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hi <3, i am a big fan of your writing for xavier and i wanted to request something!

maybe one where the reader is in the fencing club too and she is like the best (but stil very nice) and xavier has a big crush on her? and when they fence togeher he always loses but he enjoys, when she’s happy, so he doesn’t care?

and if thats not to much, she loses against him once (bcs shes sick or like flustered around him) and he is confused/worried and idk but they confess?

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X. THORPE X F!READER

Sypnosis: When it came to fencing, she was good, but fencing against him made it hard to keep up and not get flustered.

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Xavier watched without looking away; he was always going to be amazed at her skill. y/n never lost to any of the other fencers.No matter how many times she fought against any of them or they against her, she was always able to win, and they were never able to win.

What had made y/n a bit special, however, was how kind she was about it all. No matter who her opponent was, she would compliment them and their skill, and anyone who dared to say anything negative about their fencing to her would be met with an immediate protest. She was gracious towards everyone, never wanting people to see her as above them.

Sometimes Xavier even thought she was a bit too gracious towards people who did not deserve her respect. He remembered a guy about two years back who, since having graduated from Nevermore, refused to salute y/n before their second round, all because she had won the first point. Not saluting your opponent is a sign of respect, no matter what your personal opinion of them as a person is, so that was a big no. Yet, when y/n had won and the older boy had bitterly thrown off his mask, she still gave a smile and said it was a good match.

So Xavier stood off to the side, saber in hand, as he just watched y/n and one of the other boys, Will, fence with one another. Their bout was soon over, but y/n was close to getting the fifteenth point before the time was up. Just one more touch, and she would win this.

To no surprise, y/n was able to get in a last touch before the nine minutes were up. As soon as she had touched Will's chest with the point of her saber, she stepped back and made sure to give the boy room.

"Well done, l/n." Coach praised her with a clap of his hands, and Xavier was also clapping at her.

"It was nothing," y/n said as she removed her mask. "You almost had me for a second."

"Almost." Will pointed out that he too had taken off his mask to reveal his face.

"Don't be like that; you were awesome." And there was that graciousness in her. She was all too kind towards people, but that was also one of the things that he liked about her.

As y/n started to converse with Will, Xavier could not help but glare a little. But he soon did not have to glare anymore as Bianca pulled y/n aside, giving her a bottle of water while they began to talk instead, and Will walked off, but not before shooting a questioning look at the taller boy.

It was actually surprising to Xavier that even Bianca did not have any grudges against y/n. It was such an odd duo that had occurred when they first started at Nevermore, and it was even more odd that the siren had never been irritated at the other girl; she was more impressed by her.

"Thorpe," the coach said, drawing Xavier's attention away from the two girls, one of whom was his ex and the other a longtime crush. "Wanna go for a bout? You've been standing around most of the time."

"Uh, yeah, sure."

"Good. L/n," the coach said as he approached the girl. "Care for another bout?"

"Of course," Her smile was bright as Bianca patted her shoulder, as if to say she would win.

"Well then, Mr. Thorpe, l/n, middle."

At the mention of Xaviers' last name, y/n turned your head towards him, eyes just slightly wide. She found that he was already looking at her before he shrugged and walked towards the middle of the strip, waiting for her to do the same.

But she just stood there, looking at Xavier, and her mind was running wild. She did have a weakness when it came to fencing, and it was one she did not want to say out loud to anyone, especially not to Bianca. Xavier had just, in some way, slithered his way into her heart and gotten comfortable there. She felt bad for liking him; honestly, he was Bianca's ex, and Bianca was her friend.

Before she could come back to reality and out of her own mind, Binaca had nudged her shoulder, which made y/n turn her head towards her. With a twinkle in her eyes, the siren motioned her head toward Xavier and the coach. The way y/n had just kind of frozen in place while staring at the brunette boy waiting for her made Bianca suspicious. There had been a few more instances like this, which also made her start putting two and two together, though she was not mad.

"Right," y/n mumbled, shaking her head and walking to the middle of the strip.

Standing up straight, y/n moved into position, standing about twelve feet from where Xavier stood on the strip. Taking a quick glance up at him instead of at one of the pillars behind him, she was met by a smirk as he brought his blade up to salute her. y/n quickly copied the salute, fighting the heat growing in her cheeks.

Putting on her mask, y/n tried to get into her mindset as always when she was fencing. Biting her cheek, she got into stance, waiting for the signal to start. All while y/n was fighting to stay focused, Xavier was preparing to lose. He did not have a problem with losing, not to her. He liked how happy she would get and the fact that she would interact with him, talking and being all cheery.

"Pret? Allez!" Coach signalled their start, and y/n had a touch at Xavier within seconds.

After resetting in the middle, they started for the next point. Just as usual, y/n was able to get in a few touches at first. Each time Xavier bit back his smile, knowing he would most likely lose, but it was entertaining to have her fuss about how she thought he was good.

The first period ended with her having five points, and, to his surprise, he had gotten in two touches, which earned him two points. y/n took off her mask and swallowed, going to grab her water bottle just as Bianca came up to her.

"What's going on?" The siren asked her, filled with confusion, as she took a big gulp of her water while peeping over at Xavier, who too looked over at her with a curious look.

"What do you mean?" She lowered the bottle from her lips with a puzzled expression.

"Girl, he has two points." Bianca states the obvious. "No one ever gets two points when facing you in the first period only."

"I don't know why it matters. Maybe I'm just not that good and he's catching up."

"Really? So there isn't any other possible reason, because you seem a little flustered."

"No!" y/n quickly exclaimed, eyes wide as she turned towards her friend before putting down her bottle of water.

She was not able to say anything else before the coach called her over for the second period of the bout. Her heart was racing as Xavier was eyeing her in a muddled way, not being able to connect the dots on why she seemed to have a hard time looking at him. Usually, she would not have a big problem with it.

Putting their masks on after saluting and going for the second period, her mind was running amok. The way the side of his mouth had tugged into a smirk before putting on his mask had her mind occupied, so occupied that she was shocked at the sudden feel of a touch to her body by Xaviers' sabr tip. Which also made Xavier more and more confused.

The next couple of points from the second period mostly went to Xavier, leaving him with seven points and y/n with eight. As soon as the second period was over, all the other students were watching them fence. Instead of going to get some water, she just stood and mentally cursed herself out. Fearing that she was making it obvious that he was a distraction.

She had not taken off her mask, so Xavier tapped her shoulder, which caused her to finally take it off, her heart speeding up as she turned to see him standing beside her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yes. Why wouldn't I be?" She gave a tight-lipped smile, which was a bit uncharacteristic, seeing as the majority of her smiles were radiant and genuine.

"I was just wondering if I was improving or if you were letting me win." Xavier joked, which did cause the reaction he wanted—a bright smile followed by a laugh that broke onto her face.

"What if I was letting you win? Then what?" It was a way to play along and not show why she was actually not fencing her game.

"Oo, then I'd be disappointed." He told as the second minute break ended and it was time for the third and final period of the fight.

"Hm," y/n hummed as she put on her mask, her cheeks burning as a wide grin pulled across her face as she moved to stand in the middle for the final period.

This time, it was even between the two. Xavier was having a harder time getting in a touch than before, as y/n tried as hard as she could to keep herself concentrated. It worked a good while to imagine him as Binaca, who would, without hesitation, try and rile her up, so it would be a more intense match.

But it was becoming harder and harder as the three minutes of the last period slowly got to an end, with Xavier and y/n being equal in points, a shock to most of the other students who were watching intensely.

Before she could even register what was happening, Xavier got in a last touch right before the time ran out, making him the winner with the most points. As soon as she felt the touch of the saber, she stopped, breathing hard and whispering a low "dammit" for letting her mind slip.

"Thorpe, you win." Even the coach seemed surprised as he announced him as the winner. Lowering his saber, Xavier took off his mask, and his whole face was twisted up in confusion. His brows were furrowed, his eyes suspicious—no, they were worried.

"That was fantastic," y/n said as she removed her mask, worried that the heat in her cheeks would be visible.

"Yeah," was all Xavier could utter before y/n turned to walk over towards Bianca with a nod.

"You alright there, l/n?" The coach asked before she could get much further.

"Of course." She said it as if it were obvious, taking a quick look around to see the others who had been watching slowly move to get back to theirs.

"Okay, what is going on?" Bianca was quick to snatch her by her wrist, pulling her in close.

"Nothing."

"Oh, really, nothing? Because I think you have a little crush on Xavier." Scared that Bianca had said it so loudly, y/n swiftly covered her mouth, which made the siren let out a muffled sound of protest.

"No, I don't!" She whisper-yelled at her friend.

"Oh, please, the way you look at him, say something else. And every time you fence against him, he scores more points every time; he makes you flustered." Bianca took a piece of the terrified girl's hand from her mouth and kept her voice low so as not to alert anyone.

"No, no, no. I would never! He's your ex; I would never do that in my entire life." Her fearful tone made the other girl tilt her head. She cared that much about their friendship that she was afraid to even admit having a crush on Xavier.

"You think I'm mad?"

"Yes, why wouldn't—"

The sudden tap on her shoulder caused y/n to turn around; an amused smile was on Bianca's face. y/n's hands dropped from her friend's shoulder as she faced the taller boy, giving a small smile to conceal the fact that she had just been talking about him.

"I'm just gonna... yeah." Bianca pointed to the current bout going on on the second strip and slowly backed off, leaving the two alone.

"Is there anything?" y/n asked sweetly, internally swearing at herself for not just following Bianca.

"Ehm, yeah, I just..." Xavier paused, glancing over at Bianca, who was watching the two. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, like I said earlier, I'm just fine."

"You're fine, yet I beat you in fencing? It does not sound as if you're fine." His eyes watched her attentively, noticing every time she tried to start speaking but the words died on her tongue, and every time she would look off to the side.

"I was just.." Her eyes raised to meet his but quickly averted. "Distracted."

"Only distracted?" He moved slightly closer, gazing at her intensely

"Yep," Her cheeks were growing warmer with each passing minute as she heard him hum at her, suddenly feeling his hand brush against hers.

"You know, I was just wondering," Xavier started off, earning her attention. "Maybe you'd want to do something, sometime."

"As in just hang out, or as in a..." Her pause made Xavier chuckle a little and shake his head.

"Do you want it to be a date?"

The way she bit the inside of her cheek and completely avoided eye contact gave him the answer he needed, but he still also got a verbal answer. "Maybe."

"Sure, it's a date then."

"Okay, I'll see you then, Xavier." She slowly backed off, earning an amused look from the boy as he could clearly see she was flustered.

"Yeah."

As she turned for the third time, y/n got janked by the arm by Bianca. Pulling her friend close, the siren took a glance back at Xavier, who smiled to himself before going to fence against another of the students.

"So?" The siren asked.

"I have a date."

"Oh, you do?"

"Yeah, with your ex." There was a slight fear in her voice.

"Don't even worry about that girl."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. You got a date." Bianca mused.

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vagabond-umlaut · 1 year

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fairy cakes

two dumb classmates redefining mutual pining. one injured senpai people keep linking you with. zero baking experience in your being.

what could possibly go wrong?

▸ student! gojo satoru x student! gn! reader; wc: 1.6k; background nanami x haibara; lots and lots of fluff; pining; teasing; missions; injuries and recoveries; reader is in denial and acceptance (confusing, ik); (i repeat) soft tooth-rotting fluff (i promise)

▸ belongs to series we're the summer to our winter rain but you can read this as a stand-alone if you wanna!

▸ idk what's happening to me. (another fic, so soon!?!?) (i ain't upset tho.) anyways, gif, divider and characters aren't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

"are the cupcakes readyyy?"

the decision of letting these four guys spend the afternoon at your place was a blunder. terribly, horribly, greatly - a historic blunder.

you shoot geto an exasperated look. the boy simply shrugs back, lips twitching, as he takes a water bottle from the fridge and saunters back to wherever the hell he emerged from.

beside you, meanwhile, nanami continues to mutter the ingredients under his breath - the thousandth time in the past hour - making you wonder if you can survive a jump from your fourth-storeyed flat's kitchen window or not.

maybe not, you decide, cracking three eggs open and pouring them into the bowl. and even if you do, it's not worth the risk, anyways. you might've got money to burn but you would much rather not burn it all on hospital bills, thank you.

"hey, they said two eggs, not three," your classmate's solemn voice draws you from your thoughts. glancing at the boy, then at the bowl, then back at him, you feel the corners of your lip lift in a tense grin.

"that recipe you are reading's all wrong," you state, snatching the cookbook from him with one hand and snapping it shut, "my mom always baked me and my brothers cakes in our childhood. trust me, i know. i might've never baked before but it's in my blood."

you watch nanami open his mouth, then close it, then open it again - only to close it. and the metaphorical bulb lights up in your brain.

a teasing smile now carving its way onto your lips, you return to the batter, adding, "don't get stressed, kento-kun. i'm pretty sure yu-kun will looove the cupcakes. just as much as you love him."

a sputter followed by a cough sounds next to you. "hey, that- that's not true. what're you talking about?" the blond exclaims indignantly.

the whisk dropped into the batter, a loud gasp escapes you as you twist to face him. "are you implying your love for yu-kun is fake, then? oh gosh! and here i thought you were a decent person, kento-kun!" you cry out dramatically, placing a hand over your forehead.

"hey, no, that's not it," the boy refutes your claims in an instant. you watch in glee how his otherwise-stoic features grow bashful. "my feelings for haibara-kun aren't fake. they are real. quite a lot so."

"oh, is it so?" you ask in faux-curiosity, then turn to the boy, genuinely wondering, "then why don't you confess to him? yu-kun will accept it in a heartbeat, i'm sure of that."

a couple of seconds pass before the smile falls from your face, giving way to a mighty frown, as you watch the boy next to you grow silent, desolation dimming his gaze as he returns to finding the cupcake moulds.

in your sixteen years of existence, you've always viewed love as... just that. lovely. exceedingly so.

yes, you have never experienced it yourself yet, but everyone else always described it as wonderful, leaving one happy and giddy and just splendid at the end of the day.

then why does kento-kun's face grow grave at love's very mention?

"are you scared of losing him one day, kento-kun?" you ask him quietly, the words tumbling out your mouth before you registering, while you add the other ingredients - brown sugar, cocoa powder, vanilla extract - into the bowl and start whisking them again.

a long while passes - one wherein two excited yells sound from the living room, accompanied by a dramatic whine (you know whose) - after which your question receives a reply.

except, it's your inquiry thrown back at you.

"aren't you scared of losing your loved ones?" nanami asks, just as quietly as you did. in the background, yet another dramatic cry rings through the air-conditioned air.

and your mind, as if on auto-pilot, flies back to that one night a week ago you spent in the infirmary.

the night you felt the most terrified. the most penitent. the loneliest.

the mission was worded to be an easy one, a simple in-and-out kind.

gojo and you decided to visit the ruins of a shrine in nikko, kill the special-grade curse wreaking havoc there, and finally go to the patisserie nearby, he had been singing praises for, for weeks and days at end.

that was the plan, that would have been the reality too - an awesome reality to mark the start of your much-loved summer holidays - until everything went haywire, that is.

there was no one special-grade curse, there were multitudes of them. and if that wasn't enough, to couple that woe, the walls were too, too derelict and weak to bear the brunt of either of your cursed energy blows, let alone your joint attacks.

the tragedy, however, lay not in either of the facts.

the tragedy lay in gojo's and your ignorance of both of them.

before either of you could realize what's wrong, whilst you two were relaxing for a beat, having exorcised all the curses, bodies tired and bruised, the ages-old shrine came caving in on you - the roof, the walls, the everything.

and gojo, being gojo - the absolute self-sacrificing idiot you never knew he could be - chose to turn his infinity off in favour of pulling you under his tall frame, bearing the weight of the crash all upon his back.

the entire trip back to school and everything that happened after is all a blurry mess in your brain now.

save for the metallic stench of blood, the leaden weight of guilt, the sympathetic soft voices and the ice-cold hand you kept rubbing circles on and on, and pressing kisses to, throughout the night till the morning next - when a familiar pair of clear blue eyes opened, blinking blearily, and crinkled in a grin at your sight, raspy voice asking if you would mind visiting the shop a couple of days later.

your cheeks feel awfully wet as you recount those details - and you huff a watery chuckle.

