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Hey ahegato! I hope you are well :) I've just discovered your account and I love your posts (especially the fill you up post and how they act around children which was so cute!!). I was wondering whether you could write about how the brothers and mains are like when its their first time with a female MC who had been a virgin?

I can't wait to read more of your posts!

author note: Oh my gosh, my first request, I’m so nervous and excited!! Pretty fitting that my first request is about something being the first time. I’m sooo sorry that it’s so late, I’ve been balls deep in other fandoms

SUPER IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE: so I decided to do it like this, and I might keep doing that with all requests I receive: I’ll write for the characters requested, BUT I won’t post them all at the same time, or else you guys are gonna have to wait for like 84 years to get the finished product 😭

So instead I’ll post them all individually (UNLESS the headcanons are very short and don’t include fics) and just link the other ones in it when they get finished. that way you guys still get some kind of content every now and then!

[NSFW] Obey Me - fem!MC first time with Mammon

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TW: nsfw, first time sex, loss of virginity, swearing Characters: Mammoney Writer: ahegato

Context: The MC would probably be pretty nervous since it’s the first time and stuff like that. Idk I lost my virginity when I was like 17 and now I’m really old, so I barely remember it. I just recall worrying about the pain while also knowing it was common, that’s about it lol

You/your pronouns, so basically gender neutral, bUT MC will have female bits.

Anyway, have an awesome day (that’s an order) and I hope you enjoy it!

MAMMON:

turns out that “bad boy mammon” is actually super romantic

huh who knew? literally everyone in the whole devildom

if you weren’t aware of how much of a softie he is, you clearly missed him in the entire story

when he finds out you’re a virgin, he gets a little excited

he’s really going to be your first man, huh?

mammon is incredibly nervous about your first time together

but instead of freezing up and not daring to do anything *cough* levi *cough*, he instead just gets reallllllly sensitive to touch

give him a handjob or oral, he’ll tremble and moan like a pornstar

really just kiss him and he won’t know what to do with himself

he wants you to be in control of the pace to be extra safe, so he’ll ask you to be on top

also because it’s hot, but he won’t tell you that (you’ll figure it out eventually anyway)

you start with both of you sitting up and you on his lap

will at some point take one of your hands and refuse to let go

if you cry from the pain, he’ll instantly go into comfort mode

wrapping his arms around you and stroke your back, telling you that you’re doing great and to just wait for a bit longer

he gets extremely lovey dovey and emotional when he’s about to finish, it’s so obvious that he wouldn’t even have to say anything for you to notice, but he still will

even after finishing, he won’t let go of you

doesn’t matter if you’re all sticky from the sweat, you’re his and he’s yours now

might as well be glued together, because he sure is acting like that’s the case

he feels very embarrassed afterwards because he’s not used to being so vulnerable, so pls reassure him

As you finally sink down onto him, he lets out a long, breathy, high-pitched moan. His nails are pressing into your waist, not so hard to draw blood but enough to turn you on even more. The way you’re squeezing him while sitting on his lap, your hands on his shoulders to support yourself, is addictive. But despite that, what’s taking up the most space in his mind is the love he’s feeling for you, as cheesy as it sounds, and the intimate moment you’re experiencing together. He almost gets a little teary at the thought. However, he gets snapped out of it when you begin to move, lifting yourself off of him before sinking back down again, and he lets out a surprised groan. He looks down between your bodies, watching as his cock disappears into you, moaning at the sight. His hands on your waist travel down to your hips, assisting you in your movements. He never wants to let go of you, and he pulls you closer, leaning over to breathe in your scent, causing his dick to twitch inside of you. Mammon has no shame at this point, he’ll bare his neck for you to bite and suck on. If you don’t get the point he’ll literally beg for it, and if he walks out of there without even a single mark, he’ll whine like a baby. He wants physical proof that he’s yours and you’re his. If you let him mark you, he’ll moan long and high-pitched as he does it. If you mark him, he’s legit whimpering and twitching underneath you. He’s drowning in you, kissing any part of your body that he can reach, meeting your movements with his own, and sometimes just gazing at you with a look of pure love. “MC I... I love you... I love you so much...” he huffs, pulling you as close to him as possible. He looks you in the eyes, mere inches away from each other. “I...I’m about to cum...” As he finally gets pushed over the edge, he sinks you down onto his cock as far as he can, holding onto you tightly as he whimpers words of affection in your ear. Once he’s down from his high, the memories of what he said and did return to his brain, and he gets super flustered. “I-I did not just say all that, ya hear me? Don’t tell anyone!” he stutters, suddenly all worried about this so-called reputation. “Of course I won’t tell anyone! But you did say all that, and I loved it.” you reply with a smile. “Y-you did?” the demon asks, looking back at you with a surprised expression on his face. “Of course I did! I loved seeing this side of you, and I love you.” The blush on his cheeks intensifies, but the demon visibly relaxes, a smile forming on his face in return. He cuddles up to you, fully intending to hold you hostage in his bed for the rest of the night.

✦ 30/11/2023 (Im so sorry lmao) - 16/04/2024 ✦ ahegato ✦

#headcanons #obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon x reader #mammon #smut #mammon smut #mammoney #obey me #obey me shall we date

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homeofatlas · 3 months

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Friends, Right?

Authors note: this is a longer fic it’s 2.7k. We need more elisa fics and i had the time so i hope you all like it. Also sorry this isnt as aesthetically pleasing as some of yours with the pictures and the headers. It’s 1:30 am, i just finished this no editing we die like men!

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Since joining the PSGs feminine team you had made good friends with most of the girls. But there was one in particular who you had become great friends with, Elisa. Before you knew that you two would come to be such great friends you’d found her cute. Now knowing how compatible you two were, it felt impossible to be around her and not fall deeper into love with her as you spent more time together.

This is what made it so hard to admit that while you were falling for her more every time you saw her, she didn’t reciprocate your feelings. Sure there were times when she was leaving where she’d linger longer than was perhaps strictly normal but that was how female friendships worked. It was perfectly normal to hug three times for at least 10 seconds before she actually left and for her to press a kiss to your forehead when you guys were watching a movie. You liked to see things that weren’t there. Your crush on Elisa was clouding your judgement. And if you stayed up late thinking about those lingering hugs…..well that was no one's business but your own.

One morning she came to pick you up because your car was in the shop. As a thanks to her you paid for your morning smoothies and shared the protein bars you packed so you could snack through the day. While in the car elisa rests her right arm on the middle console focusing on the long stretch of road ahead of her. Softly some song from her playlist wafts through the car gently lulling you into a half state of awareness. Vaguely you’re aware the car has stopped and you should start moving but right as you're about to wake yourself up, elisa speaks to you from the driver's seat.

“Y/n?” She whispers.

You blink your eyes open to see you’re already there.

Your eyes slide over to where elisa is softly gazing at you. She looks at you in the way you sometimes imagine you must look when you’re trying to memorise her every feature for when it’s no longer yours to gaze at. The look on her face leaves you breathless, it times like this where you feel like she might reciprocate your feelings. And then the spell breaks and she blinks her gaze away from you to look out the wind shield again, her face wiped as clean as it can be this early in the morning.

“Come on we’re gonna be late” She says and opens her car door.

Just friends, right?

A week later during a game she trips another player and gets yellow carded. Now while Elisa has a reputation for……revelling in the physical side of the game this time you have to agree this girl had it coming. Constantly backing up into Elisas space and generally crowding her was one way to get the brunette in an angry mood. As Elisa begins to get angrier while talking to the ref your teammates signal you to come and get her off the field. Running over to her you catch her forearm and cut off her swearing at the referee who could not look more phased if she tried.

“Elisa let it go, she had it coming but theres nothing we can do about it now right? You’re just going to piss the ref off even more and that doesn’t work in anyone's favour.”

Heaving, she finally turns her head towards you. With the bright stadium lights on her, you can see every droplet of sweat shining on her face. You’re so far gone for her instead of thinking its gross you think it’s a product of her hard work, it’s beautiful. Her nose is shining with the perspiration and she’s never looked better, except maybe in her pjs on the couch. You two lock eyes and have a silent conversation, pleading with her to come with you. Finally her gaze drops from your eyes to your lips to where your hand is still wrapped around her forearm. Her gaze flicks back up to your eyes shining with worry. Her shoulders drop and she begins to move towards the sidelines where you’ve just come from. You let go of her forearm and walk slightly behind her. You can feel the energy radiating off her. She slows to let you catch up and as you fall into step with her you feel her fingers brush yours a couple times before she interlocks your fingers and tightly. All the pent up energy is going into holding your hand and pulling you to the side. As you sit down on the bench she continues to clutch your hand while staring intensely onto the field.

“Elisa? You’re welcome to hold my hand to soothe yourself but if I could switch to the other hand that would be great.” You say once she calmed down slightly.

Still not speaking she slowly loosens her grip on your hand. True to your word you give her the other hand, this time using the hand closest to her you gently rub your hand in soothing circles on her back to help calm her down. Over time you feel her begin to relax against you and your touch until the end of the game when she gets up to change and get ready to go home. But you’re just Friends, Right?

Two weeks after that you and a couple of the girls are out at a bar celebrating a win and no training in the morning. You’re on your first drink that tastes slightly fruity which you’ve been sipping on for a while now. You’re feeling warm and fuzzy surrounded by the people who love you the most in the world. Elisa sits next to you occasionally glazing around but otherwise focused on the conversation at hand. Her arm is thrown around the backs of your chairs, her fingers occasionally brushing your shoulder.

“So if you had to pick someone on the team to date, who would you date?” Sakina giggles.

Having just taken a sip of your drink you gag slightly and sputter, meeting the mischievous twinkling eye of Sakina Karchaoui. She knows exactly what she’s just done. Although you haven't told anyone outside of one person who’s not even in the soccer world Sakina seems to have picked up on your little (massive, gigantic, personally might go as far as to say in love) crush on Elisa. By the way she’s making eyes at the other girls it's clear they’ve been let in on the message and are giggling at your demise too. Out of the corner of your eye you see Elisa spit some of her drink out back into her cup upon hearing the comment. Although you avoid looking at her in the slightest you feel the shift in weight beside you as she leans away from you and tucks her arm back into herself.

“Probably you Sakina, we’re pretty good friends and we’d be compatible enough I think” Elis answers in a semi dry tone.

Your stomach sinks. Even if she was forced into dating someone on the team it still wouldn’t be you. The jealousy leaves you slightly nauseous and your cheeks feel like they’re on fire.

Sakina is clearly waiting for an answer and burning holes into your head.

“Um,” you begin to answer “I’m not sure I think I see you all as more of sisters than anything else.”

You see Elisa who’d previously been intently and quietly eyeing you since you started speaking, begin to fidget and mutter something about drink before she gets up and takes her half full glass with her up to the bar. As soon as you feel she’s gone the rest of the table erupts into giggles.

“Really Sakina could you have been anyone more obvious about it? Why not tattoo Y/n has a crush on elisa on my forehead, i’m sure that would have been a less painful situation”

“Please Y/n relax I wouldn’t have said anything if i didn’t think there was a chance she liked you back-”

“Well you heard it straight from the source that she doesn’t so can we just drop it? Please? I'd like to forget that I'm in love with my best friend for one night.”

