sliding down your thighs.

"All this 'cause of a dream? Damn, you must be starving for my touch." A single finger played with you folds, driving up your slit to collect some of the slick seeping from you. The feeling of his finger alone was enough to send a shiver down your spine. You were excited to learn what more would do to you. "You want me to touch you? You want me to use you, and make you feel good?"

Oh, god yes.

The hand he used to touch you went up to his mouth. His tongue peeked out from his plump lips to lick the spunk off the dirtied finger.

You suddenly wanted to kiss him again. The sight of him licking off your essence from his finger was as arousing as it was disturbing. It couldn't have tasted good. And yet, you wanted so much to kiss him and taste yourself on those lips of his.

"Nope! No kisses. You'll get what you want once you tell me."

Oh, must he toy with you like this? You wanted him! Wasn't that obvious?

"Well? Do you want my fingers?" He lifted his hand to show, "My tongue?" The pink muscle slithered out from between his lips again. "Or do you want me to fuck you raw? I'm happy with any."

God, was he always this big of a deviant? Gyro had never acted this way before today. He was goofy, and kind, and did most anything to crack a smile on your face. Now he just acted... well, so perverse! It was... kind of attractive.

What did he mean by "his tongue"? The fingers, you understood. But what did he mean by using his tongue? Would he kiss you more?

"You...Your mouth. P-Please?" You asked softly.

"Oh, perfecto! Non vedo l'ora do assaggiarti di più di te."

It was times like these when you wish you understood his extravagant Italian.

You went to lean in for another kiss, but Gyro just pushed you back down. He bent you at an awkward angle, with your back completely against the floorboards along with your ass in the air and your legs resting on his shoulders. Finally it clicked in your head. He wasn't– He wasn't going to "kiss" you down there was he?! But Gyro quickly answered that question. As horrifying as it was to see him dip his head below to lick at the folds of your entrance, he lapped at you like a starving dog. Pleasure flooded your head with each flick of his tongue over your hole and how it skunk back out to play with your clit in his mouth. His thumbs all the while rubbing soothing circles into the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

His tongue dipped back into you. You could've called his name out over the sounds of him dining on you like you were the most delicious morsel, if it wasn't the large hand that trapped your mouth before you could even do so. "Ah, ah~, as much as I wanna here your cute screams, I'm afraid we have an audience. And I don't wanna share."

Oh god. You forgot Johnny was here! He was only meters away, he could wake up at any time and hear this. Just by the look on his face, you knew Gyro understood exactly what you were thinking. "I see you understand what I'm saying. Good~," He pulled your thighs closer yet again, and pressed his face into your heat once more so you could feel his breath on your sensitive folds. "Now, wrap these beautiful thighs around my head while I drive you over the edge!"

He attacked you a final time with lazy licks, thumbs kept your entrance open as he fucked you slow with his tongue. The repetitive motions kept you swimming, having nothing to do except keep a death grip on the blond's hair. It didn't take long for a well known pressure to press on your core. It was a warmth that started as the heat of a hand on your stomach, and grew into an inferno that was going to engulf you whole. It was strange. You'd never actually achieved an orgasm before. You never expected it to feel so weighted. Like the pressure of the world decided to lay on top of your chest, slowly crushing you. Words escaped you, you could only grab at Gyro's hair tighter, legs pressing together to keep him at his magic. You were all but humping his mouth at this point, keeping him soffocated between your thighs. (Not that he really minded. Seeing a (not so) virgin loose her mind on his tongue was insanely hot)

God, so close. So close– yes, yesyesyesyes–!

"G-Gyrooo~!"

And all at once, the world's weight lifted off of you to drowned you in euphoric pleasure. Your scream came out choked and silent, and you lay there mouth opened like a dying fish.

Gyro lapped up happily at the fluids escaping your lower half. The added feeling of him helping you ride out your first orgasm had your legs twitching and your eyes rolling back into your skull. He had to press his hands into your legs to keep them from lifting off the ground too much while he cleaned you off.

It was still too hot. The summer heat came back to slap you in the face once you dropped from your high. You were sticky, and gross, and you could've cried when you remembered there was no water to clean yourself off with... If it weren't for Gyro quickly gathering you into his arms and hoisting you on to his lap. You squirmed in his hot hold but he only held you closer to his built chest, rubbing your overstimulated clit on the growing bulge in his jeans. The size and the fabric of his jeans on your bare skin had you a moaning mess in his arms immediately.

"You tasted so good, Dolcezza," He sang into your ear still pushing up into you. "But now it's time for the main course."

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #steel ball run #jjba part 7 #gyro zeppeli #gyro zeppeli x reader #steamy writing

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helloalycia · 3 years

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my patient’s neighbour [two] // wanda maximoff

summary: as you spend more time with your patient's neighbour, you come to realise that your crush may be getting too much

warning/s: none, just fluff tbh

author's note: i’m so glad you guys enjoyed the first part! here’s the next bit :)

When Sunday rolled around, I did everything in my power to make it the perfect day for Anna. We went out for breakfast at a café around the corner, a stroll around the park, then I made her lunch before she conked out afterwards, napping in her bedroom. I took that as my chance to decorate the living-area with birthday decorations. Nothing too much as I knew she'd kill me if I went overboard, but little things like a banner, some balloons and streamers.

I told Wanda to come at this time, too, and she showed up with a bag of groceries and a pretty smile on her face.

"Here, let me help," I said, already moving to take the bag off her. "How are you?"

"I'm good," she said, closing the door behind her and following me into the kitchen. Her smile widened when she saw the decorations. "Y/N, this is lovely! Anna is going to love it!"

"You think?" I asked, spinning around and doing a once over of the living-area. "It's not too much? I know she'll hate if I do too much."

"It's just the right amount," Wanda reassured, glancing at me. "How has she been today?"

We both began to unpack the groceries as we talked.

"Really good actually," I said with a nod. "I treated her to breakfast at that café she likes. We went to the park, fed the ducks, had a nice stroll. Then I made her some lunch and she's napping which leaves us the perfect time to crack on with dinner."

Wanda chuckled. "Great." She paused, making me look to her to see her smile fading. Nervously, she asked, "Did her granddaughter call?"

I sighed quietly and Wanda seemed to know what that meant without me saying anything further.

"It's okay, we'll just have to make this the best meal ever," she said, not letting it get to her.

"We will," I agreed, before looking to the food on the table. "So, chef. Where do we start?"

Wanda and I spent the next hour prepping dinner, a beef stew called Solyanka, as it would require two hours to cook on the stove so we were starting early to make sure it would be ready in time.

I was chopping some onions as she prepared the beef, but I couldn't help myself from glancing at her every two seconds, still filled with concern because of her cast and minor injuries.

"You should take a picture, it'll last longer," she said teasingly, making me look up to see her watching me with a stifled smile.

"Sorry," I mumbled, shaking my head and looking back to my chopping board.

"What's wrong?" she asked gently.

I chewed on my lip as I glanced at her wrist again, before meeting her gaze. "How did it happen?"

"I already told you," she reminded me playfully, trying to lighten the mood, but I was still fretful. "It happened on a mission."

"Yeah, but how?" I asked again, hoping she understood what I meant.

She seemed reluctant to share, face scrunching up with thought, before looking down to her own chopping board. I thought she wouldn't tell me, but then she spoke.

"I can't tell you too much," she started, shrugging, "since it was a confidential mission. But basically, I was undercover when my target recognised me and we got into a fight."

Watching her with the utmost attention, I nodded, imagining it in my head.

"It wasn't difficult or anything, but it surprised me, y'know?" She looked to me with a smile, as if trying to make it sound less scarier than it was. "The guy, the target, he managed to get in few good hits. And he sprained my wrist. But it's alright."

I wasn't as amused as she was, wincing at the thought of her being in a fight. "Are you sure you're alright?"

She tilted her head knowingly. "I'm sure, Y/N. It's my job."

