#but now I really hope we focus anywhere else because even if the rest of the fights are boring
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So, the Todoroki side plot got thrown in the garbage this chapter...
The less problematic stuff, aka, Geten being a Himura--pointless and just an excuse to explain the ass pull Hori pulls with the actually relevant characters. I think it's a neat that it turns out the Himuras were just as, if not more into Eugenics type shit than Enji. But besides getting a bit more background on Rei's family Geten being a Himura isn't important at all and really didn't need to be included.
As for the rest--it's trash and ultimately could end up with the Todoroki subplot's theme endorsing abuse.
I've seen people defend Touya getting ice as a power up as it proving Enji wrong--proving that Touya was always good enough. Maybe that could have worked if his ice came out only once he was accepted by Enji and at peace, but instead it's the opposite. We are told a Quirk break through happen when people are put in life or death situations. Touya is getting his ice after burning himself into a black skeleton.
Touya getting ice does the following:
Makes Enji right about the Quirk marriage. He and Rei produced a perfect combo first try and later got a second.
Enji was wrong to stop training Touya when he started to burn himself, and instead he should have just dialed up the training and tortured him worse than Shoto because that's what would unlock his ability.
The narrative is essentially saying child abuse is good actually. Again, because Quirks only awaken like this if the person is under extreme duress, if Enji had kept training Touya, but in a way where he didn't burn himself that wouldn't have unlocked his ice. Touya would still be stuck with his handicap and unable to reach his full potential. He wouldn't have become the perfect combo. Enji being non-abusive wouldn't have solved this problem.
The only thing that would have made Touya what Enji wanted is if he'd abused him more physically. If he'd kept training Touya and forced him to burn himself to the bone. Essentially his abuse would be rewarded.
The story is saying that if Enji had just stuck with it, and ignored Touya's physical pain than he would have gotten exactly what he wanted. Yet, instead he stopped the training Touya because it was dangerous for him. He should have spent time in other ways, developed a relationship outside fighting, but that's not the message Hori sends with turn of events.
It also just ruins any growth Touya could have had. He no longer has to see beyond his Quirk. It robs him of realizing that his father should have loved him regardless of his Quirk and more about Enji not seeing him for the perfect boy he always could have been if his father had just set him on fire at four years old. Touya's no longer wrong about anything--his dad should have kept training him, he should have been beat the way Shoto was. If his dad really loved him he would have let Touya burn his skin off.
To me the way Hori has included this power up for Touya ruins the subplot. Whether Hori intended it of not, it's now possible to read it as supporting abuse and self harm. Your kid can't do a thing because they're disabled--keep making them, eventually, once you beat the shit out of them enough they'll be the perfect kid you always wanted. Can't do a thing because you're disabled and it hurts you--keep doing it, even to the point of full body break down because in the end you'll achieve your goal.
It's become "See dad, you should have loved me because I was perfect the entire time!" instead of "it doesn't matter what your kids can do, you should love them anyway".
#bnha 387#bnha critical#bnha spoilers#bnha#mha#idk this really rubs me the wrong way#and I feel bad because it feels like an over reaction#but it really does seem like it sends a bad message at this point#because Touya's power wouldn't have been unlocked by Enji being a good father#it only would have come out f he'd been abused the same way shoto was#and it makes Touya 100% right about keeping up his self harm#heck it's been pointed out by his fans that his aim is to kill himself right now#and he is going to be rewarded with the thing he always wanted by trying to commit suicide#that's not sending a good message#idk I'm just so disappointed#I wanted Hori to show Enji and Touya for weeks#but now I really hope we focus anywhere else because even if the rest of the fights are boring#they aren't saying child abuse and self harm are good solutions actually#and it's just sad because I know that's not what he wants the take away to be#but he accidentally did it anyway
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Feels Like Home [01]
Summary: When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.
Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader (unnamed OFC)
Warnings: Language
Word count: 2.7k
AN: Yes. Hi. Hello. Believe it or not but I started writing this fic because I desperately needed some good guy!Daniel being cute with kids in my life. The idea was just a short one shot. Ha. Who was I kidding? Because here we are, six months and nine chapters later... I really hope you like it, please come yell at me in the comments, on anon, or in my DMs about any and all things about this story you want to yell at me about. I probably deserve it. ♥
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There’s something about being here, on his farm outside of Perth, that he doesn’t experience anywhere else in the world. Not in Monaco, not in Los Angeles, not even in Austin, or Montana.
Because here- Here, he doesn’t have to be Daniel Ricciardo, Danny Ric, DR, or the Honey Badger. He doesn’t have to be a Formula One driver, an eight-time race winner, the most beloved driver on the grid, and the fan favourite. He doesn’t have to be Red Bull’s wild card, Renault’s saviour, or, most recently, McLaren’s scapegoat. Here, he is Daniel. And it’s enough.
Or, at least, it used to be.
Lately, there's been a yearning in his heart that he's unfamiliar with. Or he pretends to be anyway because he’s not ready to put it into words yet, not ready to speak into existence what he really wants from life. Afraid he'll jinx it if he does.
And so he keeps it to himself and lets his heart ache for something more in silence while the life he does know slowly keeps on falling apart around him.
***
Daniel rests his wrists on the handlebar of his dirt bike and lets out a breath he seems to have been holding in ever since he retired on lap forty-five of the Monza Grand Prix four days ago. Looking out over the valley below, he feels more grounded than he has in a long time and he hopes that the next two weeks will give him the peace he so desperately needs after the shitshow that has been his season so far.
The sun’s already low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the somewhat still barren trees and shrubs even though he can tell winter is slowly coming to an end from the sprouts of green that have started to grace the landscape with their presence. There’s a kookaburra laughing somewhere in the distance and he takes it as his cue to fire up his engine again for one last run around his dirt track before it gets too dark.
He knows technically he isn’t supposed to ride his bike during the season, knows technically McLaren could issue him a hefty fine for breaching his contract, but if they ever were to find out he figures they can just take it out of the settlement they’re due to pay him at the end of the year. He’s promised Zak he’ll do whatever it takes to score as many points as possible in the last six races but he also decided early on that he’s no longer going to let the team dictate what he can or cannot do in his time away from the track.
There’s a meeting tomorrow, with Blake and Michael, where they’ll try to figure out his future in Formula One. There have been a few offers, both from teams who want him as their second driver and from teams who want him to become their reserve driver, but he’s still undecided, not sure if he wants to settle for another midfield team or stay in Formula One without really being in Formula One.
By the time he completes his lap his head is somewhat empty, too busy instead to focus on keeping his bike under control and not ending up in the dirt. It’s almost dark now and so he opens the throttle wide and guns it home, a race against an invisible clock that, unlike this past season in Formula One, he wins every single time.
Once his bike is safely back in the shed he makes his way over to the house, hosing his boots down before he takes them off at the back door and leaves them to dry on the shoe rack his Dad made for him when he bought the farm. He changes out of his gear in the mud room, making a face when he takes his socks off and catches a whiff of the smell but laughing then because he remembers them smelling so much worse after a race in, oh let’s say, Singapore. With nothing but his boxer shorts on he steps into the kitchen and heads straight for the fridge, taking out an ice cold bottle of water. The sigh of relief when he rolls it against the back of his neck almost obscene. It might be winter but temperatures in western Australia are still as high as a beautiful spring day in Monaco.
It’s then the intercom rings and for a moment he debates ignoring it, not sure if he’s up for telling yet another local journo looking to make it big by trying to get an interview with ‘shunned McLaren driver Daniel Ricciardo’ that now really isn’t a good time and that any requests for interviews should be made through Blake anyway.
Plus, he gave his family and friends the access code to the gate when it was first installed, so he doubts any of them are waiting for him to open it, not in the least because they know better than to just show up without a text or call in advance.
In the end, his curiosity gets the better of him and so he walks over to where the control panel of his alarm system hangs in the living room and pushes the button needed to connect to whoever’s at the gate, “Hello?”
“Hi,” the screen comes on then, the black and white image showing a woman wearing a Stetson hat. She’s staring somewhere into the distance, her face obscured by the shadows the brim of her hat casts under the streetlight, but her voice comes through loud and clear, “Sorry to bother you this late-”
“It’s seven thirty,” he shoots back almost effortlessly.
“-but I wondered if I could maybe ask you to keep it down with the dirt biking a little?”
“I’m sorry, what?”
She looks up and into the camera then, pushing her hat a little higher so he can finally see her eyes, “It’s just- We’ve got a flock of alpacas over in Eagle's Nest and they tend to get a little jittery from all the noise. Especially when they try to settle in for the night and-”
“I’m sorry,“ he can’t help but grin, running a hand through his hair, “but I’m going to need a little more context here.”
She laughs and he thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard and so he’s a little distracted but then he sees her taking her hat off, revealing her face and- Fuck. She’s gorgeous. He watches her as she shakes her head, a smile tugging on the corners of her lips, “Shit, sorry. I probably should have given you a bit more to go on.” Putting her hat back on she straightens up and points to somewhere over her shoulder, “Your neighbour on that side, Oscar Linton? He’s my granddad. I think you know him, right?”
“Old man Linton!” He smiles and nods, “Of course I do.” When he first bought the farm he made sure to introduce himself to his neighbours and while he likes to think he has a good relationship with all three of them he’s always had a soft spot for the elderly man further up the road. So much so that he always makes sure to drop by for a chat whenever he finds himself back in Perth. It’s then he connects the dots and recognises her from some of the pictures Oscar has up in his living room. All of a sudden he feels guilty for not going to see his neighbour yet even though he has been home for two days already but maybe he can do that tomorrow or-
“He fell a few days ago-” her voice pulls him out of his thoughts unintentionally and his guilt triples in a matter of seconds. There’s a sad smile tugging on her lips which makes him prepare for the worst.
Surely they would have let him know if- He remembers the pile of unopened letters waiting for him on the kitchen counter then and curses quietly, “Shit.”
“He’s ok,” she’s quick to reassure him, as if she knows what he was thinking. “He spent a couple of nights in hospital and still has a long way to go but at least he’s home again.” She takes a deep breath, “They had to replace his hip and he’s got a broken wrist but,” she shrugs, “it could have been worse.”
It’s then the absurdity of the situation hits him, with him in his boxers in his living room and her on the other end of his kilometre-long driveway, talking into a metallic box. He shakes his head and pushes the button that opens the gate automatically, “I think maybe we shouldn’t have this conversation over an intercom. I could make you a cup of coffee if you want? Or something stronger? I make a mean-”
She bites her lip and seems to hesitate.
“Just a quick cuppa. It’s the neighbourly thing to do, right?”
He sees her nod, “Yeah, ok.”
He can’t help the grin that spreads across his face, “Happy days.”
***
The house is not at all how you expect it to be, much more modern and open-planned than any of the other farm houses in the area. The west-facing wall has been completely redone in glass panels, offering a stunning view of the valley and surrounding paddocks and you can’t help but admire the interior design of both the kitchen and the living room, which is masculine but still inviting. You wonder if he decorated the place himself or if he hired some interior designer to do it for him.
“Here you go,” Daniel, who told you ‘You can call me Dan’ when he greeted you at the door with a bright smile and an outstretched hand- offers you a cup of steaming hot coffee and motions for you to join him at the kitchen table. He’s wearing white sweatpants and a matching white sweater that look incredibly comfy and that make you want to wrap yourself around him and hang onto him like a koala bear. Wait. What?
You take your hat off to try and keep from ogling him, placing it on the chair next to you before you sit down and smile at him, “You know, all these years I thought you were called Danny Ric because that’s what Granddad keeps calling you. I’m not sure I can get used to Daniel.”
Daniel laughs, the laughter lines in the corners of his eyes even more prominent now, “Trust the old man to keep that gag going.” He shakes his head then, “I can’t believe he fell though.”
“Yeah,” you agree quietly, blowing into your coffee. “We’re lucky Mrs Mackenzie found him when she did or-” You let out a ragged breath and see him nod, his eyes kind, and it makes you continue, “His hip was completely shattered and his wrist is broken in three places so it’s going to take a while before he’s up and running again- I mean, if his new hip ever heals completely- He’s already seventy-eight so-” You hear yourself starting to ramble and so you fold your hands around your cup and try to calm down a little. You’re not even sure why you’re even telling him all of this, but he’s a friend of your granddad and so you figure he’s good people. “Mum and Dad wanted to come back from New Zealand to help out but-” you look up at Daniel and shrug, “I spent a lot of time on the farm as a kid, right until I left for uni, so it made much more sense for me to move in with him for the time being.”
“That’s a pretty big thing to do,” Daniel says with a kind smile, a warmth to his brown eyes that you can feel yourself get lost in. “You sure your family can miss you that long?”
