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a-kind-of-merry-war · 9 days

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What did the Roche/Ciri ship do to you? Why is he bad? Is his existence simply an insult to you?

okay, anon, you've won me over.

i've written a roche/ciri fic just for you. It's about fighting injustice, realising the world is so much bigger than you ever realised, bonding over feeling different, finding love in unexpected places even when everyone else is against your relationship, and a shared love of music.

I've put it under the cut because its quite long. Enjoy!

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.

Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second.

Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead.

I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? -

A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know.

But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that.

A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now.

I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone.

Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What's available? Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where are you? - I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.

Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow!

Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power.

More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative.

Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.

What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement?

I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there.

- Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess.

"Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do.

Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It's like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee.

Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. -

Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no! You're dating a human florist! We're not dating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite!

She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It's been three days! Why aren't you working?

I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Where are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane! You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease.

Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don't have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! -

It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves.

Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. -

Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no!

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honeysuckleharringtons · 2 years

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"I truly can't control my heart around you" (I think that's what it was lol) with Billy, plssss <33

hello anon that i definitely don't know irl 😉 i ~definitely~ haven't told you this already but i am so sorry it took me so long to post this. ily, thank you for being patient with me 🫶🏻

"The L Word" ~ B. Hargrove

Summary: When Y/N asks Billy why he likes her so much, his answer is a much different outcome than she'd expected.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,031

Content Warning: Billy smoking cigarettes, swearing, i think that might be it?

Genre: Fluff. i mean, i guess Angst if you squint but i'd say it's mostly Fluff.

Extra Notes: hmmm, none that i can think of right now!

Based On the Prompt: "I truly can’t control my heart when I'm around you."

Originally Written: between 09/17/22 and 09/19/22

Beta Read By: @reidsbookclub 🫶🏻

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"Hey, how come you're so nice to me?"

This question had been prompted by what was probably seen as the smallest gesture in any other relationship—the simple act of Billy wrapping his jacket around my shoulders.

His right hand was laced with mine as the other held a cigarette, nearly dropping it as he registered my question. "What?" he asked, seeming genuinely confused.

"I mean, I don't know of any other girl in Hawkins you'd willingly lend your favorite denim jacket to," I further clarified.

Billy was quick to bounce back with, "Well, no other girl in Hawkins is as smokin' hot as you are, now are they, pretty girl?"

Normally, I would've blushed at his usage of a nickname, but instead, I found myself letting out a light scoff. "Seriously?" I asked, sliding myself up further onto the hood of his car.

He continued to lightly lean against it, taking in a whiff of the mixture of night air and cigarette smoke. "Yeah, seriously. Everyone else is either a blonde bimbo or just looks like straight up dog shit."

I cut my eyes at him sharply. "Not what I meant."

He slowly raised the cigarette to his lips, taking a long inhale. He slowly exhaled, the smell of smoke quickly wafting into my nose. "You're not gonna let it go, are you?"

I looked at home straight faced, shaking my head.

He let out a deep sigh, his expression slightly softening. "You know… it's like… I…" he struggled to collect his thoughts.

"You OK? I didn't break you, did I?" I giggled, reaching up to run my hand through his hair.

He grabbed my hand mid-stroke, moving it to his chest. "You feel that?"

I could feel the light thumps through the white cotton that sat tightly against his skin. "Uh huh," I answered, unsure where this was going.

"That only happens when I'm with you."

"What? Your heart beating?" I asked sarcastically. "Because if so, you should definitely go see a doctor because your heart stopping that often is definitely not supposed to happen."

This time, he cut his eyes at me. "Not what I meant, smartass."

I looked over his face as he began to collect his thoughts once more. He licked his lips as he searched for words, his eyebrows ruffling in perplexity.

Finally, he spoke up once more. "I don't know… it's like, I can't really control my heart when I'm around you," he said, taking a long pause. Eventually, he continued with, "If I have to be honest, it kinda scares me."

"Bills," I started, my expression gentle as I moved my hand back to his hair, "I think what you're feeling is a four-letter word that begins with L."

Despite being together for a few months, I was the only one who'd ever said the L word. Ever since Billy was a kid, he'd had this misperception that love was rare—that it was something you had to earn, not something that was inherent in everyone. I tried not to push the L word on Billy, but I believed I'd loved him harder than I'd ever loved anyone before. What was the harm in telling him so? After all, even if he couldn't verbally say it, his actions said it—he loved me too.

He scoffed, raising the cigarette to his mouth once more. "I think I'd know if I felt that way, sweetheart," he commented before inhaling again.

I sighed, hopping off the hood of the car. "You know you're not as tough as you think you are, Billy Hargrove."

He rolled his eyes, a sarcastic look appearing on his face. He leaned in and exhaled, blowing smoke just inches away from my face. "And you're not as smart as you think you are," he replied, almost daringly. "You think you've got me all figured out, huh?"

I ran a hand along his chest, patting lightly. "Trust me, big boy, I've had you figured out since the second I saw you step out of this Camaro and into the parking lot of Hawkins High."