"i too am scared, i guess," you admit in a hushed tone, pouring the batter into the moulds - eight, not twelve, you remind yourself, 'cause shoko went to visit family and geto's going on that date you're forcing him to go. a beat passes in utter silence before you feel a pair of arms pull you gently into a side-embrace.

"i didn't intend to make you cry, sorry," nanami says in a kind voice. you immediately open your mouth, wanting to say it's not his fault; the boy shushes you, continuing, just as gently, "why don't you take a small break, hm? only the frosting's left, right? i'll call haibara. both of us can handle it from here."

betraying your brimming eyes, you throw him an impish grin. "are you sure this wasn't some ploy to get some alone-time with your boyfie?"

"no, it wasn't," your classmate says, rolling his eyes in annoyance, though the smile on his lips tell you otherwise. accepting the napkin from him, you let him maneuver you towards the living room, an arm slung around your shoulders, when he speaks up again, "geto senpai will be leaving for his date in another couple of minutes. he's already ready."

your brows furrow a tad as you glance at him from the corner of your eyes. nanami hates stating the obvious... then why is he now?

"of course, i know that. i was the one who set him up on that date, remember?" you say, perplexed, "so?"

"so..." the blond drawls with a rare wide grin. did the sun rise in the west today or something of the sort?

"you should've realized by now, it was a ploy to get you some alone-time with your boyfie."

an indignant gasp escaping, you twist in his grasp, ready to deny his mind-boggling claims - then stop when you catch gojo grin at you, waving not unlike a maniac, from where he is slouched on the couch.

ignoring the tight feeling in your chest (must have been a heartburn from that stale pizza), you grin back at your shades-wearing senpai, waving just as wildly.

nanami's an idiot - you decide as you sit down carefully next to the white-haired boy - he's still healing, after all - and kiss his bandaged forehead. your two classmates, meanwhile, keep rambling, like the pining fools they've been of late.

ignoring them, you focus on your ruminations instead - yeah, you're certainly not in love with your gojo senpai. it's just that-

"hey, were you crying?" musings broken in half by a gentle thumb on the apple of your cheeks, you peer up at the boy, only to find him frowning, concern clear-as-day behind his goggles.

biting your lower lip to keep it from wobbling, you shake your head 'no' and snuggle into his side, relishing in the warmth he offers, the balmy discomfort of 39°C be damned.

asking you no more questions, gojo simply pulls you even closer into himself; you close your eyes to restrain your tears.

tears of joy.

tears of relief.

tears of something new, something wonderful, you can't name yet, but have a hunch, can soon.

encased in your dear (not beloved, just dear) senpai's comforting touch, your lost train of thought revisits you, waiting to be finished.

a warm smile appears on your lips.

it's just that you'll do anything in this world - without an ounce of reluctance - if it means you always get to see that goofy, careless, adorable, genuine grin on his face, you've grown to cherish so much.

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ethereal-night-fairy · 6 months

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Forgotten Sorrows

Chapter 5

Fae!Soap X Female Reader? I kinda want to ship Witch and Rún not gonna lie. Let me know how you guys feel about that. But I also like soap so idk.

Soap sees Daisy for what she truly is and can't come to terms with how things have unfolded. While Price is overcome with guilt especially after seeing the extent of the damage he has caused.

Warnings: MDNI, dark themes, mention of trauma, bullying, physical and mental abuse, mental health talk unstable emotions, guilt and angst, cursing, hurt/comfort sorry if I missed any.

I'm so sorry I've been gone for over a month again. It was really hard to get back into writing and I genuinely have no clue where I'm going with this story at this point. But I'm trying my best to write. Feel free to send me ideas or questions about the story if you don't understand anything. I hope you all enjoy the chapter. This Fae au belongs to @ghouljams I feature their Oc in my writing, send them some love. This story wouldn't exist without them. Also they helped by giving me tips on how to write Witch more accurately 💗 a big thank you to them 😊.

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Soap stood outside Daisy’s Apartment building begrudgingly. It had been a few days since the picnic and he took some time to himself to sort out his feelings. Not that your sister would let him. She had bombarded his phone daily with messages until he just turned it off. He hated the fact he couldn’t get you out of his head. You fluttered around his mind like a little butterfly, stirring his emotions. He could still feel the residual warmth of your drawing he left on his bedside table. But his pride came first and he wasn’t about to admit defeat. He had spent too much time isolating your sister to give up now especially after your threats against him. He held the flowers he bought in his hands, perhaps a bit too tightly due to his anger. When he had tried going up to your sister's apartment he wasn’t able to come within a two feet radius of the door. More than likely your doing. The magic seemed somewhat familiar but it wasn’t yours. No, your magic had a more subtle warmth to it. Like the heat of the sun on a dewy spring day, making the bite of the melting winter bearable. Though it was autumn now, mid september to be more specific. Soap stood outside waiting for Daisy to come down. He had texted her that he was waiting on the street to take her out on a date as an apology for being unable to contact her for the last few days because of a family situation, which wasn’t a lie. He was indeed busy doing some errands for Price trying to keep his mind off you.

He had talked to Price about the situation he was in right after the picnic, Price found the ordeal odd too, that you suddenly just appeared with magic. Also the fact that you had no tethers whatsoever. Soap did confess to tapping you and Price concluded that probably played a part in breaking whatever seal you had in place. Soap noticed that when he described what you looked like Price had an odd look on his face. He didn’t bother asking about it, too consumed with his own troubles at the time. He spent the next few days drinking his problems away. He would rather be black out drunk than remember the hurt in your eyes. He found out later that evening that price had met you unexpectedly while visiting his Witch. He also told him all about the insults you were spouting off about him when complaining to his witch, which made him chuckle. At least he had his looks going for him. Price goes on to explain to him how you two had briefly met in your early years of childhood. He seemed relieved you had grown up well rather than perished. Soap hadn’t realized you had such a hard upbringing. He felt kinda bad for causing you more trouble....but he refused to acknowledge any affection he had for you. No you were just a fly buzzing around his head. An obstacle in the way of his meal.

Soap was growing even more annoyed by the second. The chill in the air was beginning to bite yet Daisy still wasn’t ready, she had texted him 20 minutes ago saying she’ll be down in a minute. He occupied himself with admiring the modern building. It was confusing how she could afford to live in the city center on her playwright salary, though he could tell she was lying when he had asked about her job. He didn’t bother finding out the truth since most humans embellish their lives and she wasn’t going to live long anyways. Finally he sees her exit the building in very expensive looking clothes, Soap wore more of a smart casual outfit instead of his usual tight fitted gym clothes. She had on a Chanel two piece tweed skirt and jacket with a blouse and tights to match. He sees her come running into his arms and catches her. He mentally prepares himself to put up an act as she giggles and places a kiss to his cheek.

“You have a lot to make up for mister”, she pouts. “Especially after ignoring me for the last couple of days”

“Aye lass ah will take ye out tae eat somewhere nice”, he said handing her the slightly wilted flowers. She takes the flowers and makes a face but quickly fixes her expressions not before Soap had noticed. He decided not to say anything. She smiles and thanks him. Another hook in place.

“Hold on, I need to get my favourite lip gloss out of my car”, she says, fixing her makeup then prancing down the street to where her Audi A1 was. She opens her car to grab her lip gloss from her dash compartment. Soap admires the car but is still confused as to where this kind of money was coming from. It was a fairly new car by the indication of the number plate. She walks back towards Soap, extending her hand for him to take, which he does. It was nearing 10 am so he thought to take her to a cute cafe close by for some breakfast. As they walked Daisy started complaining about her boss, and how her workplace was too blind to recognise her talents. That she’s stuck in a rut doing menial tasks rather than writing what she wanted. Soap couldn’t help but ask when she had gotten her car just to have a change in topic so he didn’t have to listen to her whining.

“Oh.... I bought it as a gift for myself after graduation”, Soap caught the lie again. It was beginning to get on his nerves. But he plastered on his best smile as he replied.

“Oh ye must have worked very hard tae get yourself through university”, her eyes lit up by his praise

“It was hard but I got through it”, she said, acting bashfully.

They arrived at the very scenic flower cafe. The place was decorated with flower walls everywhere and the chandelier’s had bluebells cascading down from them. They got a table directly under one of the chandeliers. Daisy was overjoyed and was constantly taking pictures, especially when the food arrived. She typed away at her phone for a while before acknowledging Soaps' presence. She did that quite often. He had noticed it when he had first met her. If the conversation wasn’t about Daisy it wasn’t worth her attention. When she did start talking to him it was to pull out her iPad and show him her latest work. He could tell she was expecting praise and compliments as she looked at him hopefully. Soap was just glad to gain some sustenance as he took her tablet in his hands. She enjoyed her food and talked about her new ideas as Soap focused on her writing. But as he read Soap felt like he was consuming cardboard decorated to look like food. Like when children hand you fake food to eat and you have to pretend to enjoy it. Though nothing had changed in her writing to cause such a drastic change. Her writing style was the same, even the types of characters she wrote were the same but he gained little to nothing from it. The story was all about the main character who coincidentally resembled Daisy with some minor physical changes. The only time other characters spoke or appeared in a scene was to serve the main character in some way. It left a weird taste in his mouth causing him to remember the drawing you gave him, which had such a sweet warmth to it. Like honey melting on his tongue. He returned her Ipad and said it was decent. Daisy looked disappointed by what he said and was slightly vexed by his change in demeanor. Before he would shower her in compliments, now she wasn’t getting the same engagement. Usually he would tell her he’d let his connections know about her work, giving her the false hope that a big theater would call her to collaborate. She gave him a tightlipped smile before going back to eating and talking about her work schedule.

“You know I called in sick so I could spend time with you, even after you ghosted me for the last few days. I have very important projects coming up”, she says, trying to make him feel guilty.

“Oh? Ya should have gone tae work then”, he says in a monotone voice drinking his coffee.

He couldn’t find it in himself to put an act up anymore. Or to care about her feelings. The realisation was finally hitting him, he had made a huge mistake in choosing his prey. You had told him you’d make him regret coming into your sister's life, and regret was all he was feeling right now. Had he not asked you for that drawing he would have happily gone through with consuming your sister without a care. But now he had a taste of you, had an indication of what he could sink his teeth into, his body refused to consume the cardboard he was being fed. He pinches his nose looking up at your sister's reaction. She definitely wasn’t pleased by him. He could practically see steam coming out of her ears from the anger that was building up. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do now. He couldn’t pursue you even if he wanted to, especially not after the whole picnic incident. He knew very little about you and he doubted you would fall for any of his usual tactics. And the fact you also had magic now complicated things further. He needed to know more and who better to tell him than your sister. He put on the best smile he could muster up.

“Sorry lass I’ve just had a rough couple of days”, he takes her hand into his and runs his thumb over her knuckles. “You know you never told me much about your childhood, i want to know more about the life you lived”

Her anger slowly fades and a satisfied smile appears on her face, finally getting the chance to talk about herself again. Daisy starts her monologue about the difficulties that she faced growing up in the orphanage. Though Soap wasn’t really interested. He kept on a sympathetic smile just to please her, squeezing her hand from time to time. Every time you were mentioned he tried steering the conversation to get to know more about your childhood but that didn’t last long. She didn’t appreciate Soap asking so many questions about you. Daisy would talk about how popular she was when she came to the orphanage and how the number of children dwindled as time went on. She voiced her frustrations with her foster families, how none of them knew how to take care of her needs properly, so she was sent back to the orphanage. Soap could see jealousy in her eyes when talking about other orphans getting adopted. She would talk about you in a pitying tone calling you a loner, a ‘problem child’ more specifically. Saying she felt bad no one would play or talk to you so she had to step up to be the bigger person. She had implied that no one even considered fostering or adopting you because you caused so much trouble.

“Even our orphanage caretakers didn’t like her. They kept her busy doing some chores to keep her away from the other children. Maybe if she was kind like me they would have liked her too. But I felt so bad for her so I’d talk to her in private sometimes.”

At this point all Soap wanted to do was chew off his own ears. Maybe silence would fill his stomach. She called you clingy and controlling and said that she wasn’t able to set boundaries because she felt bad for you. She spent the next 10 minutes complaining about all the things she hated about you. How you were greedy with your money, and constantly gave out to her about her little things. How you had a pretentious air about you just because you got a scholarship to an art college. How you had made her stay here even though she got accepted into a nicer university in a different city.

“Like honestly, I could have gone to a way better university if it weren’t for her. I bet it was because she got that scholarship and didn’t want me doing better than her. Or probably wanted to rub in the fact that her painting career was doing so well once she graduated. I have no idea why they thought she deserved that scholarship with her god awful depressing art. While I had to work for small scraps.”

Soap was completely fed up at this point. He was seriously considering sewing her mouth shut. Perhaps he’d be able to gain some sanity back. The more Daisy lied the more Soap wanted to find out the truth. He fixes her with his worst glare, using her full name he begins asking her questions and informing her to answer with plain honesty.

“Tell me the real reason why she had told ye not tae attend the university that ye wanted”.

His eerily calm voice sent shivers down Daisy’s spine but she was in a hold she couldn’t fight. Like her limbs were immobilised by thread. She felt like a insect wound in webs unable to escape. Waiting for the beast to bite and snap her neck. She saw the danger that threatened to bubble up in his alluring eyes. For the first time she was seeing him for what he truly was, a monster. Her mind glazed over as she was lulled into a false sense of security as her bounds squeezed her tighter looking for answers.

“She couldn’t afford to support me financially, the tuition and housing was too expensive”, she answered in a monotone voice not fully comprehending what she just said.

“But Ah thought ye said ye worked and saved from a young age tae support yourself?”

“I lied, I only started working after I graduated university, Rún paid for my tuition and bought a condo near the campus so I didn’t need to pay rent.”

“The same condo she lives in now?”

“Yeah”

“What else did Rún pay for?”

“She bought me my current car after I had begged and guilt tripped her before my graduation. She paid for all my school supplies and necessities. She’d give me extra spending money in university when she could afford it. She also sends me money monthly to pay for rent and bills since I can’t afford it on my current salary. Especially after I got fired from my last job.”

Soap could feel his hands ball into fists but kept a controlled expression on his face. He didn’t want to create a scene so he opted to drink his now cold coffee. He hadn’t realised how much of a self-centered bitch she was until now. His hunger had clouded his judgement. He wonders how and why you dealt with her all these years. Why do you have such fierce loyalty towards her? Especially when she treated you like utter shit under her feet. She’s just using you for money. Did you know what she really thought about you?

“Why did ye get fired?

“Because I was caught having an affair with my boss, his wife had found out when my coworkers complained that my plays were being chosen even though I was only a playwright assistant. So I had to get a job at a different theater.”

“How was Rún able tae pay for everything?”

“Rún began working when she was 16. She wanted to attend a private art college so she began saving early on. She had quite a lot saved before she graduated from secondary school and worked throughout her time in college. She won some art competitions in school and in college which added to her funds. She started her own online art shop at the end of her degree which generated her more income. But it wasn’t enough to put me through the university I wanted to go to. I told her art wasn’t going to be enough to sustain her life or me through university, that she should keep it as a hobby if she really wanted to do it. So she got a well paying job as a gallery curator with the help of her college. She continued to sell her art on the side and got commissions when she sold other people’s artworks at gala events. She still wasn’t able to afford to pay for my tuition so she asked if I could just stay here unless I wanted to work and take out a loan while in university and she’ll help out as much as she could. I didn’t want to work or take out a loan so I went to the local university instead. Since it was cheaper she used the extra money to buy me whatever I needed in school supplies and other stuff.”

“Sae what ye’re telling me is that yer sister gave up her life sae she could support yer ungrateful ass?”, he looked at her with a stare so hot you’d think the sun took residence in his eyes. Like he was about to burn her very existence. But Daisy was still in a slight trance to fully comprehend the danger she was in, yet Soaps words vexed her greatly. Her anger brought her out of her haze before she went on a rant.