You don’t really know what he’s getting at, whether he’s talking about your Mum and Dad or the husband and kids he thinks you might have left behind to come back to Mundaring, and you don’t really know you want to tell him your truth either, after all you’ve just met him, so in the end you shake your head and settle on an honest, “I’ve got everything I need right here.”
He eyes you suspiciously but doesn’t push it and instead he says, “If you’d have me I’d love to come over to see him some time. I’m still here for almost another two weeks and-”
“I’m sure he’d like that,” you offer with a smile. “He always tells me what a nice bloke you are.”
Daniel leans back in his chair and grins, spreading his arms, “Can’t say I blame him. I’m the best.”
“He says the same thing about the postie,” you tease with a casual shrug, “so don’t get too excited.”
“Ouch,” Daniel brings a hand to his chest, “that hurts.”
You pout, “So sad.”
“Very,” Daniel agrees quietly, trying his best to keep a straight face. He puts his arms on the table then and leans forward, “Before you stomp on my ego some more, why don’t you tell me the real reason you’re here. What’s up with that eagle’s nest over in some paddock?”
“Oof,” you pull a face and shake your head, “you were so close.” You can’t help but laugh when you see him pretend to be hurt at your comment. You take a sip of coffee before you explain, pointing in the general direction of your paddock, “Your dirt track borders Eagle's Nest, the paddock Granddad uses for the alpacas in September and October, and I guess normally it isn’t a problem because you usually aren’t home during this time of year but I heard you yesterday and today and-”
“Yeah, we had an unexpected three-week break this year so I figured-” Daniel waves his hand around for you to continue then.
“It’s just, we have three pregnant females this year and- I don’t know if you’re at all familiar with alpacas?”
He shakes his head, “I didn’t even know you guys had alpacas. Your granddad and I just tend to talk shit about Mrs Mackenzie and them over a cuppa but I've never really asked him about the farm to be honest."
You throw him a look, knowing all too well your granddad doesn’t drink coffee.
He quickly backs down, “Fine, I drink coffee, he drinks tea.”
“There you go,” you mouth with a wink. “Anyway, alpacas are basically scared of everything, even their own shadow, so you know, someone riding a dirt bike close by doesn’t really help with keeping them nice and calm during these last few weeks of their pregnancy.”
“Gotcha.”
“They’re usually out on the other side of the paddock during the day, so anything until five in the afternoon is fine” you offer, not wanting to deprive him of his hobby completely, “but we have their feeders and the shed they can hide in during the night out over in your corner, so-”
“You’re giving me a five pm curfew, basically,” he says with a raise of his eyebrows.
“Just until the end of October.” You bite your lip, “I’m sorry, it’s just-”
“Nah, no worries,” Daniel puts his hand on your forearm and gives it a squeeze to let you know he means it. “I’d do anything for old Oscar.” Then, with a grin he adds, “And his girls.”
You can’t help the heat that rises to your cheeks and try to hide it with a smile, “Thank you.”
He squeezes your arm again, “He’s gonna be fine by the way. He’s tough, that one.”
“Speaking of Granddad,” you risk a quick glance at your watch, letting you know it’s almost eight fifteen, “I should probably head back.” You push your chair back and grab your hat, putting it on as you tell Daniel, “Thank you for the coffee.”
“Anytime,” he says with a grin as he stands up as well, following you to the front door. “Tell him I’ll come by soon, ok?”
“Will do.” You turn around then and smile again, something about not getting your hopes up but doing so anyway when you ask, “I’ll see you around then?”
Daniel tips his imaginary hat, “Yes ma’am.”
#Daniel Ricciardo#F1 Fanfic#Daniel Ricciardo x reader#DR3#F1 Imagine#Harley Sunday x Daniel Ricciardo#Feels Like Home
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Back to You
Jonah Hauer-King x first person reader
Warnings: Angst, anxiety, nightmare/night terrors, not proof read
Chapter 7
I can focus on nothing but two things: the kiss Jonah and I shared earlier today and how tingly it made me feel inside. How it made my stomach quite literally flip. And the whole one bed debacle. Jonah quickly changed the subject once I was made aware of the situation, likely because it's not something that had to be dealt with right away, but for me, it's overpowering even the lovely dinner Jonah has taken me to.
I'm picking at my food, lost in thought. Jonah has said a few things, though I haven't paid much attention to them. I've smiled politely and nodded to cover my contribution to the conversation, but I have to admit I haven't been much of an active part of it. If this bothers Jonah, he doesn't let on. I roll a ravioli over before stabbing it and shoving it into my mouth. I should let him take the bed, right? I mean, he can't possibly sleep anywhere else. I scanned the room quickly before we came down to the hotel's quaint restaurant. I made note that there was no sofa, or futon or even a recliner. Just a bed. It'd be rude for me to assume that I'd get the bed automatically, but I have a feeling he'll suggest it. And even though I feel like Jonah's charms are starting to win me over, I still hope he doesn't assume that he'll hop into the same bed with me and sleep. I'm not there yet...I'm not at the place where I can feel his body up against mine for the entire night. Or wake up with his hand draped over my hip and my face pressed into his neck as I'm breathing his scent in with each sleepy inhale.
A loud clatter snaps me out of my thoughts, and I realize I let my fork slip out of my hands.
"You okay?" Jonah asks.
"Oh, yeah," I groan as I bend down to pick up my fork. I won't be using that anymore. I push my plate across the table a bit, a silent indication that I'm done with the food. "I'm just tired," I find myself admitting. I dread the words as soon as they come out. I really am tired, but I almost would like to put off going to bed as long as possible.
"I'm tired too," Jonah says as he stands. "Let's get to bed, I'd like to leave early in the morning so we can get to the cabin before nightfall tomorrow."
Maybe I won't sleep tonight. I'll stay up the whole night reading a book or something, and I'll sleep the rest of the car ride. We walk back up the fairytale like staircase, and Jonah lets us into the room. I step inside and I can practically feel my heart beating in my chest.
"I can get another room," Jonah says abruptly.
"What?" I spin around to look at him.
"You're nervous."
"No I'm not," I lie.
"You are, I can tell. You were pretty distracted at dinner and right now you're biting your nails like you always do when you're nervous."
I notice my finger in my mouth as soon as he says it. I quickly with draw it and Jonah's already turned around making his way to the door.
"No, no don't leave. I could never ask you to get another room, Jonah, don't be silly."
"I don't want you to be uncomfortable, y/n. You're never going to find your way back to me if you're in a constant state of stress and anxiety. This, whole thing is too much for you. I should have known. This was a terrible idea. I'm sorry, we'll go back tomorrow," Jonah says. He won't even make eye contact with me.
Jonah's hand is on the doorknob when I stop him. My hand is on his shoulder, and I feel him relax under my touch. I squeeze his shoulder gently and he turns around. He backs up until his back is flush with the wood of the door. He sighs loudly and gently thumps the back of his head against the door.
"Don't leave me," I whisper. "I'm nervous, about a lot of things. Yes. But that doesn't mean I want you to leave or get a new room. I want you here with me. Please don't leave."
Jonah is silent for a moment until he sighs again. "I'm sorry, y/n. I just..." he looks at me, his eyes bouncing back and forth between both of mine. I can tell he's feeling a thousand things at once right now, but can't or doesn't want to say them all, so all he says is, "I'm sorry."
I smile up at him. "There's nothing to forgive."
Then were silent. I want to hug him, but I'm unsure if that's a weird move. I don't want this night in this hotel to be anything that could give him the wrong idea. I'm attracted to him, but do I want a sexual relationship with him right now? I'm not sure that would be such a good idea. Not while I'm still trying to figure things out. Jonah is looking down at me and I can tell he's likely going through the same thought process as I am.
He clears his throat and says, "Right, so I guess we should sleep."
"Yeah, I guess so," I say, backing away from him like I wasn't just thinking about his body again.
I'm about to finally ask what this sleeping situation is going to look like when Jonah crosses the room to a corner close. He pulls out an extra pillow and a few blankets and plops them on the floor. I'm watching his every move, waiting for him to say something. He finally sees me watching and says, "No sofa, so I'll take the floor."
Instantly I feel like a massive weight as been lifted off of me. And even though there's relief, I can't help but feel bad. "No, you can't sleep on the floor. Take the bed, I can take the floor."
"You're joking?"
I shake my head.
"Y/n, I'm not letting you sleep on the floor when there's a perfectly good bed for you right here, look-" Jonah walks over and pulls the covers out and fluffs the pillow up. "Already for you."
"I can sleep on the floor, Jonah. You have to drive all day tomorrow, that wouldn't be fair."
Jonah lays out his blankets and puts his pillow against the dresser beside the bed. He lays down quite uncomfortably on the floor. "Sorry I couldn't hear you, I'm about to go to sleep."
"But-"
"Goodniiiiight," Jonah calls out before pulling the chain on the lamp.
I roll my eyes and semi-reluctantly get into the bed.
Jonah's POV
I'll do anything for Y/N, but I have to admit, this floor is probably the most uncomfortable floor I have ever slept on. I'm in and out of sleep for what feels like hours, but it's only been two. Y/n fell asleep almost instantly, and even though she's taken the bed, it doesn't look as if she's getting a good night's rest. Every now and then she'll groan in her sleep. She's almost constantly moving as if she can't get comfortable. I fight every urge I have to get up and hold her, to keep her still so she can rest comfortably.
I finally turn around on the floor and manage to get comfortable enough to doze off, but it doesn't last long. Y/n's blanket falls to the floor then she's screaming and thrashing about in her bed. I've seen her do this before. Many times before. Normally, I brush her hair out of her face, I hold her and calm her down with the pressure of my arms around her and my voice telling her she's okay and I love her. That I'd never let anything happen to her. But is that too much for her right now? If he wakes up from this night terror and sees me in bed with her, will she freak out? Will it erase every ounce of progress I've made with her so far.
Her back arches on the bed and she's crying. I can't let her suffer any longer for fear of her injuring herself. I climb over her on the bed. She shakes her head moving back and forth as if the movement will erase the terrible dream she must be having. I turn her towards me and pull her close. She shakes against me, still crying. She's sweaty from all of the thrashing she's been doing, her cheeks wet from her tears. I pull her damp hair off of her face and run my hand down the back of her head.
"Shhhh, my love, it's okay. You're okay. I've got you," I whisper. "I've got you, darling."
I feel her relax almost instantly. Her breaths are quick like a small child after a hard cry. The shaking and thrashing stops. I catch myself giving her small kisses to the top of her head and I don't have the will to stop. I can't tell if she's awake, but she holds me tighter. She laces a leg through mine and head fits perfectly in the crook of my neck. I run my hands down her back, one of her favorite ways I put her to sleep when she needs it. I love her so much I don't want to move from this bed. I'd stay here forever if it meant getting to hold her.
My soothing movements on her back get slower and slower until I find myself falling asleep. I know it's a bad idea, but this is my happy place, and I haven't rested peacefully since I've been away.
It's 04:15 when I wake up. Y/n is still tucked perfectly against my body. She's sleeping soundly and her breaths against my neck give me purpose. As ideal as this is, I should probably move before she wakes up. It was clear that she needed me earlier in the night, but she might not even remember it. Gently, I unwrap her arm from my waist and slide her leg out from under mine. I sit up and just as I'm about to lift myself off the bed, she grabs my hand.
"Don't go," she says, her voice barely a sleepy whisper. "Stay in bed with me."
God, I want to. I want nothing more. But half-asleep Y/n might differently than the y/n that'll be fully awake in a few hours.
"Go back to sleep, love," I force out.
She groans and turns back over. I smile and reluctantly crawl back onto the floor. I'm not sure if going back to sleep is still in the picture for me, but I know Y/n won't be up for a few more hours, especially after the episode she had earlier and-
My thoughts are cut off when I hear Y/n's footsteps on the hard floor. She walks around me and places herself on the floor next to me. Her back presses against my chest and stomach. I smell the vanilla and lilac shampoo in her hair. And her skin. God her skin. My hand instinctively wraps around her waist, and I pull her into me. I feel her ass press against me and pray that my body doesn't give away how badly I want her. Need her.
She's back asleep almost instantly. And this time I can't convince myself that sleeping with her like this is something she'll be mad about later. I listen to her breathing; how steady it is when she's sleeping next to me. They're hypnotizing and soothing. It's the perfectly lullaby.
And then I'm asleep. With her.
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i'm in loooooove with your a/b/o au it's so good !
so now we have a healthy mated marc who just looks like the loveliest and sexiest omega on god's green earth. how do you think the pack and vale (love me some possessive vale) would react seen him getting hit on by another alpha in the paddock ?