"Is that so?" he smirked, lingering ever-so-close to my face.

"Uh huh," I nodded, "And I've figured out that what you feel for me… it's called love, Hargrove."

He rolled his eyes, licking his lips once more. "You're not gonna let it go, are you?"

"Never," I answered, shaking my head. "I mean, I've been waiting months for you to say it. I don't get why you're so scared of it. It's just a word, it's not gonna hurt you."

"It's more than just a word, Y/N," he protested. "It's actions. It's showing someone that they deserve to be loved. You don't just go throwing the L word around like it's confetti. In my eyes, it has to be earned."

I moved my arms up, dangling them over his shoulders. "Are you saying I haven't earned it?" I inquired, one eyebrow cocked upward.

He took a deep breath, eyes wandering for a few seconds. "No, I suppose you have earned it."

The air stayed silent for a beat, a comfortable silence. He ran a finger through my hair lightly, brushing some loose hairs behind my ear. I would have stayed like that all night if the universe had allowed me to.

"So?" I asked, finally breaking the silence.

"So?" he replied, his tone filled with sarcasm.

"I think you owe me something," I stated, "A certain four-letter word, perhaps?"

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Woman, you are so persistent," he chuckled.

"Thank you. I've heard my persistence is one of my better qualities," I told him, a giggle threatening to fall from my tongue.

He let out a long sigh, moving his hand back to my hair. "I guess I do—L word you, I mean."

I leaned in, placing my hands lightly against the material of his white tee shirt. I left a long and sweet kiss on his lips, feeling nearly dizzy when I registered that of all the mouths in Hawkins I could've kissed, I'd had the pleasure of kissing Billy's. "I guess I L word you too, Billy Hargrove."

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Hey there! 👋 I just finished reading the latest chapter of Reciprocity and (hope I'm not bothering you) but I wanted to say all of this while it was still fresh in my mind!

Firstly: I love love LOVE how you lightly touched on Splinter and Raph's relationship pre-losing Leo before things got tense between them. It was just SUCH a nice breath of fresh air from how things currently are with them 😭 (hope they'll have that father & son relationship again someday).

Secondly: Love how you're giving us a glimpse into Leo's anxiety. As someone with crippling anxiety myself, I HEAVILY RELATE TO OUR BOY. And did he almost tell Raph about his spiritual connection!? (I forgot exactly what you called/described it as in your fic, but I noticed it!!)

Thirdly: Your overall world building and real-life references are always such a delight to read. You really make the story and characters FEEL believable, like the film was aiming to do! So reading about them receiving fan-mail and art from kids is SO SWEET.

I know this is already long (sorry); but there's one thing I'd like to ask. The part with the little girl wearing the armbrace and bandanna in Raph's colours WARMED MY HEART. So, this may be a silly question to ask, but will that girl ever make an appearance again?

I understand the point was so that Raph realized the importance of them being "heroes" and inspiring people. I just can't help but imagine a scenario where he randomly runs into her again after everything that's happened. (Not saying you have to put this in your story - pls don't do that omw this YOUR baby!!). It's just something I've been thinking about for HOURS - it really stuck with me.

Again, sorry this was quite long! 🙈 Keep up the great work, take your time, and stay amazing! ✨️

Ahhhhh you are SPOILING ME today! First the fan art on Twitter, now this wonderful comment 😭 And it's never a bother to hear from someone!!!

Firstly: I love love LOVE how you lightly touched on Splinter and Raph's relationship pre-losing Leo before things got tense between them.

Glad you liked that! I really wanted to give everyone a glimpse of "the good old days" (if only to make the current state of things even more painful lol)

Secondly: Love how you're giving us a glimpse into Leo's anxiety. As someone with crippling anxiety myself, I HEAVILY RELATE TO OUR BOY.

On the one hand, I am really sorry to hear that. But on the other, I'm glad that more than a few people have said the way the boys are written feels authentic and relatable. The things the boys are struggling with are delicate subjects, and I'm trying my best handle them appropriately and do them justice.

And did he almost tell Raph about his spiritual connection!? (I forgot exactly what you called/described it as in your fic, but I noticed it!!)

Leo was trying to tell Raph about it! At that point, everyone thinks Leo is just a really sensitive and empathetic guy. I don't want to give too much away, but at that point, Leo was beginning to realize that what he was feeling was something more than that. It's freaking him out though, and Raph was the only person he felt comfortable enough telling back then 😭

I haven't actually given it a "name" per se, because Raph still isn't really aware of it when he's awake. I've been using a few different words interchangeably like connection, bond, link, etc. As things progress and we learn more, my plan is to have one of the characters give it an "official" name.

THANK YOU! I just really really love world building, and I especially love the world building of Mutant Mayhem. It feels real and believable. Its just really fun to sit here and think about how this would play out in the real world (even the boring and logistical parts like having to go to the post office or how they're able to pay for things lol).

akjshfgaksdfhdsaf I can't tell you but...!!!! Sort of! Kind of! Not her specifically, but there will be another Raph and "little kid looking up to him as a hero" moment that's very important and a huge turning point in the whole story and it is taking EVERYTHING I have not to give too much away!!!!!!! WHY CAN'T I WRITE FASTER?!?!