“She went back to her art eventually, She even got a huge commission from the local library soon after quitting her previous job. They were going to pay her in 6 figures to paint her God awful paintings. I fully supported her pursuing art again even though her art wasn’t even good. Not forgetting all the support she got from her delusional mentors in college. I never understood why she gained so much fame for her paintings. On top of that she had a surplus of money saved that she didn’t even need for college because she got that scholarship. She won so many awards with her mediocre art! I don’t understand why people like her weird art. Her art isn’t even that good! She got a scholarship that she didn’t deserve, she got a great job right after graduating because of her connections. I had to sleep with that bald idiot of a boss to get my work noticed then got fired when I was finally gaining some recognition! Now I have to work as an assistant at a low grade theater that doesn’t even have a good budget for productions. Her life couldn’t be more easier!! Why is it that she gets everything!? What’s wrong with her helping me when she has so much and I have nothing. She made a promise to support me as her sister, she should fulfill it! With the money she’s getting soon she can help publish and promote my work. It’s the least she can do'', she says spitting venom and out of breath from her rant.

Soap put her back in a stronger trance just to stop himself from attacking her. If he could rip out her throat right this instant he would have but people were starting to look now due to her outburst. So it was better for him to talk to her another day before trouble started brewing. Any guilt he felt about consuming Daisy because of your relationship with her quickly vanished in an instant. You might hate him for it but he was going to get rid of Daisy one way or another. He told Daisy to forget the conversation they just had as he got up to pay. When he came back she was gathering her thoughts. She looked at her phone confused where the time went. He put his ever so charming smile back on as he said he had errands to run and had to leave but the bill was paid. She leaned in for a kiss but Soap didn’t want her anywhere near him so he gave her a pat on her shoulder before leaving. Ignoring her hurt expression. He’ll keep Daisy around for now since he needed more information from her, but by the Seasons he was so fed up with her. He really shot himself in the foot by asking for that drawing or maybe it was a blessing he saw your sister for who she is. He needed to blow off some steam after what he just heard so he went looking for Gaz. He might get drunk later to vent out his frustrations. Might need to go to Price again for advice as well, he should do that first.

You had slowly started drifting into a slumber from sheer exhaustion. Your mind was spinning from all the feelings and memories you were trying to suppress. The guilt was eating away at you for having caused another incident but you felt safe in her arms. Witch continued to hold you gently, wiping away the last of your tears. She cradled your head to her chest and she whispered sweet reassuring words as you eventually fell asleep not before whispering something to her. Witch’s eyes shot up to Price, who was still propped up against the wall. At least he had the decency to look guilty. As much as Witch cared for him she couldn’t let this go unpunished even if you had whispered for her not to get mad at him. She looks at the brass watering can laying on the grass empty. She had gotten it in your favourite colour after you had hurt yourself with the iron one a couple years back. She watches your breathing steady as you relax further into her arms. You were littered with small burns everywhere and your choker had gotten damaged too. She felt herself lamenting the current situation, she should’ve just stayed. You already had a rough morning and she was only just able to calm you down. Seeing you in so much pain made her heart ache, especially since she felt like she wasn’t able to help you adequately. Whatever Price had said to you must have pushed you over the edge. Though she was angry she didn’t have the energy to give Price an earful at the moment so she settled on ignoring him. She was about to use magic to carry you inside when Price spoke up, sensing he was in alot of trouble from his love. She had never given him the cold shoulder before.

“Let me carry her inside luv, it’s the least I can do”, Price tries offering but he can see he’s on thin ice.

“I think you’ve done enough”, she said in a clipped tone while she inspected Rún carefully.

“I’m sorry....I wasn’t tactful when i spoke to her, I should ‘ave waited for you to be home sweetheart. My intention wasn’t to hurt her.”

He hadn’t meant to be so blunt when talking to you. After his conversation with Soap earlier that morning he thought it would be best if you heard the truth and let go of your narcissistic sister. He wanted you to feel more welcome in the fae world especially after hearing about the way you were treated in that orphanage. He hadn’t realized your mental health had deteriorated so rapidly. Looking back at the interaction, you did look more fatigued than last time and your eyes were red from crying. He should have acknowledged the signs before he spoke. He should have been gentler.

He came to see his witch almost every day. He should have known if you were staying, whatever it was that you were going through must have been serious. Today was the first time since Sunday he saw you outside for longer than a minute. Whenever he was around you tended to find an excuse to return inside leaving him and Witch to talk in private. Witch had informed him on Monday that you were resting until you felt better. He had felt your magic within the house, more so when you were awake. It definitely had different characteristics to Witch’s magic but it somehow blended seamlessly into hers with ease. Like spring bleeding into summer. Over the next few days he would hear you mulling around the house doing small tasks peeking your head out when you needed to ask Witch something. You wouldn’t come out to greet him though just quick glances from the back door and then you’d scurry away. He found it cute so did Witch she would smile at your introverted tendencies. He truly felt bad for causing you unnecessary pain.

“I’ll explain what happened.... Please let me help. Using magic on her now might worsen her condition”, he bargained.

Witch felt conflicted. She didn’t want to cause you more pain, on one hand Price was the cause of your current state but on the other she knew in her heart he would never intentionally hurt someone dear to her. Yet she couldn’t help but get angry even after you had told her not to. You were always taking the blame for things that weren’t your fault. It had become a habit by now to diffuse any difficult situations like this. She held you closer as she watched Price approach the back gate, waiting for permission to be allowed in. She could see it in his eyes that he felt bad about what happened and she acknowledged she needed more context if was going to try to help you through this episode. She gave him a nod to allow him in and he didn’t waste a second.

He closed the gate behind him as he made his way to them. Witch pressed her lips to your forehead as she retreated her hands from around you while Price went to lift you, carefully avoiding your burns. You stirred but didn’t wake. Witch could tell by your painful wimpers, you didn’t like being held. She didn’t have much of a choice at the moment. She wouldn’t have been able to carry you herself without using magic. Maybe you didn’t like the unfamiliarity of Price holding you. To his credit he did try to soothe you.

“You're gonna be ok dear, we’re going to have you looked at.”, he shifted his hold trying to make sure he wasn’t hurting you further.

But you only calmed down once you heard Witchs voice beside you. She led Price inside and directed him to the room you were staying in. She had pulled back the duvet for him to lay you down on the bed. While he did that she went to get some burn salve.

Upon her return Price had a lot of guilt written in his face. He could finally see the extent of the damage done to your skin. Though they weren’t serious burns but they would still sting. Witch approached Rún as she slept and began applying the salve very carefully to her burnt skin. You whined in pain when she would touch a particularly sore spot but settle down after some comforting words from her

“I know honey, I know. I’m almost done”, she carefully removed your damaged necklace to see if your neck was burnt, there were some light burns here and there nothing too serious. She tucks you into bed and places a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room with Price.

Price followed behind her not knowing where to begin, they arrived at her kitchen where she pulled out a stool at the breakfast counter directly opposite to the stove. Price took the hint and sat down as she made her way towards her cabinets.

Many jars and vials adorned the inside of her rustic shelves. With the range of herbs, spices and blends she had, she’d put world renowned apothecaries to shame. Price was in awe of her not that this was the first he was in her kitchen but just the level of care and dedication she put into her craft was admirable. He still felt really guilty about the situation and wanted to clear the tense air that was manifesting but words evaded him when he needed them most. She took out some lavender tea leaves to steep in her glass teapot as she walked towards her fridge to grab some mulled wine to warm up for Price in a copper pot. As the brews warmed on the stove she turned and faced him leaning against the counter not saying anything. Her eyes were downcast, refusing to look at him.

Price could feel the gears in her head overworking trying to find a rhyme or reason for how everything has played out. He wishes he could brush away the creases on her forehead, wish he could kiss away her every worry even though right now he was to blame. She had a distant look in her eyes. He had opened and closed his mouth countless times by now, unable to find the right words. She had poured and served him the mulled wine in his favorite mug as she strained hers and added some honey to the cup. She returned to her previous stance leaning against the counter facing him.

The warmth of the cup grounded her mind. She took a long sip letting the heat spread from her stomach to her chest. Slowly finding its way to the rest of her, warming her to her fingertips. She finally was able to return to the present and look up to meet Price’s glacier eyes. She could see the guilt dripping off him. His cup was already half empty.

“You hurt her."

“I.....did”, he said, hanging his head in shame. “It definitely wasn’t my intention, I was trying to warn her.”

“Warn her? Is another fae trying to get to her?”, she looked at him confused. You would have told her if someone was following you.

Price shook his head. He goes on to explain everything he heard from Soap earlier today. By the end of the discussion, Witch had murder written all over face. Like she was about to commit some very heinous war crimes. She took in a deep breath to calm her anger as Price continued to explain what happened when he spoke with you. And what you had to say about your sister. Witch puts down her cup to rub her eyes in frustration.

“That fucking bitch! I’d curse her within an inch of her life if I could.”, the house shook slightly with her outburst.

“You can’t?”, he looked at her over the rim of his cup gauging her reaction.

“It would hurt Rún if she found out, that’s the last thing I want to do”

“Why is she so loyal to a person like that?”

“............”

“Her time at the orphanage was less than ideal”, she goes on to explain a rough history of the life you lived in the orphanage or rather the small portion you were willing to share. The “pranks” the fae would play on you that caused you to become ostracized. She went on to expain the punishments that you endured because of them.

“Unfortunately the effects of that continued even after the seal was put in place”, she had a pained expression on her face. Price just wanted to hold her near at that moment but he stayed quiet and saved his questions for later.

“It was a difficult time for Rún. They would ground her for months where she wasn’t allowed to leave the orphanage except for school. They wouldn’t even let me come see her. It was even more difficult for her, I don't know how she endured it for so long."

She goes on to explain all the ways Daisy used your isolation and low self esteem to her advantage. And how she guilt tripped you into paying for her everything in the name of sisterhood from the time you started working. Your life slowly started revolving around taking care of your sisters every need, despite your own hopes and dreams.

“This needs to end, it's gone on long enough”, she had so much hatred written over her as she gripped the counter behind her in anger. The stove lit up as did the candles that surrounded the kitchen. Price got up slowly and silently took her in his arms, rocking her to soothe her anger. She allowed it, needing comfort in that moment. When she had calmed down and the fire had burned low she looked up at him glaring slightly.

“I should be mad at you”, she says scrunching up her nose putting her hands on his chest creating some distance. While still allowing him to hold her.

“You're not?” he asked, surprised.

“Rún said it wasn’t your fault… that she was just unstable and needed to rest. And I don’t think you meant to hurt her, you wouldn’t have tried to help if you did”, she sighs, relaxing her face. She stares into his frozen eyes trying to thaw away the ice to find answers she was looking for. But they were already melting without her having to do anything.

“She’s too kind, a lot like you. It was my fault though, I should’ve been kinder in my approach. I’ll apologize when she’s awake”, he lets out a breath he was holding and places a gentle kiss on her nose.

“Tell me more about the seal and why it was put in place, I want to help in any way I can.” She felt weightless under his loving eyes, like she was about to float away with his warm breath. Good thing he was holding her in his arms.

They had both took a seat on her sofa with the fire burning lightly in the fireplace directly opposite them. Witch rested her head on his lap as he caressed her hair. There was something comforting about feeling his callused hands on her skin, running down her arms. Her favourite blanket was thrown on her as she held onto one of his arms for support. They stayed like this for a while just basking in each other's presence. Letting their magic intertwine and caress each other. His smoke surrounding her in a cloud.

Your seal wasn’t an easy topic to bring up. The events that had led up to you knocking on her grandmother's door in the middle of the night was an awful incident to recall. But she couldn’t just dive into that. She needed to explain what had led you to make such a drastic decision. She explained she had met you shortly after the car incident with another orphan girl. The isolation from everyone had become much worse after that. Things seemed to get even more dire as your magic became more apparent. The attention and harassment you were receiving from the Fae got extremely bad in your early teens. They never came out in human forms; they just caused trouble for you in the shadows when no one was looking. They were burning through wards and protection charms her family would give you or place in the orphanage. During that time your punishments had become brutal. You were grounded for months on end, forced to eat on your own and were locked in your room. On times you were allowed outside aside from going to school the other children would throw rocks and dirt at you telling you to go away. The caretakers were fed up with dealing with everything by that time and just kept you busy by doing chores, often other peoples chores as atonement for whatever you were blamed for doing. She had to specify that this was only a small recollection of the things you endured. That you hid a lot of the abuse you faced unless it was visible, then you’d have no choice but to tell her.

“This went on for a really long time, it was almost 6 months when I saw her again and it was in the middle of the night on one of the weekends I stayed with my grandmother alongside my sister. The other orphans were fed up with the ‘problems’ she was causing so they had decided to punish her that night. The older kids had dragged her outside by the hair once the adults were asleep”, she pauses as she squeezes his hand for support which Price returns placing a kiss on her hair. The beams of the house creaked under the pressure of her pain.

“They taped her arms, legs and mouth...Then took turns beating her. They drenched her with the hose on that cold night, they mutilated her hair with scissors….they cut parts of her body. They left her there locked outside in the middle of the night when they were done tormenting her. With no proper clothes or shoes she had limped down the street to this house after getting the tape off”, Witch looked completely exhausted by just telling that first part of the story. The cottage looked gloomier, more stout if that was possible. Like the walls had moved in. Price tried his best to comfort her but his heart was aching too. He hated that you had to go through that, he also hated seeing Witch in this state.

“The wards had woken me up as I had heard faint knocking on the door. I had recognised her magic and went to open the door without waking my sister and grandmother. I was scared I hadn’t seen her in so long and now she was knocking on my door in the middle of the night. I had a horrible feeling something had happened. Her body was covered in cuts and bruises, her face was swollen and discolored. Her wrists were raw from prying off the tape. She stood outside shivering from the cold just silently crying. I took her inside not knowing what to do”, Witch just buried her face further into Price’s thigh taking a minute to calm down. He ran his hands over her skin to calm her nerves. It felt like the house was taking breaths with her.

She told the rest of the story quickly, not able to handle the painful recollection of events. She had tried so hard to get you to rest before making such a rash decision. She had tried getting her grandmother too, thinking she could help better but you wouldn’t allow her to leave your side. You pleaded with such raw emotion for help that she had no choice but to bring out her grandmother's magic books. In the end with some help from a fae magic book you had used your magic to seal away any memories involving fae while also sealing your magic. The house shook with the power of your magic when the seal was placed, waking both her grandmother and sister who had rushed down to the living room to find you unconscious in your brutalized state with her holding you on the verge of tears. Her grandmother had taken over after that after listening to her recall everything that happened. She took care of your wounds and put you to bed in Witchs room with her. Both girls were in no state to be given a stern talking to about what they did.

“My grandmother gave me an earful the next morning after I had woken up. Rún didn’t wake up for almost 3 days. My grandmother had informed the orphanage of what was done to Rún and threatened to inform the authorities if they didn’t let her stay here until she healed. A caretaker had come once to check the extent of the damages and begged for the police not to be involved, my grandmother agreed on the condition that something like this would never happen again. Her wounds took a while to heal and her head had to be shaved but her time spent in the cottage seemed joyful. She laughed a lot more with me and it didn’t seem like the world was holding her down. Things were better after that but she still didn’t have friends when she returned to the orphanage. They left her alone at least, the fae also stopped bothering her when they couldn’t sense any magic from her. Me and my grandmother would still give her protection charms regularly just in case. Daisy would talk to her only when she needed help with schoolwork or chores and Rún welcomed it since no one else would give her the time of day, things got worse when she started working at 16. Daisy seemed more determined to build a bond then and ask her for money”, she sighs finishing the story

It was a lot to recall for Witch, she looked visibly drained. Price pulled her up into his arms as he held her head against his chest. She melted into his embrace feeling his chest rise with every breath. The thumping of their hearts created a soothing vibration, lulling them in a peaceful headspace. They held each other like that until Price heard her stomach growl.

“Hungry luv?”, Price let out a chuckle. Looking outside the sun had set, the only light was coming from the burning embers from the fireplace. Casting an orange glow on her beautiful face. Witch raised her head from his chest as she hummed a response, flicking her wrist to turn on the lights. Price had placed her gently on the sofa as he got up to stretch. She wrapped the blanket around her not wanting to lose his warmth.

“I’ll get us a takeaway, I have to have a quick chat with Soap anyways. I’ll be back soon”, Witch just nodded in response and kissed him gently on the cheek before he apparated to wherever he needed to be. She sat in silence just mulling over her thoughts before she decided to go check up on You.