Hahahaha the mental image of this is hilarious to me because tiny sexy marc walks around basically Being Hot and Talented so obviously every alpha within 100km wants to rail him into next week, but fundamentally marc is, before all else, Down Bad for vale. Marc was literally going to let himself die rather than get mated to an alpha that wasn’t vale. He’s insaneeeee
So alphas are like ‘😎 I bet I can change his mind’ and strut up trying to be all sexy and cool and marc is like ‘oh [whatever thing you just said] sounds very cool but did you know that [something relating to vale or his pack]’ and alphas immediately go ‘ohhhhhh he’s crazy! I get it now’ and wander away
So the rest of the pack doesn’t really have time to react to marc getting hit on because alphas are very quick to realize they aren’t getting anywhere lolll
But let’s say that there was some uniquely thick alpha who wasn’t getting the picture:
Marc is being interviewed by some podcaster he doesn't recognize. They're on camera, sitting in two chairs in the middle of the paddock at the end of a long day. The interviewer is speaking Italian, and Marc is happy to show off how his skills has improved since joining the VR46 pack.
The interviewer is being a little familiar, though. He keeps touching Marc's arm, and complimenting his appearance instead of his riding, and Marc is starting to get a little uncomfortable. He pastes on his PR smile and tries to focus on his grammar as he responds to the questions.
Vale and Luca come upon the two, ready to leave the paddock in the evening. Marc had the interview on his calendar, so they knew they would have to wait on him a bit as he finishes up, but as soon as they see Marc they know. They can see Marc's PR smile that doesn't touch his eyes, and they see as the interviewer touches Marc's arm again.
Marc pulls his arm away and folds his hands in his lap, hoping the interviewer will get the message. His eyes flick up and meet Vale's for a moment before they return to the interviewer.
Vale takes a step forward without thinking, ready to go grab his mate and put the interviewer in his place. Luca stops him with a hand on his arm, tugging him back.
"They're on camera."
Vale growls. "So?"
"You don't want to be that alpha, do you? Marc can take care of himself. You can wait until the interviewer is done to go rip that guy a new one."
Vale growls, low in his throat, as they wrap the interview up. When the camera turns off and the interviewer holds his hand out to shake, Vale strides toward the two.
Luca follows closely behind, to keep Vale in check but also to check on his brother's mate. Marc can handle himself, but that doesn't mean he should have to deal with an alpha who oversteps his bounds.
Marc steps up to Vale and tucks his nose into his neck, scenting him and relaxing as he feels the safety of his alpha. Luca steps up next to him, and wraps him in a hug as Vale lets him go to turn to the interviewer.
Marc and Luca watch as Vale growls at the interviewer.
"Can you not see that he isn't interested?"
The interviewer rolls his eyes. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."
Vale growls again, stepping toward the interviewer. Despite his posturing, the interviewer takes a step back.
"You don't need to put your hands on an omega that isn't interested in you, especially one that is clearly mated. If you want to keep interviewing in MotoGP, you better keep yourself under control. There's no place for an alpha that can't control himself in this sport."
The interviewer seems to take that for the threat that it is. Vale isn't just any alpha; he's Valentino fucking Rossi, and if he doesn't want someone in the paddock he can easily make that happen.
The interviewer opens his mouth as if to respond, and Vale growls. It's not directed at Luca but it still makes a shiver run down his spine. The interviewer's eyes wide and seems to think better of responding. Instead, he turns to go to his cameraman and wrap up.
Vale turns to where Luca and Marc are observing.
"Oh, gross," Luca groans. He can clearly smell how aroused Marc is at Vale's little display. "You two can get your own ride back to the hotel."
Luca pulls out his phone to call Bezz as he beats a hasty retreat away from the grossly affectionate pair.
Marc smiles and steps toward Vale, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
"So... hotel?"
#marc and vale are so gross for each other#alphas still wanting to try to hit on him is lowkey valid though#marc is just that hot!!!#motogp ask#rosquez a/b/o au
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Undertaker, Ronald, Edward and Charles Grey comforting their gf who lost their young niece in an accident(my 9 year old niece was killed nearing 2 years ago when a driver fell asleep at the wheel and jumped the curb)
I'm so sorry for your loss, sweetheart :(
and I hope that this is in some way healing for you! it actually felt kind of healing for me too-
I remember when my ex's young niece (I can't remember how old she was, four or five maybe) was killed, it's been at least five or six years now, and while I was never that close with his family in general, I still do remember the times I was over at his house for the parties where a low of his family was there and I got to play with his niece and, even though we weren't very close, I still remember her tiny smile and laugh
may both those darling little angels rest in peace and be forever remembered ❤️
It just… makes him sick to think about, you know? For a child who had their whole life ahead of her, someone who had so many people who love her, to be taken out of the world in an instant, it’s unfair. He’s in shock from the news, not only for (Name) and her emotions, but also likely because he’d undoubtedly met her niece. Played with her, spoke to her, sang her songs, looked after her. Even if it wasn’t a long time since they met, he still had a bond with the little girl. There’s no way he’s leaving his beloved’s side, no matter what that means. He’ll hold her and do anything she needs him to do. He has no words of comfort to offer except for something that tastes hollow coming out of his mouth: “At least she’s not suffering anymore. She’s with God now, my love.” Whether or not that’s any solace depends on his S/O. Regardless, he’s here for her. He’s not going anywhere, and if she didn’t know before that she could count on him in times of extreme stress, she knows now that she can.
How, but…? He just saw (Niece) the other day. This isn’t right… it can’t have happened so quickly, can it? He gets hit harder with shock than his S/O, because he’s almost in denial that she’s gone. It’s no question that he’s been around that little girl, gently teasing her and impressing her with his fencing and things like that. Despite that she wasn’t his blood, she was close enough. His focus rapidly shifts from his own feelings to (Name)’s, because after all, this was her niece. She was closer to that child than he was, she spent more time with her. This must be devastating, so he makes sure he’s there for her. He makes sure Phipps and John and Ash can handle everything for Her Majesty, then Grey takes his darling home. If anyone so much as makes a comment that it was ‘only’ her niece (“be thankful it wasn’t your daughter or something, then you’d really be sad”), they’ll find themselves staring down his sword. Whatever she needs him to do, he’ll do it. No questions, no judgment, just support.
Fuckin’… that just ain’t right. It’s not. Everyone else can tell him till they’re blue in the face that the universe works in mysterious ways and all that shite, but that doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t think an aunt should have to bury her niece, or a mother her daughter. That little girl probably knew him as ‘Uncle Ronnie’, because he loves children and was very friendly with her. Although he might have kept his distance from (Name)’s family in general, because he doesn’t want to put them in danger just by being near them, he came around often enough to know (Niece); he’d always have a piece of candy in his pocket when he knew he’d be visiting his S/O, just in case (Niece) happened to be there too. It makes him angry and sad and he knows he shouldn’t be angry because it was an accident. He just sort of wants someone to blame. Having someone to blame makes it easier… only he knows it really doesn’t. He’ll actually go so far as to shirk his duties completely, (when usually he at least half-asses them) so that he can comfort (Name). He’s bad with comfort, though, so she’s… she’s got to tell him what she needs. If she does that, he’ll make it happen. This is just such a mess, he doesn’t want her to go to a dark place she can never come back from.
… Tragedy. Awful, Goddamn, bloody tragedy. That’s the only word for it that he can conjure up. That’s the only word that exists for something like this. Cases where he had to reap the soul of a child are those which are burned into his brain from his previous work, and burned in further are the children’s funerals he’s presided over in his current work. He hates it. The loss of a little one is something he feels so heavily, no matter who that child was. ‘There’s always a reason for these things,’ the higher-up Reapers would tell him, but he can’t believe that. He remembers (Niece) all too well, the way he would play with her and tell her jokes and sit in on her tea parties when his darling had her around. He tries so hard to be brave for her, whisking her to privacy and offering to her family that he’ll take care of everything for (Niece)’s funeral; no payment of any kind necessary. (He never takes any payment for the little ones, anyway.) And he makes sure to take care of everything, keeping his S/O fed and cleanly dressed and whatever else she needs. She’s going to be able to grieve in peace, dammit. At the same time… this is the inspiration behind his Bizarre Dolls, that grief, a perfect subject. Who would deserve to be brought back from death, if not a child whose life was taken too soon? He’s… simply not sure if he can bring himself to corrupt his precious (Name)’s beloved niece in that way.
#child death tw#twilightlover2007#Black Butler#Kuroshitsuji#Edward#Grey#Ronald#Undertaker#reaction#romantic#platonic#angst#hurt/comfort#UGHHHHHH my heart :'c#one hell of a queue
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As a fluff prompt, how abooout… villain likes to read and hero likes to borrow their books, but one day they both want to read the same one so they compromise and read it together :3
A Chapter Together
"This is weird," the villain muttered, grip tightening on their hot coffee mug as they glanced away. They had their throw blanket over their lap, coffee in hand, just like they usually did while reading.
What they didn't usually have was a hero right next to them.
"You're the one who suggested it," The hero pointed out with a slight chuckle.
"I wasn't expecting you to actually agree..." the villain muttered into the rim of their mug as they took another sip.
"Oh... so, it was sarcastic...?"
Well... it had been, up until they saw the way the hero lit up at the idea. And based on the way they deflated before them now, villain couldn't bring themselves to admit it. Okay, maybe not fully sarcastic, more of an "I'm going to pretend this is a joke because I don't think you'll agree but secretly I really hope you do," sort of situation.
"No no, it was just... never mind, are we going to read before my coffee goes cold?"
"What coffee?" The hero joked, "you've practically drank the whole thing already,"
Said criminal took another nervous sip, "You're right, I should probably go make-"
"Oh no you don't," the hero chided, slinging an arm around the villain's waist when they tried to flee to the kitchen. With one tug they pulled the villain back down onto the couch next to them. "I wanna see what happens next!"
The action landed the villain even closer to the hero than they'd been before. They could feel the other against them. They could feel the hero pull them closer.
The hero seemed oblivious.
"So, you finished chapter 8 right?" The hero asked, flipping through the pages.
"Yeah," the villain muttered, wrapping their blanket around their shoulders. As if the fabric cocoon would protect them.
"Okay," the hero replied, flipping to the page in question.
The second the villain's eyes landed on the page, they knew they weren't going to get any reading done. It was impossible to focus on the words while they were practically rested against the hero.
"Wait-, how am I supposed to know if you've finished the page or not?" the hero asked, turning their head to look at the other.
The villain's heart skipped a beat. Their faces were only inches apart and the hero didn't even seem slightly bothered.
"Why don't you just read it out loud?" the villain blurted out, looking down. Was it possible to feel like you wanted to be anywhere else, yet nowhere other than here at the same time?
"Oh, sure! I can do that!" The hero replied cheerily.
Ugh... why was that stupid smile so endearing? The criminal felt their heart flutter. They were going to break this coffee mug if they squeezed it any harder in a desperate attempt to keep their cool.
They didn't get any time to dwell on it though, as the hero began reading softly.
Their voice was calming, and despite the situation, the villain was surprised to find themselves slowly relaxing to the sound.
It was hard to focus on the words though, because the only thing the villain could think about was the fact the hero's arm still remained slung around their waist; comfortably, carelessly, hand resting against their side as if it were the most casual thing in the world.
But the hero remained seemingly oblivious, despite having to hold the book and turn the pages with one hand; it was as if they didn't register what they were doing.
Because surely, if they had registered the action, they wouldn't be doing it?
Suddenly the villain's entire body went statue still as they felt the hero's thumb mindlessly glide back and forth along their side. The criminal could swear they almost choked on their own heart.
"Are you okay?" The hero asked, snapping the other back to reality.
"I'm fine-" they managed. Somewhere in the back of their mind, they found themselves hoping the hero wouldn't notice their arm.
"You're shaking," the hero pointed out. Suddenly the arm around the villain pulled them closer, tucking them snug against the heros side, "are you cold?"
The opposite, actually. The criminal was fairly certain they were overheating.
"No- fine-" the villain choked, pretending to take a sip from their empty coffee cup, "keep reading... uhm-... please"
The hero gave them an unconvinced look, but shrugged and went back to the book in their hand.
Slowly, the villain started to relax again. This was okay, everything was okay. They weren't about to spontaneously combust, somehow.
If the hero noticed anything else, they didn't comment about it, opting to simply continue reading. They kept reading past chapters 9 and 10, completely absorbed in the story. It wasn't until they felt something gentle on their shoulder that they glanced over-
-only to find the villain sound asleep against them.
The hero chuckled quietly.
#writing#NOT A PR0MPT#Hero x villain#villain x hero#Heros and villains#heroes and villains#hero x villain snippet#hero#villain#hero x villain drabble#hero x villain snippets#snippet#ficlet#short story#snippets#my writing#my work#creative writing#Crewes writing#writers on tumblr#writblr#drabble#story#writer#writers of tumblr#stories#Crewe#fluff#cute#fluff snippet
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En Garde
D’Artagnan x Reader (The Musketeers)
Words: 949
Summary: A simple day of training with the man who’s stolen your heart.