Sakinas face falls and she looks sorry. You feel bad for snapping at her but Elisa can’t know about your crush. It would ruin your relationship and you aren’t ready to let her go yet. You begin to scan the bar for Elisa. You see her standing at the bar facing a pretty blonde girl who’s got her hand on your- Elisas bicep. The blonde is leaning into her space and laughing at whatever joke Elisas just told based on the smile on her face. She’s cool looking, she's blonde, beautiful, got a sleeve of tattoos, and looks gorgeous next to elisa. The sight makes your stomach churn. Suddenly any chance of salvation of the good mood you had is gone and you’re as sober as you can be. Elisa is clearly interested based on her body language, why wouldn’t she be? It's not like you're together. So Elisa can take her home to the flat you’ve been in and have sex with her on the couch you’ve been on or the bed you’ve had sleepovers in or on the counter where you’ve cooked together and that's fine. You were going to have to get used to seeing Elisa with someone else eventually. It’s just that maybe deep down you had been hoping you weren’t just friends after all, But tonight has shattered that illusion and thank god because you needed to get over it, is what you’re telling yourself.

Following your line of sight Sakinas face falls into one of pity for you.

“Don't Sakina. It was going to happen eventually and I need to get over it.”

You glance over again to see Elisa looking over at you while she stands with the blonde woman, you try to give her an encouraging nod and something you hope looks like a smile. To be honest you don't really want to be out right now in these jeans and this itchy sweater, you want to go home.

“Honestly guys…..I think I'm just gonna go home and watch a movie but thanks for coming out tonight.”

The girls give you a sad look as you pick your coat up from the back of your chair and grab your bag. As you walk to the door you have to walk past the bar, brushing past elisa she doesn’t even turn her head to acknowledge you as you step out into the cold night.

The drive home felt the longest it ever had. Peeling off your layers of clothing and getting into your at home sweatpants had never felt so great. Although it isn’t a part of your diet you figured tonight called for some sweet treat therapy. Set up on the couch as you’re flipping through movies on netflix deciding which garbage film you can try not to cry to there's a familiar rap on your door.

You pause.

Another soft knock.

“Y/n? Cherie?Open the door please.”

No response.

“Unless you’ve gone to bed but i can see the lights so please come up the door.”

You slowly make your way up off the couch, placing your sweet treat on your coffee table.

As you stand before the door you can hear her breathing from the other side, you can feel her warmth and energy radiating through the door, it’s like nothing can keep her fro. You. You’ll never escape from her. A fresh set of tears springs to your eyes but you quickly swallow them before unlocking and opening the door.

Elisa looks like she’s been thoroughly made out with or at least something was running through her hair continuously. How dare she, you think, come to me after being with someone else, isn’t my love enough? You swallow it down and force the door open wider for her to slip inside and close the flat door behind her. Now in harsh overhead lighting you can see the panic, bewilderment, and sadness lurking in her brown eyes.

She opens her mouth and closes it a couple times before finally croaking out, “You left and you didn’t say goodbye.”

“You were a little busy at the moment and i wasn’t feeling well so i came home.”

“You aren't feeling well? Is there something i can do or something i can get for you?”

“No I just,” You sigh and rub your hands over your face before looking up at her “I’m tired so I came home.”

“Oh okay well did you want me to stay? We can watch *insert your comfort movie/tv show*!”

The sight of her dishevelled hair and clothing is making you more angry and sad by the minute. All you want to do is give her a set of your sweats and have her wear your clothing but this has to stop. O more blurry lines it hurts too much.

The tears feel like they’re hiding right beneath the surface as you say, “Elisa honestly I'm really tired I think I’ll go to bed.”

“Okay well I’ve had drinks so maybe i can stay over and tomorrow morning we can go for brunch and a walk-”

“Elisa, Enough!”

“What?”

Oh here comes the word vomit.

“You can’t just make out or sleep with someone else and then come over here and expect us to go to brunch and on scenic walks and watch movies snuggled up on the couch and can’t do it anymore, I can't do this anymore!” You finish.

Elisas brown eyes are wide with shock and she looks hurt by the time you’ve finished.

Her eye brows furrow and her lips purse in, she reaches out slightly to grab your arm which is hanging at your side but misses and brushes the side of your hip where your shirt has begun to ride up. Her warm palm against your cold skin feels like the best thing in the world right now, all you want to do is take it all back but the way she’s looking at you now like she doesn’t understand what you mean hurts you more than it will ever hurt her.

“Elisa, i think you should go”

“No” She shakes her head as she sways forward slowly inching into your space. You should not be letting her in but what's one last time right? Her hand comes up to rest on the cold path of skin near your hip and the other one wraps around your shoulders. She presses kisses to the top of your head while gently rocking. She takes a deep inhale before releasing you and looking at you face to face.

“Y/n, look at me” She looks more sober than she did before when she pulls back. “I did not sleep or make out with anyone nor do I want to unless it’s with you. My hair looks like this because I was worried about you leaving without saying goodbye. I was running my hands through it the whole way here. The girl you saw me with in the bar? I wouldn’t care if she was aphrodite because I love you. I want you. I know this isn’t a good time but I’m sick of not saying anything and having almost moments. This is our moment, if you want it to be. I love you.”

Her eyes peer deep into yours looking for the same sentiment but instead you cup her face with your hands and bring your noses up to brush. As your noses bump into each other and your lips brush you whisper “I love you too” and kiss her. The fuzzy warm feeling runs from your head to your toes heating you up all over. As you pull away both of you smile largely and you lay your head on her chest as you stand there and hug for as long as you want because as it turns out you aren’t just Friends, Right?

#elisa de almeida #elisa de almeida x reader #woso x reader #please like this #im trying my best im starving out here for elisa content #woso fanfics #élisa de almeida #wlw

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 1 year

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Kicho's Main Story Chapter 5 Part 2

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. JP SPOILERS under the cut. Expect mistakes.

Kicho: "It's true that everything you need in life is given to you here."

Kicho: "But that's not the same as this. As long as I'm here, I'll give you a payment based on my standards."

Kicho: "That's why, if you want anything, just say it."

Kicho pointed his finger at a shop with a curtain in front of it.

Kicho: "For example, this shop sells cosmetic products."

Kicho: "It's probably nothing compared to what you have in the future, but this one offers high-quality products."

Kicho: "There are also books, figurines, hairpins, and most other things you could find on this street."

Mai: "Oh, nice! It's like the shopping mall of the Sengoku period."

(I don't know what I want, but I'd like to see everything.)

Mai: "Then can I start with that one first?"

Kicho: "Sure."

And so, with bouncy steps, I went to a couple of shops with him, after which we went into an eatery for a break.

Kicho: "Well, have you decided yet?"

Mai: "No."

Kicho: "To think that after all those shops we've been to, you didn't find anything you wanted."

Mai: "Sorry. They're all pretty, but I don't think I need them."

(Nothing really comes to mind when people say I can have anything.)

(Unless there's something I want, I'll just enjoy looking at different things and be happy with it.)

Kicho: "Well, it's okay. Take your time and choose."

Mai: "But the time一"

Kicho: "You're already aware that there's no more work after this, as you're sharing the schedule with me."

Kicho: “In the first place, I’m the one who brought this up. I’m not gonna rush you.”

Mai: “Thank you. Then I’ll take your word for it and think about it for a little longer.”

Kicho: “Yeah.”

Kicho: “More importantly, we’re gonna eat now. You can at least decide what you want to eat.”

Mai: “Okay! Leave that to me!”

As prompted, I looked up at the paper on the wall.

(Wow, the soba noodles look delicious. The grilled skewers look yummy too.)

(No, the stew is not easy to ignore, either. I’m pretty sure it’s well-seasoned.)

Mai: “I’m so torn.”

Kicho: “I just heard your lively reply earlier.”

Mai: “Because look at this shop’s menu!”

Mai: “It's unfair to put all this delicious-looking food together.”

Kicho: “.............”

Mai: “Sorry! I’m really indecisive when it comes to these things.”

Mai: “Alright! I’m just gonna do an eeny, meeny, miny, moe on this.”

Kicho: “Pfft.”

Mai: “Kicho!?”

He suddenly burst out laughing, making me widen my eyes.

Kicho: “The popular food in this restaurant is the skewers you see written there.”

Kicho: “We can order that for today and ask for a different one the next time we're here.”

Mai: “Sure, thanks for the suggestion.”

(Even though it wasn’t the first time I’d seen it, it still surprised me.)

(His smile is bad for my heart.)

We then finished our meal and went back out into the street.

Mai: "It was really good. I can see why that one is popular."

Kicho: "I see. You like it."

Kicho: "Then, let's continue shopping. Tell me if there's anything you want to see."

Mai: "Okay, thank you."

(That being said, what else would I like to see?)

(I feel like I've seen more than enough stuff already.)

Mai: "Ah!"

I spotted something at the end of the street and walked up to it as if I was being drawn in.

Mai: "Hey, look at all these fabrics. The colors are so beautiful."

Mai: "Um, can I go inside the shop?"

Kicho: "Yeah, do whatever you want."

I quickly entered the shop and looked at the fabrics one by one.

(This elegant one has a soft milky white color. And the pattern is rhododendron?)

(This indigo is also pretty. If the obi is a lighter color, I'm sure一)

Slowly, the cloths took on the shape of a kimono, with an obi wrapped around it.

(Yup, nice. A lovely combination.)

Kicho: "You're very passionate about this."

Mai: "Sorry, I got caught up in my own world."

Kicho: "I knew this shop was for you. Your reaction is different from the other shops we visited."

Kicho: "Here, look at this."

Mai: "Wait! Is that a velvet?"

Kicho: "Yeah. This shop also sells fabrics from other countries."

Kicho: "I'm sure they have more. Tell me what you like."

Mai: "What?"

Kicho: "It's my reward for you."

Kicho: "You can make whatever clothes you want out of whatever you choose."

Kicho: "You'll also need a set of needles. If we backtrack down the road, I'm sure we'll find a shop that sells them."

Kicho: "Let's get them later, okay?"

Mai: "Okay!"

(I'm so happy! I can make clothes again.)

Kicho called the shopkeeper, who explained and helped me choose some fabrics, then we bought a set of needles.

On our way home, he looked ahead and glanced at me.

Kicho: "Is there anything else missing?"

Mai: "No, it's more than enough. Thank you very much."

(It's supposed to be a reward for my work, but is it really okay to get this much?)

(He's done a lot for me, so I'll give him a gift in return.)

(Now that it's decided, I need to think about what kind of clothes to make.)

When I was at Azuchi Castle, Hideyoshi got me to help as a seamstress, but because I didn't have much experience sewing kimonos, I had to assist everyone else.

Thinking that I could make it myself, I began to get more and more ideas in my head.

(As I thought, a kimono would be a safe bet. I'll make it in light and calm tones that are typical of him.)

(Oh, but we have a lot of business meetings, so maybe a foreign outfit?)