Shaking my head, I looked back down to my chopping board and continued chopping the onion. "I don't know how you can do that as a job..."

"Well, it's rewarding," she said like it was obvious. "Why do you spend most of your week caring for the elderly?"

"It's rewarding," I said without hesitation, before realising what she'd done and looking her way.

She was smiling cockily, making me roll my eyes and laugh.

"Okay, I see your point," I gave in. "But still. It's a dangerous job what you do. Just be careful, yeah?"

"Always am," she promised. And I wanted to believe her, but the cast on her wrist said otherwise.

—

"It smells like home, devochki, spasibo (girls, thank you)," Anna said from her place at the table. "Are you sure you don't want me to help?"

"We're sure, Anna," Wanda called back to her. "I'm just putting the food into a serving bowl and Y/N is grabbing some glasses. You sit and wait like the patient woman I know you are."

Anna mumbled something in Russian which I didn't understand, but it seemed to make Wanda chuckle as she rolled her eyes.

It was finally time for dinner and the stew had turned out beautifully, not that I had doubts since Wanda didn't seem like one to kid around with cooking.

As she was readying it for the table, I was setting everything up and all that was left were the glasses. But, of course (and oddly enough, since Anna was shorter than I), they were stored on the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard and just out of my reach.

In hindsight, I probably could have grabbed a stool and stood on it, but I was too lazy, so I went on my tip-toes and stretched with all my might. The tips of my fingers brushed against a glass and I attempted to move it towards me, unable to see if I was actually doing anything since it was too high. After a couple of tries, I managed to bring it forward, but my stupid self flicked it too hard and it came tumbling off the shelf and towards the counter.

I braced myself for the sound of glass smashing, but instead, a wondrous red energy wrapped itself around the glass and kept it suspended mid-fall.

"Very clever," Wanda said sarcastically, appearing directly beside me. Her accent was daringly teasing.

I looked up and saw her smirking at me with amusement, right hand raised and aimed at the glass. Red tendrils of energy glowed around her hand and the glass; I widened my eyes a little, amazed at how easy she made it look. Though I knew she had powers, I'd never actually seen her use them up close and personal. It was stunning.

"I totally knew you were going to do that," I played it cool, cheeks flushing as she set the glass on the counter.

"Mhm, sure you did," she played along with a melodious laugh, before pressing her front to my back without warning and reaching to grab two more glasses. "Here, I got it."

My body tensed at the feeling of her unexpectedly so close to me. My mouth went dry, her warmth emanating from her and washing over me with the scent of her perfume. Did she always smell so good?

When she grabbed all three glasses, she didn't seem to notice the effect she had on me (unless she did and kept quiet for her own amusement).

"Think you can grab the food without dropping it?" she asked, quirking an entertained brow.

Still distracted by her perfume, I nodded and cleared my throat. "Food. Right. Yeah."

As I stirred the stew to mix everything thoroughly, I felt my heart rate return to its normal pace and told myself to chill out. Wanda just happened to be an extremely pretty individual who was kind and thoughtful and funny. It wasn't a big deal.

When I was sure I wouldn't make a fool of myself, I returned to the dining table with a pot of stew and set it down on the placemat.

"Priyatnogo appetita (enjoy your meal)," I said, trying not to stumble over my pronunciation.

Both Anna and Wanda raised their brows with matching surprised smiles on their faces.

"You said that perfectly, Y/N!" Wanda said encouragingly, as I took a seat to the right of Anna at the head of the table.

"I see you've been practicing," Anna added, looking to me with an endearing gaze. "A present in itself. Thank you, milaya (sweetie)."

I smiled bashfully. "I have to keep up with you both somehow, right?"

Anna chuckled as Wanda gave me a brilliant smile. Something in my chest stirred as she did, and I was forced to look away, though my own smile didn't fade.

"So, Y/N and I put this together for you and I'm sure you'll know what it is," Wanda said, before serving up a bowl for Anna.

"Solyanka," Anna exclaimed with delight. "Devushki (girls), this looks and smells amazing." She paused, glancing between us both with a grateful smile. "Since you've both been here, this place... it's beginning to feel alive again."

To my surprise, she teared up and began to laugh, using her napkin to pat the corner of her eyes. I rested my hand on hers, squeezing it gently and giving her a small smile.

"I appreciate this very much," she continued, before squeezing my hand and letting go to grab her spoon. "I can't wait to try it."

The three of us dug into our stew and Anna loved it, talking about the first time she ever had it as a kid and how it was one of her favourite dishes. The rest of the meal went by wonderfully, with Anna looking as happy as ever and Wanda listening to her intently. I was listening, too, but my gaze did end up wandering to Wanda as she sat there animatedly, nodding along and smiling to Anna.

For some reason, she was ethereal tonight, though she looked like she always did. Her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail and she wore a loose tee shirt over some jeans. Nothing fancy, but she pulled it off so well. Rings adorned her fingers as she played with them thoughtlessly, and it caught my eye before I got distracted by her cast on her left wrist.

She'd said she was okay, but it still worried me. It wasn't my right to worry, but she was my friend. I was concerned. She could take care of herself, but that wouldn't put the ache in my heart at ease.

As if she could hear my concerns, her eyes flickered to mine, a kaleidoscope of blue, green and gold. She sent me a reassuring glance before looking back to Anna with focus. I chewed on my lower lip, trying not to let my worry get the best of me, before looking back to Anna.

Towards the end of the meal, after we'd eaten and were merely conversing, Anna's landline rang in the apartment.

"I'll get it," Wanda said, already standing up to grab the phone from its cradle.

Anna and I watched as she answered the phone with a friendly 'hello', before a surprised expression appeared on her face.

"Sure, I'll pass it on now," Wanda was saying before approaching the table and stopping by Anna. Her expression softened as she said to Anna, "It's Sasha."

Anna's expression fell at the mention of her granddaughter. She nodded slightly, before standing up and grabbing her cane to balance. Accepting the phone, she began to walk away into her bedroom. Wanda and I heard her say a faint 'hello' before she closed the door behind her.

"Her granddaughter rang?" I asked with mild disbelief.

"It is her birthday," Wanda pointed out, returning to her seat.

"Bit late into the day though, isn't it?" I retorted, pulling a face. "Almost like the day is over, in fact."

"Sounding a little judgemental there, Y/N," Wanda teased, leaning forward into the palm of her hands and watching me.

"I'm not," I said with an eye roll. "I just think she should show her grandmother some respect. Who does she think she is?"

I paused as Wanda gave me a knowing look, then winced.

"Okay, I heard it that time," I admitted, making her laugh.

"I get it," she said, nodding slightly. "Maybe she's finally starting to realise though."

I sighed, leaning back in my seat. "I guess... For Anna's sake, I hope so."

Wanda and I talked amongst ourselves until Anna returned silently, hushing our conversation. She returned the phone to its cradle before taking a seat at the head of the table. Wanda and I exchanged looks before I decided to speak, noticing Anna wouldn't.

"Is Sasha doing okay?" I asked gently.

Anna was staring ahead, barely listening, before she glanced at me then looked down to her empty bowl. Sentences left her lips in Russian, mumbled and incoherent, at least to me. Wanda leaned forward, holding her hand and frowning with sympathy as she listened to her words. I felt horrible, sensing something was wrong, but unable to do anything to help.

"I'm sorry, Anna, I didn't mean to upset you," I said, shaking my head.

Wanda met my gaze. "It's not your fault... Anna just misses Sasha."

I frowned. "Oh."

"But I'm glad I have you both," Anna finally spoke, accent thick with emotion, as she looked between us before settling her eyes to me. "Even if you're paid to be here."

She cracked a smile, making my shoulders relax. I returned her expression, glad she still had a sense of humour.

Anna didn't mention Sasha's name for the rest of the evening. We cleaned up, had some tea, played a quick board game before I made sure she was okay for the night.

"She alright?" Wanda asked when I closed Anna's bedroom door and stepped into the hall.