Notes: I just thought the scenes where D’Artagnan trains Constance are so damn cute and I really wanted to write something with it because I’m obsessed with this show. I have longer pieces in the works, so I hope you guys enjoy!
More Musketeer Imagines coming soon: HERE
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His hands steadied you, holding you at the waist and keeping your position balanced. Warm breath tingled your ear. His lips couldn’t have been a whisper away from your lips. In any other situation, it would have detracted your focus. Here, though, it helped to clear your mind and keep your eye on the target before you.
“Now fire,” D’Artagnan whispered.
You pulled the trigger of the pistol and your arm jerked back. The glass bottle in front of you shattered, its clattering demolition accompanying the ring of your weapon and your squeal of excitement.
“I did it!” You cheered, throwing your arms around your handsome teacher.
“Careful, love,” he said, removing the pistol from your hand so you were no longer accidentally pointing it at the back of his leg. “I can’t help you practice if you blow my ankle off.”
Your smile turned sheepish, but even that couldn’t curb your enthusiasm. D’Artagnan smiled proudly and pulled you back into his arms. Despite the protests that might be made regarding him spending so much time with an unmarried woman- and teaching her fighting skills at that- it was worth any odd look just to see you beaming like you were.
“Perhaps we should call it a day,” D’Artagnan noted, looking up at the sky where the sun hovered just above the horizon.
“But you’ve been gone for days and you promised to help me practice my riposte,” you whined. Before he could make any objection to the late hour, you tugged slightly on the collar of his leather coat and pouted your lips just so.
“Now that’s just not fair,” he said and covered your lips with his own in a kiss that signaled he wasn’t going anywhere.
Should anyone else in Paris discover the Musketeer’s trainee had taken you on as a pupil of his own, there would be a terrific scandal. Should anyone in Paris also find out about your activities apart from the sword and pistol and you would be ruined.
And yet, in his arms with his lips fervently pecking across your neck, you didn’t care in the slightest if the king himself objected to your actions. D’Artagnan smirked against your skin and his hands found your waist again, only this time it was to urge you toward the door.
“Shall we take this inside?” He inquired, his words rumbling seductively along your collarbone. You ran a hand through his mane of dark hair, gently pulling his face upward.
“Not until you’ve helped me practice, sir,” you smirked.
Now it was his turn to pout. You gave him a definitive shake of the head and went to fetch your rapiers.
“I propose a wager,” you began, your smirk growing into a mischievous smile. “If I disarm you, you must help me with my offensive tactics for the rest of the evening.” You tossed him his sword.
D’Artagnan’s lips teased a grin and took a sweeping step forward, lifting his weapon at the ready. “And if I disarm you?”
You brought up your sword level with his. “Then I suppose we can cut training short.”
“Deal,” he beamed.
You lunged forward, striking his weapon with your own. The sharp clang rang through the field. Metal upon metal rapidly filled your head as you tried to focus on his movements. He was skilled, trained by the finest men in the king’s regiment, all of whom were aware of your involvement. Athos was hesitant at first, but upon seeing your promise, he didn’t see the harm in your learning. Porthos congratulated your spirit. And Aramis had been the one to encourage it, of course, always one to follow his heart himself.
D’Artagnan advanced, the flurry of his blows pushing you back. He landed a hit, sliding the blade across yours and inching his face closer to yours.
“There is no harm in surrender, darling.”
“I was going to tell you the same thing.” You shoved him back and returned to your own series of attacks.
This continued for a few more minutes, filled with D’Artagnan’s teasing cheers and your frustrated groans as he maintained the upper hand. Finally, D’Artagnan twisted his wrist, making your weapon jerk in your hand.
“W-wait,” you whimpered, holding your wrist with a pained expression.
D’Artagnan’s smugness morphed into guilt and worry.
“I’m sorry, my love,” he fussed, moving to examine your arm. “I must have gotten carried away. Are you hurt?”
With your hand still clutching your rapier, you elbowed him in the chest and dove for his weapon. He guffawed and the moment of surprise gave you enough time to swipe his sword out of his hand.
You turned swiftly, pointing both blades at your stupefied lover.
D’Artagnan frowned. “That’s cheating.”
“It’s not my fault you fell for it,” you giggled. Despite your victory, his upset puppy-dog eyes sent a pang through your heart.
“I thought I hurt you,” he muttered, holding out his hand for his sword.
“You’re too sweet for your own good.” You returned the weapon to its owner and kissed his cheek. “But I’m sorry for worrying you.” He turned his head and pressed his lips to yours to say you were forgiven. You pulled back with a sparkle in your eyes. “How about this; we practice for one more hour, and then…” You trailed off.
“That,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, “wasn’t our deal, darling.”
You pecked him on the lips once more before pulling away and returning to a fighting stance.
“I’m a gracious winner,” you shrugged.
“Very well.” He matched your position with a raised brow. This time, he was the first to move. A wide grin spread across his face. “Begin.”
#d'artagnan x reader#the musketeers#the musketeers bbc#luke pasqualino#d'artagnan#the musketeers imagine#period drama#sword fighting
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Hey, I'm the anon who was asking why people are writing Thorin with all these modern quips.
Thank you for your answer and your awesome pictures of Thorin!
I sadly think you may have misunderstood where I was coming from, though.
I never am against people being creative..I have no problem with people expanding their minds to come up with so many different ideas and scenarios. The people reblogging from you made me look like a complete heartless jerk saying that people should be free to write whatever they want and I'm just an oppressor, pretty well.
If anything, my point is, people are always writing fanfic with the same narrow minded ideas..they really aren't as creative as people think.
They are filled with utter political correctness and Marxism. This stuff is more narrow minded than being creative, as we see it in every tv show, movie and video games, even! It's everywhere! But, this is considered creative when this is all we ever see in storytelling? This is why I felt you misunderstood me, and so did everyone else.
If people are being truly creative, they wouldn't keep putting these same ideologies in stories. You know how many Thorin stories I couldn't finish cause the women are usually written as the same tropes over and over again? Always feminists, and just knows how to fight, somehow, or always has an attitude..this is how women are written in pretty well any type of entertainment, these days.
Hope this helps you understand more where I'm coming from.
(Mandatory Thorin swooning material here.)
Hi again, Anon!
I’m glad you’ve read my reply. Rest assured, I understood everything very well – including the fact what kind of fanfiction tropes you like the most and the ones you don’t. As for the latter, I simply hope that doesn’t include the Thorin fans who have fun together with me whenever I open Thorin’s Ask Box and reply humbly ask our King Under the Mountain to kindly reply to everyone’s questions.
It’s good to know that you didn’t mean to come off like “a complete heartless jerk”. It happens sometimes that we write certain things under the influence of strong emotions and click “send” before taking a deep breath and re-reading what we wrote. I understand, no worries. But I’m sure you see how your words can be interpreted by others. And I’m certain you know — probably even better than me — that proper wording matters a lot, especially in English. Because it is not my first language, I’ve learned to be ultra careful when putting my thoughts into words here on Tumblr (or anywhere in the Internet) — otherwise I can come off as the aforementioned “complete heartless jerk” and no one wants to be that person, right?
If anything like this ever happens again, I’d like you to know that you can always drop in to my ask box and clarify further what you had in mind. I will be happy to convey your reasoning to my followers as I’m doing it now.
Anyway, I’m glad that you decided to clarify your thought process and we went from the initial confusion of “strange gender ideologies” to the problem of the Original Female Characters and their portrayal in fanfiction — which is a very interesting issue worthy of a separate discussion (another one I’d love to have). But let’s dive into your ask.
(Just look at his majestic profile!)
“If anything, my point is, people are always writing fanfic with the same narrow minded ideas..they really aren't as creative as people think.”
(I have skipped the part about the main popculture categories because it’s a separate topic, but I’d love to discuss it with you on another occasion. I think it would be a very interesting exchange of opinions.)
Let’s focus on fanfiction for now, specifically, Thorin fanfiction because I see we both care for this character a lot.
I’m glad that in your ask you decided to challenge the fanfic writers and encourage them to broaden their horizons and try harder! It’s always good to improve. And speaking of improvement, remember when I said “proper wording matters”? I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to offer you a piece of advice I got from a good friend once: I’ve learned that it’s best to avoid categorical statements containing words like “always” or “never” when discussing things in public to avoid being misunderstood or coming off as confrontational. Some of the people who will read this may think that you are either offending fic writers on purpose (which I’m sure is not the case) or have a limited knowledge of fanfiction (and you seem like a well-read person). It is much better to say “It feels to me that many people write fanfic with the same narrow-minded ideas because…” (I’d like to hear your reasoning by the way!)
Let’s leave dealing in absolutes to the philosophers and theologians, okay? :)
Now, let’s get back to Thorin fanfiction.
(Just look at that hair!)
"If people are being truly creative, they wouldn't keep putting these same ideologies in stories. You know how many Thorin stories I couldn't finish cause the women are usually written as the same tropes over and over again? Always feminists, and just knows how to fight, somehow, or always has an attitude..this is how women are written in pretty well any type of entertainment, these days."
I must admit I’m a bit sad that you happen to find only this type of Thorin x OFC fics. At the same time, I have to agree with you that there are certain repetitive tropes and traits that make many OCs boring, or worse, make them look like a Mary Sue. In mainstream media, it is very common to portray a female character as “strong” by putting a sword or gun into her hands, but for me, it is much more interesting to see either this type of physically strong character, but marked by flaws or torn by conflict, or a more feminine type of character whose strength that comes from within. At the same time, I realize that this type of character (“badass girl with a sword”) has become very popular and perhaps that is why I get easily bored by it nowadays, because the world of popculture is oversaturated with them, as you said it yourself. But I believe that a good writer can write a character like this and keep me engaged if there is interesting depth to that OC.
Either way, I totally understand that you may feel tired when seeing this trope, but I also know there are tons and tons of various stories available online though browsing through them may feel like a chore sometimes. But don’t worry, I happen to have read quite a few Thorin fics (it should be clear to you by now that I have no life ;)), and some of them were really good. I have prepared a short list of Thorin fics with interesting protagonists from many different places (ff.net, AO3, Tumblr) — you’ll find it below. I hope that after checking out these stories and reading those stories, you can perhaps feel a bit of relief knowing that there are quite a few interesting female protagonists around.
Here we go (a general warning, many of the fics below contain NSFW scenes):
💕 @technoelfie - check out the Thorin masterlist - stories like The Long Dark and its sequel contain an OFC that is everything but badass, even though she comes from the modern times. And the story is very much canon in all the right places.
💕 Kkolmakov’s fic Me Without You - a perfect example of how you focus on canon, provide the readers with a feminine OC (and Wren, the protagonist, is very far from a classic Mary Sue), and weave an engaging story inspired by Thorin’s works. Check out her other Thorin stories on ff.net, they are full of great ideas!
💕 @legolasbadass - check out the Heart of Gold fic on AO3! The OC is a very complex character and the story of the secret love between her and Thorin in a restrictive Dwarven society relies heavily on canon. Dania, the protagonist, shows us a quiet, resilient type of feminine strength.
💕 @fizzyxcustard - see Fizzy’s Thorin fics here on Tumblr and A Rose at Twilight on AO3. This is a story about a young woman capturing Thorin’s heart against all odds. Again, far from a typical swashbuckling Mary Sue, it focuses on a rather vulnerable character who gets a chance at a new life.
💕 @middleearthpixie - this very prolific writer has more than just a few longfics under her belt. See the whole list here. Stories like In Time or Where I Belong, among others, contain well-rounded OFCs free from the repetitive traits you mentioned.
💕 @thorinstorieswoman - this blog contains a 2-part longfic where the OC is an elf from Rivendell and the issue of elf-Dwarf animosities is addressed in an interesting way without straying outrageously from canon.
💕 @frosticenow wrote A Thread of Life, a companion piece to my art (yes, I may be biased here) that includes another really interesting OFC, a seamstress, and Thorin falling in love with her. You will find great worldbuilding ideas here too and strong focus on the Dwarven culture!
💕 The Queen by Heloise Durin - the story of how the love between Thorin and Queen Heloise blossomed. It is somewhat inspired by real-life events, as the author admits, and the readers can see that a queen can be a strong female character yet her strength does not come from wielding a sword nor from sassy remarks.
💕 Other writers who are known for Thorin fics are @legolaslovely, @deepestfirefun, @dumbassunderthemountain, @fromthedeskoftheraven, @averil-of-fairlea, @xxbyimm, @i-did-not-mean-to, @shiinata-library, @scariusaquarius, @guardianofrivendell @ruthoakenshield and more (if you’re a Thorin fic writer and you’d like to be added here, please let me know!).
💕 Oh, and if you’re tired of the issues you mentioned, like “feminist OCs” and “badass girl OCs”, feel free to check out @lordoftherazzles stories. The main focus is Bagginshield and this is a ship based solely on canon characters free of those characteristics so maybe it will interest you too? Here is Razzy’s AO3 page.