Kicho: "Mai, come here."

Mai: "Eh? Why一"

Mai: "Waah!?"

Just as his arm went around my shoulder and pulled me close, a rushing person walked past right next to me.

(I didn't notice him at all.)

Mai: "Sorry, thanks."

Kicho: "Good grief, it's okay to get carried away, but keep your eyes on the road."

(Oh…)

As if to criticize my actions, Kicho tightened his arms around me, and I could feel the strength and warmth of his arms, making my heart beat faster.

Kicho: "If you fall and injure your hand, you won't be able to make clothes."

Mai: "You're right. I'll be careful."

Mai: "Sorry."

(I've been out of sorts ever since I saw the fabrics. I really have to be careful.)

I moved away from him, reflecting on the situation, when...

Motonari: "Heh, looks like you guys are getting along pretty well."

Mai: "Motonari!"

Kicho: "Why are you here?"

Motonari: "I have some business with you, but am I interrupting?"

Motonari: "I didn't expect to see you guys so close to each other in broad daylight."

Motonari: "I heard that you keep her around to monitor her, but I guess this is your aim."

Kicho: "I wouldn't keep a suspicious person in the trading post for such stupid reasons."

Motonari: "Hey, hey, don't answer so seriously. I was just joking."

Motonari: "You don't have to take this countryside girl seriously. With that face, you can get any woman you want."

(Hm? Countryside?)

(So he didn't tell him I came from the future.)

Kicho only shook his head without losing his cool expression.

Kicho: "I don't need it. I have no interest in love."

Kicho: "What happened earlier was only necessary to prevent an accident."

Mai: "That's right. He just saved me!"

Motonari: "Heh."

Motonari smirked and glanced at me, his red eyes teasing me.

Motonari: "You're not convincing anyone with that face."

Mai: "What face?"

Kicho: "Don't worry about it, Mai. He just wants to get some satisfaction out of you."

Mai: "What look is he saying?"

I put my hands on my cheeks and found them faintly hot.

(Am I blushing?)

Kicho: "More importantly, Motonari, if you need me, let's talk at the trading post."

Kicho: "It's probably about that thing. Also, I have something to tell you."

Motonari: "Yeah."

Mai: "Um, what's this all about?"

Motonari: "Oi, oi, are you ignoring my advice again? I told you it's better not to step in too much."

Motonari: "The fact that you're watching him so intently that it looks like you're his lover from the outside means you're not worth trusting."

(-----!)

Motonari: "If you don't want to wear a collar, you'd better behave yourself."

Kicho: "Mai, I'll have those items delivered later. Stay in your room when we return to the trading post."

Mai: "Understood."

With Motonari's words stuck in my heart, the three of us walked down the road, the setting sun shimmering in the distance.

(Kicho still doesn't trust me.)

(I knew that, but it still hurts when it's put into words.)

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Sasuke: "You're really here."

Sasuke: "I finally found you. Mai."

The day after Kicho and I went into town一

Mai: "I'm finally done checking and organizing these documents!"

After stretching, I put together the bundle of papers.

(I didn't take a break, so I finished early. I think it's already past lunchtime.)

(I don't have anything to do after this, so maybe I can help someone else with something.)

(Oh, but first一)

I got up from the chair and picked up the perfume I wear every day.

(I don't know what's gonna happen, but I've got to look presentable, just in case.)

As I left the room and went down the hallway, I saw, as expected, a guard standing near the entrance.

(Someone's here.)

(As expected. He's so shrewd.)

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Kicho: "Mai. I'm going out with Motonari today. You stay here, okay?"

Mai: "Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you?"

Kicho: "Yeah, my men are there. You can freely move around here, but don't go outside."

Kicho: "I'll be back by nightfall."

---------Flashback Ends---------

(Going out with Motonari, huh? They are probably just going to resume their talk yesterday.)

(He doesn't want anyone to hear it, but that's exactly what I want to know.)

(Also, it's not like I can inform someone even if I know.)

Mai: "Alright, time to help with some cleaning."

I was about to turn back down the hallway to get a rag when一

Male voice: "Excuse me, I have a delivery for you."

(It looks like someone's here.)

(I feel like I know this voice.)

Kicho's subordinate opened the door, and the owner of the voice entered, carrying a large package.

Sasuke: "Hi. Sarutobi delivery at your service."

Sasuke: "These are the items you ordered yesterday, miss."

(Sasuke!?)

Mai: "Long time no see! I almost called your name there."

Sasuke: "Yeah, thank God you kept your mouth shut."

Sasuke: "If they found out that you and I knew each other, we wouldn't be able to talk like this."

Mai: "Yes. It's really nice to talk to you."

Mai: "I think the last time we saw each other was when we had tea at Azuchi. What have you been up to since then?"

Sasuke: "My employer told me to return."

Sasuke: "It would probably distract you, so I didn't tell you."

Sasuke: "I told you about Kenshin Uesugi, remember? I'm a ninja under him."

(This means that Sasuke and I are enemies in the eyes of others.)

(That's why he didn't tell me the details.)

Sasuke: "But when I returned to the castle, I found that the turbulent world was in serious trouble again, so this time, I came undercover to the border instead of Azuchi."

Mai: "I see. Then we're the same."

Sasuke: "Are you here as a spy too?"

Mai: "Yeah. Actually..."

When I briefly told him how I came here and my current situation, Sasuke was surprised but kept his usual expression.

Sasuke: "So that's what happened. That must've been tough."

Sasuke: "So, one of the people you were with in town yesterday is Kicho?"

Mai: "The one with the black hair is Kicho. Wait, you saw us yesterday?"

Sasuke: "Yeah, I saw you guys are pretty close."

Mai: "What? Oh!"

(Maybe he saw us from the time when Kicho hugged me?)

I felt my cheeks burning as Sasuke tilted his head at me.

Sasuke: "How do you feel about him?"

Mai: "Well..."

Mai: "I guess he's someone I don't want to become my enemy."

Mai: "I went undercover because I thought he was a bad guy, so I didn't really understand him during our time together."

Mai: "Of course, I'm a pacifist. That's why it's been difficult."

Sasuke: "I think I kind of know the feeling."

Sasuke: "People usually don't consider their enemies human beings."

Mai: "Yes."

Mai: "Anyway, I don't have any special feelings for him."

Sasuke: "Really?"

Mai: "Huh?"

Sasuke: "Sorry, I'm not trying to interfere with your feelings, but I just thought that if something were to happen, you, the spy, would suffer."

Sasuke: "And as your friend, I can't overlook that."

Mai: "Sasuke..."

The seriousness of his eyes showed that he wasn't lying.

(He's saying this because he's worried about me. He's really a good friend, but一)

Mai: “Don’t worry. No matter what happens, I won’t bend my beliefs.”

Mai: “I know it’s not easy to live in this turbulent world, and all lives are important.”

Mai: “That’s why I want to make a path where even one of those lives can be saved by my justice.”

Sasuke: “I see. That’s a relief.”

Sasuke: “Then, as your friend, I’ll help you.”

Mai: “Are you sure? That'll help a lot.”

Mai: “Oh, but I can’t run away from here.”

Sasuke: “No problem. You’re here with Mitsuhide, right?”

Mai: “Yes, I haven’t seen him for a while, so I don’t know if he’s still in Sakai.”

Sasuke: “Don’t worry, I’ll look for him. I stayed in Azuchi for a while, so I know his face.”

Sasuke: “If I can contact him safely, I’ll report to him for you.”

Mai: “Eh? Is that okay? You’re Kenshin’s一”

Sasuke: “Yeah. I’m a Nokizaru ninja, but remember, I'm also your friend and a pacifist."

Mai: “Okay. Then I’ll share the information with you.”

(His being here probably means that Kenshin and Shingen are also wary of Kicho.)

(Also, I don’t think getting this information around will affect the Oda army.)

While sorting everything in my head, I told Sasuke that Motonari Mouri was still alive, the number of weapons, and his goal of continuing the turbulent world.

Sasuke: "Continuing the turbulent world?"

Mai: "Keep this a secret, but Kicho also experienced time slipping like us."

Sasuke: "There's someone other than us!?"

Mai: "He was originally from this period, but apparently, he saw the future through a wormhole and came back."

Sasuke: "I see. So you mean to say that he decided to continue living here even after seeing the unification of Japan."

Sasuke: "What the hell happened to him? Or maybe he got affected by the distortions."

Mai: "Distortion?"

Sasuke: " I believe the Kicho in history was a woman."

Sasuke: "She was the daughter of Dosan Saito, the Lord of Mino, and was also known as Princess Nohime."

Mai: "So, this Kicho who is here now is..."

Sasuke: "I don't know all the details, but I guess he was affected by the distortion of history."

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phoenixinthefiles · 8 months

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The first official entry of my Talia and Bruce “Healthy” Divorce au (otherwise known as “HEALTHY”)

inspired by this post I made

Damian Wayne sighed, sliding down the wall and resigning himself to a long wait. It had been at least an hour since his parents disappeared behind the door beside him and only five minutes after they’d entered the yelling started.

He used to cry when they argued; lock himself up in his room, flop onto his bed and sob into his pillow until his father came up to check on him. Tears running down his face, while he was scolded for locking his door and not telling anyone he was in his room.

But that was years ago, Damian was still a little kid then; he’s used to the arguing now, especially after the divorce.

It wasn’t a surprise when it happened but it still took Damian’s breath away, he hadn’t known exactly what it meant. Jason had explained it to him, jaw tense and teal eyes clouded with emotion.

“They won’t be together anymore you already know that, but it’s a little more than that. You know when we watched Harry Potter and Snape took an unbreakable vow? Well marriage is like that, you say these really powerful unbreakable vows. But when someone breaks the vow or can’t keep it anymore they get a divorce, it’s like a really powerful thing and it tears the connection of the vows and unlinks the two people who took them. As you can imagine that hurts a lot, it’s more than just not being together.

Damian still remembers the way he could hear Jason’s voice trembling on the last part . And how through tear-filled, blurry eyes, he could see the hurt on his brother’s face. He didn’t like to think about that memory during the day, but it was always waiting for him when he closed his eyes at night-so he had no choice.

His parents always said they wanted the best for him, and that they still loved him even though their love for each other had stopped. But they also used to tell him that he was a product of their love. Damian knows Math, Jason had been teaching him about school since before he could talk.

If the number decides it doesn’t want to be in the same problem as a different number one, then one plus one could no longer equal two. So, if two people decide they don’t want to be with each other anymore, what happens to their number 2? Jason told Damian that Math had practical daily uses, but it must be impractical too because it works really well on divorce.

He’s interrupted from his thoughts by the sound of creaks from the floor. He looks over and sees Jason walking towards him looking thoroughly unimpressed with his eavesdropping.

“I don’t know why you’re listening in on them, just gonna be hearing the same old crap you usually hear.” Damian looks up at his brother and takes in his downturned brow, tense jaw, and frowned lips that always make an appearance when dealing with the topic of their parents. His parents thought he took the divorce the hardest, they couldn’t be anymore wrong.