"Yeah, she's tired from all of today's excitement," I said with a smile.

"So are you by the sounds of it," she joked, but stepped forward to rest a hand on my arm. "I think we should call it a night."

"I think we should," I said in agreement.

After grabbing my stuff, Wanda and I left the flat before walking to her apartment and stopping outside.

"Thanks for helping me out today," I told her with a tired smile. "I really appreciated it."

"Well, you asked so nicely... how could I resist?" she said, staring up at me through her eyelashes. I rolled my eyes playfully, making her smile. "I had fun. Thanks for inviting me."

I was going to respond, but a yawn escaped my lips, prompting me to cover my mouth as I did.

"Sorry," I said, trying to blink the fatigue away momentarily.

She chuckled, tilting her head and watching me carefully. "You're cute."

I breathed out through my nose, unsure what to say to her words, but I definitely felt my heart rate speed up a little.

"I'll let you go," she said, clearly entertained by my silence. "Get home safe, yeah?"

"And you look after yourself when saving the world, yeah?" I replied with a quirked brow, eyes glancing at her wrist.

"I promise." She grinned before moving forward to hug me.

I returned the hug, the smell of her perfume permanent in my nose by now, before pulling away with a final smile. Of course, I probably shouldn't have stared at her lips so intensely, wanting nothing more than to kiss them.

"See you tomorrow," I said, snapping back into reality and taking a step back. "Goodnight, Wanda."

"Goodnight," she said sweetly.

I turned to leave and was suddenly wide awake. Did I just think about kissing Wanda?

—

It was a few visits later when I was caring for Anna and she decided to have a dance around the living room. One minute we were flicking through different radio stations, and the next she was putting on some old records on her record player. She settled on an upbeat, 50s dance song, the music filling the apartment with joy.

"Egor and I danced to this very song when we first met," she told me, talking about her late husband with a twinkling passion in her eyes. "It was a party and he had been staring at me all night, and I him. Then finally, when this song came on, he approached me and said, 'dorogaya, okazyvayesh' mne chest' tantsevat' so mnoy?'"

I suppressed a smile as I watched her reminisce. "And that means...?"

"'Darling, would you do me the honour of dancing with me'?" she repeated in English for my benefit.

My heart melted. "Anna, that's adorable. He sounds like such a gentlemen."

"He was," she said with a sigh of agreement, smiling to herself.

Whenever she talked about her husband, I'd never seen her look more content. The mere mention of his name was enough to put a smile on her face. I could only hope to have a love like theirs some day.

I stepped forward, putting out my hand. "I'm no Egor, but I'd love to dance with you if you'd let me."

"Oh, I can't do that," she said, waving my hand away. "I can barely walk, milaya (sweetie)."

"Hey, as your carer, I am insisting that you dance with me," I said, feigning sternness.

She hesitated, before resting her hand in mine and smiling with gratitude. The two of us danced together, myself being careful to keep her upright and make sure she didn't overexert herself. She was smiling and laughing as I spun her around, dancing her all around the living room, and it warmed my heart to see her so cheery.

A knock on the door caused me to excuse myself from Anna, only to find Wanda on the other end.

"Someone's in a good mood," she said instantly, taking note of my smile.

I stepped to the side to let her in. "Yeah, well, Anna is doing good today. It's contagious, what can I say?"

Before Wanda could respond, Anna called from the living-area with excitement.

"Wanda, idi syuda i potantsuy so mnoy!" she exclaimed, already grabbing Wanda's hand and pulling her in.

It didn't take a genius to know that Anna had basically asked Wanda to dance with her. I chuckled as I followed after them, enjoying the sight of Anna and Wanda dancing together.

"What's the occasion?" Wanda asked, glancing over the short woman and to me with a helpless smile.

"No occasion," I quipped, crossing my arms and trying to hold in my laughter at Anna's speed and perseverance with a reluctant Wanda. "Just having a good time."

Wanda looked like she wanted to retort with a comment, but Anna spun her around before she could, making me laugh aloud.

"Prikhodi odin, milaya (come on, sweetie)!" Anna said, holding out a hand. "Dance!"

Unable to resist, I joined in with the two Sokovian women, appreciating how happy Anna looked and how awkward Wanda felt in the situation. She wasn't much of a dancer, but she was trying and God was that adorable.

We danced for a little while longer until Anna's back began to hurt and she took a seat. Though, she insisted that Wanda and I resume with our dancing.

Just on time, like a sign from the universe or a higher being or whatever you wanted to believe in, a slow song came on next, filling the apartment soothingly.

To my surprise, the awkward dancer that was Wanda was oddly confident as she held out her hand to me.

"Would you do me the honour of dancing with me?" she asked softly, a small smile playing on her lips.

At the familiarity of her words, I glanced to Anna, who seemed to pick up on it, too. She said nothing as she watched us with a smile of her own.

"I'd love to," I said, looking back to Wanda's eyes.

They looked blue in the light, a beautiful sky blue that put me at ease as soon as I stared into them. I slipped my hand into hers, letting her pull us closer together as she rested her other hand on my waist, the touch sending shivers up my spine. I put mine on her shoulder, allowing her to take the lead.

It was the most intimate we'd been, and as she maintained eye contact, I wondered if she could feel my hands trembling slightly, or my heart hammering loudly, or my palms turning a little sweaty. She made me nervous in the best way possible, her smile dazzling without realising and her eyes piercing without meaning to be.

She must have felt it, too, that tug in the pit of her stomach that I was feeling now. Otherwise there was something seriously wrong and I was already too deep into a crush on my patient's neighbour.

When the song ended, it feeling like mere seconds in total, she let go of me and I missed the contact and the smell of her perfume and the way she was looking at me.

"Couldn't have done it better myself," Anna spoke, forcing me to tear my gaze from Wanda's lips. She smiled at me knowingly. "You ladies definitely know how to dance."

I felt a heat creeping up my neck as I smiled to myself, distracting myself with the laces on my shoes. When I finally brought myself to look up, I saw Wanda already looking my way, a calm expression on her face.

As she did most times she visited, Wanda stayed with me and Anna until I tucked Anna into bed and bid her a goodnight. We left the apartment and Wanda decided to walk me to the lift that evening, a distracted look on her face.

It was silent between us, a comfortable one, until the doors slid open and I looked to her with kind eyes.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," I told her, making her look to me. "Have a nice evening, Wanda."

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. I watched with amusement, wondering what was going on in that pretty head of hers. The lift doors began to shut, so I put my foot between them to keep them open.

"I should go," I said with an awkward laugh, before grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently since she wouldn't speak. "Goodnight."

When I turned to leave, I got, maybe, a step into the lift before I felt her fingers wrap around my wrist and tug me backwards, spinning me around. I didn't get chance to ask what was up as she stepped forward, pressing her lips to mine in an instant.

Startled, I froze at the contact, but then her hand rested on the back of my neck as her thumb caressed my jaw, and I found myself melting into her, closing my eyes at the blissful feeling.

Her other hand fell to my waist as she deepened the kiss, sending me into the lift and the wall hitting my back. I moved my lips in time with hers, revelling at how soft and delicate and gentle she was being. Kissing Wanda Maximoff wasn't something I had realised would be this good, but now that I was, I never wanted to stop.

Unfortunately, the sound of the lift doors shutting pulled us apart. I was breathless, my heart racing and my lips swollen from her spectacular kiss.

"I've wanted to do that for such a long time," she revealed, stepping back a little. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed as she watched me with mild concern. "I completely should have asked though. I'm sorry that I overstepped."

She pursed her lips, forefinger and thumb pinching her bottom lip regretfully and gaze falling to the floor.

"You didn't overstep," I said, already missing the sensation of her lips against mine. "You stepped just the right amount."

She looked back up, eyes softening as her lips curved into a radiant smile.

"You wanna, maybe, do that again?" I asked without thinking, my mind a haze as Wanda still remained so close to me.