And if you're searching for a classically feminine OFC whose greatest trait is being passive and ogling Thorin, see my story Springtime at the Lonely Mountain.
I hope you'll like at least some of these stories. Feel free to share your thoughts with me! I’m always eager to discuss fanfiction :)
(Well hello there, handsome king!)
Before I click “send” on this post, I’d like you to ask you something, if you don’t mind. You wrote: “They [fics] are filled with utter political correctness and Marxism.”
I must admit, I’m a bit confused here. Would you be so kind and please explain to me how Thorin fics you encounter (because I assume you were still talking about stories containing this character here) are filled with Marxism? And if you could provide me with some examples/fic links, that would be great! I must admit I have never encountered a truly Marxist Thorin fic (or Dwarf fic) yet. I’m always on the lookout for fresh worldbuilding ideas and uncommon takes on social and economic issues in fanfiction, especially in stories where Dwarves are the main focus. Revolutionary Dwarves? Labor issues, capitalism and communism as concepts developed by the children of Aule? That would be a very interesting read!
The same goes for “political correctness”, by the way. I remember you mentioned earlier that it bothered you when people inserted modern ideas into Middle Earth fics so I’m guessing this is another example of this issue - please please please feel free to give me some juicy examples! I’d really like to hear your take on things and see how you would rewrite such stories or their elements to fit your tastes better! And apart from removing anachronisms from stories, that’s a great exercise in creative writing. By the way, forgive my curiosity, are you a fanfic writer yourself? If so, I’d love to read your stories if you’re willing to share them with me :)
All the best,
Lathalea 💙
#thorin oakenshield#lathalea speaks#ask box#thorin#the hobbit#tolkien#fanfiction#thorin x oc#original female character#lotr#fanfic writing#character headcanons#Marxist anon
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HII ELISEYY my friend. thank you for the ask! and sorry it took so long the sleepies and school and etc. I HOPE COLLEGE IS GOING WELL FOR YOU BTW!!!!!!!
this got so long sorry you know how it is with novels. but hey before i read more the rest of this guys if anyone else wants to send me hater asks you still can... i only got one 🥲 does nobody else want to send asks to their friend nico? i've actually been so dead lately guys that is on me. but i still love you all.......
anyways um 8 is "common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about" and 10 is "worst part of fanon" pretty similar really going for the haterisms here okok. hmmm i honestly don't even interact with the orv fandom that much like most of the orv posts that aren't just art that i see are mine and my few orvie mutuals' which i usually respect i don't see a lot of posts from outside of this orv echo chamber i've created for myself which i'm ok with tbh. but something i see a lot that i don't like is the depiction of kdj as a scammer type like the breed same as cale tcf and others? i haven't read regression instruction manual but like he's a common comparison and such. and it's true that they're all from the similar mold of like "isekai/fantasay coming to real life but i have an upper hand because i read the book it came from nyeheh" and in that specific aspect yeah kdj has his moments where he takes advantage of his knowledge but it seems like some people attribute him being a liar an unreliable narrator etc to that part of the story also and i don't totally agree with that. he's not an unreliable narrator because he's trying to be sneaky and smart the dude is depressed. he's been so depressed since he was like 13 and he's a grown ass man now it's totally changed his outlook and makes him unable to see the world and his interactions with others properly for what it is. he didn't lie to our faces about smiling when he was actually crying because he was trying to be smart and sneaky it was cause he's sad as fuck and can't even recognize it because he's lowkey wanted to kill himself since middle school. i do agree that cale is similar in that he downplays how insane he is almost dying all the time and getting hurt forever but not caring and driving all his friends up the wall with it without even realizing and like he's also depressed as fuck but when people group them together for being self sacrificing bastard scammers or whatever i just feel like it's different a lot of the time. we aren't seeing the same thing there.
i guess that's my soapbox for 8 umm for 10. the way yoo sangah gets pushed aside so often peeves me for sure. she's so everything where did you put her....? and the kids too the kids are so important to me and to kdj but they're never given justice i feel. honestly i think all of kimcom doesn't get enough love most of the time or maybe i've just been bad at finding content that actually does them well it just feels like there's so much joongdok yaoi and not enough friendship and mentorship and everything. jihye and joongdok are so everything but i never see the two of them together ever. heewon and hyunsung also. even if you're not the biggest fan of them romantically like i respect the lesbian heewon grind don't you care that they're the sword and shield.......? and of coures sys and yjh have a lot of interesting potential but no one ever does anything with it. and there's never enough lee gilyoung anywhere i love you gilyoung. yes that's my fanon complaint. too much yaoi focus... there's so much love everywhere it's a main theme but the story ain't a romance there's so much more out there. take my hand we can discover friendship together
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❀ || As I’m sure some of you have noticed, I’m slowly making a return to here ♡ I’ll more than likely start clean and just do new threads (I do that all the time, I know, I’m sorry pfft~) but I mostly want to get specific things done first before diving in too hard into the rpc again. I’ll see how I do trying to reply to what I have right now in my drafts, but-- no promises, so I apologize!
For the things I want to do, specifically it’s re-write rules and create card pages for everything instead of relying on tumblr’s constantly breaking code gfdjklhg but to simplify it:
- I’ll probably be sticking to shorter threads, and if they become longer the more it goes on, then cool. But otherwise... I need something to hook me into an actively going thread so I can become invested. My attention span has gotten worse over the years, and I just need some more fast-paced interactions to keep me hooked!
And that’s really about it honestly pfft~ I hope others can be patient with me as I try to get back on my feet. I’ll give more IRL updates below the cut, but aside from that... I hope everyone has a lovely day and has been taking care of themselves! ♡ ♡ ♡ If anyone really wants to keep anything we had, just let me know, otherwise it’s just up to my silly little brain to determine what I want to keep pfft~ Okay, I love you, bye-bye ♡
Psyche, it’s time for the IRL info dump whoo !!
Just a lot of adjusting and battling with my brain. It’s hard to commit to things and start on others once you’ve fallen off the wagon, so it’s been an incredibly hard battle trying to get back into the swing of... anything, really! It’s tough!
I did catch The Plague™ in December (I felt awful around the 20th) and now I’m still feeling the after effects. I jokingly said wow I hope this doesn’t awaken the secret asthmatic in me haha and it really does feel that way honestly pfft~
Aside from that, 2022 has just been a whirlwind of up’s and down’s, but I’ve been working through it and moving passed it. I’m hoping 2023 turns out to be a more productive year for me, so I’ve been trying to make a schedule for myself to try and accomplish that... with how my brain works though, it’s been harder than it really should for a person, but I’m doing my best ♡ Trying to get back into streaming and getting more of a variety of things done (like not play the same game every night and actually play the other games I have that I have yet to touch and still have wrapped in plastic)
And also make time for friends I don’t usually get to hang out with and talk to and play games with. It’s sucks because I know it’s an awful feeling of being like... scheduled to hang out with, like it’s an appointment or something, but man, honestly, with how I function? It’s amazing I get even the bare basic functions of my own life handled without collapsing and wanting to sleep for 7 years :/
Social stuff and online stuff... hobbies and activities... work... all of it is so draining and I don’t think people really understand how hard it is to even just go to work and come home and then make dinner for myself. I hyper focus on one thing (work, mostly) and then get nothing else done the rest of my day. So this scheduling thing is really the best I can do to try and fit everything and everyone I care for into my life... it’s the best I can do, and I’m sorry about that, but I am trying.
Kind of why doing smaller replies on tumblr for rp would be best for me too. I just really can’t keep my focus on these things, and I want to enjoy writing and rp, I just cannot sit here for 2 months waiting on a long ass reply that isn’t going anywhere and still have that huge drive to drop multiple paragraphs in turn. I am patient, I do not rush anyone because I do not like to be rushed in turn. This is just the trend I’ve found myself falling into, because I write so much and get so much in return-- that we both need so much time to get the energy and drive to write a bunch for our replies, that I just... fall out of interest or drive when that reply comes in because I’ve been waiting too long for my brain’s liking.
It’s not because I don’t want to reply or don’t want to write with you. It’s just my brain loses the drive and suddenly that exciting thread is less exciting, more like work. I don’t want that. So I’m doing my best to fix that ♡
2023 is the designated year to try and improve myself in every aspect ♡ as a person, in my outlook, inside and out-- Just improvements all around. The quote I’m living by is “Romanticize your life more; There is magic in every little thing. You just have to look hard enough.” So that’s what I’m trying to do ♡
This was a lot, so I’ll stop rambling pfft~ I hope everyone has a lovely day, take care of yourselves, and if you read all this?? You’re insane-- but also thank you, and I give you well wishes ♡ ♡ ♡ Okay... back to work I go!
#✿• ᴬ ʷᵉᵃᵛᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗᵃˡᵉˢ; ᴾᵃⁱⁿᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ (M U N S P E A K S)#✿; status#//I rambled in the read-more but the gist is... I'm trying my best and 2023 will be the year I evolve into a better me c:#Sending love and good vibes to everyone~ if anyone wants to do anything or start something feel free to message me!//
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THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS AND ANALYSIS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL. I AM NOT A HAZBIN FAN AND ONLY WATCHED IT TO FORM FAIR AND HONEST CRITIQUE.
Also this post is really long.
So... I watched all of Hazbin with a friend and... it wasn't good. I didn't have high expectations because I saw the pilot when it came out and it gave me a really bad headache for the rest of the day. But I had higher hopes for the Amazon Prime series since it was, y'know, a more professional production with established companies behind it. But as we were watching it, more and more problems began to surface. Something that continues to bother me long after we finished it.
See, many criticisms about the show online devolve into the show swearing a lot and all of the designs looking the same, and while those are definitely issues with the show, they are not to the extreme people make it out to be. It kind of goes to show how the people who have made these points never actually sat down and watched at least an episode of it and just going with what everyone else said about it. That's beside the point. If you really want to make the memes of "Xyz if it were written by VivziePop", you could always address Hazbin's shockingly bad pacing and the team's "Tell-Don't-Show" writing style that permeates throughout this 8 episode experience.
That's the part that drove me up a wall, the fact that Hazbin tries to dump all of this lore, character arcs, and a plot of epic proportions in just 8 24 minute episodes, a little over 3 hours of total screentime. You can definitely tell that events (plot important events, I might add) are just glosses over or speedran through faster than the Olympic 100m. Relationship conflicts? Started and resolved in one episode. Angel Dust's traumatic experiences and abuse? Presented and resolved in one episode. Sir Pentious learning to be a good person? This one's even better. It happens OFF SCREEN. Not to mention, everyone just flat out states their problems instead of showing them. It's really all over the place. But I have a theory as to why it's like this.
The Hazbin writers are writing a musical instead of a serialized animated series.
Lemme explain.
Now I am not a big fan of musical theater. I respect the hell out of it and Hades Town was pretty cool. But I just don't like it. But as someone who was forced to be in various high school musical theater productions and a former musician, I know more than most about theater. And applying that logic to the show made some things about it make more sense.
It's important to note first off that theater and television are two very different mediums of storytelling. The primary focus of musical theater is... the theatrics. The songs, the performances, the dancing, etc. While it still needs to be there, story isn't as prominent like television and film.
You wanna know why Cats failed as a movie? Aside from everything else surrounding it, the pacing of the musical is incredibly lopsided, focusing most of the runtime on introducing characters with musical numbers and only really getting anywhere by the end of the second act. But the show is still very popular because the music and the choreography are so incredible.
Because story doesn't isn't top priority, things can be forgiven and hand-waved that normally wouldn't in television and film. Important plot points can happen off screen, usually because showing it on stage would be too difficult. Actors often flat out state how they're feeling or acting because the audience can't see their faces from that far away. Characters can go through complete arcs in one or two scenes to get the show moving along. It works in musical theater because of suspension of disbelief and the charm comes from seeing these events happen live.
These are all things that Hazbin does, and the show is filled with tons of theatrics and spectacle over a story. Hell, it even has a closer runtime to a Broadway musical than it does to a standard 13 episode season.
But here's the problem. What works in musical theater doesn't work in TV or film. When watching a TV show, there are certain expectations that need to be met and vice versa. It's like trying to talk to an Italian speaker by using Spanish. Some stuff may look or sound similar to each other, but it's not as compatible as you'd think.
Considering that VivziePop is a huge fan of Broadway, it wouldn't surprise me at all if her writing style was influenced by it. You could take Hazbin season 1 and adapt it as a Broadway musical and you wouldn't need to change much. In fact you could remove things for time and it would still be good. But this type of storytelling doesn't work in TV, especially serialized shows. Things need to be elaborated on further and characters need to be seen growing and learning instead of just telling the audience that they are.
tl:dr - Hazbin Hotel's pacing problems and writing faults make sense when you look at it through the lens of music theater, which doesn't excuse it because it's a TV show and not Broadway.