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ILY FP 232

Better known as: trashlie is STILL climbing the wallls and TAKING YOU WITH HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Look idk what I can get away saying in these intros without being spoilery anymore because by the time I sit down to write this I’m just VIBRATING AWAY on pure energy. You know when you feel words at your fingertips but you are too consumed by other menial tasks you’ve no interest in doing so you gotta bide your time and it just grows and grows and grows until it bursts out of you howling?

Yeh.......

Let’s jump right in!!!!!!!!!!

I’m gonna be real with you guys - it’s gonna take a LOT for me to not to do rambling long repeats of things I said last week. I’m gonna do my best but... 232 is very much a continuation of 231 so it is what it is!

Leading up to the episode my friends and I were talking and the general consensus was we hoped Shinae would try knocking down Nol’s door but alkjjjkafjkafkj DIDN’T EXPECT SHE WAS ACTUALLY GOING TO TRY TO BULLDOZE THE DOOR ON HER OWN AND START SHOUTING AT HIM THROUGH THE DOOR LMAO but listen Shinae so very PERSISTENT!!!!! She’s so over being thrown out, SO over being shut out, and it’s all right there in front of her but she just CANNOT see it for what it is, cannot understand what is compelling her besides that she cares.

And boy does she care.

Her frustration is, as I said last week, completely justified, of course, but in this case, they’re both justified and that really does her no favors, does it? Yelling and banging on his door, trying any tactic she can to get him to open up, to rethink his decision to cast her out. He has basically told her “come back when you figure it out” but she doesn’t know what “it” is or what else could be there, so she can only feel like he’s shutting her out once again, refusing to open up to her after just reconciling.

At the core of Shinae’s frustration and persistence is fear. She’s so afraid of losing him again, terrified of yet another important person letting go and turning their back to her.

And as much as I feel for Shinae, I also can’t help but feel for Nol who is on the other side of the door, unable to make himself walk away from it, arms pinned at his side against the door as though he doesn’t trust them to not reach for the door handle, doesn’t trust himself to maintain the boundary. He’s kicked her out - but barely. He can’t leave the side of that door while Shinae stands right outside of it, banging away. GOD I enjoy the agony of it, I NEED MORE. Shinae’s threats are so comical but she’s literally grasping at straws and he knows it. The same Nol who broke that day in the rain is barely holding it together, knowing that once again he is causing her pain.

As readers we know that once she figures it out, she’ll understand. As soon as Shinae understands what Nol is trying to get her to see, she’ll know exactly why he had to draw that boundary and keep the space, but in this moment she doesn’t know any of this, and it is just so agonizing!

Just as she’s been confessing all day long, she continues to tell him all the things she can’t see for what they are - how much she hates when he shuts her out, how she can’t understand why they’re back here when they just go out of this and GOD i love it because you can FEEL how much she cares. Even if she doesn’t know what the feeling is, even if she can’t call it what it is, she cares so much! And you can see how much it hurts him! How difficult it is to stand there and let her think he’s casting her to the streets again, to have her fight so passionately for him for them when he understands now what kind of hurt he’s inflicted (and continues to inflict!!!!!!!) GOD

Nol understands so well his resistance - his resolve - and knows he has to keep that physical barrier between them. Even before he could barely look at her when he did, when she flustered under his gaze and command, he threw her out before he could crumble all the way and there’s something about seeing it illustrated this way, showing us rather than telling, how hard this is for him. I’m sure his thought is that once Shinae figures it out - once she knows her feelings, once she can understand his feelings, once she can see what Dieter saw that hurt him so much, she’ll be the one to draw the boundary he struggles so hard with. That once he’s not the only one who knows, she can stop pushing him, can stop breaking him down, can act on the effort he can barely muster.

I love that panel of Shinae banging on the door while he stands on the other side, face screwed up in frustration and agony. It’s so difficult, it’s SO HARD. She’s going on about being shut out, about how “ a misunderstanding” has come between them. She’s so scared their relationship doesn’t mean to him what it means to her, so scared that he’s content to throw it all away, so scared that she will lose him once and for all - and he has to stand and bear it, knowing he’s causing her to feel these things, knowing there’s no easy way out.

UUUUUUUUUUGGGHHH SCREAMS

It’s the sheer irony! That the thing he wants her to comprehend is the VERY THING she’s yelling at him about, it’s the very thing compelling her.

Well. That and her sleep deprivation LMAO

I never shut up about noticing when characters have their eyes closed, but it’s such an important part of quimchee’s subtle storytelling. Note how Nol’s face is still screwed up in frustration when he tells her to go away, followed by telling her she’s so damn annoying.

I’ve already seen that there are people reading that at face value but over here round these parts, we know better. Nol’s eyes closed as he tells her to go away, while he stands with his door still pressed against the door.

He so easily could have walked away, gone back to his bed across the room. Instead he stands there, torturing himself as he listens to her yell at him from the other side of the door. Nol tells her to go away because he needs her to go away, for his peace of mind, for his crumbling resolve, but on some level, of course he doesn’t want her to. Of course sending her away, pushing her away, walking away from her is difficult, is something he forces himself to do, that is so incredibly difficult for him.

Let’s not forget him at the curb retching after hurting Shinae in all the worst ways and then walking away and leaving her in the freezing rain.

Quimchee literally doesn’t need to spell it out because it’s all right there for us to see. It’s in his closed eyes, in his back against the door he can’t pull himself away from, in his frustration, in his crumbling resolve, in his sheer agony.

Let’s also not forget how this all started. It wasn’t even initially about Dieter - it was about Nol hiding himself away, about him refusing to show the parts of him that she really wants to see, about how it hurts her that he can’t open up. At the heart of this lmao it’s literally about how Shinae just wants to LOVE him and he wants her to understand tHAT SHE DOES.

SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love this episode it’s so good it’s got me chewing through my freaking keyboard trying to write this AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LKAJFKJFAKJAFJKAFJKAFJKAFJKAFJ

But, of course, the important take away is that Shinae cannot see the forest for the trees. She’s so caught up in her own intense feelings, lost in her fear and what she wants so badly and she only knows how to fight. Shinae is a bit of a short fuse but it’s even worse because of the harrowing 24 hours she’s been through. To think so many episodes ago she was moving back in to her home with Simhan! It feels so far away after everything that’s transpired! She hasn’t slept, we know she hasn’t really eaten in hours, she’s already in a foul mood after how her dance with Nol soured and how upset she got about what he hides from her. There’s now way for her to be rational - trying to literally kick in his door lmao - or think things through because her despair and frustration is so all-consuming it just clouds her judgement.

There’s something so funny about how Nana takes her away and suddenly settled down, Shinae just goes full sulking lmao. I love how impetuously teenager it is, too, for Nana to tell Shinae that she does, in fact, need to leave, that is isn’t actually the big deal she thinks it is but Shinae is like blah blah OLD PEOPLE WISDOM IS NOT NEEDED HERE alkjfakfjkafjfa lmao

It must be so funny to Nana, that this little spitfire girl is fighting like hell for him, fighting so hard to not be cast out, and can’t understand WHY she’s fighting, what any of it means lmao like aflkjafjkafjkafj

Of course Nana knows. Anyone would be able to tell! From how awkward they were around each other in the room, how sulky Nol was fiddling with her headband (AND THE BLUSHING), the whole argument they’ve had about Dieter - who Nana knows!!!!!!!! Had a crush on her!!!!!!!! Of course she with her decades of life can see exactly what Shinae is fighting.

Taking her away from Nol is important. I LOVE this exchange they have: Nana: You’d need the right key to get that door open. Shinae: And? A key isn’t necessary when you use enough force! Nana: But you could damage the door. And nobody likes an intruder. Breaking doors could get yourself kicked out and never be able to come back. Both literally and figuratively. You wouldn’t want that now would ya?

I’m sure Nana must speak from some kind of experience. Thinking about how she took him in when he left the psychiatric ward where it seems like he was traumatized, from where he still carries so many unhealed wounds and scars, after losing his mother and being left all alone in a foreign country with no family, made to believe he’s some kind of monster like the loss of his mom was his fault, that he deserved everything that came to him. The special name his mom had given him had been worn down and destroyed, tainted and made to mean nothing. He comes home and he doesn’t even go back to his father, to their family, but someone he’s told is his grandma. How can he trust her? His own father doesn’t want him, he’s been sent to live with some stranger, away from his father’s family. An outcast, an outsider, all alone.

She probably tried so hard to get through to him. How do you reach someone like him? How do you get through to someone who keeps everyone at arms’ length, who is so full of fear and self-loathing, who has been made to feel so insignificant, so worthless, a mistake, a monster. We still don’t even know just how bad it was locked inside there. His fear of Yui, his aversion to medication and hospitals, how much he detests tea, his touch aversion. How much of what he believes about himself - that he caused his mother’s death, that he deserves all the bad, that he will only bring harm to those he loves, that his existence is a mistake - came from there? GOD it hurts lmao lajfjkfjkafjk LIKE just writing this makes me want to howl. This is such a foundational aspect of who Nol is. He’s not just some melodramatic teenager (which even isn’t a bad thing) but he has spent a significant portion of his memorable life in survival mood, just fighting to stay afloat, fighting all of the demons who hold him down.

Nana loves him so much, that much is so clear. And she knows him so well. She knows what he needs is time, she knows how stubborn and obstinate he is, and she probably knows all too well how he shuts others out and how, much like quicksand, the harder you fight and struggle, the worse it will be. Her line about breaking doors can get you kicked out is so loaded. Did she try to break his doors, too? Did she try so hard to reach someone who wanted to be so unreachable and found herself on the other side of a door, too? aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh

Just thinking about he was just this scared kid so alone and she believes her daughter took her own life and she didn’t see it coming, didn’t imagine her the person who would do it and it reminded her that you never really know, do you? He was this kid so closed off, so alone, who hid so much, and we’ve seen her reach out to him over and over, encourage him to spend time with people who care about him. I’m sure a part of her worries, fears, that maybe he’d go the same path as his mom. Don’t think I’ve forgotten how he told Dieter he “tried to visit his mom”. That HAUNTS me and I bet it’s something that haunts her, too.

(Alternatively, if he came out with his Yeonggi mask, ready to fake his way through, ready to force a smile a joke a laugh to pretend everything is fine when under the surface she can see it’s not. Remembering how he met Dieter, I think the Yeonggi persona was a thing that grew the more he tried it on, but whether or not she met him as this scared lonely kid or this kid with a fake mask on, we just know she’s been THROUGH it trying to reach him with everything she’s got ;____________;)

Getting to see so much into their relationship makes me feel SO FUCKING FERAL. Knowing that yes, Nol DID talk about Shinae to her, that contrary to what we’ve seen through much of this series, Nol didn’t always close himself away in his room locked up with his thoughts and self-loathing. That he would go home and talk to Nana about people who piqued his interest, tell her about his hare-brained attempts to befriend them, about the struggles he faced in getting through to them. Did she see the fond irony - that someone who once was so hard for her to reach to get through found someone who was just as difficult to get through to and one day he went from talking about how difficult she was to talking about her as his friend? GOD it gets to meeeeeeeeeee. She must’ve seen the shift, too - when she went from being the subject of his attempt to help out Dieter to being his friend, to mattering to him.

I’M IN AGONYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

I wish we could see a little bit of that, of the Nol he was so briefly before he had to put the walls back up, before the self-loathing fully consumed him again, before all the tendrils of shadow wrapped themselves around him and began to drag him back out of the light again. But fortunately what we DO get comes close. That moment earlier when he told Nana about how he’d already seen his friends, how they all came to celebrate his birthday can you believe it? GOD MY HEART ACHES.

I suspect we’ll probably be seeing more of them because clearly someone needs to talk with him - someone rational and removed from the situation, someone who can try to make him see that he cannot help his feelings, that he cannot control all situations, and is any of this really your fault? Is it his fault at all that Shinae didn’t like Dieter enough that way, that it didn’t happen over time? Is it his fault if she instead saw something in him that she flocked to, if there existed something between them that she wants to fight so hard for? AAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Both Nol and Shinae are so stubborn so OBSTINATE and they’re both STRUGGLING so of course it was wise of Nana to take Shinae away, even if she had to trick her lmao. Shinae at Nol’s door only makes it worse, could, as she said, push him to lock her out for real. Nana knows that Shinae hasn’t been cast out, she knows what the problem is, but of course why would Shinae believe her? lol It’s that obstinate teenager thing that makes me laugh so much now that I’m well passed that stage - so certain that no one could possibly understand what you’re feeling, that they couldn’t possibly understand what is wrong lmao

Honestly, Nana and Shinae are nothing like I expected them to be, and I really love that. Nana barely even knows her, but she does know how to poke and wheedle her. Everything feels so poised to help Shinae zero in on the reason behind her frustration.

I really love that she revealed to Shinae that Nol has told her about her, that she has, from the sidelines through a biased lens, watched their relationship grow - and as a result, saw the effect she had on him, what their friendship did t and for him. Even though Nol has told Shinae she’s special, because he’s so hot and cold, because he doesn’t open up, because she doesn’t get to see him, it’s hard for her to really internalize that it’s true. How can it be when he’s so willing to throw away all of this, right? So for Nana to reveal that she knows all about how closed off Shinae used to be but that changed didn’t it is such a MOMENT for her. She doesn’t look like she can believe it - Nol talked about her? About how she fought him and ran away?

More importantly, Nana is trying to give Shinae a little nudge that she can’t yet see. She tells Shinae she’s not trying to make her feel bad about turning down Dieter, but to lay out their foundation: that originally Nol was trying to play Cupid, but the arrows got all messed up. I think it’s one of those things that while right now Shinae thinks it’s just people trying to make her feel guilty, soon she’ll see for what it was - the problem lies in their foundation, the reason Dieter is hurt is because of the way it all went wrong. Soon, Shinae is going to be holding her head in her hands yelling about how did she not see it how was she so blind THAT’S what they meant this is what they all meant?! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I find it really cute that Nana is using the same technique as Nol, trying to get Shinae to think about her feelings. Why do you feel terrible? What did you actually do wrong? How does it make you feel bad? And then LMAO baiting Shinae with a hint about the problem in an disguised effort to kick her out LMAOOOOOOO to be fair, she DOES give Shinae the hint, just..... not the way she wants LMAO

The way Nana gets Shinae reminiscing, thinking back on how their friendship began, how they ended up at this point, just what is so significant about those oranges - the things Shinae doesn’t say about how they symbolize the change from him being this annoying guy that she wanted nothing to do with to this person she CANNOT let go of that she CANNOT lose GOD. That’s SO good. She talks about how she’s so bad at talking about her feelings and opening up and that she’s trying to be better at it - but she also cannot stop talking about Nol lmao

She’s moody about all the things she doesn’t know about him yet. What his real name is, why she’s not allowed to use, how Nana gets to do it why can’t she? Does he hate his name, where did the Yeonggi moniker come from?

“I wanna know where he got it from... There’s so many things I wanna know about him...”

I JUST WANNA GRAB HER BY THE SHOULDERS AND RATTLE HER AROUND lajkfkfjfkafkjafj I love it, okay? it’s one of those tell tale signs - when you grow interested in a person, when you start to like them and you have that insatiable hunger to know them so intimately to know every detail about them you want to know everything about them you want to discover them from inside out. And for her it’s doubly worse since he DOESN’T show her what she wants to see. She’s out here craving to understand him so intimately and can’t understand why he can’t show her that. Why can’t he be vulnerable why can’t he open up?

She is SO HEAD OVER HEELS she is soooooooo full of feelings she wants to know everything he’s hidden GOD!!!!!!!!

HOW ARE THERE PEOPLE WHO DON’T SEE IT? HOW ARE THERE PEOPLE WHO DON’T GET ANY OF THIS?!

She THINKS there’s nothing going on between them but she’s sulking to his grandma, she’s upset because he won’t show her himself because she wanted to see his face because they shared this intimate tender moment because it was such a SOFT warm HAPPY moment for her and they couldn’t share it because they weren’t on the same level

She is MOPING she really thinks he’s casting her out and she’s terrified of losing all of that.

Shinae over here saying that of course all her relationships with her friends are going to be different but she can’t see why this one, in particular, is so dire, doesn’t understand what the everything she thinks he’s throwing away signifies.

GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I really look forward to learning more about Yeonggi, because I’ve been really curious about that, too. Was it a name he’d just picked out, what was the significance? I look forward to Nol telling her about it, too; Nana has told her all she knows and anyway it’s better to let Nol do it. It’s better for Nol to know all of this, to hear all the things Shinae wants to know, how she’s so insatiably hungry to know everything about him, how she just wants to know him - everything there is to him the good the ugly the things he hasn’t shown anyone else ;A; aaaahhhhhhhhhh

Nana is really the PERFECT character to REALLY bring in for this arc. She goes head to head with Shinae lmao and dances circles around her. The whole distracting her as she evacuates her from the building while getting her to dwell on her feelings? PERFECTLY executed. Telling her the hint she’s looking for is that SHE is one of the problems LMAO aklfkafkjafjfjf What’s she supposed to do with that information?!

Of course, like I said earlier, like Nana is telling her, some down time WILL do wonders. Right now her head is so full of intensity, but when she steps away, when she’s mulling and dwelling and sleeps and assuages her crankiness when her brain can go back to functioning well, THEN she’ll be able to think about it, THEN she’ll be able to figure out what the key is. But right now she’s just making things worse - for him, for herself, and for their problem.

Sleep deprivation really messes with you lol especially when she’s spent the most harrowing night of her life. Can you believe that this probably beats out THE KIM FORMAL because this time she NEARLY WATCHED HER BEST FRIEND DIE OUT IN FRONT OF HER?! Christ!!!!!!!!!

And besides Shinae, Nana, and Nol, this episode feels like it’s nudging a couple other things. The pointed emphasis on the hospital departments and floor board feels like a nod that Hansuke will be bringing Kousuke here for his CT scan. On the one hand, I’m really excited to see more about Kousuke and what Hansuke is thinking. I’m no doctor but I assume a CT scan might be able to indicate some kind of drugging just because how it would affect the brain, right? A brain on a particular medication would look a certain way? Forgive me, science was never my strong suit and I don’t know the difference between a CT and other scans lmao but I imagine if it’s the kind of imaging that can indicate neurons firing and active parts of the brain, maybe it would tell them enough that they should try more labwork? Especially now that Hansuke knows about the hormone imbalance and has picked up on Kousuke’s fixation with tea and it being one of the only things he can remember (that he’s admitted).

But on the other hand..... Nol has SO much going on, is he ready to face Kousuke again? Like, don’t get me wrong, I want to see more of them, especially knowing how worried Kousuke is about him, that he hasn’t forgotten what happened last night or that he caused it. But with everything Nol is dealing with - the aftermath of it all, feeling like an asshole for hurting Dieter, Shinae, all of this, is he ready to see Kousuke again? I guess part of me worries that Kousuke is... yknow. More fragile and that if he fights with Nol, it might affect the progress he made? Or maybe now that they had that er... “heart to heart” now that he confessed those sins his fears he would be able to hear Nol out without deflecting?

I just know if Kousuke ends up at the same hospital and he spots anyone from Nol’s circle he’ll try to find him lol he IS worried (and worried for HIM not based on Rand or punishment or any of that). He’s got no idea how Nol is, where he is, what happened, how bad it is. GOD. HARROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Everyone is going to be SO HAUNTED by this night.

The other matter is, of course, the custodian taking out the trash when Nana tells them they should go somewhere private, she doesn’t want “him” eavesdropping on the conversation. Initially I’d assumed this is because ultimately she is trying to get Shinae the heck out of there and it’s her excuse to get him out, but it could easily have been written “So no one can eavesdrop” right?

The theory is that this is one of the people that Yui probably pays to act as a spy for her so that she can keep track of people and always knows what they’re doing, so she can always be two steps ahead. The only thing that really gives me pause regarding this, though, is that she has no idea where Nol is (yet). She has no idea where Rand took him, and I can’t imagine she employs people in hospitals all over the city should anyone report anything suspicious to her. So how would this be one of her spies?

I’m not saying it’s not possible at all because he WAS very emphasized, but it just leaves me wondering if Yui doesn’t know where they are, how could that be a spy, right? But look, sometimes the narrative pulls a fast one on us. We can’t see what she’s up to at all times, now can we?

All in all, I really loved this episode and I’ve been loving this arc SO MUCH. All of this everything since the Christmas party has been SO GOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!! Seeing all of those plot lines really converge and the stakes go higher has made every episode a treat to read, but I love that in the midst of this, Shinae and Nol have this very big, important thing to clear up. Over the course 230 episodes we’ve been watching these two grow so important to each other and honestly, I love watching Shinae fight for him like this, even if lmao she’s going at it all the wrong way. For someone like Nol who is so used to being invisible, to have her putting up such a fight, confirming whatever feelings he can’t be sure if she actually feels, would be such a welcome thing - except for the reminder that Dieter has been hurt in the cross-fires. I really want to see Nana have a talk with him and maybe TRY to get him to see it, that you cannot control feelings, that acting on them isn’t bad. That Dieter WILL come around, that he isn’t really much of a friend if he puts his own wants and happiness above Nol’s.

But of course, Nana alone won’t do. Nol REALLY needs to talk to Dieter, too. But unlike Shinae, Dieter seems to know he needs to be alone for a little while. He’s got to sort out his own feeling and untangle that hurt. Thinking about things from his perspective IS painful - Yeonggi cut them out, he blocked their numbers, he refused to see them, and then suddenly he shows back up after asking to be left alone, he almost DIES in front of them, and Dieter wakes up to witness Nol and Shinae having this moment.

He’s got a lot of things to sort out, too, he needs sleep and room to think.

I’m really interested to see how all of it plays out. For Dieter’s sake, I hope there’s some kind of explanation because unlike Shinae, he and Soushi are still in the dark. Why did Nol leave and come back? Why did he box them out? He showed so much affection when he hugged them and told them he loves them so I’m sure they know that he has his reasons but still, people have limits. They deserve to know what Shinae does. I she willing to have that talk, though?

aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh

I imagine we’ll probably be veering back to Kousuke here shortly, if not the next espisode. I imagine Shinae may get picked up before that.... ? Maybe? It feels like we were JUST with Kousuke, but I don’t think we’ll be revisiting Yui JUST yet. Maybe we’ll see Shinae get home, let her thoughts pull her to sleep, and then go visit Kousuke and Hanske? IDK god knows I can never predict what’s coming next but no matter which direction we go, we don’t go wrong!

It’s so funny that the fabled Minhyuk party was something that I thought would happen and then we’d slide slowly into a timelapse taking us through the first time jump to graduation and stuff but SURPRISE: NOL ALMOST DIED, KOUSUKE IS UNDERGOING HELL, NOL’S FREEDOM HAS BEEN EXTENDED, CHRISTMAS IS COMING UP!!!!!!!!! We have literal DAYS left until Nol goes away, and then do we even immediately go into our timelapse timeskip?! Quimchee talked so much about how she didn’t want to have to draw snow, so at least so much of this takes place indoors but LMAO it’s still kinda funny

aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I love this webtoon so much I love this story so much I love this whole arc honestly it’s been hit after hit for me and I’m so glad I get to keep screaming about it every week at all of you and just scale walls and swing from rafters I AM SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#I Love Yoo #ILY Brainrot #ILY Spoilers #ILY FP #Stalkyoo #Shinae Yoo #Nolan Oliver T. Lochlainn #Nana Lochlain #lmaoooo #Eleanor Lochlain #Kousuke Hirahara #i'm still chewing through the cables yelling about my feelings AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #also while writing this i had SVT - Home TXT - Ghosting MX - Blame Me and #Shownu and Minhyuk's Have a Goodnight on repeat and BOY did they give me the feels wow wow wow #love to just inject more feelings into favorite songs aljfakjfjkafjafjafjkaf #I'm really looking forward to seeing Nol and Nana talk - partly because I just KNOW he's gonna be SO pathetic and I'm gonna eat that UP #partly because I think Nana can get through to him to some degree #if only it's to point out that Shinae clearly cares SO MUCH and he needs to be careful not to push her away lest he be left with only their #memories #also thinking about how nana and hol's relationship must've started out put me SO DEEP IN THE EMOTIONS AND FEELINGS

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carnis-insanis · 2 months

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Got inspired after I saw that drawing you did of my guys and decided to make a new guy! So here’s Webber, his name is Webpaw now, Ft. A meme redraw from Maxwell/Hareshadow’s pov. he’s an ex-kittypet who’s twolegs dumped him on the side of the road where Hareshadow found him, might do a comic abt it at some point. Idk if I’m gonna keep him as Hareshadow’s apprentice like he is in the meme, I just don’t have any better ideas atm, and I thought since Wendy’s gonna be a med apprentice(on account of the ghost stuff) under Wilson, i thought it’d be funny to basically have them train each others kids. I think Webpaw’s warrior name will be Webnose :]

-Rexcake

IVE BEEN TRYING TO RESPOND 3 TIMES ALREADY. TUMBLR IS NOT LETTING ME. fourth time the charm.

Webpaw is SO cute omg...i cant believe anyone would abandon him hes so so so adorable.......i love how you replaced his spider-leg-things with 4 ears!! its very creative and charming.. hes so tiny too......i love love loooove him smm...

Hareshadow being a mentor is such a funny concept to me, like that guy is FAR too gloomy for kids lol, its okay tho, webpaw loves training with him anyway, even tho he keeps getting yelled at and called a mousebrain 24/7

Acidfuzz would have to monitor their training sessions, at first it was to make sure that Hareshadow isnt being too rough on Webpaw, but then it turned into Acidfuzz just making sure that Hareshadow wont become cocky again and do something dangerous, and since he has paper skin and glass bones, he falls apart into a million pieces on impact with the lego crumbling sound effect playing while webpaw is left to drag him back to camp by the tail

his warrior name being webnose??? top tier, it makes me picture him snooping around in WIlsons den and getting a web stuck on his snout lol, hes forced to confess in exchange for assistance, he probably got bit by a spider too

Wendy being a medicine cat apprentice has SOO much potential

first of all, parent swap lol

second of all, the implications of her being able to see abigail bring out to soo many possibilities, like imagine if she was the only one able to see abigail and hareshadow is like “hmm....my grieving niece is seeing visions of her late sister? surely this isnt a concerning sign of a mental decline, its just starclan communicating with her!”

shed be the type of medicine cat that experiments on roadkill lol, dw tho, acidfuzz does the same

bonus -

#from rexcake #wc au #dst au

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greenxgloss · 1 month

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Honey To The Bee

Clyde (Electrik children)

Y/N and Clyde have feelings for each other but y/n is unsure if he’s being genuine in his confession

A/N: i haven’t written and posted in a really long time so excuse any mistakes or inconsistencies i’m way too tired to proofread i just wanted to get this out lol just an idea i had idk. sorry for being MIA and like popping in and out of tumblr so much i honestly thought i’d given up on writing lol also though i’ve been on here a while i still don’t know how to write the warnings and stuff so please bare with me

warnings?: Fem reader, mostly fluff, clyde being very slightly pervy yeah i didn’t feel the need to add smut today lol

“what’s going on between you two?” johnny asked clyde as he closed the door behind their closest friend. he blushed trying to keep a straight face. “man nothing it’s never like that with her.” he lied. he sort of has a massive crush on you and it had increased ever since you’d met.

“you act like we’re not bestfriends and roommates.” johnny said glancing over at him for a moment waiting for clyde to fill him in on something that clearly happened. but clyde just sighed, rolled his eyes and retreated to the bathroom to wash his face to cool himself down.

y/n was a block away in her car, equally as red as clyde but she has no one around to ask questions so she quickly slowed her heartbeat. he probably wasn’t even being serious she thought as she drove. he was probably playing a joke like usual. either way she wasn’t gonna let it bother her so she headed in to work.

y/n worked at a tattoo shop, designing tattoos. she loved watching the modded people walk in covered in silver, colors and ink. they were everything she wanted to be but she was too scared of doing too much and going overboard. clyde, johnny and snow always said it would suit her. they maybe didn’t say it so appropriately but that was the idea.

tonight johnnys band had a show and clyde was supposed to be going on stage to escalate the mood. he wanted y/n to do his makeup so she sat in her office looking through pinterest for inspiration after drawing up her last tattoo. “hey you busy tonight?” asked her coworker from the door. “yeah i got a gig.” she replied. “how late you gonna be out? i need you to pick something up for me.” he asked. y/n thought it over before just agreeing.

clyde was excited for the show. he’d been on stage with the band before but he wanted it to be more of a permanent position since he had to attend all their gigs because he’s their driver. y/n always felt her knees go weak when she watched him on stage. to her he looked so free and so happy and his happiness always made her happy. but he also looked really fucking hot. that’s when her feelings for him started. the first time she saw him on stage.

as she picked up her makeup bag and headed to clyde’s van outside the venue she began sweating. clyde had confessed feelings for her and though she had feelings for him too she was worried that maybe he was joking. that snow or lola told him and he was playing a trick on her. so before she was in view of the van she called snow.

“so.. clyde told me he likes me. but it didn’t feel genuine. and listen i won’t be mad but did you or lola tell him i have feelings for him?” she asked the moment the ringing stopped. “what no?! he actually told us he likes you and asked how he could ask you out.” she laughed. y/n turned red. “clyde’s a great guy so i think you should go for it. you trusting us with telling us you like him is a big deal to us we wouldnt betray that.” she informed y/n and she felt relief wash over her.

once they hung up y/n proceeded to the van. "hey you're almost late." clyde said as he opened the van. "yeah sorry i was on the phone with snow." she laughed. "do you wanna talk about earlier?" he asked. y/n stayed silent and set up her makeup. "maybe not yet." she still had to think about how it would affect the friend group. he nodded and sat back. she sat next to him and began the clown makeup she'd thought up before playing billie piper on her phone. "whats this music?" he asked quietly trying to hold still for her. "i actually dont know i found out billie pipers a musician and ive had a recent interest in 2000s pop." she said, applying the white foundation. he hummed in response.

"wouldnt this be easier?" he asked as he pulled her on his lap. she blushed, getting comfortable. "just not so much movement i assume." she joked but it made him blush. they stayed quiet for a moment while she focused but all she could think about was his hands inching down her back.

“woah watch it.” she said, pulling his hands up and he giggled and lightly gripped her making he jump slightly. she willed herself to continue his makeup when they made eye contact and she leaned in to kiss him. it was the sweetest kiss she’d ever had. though the position they were in was very compromising it felt gentle and warm dare i say wholesome?!

they pulled away and sat it a comfortable silence before giggling. “we’ll at least now i know for sure you weren’t joking earlier.” she looked away sheepishly trying to hide her fluster. “i have no idea how you thought i was messing with you. have i not been obvious?” he said, turning her head to look at him. she shrugged, thinking back to all the moment when he laid his hand on her lower back to guide her or got her a meaningful gift that only the two of them would understand or how johnny described to her the excitement clyde would suddenly have when he knew she was coming over.

“there was just so much overwhelming me. i didn’t want to put our friendship at risk.. ours or with the group.” she said sitting back up and looking at him. “well i definitely risked your makeup i have to start over.” she laughed wiping the black lipstick off his chin. “i’m definitely not mad at it. i like this type of alone time.” he let his hands rest on her thighs.

she grabbed a wet wipe and took the mess off of him, wiping gently to not irritate his skin. she’s done his makeup so many times before, sitting on his lap but it’s never felt the way it does now.

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LAST A/N: sorry if this was short i usually make these so long that i just lose interest and never finish them so this is the best i can do right now. i’m still organizing my tumblr even after what like 3 years of being on here? welcome to all the new followers i do intend on continuing posting at least for a while lol i really enjoy interacting with anyone and i will take constructive criticism ofc :)

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iheartyouyou · 2 years

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Someone told me to give this to you | JJ Maybank

Pairings: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Word count: 2.6k

warnings: angst (ish?), cuss words, not proofread (yet!) and maybe more. idk

Summary: Your friend thinks that JJ Maybank has a crush on you after one day he handed you a sharpie, claiming that someone told him to give that to you. Your friend convinces you to test the waters, giving him a random object and claiming the same thing, “someone told me to give this to you”. One thing leads to another, erupting with drama and confessions. (sorry y’all i suck at summarizing stuff)

Authors Note: I had a dream abt this, so I turned it into a fic. Enjoy!