“I wasn’t listening,” Jason scoffs, “I wasn’t, not at first, but it’s different this time.” It was different; they weren’t as loud, there more spaces of silence, and from the occasional ruffling he heard, they were actually sitting.

“Yeah right, don’t get your hopes up they’re not gonna magically love each other again.”

“I know that,” Damian retorts. He doesn’t bring up the fact when his parents first had the big conversation they made it clear they still loved each other. Even he wasn’t naive enough to believe that.

Jason is about to make another smart comment when the door handle to the study jiggles. Damian scrambles to his feet and he and Jason face the door, whoever was coming out must have stopped to say something.

Damian doesn’t realize his hand until he feels Jason grab it and rub his knuckles.

“Relax, D.” Damian nods aware of how dramatic he’s being, it’s not like they’re waiting on a jury’s decision. But it feels like they are because no matter what Jason says, Damian isn’t the only one still holding out hope.

The door opens and Damian’s mouth goes dry. His father walks through the door and shifts slightly when he looks at Jason and Damian, not surprised to see them but nervous?

Damian feels Jason’s hand tighten on his when his father opens and closes his mouth. He doesn’t know why there’s so much build-up, they’ve been in this situation countless times since the divorce and the outcome is always the same.

His father shifts again, this is the part where he follows the “how to talk to your kids during divorce” book, script.

“Your mother’s pregnant; we’re having a baby in six months.”

That is not a part of the script.

TADAAAA✨✨✨✨

@vvkan

#fromphoetou #batfam #baby damian wayne #damian wayne #jason todd #bruce wayne #talia al ghul #al ghul family #I say first “official” entry because my first one was a sneak peek but I forgot to clarify #writing #dc comics #Also yes I did switch from past to present tense halfway through ignore that tho

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cellsshapedlikestars · 6 months

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Don’t worry about answering this is you don’t want to. I know you don’t like fandom wank. But, if you feel like it, do you think someone could make those endpoints work? Bran as king and Jon at the Wall even though there’s a big old hole in it and Dany deliberately burning King’s Landing before Jon or Arya kills her, is that an ending any writer, no matter their skill, could sell to the hardcore fans? I don’t think the fandom would accept it even if GRRM wrote it.

lololol I deleted my post already anon, so for those of you who didn't read it - I was once again whining about how d&d fucked up the last bunch of seasons and every character. it's not a new take, just something I was high thinking in the shower, so I deleted it bc it wasn't productive.

But I'll answer this, because I think it's interesting.

In short - no.

(Beneath the cut for a longer explanation and just a whole bunch of my ranty thoughts. pls remember I am no asoiaf scholar and I haven't studied every aspect of the books or read every meta. These are just my opinions.)

Longer - at this point, too much time has gone by, there is literally no way George can please... probably even half of his fanbase, no matter what he does. From what I can tell, the fandom too divided and there's so much hatred between stan groups (which I do find ridiculous, but it is what it is). People have cemented their own ending in their heads after decades of the fandom existing without an official ending, and I can see a lot of them not liking that they're wrong. Some people have spent 30 years with their theories, it's sunk cost fallacy. Case in point, the show ending being written off as fanfiction by a lot of fans.

which, tangent, I get. I GET why d stans don't believe the ending, because it was so poorly executed. I truly do understand their denial, because the show gaslit the audience for soooooo long that she was the girlboss hero and then seemed to do a 180 at the end. What was that post I just reblogged the other day? I don't hate villains, I hate when the narrative tries to convince you the bad person is actually good.

now, you asked if anyone could make those endpoints work, but I don't actually think most of them are the real endpoints? I think they were D&D giving up and not trying, or going for Shock Value™. But for fun, I'm gonna go by endpoints I think are most to least likely, and my thoughts on how they could happen and how D&D fucked them up.

Bran as king: Confirmed by grrm. How he'll make this work, I have no idea. I genuinely didn't see it coming tbh. I thought the "bittersweet" ending would be Jon being forced to take the crown in KL. like it's a good ending for everyone else, but for him it's misery. I'm sure grrm has his plans, and I'd be interested to see how he pulls it off. This end point does not disappoint me and I'm not mad at being wrong, but I can see a HUGE swath of people HATING it. specifically D stans.

D&D blew this hard. They cut Bran out of an entire season, making him seem to the audience like a lesser character and not important. They made him a robot. Why am I rooting for show!Bran? Also, I will never, ever get over that line - who has a better story than Bran the Broken? I don't know Tyrion, literally everyone else?? JON DIED AND CAME BACK TO LIFE. ahem.

(as far as I'm aware, Bran as king is the only ending grrm has confirmed?? correct me if I'm wrong.)

D as the big bad: I guess grrm hasn't officially confirmed this, but... he's sort of confirmed it, riiiiight? He compared dragons to nuclear weapons. The show has her as the villain (poorly executed or not). When I gave hotd a shot, literally the opening lines were about the Targs bringing themselves down immediately after name dropping her. Seems pretty solid to me. D&D just refused to commit to her villain arc because they didn't want to alienate their audience that they'd gaslit into thinking she was the hero, and they were seemingly obsessed with Shock Value™ twists.

Dany burning KL: I think the burning of KL is going to happen, and it seems like Dany is the only one to really do it? Unclear how it will happen, I'm sure people have theories. What the show didn't have was Aegon, so who knows how he'll factor in.

Arya sailing west: I think there's a lot of foreshadowing for it. It fits her nature. I think this is very likely to happen and I guess D&D handled it ok. They did ruin her character, though, by making her a literal mass murderer. But yayyyyyy feminism I guess.

Theon sacrificing himself for Bran: Theon's was the only arc I think the show did well. They ruined it at the end by having Theon literally throw himself onto the Night King's sword, which was so fucking stupid, but the arc itself is poignant and fits his character. While he can't ever redeem himself to Robb, he can redeem himself to Robb's siblings, and considering he once pretended to kill Bran, I think this is solid.

Cersei and Jaime dying together: this was my theory even before the show ending, and I think it fits their characters. They cannot live without each other, no matter if they hate each other. They're too deeply entwined in each other. Now, I personally wanted Cersei to be taken captive and put in the black cells to be publicly burned later, and then Jaime shows up and mercy kills her and then himself bc he can't live without her.

But I guess getting bonked on the head by some avoidable rocks is also a way to do it

Sansa as QitN: I'll be honest and say I hated this ending because she ended up alone. Sansa, who has wanted nothing more than family and safety since book 1, ends up completely alone. Even Brienne, her sworn shield, leaves her. but she's a queen, so yayyyy feminism I guess.

I can see her as queen, but I can also see her ending up as queen regent for Rickon, because I'm not totally convinced Rickon dies? like in the show he just randomly shows up and gets captured by Ramsay and it just feels like that isn't his arc in the books. Maybe I'm wrong. But I could see D&D having the endpoint of Sansa as regent, but they killed Rickon off already for Shock Value™, and so they went oops! and made her queen.

Now, there is a part of me that thinks she will not be queen or queen regent, because how does one break off and declare independence from their own brother? Feels like that would destabilize his rule and not give people much faith in him. It just seems really strange to me, but I guess it could happen, since Northern Independence is such a huge theme and it would be weird if it didn't happen?? Does Bran just let her secede? And it doesn't make Dorne or the Iron Islands try.... That's the part in the show that literally did not make sense to me. Sansa was like bye, I'm taking the north, and no one else spoke up about that.

I'd be totally fine with her as queen (if she has someone!!) but I can see a gooooood chunk of the fandom absolutely hating this. surprise.

Brienne as Kingsguard: while I like it for narrative purposes, because she deserves it, I just can't see her leaving Sansa, if she becomes as close to Sansa as she does on the show? If Sansa is queen, I could see her as Sansa's Queensguard. But what does she have in KL? The south didn't ever respect her, why would she want to go back. I think D&D put this in so they could have the ending shot of her writing in the book about Jaime for the shippers

Jon at the Wall: the only reason he went to the Wall in the show was because Grey Worm demanded it? And then left. So. You know, real enforceable. So stupid. Genuinely the worst writing of all the endings, I think, the logic made zero sense there. Now, that could be because they'd written themselves into a corner, but knew Jon ended up at the Wall, and had to force it?

But to me, it's like - what was the point of his resurrection, then? In the show, he doesn't even kill the Night King (we'll get to that). He kills D, sure, but... He's also the reason she succeeds in Westeros to begin with. So what, he gets resurrected, causes havoc, fixes the havoc he caused, and then is sent away to a Wall that serves no purpose anymore? WHAT PURPOSE DOES THE WALL SERVE. The Others are defeated, there's a big ol' hole in it, and they've allied with the Free Folk to an extent. How does the Watch continue on?

I guess he could self-banish. I know the show sort of makes the implication that he goes off with the Free Folk, but in the books, he doesn't really like FF culture? He's appalled by a lot of the violence in it. I can't see him wanting to live that way.

Brai.me: don't get me wrong, I like Brai.me. I think it's cute, in fanon. In canon, I think Brienne is too good for him. I don't see their relationship going romantic or sexual. I think Brienne is who Jaime desperately wants to be (but Cersei is who he keeps being pulled back to). Them having sex was 100% for the shippers

Jo/ner.ys: I'm putting all the punctuation in that. don't need them finding me somehow. Anyway. I don't think this happens, at least not as a true romance. They're on opposite continents and there's not a ton of time left, but more than that - and I know I've said this before - I can't see Jon "hates seeing people burned alive" Snow falling in love with D "loves to burn people alive" T. Could it be a political thing? Maybe, but I also could see her having an alliance with Aegon.

I think there's 2 possible reasons for this being in the show and presented as an actual romance. 1) it was supposed to be that pol!Jon theory, but they chickened out (same with jonsa & a love triangle, I think they chickened out bc of the incest. I think now with hotd being incest central and fans loving it, they wouldn't balk anymore). 2) just the spectacle of it? people have been theorizing this for years, why not give it to them? see above, brai.me

Tyrion as Hand: bleh. I know the fandom loves him and he was clearly D&D's fave, but grrm has said Tyrion is the most morally gray character, and I can't see him letting Tyrion get everything he's always wanted, you know? People think asoiaf is grimdark, but I can't imagine grrm punishing Jon with banishment while giving Tyrion a cushy position with lots of power.

I've read the theory that Tyrion ends up at the Wall, which I like thematically, but again, WHAT PURPOSE DOES THE WALL SERVE. Is it just a penal colony at that point?? someone smarter than me, tell me.

Grey Worm & Missandei condoning/encouraging D: hated it. Take the only characters of color to have speaking lines (i'm 99% sure) in the last season and turn them vengeful and murderous (especially grey worm). Throw their characters under the bus to absolve D of blame

Arya killing the Night King: no. he doesn't exist in the books, first, and even in the show it made zero narrative sense. It was just a Shock Value™ twist. You thought it was gonna be hero Jon, hmmmmmm? WRONG. I've said it on here before, but my hope is that it's Sam that brings down the Others in the book somehow.

Did I forget anything, anon? This probably veered wildly from the point of the ask, but oh well, it was fun. (I had a jonsa section in here at first, but then I remembered this is show canon ending stuff and that was not canon sorry fellow jonsas. I obvioulsy want it to be the ending bc the shipper brainrot is real, buuuuuut...)