She laughed melodiously before raising her hand and cupping my cheek. Her eyes looked between mine before falling to my lips affectionately.

"I'd love to, dorogoy (darling)."

I smiled toothlessly before closing the gap between us, secretly wishing this lift ride would go on forever if it meant I could kiss Wanda like this.

—

After making out with Wanda in the lift, she asked me out on a date and it was the best date I'd ever been on. Nothing over the top but very thoughtful as she took me for a picnic in the park before getting ice cream for dessert.

We went on a few more dates after that, taking turns to take the lead with them, and she ended up asking me to be her girlfriend which of course I said yes to.

All whilst this was going on, I still cared for Anna and Wanda paid her visits when she could, though we tried to remain as normal as possible. We didn't think it was best to tell Anna that we were together since we didn't want to startle her or make her feel uncomfortable in our presence. Of course, keeping a secret from Anna is as good as nothing when she had eyes like a hawk.

Wanda and I were putting a plate of tea and biscuits together for Anna one day, myself lining up the biscuits neatly as Wanda lingered beside me. She was about to grab a biscuit from the plate when I smacked her hand away.

"Just one," she pleaded, but I shook my head before nodding to the packet on the side.

"Help yourself to those," I told her condescendingly. "These are for Anna."

"Just get her another," she said simply, before reaching over again.

I smacked her hand away again, giving her a knowing look.

"Y/N!"

"Wanda!" I mirrored her childish smile.

She narrowed her eyes petulantly. "Are you seriously doing this right now?"

"Are you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

She pouted and I so badly wanted to lean forward and kiss it away, but Anna was sat on her recliner behind us. Wanda seemed to know this as a mischievous smile fell on her lips, eyes watching me carefully.

"You're not cute," I mumbled, before grabbing the tray and turning to leave. As I was walking to Anna, a biscuit began to float off the plate, red wisps of energy wrapped around it and bringing it to– "Wanda!"

She laughed, eyes glowing red with magic, before grabbing the biscuit from mid-air and taking a bite.

"Such a child," I said under my breath before setting the tray on the coffee table before Anna. Smiling at her, I said, "Here you go, Anna. Do you want anything else?"

As I straightened up, flipping Wanda off behind my back and encouraging her laughter further, I noticed the way Anna looked between us both curiously.

"Everything okay?" I asked, eyebrows knitting together as she continued to study us both.

"Something happened," she decided. "Between you both."

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking a seat on the couch. "Nothing happened."

"Something definitely did," she said knowingly. "I may be old, milaya (sweetie), but I have very good eyes."

"Anna, what are you talking about?" Wanda played dumb, taking a seat beside me, biscuit in hand.

"Don't think I haven't seen the way you two steal glances when you think I'm not looking," she said, pointing between us. "Or the way you," her finger settled on Wanda, "have been helping Y/N out more often than usual."

Wanda and I flushed, embarrassed that we'd been caught out. I was so certain that we'd successfully hid it from her, but clearly we were mistaken.

"We wanted to tell you," Wanda began, cheeks still pink as she leaned forward.

Anna silenced her with a wave of her hand. "Save it. I knew I was right. You two are together."

Pursing my lips, I waited for her to say something because I wasn't really sure what to say myself. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her lips.

"I'm very happy for you both," she said to us. "Wanda here always needed somebody in her life who wasn't me. And you, Y/N, are the perfect match for her."

I chuckled, looking to the girl in question, whose face was as red as her powers that she used to torment me with. I grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently, and nudged her in the shoulder.

"You hear that? Perfect match," I teased, making her roll her eyes to distract from her flustered self.

Anna said something to her in Russian, way too fast and incomprehensible for me to understand, even with the extra effort I was making to learn it. Whatever it was, it made Wanda get even more embarrassed, her green eyes darting around the room in an effort to overcome it.

"What did you say?" I asked Anna with amusement.

"Oh, nothing Wanda hasn't heard before," she said dismissively. "It's all okay. Isn't it, Wanda?"

"Yeah," Wanda mumbled.

"I don't know what's happening here, but I'm all for someone putting Wanda in her place," I said, looking between them both with an entertained smile.

Anna chuckled as Wanda shoved me in the arm gently before pulling me close again. I smiled at how cute she looked, pink blush creeping up her neck and teeth chewing on her lower lip to contain her smile.

I'd never get sick of the sight.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen imagine #wanda maximoff #marvel imagine #marvel #mcu imagine

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yoonpobs · 3 years

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bad boy good thing xi.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 2, 396

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

a/n:

hi everyone !!! here we are with the weekly update hehe, and it's a brief chapter but it does direct it up to the next one, and that'll be far more ... happening ... if you catch my drift 🤣

anyways, apologies for the silence again - uni has been absolutely kicking my butt and I'm lowkey on the verge of burnout but we'll pull through !!!

hope you enjoy the chapter 🥺❤️

Jungkook sits across from Jennie when it happens.

“What the—?”

“We need to talk.” Jimin glares, hand already grabbing him by the collar when he tugs Jungkook out of his seat. He doesn’t bother to send Jennie a look of acknowledgment, though he doubts she’s at any fault. He was only there for one thing and the subject of his disdain only looks perplexed and confused.

“Can we do this later?” Jungkook huffs, gesturing between his body and Jennie’s. She’s blinking at the interaction, then picks up her purse to shoot the two boys a half-hearted smile.

“I think I know what you needed to say,” She smiles. Then she looks over to Jimin who’s still glaring down at the younger boy, “Good luck.”

Her wish only makes Jungkook gulp, but he can more or less guess what Jimin is dragging him by collar about.

When he manages to ruffle his clothes back into position and sees the angry slope of Jimin’s back, he takes a deep breath. Jimin was by no means a terrifying person on average, in fact, he was quite debatably one of the most pleasant people anyone could know.

But Jimin was loyal and he stuck by the people he cared about with all his heart. He’d fight and he’d defend them till the end of time, and you were no different. Especially since the two of you grew up with each other, Jimin seeing you grow from an inquisitive toddler to the intelligent woman you were today—Jimin would die to protect you.

So when Jimin shuffles through his backpack to hand Jungkook a pack of ice, he can only stare at the cold object in the palm of his hands.

“What is this—?”

“You’ll need it.” Jimin deadpans, then he’s rolling up his sleeves.

“I thought we were talking?” Jungkook asks with a raised brow.

“We are,” Jimin retorts, eyes unblinking when he stares the younger boy down with a heavy-lidded gaze, “After I beat your ass for fucking _____ over.”

Jungkook opens his mouth, ready to defend but Jimin’s resolute glare only makes him cower in submission. He knew he fucked up, and he knew that there was no way he could get a word in even to meekly apologise because when Jimin had his mind set on something, he wouldn’t stop until that goal was achieved.

And it seems that Jimin’s goal was to give Jungkook a physical reminder on why he shouldn’t fuck with the things or people he loved.

“Let me take off my jacket,” Jungkook mutters, defeated.

After multiple shoves against the wall and a generous swing to his cheek, Jungkook is begrudgingly holding the ice-pack against his bruising face.

Jimin doesn’t look apologetic when the two of them sit side-by-side on the sidewalk, or even when Jungkook’s lip busted open. He knew Jungkook could take it, he was twice his size. Even more so, Jungkook knew Jimin had every reason to act the way he did.

“Thanks for the ice pack, by the way,” Jungkook says sarcastically, wincing when he moves his mouth a little too much.

Jimin doesn’t gratify him with a response, instead levels a stare so menacing that it could send anyone running. But Jungkook’s done a bit too much of that recently; so he stays, braces himself for the words that were to leave Jimin’s lips.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Jungkook sighs, scrunching his face before tossing the ice pack aside. He supposed that it was nearly useless, nearly melting into a puddle that drips down his arm uncomfortably.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook confesses softly.

“You’ve got a set of nerves on you if you thought it was ever okay to say the shit you did to her, let alone a human being.” Jimin frowns, pulling Jungkook but his collar so that he’d look at him.