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The last bell rang, signaling school was over. You and your friends quickly exited, making your way to your guys’ spot that was in front on the school. You each waited there till the very last person left, which, would be you. You walked home, so you were able to leave whenever you wanted to.

“We we’re planning to walk to Barry’s after school, who’s coming?” Your friend Samantha asks. Barry was the drug dealer who lived in the neighborhood in front of your high school.

“I’ll come. I have some money.” You say, digging into your pockets. “I’m in.” Your other friend Melissa says, not once removing her eyes from her phone.

“Alright, so we’ll leav—“

“Hey.” You hear someone say, turning around, you’re met with JJ. You didn’t really know him well, other then the fact he hung out with John B and had the same History class as you. You also knew he was a trouble maker, vandalizing school property, smoking on campus, not listening to teachers, bringing weapons to school and etc.

You don’t answer, instead you look up at him, meeting his eyes. You guys have never talked, so this would be officially the first time talking to one another. You look down, noticing he was holding a sharpie. A blue one to be exact. “Someone told me to give this to you.” He says, looking at you expectantly.

You cheeks start turning red. You had no idea why though. You hardly knew this dude. “Thank you?” You say confused, quickly grabbing the marker from him. He just nods at you before walking away.

You look at the marker, who told him to give this to me?

“Awww, look at Y/N! She’s blushing.” Samantha points out. “She looks like a tomato!”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever.”

You decided to keep the marker. You had no sharpies and it was a nice color.

“Want a balloon?” Your friend, Macy offers. “Sure.” You say, taking the balloon before blowing air into it. You tie the balloon off, deciding it looked boring, you took the same marker from yesterday out, drawing a silly face on the balloon.

You can feel a pair of eyes on you, so you turn, meeting Macy’s stare. “You kept it?”

“The sharpie?” You ask, finishing the silly face with a some eyebrows. “Yeah. What was that about anyways?”

You shrug. “Maybe he got the wrong person or something.”

“I doubt that, he knows who you are and if he got the wrong person, he wouldn’t have gave you it.”

You throw the marker back into your backpack, not really caring where it landed. “I don’t know. It’s just a marker.”

“Maybe he likes you?” She suggests, blowing air into her balloon. You snort. “Just because a guy gives me a marker, does not mean he likes me. Oh, he also said “someone told me to give this to you” so it wasn’t even from him.”

“Maybe he just said that as an excuse, you don’t know.”

“Oh yeah sure! Some random guy that I barely talked to for the first time yesterday has a crush on me so he decided to give me a marker.”

“I was just saying, you know how people say ‘asking for a friend’ after asking a question? It could’ve been like that, you never know!” She says excitedly, tying the balloon off. “Yeah, no.”

She elbows you lightly. “Look.” She says, motioning to behind you. “There he is. Why don’t you test that theory?”

“And how do I ‘test’ this theory?” You say, watching as JJ sits down at the same table as John B. “Give him the balloon. Just tell him someone told you to give it to him.”

“I’m not doing that.” You say, turning back around to look at her. “Why not?” You don’t respond.

“If i’m wrong, then i’m wrong. But… if i’m right, then i’m right.”

You scrunch your face up in confusion. “And what was the point of—“

“Please, just do it. For me?” She says.

You mentally groan. “Fine, but if you’re wrong, i’m never listening to you ever again.” You hesitantly stand up and start making your way over to his table. Were you really gonna do this? Over a marker? You should just turn back now then— “Hi!” You say, approaching the two boys. They both look up at you. “Someone told me to give this to you.” You say, giving the balloon to him. JJ examines the balloon before responding. “Thank you?”

“Yeah, yeah… no problem.” You say, nodding over to John B before making your way back to Macy. You couldn’t believe you just did that, what the hell.

“You were wrong.” You say, sitting back down next to her.

You rush into class, placing your books on your desk before sitting down in your desk. Relief sinking in as the bell rang, proving that you weren’t late.

“Hey.” Someone says from beside you, startling you.

“Hey?” You say, looking at the person who was sitting next to you. It was JJ. Great. He was probably going to confront you about the balloon. You knew you shouldn’t have done that, fucking Macy.

But instead of confrontation, he whips out a eraser, handing it to you. It was one of the big bulky ones. “Someone told me to give this to you.” You widen your eyes, totally not expecting those words to come out of his mouth.

This happened for months. The two of you giving each other random stuff and using the “someone told me to give this to you” excuse. It was like a inside joke between you guys. It happened almost everyday, and if not everyday, every week.

“Y/N!” You watch as JJ jogs towards you, stopping in front of you, a folded piece of paper in his hand. He holds it up, grinning from ear to ear. “Someone told me to give this to you.”

You take the note. “Thanks, JJ.” He watched you expectantly. “Open it.”

You quirk your eyebrow up. “Right now?”

“Yes?” You unfold the piece of paper, reading the messy hand writing that was on it. “A party?”

“Yeah! You wanna come? It’ll be fun.” He says excitedly. “I’ll see if I can.”

JJ smiles at you. “Well, if you do, make sure to find me.”

“Hey!” You shout over the music, watching as JJ poured himself a drink. He looks up, a smile forming onto his lips. “You came!”

“Yeah!” He looks down at all the drinks on the table. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“No, I’m good. I came alone, so I can’t be drinking.” A frown etches onto his face. “You should’ve told me! I would’ve picked you up!”

You shrug. “I should’ve… anyway, who’s the host?”

“Sarah Cameron? You know her? Kook princess? She’s dating John B so I basically get to do whatever I want.” He says smirking, bringing his cup up to his lips.

“Oh, that’s cool!” You say, smiling at him. He looked good tonight, his hair was all messed up, he was wearing a muscle tee with a pair of shorts.

You and JJ hung out for a few more minutes until he ditched you to get drunk. He was the only person you really knew here, besides John B. Maybe you could go talk to him.

You make your way over to him, noticing that another boy, probably one of his and JJ’s friends, was sitting next to him, a bottle of water in his hands. “Hey.” You say. “Oh, hi. Y/N, right?” John B asks, giving a look to Pope before looking up at you.

“Yeah—“ You get interrupted by a girl screaming on the top of her lungs. The three of you turn your heads, watching as Sarah drunkenly stood up on one of the counters, a microphone in hand. “Shit.” John b mutters before quickly getting up and making his way to Sarah, helping her down before she fell.

It was just you and the boy who was sitting next to John B. “I’m Pope.” He says, offering his hand out. “Y/N.” You shake his hand. “You wanna sit down?” He offers, motioning to the spot John B was previously sitting in. You nod, sitting down next to him.

It was awkward for a few moments before he spoke up. “Did you know that sleeping straight makes you taller?”

You furrow your eyebrows. “No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does. Maybe not for you but…” He says. You fake offense. “Are you calling me short?”

“No, i’m just saying—“ He bursts out laughing, causing you to laugh. “We just met and you’re already being mean!”

“I’m just kidding!”

You both continue to crack jokes, making each other laugh and getting to know each other. Honestly, Pope was probably one of the funniest guys you’ve met. He was smart, and he used that to his advantage to make jokes and to get people to laugh.

Pope cracks another joke, causing you to giggle. That’s when JJ, approaches the two of you, a crushed can in his hand and smoke practically coming out of his ears. “What the fuck are you guys doing?”

You look up at him, confused as to why he was acting like this. You decide to crack a joke, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, we’re just ha—“

“Y/N, can we talk?” He says through gritted teeth. Your face drops, did you do something wrong? “Sure.”��

He grabs your wrist, snatching you up and he drags you across the house, shoving you into a room. “What’s going on?”

“Why are you acting like a slut?” He asks, throwing the crushed can behind you. “Slut?” You say, pain rising in your voice.

“You’re hanging out with my bestfriend, giggling and shit.” He says, running his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry? Am I not supposed to do that?”

“No.”

“How was I supposed to kno—“

“I told everyone that you were my girl, you can’t be embarrassing me by doing that shit.”

Confusion hits you. “Girl?” He stays silent and starts pacing around the room, mumbling profanities to himself. “You’re a asshole.” You say, calmly. He looks up at you, clearly surprised by your words.

“First of all, I’m not a slut. Second of all, I can hang out with who I want. Third of all, I’m not your girl.” Tears start swelling up into your eyes. You didn’t know why, maybe because he called you a slut? Maybe because he told everyone you were his girl and you embarrassed him and yourself? You didn’t know.

The redness in his face was going away, he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.

“I—I’m leaving, JJ. You go tell everyone that we ‘broke up’”

You walk out, slamming the door behind you before making your way through the people that were staring at you. You really just wanted to get out of there.

JJ fucking Maybank.

If you heard that name again, you were actually going to explode.

You went to school the following day. The whole day was filled with people asking you questions, about him. About if you guys were, “still together”, some people were curious, asking you what happened. He wasn’t there. But that didn’t mean you got nasty stares from his friends.

You tried to talk to Pope, but he quickly shut you down, claiming he had to be ‘loyal’ to JJ. You rolled your eyes at his statement, loyal my ass.

The next day, you didn’t go to school. You couldn’t handle the constant interrogation, and you tried, you really tried to tell people that you guys weren’t dating. Nothing was even going on.

You spent that day at home, watching movies, sleeping, and overall just relaxing. You decided that, you would stay home tomorrow too, you know, just to prepare yourself.

The next day, you were planning to go on a walk. You needed the fresh air and you needed to stretch those legs. Yeah, you moved around but it was only to the kitchen, or the bathroom, and back to your bed. Probably a total of 40 steps.

You were in the kitchen, getting your water bottle ready when you heard a knock on your door. Did your parents get home early? You did tell them you were sick and that you wouldn’t be going to school, but they wouldn’t knock— they had a key.

You look through the window, your mood turning sour as you watched the last person you wanted to see right now, on your porch.

You open the door. “What do you want, JJ?” You say bluntly. He looked at your outfit, purple leggings with a sports bra on, and a messy ponytail to top it off. “Hey.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck. You don’t respond, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t. After a few awkward seconds, you start to close the door but JJ puts his foot in the doorway, stopping the door from closing. “Wait!”

He pulls out a sharpie. The exact same color as the first one he gave you, but it wasn’t the original marker, because it was tucked neatly in your pen holder, which wasn’t really a pen holder because the only “pen” in there was the sharpie.

“Someone told me to give this to you.” He says, holding the sharpie out for you to take.

You quirk your eyebrow up. “Is this your way of apologizing?”

“Y-yeah?”

You roll your eyes. “Wow! Thank you for apologizing with a sharpie. I appreciate it.”

You start to close the door, but JJ stops it again. “Okay, wait, wait!” He takes a deep breath before speaking. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to call you a slut— it’s just.. I got jealous. You never act that way around me and I really like you Y/N. You’re not a slut, shit, you would probably be the last person on earth to be a slut. I shouldn’t have told everyone you were my girl too— you’re not. I mean— you can be if you want to? But, I just didn’t want anyone to take you away from me, I wanted everybody to know that you’re mine, not anybody else’s. I let jealousy get the best of me, and I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“You like me?” You gasp. That was probably the only thing you could make out from his ramble.

“Yeah. But— but, it’s okay if you don’t like me back. You probably don’t cause i’ve been a real jerk, but I promise I can change! I really can, I’ll do whatever it takes—“

“JJ, you’re insane.” You start laughing. He took that the wrong way, his face dropping in realization that he really messed. “Shit— Y/N. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have came here. I—“

You interrupt him, crashing your lips into his. He smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist while your wrapped yours around his neck, pulling each other impossibly closer to one another.

You pull away from him, even though you didn’t want to, leaning your forehead against his. “Just— next time, instead of saying i’m your girlfriend, ask me properly?”

“Okay.” He whispers. “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“No.” You say. JJ dropping his arms from your waist, retracting his forehead from yours. “What?”

You laugh at his reaction, earning a confused and hurt expression from him. Realizing this, you drop the act, pulling him back in. “I’m just kidding. I’ll love to be your girlfriend.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #obx #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank imagine #jj mayback x reader #outerbanks

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tbgkaru-woh · 7 months

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Your ChengXuan art is so pretty and gives me life every time I see it! The way you draw JZX especially, he's so spoiled little wifey coded and I love that for him.

thank you ♥♥♥ I believe that with enough time jzx would turn lxc soft, he would be a mom, still raised amongst riches so there'll be eye rolls from his partner here and there but! he'd pamper without putting expectations the way it was done with him :') though genetics would find a way with jin ling where he'd have the same embarrassing confessions the way jzx had and jzx has zero help for that, sorry duckling both jzx and jiang cheng are very dutiful and do everything to not cause chaos, it'd be a breath of fresh air for jiang cheng :'D even though both of them would probably bottle things up cause they're taught to do so and it's a question of time who'd burst first. I always imagined jzx would ironically be the one to "mature up" sooner than jiang cheng but usually that's because of jin ling and just altogether with the way his life took a turn (also having newfound brother jgy now that he wants to make feel included), lot of stuff to soften him up and open up cause they are good and not opening up to it would keep them away. it's always a great struggle how to make chengxuan happen where jin ling is still a thing and so there's usually only few options: 1) xuanli still happened but it was before jzx was true to himself so they're all well but not "together" anymore, jin ling still happened 2) yanli was a surrogate for chengxuan (though somehow i can't see jiang cheng agreeing to raising a child beforehand) 3) yanli had an accident and chengxuan bonded over taking care of baby jin ling and her loss 4) jin ling is jzx's little brother 5) mpreg!jzx 6) jin ling was rescued or found/adopted by coincidence, it'll very much depend on the scenario but it'd be somewhere wher chengxuan are either un-wanted part of bad guys group (criminal empire AUs, pirates, etc) or are the "good guys" (IDK like firefighters or soldiers or cops or something, "good" is in like...it's suppossed to be a good proffession lol) and find him in a dangerous situaiton 7) the story/fic takes place before jin ling and we don't worry about him or there's no jin lings and we're sad

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flutteringfable · 9 months

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new vs old kento design

if i can dig up the original drawing of this guy i’ll rb this with it, but i’m too eepy to go digging through old sketchbooks, so you get a couple-of-months-old heroforge version of him to compare to the new design 😭 his original design was pretty boring, tbh.

i used to just draw him in a white hoodie and jeans and that was it. idk what the deal was, he had no defining features unless he was using his quirk and had his ears and tails showing jcjskdnfjsnd. also not a huge fan of the old hair, when drawn in my style it’s really similar to kiyoshi’s and also it was kinda lame of me to not try anything new for the style (it really shows in the og drawing, you’ll get to see it once i find it lmao).

but anyway, blurb time!!! i think kento has the most interesting story out of all my bnha ocs, and i’m glad i get to fix it up a little and give him a slightly better life and just a better written backstory in general ^^

kento was originally quirkless; he gained his quirk after he was lured into a facility that was testing quirks and how they affect humans, and was given the quirk artificially. he was neglected and used only for testing his limits for almost a year.

his quirk is VERRRY unstable at first. he doesn’t get much actual training with it until he’s brought to UA, so whenever he transforms it hurts him a lot, and his emotions heavily affect his quirk.

he’s rescued by a group of pro heroes when the league breaks in to steal subjects to use as nomus. the police help find his mother again, and he gets to return home.

for weeks, kento thinks about the lab and the people still trapped there. he wants to help them, he doesn’t want anyone else to go through what he did. he’s never considered being a hero, but the thought of being able to help people still stuck in the experiments makes the career incredibly appealing. he takes another couple of months or so to study up and ease his mind before he talks to his mom about it.

of course, she’s skeptical. it’s understandable; kento had disappeared for so long, and she didn’t want to lose him again. but kento explains his motivations, and they eventually come to an agreement. the UA entrance exam is coming up, and kento needs to practice using his quirk so he has some chance of passing the practical portion (now that i’m writing this, this part is really similar to izuku’s story ncjskfjksf)

i kinda wanna skip to stuff abt him and his bfs, so i’m gonna keep this short. obvs he just barely makes it in, and ends up in class 1-A.

aside from izuku, kirishima is one of the first friends he makes. they like to talk about training together, and later on in the year, they train together in their free time. kento usually brings snacks to share afterwards, and it isn’t long before kiri’s moms and kento’s mom are well acquainted from them constantly visiting each other for training and just to hang out.

kento and bakugou’s start, however, is pretty rocky, mostly because of bakugou’s attitude during the first semester. the only reason they hang out at first is because of kirishima. as time goes on, however, they slowly realize they have a lot in common, and come to an understanding. the thing that really brings them close, however, is bakugou’s headphones breaking. kento offers to share, and baku reluctantly agrees, and realizes he and kento have pretty similar music taste! obvs he’s not gonna soften up massively about this, but he finds that he likes kento a lot more than he initially thought.

for a year, all three of them are basically attached at the hip. one is barely ever seen without the others, and they spend a lot of time outside of class together.

kirishima confesses first, during the training camp arc after they rescue bakugou. kento managed to slip through the portal and follow the league while staying invisible with his quirk, so both he and bakugou disappeared for quite some time. kiri was so worried about losing them again, he confessed as soon as they were all safe. cue kento’s and bakugou’s, followed by a group hug and a few awkward but earnest first kisses.

nowadays, they’re closer than ever, and have gotten in trouble a lot more often for falling asleep in each other’s dorms (and occasionally the common room) after long study sessions.