#cellsshapedlikeasks #my thoughts are probably very disorganized #and this is rambling #oh well

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anxiety really is so senseless. i was still in pain probably even more when i got to uni so i didnt go straight to the building w/ my class bc idont usually anyways n i wasnt sure if i was gonna skip class anyways. but i was feeling so ill even if i skipped i likely wldnt hv done anything productive so i went late. n the joy the new teacher wasnt there she was running late. so the regular old teacher had us discuss in pairs as he usually does n oh the person im most comfy speaking with was there so we discussed n like it was good on my part i mean not fluent but a lot better than my stumbling n blanking out and i had ideas and was able to respond to her and it was an actual convo. now while we are discussing in pairs the regular teacher joins each pair to discuss w/ them hear their ideas make corrections etc it's all chill. he was coming by our pair last. oh no longer joy like 20 mins b4 class ends n right as he wldve come by us the new teacher walks in. there were two remaining pairs he took the other set and left her with us. instantly i became closed in i cldnt look up started fidgeting cldnt speak cldnt think. my 'fluid' 'elaborate' responses from b4 became short and with pauses where i blanked. i felt so bad bc it was so obvi n i cldnt look at her at all. n it was like none of tht was intentional i felt so stupid god. and worse yet my pair was getting along with her so well so she ended up just mostly looking at her tho still adressing us as ustedes and i managed once to offer up a short not asked for comment tht was relevant to the discussion sigh. then she saw my socks bc yh i wear colourful socks n she said she liked them n i felt worse bc i cld just mumble thank you sigh. ugh. whatever im not going next week bc i wont be at uni so it's fine. it's just ugh like ppl are always like just speak just do this just do that. ANXIETY IS NOT THAT FUCKING EASY DIPSHIT! and it feels stupid being aware n feeling your body and brain go thru these changes suddenly and not be able to do anything about it like sigh. and it's literally just like she's new and i didnt expect tht so it caught me off guard last week and then she went on to embarrass me in front of everyone so like now there's def anxiety abt tht encounter. but it's still like i just need some time to get accustomed to her. after taking so long to get accustomed to the class with the old teacher yk. like yh hving a brain tht works differently than the situational norm is frustrating fr. and she's also the type of teacher tht makes me anxious bc she's very loud n expressive and jokey which is nice n all but that's not me with my flat affect n takes too long to understand the joke or not realize or react as expected when smth is directed at me in a light hearted jokey manner. which makes me feel worse n like i am notably putting a damper on the class even tho it's not intentional it's just who i am. it's not to say i dont appreciate the atmosphere i just cant participate in it sigh. whatever.

#cloud nonsense

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deathon1leg · 2 years

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i can sympathize with mike hate and i honestly used to be a bit of a mike hater myself but pls remember that:

this is an actual 14 year old. like... this is a freshman in high school. i’m not sure anyone would consider their 14 year old self to be a good person tbh

this kid is probably going through HEAVY comphet and internalized homophobia all the while juggling having a girlfriend he doesn’t love the way he’s supposed to, AND a male lifelong best friend he’s in love with who he’a afraid he’s losing

both of these are combined with being retraumatized year after year and having the literal weight of the world on his shoulders

and i know most of us are hating on him affectionately but this is aimed toward those who are like... actually villianing him. yes i know mike’s not real but i’ll defend him anyway because he deserves to have someone stick up for him

in my opinion (if they do right by him in s5) this isn’t character assassination—these are the effects of a person having gone through hell and back, then back into hell again, then rinse and repeat. he’s trying to act as normal as possible through this and in the middle of experiencing life-changing realizations about himself. he is so young and he is GOING THROUGH IT!!

it’s not okay for mike to treat el the way he’s been treating her, or blame others for his problems, or lie and gaslight people—that’s obviously not okay and i’m not defending those things. i’m pointing out that he’s not just doing these things for the hell of it. he hasn’t just suddenly and mysteriously turned into an asshole, this is the build up of so many things happening to him over the span of a few years during a crucial time period of growing up.

you could argue that all the other main characters have been through almost the same things and haven’t had anything like the personality changes mike had between s2-s3, but everyone’s different! no single person in group of people is gonna handle one situation the same way. also, and i know this is a bit of a reach, you’d kinda be indirectly implying that mike’s particular reaction to his trauma is wrong and he should act more like the other traumatized ones. that they’re doing the whole “having trauma” thing “correctly” and he’s not. /nm

i know that sounds dramatic but that’s the main takeaway i get when people compare his behavior to the others to show that they’re better than him. i think we should cut him some slack. he’s not an entirely different person than he was before, he’s the same person (teenager!) who just so happens to have gone through, and is currently going through, a lot of shit.

i would be defending any of the other characters the same way if they suddenly seemed to have a negative shift in personality because they’re all going through a lot of shit, but even then (as far as we’re aware) none of the others are coming to terms with being queer and in love with their best friend while having a girlfriend. of course, will is queer and in love with mike, but he doesn’t have the added stress and conflict of also having a long term gf and he seems a lot further down the path of accepting himself than mike is/seems to have been aware of it for a lot longer.

if the suffer bros end up not making mike queer then a lot of his behavior could very well be simple assholery. it could very well be that they fumbled the ball on his character, but that still doesn’t take away from everything else that’s happened to him. if they DO make him queer and do him justice in s5 he could be a really good example of a multifaceted (a.k.a realistic) character whose morality isn’t black and white. he’s complicated and he makes bad decisions but that doesn’t mean he’s a villain or the product of bad writing, it means he’s a regular human being.

i hope for everyone’s sake that he can figure out and accept himself, go see a therapist regularly, and get the guy of his dreams once he’s emotionally/mentally ready for it!!

tl;dr: mike hasn’t just randomly turned into a piece of shit—he’s just pubescent, queer, in love, and really going through it.

maybe it’s because i, too, was once pubescent, queer, and going through it, but i feel for him.

it might seem weird to some that i’m defending a fake guy so hard, and i get it, but i love my fake guy and have a special interest in analyzing my various fake guys. and a lot of this is about the principles of what people are criticizing, not just the character.

i apologize if this sounds rude or preachy, i struggle with using the right tone both irl and in text. i just want to stick up for my relatable queer fictional teenager. hope u had a good read <3

#stranger things #mike wheeler #byler #stranger things spoilers #byler meta #stranger things meta #mike wheeler i know what you are #you are going through it #and also you’re queer #this has been sitting in my drafts for a few days. didn’t know if i should post it #stranger things analysis

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perfectlullabies · 1 year

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I wanna hear more about ur fixation but I require drama in order to pay attention, so pls tell me about any barbie lines or dolls or mattel products that make u MAD or that u think just suck

sweet baby jesus, what an excellent ask to occupy my mind with rn !! i feel like it's gonna be a long essay so my apologies in advance

luckily for u, i do have DRAMA to share. first of all, even ppl who don't buy/collect dolls are aware that mattel quality has plummeted like FUCK in the last 10 years or so. it feels like they're producing dolls out of spite, because they got used to it. there are several new doll lines that are worth buying such as barbie extra/extra fancy (7 of which i got recently) and barbie cutie reveal (they all have original fashions, good quality face prints and articulation - u can actually move their hands and legs (wow.) but that's...it. even though i'm quite fond of the new basic play dolls, i still don't think their quality is good (i'm ok with them bc they're mostly rather cheap)

second of all, i hate how these days the og blonde barbie doll has THE SAME FACE PRINT, ALWAYS. what's the point of making the same doll over and over? all the sets with the houses, cars and wardrobes are insanely expensive and they all come with the same doll that looks so cheap and childish. i go into the store and there are 60 different barbies but if u just take one closer look at them they're all the same. i feel rage

third of all, some of the lines are just utter, utter shit. for example the whole dreamtopia line with the fairies and princesses. they are expensive and the quality is horrendous. i can't even picture a child who would want to play with them. i love a point one of my favourite doll collector youtubers brought up - kids these days don't play with dolls like they used to and they don't keep them for years. these days they get a doll, play with it for a week or two and then it's Out and not fun to play with anymore. i can see it happen. they're so boring. in most cases u can't even change their clothes bc they've got printed on body suits or something like that. EVEN PLASTIC HAIR. unforgivable

when i see the amount of blue/pink/purple colours in new dolls i literally just . ugh. like i understand they're not collectible and they're meant for young kids but there is no alternative for older kids or collectors. don't even get me started on colour reveal barbie dolls. the ones that u put into water and they come out all colourful, terribly tacky with awful printed on clothes. BLEH

i also feel bad abt the fact my scene dolls are no longer being produced. such a shame, they were excellent dolls. thankfully i've got a rather big collection :-)

well...all in all i'm a sucker for barbie but i won't spend my money on just abt any kind of shite. i'm mostly looking for vintage barbies these days esp from late 90s and early 2000s which imo was the best era for barbie. still, i do love barbie extra and cutie reveal. i just wish the good old times were back, esp since it's not Easy to get vintage barbies in poland !!

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RWBY Vol9 Ep2 Review

I’m gonna say this right now, and maybe my opinion on this will change by the end. At the rate this is going, I kinda hope we’re in this place for two volumes. It’s a complex feeling but more on that later.

You know I was one of those people who kinda missed how Lindsay Jones voiced Ruby in earlier volumes; it’s a real double edged sword that we’re getting a little bit of that because Ruby’s depressed. 💀

Strangely enough, this volume feels more whimsical than its been in a very long time. Not just in setting, but a bit of dialogue and the way they’re making them move. RWBY honestly feels like it’s acting more anime than it’s ever been in this regard. Though I’m sure part of the reason for this is because of the state of their production. I don’t dislike it but it’s definitely odd given the circumstances. The characters so far look the best they ever had though.

Very happy Weiss talked about having no home and saying “we didn’t handle right at all.” She even goes as far as to say hopefully their friends overcame the chaos of the situation and her team’s performance. I wish this conversation was a little longer and I absolutely wish Blake and Yang were included. If I have one fear it’s that the show keeps cutting them out of important moments like this in favor of honeymoon moments.

This is just a really good moment.

Didn’t take too many pictures of the auction but it’s definitely worth mentioning that it’s pretty interesting Yang was asked what is love and she had no answer. She didn’t even begin to formulate one. Also, this volume has given her back some of her carefree and happy demeanor, which makes sense considering she thought she was dead and alone; anyone would perk up after realizing that’s not it, but she also feels in a certain way…less mature? Like she was very quick to just try the most destructive way to solve the problem in a way not even Vol1 Yang wouldn’t do outright.

Perhaps that’s the point, making each RWBY character personify a part of Alex’s (Alice) flaws in the book that leads to the consequences for the book to progress

I’m shocked how quickly Ruby gave up the sword. I feel like she might definitely blow up somehow. The team is kinda checking in on her and aware she’s upset, but so far it feels like all of them aren’t trying to go too deep. Like there’s a scene where there’s a little laughter and jokes going on and Ruby is just staring at the sword. My hope is it’s highlighting that none are exactly on the same page.