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Preparation for the talk with Jack over break
I've been wanting to have a talk with you like this for a while, and I was actually planning to do it over Thanksgiving Break, but I just completely forgot, and when I realized after I got back I hoped that I wouldn't need to do it. Obviously that wasn't the case, though. I really didn't want to have to use some of our break time for this, but obviously we can't have this kind of conversation texting because every time I've tried you lose focus and the conversation ends before we can get anywhere and you never pick it back up, and we can't do it over the phone because, frankly, you never call, so we have to do it now. All I'm asking from you in this is to please listen to me and to really try to understand. You can interrupt and ask questions, say your piece, answer me, anything like that, and if something doesn't make sense or you feel like something isn't fair of me, please, please stop me and ask for clarification, because this is really important to me and it will literally all be for nothing if you don't understand or if you tune everything out because you feel like I'm attacking you or something.
"No one is ever going to love you like this."
I know that this sounds like a massive red flag but I promise you it's not I just don't know how else to phrase it. What I mean is that, no one is able to love you in the same way that I love you because the way that I feel about you is tied so strongly to the way that I've grown up and to the way that I was treated for essentially my entire childhood and adolescence. I think about this all the time because it feels like it can't be right, but I really do think that it's true; I think that you are the first real friend that I've ever had. I know I've said that before but I don't think that you understand the gravity of that. Like.. I literally think that I had never had a real, true friend before you. I had never had anyone who picked me and who actually wanted to spend time with and around me. I had never had anyone who I felt like I could be entirely myself around. You're never going to understand the true importance of that simply because you didn't have to live your entire childhood without ever having a single real friend, but I want you to at least try to understand how life changing it was to have met you given the rest of my life. So when I say that no one is ever going to love you like I love you, I mean that no one is ever going to meet you with the life experience that I've had, so, I think, that no one is going to be able to feel the type of love I feel for you, and especially not at this intensity.
In the same vein, as much as it sucks, you will never, ever care about me as much or the same way that I care about you. At first I really didn't want to believe that, but as time went by it got clearer and clearer to the point where ignoring it or pretending was doing me actual harm. I've come to terms with it now. I really hate it, and I probably always will, but I've accepted that you are just never going to feel that way about me, and I'm as okay with it as I think I can be. Of course, I wish it wasn't that way, but there's really nothing that I can do about it, and so I'm trying to just accept it and move forward. I think it's important for you to know, though, because I need you to consider how incredibly intensely your words and actions can impact me. In reality, I don't know how much you care about me. I don't think it's not at all, even though that is the way it feels a lot of the time (which is not necessarily your fault, it's just how I function), but I know it's not as much as I care about you, so it would be helpful for me, I think, if you could understand how vast the difference is and factor that into your actions, or lack thereof.
"I've been mourning our relationship since March." and “Saying ‘They don’t matter’ about the people you spent your summer with was incredibly unhelpful."
This is one that I know we've talked about before, but again, I don't think you understand the full gravity of it. When I met you, and in the first yearish of us knowing each other, I was the happiest I think I've ever been, despite all the fucking bullshit I had to put up with (Meghan drama, Carolina drama, Minecraft drama, Jack's a Rapist drama not once, not twice, but three times, etc, etc, etc, and that's not even counting volleyball and Chad and all the other shit in my life). Now, that's a very sad thing to confront on it's own but I'm not really concerned with that right now.
Around March of last year, something changed in you. I would love to know what it was, but I know that might never happen so moving on. At that time, you stopped hanging out with and talking to me pretty much altogether for about a week. You also stopped touching me and stopped interacting with me in the same way that you used to. We gradually worked our way back up but I don't think we have truly gotten back to where we were, and I'm not confident that we ever will. Shortly after that, you let Carolina bring Meghan back into your life, which, again, is a whole other issue that I have opinions on, so we can talk about that or not, but that was essentially the nail in the coffin for the school year. Before that, I could be pretty certain that I was going to pick you up from school or Coco or wherever and that we were going to spend at least part of the afternoon together every day, but after, I was lucky to get three or four hours a week with you. You spent all of your time with Carolina, Meghan, Alishba, and sometimes Luna, not one of whom you actually enjoyed being around whether you knew it or not. I stopped asking what the plan was after school because I knew what you were going to say and it physically hurt me. Hell, even my mom started asking me what was going on with us and if we had gotten into a fight or something, so, overall, that was a pretty shit time.
I held on, though, because I knew that summer vacation was coming, and, given that the year before had been the best summer of my life even with volleyball and Meghan and all that, I was sure that this summer would be amazing and that I would have plenty of time to be with you before I MOVED ACROSS THE GOD DAMNED COUNTRY. I was so, so wrong, though. You essentially never hung out with me, and when you did you acted like it was a last resort. You did things you knew I couldn't do every day. You would show up to my house high off your ass and just sleep for five hours and then leave to go get fucking high again. You would basically ignore me all day and you would hang out with people who didn't give a single shit about you all the time when I was begging you to want to see me. You would call in the middle of the night to tell me about some fucking idiotic thing you were doing and then hang up and not talk to me again for a day and a half. I spent way, way more of that summer than I would care to admit on the floor of my bedroom dry heaving because I had sobbed so much I was going to throw up.
At the end of the summer, I even started asking you to hang out. Do you know how alone and desperate I had to be to force myself to do that? The answer is, ridiculously, embarrassingly so.
I was prepared to lose some contact and closeness with you when you left for school. I was. I hated it, and I was scared, but I knew that it was inevitable and so I was preparing myself as far back as the start of last year. I had no idea, though, that that loss was going to start six fucking months before you moved. I was caught so off guard when all of the sudden we weren't what we used to be and I couldn't figure out what went wrong. It was terrifying and so hurtful and I literally don't think I will ever fully get over it because what you did to me that Spring and Summer was so far beyond cruel. So yeah, I've basically been heartbroken over us and you and how we were and are for ten whole fucking months when I was expecting maybe four or five tops, and when it really should have been none.
And then, the last time I tried to have a big serious conversation with you about this, right before you left for school, I said something along the lines of "I don't understand why you spent all this time with these people who, realistically, are going to mean nothing to you in a month or two, when I, a person who is supposed to be extremely important to you, am moving across the country and will be completely inaccessible to you." I'm not exactly sure how you answered that, but I know for certain that it included the phrase, "They don't matter," they being the "Summer people," for lack of a better term. I know, or at least I think, that that was supposed to be validating somehow, like saying that I did matter more than them to you, but, in reality, that hurt so, so much more than you could ever imagine. In that moment, no matter what you meant, you essentially said to me, "I know that these people are nothing compared to you, and I know that you wanted to see me, but I'd rather spend my time 'making memories' with people that don't matter than with you." Imagine for just a second how awful that made me feel. Your "making memories" thing has always been confusing to me, but in this moment it was painful and horrible and cruel and it hurt me so much more than I can even begin to express. And look! A few months later and I was right, those people don't matter to you, a few of them even actively hurt and betrayed you, and yet you have a summer full of memories with them and I have a summer full of literal grief and mourning because I didn't get to spend any time with the single most important person in my life.
“90% of my struggles with being in and at college have to do with the fact that I don’t have you anymore.”
Here's yet another incredibly embarrassing and sad thing to say, but it's true, so I'll say it. If I'm being completely honest, I'm fucking killing it at school. I show up to every class, I take notes, I do my homework, and I fucking ace my tests and papers, and on top of all that - I have a job that I go to every day and I get paid every other week. I'm doing amazing. But I don't feel like I'm doing amazing, literally only because you're not here. I miss you so much more than you could possibly comprehend, and I feel that pretty much every second of every day, no matter what else is happening. It's only gotten worse as the amount we talk to each other has gone down. Missing you has literally made it harder to do school/work because I feel actual, literal pain sometimes when it gets too bad. If I have a bad day or even a bad moment or something, it takes me way longer than it should to get over it because whatever I am feeling at the time gets worse when I remember all the sudden that I don't get to see you, or even talk to you, later. I know you can't fix this entirely, and I know that even if you could you wouldn't want to, and that's completely fine. I certainly don't expect you to transfer or more to New York or anything ridiculous like that just to make me feel better. I don't even want you to do that because, as much as I would love to get to see you every day, it's not what you want and it would never ever be fair to ask for it. You could, however, make this so, so much easier but just.. talking to me. You could literally just call more often, or text the way we used to, or have literally any regular contact with me, and I would feel better. It wouldn't fix the problem entirely, obviously, but there's no real way to do that anyway, so I mostly would like it if you just tried.
You make me a lot of promises that you don't even try to keep.
This one, I don't think we've ever actually talked about, but it's become really important to me, especially over the last few months. You told me that we would do certain things when we were apart with the specific intention of making me feel better about moving away and losing you. The big one was, of course, the letters, but there were others too. You told me that I had to move away because, if I didn't, we couldn't write fun letters back and forth and send each other packages. I think I knew when you said it that you wouldn't actually keep up with it, but I definitely didn't know that you would never even bother to send one. I've written you a few times at this point, and I want to do more, I literally constantly think about it and I've actually written way more letters than I've sent, but because you absolutely refuse to write me back, I've gotten to the point where, surprise surprise, I'm afraid that sending you mail is annoying you and is making you stop liking me!! Yay!!! I know for a fact that you have the time to write to me, so the oh so very logical conclusion that I've arrived at is that you don't because you hate me and you wish I would stop talking to you altogether. So yeah, that's the main one. Another one that I'm almost positive you don't remember is video calls. You had said, months ago, in the Spring, that you wanted to do a weekly/biweekly/we'd figure it out video call dedicated to designing patches for our jackets where we'd design them together and workshop them and once I had finished one I'd mail it to you. I thought you were joking at first because (as always) I kind of believe that you hate me, but you kept going and you said you were serious so I trusted you. Cut to now and that obviously never happened, and I really really wanted it to but, again, I didn't want to bring it up because I live in constant fear that you're going to decide that you're done and never speak to me if I annoy you too much.
There are small things too, like the Senior Sail, when you said you'd meet me and your stupid fucking girlfriend by the gyms and then just.. decided not to?? And then after we spent literally like 20 minutes calling you and texting you you finally decided to answer and tell us that you'd actually gone ahead and that we should hurry the fuck up and get there. And then?? when we did?? you didn't even apologize or seem at all sorry for what you did, as if it was at all okay. You just did what you always do, act all gross with your girlfriend and completely ignore me or my feelings. Then when it was over, like four minutes later because we missed the whole thing waiting for you, you decided to not leave with me as we had discussed in detail at lunch, but instead to go walk to Coco with Carolina because she threw a hissy fit and you're weak and don't really give a shit about me, and tell me that you'd call when you were ready. Guess what? You didn't call. So that was an altogether awful time. There was also the graduation presentation in the PAC, where, again, you were supposed to wait for me outside with your stupid bitch, but, as per usual, decided not to and just went inside and told me to find you in there. Did you think to save a seat? Of course not! I ended up sitting with Alex and you told me to bring her over with me as if (1) she didn't have friends of her own and (2) there was even a place for us to sit if I did. And then the same thing for the cap and gown pick up. Did you wait for me? Of course not! I know you probably think that these were stupid things to be upset over, and you definitely think these are stupid things to be upset over months later, but they really did hurt me. You constantly put me and the promises that you make to me last, and you never really bother to apologize for that or even to recognize that what your doing is unfair and hurtful.
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Sonic Adventure 2: Sonadow
Chapter 13: Sonic's Feelings
Amy was mending Sonic’s wound after fighting with the golem. He had broken ribs, not very fatal, but it would take a while to heal.
“There, all done!” Amy said, smiling at him. “Better?”
“Yeah. Thanks, Ames.” Sonic grinned at her.
“Anytime. Now you should rest. I have lots of cookies and stuff in the kitchen, you know. I don't even want to think about what happened back there because I have no desire to ever hear anything like that again. It was horrible! That stupid golem nearly destroyed us.” said Amy.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. But hey, how many times have we been through this already? We're stronger than before, and so much stronger now, we can totally kick some golem's butt!” said Sonic, flexing his bicep.
Amy rolled her eyes and sighed. “You really are too cocky, aren't you? I'm telling you, you can't just fight them head-on! You need to be smarter! How did you ever beat rock monster before? You didn't even know how to use your powers yet.” She shook her head.
“I’ve awakened my power earlier since I've learned to control it. And I guess I got lucky that Rockhead attacked me when he didn't see me using them! Plus, I can fly, so I don't need to worry as much about being ambushed!” replied Sonic, grinning smugly.
Sonic got up from the bed and walked to the main control room where Knuckles relaxed in his seat and Tails was steering the ship through the space.
“So, Tails, how far are we going to the ARK?” asked Sonic.