#fable doodles 💫#fable writes 💫#double whammy!!! two categories in one >:3 #i got eepy towards the end so it might be a little silly but hopefully it’s alright #just imagining my other ocs like “gee kento! how come fable lets you have two boyfriends?”#its very silly lmao #kento sasaki #kento and bakugou and kirishima #their tags r gonna be so long but it’ll be okay #kento x bakugou x kirishima #bnha oc x canon #bnha oc

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Oooh, this looks fun! I guess I'll request for Court of Darkness. The first path I chose was Rio because he seemed like the only sane person at the time. I'm glad I did because he's a literal ray of sunshine and I could not ask for a better friend. I'm reading Guy's route (ew) for Aquia. He's just so sweet, and quite frankly the best part of reading either Guy or Jasper's path. When he said that I was his first love, I wanted so badly to requite his feelings. Can I have a fluffy romantic story with me and Aquia pls?

As for the info about me, I'm just gonna copy and paste what I wrote for one of my earlier requests so... Here ya go

Appearance: I am a 165 cm tall, average build, South Asian woman. I have wavy black hair that reaches my shoulders and I usually dress in South Asian attire, usually salwar-kameez. I also wear glasses. I don't really feel comfortable going out without them 😅

My MBTI and enneagram: INTJ 5w4

Star sign: Sagittarius sun, Virgo moon and rising

Sexuality: demiromantic asexual

Personality: I'm pretty calm, collected and hard-working for the most part. People say I'm intelligent, quiet, and polite. I can be sarcastic at times, although people often say it's hard to tell when I'm being sarcastic. I'm probably the most emotional unemotional person I know. I don't really show a whole lot of facial expressions, but I do feel things more deeply than people give me credit for. I also tend to get overwhelmed easily, especially when I'm in really noisy places for prolonged periods of time (Cries in neurodivergent. Maybe. IDK I've never been diagnosed. I'm just calling it symptoms disorder for now). When people get to know me, they say that I'm a good listener and that they feel safe to speak their mind to me. My favourite hobbies include reading, playing video games, listening to classical and lofi hip-hop, and making art. I especially like to draw and paint things that radiate a sense of comfort, nostalgia and serenity. Someone also told me that my artworks also hold a sort of innocence in the composition of the shapes, colours and the overall vibe of what I draw/paint.

(I may have spelled Acquia's name wrong this entire thing.... don't worry about it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the time with your squishy boy!)

A Tale Where Aquia's Feelings are Requited, and Rio Helps it all go down

Rio had been there for you from the moment you set foot in the world. So he was also there to watch as you and Acquia started to fall for eachother. There were two problems though. The first was Acquia didn't have the confidence to confess his feelings. The , was that his big brother, whom he respected above all else, seemed to still think he could own you.

But Rio was a determined man. A determined man who thrived off making the people around him happy.

"Good work, mate! That dough is coming along nicely. Just need it for a couple more minutes and it should be good!"

Food brought people together, right? Well, by Rio's calculations, proving bread dough would keep people together for at least an hour.

"This is fun! Thanks for inviting me to bake with you," Acquia laughed, unperturbed by the flour covering his clothes.

"Hey Rio, what is it you wanted?"

Perfect timing. Right as they'd have to wait for the bread dough to rise, you arrived in the room.

"Hey! I was hoping you could draw a picture of Acquia for me. You know, since he's such a good friend I wanted to send a picture of him home so my father would know what he looks like."

It was a flimsy excuse at best. But he was hoping that with the simmering feelings you had for each other, neither of you would question him.

"Okay," you seemed hesitant, and Acquia was a blushing mess, but you were sitting down and taking out a notepad.

"I'll add color later, right now it'll just be a rough sketch. Just go about as normal, Acquia."

Acquia nodded, but seemed at a loss. But Rio was prepared for this.

"Oy! Rio! There's a weird weed we need to get out of the garden!"

Thoma rushed into the room with his pre-prepared excuse. It wasn't good acting, but it would suffice.

"Ah, I should see to that."

Both of you stood up, seemingly ready to help.

"No no, you guys have to stay here and watch the dough. Don't take it out of the drawer until it has at least doubled in size."

Then he and Thoma left you both, triumphant grins on their faces.

….

"I hope they're okay," Acquia muttered.

It had been quite a while since Rio and Thoma had left, and if you knew anything about Saligian plants, it was that it was very possible for them to eat humans. But you weren't going to upset Acquia.

"Rio's tough, I'm sure he's fine."

"Yeah, you're right. He probably got hungry and went out for a victory snack."

You finished up the final touches of your sketch, then set down your pencil.

"Okay, all done!"

You pushed the paper over to Acquia, and held back a giggle as he started blushing again.

"This is how you see me? I look so….I guess the word is sweet."

"Well yeah," you said matter of factly. "You're my sweet Acquia."

"Your Acquia?"

That's when you realized how it sounded, and got flustered yourself. Not that you meant it any other way, but you didn't know if he was ready for that.

"I…" he whispered, "I'd like to be yours."

"R-really?" You found yourself caught off guard.

"I mean….yeah. I like the idea of being your Acquia. It makes me feel," he blew out a frustrated breath, like he couldn't find the word he was looking for.

"I guess the idea of being yours makes me very happy," he finished, nodding to himself.

"Well, if you're mine, then I have to be yours. Those are the rules," you said, hoping to regain some of the footing he just knocked out from under you.

His smile was as bright as the sun as he gently took your hand and said, "I'd like that a lot. I'd be the happiest prince to ever live."

He frowned.

"I do have one request though. Can you draw a different picture of me for Rio? I want to keep this one."

….

That was a day of many firsts for Rio. Two of his best friends became paramours, and, for the first time in his life, he forgot he was baking bread.

Later, when you gave him the second picture of Acquia, he had also forgotten what the thing he needed it for was.

And that was what reminded you how great of a friend Rio could be.

#court of darkness x reader #court of darkness #aquia avari #aquia avari x reader #aquia x reader #cod aquia #1k followers

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seb-reads31 · 6 months

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YO BRO!! PLEASE SAY ALL OF YOUR ASTER HCS RIGHT NOW. RIGHT. NOW!!!!!!

I'll give you one of mine :> I imagine he is a bit buffer and is a bit taller than the y/n [ I imagine hes like 5,8-5-9? ] but is still hella scared of them even though they should be more scared of him LOL

LOVE YOU BRO!!! -amer:]

Tw's -

Genre -

Type - head canons/drabble

Comments - I don't have many unless if I'm like, playing/doing something and I get the random thought "aster would like/love/hate this" so I need like, prompts to get the creative juices 😗

Random Thoughts

😰 This man is a little short in my head.

😰 Not like, SUPER short but a couple of inches below the average for guys

😰 I'm in LOVE with the idea that he's buff, I'm downbad for that thought 😍😍

😰 B U T, HEAR ME OUT ON THIS

😰 He's sort of like, petite before the incident, then after he decides to take some self defense classes and he does a bit of weight lifting 👀👀👀

😰 Not enough to like, have a bunch of muscle but enough to see it through his normal sweater, giving him the element of surprise✨

😰 He honestly... Probably hates soup after the incident. If you know you know 😭

😰 H E A R M E O U T A G A I N

😰 Aster opens a flower shop a little while after the incident 👀👀

😰 CAUSE LIKE, PRETTY BOY WITH A PRETTY FLOWER CROWN????

😰 Listen to this

😰 Say the person is completely separate from (y/n) (which is your/name if you didn't already know) and Y/N meets Aster in his shop one day 👀

😰 Adorable friendship for a good while, right? Then (referencing my "aster finds love again" head canons) after a few solid years of being friends, maybe he hires you during that time to like, deliver people's commissioned bouquets, and he like, confesses his love to (y/n) using a bouquet of flowers he made with how he thinks of them cause you're bound to know SOMETHING about what the flowers mean for as long as you spend in his shop 🤧🤧

😰 you should totally like... Draw Aster with a flower crown....

😰 I'm in love with that idea now 😭😭

😰 That, or he becomes a teacher

😰 Don't ask how that idea popped into mind

😰 BUT HEAR ME OUT AGAIN-

😰 There may or may not be a few more of those

😰 S O, again, you are separate from the person from the incident, B U T, you have a small child from a previous relationship or it's a W A Y younger sibling. You pick but I'm just gonna call them "your child"

😰 And I'm thinking he's either a preschool teacher or an elementary teacher but we're gonna go with preschool for my sake 😭

😰 But one day you go to pick up your child during naptime for the bigger kids (cause I said so) and when you talk to the secretary person they just say to go ahead and find your child

😰 Don't @ me I don't know how this works 😭

😰 And when you go to find your child you can see Aster comforting them after they had a bad dream, he sings them a small little song to keep their mind off of the dream (something like Little Bird, Little Bird cause it's interactive or something else idk) and he offers to read a story to them so they can try and fall back asleep, maybe even offers a small snack or something beforehand

😰 Whatever they choose, in the middle of the snack/book/song they end up catching a glimpse of you as you hide in a hallway basically giving Aster the goo goo eyes 🥺🥺

😰 You jump as your child runs very quietly towards you, basically outing you for staring at their teacher (not that I can blame you, I'd stare too 🤧) and you flush a bright red in the dark room.

😰 Aster gets a little shy at the thought someone other than the children heard him sing so he also flushes and starts fidgeting with his hands, asking what you needed in a small voice.

😰 You explain to the best of your ability without stuttering or accidentally saying something embarrassing that you needed to take your child because you wouldn't be back the normal time to pick them up and didn't have anyone else to watch them.

😰 Aster calms himself down as you speak, and says that the child is fine and goes to grab their little bag they bring every day

😰 When Aster comes closer to you, you can't help but admire his face, it was slightly round, his eyes soft and gentle, his slightly chubby cheeks make you want to pinch them, and finally, his plush lips as he spoke, his words going through 1 ear and out the other....

😰 You flinch as you catch yourself thinking about.. KISSING the gorgeous man??! Ohhh boy, you were starting to fall for the man, and you just met him today!!

😰 You finally clue in to what Aster was saying just in time to get enough context clues to give him a small and quick reply before you quickly speed walk out of the preschool...

😰 The rest is for another time 🤭🤭

Notes - D U D E, THIS WAS SO FUN TEODBIDDBISBEIE, THINKING ABOUT ASTER'S OCCUPATION AFTERWARDS WAS LIKE, A LITTLE BIT TOUGH BUT THEY'RE SO SWEET FKDNFJDB I hope you enjoyed Amer 🤧🤧🤧

#head canon #reader insert #asmr video

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apostatehamster · 6 months

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Watched OFMD, I have thoughts and feelings, and here be my outlet, whoopee. Spoilers, livewatching ramblings and screenshots ahead

Oh yeah Izzy focus, because I am me :)

Ep 6:

The episode had a villain of the day and I thought that was funny. Just some random guy who got jealous because Ed broke a record jkfhjk. Chill out, man

I've wanted Ed and Izzy to talk again for episodes but -

Bro, he confessed his love to you and you shot him down like a dog. Then knowing he loves you, you wanted him to end your life, which he refused. He tried to end his life instead, stripped of all meaning in life. You do not fucking get to be snappy with him, you were supposed to be the first one to talk,. Yes I am bitter, shut up- Kudos for Izzy being the bigger man (heh).

The drinking issues continue, i see :( "I thought you were Roach" hjkdfhkjl sur

Well, he managed to say the word Sorry at least, that's more than the crew got. I know he is working on the apologizing but. Oof man, it still needs work.

fucking love the crew but especially Archie, I think she's a great addition. Just good chaos. Also lmao Roach

Fang is so precious to me, you do not understand-

Everybody: AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEE CALYPSO BIRTHDAAAY

Everybody is just adressing Stede as their captain. Frenchie's eyes nervously flick to Ed from time to time though. Ed just heaves in annoyance. This guy really just hates his life atm. He's the most disconnected from the crew, like they tolerate him but his only social contact is Stede basically. And somewhat Izzy. Speaking of, it feels like a role reversal to season 1 where Izzy was the one kind of isolated on board

idk why but the way he said "that"Oh." absolutely made me lose it- What emotion was that. Nobody nose

Ed, seeing two kids: "Here's a lot of money. Also here's a knife. Stab anyone who gets close to the money" Me: he'd be a great dad-

idk just LOOK at her, ugh. QUEEEEEEN

Love Feeney for having that idea. Love Izzy listening to this and thinking "...you can just. do this?" and then picturing himself like that next to feeney. We love the self-discovery and self-expression

I just love them, your honor <3

He absolutely fucking killed it man and I need to look at ref pics to draw this because holy shit what a look

my favorite guy and his two support pals <3

Love the way Stede's face goes from "ehh...?????" to "awww..." within seconds. Love the way Fang starts clapping immediately after like one Note of singing (honestly same) Love Izzy just casually grabbing for Calypso/feeney's hand and turning the whole boat into his stage. You stole the thunder you little drama queen. But man he can SING T_T it's so soft..... and a love song....

The throuple hugging..... and also wth Fang and Roach have going on. I love the crew....

And the wonderful singing gets interrupted by... Cannonball and torture!!

OK Ed stepping in front of stede to shield him is cute

Ed continues to look annoyed and pissed off at everything that is happening in his life. Fair enough, I mean he wants to leave the pirate life behind but his pirate life keeps catching up with him

"Struck a chord" haha music pun

Roach laughing "I dont think the torture has begun yet :D :D :D" are you okay, my guy hsdjkhsdjkl???

*they're about to be tortured* Izzy: "It's just gonna turn me on." Ffs Izzy you little freak lmao

Lucius and Pete celebrating their honeymoon for a whole day, that is. impressive and lowkey concerning hjkshdjk

this was just. a nice frame. okay-

This season has a really mixed vibe inbetween funny and dark. Like, this ep is very artsy but they're also being tortured, i almost felt like I was watching a bit of Hannibal

If you think I am going to make this about Izzy, you are absolutely right!!! (I guess Ned and Maggie are Captain and first mate too, so I am definitely drawing the parallels) Because I think most of the issues between Ed and Izzy stem from Ed seeing him only as his First Mate and not Izzy, to the point where Izzy wasn't a person anymore. And now that Ed doesn't want to be a pirate anymore, the First Mate following around is a thorn in his side, and he fails to see the loyal friend underneath the front of the First Mate

Live Mutiny reaction

Ned not caring about whether Maggie dies, because she deserves death if she can't do her job (tie a proper tie). Yeah I am thinking about Ed shooting down Izzy and replacing him immediately. "You're mercenaries, you don't have feelings." Yeah, hm.

Stede is an absolute handsome charmer in this season, I gotta say.

Izzy absolutely flinching in panic as LuPete kick in the door. My man has PTSD (like the rest of the BB crew probably)

"We got engaged" Everyone: Awwwww :)

Ned: "You used to be a killer" Hm not so sure about that. Not the way everyone thinks at least. I am actually not sure if Edward ever killed anyone after his dad and the one person during the raid. His flashbacks were of these two murders at least (and the almost murder of izzy) so I am guessing there weren't anymore off screen murders?

Ed giving absolute zero shits about Ned's taunting, but Stede steps in, my man is manning up.