Ruby being sad makes it rain. Hopefully all of them will pick up on that before a full blown storm happens. The episode ends with them trying to see the Red Prince, is what I assume his name will be. I’m definitely intrigued in where this goes.

Definitely sorting my feelings about all of this, it feels as if the show is giving me what I want, but only surface layer before running off to the next point and I’m going “wait we just started talking. 😅”

Also, this isn’t a gripe or anything, and I’m sure this is a hindsight moment, but I do find it a little strange they had Oscar mention this book last volume, and not someone who was going to fall. Granted, we know Ruby and Yang were read bedtime stories and Blake loves reading; I can even see why Weiss has heard of it, but I did find it a little strange when they all basically went “Oh yeah of course we know all about this book.” Like…sure? That’s fine, I guess it only feels strange because at no point was this ever brought up.

I wouldn’t even need much. We were in Weiss’s house and three of them were together waiting for Penny to wake up. Ruby could’ve saw it on a bookshelf and grabbed it; surprised that a household so far removed from her life style had a story Yang and Summer read to her. Blake mentions she likes that book and Weiss does her Weiss thing by saying “You do know a rich child still a child, right? Even Winter grew up reading that.” All while Ruby is too busy thinking about her own sister, and we transition to being stuck in the tundra.

(I don’t know why I made this whole scenario. I swear it doesn’t actually bug me in the grand scheme of things. 😂)

#rwby #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 9 #rwby review

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Fictober '19 Prompts No. 17 & 18 — "There is just something about [him]." / "Secrets? I love secrets."

Category: Original WIP: WASTE Rating: T Timeline: sometime during the book I guess CW: mature language Word Count: 952 Additional Notes: this was the first time I featured Mercury in my writing!!

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"Oh…shit."

The bad thing about using weapons that rely pretty solely on electric currents is that when you're fixing or performing general maintenance on them, one wrong move and your entire day is ruined. For me, however, that is true times, like, two, I think.

So why did I choose to use weapons that rely so heavily on electricity when I know damn well I have a computer wired throughout my brain? I'll wait for someone else to answer, ‘cause I'm dense as a black hole and I don't fucking know.

Three things happened when I jammed that precision screwdriver into the power supply of my whip—it was an accident but I don't think that makes me look any less like a dumbass here—I blacked out. Immediately. I was told later that I also spiked the screwdriver so hard across the room that if Adam had been standing two feet to the left it would've gone through his skull. Also, Adam had come to visit at that exact moment.

I don't know how long I was out but I woke up already fighting to stand up.

"Whoa, hold on a sec, Guetry," Adam was saying, I think. "You're smokin'."

"Nah, I'm quitting," I said, and my voice both sounded buzzy and did not come out of my mouth but rather a hole in my face I had no control over.

"Sit down." Adam took my arm and everything hurt so much. My fingers, my toes, my back, my front, my sides, my upside-down, between, under, and over. "Sit here. I'll be damned, how're you not dead? I'm gonna call emergency services—"

"No, no," I choked out, feeling myself dropping onto a chair and that was about it. "Scotty…Scotty, you there?"

He was not there, and I couldn't get a hold of him even after I managed to stop short-circuiting. Adam took care of me, made sure I didn't need emergency services after all, but it only occurred to me much too late that I no longer had an AI keeping my body functioning, and I further blacked out four more times before I finally woke up in a hospital bed with a headache that could've woken the dead.

Adam watched me from a chair in the corner of the room, arms folded. He lifted an eyebrow. "So. Got somethin' to tell me?"

My face was half-buried in a pillow and I was on my side, which meant that I had fluid somewhere that needed draining or whatever; I don't pretend to understand half the things that are wrong with me at any point and I definitely don't understand them in relation to Scotty and why I need him.

Speaking of which…half-consciously I reached up and used the pad of my middle finger to suss out the triangle etched into my temple. "S-Scotty..."

"That's kinda what I wanted to know about," Adam said. "You got an AI in your head?"

"Mm," I groaned, running a tired hand over my arm tattoo and taking care to avoid the burn scars. "He's…a secret."

Adam cocked his head, a strand of silky gray hair falling into his amber eyes.

Yeah, I swooned a bit. So what? I was hard-up. Leave me alone.

"Secret? I love secrets." His dimpled smile sucker punched me in the gut despite feeling like someone had already done that.

"Sorry," I breathed, grasping the rail of the bed and shutting my eyes before my other brain decided to push my limits. "He's the product of a bad time for me…I don't really…talk about him much to people I don't know on a deeply intimate basis." I paused for effect. "…Or aren't part of my team."

Adam laughed—a hearty, throaty laugh that squeezed my chest as if it came from me. "That it, huh? You tryin' that hard to get me on this quest with you? You won't even tell me 'bout it, Guetry."

"Can't. Not without your agreement to the contract. 'Sort policy."

When I opened my eyes again, Adam had leaned toward me, granting me a thoughtful stare. I stared right back, aware that all that stood between my nakedness and him was a blanket and a flimsy hospital gown. The way he smiled at me, though, could've leveled buildings. He exuded charisma and fortitude the likes of which I've only seen in one other person, but Adam's was…good. He felt…good.

"I get the feelin' it ain't in your nature to follow Consortium policy," he murmured.

I closed my eyes again and sighed. "Great, now I'm gonna have to explain my semi to the nurses. It's gonna be a whole ordeal..."

"I'll join you on one condition," Adam said, skyrocketing my hopes for the most frustrating millisecond of my life. "We gotta make a pit stop on Logoryt. I got…a loose end to tie up. It won't be too outta the way."

"We can work with that, I think." I tapped the nurses' call button with my knuckle.

…I think about Adam a lot. There is something about him. He's funny as hell and gorgeous and…he had a surprise or two on him I found out once we got closer that I cherished and lavished with affection. Made him even better in my eyes, even more beautiful.

I hope I get a chance to see him again. I really do, because the more that time goes on and our paths don't cross, I can't help but feel like I'm missing out on something amazing and real, and something I fucking deserve. The short time we had together, our summer fling I guess you could say, he made me happy.

And I know he'd never let me live any of this down.

#fp1 #WASTE #pair: Permanent Geometry #repost

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vinkunwildflowerqueen · 2 years

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Ask game for Fanfiction Writers. Questions: 9, 18, 28, 44, 47, 63, 73, 76, 77, 79, 89, 90, 94, 95, 96, 97. Sorry it's so long, I just wanna be like you with my writing. Love your writings. My personal Favorite is Come What May. I find it very deep. - Musical Obsessed Anon

Thank you so much! That's really nice of you to say :)

9. In an ideal world where you’re already super successful and published, would you want to see a TV or movie adaptation of your work? Why or why not?

I guess it would depend on this successful story I have hypothetically published, and also how much control I get over the adaptation. Do I get to help with casting and deciding what to cut/change/add?

Also, I feel like if I was involved in these decisions, I'd annoy a lot of people, because I'm not one of those "the character doesn't look like how I imagined them so now I'm mad" people.

Unless a physical feature, race, gender, sexual orientation whatever, is super essential to the plot, I don't really mind when they change things in adaptations. As long as the actor suits the character!

18. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

Most favourite- when people read it and have an emotional response.

Least favourite- trying to transfer a scene from how I see it in my head into words.

28. Handwritten notes or typed notes?

I have done both. The pro-side of typed notes is that I can't lose them, and I don't have to try and decipher my own handwriting.

The cons of typed notes is that being able to read them doesn't necessarily mean they're going to make sense when I read them back later.

(Cue me squinting at my screen- "E talks with G about life and biscuits"? What the hell does that mean?)

44. Any writing advice you want to share?

The Emotion Thesaurus

My favourite book for writing to help with showing emotions, not merely telling them.

I have it in both Kindle form and paperback, so it's always at hand.

47. What story are you most proud of?

Ohhh, this is tricky. So many, for so different reasons.

Even old fics that make me cringe somewhat now, there's always something to be proud of (look, sometimes I re-read Far Longer Than Forever, and I'm like... "where is the plot? What is the point of this?" but it was my first big multichap for the Wicked fandom, which is an achievement).

I think any fic where I've learned something from it is one I'm proud of.

63. What’s the best insult you’ve read in a fic?

Huh... you know, suddenly my brain has forgotten every single thing I've ever read.

73. How do you visualize scenes? Do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

Movie, at least as a starting point. Sometimes you start trying to describe the scene that you see in your head and then it unlocks a flow.

It depends on the scene, really.

76. What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?

Make them realistic, not cartoonish. Unless that is the vibe you're actually going for, of course.

Motivation is important- few people do something for no reason. There's always a reason (even if it only makes sense to them) and it always starts somewhere (but hopefully it's more grounded than 'this person was mean to me one time, so now I'm gonna destroy them').

77. How do you write kissing scenes?

Vaguely. Lol.

Look, I read and watch a lot of romance books/films and that helps.

You may not be aware of this, unless you look at my avatar here super close and are familiar with your LGBT flags, but I'm ace. So, kissing is not a thing I have personal experience with to write from.

So, books are my friends here. I don't know whether any of my kissing scenes are done especially well, but I'm yet to hear any complaints.

79. Are you an over-writer, under-writer, or just-right-er?

I have probably done all three at some stage, really. So I'm not sure how to answer that.

"Just right" is always the goal, but I don't know if I'm the one to determine where the finished product falls on that spectrum.

89. Sarcastic narrators: entertaining or overdone?

I think they can be entertaining if done right. I enjoy them, but it depends on the medium. The thing about sarcasm is that so much depends on tone, otherwise people miss it.

So, it can be hard to communicate.

But I am one who finds sarcastic humour funny. There's a reason why Chandler is my favourite character on Friends.

90. Do you notice your own voice in your writing style?

Yes, but mostly in a negative way... which I don't know how to explain.

94. Do you prefer dialogue or description?

Depends on the character. Some characters are really hard for me to write dialogue for (Frex and the Wizard come to mind), so in those cases description is much easier to write.

I think there has to be a fairly even balance of both, but I probably have a bit more description in there than dialogue.

95. Do you describe a character’s appearance all right away or in pieces?

With a canon character, I don't really explain their appearance much at all- because everyone knows what they look like (Fiyero probably has the most range across the fandom, depending on whether you're writing bookverse or musicalverse and which actor(s) you picture for him).

With OCs, I guess in pieces? But still kinda vaguely.

I always just remember all the Baby-Sitters Club books I read as a kid, and they always had chapter 2 or 3 where they just described every single character in detail. I always skipped that chapter.

96. romantic/social sideplots: interesting or irritating?

Depends on the story and how they're done.

There's a lot of movies that are more action or drama based that have a romantic sideplot and sometimes it is like "this adds absolutely nothing to the story". But at the same time, if you're telling a story about people's lives, they have to live their lives. And for a large part of the population, romance is a part of that.

So I want to say "interesting when done well, irritating when done badly".

97. Abstract or detailed romance scenes?

Depends on my mood, and what kind of romantic scene we're talking about.

A proposal? Love the detail.

Weddings can go either way for me. I've written both (more detailed than not probably).