“Not too far, Sonic! I’m sure we’ll arrive soon enough,” answered Tails, still concentrating hard on flying. Sonic was impressed.
“Well, that’s great, cuz I can’t wait to see the inside of that place! And Eggman is gonna be there. I hope I get to punch the guy in the face. Or kick his ass.” said Sonic.
“Well, if he gets anywhere near you, Sonic, I’ll make sure he doesn’t live long enough to get close to us,” Tails said. “Plus, Shadow’s probably going to show up too, along with Dr. Robotnik.”
“Oh yeah, that reminds me, those guys were working together on this plan, right?” asked Sonic, trying to hide his blush.
“That’s right. They are planning something big…something huge.” Said Tails. “It makes me wonder why they chose to work with Eggman in the first place. I mean, I don’t understand why they worked with him when he tried to kill you.”
Sonic crossed his arms over his chest and gave Tails a serious look. “I know. It was weird, especially when Shadow suddenly turned against us. Like, for a second there, I thought he actually wanted to join Eggman.” He looked away from Tails and thought about it for a bit. Suddenly his mind flashed Shadow kissed Sonic on the lips. His whole face heated up and his heart raced faster. It hadn’t even lasted for more than a split second. It wasn’t that he was unimpressed by the kiss or that he had an interest in someone else. But it felt so nice to be touched so softly, so gently… Sonic shook his head and went back to reality. This was not the time to think about Shadow, he needed to focus on getting out of here safely.
“You okay, man?” asked Knuckles.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” Sonic said, scratching behind his head while he tried to hide his blush. ‘Stop being stupid, Sonic!’ he thought reprimanding himself.
“We’re about to arrive at the ARK for about less than 20 minutes,” said Tails. “So get ready, I’m going to land soon, then we should start looking for a way to get in.”
Knuckles pumped his fist into the air. “Alright! I can't wait to get in there!” He chuckled. “Just thinking about punching Eggman in the face makes my blood boil, you know that?” he grinned mischievously. Sonic snorted, “Don't tell me you’re going to try something stupid again! Last time, we almost died, you know!” he scolded Knuckles.
Knuckles rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Don't remind me. I almost got you both killed! If it weren’t for Amy stopping us, you two would be dead meat!” he said sternly.
“Hey, that's what friends are for! I wouldn’t want to be a robot forever, either,” said Sonic.
“And that’s exactly why you’re our friend, idiot!” said Knuckles, hitting Sonic in the shoulder lightly. Sonic winced at Knuckles’ force, then grinned sheepishly. Knuckles laughed. “Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to hit you that hard," he apologized.
"Heh, it's fine, Knux," said Sonic rubbing his shoulder. Sonic felt uneasy, but couldn't say what the feeling was exactly. Maybe he was afraid of Shadow or not. ‘This is ridiculous! I’m just having trouble thinking straight, that’s all! And he kissed me back in the jungle. What’s wrong with me? Why am I thinking about Shadow? Am I getting sick or something?’ he thought.
“What’s wrong?” asked Knuckles.
“Nothing, Knux, everything’s good. Just a little tired, I guess. Uh, I should go clear my head for a bit. You know, before Tails lands,” Sonic said, standing up. He quickly left the control room, leaving Knuckles alone with Tails. Knuckles and Tails stared at each other for a few seconds, neither one knowing what to say or do next.
Sonic went inside the bathroom, ran over to the sink, and splashed cold water on his face. 'I gotta relax. I have things to do.' Sonic sighed deeply and took a few breaths. After some calming meditation, he looked into the mirror. He could see his face flushed red, which was not usual. 'Am I really blushing?' wondered Sonic. With the sound of the heartbeat coming from his chest, he placed his hand on his chest as well. The pulsating was strong. 'Is that normal? Do people feel this way? Is that possible?' Sonic looked down at his hands. 'My heart's pounding like crazy. Is it because I like Shadow? No, he's the enemy. But does that mean he also likes me?' Sonic looked back at his reflection, his eyes wide open. 'I must be going insane!' he said to himself. ‘Why am I so confused?!'
Sonic moved his hand to his member and began to stroke it. He moaned. 'No, that's not right. I shouldn't do this.' Sonic frowned. 'Fuck! Why am I doing this? I hate him! I don't like him! He's evil! He wants to destroy everyone!' he exclaimed, raising his voice. His mind flashed again when Shadow kissed him on the lips and wrapped his arm around Sonic’s waist.
'Shit! I'm losing it! This isn't happening! I hate him! I want him to stay away! God damn, I don't wanna think about this! Ugh, it's driving me crazy! I'm gonna lose it! I can't...!" His hand pumping his cock fast became harder. His breathing sped up as well.
'I... I want him... I want him so badly...' Sonic let out a soft moan, unable to take anymore pressure. "Ugh, fuck..." he muttered as he came. A couple of tears escaped his closed eyes as he laid his head against the cool surface of the sink.
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A few moments later, Amy came to the control room carrying a tray with tea, cookies, juice, and biscuits. "Hey, guys. Where's Sonic?" she asked.
"He said he had to go clear his head," Knuckles replied. "I wonder what's wrong with him? Is he alright?"
“I don't know. He’s been acting kinda strange since he woke up today. He didn’t sleep very well last night, either.” Amy replied, handing the tray to Knuckles and sitting on the chair opposite him. “But I have no idea what's wrong with him."
"That's weird. Do you think he's afraid of Shadow?" asked Tails.
"Of course not! He's never afraid of anyone!" scoffed Amy. "Besides, who said he would be afraid of the guy? He's the bravest guy I've ever known. Always willing to risk his own life to save others. That's what he's always done, and I bet that's what he'll continue to do until the day he dies!"
“That might be true, but I'm concerned about Sonic,” said Knuckles.
"Me too," agreed Tails. "Maybe we should go check on him. And we're almost there at the ARK," he suggested.
"I'll go check on Sonic if he's okay," Amy went out of the control room to find Sonic and knocked on the bathroom door. "Sonic, are you okay?" she asked.
Sonic jolted at the sound of Amy’s voice from the door outside. "Uh, yeah I'm fine. Why do you ask?" he answered, sounding nervous.
Amy narrowed her eyes at him. She knew there was something that had happened there. Something that made him look flustered. "Because you've been in the bathroom for any minutes. Are you sure you're alright?" she asked.
"Yeah, totally fine. I’ll come out now, okay?” Sonic replied. He didn’t sound completely convincing though.
“Okay. Tails said we're almost at the ARK. So we should leave soon,” said Amy.
"Sure thing, Ames!" Sonic smiled, trying to act natural. He heard her footsteps and walked away from the door. Sonic looked at his hand which was covered with his own cum. He groaned in disgust. He rushed to the shower and quickly washed himself off.
'Damn it! Why did I do that?!' he cried in thought. 'Why'd I have to touch myself? Why did I have to think about Shadow while I was touching myself? Fuck!' he growled. 'If I keep doing that, I'm going to end up in trouble again.' He shook his head.
'I have to get my mind off of Shadow or else it's gonna be worse. I have to focus on finding a way to get in and stop Eggman.' He got out of the shower and dried himself and exited the bathroom and headed toward the control room.
After checking on Tails, Knuckles, and Amy sat at the control panel while Sonic stood beside him, staring blankly ahead.
"You okay?" asked Knuckles.
"Yeah, I'm fine. What's going on?" asked Sonic.
"We're here at the ARK! And look at this." Tails gestured to the large hemispherical meteorite that rested at the bottom of the laser cannon underneath. The team wowed at the sight. It was quite breathtaking, especially the view from the top of the ship. They had only seen pictures from above before, and they were certainly not prepared for anything like this.
"Wow, it must be Gerald Robotnik who built this ARK 50 years ago," commented Sonic. "It looks like some kind of huge spacecraft."
"Okay, I'm going to find the entrance and--" Suddenly the spaceship was hit by something, causing them to collapse. The sound of the alarm blaring filled the air and red light started flashing.
"What's going on?!" screamed Amy.
"I think we hit something!" yelled Tails, trying to control the console.
"How are we supposed to get out of this situation?!" asked Sonic frantically.
"We're about to crash! Just hang on something!" yelled Tails, trying to pull the joystick back to its original position.
The ship started to shake violently, sending the crew all around, screaming in shock. The lights flickered on and off repeatedly as the sound of the alarms kept echoing all around them, growing louder every time. The sound of the alarms echoed loudly through the walls of the ship and created deafening sounds throughout the whole ship.
A meteor smashed the rocket in half, Knuckled was separated from the team. His screams could be heard loud and clear.
"Knuckles!!" screamed Sonic desperately while holding onto the seat.
"Shit, I can't control it! Brace yourselves!" yelled Tails.
The crew screamed in terror, grabbing onto anything they could as the shaking continued and the floor started to fall under them. Everything around them started cracking as pieces of debris flew toward them. Tails pulled hard on the joystick to try and regain control. However, it was useless. The ship was crashing and Tails couldn't do anything to save them. He noticed an emergency button on the panel, so he quickly pressed it.
The ship stopped falling as the force pushed them upward. The ship stopped falling after a moment, but they remained suspended several meters in the air. The ship landly crashed into the entrance of the ARK. When it was all over, Tails exhaled in relief and looked over his shoulder to see his friends were okay.
"Is everyone okay?" asked Tails.
"I think so, but Knuckles..." said Amy worriedly.
Sonic comforted Amy, "Don't worry. He'll be okay." He turned his attention back to the controls. They slowly descended toward the floor, landing safely.
"Hoo, what a rough landing. We're lucky to be alive," chuckled Sonic.
Tails gave a sigh of relief. "Yes, we are. This ship was damaged pretty badly. We have to get going though," he stood up.
Sonic and Amy nodded as they went through the ARK to the room at the end of the tunnel.
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A Powerful Epiphany About Your Relationship with Your Woman
Marriage is one of the most important decisions in a person's life. The decision you make will change your life, as it will be with them that you will spend the rest of your days. The gift of finding someone of such rarity, beauty, and love is truly something to be thankful for. It is also possible to break all these beautiful things in a flash if you cannot let go of all your fears, your wounds from your past hurts. It is my desire for you to live in an environment where there is unwavering peace and love. I hope you join me as I talk about how to be a better man and water all the good plants in life.
“When you upgrade that identity, and you let go of that tiny little space that you can no longer fit into anymore, everything is going to be okay with you and your marriage.”
Keith Kalfas
Why do you have to listen to today's episode.
00:51 – “It doesn’t matter how much wealth you have materialistically if you’re not happy.”
We always look for epiphanies because it is through these that we live a blissful life. Join me today as I share one of the most beautiful epiphanies I’ve experienced.
01:50 – “Don’t talk about that because you recede back to the older part of yourself that still might have residual pain, and then you just water that seed of feeling unworthy, feeling not good enough.”
When you have unhealed wounds, and you go back to scratch them from time to time, you will carry them with you for a very long time, which will then bring scarcity to your life.
05:29 – “If you focus on the wobble and try to say ‘What’s wrong with me?’ or even worse, ‘What’s wrong with them? It’s all them’, the wobble gets more and more unsteady… And then ultimately, it could break up all types of things.”
Marrying someone is a serious decision to make. Grow up and be responsible for your own emotions. Otherwise, you might end up and even pull someone down from that place of pain.
07:31 – “Your marriage has really, really good and amazing stuff that you would never find anywhere else out there in the world.”
Focus on the good things, on the beauty of your marriage. Watch how much they shine when you water all the good plants.
11:10 – “When you upgrade that identity, and you let go of that tiny little space that you can no longer fit into anymore, everything is going to be okay with you and your marriage.”
Allow love in your life and in your marriage. Loosen your grip on fear. Let all the pain go and live in unconditional love and peace.
Key Takeaways
“We’re always looking for epiphanies. And it’s great when you have an epiphany because you get this profound understanding or insight on something that maybe is causing you grief or struggle, and now, the roadblocks are open, the resistance is gone, and you can just be like water and flow upward and onward to buoyancy and wellbeing in your life, to live a happy, holistic, healthy life and be happy, which is the highest form of wealth.”
“Don’t talk about that because you recede back to the older part of yourself that still might have residual pain, and then you just water that seed of feeling unworthy, feeling not good enough.”
“If you focus on the wobble and try to say ‘What’s wrong with me?’ or even worse, ‘What’s wrong with them? It’s all them’, the wobble gets more and more unsteady… And then ultimately, it could break up all types of things.”
“Your marriage has really, really good amazing stuff that you would never find anywhere else out there in the world. That’s why you married your spouse -- because you saw these amazing things that you love so much about them that you knew didn’t exist out there in the world. You found a diamond. You found something so rare and precious and so amazing that you felt so grateful and worthy enough to actually get married because you knew you could contribute those same qualities as well.”
“All the good things that you were hoping for and wishing for are all real. They’re still real, even in pain. They’re always real. They can not be because it’s truth, and the truth is real.”