Jimin’s face is permanently etched into a scowl, but Jungkook already knows he’s fucked up. The constant reminder of you turning to different directions whenever you’d spot him was enough to hurt more than a punch to the face.

“I know.” Jungkook whispers, fiddling with his thumbs.

“Do you, Jungkook?” Jimin spits, glaring down at the boy who remains helpless under his grasp, “I told you to not fuck with her and you deliberately went against what I said.” His reminder is vicious and quiet, a hiss in the wind that blows.

Jungkook hears it loud and clear, “I know,” He exasperates, still as frustrated with himself as he was with the entire situation, “I know.” He repeats, more defeatedly.

Jimin shoves Jungkook back by releasing his grip around the collar that he nearly stumbles. But Jungkook catches himself just barely when Jimin rises to his feet, looking down at his younger friend like he was a piece of gum stuck on the sole of his shoes.

“Why?” Jimin asks after a beat of silence.

Jungkook purses his lips. He knows why, but he still can’t bring himself to say it. Not when he knows he’s fucked up and Jimin is rightfully furious. He knows Taehyung knows at this point too, there was nothing that Jimin knew that Taehyung didn’t. It was just that Jimin was the more confrontational one where Taehyung was passively aggressive with his anger.

“I …” Jungkook trails off weakly, standing up to reach Jimin’s height but despite his friend being taller, his presence was already intimidating enough.

“You doing that shit with her was one thing, because if it was consensual I’d go on my merry way,” Jimin sneers, poking a firm finger into Jungkook’s chest, “But you had to go and poke at her insecurities to hurt her. On purpose. That’s where you fucked up. Royally.”

Jungkook blinks, intently listening and observing the way Jimin’s chest rises and falls with every breath he heaves.

“It’s taking everything in me not to smear your reputation on campus for the shit you did,” Jimin’s eyes flutters shut and his voice is threatening. Jungkook’s eyes widen, but he still remains quiet, “But against my better conscience, you’re my friend. And I’m so fucking disappointed in you.” Jimin croaks like he’s conflicted.

And for the first time ever since the conversation started, Jungkook feels bad for Jimin; specifically. He knew that it was difficult to defend your friend while berating another, and he hated himself for putting him into a difficult position. It was an internal dispute that Jimin and Taehyung would have to face between holding Jungkook accountable and leaving him to dust.

There was history, between the four of you. But there was unseen history between Jimin and Jungkook that you and Taehyung hadn’t seen, and Jungkook’s always regarded Jimin as an older brother, honorific aside.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook whispers.

Jimin looks up, glaring at the apology like he’s sworn at him.

“I can’t believe you.” He sneers, barring his teeth intimidatingly while Jungkook swallows.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook looks down at his feet, and for a moment he feels like a child being scolded but he knew that children would never say anything as vicious as he did, unless they were a product of their environments.

Jungkook still can’t justify his words, or why he said them. But a deep part of his recognises that it was his insecurities peeking through and him weaponising a weapon powerful enough to shoot himself dead.

“This isn't my apology to accept,” Jimin says sternly, “But even if it was—I could never forget what you said to her, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods, eyes still cast downwards.

“What does this …” he trails off, finally looking up to see Jimin carding a hand through his hair in exasperation and a pinched expression marring his face, “Where does this leave us?’

Jimin knows Jungkook’s asking about the state of their friendship together.

But the anger is blinding and overwhelming, so instead; he tosses his backpack over his shoulder before turning on his heel, head looking back ever so slightly to level Jungkook with a final gaze intense enough to speak for itself.

“Here,” Jimin declares, gesturing to the abandoned ice pack, the bruised cheek and knuckles, “Until you decide to get your shit together, I need time away from you. If not, I’m going to do something that ____ would hate and I don’t want to hurt her any more than you already have.”

The words are sharp, targeted and venomous. But Jungkook recognises he deserves it. He also doesn’t bother fighting back when Jimin finally leaves, leaving Jungkook to bask in his own, clouded thoughts.

“Why are your knuckles bruised?” Is the first thing you ask Jimin when you see him storming towards you and Taehyung in the library.

Taehyung is aware while you blissfully aren’t.

“None of your business,” Jimin shoots back, but then he’s tugging you out of your seat to hug you.

Your eyes widen, “Jimin?”

When he pulls away, his eyes soften.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

Taehyung nods and your head is spinning in confusion when you stare between the two boys with furrowed brows.

“Tell you what?”

“Jungkook.” Taehyung answers, eyes boring a hole into your skull.

At the mention of his name, you freeze in Jimin’s grasp as you stare at the both of them with wide eyes.

“How did you know—?”

Jimin frowns, releasing you so that you’re all able to take a seat in a specific corner of the library. You dryly note to yourself that you realise that every one of your conflicting moments of confrontation occurred in this place. Maybe it was about time for a change of scenery.

“Yena,” Taehyung tells you, and you scowl—nearly cussing her out in your mind but you know that your anger wasn’t warranted.

Especially when Jimin reaches out to grab your hand when he notices you looking down at your lap.

“How do you think it felt for us when we had to find out from someone else that you’ve been going through a hard time?” He asks softly, looking at you so gently that your lip nearly trembles.

For the longest time, Jimin and Taehyung were like older brothers that doted on you as much as they could. They took care of you and made sure that you knew your worth ever since the three of you were children. And for that, you could never be more thankful for their presence.

So you understand their hurt, and it makes you feel guiltier when you see Taehyung quietly patting your head although his eyes carry a sadness that only came from a friend withholding information from you.

“I …” You croak.

“You didn’t need to tell us why,” Taehyung reassures gently, “Just wanted to be here for you. For whatever reason, it may be.”

You stare down at your lap even harder and blink away the tears that only came with guilt.

“I’m sorry.” You say so meekly that it comes out as a squeak.

“Please don’t apologise. We just want to be here for you,” Jimin says sadly, squeezing your hand tighter even if you weren’t going to look at him. He doesn’t push you to do so.

“I didn’t want to make things complicated.” You confess softly, fiddling with the thumb on your free hand.

Taehyung scowls, “_____, you know that whatever it is, Jimin and I will try our best to remain as objective as possible but Jungkook said things to you that we're absolutely not okay and as both of your friends, we have a responsibility to hold him accountable.”

You purse your lips, nearly pouting. It’s as if Jimin reads your mind, where a million thoughts run through it, he pulls you closer so that he can properly hug you. Even if the position is a little weird and Taehyung has to bend his arm at a weird angle to be able to hug you too, you feel comforted.

“Don’t be mad at him.” You whisper softly into the material of Taehyung’s shirt.

Jimin snorts, “I release my anger in a healthy manner.”

Your eyes glance down at his knuckle suspiciously but he tugs it away when he notices your wandering eyes.

Taehyung sighs, caressing your hair softly. “We have every right to be angry with him, _____. What he did and said was unacceptable.” He informs you firmly.

You pull away slightly from their hold to furrow your eyebrows, “I know but—”

“You do know,” Jimin says softly, “And we know that you don’t like other people fighting your battles for you so we’ll step out of it. But that doesn’t mean we can’t personally be disappointed in what Jungkook did. He’s our friend too and if he did that to anyone else, we’d still be mad. We’re just extra mad because it’s you and we’re your best friends.”

You dip your head, letting out a sigh of acknowledgement.

“Just … let me talk to him.” You say, and Taehyung raises a brow at the shift in your tone, “This is something I need to do for myself. I appreciate you guys, I really do. But I don’t want things to be weird because of what we did.”

You can tell Jimin is about to argue with you, but Taehyung shoots him a look that shuts him up immediately.

“If that’s what you want.” Taehyung smiles gently at you.

Jimin clenches his jaw, clearly the more displeased one between the two. But he swallows it by clenching his fist and patting your head, shooting you a concerned stare mask in a slight glare.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

You nod, “Very.”

Jimin nibbles on his lips as if deep in thought before pulling away completely, leaning into his chair.