Love confession, detail.

Full List Here

Thanks for all the questions, anon!

#asks #ask games

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December 14 - 2022

8:11 AM

Yesterday when I felt a little icky/worried I thought “Am I really gonna feel like this almost every day?” I literally can’t afford to, no one can live like this and be happy. I’ve gotten myself to a place where I’m a lot better than I was before but I still have a long way to go. I tend not to giga panic like I used to but the things I usually worry about are still ever present on my mind. Its still a small daily drain on everything I do. It takes effort every day to let go of these little feelings so I can know true peace.

9:08 AM

I think to strengthen my empathy towards others, I need to increase my empathy towards myself. I think I’ve been doing that naturally while dealing with my other problems but I should be able to do it better while being aware of it.

9:30 AM

I refuse to keep being late to work. I keep waking up and waiting to get hungry but sometimes I don’t in time. Then cooking takes longer than I think and suddenly I’m an hour+ passed the time I wanted to start. I don’t even think I can salvage it now unless I grab a poptart and eat it while I work.

Recap

This morning I was an hour and a half late to work. I had gotten stunlocked because mom called and told me a bunch of shit that went down at my little sister’s recital between her and my dad and how my dad wants to take custody of my niece in law who is a very misbehaved teen. He didn’t even talk to mom about it and she said she would pack up and leave if that happened and I don’t blame her. I just hate seeing how unstable this household is and being powerless to do anything about it. Its irritating to see such obvious problems but they don’t treat them as problems. Nothing seems wrong to them.

I got almost everything done I wanted to today, I just didn’t work out because I didn’t feel up to it. But I did commissions and even worked on projects when I was feeling like shit. This 6pm productive cutoff time I implemented has helped me be as productive as I’ve wanted to without completely draining me. Actually letting myself be done for the day at that time has been well needed.

My tummy hurt tonight but the kind that isn’t in my head. This was the occasional flare up. It kinda hurt and made it difficult to eat as much as I should but I ate what I could. Its still not over and I hope it doesn’t wake me up in the middle of the night.

I’ve gotten pretty good at not directly socializing with anyone for days at a time. I’d consider that a good thing because I know how miserable it was to not have any friends around and how lonely I felt. I’m eager to figure out why I have such trouble fulfilling my social needs with just anyone. I crave time with the people I really care about. I don’t know if I should expand who I care about or not. Experience tells me that at a certain point people expect time out of you and if you don’t give it to them then they assume you don’t like them anymore. I can’t keep up with many people like that, I get drained. I need friends that are okay with spending a few days apart but that seems rare.

#journal #diary

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Writing Story Collection Chapter 1 - Enter, Sandra Nantucket

Just so you're aware, this is all of my 0 draft version of chapter 1 (for the story collection project). The whole thing. So it's very long. buckle in lmao.

Sandra straightens her tie and checks her teeth on her Apple Watch. No eggs or bacon bits from this morning. Good. Maybe I should brush my teeth before eating, just to be sure. She looks over to the cameraman, cupping her hands over her eyes like a kid to block out the studio lights. "How much longer do we have? 5 Minutes?"

"More like 5 seconds," he replies, his tone like the verbal version of rolling his eyes.

"Shit."

Sandra straightens up one more time, as the live countdown slides to 0. As soon as the red dot flashes on, she switches into game mode.

"Good morning everyone, and welcome to Channel 17 News! Let's get started with the weather. Y'all are in for a treat--today's the nicest day of the week! We're going to see some bright, clear skies, high air quality, and a nice, moderate temperature of 70 degrees with low humidity. Now, this will be a summer day to remember. Next up, we have 'What's Happenin', the show where you can see all of the coolest stuff going on in the city! This has been Sandra Nantucket, with your daily news reports."

The red light dims to black, and Sandra does a big sigh.

The cameraman throws her a sly smile."Good work kid, I almost believed your enthusiasm."

"Well--if my acting almost went undetected to you, then the people at home definitely ate it up." Sandra scratches her ear. Her eyes are vacant as she checks her finger for crud.

As she starts to mentally leave the material plane, Zoe, the world's coolest production assistant, jubilantly rushes toward her.

Zoe whips out a handheld notepad and an expensive-looking felt-tip pen that smells of lavender. "Hello Ms. Nantucket, I'd love to get a head start on ordering lunch for everyone. What would you like? I'll be ordering from That Asian-American fusion place the team likes."

"Oh...can I get the Sichuan sandwich, please? And make sure it's extra spicy!" Sandra says, leaning in to watch Zoe write.

As soon as Zoe finishes writing, she turns heel and starts to dash off towards the exit. "You were the last order, so I'm gonna go place the call and pick it up! See ya!"

Sandra laughs and slips her a genuine smile. "Thanks for all that you do, Zo! Also, don't call me 'Ms.', it's weird! We're basically the same age, you don't have to be so formal!"

Zoe glances back to acknowledge Sandra, then bolts out of the door.

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The cafe is quiet, as people scroll through their phones, silently waiting for their food delivery angel. Some asswipe has their ringer on, so all Sandra can hear is the *click click click swoosh* over and over again. Looking to see who it is, she sees that it's the cameraman. Of course.

Even when he's quiet, he can find a way to be obnoxious. Okay, that's a little mean. Maybe I'm just hangry.

From the hall, the distinctive sound of rubber wheels rolling across linoleum can be heard. Everyone looks towards the door. Meal time. One of the other reporters rushes towards the door as the sound becomes more pronounced, and opens it, revealing Zoe. One arm is full of food bags, and another arm drags her cart that has the rest. That same jubilant expression rests on her face.

"I bring major sustenance to a starving crew! Come grab your bags, they're all labeled," she says, as people crowd around her.

Sandra grabs her food, gives Zoe a wink, and sits down. As she opens her bag, the spicy aroma dances around, finding its way to her nose. Breathing it all in, her mouth waters. opening the actual box with the food, steam rises; the kind that would fog her glasses up if she had them on instead of contacts. This is heaven. Sandra gets ready to take her first bite when she's interrupted by Grohl, one of the other reporters.

He slides up a chair to her table. "Hey, Sandy."

"Hi, GG." She mumbles, proceeding to continue her bite.

"Is it good?"

Sandra doesn't respond, only giving him a look.

"Well, I'm glad. Anyway, what're you doing this weekend?"

"I'm planning for a protest that I'm going to be speaking at this weekend," she responds, in between muffled bites.

Grohl raises his eyebrow. He leans in a little, and Sandra gets a whiff of his cologne. The strong scent does not mix well with her spicy sandwich. Great. This smell is gonna ruin my appetite.

Sandra swallows and wipes her mouth. "Would it be cool if I just ate? I like being able to have time to just...think every once in a while." She chucks him a soulless smile, adorned with bits of chicken and lettuce.

Grohl kisses his teeth. "Hmm. okay. Have fun, saving the world or...whatever. See ya." He drags the chair back and sits at one of the big group tables. Sandra hears murmurs; some stuff about kids, their favorite bars, and whatever plans Grohl was going to try and rope her into. Shit she couldn't care less about. She looks down at her watch.

12:47pm. Maybe I'll work from home for the rest of the day.

***

Sandra's rideshare stops a block away from her apartment complex. Thank God I finally made it home. "Thanks for the ride. Here you go." Sandra hands the driver some cash.

The driver reaches back, but stops himself. "You know you can tip through the app, right?" He's craning his neck, almost making eye contact, but not quite.

She nudges his hand with the bills. "Yeah, but I don't know if the app takes a cut, or how long it takes you to get the money. Also, who knows when you might need some cold hard cash."

"Fair enough. Thank you, I appreciate it." He takes the bills.

Sandra gets out of the car, and navigates to her apartment. As her door creaks open, a small tabby cat squeezes through, meows, and brushes against her leg.

"Oh Andie, you can't wait until I get inside? Come here," she says, bending down and picking her up. "Did you miss me?"

Andie climbs up her arm and perches on her shoulder. Fully opening the door and walking in, the smell of slightly incensed air combined with the pulpy, papery smell of newspaper takes residence in her nose-holes. Home, sweet home. She chucks down her bag, kicks off her shoes, and puts her arm out over the couch. Andie jumps down, and Sandra jumps over. The cushions give a little bit too much, and she has to wiggle a bit to get back upright.

She sees that Andie is just starting at her, tail waving. "Pretend you didn't see that."

Sandra grabs the remote and turns on the TV. It's on Channel 17. The TV plays the top headlines around the nation. Rising Gas prices...Inflation...

"Does anyone even watch this?"

Andie meows.

"That's what I thought," Sandra replies.

After a couple more depressing minutes of news reporting, an emergency broadcast icon hijacks the TV. Sandra wakes up, the droning of the TV becoming more obvious to her. A reporter appears on the screen; someone she doesn't recognize. The icon in the corner is the state emergency department. She decides to turn the volume up.

The reporter looks ahead, a solemn expression on his face. "The conflicts in the Northern part of the state have increased exponentially in the past handful of months."

Sandra responds. "No shit! Get on with it!"

The reporter continues. "We have just received word that some people who call themselves 'agents of peace' have been organizing as fronts to distract and weaken military presence, leaving it vulnerable to terrorist attacks."

The screen cuts to a video feed of a protest rally, in which the protesters are arguing with the military police, and then one of them kicks a riot shield. The video then goes fuzzy, and when it comes back, they are in open melee combat with one another. Another cut--many of the protesters are bagged and tagged.

Sandra stares in disbelief. A single salty tear falls into her agape mouth. Shit. I was there. I passed out masks and protective gear. I told everyone to run when shit started to hit the fan. And now, they're editing the footage to make it seem like we were the aggressors.

"This isn't all of the footage," the reporter says, with the footage cutting to the inside of the building. "While the rioters were outside distracting our brave military, the hand of truth, a terrorist organization led by a radical known only as SLASH, broke in and stole classified documents on other military encampments around the area. If you have any information on any of the rioters and soldiers, then you can reach out at the number on the screen."

Sandra has a pit in her stomach. She can feel the sweat under her armpits sticking to her shirt, and the tenseness of the muscles. Her heart is pumping so hard, she can feel it in her throat. This can't be happening. What happened to the people they captured? Will they be able to tell anyone what happened? Fuck. Fuuuuuck. No...

Andie meows, shocking Sandra out of her spiral. She starts pawing at her hand.

"You're right. I should calm down. Getting worked up like this doesn't change the situation."

Sandra stretches turns off the TV and gets up to take a shower. While showering, she has an epiphany. If I can prove that there's a trend upward of violence and retaliation, then I have nothing to worry about!

She hops out of the shower and goes to the dining table. Covered in scraps of paper, she wades through it to find clippings of similar reports. Violent outbursts of protesters claiming to be peaceful. The footage always follows the same structure. The protesters get heated, they attack the military police and are met with overwhelming force. She gathers all of the information that she can and puts it in a folder. I'll need this for tomorrow.

***

Sandra comes into work with a clip to her walk. She has determination in her eyes. Her stomach turns, a combination of excitement, fear, and anxiety. A potent mix. This has to go well. I can't screw this up.