I find the difference between Ed and Stede so fascinating. Ed, who feels like his whole life went downhill after he killed and who wants to run from his life as a pirate, versus Stede who has been taunted for being weak, who wants to prove his strength and become a proper pirate. They are progressing in opposite ways.

"See, that's why he likes you. Because of your bumbling amateur status" I wonder if Ed feels like he corrupted Stede, sort of like Stede was afraid he ruined Edward at the end of season 1.

Izzy the killer being like "Give him a minute. First kill is always a mindfuck." and Edward going to check on Stede anyway, makes me wonder when Izzy first killed. If it was for Edward or if it was on his own. And if it was for Edward, if he checked on him, because I think probably not. And judging by the way Izzy stares into nothingness as Ed goes to check on Stede... yeah, no.

EMOTIONALLY LOADED KISS AGAINST THE WALL!!!!!!!!!! hell llloo

Can't help but feel sad tho with Izzy continuing his love serenade as Stede and Ed make out. Singing about how "It's only him for me, and me for him for life. He told me, he swore to me, for life." while the guy you're in love with is hooking up with another. I swear if the ring he wears around his tie was a promise form Ed I'm gonna be so devastated, I really really hope it isnt. :')

Fingie sand footsies gdfgjh LET'S FUCKING PARTAAAAAY

OK will continue in another post for episode 7 because I can't post so many pictures

#basy talks #about ofmd as always #mostly bc i love posting screenshots and rambling and i dont wanna spoiler my friend on twitter #so basu dont look!!!!#will ramble abt ep 7 in follow up post. i need more screenshot capacity lol

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eyndr-stories · 10 months

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YOU!!! I WAS DISTRACTED BY SPACE GAME BUT

1. Your first OC ever?

4. A character you rarely talk about?

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess (i bet i can guess something for that one kldgj)

ME!!!!! >:3

1 - I think my first ever OC that i can remember was this little dinosaur fella I would draw all the time in paper margins way back in middle school, I don't actually have any pics on my computer but I doodled him real quick for ya

Binosaur cause his head is just the letter B fdkjgjhgfdkfdg

4 - Lianel!!!!! I don't think I've ever shared them anywhere?? I made them back in highschool (hence the old signature, I went by a different name back then), I actually made a short little comic of them exploring this ruined world that I can't find >:( It's hiding in a sketchbook somewhere i hope and I just haven't scanned it. But anyhoo! Lianel is on the run for space crimes!! Jury's out on whether or not they actually committed said crimes or were framed though. They found their ancient armor from the ruins of a resistance organization that died out a long time ago, but when you're on the run you take what you can get. They've got a funky staff that an even funkier little magic blob lives in, so long as Lianel takes them on adventures, since the little blob can't travel on their own. In return the blob lets Lianel use some of their magic when they get into trouble. I don't think I ever named the blob??????????

13 - Hehohoho!!!!! >:D This is Calcifur!!! They look small and unassuming but they will steal your wallet fhgjhkgfjklhgf

Cal loves being gay and doing crimes, especially graffiti in places they're not supposed to, although after they met Lato they toned it down a lot and now stick to mostly silly pranks. Calcifur is one of the main three fellas I used to draw a whooooole lot before I fell out of doing art for a good while, and i will definitely be using this as an excuse to talk about them gjhfijhgfd but first, more about Calcifur! Cal's skin glows and changes color with their mood, (neutrally they're blue) and they've got a nifty pair of headphones that can transform into a stylish neck kerchief. They can speak, but can only be heard by people they want to hear them. And now the trio!

MY MAIN BLORBOS..... I LOVE THEM

Ok so the other two are Lato and Cube (bet you can't guess who's who lmao) Lato is my fluffy puff ball sweet boy, friendliest fella you'll ever meet. He's naturally very curious and aims to be pals with everyone he meets. He's semi aware of his being an artistic creation, though he's pretty chill about it. Cube on the other hand, is fully aware and somewhat peeved at me about it jhgdkhgdjkjhgfd Cube is a straightforward know it all with a short temper and vast knowledge. Originally I made him to be a companion to Lato, to keep him company in the void (since I was very bad about never drawing any sort of backgrounds lmao) and to answer Lato's many ceaseless questions for me. He often shows up doodled in the margins of whatever I'm working on to make snide jokes about something or other or yell at me to stay focused. Now a days the three live together in a nice house out in the forest and have fun domestic style shenanigans. I could talk about these three for a thousand years so I'll stop here because this whole ask has already gotten slightly out of hand kgfdhlkdjgfhgj

43 - (Looks at my crew of just the silliest lil guys. Jokesters and pranksters abound) Idk can't think of anything

dkhfjhlgdgljgfh I do really like silly characters, and characters with more simple designs that are easier for me to doodle here and there without taking too much time or energy. Cube is VERY popular in my notes and sketchbooks. Funny enough a lot of sillier characters are more recent creations, characters I made in highschool and earlier had more tragic / serious backstories. Oh, I also draw a LOT of little creatures, just strange monster things. Not sure if they count as OCs, most aren't even named or I only drew once or twice, but I do love me a creature

#oh whoops I've been making this post for. over an hour djhkfghfdjfdg #those image IDs man #but if i dont do them right away i forget about em #anyhoo thanks for the questions :D my brain blorbos. i love them dearly #holding them out in the palms of my hands #waugh i want to draw my main trio now but it is past bedtime kfdjgkgjhfdf #eyndr does art #OCs #♥️mutual shenanigans♥️#♥️kibbits♥️#grah tags idk i'll come back and fix tags later i gotta go to bed before Moon gets my ass jhgfhkgfjd #paper airplanes #oc cube #oc lato #oc calcifur #oc lianel #oc binosaur

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trixabke · 2 years

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req from: @local-problem

She/her - bisexual, Birthday: November 27, 2003, Sagittarius, Height: 1.83 m / 6 ft, Hair: light brown, curls with lots of volume and quite long, Eye color: blue-grey, Personality: ENFJ, I'm fairly athletic, doing track, volleyball and dancing. Work: I work in a bubble tea shop, give swimming lessons to small children and tutor (maths). When I have time, I like to draw and read. I love my grandma, manga, anime, sports, my friends, alpaca stuffed animals, coffee and black tea

HELLO, I RLLY HOPE U LIKE THIS! i’m assuming you meant a romantic match up! if not oops lol thank u for sending this! it rlly helped me w motivation! also sorry if this is a bit long :) SIDE NOTE ITS RLLY COOL THAT UR SO TALL

just because idk if its a touchy subject for u!)

(also i feel like i keep matching ppl w more mainstream characters but like, ITS RHE VIEB I GET OK???) 😭

(rom) i match you with…..

SUGAWARA

ok ok u def met when u were working

he came in w daici and kiyoko to talk abt some important stuff n when they walked in he was like “woah 😨”

thinks ur so attractive

then he orders and leaves!! yay how eventful

BUT THEN

he always suggests to go to that boba place

are the drinks good? yes. are they as good as seeing you? no.

probably starts with very very minimal conversations, maybe MAYBE small talk or an occasional joke from him

he becomes a regular, and he most likely orders the same thing every time

one day hinata comes in w him daichi and kiyoko

AND HINATAS FREAKING ABOUT BECAUSE HE SAW U THE OTHER DAY

turns out u tutor his little sister although he probably needs it more

and kiyoko tells hinata abt the crush she noticed suga had

AND WHEN I TELL U HINATA SCREAMED

later that night he was talking to (brokuto) bokuto abt it and then a lightbulb goes off

hinata is suddenly busy the day he needs to pick his sister up from tutoring and oh no hes always busy now and suga is the only one free?? oh well i guess he has to pick her up and see you

he thinks he so smart

and he is in this scenario at least

but did his set up work?? yes

when he shows up

ur like?? and he is like???

but u end up talking, n found out u have a lot in common

he finally leaves once and only once natsu is tugging and pulling at sugas sleeve with the biggest pout on her face

hinata?? busy?? again?? cant pick up sister! oh well suga has to get her now!!

this time, he left w ur number

very friends to lovers story then plays out

bookstore hangouts very often

mini little old lady clubs where u recommend stuff you found and he recommends stuff you stuff he found

then he sends you very long thought out reviews on whatever you give him

DEFINITELY CONFESSES BY ACCIDENT

its either 1. if u guys r arguing he will just accidentally be like “because i like you” or something dumb, 2. says it in the evning when u guys r sitting outside and he thinks you look so pretty under the glow of the setting sun, he just mutters it under his breath (or so he thought)

and ur just like “what?” but yk its mutual

he def wont get into an actual relationship with you until he has properly taken you out on a date that he deems successful

a lot of picnics, maybe hiking if u want to, late night fast food runs w rlly blurry pictures

he loves how trustworthy you are

also i def think he loves ur hair

the volume n the waves is just perfection to him

suga might always seem very happy and peppy but he isnt always

he has mastered the people pleasing act of happiness

so he rlly enjoys ur strong emotional sense to be able to understand him

also likes that you’re empathetic so being vulnerable is comfortable with you

because of those he feels like he can talk to u about anything he feels like he needs to hide from others (the trustworthiness helps w this too)

(he is an infj so the balance of that relationship is rlly cool btw)

finds it so cool that you play volleyball

he’ll inv u to play w his team sometime for fun but will make sure ur not overwhelmed (because we all know that team meeting sugas gf would be..just praying for u)

he always sends u good morning and good night texts

he always brings u sweets n chocolate on ur period

brings you flowers all the time

he also will check if u need anything when hes at the grocery store

he will never forget an anniversary

ALSO LOVES THAT YOU WORK W CHILDREN, HIS FUTURE TEACHER HEART IS SO HAPPY

overall a rlly understanding, safe, and compassionate relationship

THANK U SO MUCH FOR REQ AGAIN!! I hope u enjoyed it! I have a lot of fun writing these :) as always, if u saw any spelling errors no u didn’t! dont forget to eat and drink water!!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu matchups #haikyuu x reader #romantic match #matchups #sugawara drabble #sugawara fic #hq suga #hq kuroo #kuroo fluff #kuroo x you #haikyuu smut #haikyuu hcs #suga smut

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dylantics · 2 years

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Vert Wheeler the beloved,,, but here he's talking to/about Stanford 🥺😭

So Spinning Out is a great episode, probably one of my very biased top 5 because we get to see Stan Man being a goofy guy while still standing on his own. It's also just a fun adventure overall.

I also like it because it slots in nicely with my opinion that Stanford is a lot more capable than the show, team, and Fandom says he is. On a regular basis this man has incredible precision, sick driving moves, and a persistence to do good that manifests in a willingness to sacrifice himself for his friends. Yeah he's got an ego but he was canonically bullied and has a brother that regularly makes everything a competition he loses at. In Mag Wheels Stanford even confessed that he only pulls stunts and boasts because he's compensating for past failings. The only reason he hypes himself up is because no one else will. Instead the team spends most of the series constantly making fun of him and criticizing him more than anyone else on the team.

EXCEPT FOR VERT BABY.

Good old Vert has a couple moments throughout the show where he makes a small complement towards Stanford. A line at the beginning of Stormshocker comes to mind where Vert just,,, tells him he made a nice move. Meant a lot to me man.

But that stuff is a little rare and Stan usually gets the short end of the stick. Like in this episode where Stanford almost fucking DIES and he gets shit for it from the team?? Damn no wonder he feels like he has to prove himself. (For a direct comparison: In Artifical Intelligence Agura is hanging off a ledge being pushed off by Zug and is calling for help. 1. The Tangler can climb she literally wasn't even in danger. 2. The team actually responds to say they're busy, they all ignore Stanford. 3. She ends up being responsible for the destruction of a massive amount of sentient data and isn't so much as teased because of it?? Like all Stanford did was be in danger himself, but Agura gets Sage's future destroyed and faces no consequences or even a one liner? I'm not saying Stanford should never be criticized, but you have to acknowledge there's a double standard in his treatment vs the rest of the team's)

ANYWAYS back to Spinning Out. We get to see Stanford only relying on himself which is sort of implying that he relies on others regularly. That's true to some extent, but in the scene right after his shocksuit gets drained he says a bad thing then spins it into a positive, keeping his moral high. I'd like to read too far into this and say that he's probably used to comforting himself when situations turn sour, and he's also probably used to not having many friends, so he'd be alone a lot. Idk I just think that maybe he's so pushy asking for help because he's never been part of a group before and isn't sure how far to go before he's taking advantage of them. So yeah it's a little annoying that he tries to bribe people to do car maintenence for him, but I'm not sure that should mean he's incompetent?? Because the team sure acts like they think he's incompetent.

But Vert (In the top gif with Spinner) is looking very proud as he says "Stanford is tough, he can handle himself." He isn't worried at all because he's the only person willing to pay attention to how well Stanford actually performs. I kind of wish Stanford had heard him say it, he needs the reassurance. (Luckily Vert does tell him he did a good job at the end of Swarmed)

Later in the episode Stan gets the power back on with a creative solution and we get gif #2. Vert answering his message with absolute glee, then giving the audience the absolute softest smile I've seen in my entire life when Stanford says he's okay. Vert knew he would be, but there's such genuine emotion when he gets confirmation.

Gif #3 Stan has insisted Brits say "Time Space Continuosity" and instead of groaning like everyone else, Vert just rolls his eyes with an expression that I only draw on characters that are down bad. The half closed eyes with the eyebrows up? He absolutely loves hearing about the silly thing Stanford is insisting upon. It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, because he adores the passion behind it.

Gif #4 is similar, with Vert wanting to know what they arrived back "just in time for". He's shaking his head but his expression is just so genuine y'know?? I know Vert spends the whole show putting all his emotions on display, but it's just really nice to see someone sort of indulge Stanford. Because everyone else seems like they're constantly annoyed by his presence.

(Bonus, in the scene after Stanford's natural hair is revealed they didn't animate Vert laughing,, so he's just kinda standing there smiling instead?? Maybe he just thinks he looks cute idk,, I'm definitely reading too far into that part sksgdkdh

ANYWAY I wrote all this out because I'm trying to explain in a normal way how much I care for the way Vert treats Stanford. As someone who has been told to their face that people were only friends with me out of convenience or circumstance many times,, I kind of project onto Stanford a lot. It just makes me sad thinking about canonically in the movie everyone just goes their separate ways. They don't stay together which bothers me, because I don't think many of them had other places to go back to. And so,, if they weren't selected by an alien would any of them choose to be friends at all? I know Agura probably wouldn't be his friend, and everyone else just sort of tolerates him? So it's nice to see Vert compliment him and support him, because that makes me think the two of them would be friends even without the circumstances...

[BRIEF INTERMISSION: I know I'm being very harsh on the show and characters right now, and I want to make it clear that I love all of them!!! I love the show and I do think it is a great example of found family for the most part!! I've just been thinking about Stanford in this context because unfortunately I've had some struggles with friendships my whole life and especially lately. I know the team has his back, but I wish they spoke to him nicer. Friendly jabs can get out of hand, and I'm all too familiar with being the friend that's stuck as the constant butt of the joke. More often than not those people weren't actually my friends. But I also interpret them as all being close, true friends. It's more fun that way. But canonically I think they're a bit too mean for no good reason.]

Back to the post, this line of thinking + some other stuff make the StanVert ship particularly appealing to me!! Heteronormative relationships push the love/hate relationship and bickering married couple way too much and queer media all too often has a closeted gay bully get to enter a trauma free relationship with their gay victim. It's honestly tiring and I'd much rather focus on a pairing that's built off of genuine respect for each other. Stanford and Vert are both pretty impulsive, fun-loving, loyal to a fault people. They're teenagers that support each other while being burdened with an incomprehensible responsibility. Stanford carries around self doubt that manifests in overcompensation, and Vert seems to be the only person to recognize that and go out of his way to uplift Stanford when he can. It's not canon accurate but I think them being the oldest would also have them be the closest, and I think Stanford would be a good shoulder to lean on. I headcanon him as very emotionally intelligent, and his willingness to put himself in danger for his friends extends to the danger of being vulnerable with others lol. I just think they could be really nice, really wholesome.

Stanford deserves someone who speaks highly of him with utter confidence, someone who trusts him and comforts him. He deserves someone who is smiling just because they're talking over the coms.

And if not that, Stanford at last deserves better than what he got </3

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