“If you insist,” He sighs, “But Jungkook did get what he deserved.”

You shrug, “I mean I don’t think avoiding him was the worst thing to do, but I guess you’re right.”

Jimin blinks.

Then Taehyung and he are sharing a look familiar enough for you to know only comes out when they did something wrong or were caught causing trouble.

You raise a brow, “Am I missing something?”

Jimin shoots you a reassuring smile and you miss the shift of Taehyung’s eyes to the fist that wraps around your shoulder.

“Nothing at all.”

You [21:09]: hi jungkook

You [21:24]: can we talk? my door's open if you're free.

#bts fic #bts imagine #bts fics #bts imagines #bts smut #bts x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook angst #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook #jungkook series

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Ok but playing multiplayer match on CS:GO or smth with Scout 😩✋ Scout and his S/O -> scenario when they are together in a team or against each other.

I've never played cs:go tbh but I'll do my best to give you what you want (:

Heading towards your favorite little sweetheart's room, you couldn't help but hear a frustrated shout, raising an eyebrow as you peek into his room, just about to ask what was going on just as you caught sight of what he was up to. Of course he was up to his favorite game, and from what you could pick up, it was apparent he wasn't doing the best at it.

"Heyyyy..you gonna be alright there Jer?" You ask worriedly, a concerned smile on your face as he turns to look at you with a sad puppy dog look. "They keep on targeting me because I'm better than them y/n! Can you join me and please help me? I'll give you lots and lots of kisses if you do!" He pleads with you, clasping his hands together in front of him as you sigh, rolling your eyes playfully as you come to sit next to him, opening up the laptop you had stashed away in his room for these specific purposes of helping him own some other players that were bothering too much.

You quickly signed in and joined his game, spotting the players bothering your poor boyfriend. Giving each other a nod, you already had a plan to help him out and distract the others to you instead, just enough to give him enough time to escape and do a plan of his own. Playing for a few hours now, you had both already beat the others more than you'd like to admit, both of you being an absolute dream team with how well you worked with each other. Laughter and shouts were heard from the room, yelling about any sneak attacks coming and any other players yelling back at you.

Finally though, after making all the other players angry enough to leave, a bright idea came to mind and an evil plan followed along with it. "Hey Jeremy, how about a little competition?" You say to him, wiggling your eyebrows temptingly as he took the bait. "Yea sure babe, what you got for me?"

You explain your plan, how you wanted to play on opposite teams and whoever beat the other first wins, a bright smile on your face as you let it sink in to his thoughts and let him formulate a plan. Finally a cocky smirk spreads on his face, eager to get the game started and won by him. "Ya sure you wanna try that game against me, doll? Gotta say, I'm pretty good at this game." He leans back in his chair, already choosing the opposite team as you nod, getting your loadout set for your little scheme.

You both had a few close calls with each other, just barely scraping by with a smidge of health left on you two. You were trying to run away before he could catch up with you and finish you off, you decided it was now to pull off your plan. "Jeremy wait!!" You shout, startling him to look over at you in shock. "Y-yea? What's wrong?" He says worriedly, reaching over to place his hand on your shoulder. You smile before leaning over to give him a lil kiss, confusing him as you whisper to him.

"Oh man seems like you lost.." He snaps his attention back to the screen, seeing his character dead on his screen. Looking back at you with a small glare he could see your cheeky smile as you shut your computer innocently. "Welp, seems like I'm the winner here, thanks for the practice." You giggle away, his pouty face making you laugh even more as you suddenly get picked up by the fussy man. "You totally cheated, and you're totally gonna pay for it babe." He says, poking at your sides to get you wiggling and laughing. You squirm in his arms, hanging onto him as he continued to poke at you.

"Seems like you've won yourself a busy day of tickles and kisses!" He wraps you up in his arms and busies away with tickling you.

#tf2 #tf2 imagines #tf2 headcannons #tf2 scout #tf2 x reader #reader x tf2

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danwhobrowses · 3 years

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One Piece Chapter 1023 - Initial Thoughts

15 Minutes is on the clock

Onigashima reaches the mainland and the fights continue on. Including the Wings of the King vs the Disasters of the Beast

Without further ado, let's get into it

Spoilers for Chapter 1023, Support the Official Release too

Vivi cover page is nice, proper Disney Princess action with Karoo being jealous birb again, but now I have worries because last we heard something went down with Alabasta...all those post-Reverie questions

Back to where we left off with the boys being back in town

Miyagi can you not ominously foreshadow Zoro's future pain please?

Kawamatsu's here to save Zoro from interference, and Hyou's telling the Yakuza not to get in the way of this fight

Marco though is a pensive Pineapple, taking a good long look at King as he recalls Whitebeard telling him about King's race living on the Red Line before the world nobles, Void Century and before stuff

Mention of Gods does fuel one of my old post fan theories, but also fuels that the WG kicked King's race out of the Red Line

Izo though out here saving Marco from being an easy target, tbh Marineford did show he was prone to a surprise attack

Asking Izo if they believe in God though in a raid that may lead to their deaths is kinda irreverent right now though huh?

Queen back to hyping themselves up though

Hm? Is there a limitation to Sanji's raid suit? Sanji's saying he feels weird

Zoro wasting no time to banter with it though, saving Sanji from King as Sanji returns the favour with Queen

Queen does make a valid point though, as much as Sanji expresses that he is unenhanced by Germa he can also set himself on fire, I do wonder if it is just part of that enhancement in there that he expresses as his 'fiery hot passion'

Lunarian though, that must be King's species' name: moon people again I bet which feeds my fan theories

Also since we mentioned Germa again what happened to them? Jimbei made it out after all and I wanna see me some alive and well Baeju

I would issue doubt on Queen's claim that their enhancements are beyond Vegapunk's, given how little we know of Vegapunk after all

King's got a special sword too, it can change its edge to be teethy which he used to ensnare Zoro's swords

Wado saves Zoro's face from eating King's spiked fist though

King does make a fair point though, traditional weapons are romanticized but a fight's about getting every advantage you can, Zoro at least respects that since King never claimed to be a Swordsman, while also reminding King that he could be a feral bastard too

Kinda gave me mini Mr. 1 fight vibes there

Oh here we go, potential Zoro lineage time

Kawamatsu and Hyou muse over how Zoro was like Ushimaru when he was young, even down to his style (though that could be more Shimotsuki Koushiro's doing since he's Zoro's master)

Also Ushimaru was Ryuma's direct descendant, which means that 1. Ryuma banged, 2. Swordsmanship runs in the blood and 3. Ryuma banged

Also Ryuma also had the one eye, and it does seem pretty mythical that a swordsman of similar skill and stature returns Shusui back to Wano (even though this should mean that Shusui would be Zoro's birthright and he was kinda forced into relinquishing it)

Also worth reminding that Kozaburo was Kuina's grandpa so there may only be loose relations if Zoro is a Shimotsuki too, we don't exactly know how Kozaburo and Ushimaru are related if it's by blood or clan, plus I still wonder about Tashigi

Over to Jack vs Inu though, and Jack's hybrid form is just...weird

I did not need to see an Elephant head with abs you know Oda!

Both are pretty tired, as Jack mocks Inu saying he has forgiven Zou for the Raizo stuff, since he already destroyed most of it

Inu though with the shoulder toss, reminding Jack that they had to make these sacrifices to get to here

But we're getting the epic speech, and the hole in the roof caused by Ashura's sacrifice is changing Inu back into Su Long

Same thing is happening with Neko, turning Su Long in front of Carrot and Wanda (who I guess are covering from the moon) as he stares down Perospero

And I'm glad Neko's pointing out that Pedro's sacrifice is valid. I truthfully always felt a bit iffy about people saying that Carrot's desire to avenge Pedro was ill-found because 'Pedro killed himself'. Had Pedro not sacrificed himself then Brook and Chopper would've been dead by candy and Big Mom would've obliterated the rest on the ship

Raizo and Megaforehead though prelude with the mention of maturity, that everyone - even the Akazaya - needed time to mature into who they wanted to be

Down to the surface though and the Heart Pirates are on high alert/panic, they think Kaido's here

But it's Momo, and he looks magnificent

Shinobu's aged him up to 28, the age he'd be had he not been leapt through time, but now she's upset he looks like Kaido

There's new fire in Momo's eyes though, the return ascent begins!