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Okay. How about a male S/O bridal carrying Ei, Miko, & Eula for some reason?
Them being bridal carried by reader
characters: Eula/Ei/Yae Miko x male!/gn!reader
a/n: This has been written with a male reader in mind, but you can alternatively read it with anything you want since the gender isn't stated anywhere (reader being adressed with "you", bc 2nd person).
I hope that's okay with you, if not just say so and I'll try rewriting it. I just normally write in 2nd person, so I would have to go out of my way to clearly state a gender.
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Eula
Confrontations with all sorts of enemies was about the least unexpected thing that happened on your missions in Dragonspine. It was the whole reason you and Eula were there in the first place, so when you were attacked by a couple of Fatui, you swiftly dealt with them, but when you noticed how much Eula seemed to lean on her claymore afterwards, you couldn’t help but worry about her, only for her to brush your worries off, saying that she was just a bit tired.
For the entirety of your march back to Mondstadt, your entire focus was on Eula’s small limp and while she had tried talking to you a few times, she quickly noticed that you weren’t really paying attention to what she was saying. Something that prompted her to proclaim that she would avenge such rude behaviour, only to see you give her a small nod a response, the kind of nod you reserved for occasions in which you weren’t listening but pretended to do so, nonetheless. She had seen you use it multiple times, just never on her.
Eula was so busy thinking about how to avenge your disrespectfulness, that she didn’t notice a small a small hole in the ground, causing her to step into it with her already strained foot, causing her to let out a small yelp before quickly covering her mouth. But before you even had the chance to worry, Eula turned around and stepped on her foot again, wanting to show you that there was nothing to worry about, only to realise that it hurt more than she expected, causing her to wince for a moment. She didn’t even get the chance to say anything before you swept her off her feet and started bridal carrying her around, Eula not missing a single opportunity to complain about it.
“You have guts lifting an aristocrat without even asking beforehand”, Eula stated after realising that her attempts of trying to convince you to let her go through physical actions had failed. “You can consider yourself lucky that you don’t live in the past, because doing something like that would have cost you your life back then”, she continued only for you to let out a tired sigh.
“Eula, your foot is injured, so I won’t let you down until we are at home. Now can you stop resisting? The less you move around the quicker I let you go”, your statement seemed to have succeeded in making Eula silent and for the rest of the way to Mondstadt, she let herself be carried while crossing her arms and looking away from you. Even though she would never ever admit it, there was something nice to being carried around like that, it almost made her feel like the romanticised version of aristocracy instead of its rather depressing real-life counterpart. But when you arrived in the vicinity of the city, Eula’s complaining began once again. Being carried privately was one thing, but if anyone else saw her like that she wouldn’t be able to set foot outside her home without cringing.
And so, she finally convinced you of putting her down, slightly limping the rest of the way. Only ever stopping and turning back to you once you arrived home. “Carrying an aristocrat without warning and ignoring their complaints, so disrespectful. I will have my vengeance for that.”
Ei
500 years were a long time in which entire civilisation could vanish or pop up, so it wasn’t all too surprising that the Inazuma Ei had known from back then had very little to do with the one of the present. Sure, shops closed, and new ones opened, whole new cities were formed while other villages had long been reclaimed by nature, but the most infuriating part, was that there where whole new phrases Ei didn’t even understand.
Over time she got used to most changes, your help and explanations making the whole process much easier, but there where still times she would come to you and ask you what certain things were, so you weren’t all too surprised when she came through your door one quiet evening.
“Would you mind explaining something to me?”, she asked and when you looked in her direction, you saw her with one of the novels from Yae Publishing house you had bought her. You didn’t hesitate for a second, instantly agreeing to do so before standing up from your seat and walking over to her. “What’s this bridal carry thing they are talking about?”, she asked before pointing to a specific line. You gave her the best explanation you could think of before assuming that you job was finished, only to be caught off-guard by her next question. “Can we try it out? I’m kind of curious how it feels.”
You tried your best to talk her out of it, knowing that you would be even more embarrassed, once you carried her around like that, than you already were, but a combination of your brain partly stopping working and her innocent stare eventually got you to agree. When you lifted her from the ground, you were surprised by how light she was. Well, it made sense, it was an artificial body after all, now that you were thinking about it, did the Shogun have organs like a normal person? You quickly snapped out of your thoughts, deciding that this was not the moment to think about the way the shogun worked, not that you wanted to know it in the first place.
The two of you remained in your current position for quite a while, Ei deciding to continue reading her novel, seemingly forgetting that you still had to hold her. But eventually you were forced to put her back down, your arms starting to hurt from carrying her, because even if she was light, it was still a human body.
“And? Are you satisfied?”, you asked her while trying your best to hide your blush in a fashion that didn’t make it too obvious, miserably failing in your attempts.
“I think. I can certainly understand why they talk about it so much; it feels rather nice”, she admitted with a smile, only for her face to change into one of worry once she looked at you. “Are you alright? Your face is completely red.”
“Yeah! I’m fine don’t worry!”, you almost yelled out before quickly glancing around the room, hoping to find a new topic to distract her with. “So, what exactly are you reading?”
Yae Miko
You had decided to visit Yae at the shrine, thinking that it would be a nice surprise to bring her a bit of fried tofu, but when you had arrived, she was nowhere to be seen, causing you to ask one of the shrine maidens. That way you found out that Yae was on break and that you should wait in her office. When you eventually did so, you were surprised to find a small fox sleeping there and while you at first tried your best to hold back the urge to pet it, not wanting to wake it up, the way it was rolling around in it’s sleep eventually caused you to do so, nonetheless. One pet quickly turned into a whole petting session, eventually leading you to pick it up in your arms.
“Oh, look at you, so cute. Who’s the cutest fox in Teyvat? You are!”, you started talking to it in a rather high-pitched voice and in one moment of realisation you quickly glanced to the door, fearing that Yae might have returned. If she heard you talk like that, she would never let you forget, so you let out the biggest sigh of relief when you saw nothing but a small door. You still couldn’t keep yourself from staring at the door. “Oof, you’re pretty heavy for such a small fox”, you stated absentmindedly, only to nearly get a heart attack when you heard a response.
“Who are you calling heavy?”, when you looked down into your arms, you were greeted with Yae instead of the small fox you held in your arms before. You nearly let her fall to the ground out of pure shock, only barely managing not to.
“T-That was you?! I-I mean, how long were you a-awake?”, you managed to stutter out, your entire face being red from embarrassment. What surprised you even more, was how casual she looked, not even showing the slightest hint of embarrassment herself.
“Hmm, wouldn’t you like to know. Let’s just say, the cutest fox in Teyvat needs a nap from time to time.” Oh oh, she was awake long enough to witness your baby talk. Your very visible gulp, coupled with your panicking face caused the fox envoy to start giggling to herself. “Well, I don’t have anything against being bridal carried by you, but don’t you want to put me down already?” At this point you had almost completely forgotten about the fact that you were still carrying her the same way you did while she was in her fox form and quickly put her down.
“I wanted to bring you fried tofu, but you seemingly weren’t here, so I decided to wait in your office”, you told her before handing her the container you had put the tofu in, hoping that it was enough to buy her silence.
“How nice of you. The cutest fox in Teyvat needs her favourite food-”, she continued teasing you nonetheless after taking the food, causing your face to heat up once again.
“Can you stop!?”
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calling haikyuu boys pretty pt. 3
a/n: AAA I LOVE YOU ALL. thank you so much for all lovely 400 of you!! thank you to those who’ve been here since the beginning and to those who are new :)) hoping we all stick around for a while yanno. so here’s my usual present for every milestone!
-also i feel like some of these are steadily getting longer lmao
includes: bokuto, tsukishima, kenma (been having fun writing about him recently hehe)
part 1 part 2 part 4 part 5 part 6
bokuto:
one word: BABY
you two were kind of just chilling on the couch, tv playing something you weren’t paying attention to
you were sitting on his lap because he refuses to let you sit anywhere else
mans lets out such a loud whine if you try to shimmy off of him
“but bAbe your seat is right here!” he whines as he gestures to his lap
so at some point you untuck your head from his shoulder and you sneak a glance at him
his hair was relaxed as he watched the screen
you could see all the curves of his handsome face and every part of it you adored
from the bridge of his nose to where creases were starting to form at the corners of his eyes
you loved how much he smiled
you gently cupped his cheek and he instinctively leaned his head to your touch
“you’re so pretty kou,” you told him
he quickly turns his head to you, the corners of his mouth already turning up
“really babe?” he grins
“of course!” you smiled, bring up your other hand now to cup his other cheek too
“i love these,” you say, tracing the roundness of his cheeks with your thumbs, “and these too,” you continue, bringing one finger to gently trace the small indents at the corners of his eyes
“what else?” he asks adorably, closing his eyes and even tilting his head different ways to give you more angles
“hmm,” you thought out loud, “your eyes,”
they opened instinctively, looking into yours, almost overwhelming you with how they were golden and how they were bright like the sun
“i could look into them forever”
“what else?” he asked again, cocking his head to the side
“hmm, i love you too,” you smiled
somehow his smile got wider as he engulfed you in your favorite kind of hug from him- the one that engulfed you and all you could breathe and feel was him
tsukishima:
ofc tsukki deserves to be told he’s pretty
but he also for some reason can’t take a compliment and it’s annoying lmao
he was working and typing away on his laptop
he usually pointed out when he’d catch you staring but in the moments where he was focused, you could get away with it
you moved to sit next to him, resting your chin on his shoulder
even during something mundane you adored him
“kei”
“hm?” he replied, typing slower, but still going
“you’re pretty,” you told him
“i’m petty?” he asked, pausing his typing, “what’d i do?”
you chuckled, “no. kei. i said you’re pretty”
“oh,” he sighed, “not really but thanks i guess,” returning to typing
“hey!” you whined, giving his bicep a small pinch, “i meant it”
he was still typing away but you could notice the slightest way his ears were turning pink
“kei,” you repeated, nudging him again, “look at me”
he sighed again but complied, momentarily closing his laptop. he took off his glasses for a moment, cleaning them with the hem of his shirt
“you’re so pretty babe,” you said softly, noticing how he wasn’t looking you in the eye, putting most of his focus on his glasses
“why can’t i call my boyfriend pretty!” you exclaimed, “is it too much to let him know i adore him!”
you surprised him with this tiny shove against his arm before standing up
his ears were getting pinker and a flush began to creep up his neck too, so you were smiling inside amidst your “outburst”
you stood in front of him, between his parted legs, with your arms crossed
“do you even know how much i love the way you smile? it’s so pretty!”
your mini rant kept going, “it makes my stomach backflip and tumble when you smile! it makes me happier when i remember you’re mine!”
by then you could see the small smile he had
“gosh!” you huffed, throwing your hands up, “i spill my heart, telling you what i feel inside and you have the audacity to say no! you look like that just typing! it’s a crime! and you won’t even accept how good you look!”
“i can’t believe this-” you tried, but as soon as you hands came down he reached out and suddenly pulled you towards him, making you fall onto him
tsukishima just tucked his face into your neck, pulling you close, chuckling in that adorable way he does
“okay okay, i get it,” he murmured into you, “you think i’m pretty, iloveyou”
kenma:
kenma makes me so soft lately ngl idk where these feelings suddenly popped out from
he was taking a break from streaming, but he was sitting in his gaming chair as you came into the room
he was scrolling on his phone, not realizing you were in the doorway
the room itself was relatively dark, his face was primarily illuminated by his pc screen
what you couldn’t miss was the way his hair framed his face
loose strand of hair that made it out of the also loose tie gently rested on the sides of his face
with so much of it falling out of the loose bun, he just decided to let it all down
you couldn’t figure out how such a simple gesture could do so much
when you finally walked in, he automatically turned his chair slightly to you
he beckoned you to sit on his lap after you set the drink in your hands on the table
as soon as you sat down he nuzzled his cheek to yours, telling you a soft, “thank you”
“love, you know you look so pretty right now?” you asked
he always got a bit bashful at sudden compliments
something about the way those words left your lips made him not know what to do
you gently tucked one strand of hair behind his ear since he ducked his head down a little, hiding more of his face
“you know my jaw almost dropped seeing you from the doorway,” you said, “couldn’t believe my boyfriend looked so pretty without even trying”
you felt his hands link together around your waist, giving you a slight squeeze
he let out a small chuckle, “now you’re just exaggerating”
you shook your head, “not at all,” then placed a kiss to his cheek, “i think you’re very pretty and i’m very lucky”
you ran your hands through his hair, watching him close his eyes and let you
you did that for a bit, knowing it relaxed him and that he liked it more than he let on
“hm, well i think i just fell a little more in love,” he repliedeventually, eyes still closed, “can’t believe someone sees me the way you do”
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