She waves at the desk clerk and walks straight to the office of the owner of the station. On her way, people see her folder, bursting at the seams with her news clippings. Grohl makes some comments about how she looks, but she ignores them. She's on a mission. A woman in motion stays in motion.

Once she makes it to the boss's office, she's stopped by Zoe. "Hey, Ms.-Sandra! How are you?"

Sandra's eyes are fixed on the inside of the office. "Hi, Zo. Hey, I need to talk to Soule, so if you'll excuse me." Her voice is flat, almost robotic. She starts to reach for the door.

Zoe juts her body in between Sandra and the door, causing Sandra to look down, straight into Zoe's eyes. "Hi," she says, her voice wavering.

"Zoe. Please, This is important." Sandra can feel her determination waning. "I need to talk to him, like...now. Trust me, you won't get in trouble."

After a few intense seconds, Zoe moves out of the way. Sandra swings the office door open, guns blazing. "Soule, I have something I need to tell you!"

There's two suited-up, old dudes that turn around and stare. The only thing stronger than their looks of disbelief is their rustic cologne.

Soule looks like he's trying to hold back a laugh. "Sorry about this, fellas. Sandra--is everything all good? You sleeping okay?"

"Hey, 'fellas'," Sandra says, staring deeply into the eyes of the two men, "We need the room. It's a life or death emergency."

They look at Soule, then back at Sandra. Soule gestures them out of the room, and they reluctantly obey. "We'll continue this chat later! make a time on my calendar! Zoe will see you out!"

Zoe peeks her head into the room, then quickly ducks out once they all make eye contact with her.

"So, what did you want to talk about, Sandra? You know you have to make meetings, just like everyone else."

"I wouldn't be making a big deal out of something that isn't a big deal, okay? I came in here right now because I need to talk to you, right now." Sandra stands up, the bursting folder in her hands.

"What's all that?" Soule asks.

"It's evidence," she replies. "I'm sure you saw the news last night?"

Soule nods.

Sandra continues. "Well, they lied. I can prove it with these scraps." She places the folder on his desk and opens it up. "Look. All of these other situations had the exact same flow to them...like it was planned to be told in this way. Like writing an outline for an article."

Soule looks over the scraps. "Sandy, I see what you're saying, I really do, but this feels...circumstantial at best. You have no way to prove this!"

"I was hoping you'd say that!"

"You were?"

Sandra walks to the corner next to Soule's desk and plops down. Soule turns around to face her. "I've been a weatherwoman for way longer than I ever thought. I know that people need to know how many layers they'll need, but issues like these are the ones I really care about!" She wildly gestures to the scraps laid out over the desk. "I want to be able to explore the possibility of something that could go way deeper than just me and what I can do alone. I want to find and unearth real truth."

Soule smiles. "I'm still waiting for the ask."

"You're still impatient as ever." Sandra stands up and walks back to the front of his desk. She leans in. "Let me build a team, and we'll go out, hitting the ground, to get real accounts on what is happening."

"Hmm... You seem very passionate about this, and you've done a lot of work in this space. I like it. You know this is going to be a gamble, right?"

"So, does that mean you're going to let me do it?"

"Knowing you, you'd try to do it yourself anyway. At least like this, The station can reap the rewards if this turns out to be something."

"And if not?"

"Then you'll be dead, and I won't have to worry about you."

After a long silence, Soule starts historically laughing.

"You're a riot, Soule."

"Takes one to know, kid."

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glazonoidledmirror · 2 years

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arhvste · 3 years

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❝ the morning after ❞

ft : suna rintarō, sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu, kozume kenma, asahi azumane

warnings : sfw but suggestive - implied sex [night before]

SUNA RINTARŌ

-> sleeps in with you

-> neither of you are in a rush to get up and you’re both tired

-> he’s lazy but he has stamina and that’s evident from last night

-> around 11:30AM he’ll grunt at you signalling he’s awake

-> “oi, you awake?”

-> his voice is heavy with sleep and his hands are already looking for your body

-> eventually you’ll stir awake and find your bodies been shifted so you’re back in his arms

-> suna is naturally warm so his body heat is transferring onto you keeping you satisfied in his arms

-> “morning rin” you’ll mumble tiredly back at him

-> the second he hears your voice he’s got a lazy grin painted across his face

-> “wanna get up in a minute?” he’ll ask

-> what he means is he wants breakfast

-> but he’ll be the one cooking so don’t worry

-> he’ll slip his large t-shirt over you to keep you covered and carry you on his back downstairs before sitting you on the kitchen counter

-> lucky you, you get a nice view of his bare back whist he cooks

-> he’ll still be yawning and stretching whist he’s by the cooker but then he hisses slightly

-> why?

-> because you left some angry marks on his back last night >:(

-> “i’ll take care of those after breakfast”

-> your reassurance is cute because he doesn’t actually need treatment but the fact you’re willing to take care of him is precious to him

-> “you gonna take care of me yeah?”

-> pretty side glancing at you in his shirt

-> he wants to tease you, he really does

-> but he just can’t stop himself from losing himself in the sight of you sat on the kitchen counter with one of his shirts covering you while you tiredly rub your eyes

-> he’s so whipped

-> too whipped in fact because he loses concentration of everything else

-> “rin, you’ve seen me with and without this shirt many times now focus”

-> “nah, i like the view”

-> “and i like my eggs preferably not burnt.”

-> he looks down at the pan, and you’re right

-> “worth it”

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

-> he’s up early no matter what his late night activities were

-> and he would be up on his morning run right now but there’s something stopping him

-> you cutely curled up beside him in bed

-> you’re not even awake and yet you still have control over him

-> he just sighs and hopes you wake up soon so you can both shower together

-> although he loves making a mess with you, he loves cleaning it up better

-> he’s literally itching for a shower by the time you stir awake

-> see, he actually waits for you to wake up because he respects he wore you out last night

-> “good morning princex, shower?”

-> he’s already scooping you up from the bed before you even have a chance to respond

-> yourself and sakusa have a very spacious shower room

-> sakusa isn’t a fan of those tight little single showers so he made sure to purchase an apartment with nothing but the most luxurious bathroom layout and facilities

-> please, you even have one of those tile benches installed in the shower

-> and this is perfect because sakusa loves washing your hair for you

-> his fingers are perfect in your hair as he works in the products you use and throughly washes it after

-> he’s very gentle and after washing you down you do the same for him

-> pressing wet kisses along your shoulder blade and collarbone, he loves the feeling of your hands lathering soap across his body

-> he would argue that the activities the morning after were more enjoyable than the activities in the bedroom

-> but they’re both important to him in different ways

-> the soft mutters of “i love you” and “thank you” are exchanged between the two of you as he handled you gently

-> will carefully lead you out the bathroom and sit you down by the big vanity in your room before pulling out a hair dryer

-> the two of you take self care importantly and make sure to take care elf one another accordingly

-> mornings after with sakusa are slow but very intimate

MIYA ATSUMU

-> an early riser but will sleep in the next morning

-> he honestly just wants you close to him for as long as possible

-> he’ll joke about going for a morning round but really he just wants you cuddled up close to him

-> slow kisses always occur when it comes to mornings with him

-> he doesn’t care that it’s mid winter and the two of you are still naked

-> he’ll get his morning kisses one way or another so as soon as he stirs awake he’s trapped you in his arms so you can’t leave him

-> presses kisses along your shoulders and back as he waits for you to wake up

-> honestly, he’s just in love with you all over again

-> who allowed his s/o to be so perfect even first thing in the morning :(

-> “morning tsumu” makes him perk up everytime

-> “mornin’ doll”

-> doesn’t care how awake you are, the fact you’re speaking tells him you’re awake enough for a slow make out sesh before getting up

-> these types of kisses arent like the ones from the night before

-> they’re equally as special but they’re different

-> these kisses are slow and meaningful, he’s making sure you’re aware of how gentle he really can treat you

-> they’re a reminder that he does think you’re special and he does care and want to keep you safe

-> his love language is physical affection and he tells you he loves you through the long and slow kisses he forces you to crave more of

-> after a while you will tell him it’s time to get up though

-> he’ll whine but oblige and get up and out of the covers revealing a very naked atsumu

-> “like what ya see? we can always go for another round if ya-”

-> “get in the shower and i’ll see you downstairs for breakfast in 10.”

-> “yes angel :,)”

KOZUME KENMA

-> waking up at the same time as kenma is a blessing and a curse

-> he loves that he gets to wake up and see you at the same time you see him

-> but he’s also not prepared to be met with his naked s/o first thing in the morning

-> he won’t even look you in the eye

-> “kenma, are you okay?”

-> “you’re um naked”

-> “yes?”

-> “aren’t you cold or something maybe you should put something on”

-> “but just a few hours ago you were eating m-”

-> “JUST PUT SOMETHING ON!”

-> he’s so embarrassed but it’s only because you both know the effect you have over him

-> you just laugh and call him a baby

-> but maybe you should’ve just stayed naked because he’s even more flustered at the sight of you in his sweater

-> your naked body is under that :0

-> he wears that sweater when he streams too :0

-> scandalous >:)

-> “take it off.”

-> “but you just said t-”

-> “kitten please, you’re doing it on purpose”

-> he’s so flustered and it’s all your fault

-> he’s so worried he looks weird in front of you but honestly it’s cute seeing him so vulnerable

-> you just pull him back down under the covers to sleep for a little longer

-> and who is he is deny when you’re clinging to him in his sweater like that

-> looking down at your precious face too

-> how is he ever meant to say no to you

-> and honestly sleep sounds so desirable right now

-> maybe when he wakes up he’d be more prepared for the sight of you in his clothes

-> he’s just so in love with you and he loves and hates that you have this effect over him

-> but he’s glad that it’s you that has this effect on you and only you

ASAHI AZUMANE

-> you are not getting up early in the morning

-> actually, you’re not getting up at all because you ache

-> and it’s a pain because you wake up before him

-> so you’re just kinda sat there waiting for him to wake up

-> when he does wake up he’s met with a small smirk painted across your face

-> “morning?”

-> “i cant move”

-> “please don’t say it like that!”

-> he is so apologetic

-> he didn’t mean to hurt you and besides you were technically asking for it :(

-> but he will pamper you because he feels horrible

-> even if you tell him it’s okay he won’t listen and he will treat you the way he feels you should be

-> he’ll keep you in bed and go make you breakfast

-> any mail is brought up for you to read in bed

-> any water or coffee you require he will bring

-> “baby i’m not sick”

-> “but you can’t move and it’s my fault”

-> please dhsbdjebd

-> he will be like this for most of the day until you insist you feel better

-> constant apologises are given to you throughout the day despite the fact you promise you’re okay

-> he feels so bad oh :(

-> reassure him enough and he’ll start to believe you though

-> also reassure him it’s not his fault because he will be mentally taking note for the next time you guys ya know >:)

-> “why do you ask for it if you know it hurts the next morning”

-> and he has a point

-> “because it’s worth it”

-> that’s always your argument

-> and besides if that’s why you want from him at the time he won’t deprive you

-> you just have to promise to let him take care of you the next morning that’s all

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