Can you feel that? It feels like the last stretch before the ultimate battle of Wano

Sanji and Zoro vs King and Queen hopefully will remain a tag bout, but I am curious as to King's abilities and what's affecting Sanji in terms of the raid suit. It's not bad to have a limitation but this is the first we've heard of it after seeing him use it 4 times. I don't hate Zoro being a Shimotsuki, though I do feel like we could've built to this, plus we're still lacking in the how.

One wonders what role Marco will now play, and whether Tiny Tiny Chopper is due to recover. We haven't heard from the others for a bit, nor CP0 nor Yamato. Our Pineapple does have unfinished business with Edward Weevil tbf so he could make it out, Izo may be a variable in that, they've yet to learn of Kiku's fate.

Also we never did see who that mystery person was did we? Still could be Hiyori

Marco's musing about gods does feel like we're gonna get more about King, and more lore of the world that Robin will love to soak up like a sponge, Oda have been leaving these seeds since Skypeia, and where there are Gods, there are Devils.

We are however getting major death flags from the minks, one last turn to Su Long to enable their efforts. I like how Ashura's sacrifice is not in vain because of this though, it makes me wonder if there's a slither of hope for Kin and Kiku. If anything though the minks will die from exhaustion rather than being defeated, Su Long eats away at you after all, it's probably gonna be traumatizing for Carrot a little but I hope we see some resolve out of her more like when she was in Zou and WCI, I still want her for Nakama.

And then the final coup de grace, giant dragon Momo, it's one hell of a panel and it means we're bringing Luffy back into the fight. But the extent of Momo's ripening is only in body remember, in mind he's still young. But now we have the setup for the final fight between Luffy and Kaido, I'll expect in that time we'll have to try and finish off everything else with the Akazaya, reconvening the Straw Hats, King, Queen, Big Mom, Kid, Law, Killer, Hawkins, Apoo and Drake.

Act's not over yet, less than 15 minutes until Onigashima Falls.

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book ask! 4, 27, 32, 48, 61 :+)

omg first of all LOVE ur icon !!!

4: vanilla clouds, roe horvat

read this for... research, i guess ? i wanted to see how people write erotic romances without them becoming anticlimactic as soon as the, uh, climax was reached & they fucked. tbh dont think this one really suited for that research bc i did think it a bit anticlimactic, but i'll admit i'm def not the target audience for this. at least it was abt baking/chocolate/that sorta thing which was nice

27: rivers of london, ben aaronovitch

omg. fucking. book of all time. book series of all time. read the first 2 in quick succession & have been portioning the rest out to myself in little doses bc theres only 8 and the 9th is still a ways away, but fuck yes i would rec these books. the second one sucks shit but peter is such a CHARACTER that i didnt mind pushing thru and since then all the others are great actually !! this is an urban fantasy set in london and ugh. LOVE her. highlighted this one as one of my faves of the year, but mainly as a catch all for all the ones in this series

32: whispers underground, ben aaronovitch

same series as nr 27, book 3 which very much immediately cleared up any uncertainty i may have had from reading book 2. also, bc this IS relevant to how i enjoy these books: if ur at all interested in audiobooks this one is a MUST listen instead of a must read, the narrator is a king of all time and does so many accents and all of them, except the american ones, so well

48: king rat, china miéville

China miéville is my fave author so its a highly recommended book either way, but king rat esp made me feel very very tender hearted... it's his first novel & a good intro to his writing bc while he has a lot of china-isms in there, it still follows a very traditional plot structure. ive read 3 by him this yr and this one's my fave of the bunch for sure

61: the history of titus groan, mervyn peake

read this as a radio play which is my least favourite of all the ways to consume media but my fave narrator of all time plays a role in the radio play and i take what i can get. would i rec? i mean, it wasn't a bad story, but it also absolutely wasn't what i read it for

send me a nr 1-65 & i'll tell u what book i read corresponding to it !!

#thank u !!!!! thank u for asking so many omg <333 & happy new yr !!!!

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I'm struggling with my career. I was stressed about deciding so I ended up majoring in something easy & unemployable lol. I just want to chill with my boyfriend & cats. I've been job hopping for a while, but I'm thinking of keeping my data entry job until I can improve my language skills and become a bilingual secretary. It will have better pay & hopefully not be too stressful. I get easily stressed and depressed. But tbh I'm still not confident if this is the right way to go.

Hello, Querent! It’s been a while since anyone has made use of my inbox to ask a question (anonymously or otherwise) so I wanted to make sure to rise to this occasion.

This was a satisfying series of cards to pull, because I feel pretty much anyone could look at the illustrations and see elements of the exact feelings and situations you’ve presented.

At the center is the Nine of Swords, which really speaks to me about the degree to which stress and depression have interfered with your ability to calculate risk and make confident decisions. And this particular version of the card (from the new edition of the Fantastic Menagerie deck) is one that I often hesitate to send out, because the scene it depicts — the baby birdling fallen from the nest, with parents looking on in horror as a predator approaches — might be too intense for some to sit with.

Truly though, as the central card in this spread it really shows where the most work is needed in order to untangle all of this. Accepting depression and anxiety as potentially lifelong hazards doesn’t mean we shouldn’t reach beyond those limitations, and create the conditions that starve them of influence. That is the greatest kindness you can do to yourself, as well as those who depend on you. And while there may be no such thing as a truly “good” decision (for life’s unforeseeable vagaries can sour pretty much anything) you should at least be able to rest each day knowing you’ve met your challenges as best you could, and trust yourself to do it again tomorrow.

That’s rather where the Fortune card and the Two of Coins come in, presenting not just promises of lucky outcomes, but strategies that will help keep you on your feet as everything swirls around you.

The Fortune card does predict bountiful, lucky results ahead, but these are issued with reminders that you simply can’t always count on things to turn out so well. Anyone who rides the Wheel must know that at some point dragged beneath it. And when this happens, you have to accept Fortuna’s impassive excuse: “It’s not personal.” You’re not being singled out for hardship, or punished for things you’ve done.

This is easier to accept if you know you’ve already done everything you possibly can to give yourself a fair shot (which is why your work on that Nine of Swords stuff will be so important). Otherwise the temptation is to personalize every perceived injustice, and gradually you will accept that good things are ONLY possible for you as a fluke. When really, you have the same chance as anyone else!

This is emphasized by the card on the other side, the Two of Coins, which reminds us that everything is in a state of perpetual motion. Steeling ourselves up to take steps out into the world, there is an unconscious expectation that things will pause long enough for us to get our footing, and feel that early sense of accomplishment that can be so vital to having the courage to take more steps, and more, and more.

But actually, the platform you’re stepping from never stops moving. And the platform you’re stepping over to never stops moving. And the world beneath is rotating, and this whole ball of junk is spiraling through the cosmos. Again, none of that is personal. And you can’t overcome it, you can only compensate for it, and shoot your shot. There’s nothing here that says you can’t hit the target. In fact, you may win bigger than you even intended to: both Fortune and the Two of Coins suggest the possibility of a terrific outcome, as long as you stay loose and remember what game you’re playing.

So the overall thrust of this reading is to point out that if you’re able to feel confident in your choice, you will take the steps of one who believes they can succeed. And while some of those steps will pay off, and others won’t, at no time will you be the recipient of cosmic judgment for choosing poorly at the outset. And truly, other choices later on may turn things around entirely and set you off in a different direction altogether... but you can’t let that trouble you now. The only way to get there and find out is to keep taking these steps!

So where to start? Remove footholds that allow those Nine of Swords concerns to freeze you in place, day by day. You need to feel the motion of the world you’re attempting to maneuver through, experience some of the ups and downs. Begin to count on yourself for resilience and flexibility, and trust that you will always keep trying to set yourself up for better and better things to happen.

At some point, this becomes habitual, and even in the worst disasters you will still unconsciously begin to drift toward putting things back together, getting things moving again.

I hope this was useful to you, Querent! Thanks so much for stopping by.

#tarot #the wheel of fortune #fortuna #two of coins #Nine of Swords

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Hey its the Target/Pet Store guy again. I just needed to tell you on here how much I love your fic too because really it was one of the first marvel fics i found and like it set my standards incredibly high because Wow Good Characterization with Good Story and my good good boys. I'm highkey reccing it to all my friends so...

OMGGGG, haha I love you, Target/Pet Store guy. Thank you so much for reaching out to me on Tumblr! You are the best!

Thank you so much for liking my fic! My standards on myself are really high and tbh, I never imagined it growing into what it did. It’s amazing people like you that helped me!

Keep smiling in pet stores!

#ask #thank you #bee-boy-apollo

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1,2,4,5,6,7,10,11,12,14,15,17,20,21,23,24,25,30,31,32,33,34,36,37,41,43,45,46,48,49,51,52,54,55,56,57,58,60,61. I literally just realized what the bottom text said just now. I'm too lazy to pick two plus it's super late and i want sleep right about now so either you pick two, or answer this ridiculous amount of questions (why so manyyy) and in return I'll do the same. lol good luck

oh mah GAW, dude xD Ok, here we GO

1. Are you good at apologizing? Depends. If I know I was the one who was wrong, yeah, I can apologize pretty easily, but if I really think I’m right or am just feeling really prideful, I’m horrible at apologizing. It’s never just “I’m sorry, I was wrong.” I always have to remind them of my good points lol 2. Do you prefer your looks or personality? Neither? Personality, if I have to pick. I like to think I can be a pleasant person to be around. 4. What are you most confident about yourself? My hair lol 5. Name a few songs that reminds you of someone, and who it remind you of. Ooohhh goodness. Anything Fall Out Boy-related = Susanne all the way. Also Panic! at the Disco, specifically the “Fever” album. FOB’s “American Beauty/American Psycho” album reminds me of a few of my friends. That stupid “Do You Like Waffles” song always reminds me of my brother. 6. What is your favourite colour combination? Uuuuuhhhhhh I never really thought about it lol I like burgundy with other shades of red and some shades of pink? I’m crocheting a bomb-looking blanket right now that’s like a combo of sea and space-inspired colors.7. Define your “aesthetic”. Nonexistent? I’ve never consciously thought about it. I guess like shades of blue and flowers and word art and flannels? Idk, man, I just go for whatever I’m feeling.10. What are some of your biggest pet peeves? People who don’t use their blinkers. People who are rude. People who don’t smile when you make eye-contact. People who cut me off in traffic. People who hover in traffic. People who make fun of other people for things they can’t control. Just people doing sucky things, tbh. 11. What’s something that automatically turns you off of other people? Conceit. Cockiness. Arrogance. REALLY strong personalities, like those people who are SUPER opinionated about EVERYTHING and try to turn EVERYONE to their side about EVERYTHING and try to control other people and every aspect of their lives. Also people who try to be grammar police, regardless of their knowledge level. 12. What song always makes you sad/emotional? “The Little Girl” by John Michael Montgomery. ugh. RIP me. 14. How are you with moving on? Absolutely horrible. I’m emotionally spent, currently, because of that exact issue lol15. What’s a philosophy you agree with, but fail to live by? Oh so many. Forgive and forget is a big one.17. What’s something positive happening in your life right now? I have friends again? Like, now that my mental health isn’t in a pit, I’m actually able to connect and have meaningful relationships with other people again, and that’s really cool. 20. Are you a good person? Nah, not inherently, anyway. Goodness is a choice that I can’t stick to on my own; I’m too selfish for that. Phil. 4:13, friends.21. How could you become a better person? Following Christ closely and being more selfless. 23. Have you ever been in love? If so, with how many people? Naaahh I’ve never been close enough with anyone to “be in love.” I love people, like a lot and really deeply, but not romantically.24. Do you believe in love at first sight? I believe in annoying at first sight ;) But seriously, it depends on what “love at first sight” means, really. I think two people can click really well the first time they interact, but I don’t think you really love a person until you really know them. 25. Which social science interests you more; psychology (how the mind effects a person), sociology (how society affects a people) or anthropology (learning about culture)? Why? PSYCHOLOGY ALL THE WAY, though the other two are close. I just. The brain is SO freaking cool, and I’m always interesting to learn why the heck mine acts the way it does lol There’s so much to learn, and it’s all so complex and just fascinating. Human nature is fascinating.30. How do you usually get people to be interested in terms of romantic relationships? And platonic relationships? Romantic: I don’t lol #foreveralone Platonic: Humor, 10000000%31. What’s your favourite song to sing a long to? Ooooooooohhh depends on what my voice is doing lol but usually anything from “Prince of Egypt” or “Part the Waters/I Need Thee” by Selah32. What’s some “embarrassing” music you listen to? Every once in a blue moon, I’ll throwback to Big Time Rush lol33. What are you most snobby/pretentious about? So much, honestly lol I can’t think of any one thing off the top of my head….My writing, maybe?34. How do you express sad emotions? And happy emotions? Tears and babbling. Also tears and babbling.36. How do you feel about phone calls? Depends on who it’s with. Doctor? Nope. Dentist? Nope. School? Absolutely not. Friend? Yes, let’s talk forEVER. 37. How do you feel about texting? Fine? I prefer phone or video calls, tbh, because I like to be able to hear your tone of voice/read your body language41. What’s something you love that you never do anymore? Why don’t you do it? Play piano. I’m not patient enough to practice anymore. 43. If there were no limits; who and what would you be? Everything. (idek man lol)45. Describe your fashion sense. The clearance racks and Target and Kohl’s, and thrift stores46. Do you have stage fright? Oh absolutely. It’s gotten a lot better because #teacherintraining, and I literally had to stand in front of 30 17-year-olds every day for 6 weeks. Also, I lead worship in a small class at church, so I’m better than I used to be, but I still get pretty bad stage fright. My hands shake really bad any time I talk in front of people, even in a casual class setting. 48. Are you more of an open or closed person? Closed if I don’t know you. More open if I do, but still generally pretty closed.49. What’s the worst thing that ever happened to you? And the best? Probably the depressed periods in my life when I felt really far from God and the people I care about. The best is salvation via Jesus Christ, aka the reason I made it through those dog days. 51. What are your top three places you’d like to travel and why? UUuuuhhhhh tbh I’ve never flown or anything, and travelling has always seemed like a weird, out of reach concept for me. Ummmmmmmmm I guess Italy, Spain, and England? Because there’d be a lot of cool stuff to see? lol52. What’s something you thought would be really scary/bad, but was actually fine when it happened/you did it? SO MANY THINGSSS umm probably riding roller coasters in Disney World. It was still petrifying, and I couldn’t stand up after because I was so scared, but like it wasn’t AS bad as I thought hahaha 54. Can you sleep facing someone? Yup55. Do you ever get in slumps? If so; how often, and how long do they usually last for? Um absolutely. I depends, anywhere from a day to weeks. 56. Do you like being alone? Yeah, but if I’m alone for too long, I get really depressed.57. Are you social? Selectively58. How do you feel about parties? Mmmm depends on what kind lol I prefer the “social gathering” type parties. No dancing or alcohol for this chick. 60. What question(s) do you love to ask people? Anything that gives me insight into who they are, be it spiritual stuff or just about how their day has (really) been. 61. What question(s) do you love being asked? Same kind of stuff, anything that leads to good conversations and stories.

I DID IT WOO

#asks #replies #itsthatonepunnyguy #you're lucky i luv u aaron

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