Thanks again so much, I love comments and asks!

#reciprocity asks #reciprocity fic #reciprocity au #reciprocity #reciprocity tmnt #tmnt #tmnt mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt mm #tmnt fandom #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fanfiction

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I've wanted some kind of Jonathan and Steve friendship or comradery for a while. It may be because the actors have wanted this from the very start, but I am a big enjoyer of trios.

I despise love triangles that overstay their welcome. Especially love triangles that have already died and are resurrected because the writers can't think of anything more interesting to do.

Nah, I prefer a team of three pre and post love triangle drama. In real life I know it's probably way harder to get along with people you were previously in a love triangle with, especially if it ended badly or violence was involved. Which it was. But also see so much potential in a dynamic like that. The three of you have literally been through hell and back. Fought each other. Hated each other. Protected each other. At the end of the day, because of all that drama, you somehow know each other very well and can't help but want to stick around.

All that said, I don't like what season 4 did with this at all. Like I mentioned, I loathe zombie love triangles. I hate that they used Robin and Eddie's characters to dig it up and give Steve second thoughts about the whole thing. I dislike it even further than Steve doesn't have the decency to not make intentional moves on someone who is already in a relationship.

I think season 2 did a great thing by showing even though Jonathan and Steve don't exactly get along, he purposely got out of Steve's way and even lied for Steve about leaving the party to help a relationship that wasn't even his.

Petty love triangle relationship drama aside, no matter which side you land on or which ship you ship, I appreciate how they wrote Jonathan's behavior back then and I wish that had been extended to Steve. I also believe Steve would be the kind of person to lie or make up excuses for someone else from time to time, so why didn't they write that?

What I want for next season is basically the same thing, but better. I don't want more scenes of Steve trying to "win the girl". I want scenes of Steve trying to figure Jonathan out. What makes him different. Why did Nancy choose him? Who is he? I don't need Steve trying to fix Nancy and Jonathan's relationship, that isn't a requirement. I just need Steve to come to some kind of understanding about Jonathan specifically.

As an extension of that, I'd like Robin to do the same thing as I didn't appreciate her role in the S4 relationship drama either.

It's like they've both made up their mind about Jonathan without knowing him at all and tried to undercut him. I mean, that is something teenagers and young adults do so I'm not hating them for it. Just urg, why did it have to be written that way. They writers didn't have to do that.

On the reverse side of that, I want Jonathan to be doing the same. Who is Steve really? He's not that bad apparently so why not figure that out for himself? Doubtful they'll find a lot in common but hey, maybe they do find that one thing they can get along on and become friendly or friends?

If Robin and Steve are witness to Will (and El) being targeted again, maybe they can both come to an epiphany like "Oh, that's why he's like this. I get him now." (by that I mean, Jonathan's crippling fear of his family suffering or being alone, so much so he will drop EVERYTHING. School, friendships, and even relationships will take a backseat for the purpose of protecting his family)

I don't want this to turn into a "Gasp, I didn't realize you were sooooo amazing Steve!" I really want some mutual "You know... you aren't too bad at all." energy. It's LONG overdue.

Do I have any real hopes of this happening? No. Lol. This kind of stuff would require them actually writing Jonathan for once, which they haven't done a significant amount of in 2 seasons. My true hope is that they will completely shock and surprise me, pull a 180, and make a Steve and Jonathan friendship believable because I really do like the idea of it if it's coming from a mutual place of understanding and respect.

#stranger things #jonathan byers #steve harrington #theory

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A Good Problem to Have- Journey to the Emerald City- present day blurb

So after being the very near proximity to one Jamie Oleksiak last night at the Stars game, I got this little blurb for Teddy and Lex in my head. Of course, I had to write it down and you know my blurb came out to be 2.5K words. It has not been proofread so there maybe many mistakes. You have been warned.

This is SMUT and nothing but SMUT with a brief intro it.

You do not need to have read the series to enjoy the blurb. The background Teddy(Bliss) and Oleksiak (Lex) are married with eleven month twin girls. They like sex. They like sex A LOT.

Here is the link to my master list. If you haven't read the series but are interested, start with Trouble with a Capital T. It will make more sense when you read it.

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March 21st- Post Game- Kraken Team bus

"Hey Lex Love," Teddy answered his Facetime call with a grin, "How are you?"

"How do you think I am?" he answered with a big smile.

"Glad to have that monkey off your back and get the win?" she replied happily.

"Exactly. Hopefully the girls are asleep?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah, they lasted until the third period before they crashed. It was nice to be able to focus on the game and have a drink," she answered, "or drinks I should say. I can't believe it was Benn that scored the game tying goal. Fucker."

"Drinks,huh?" he laughed as the tell tale signs of Tipsy Teddy emerged, "Feeling good, eh?"

Teddy bit her lip, "Feeling very good." She stared at him, lowered her eyes and blushed. She looked up again and licked her lips without thinking. Lex smiled and pondered her current state of mind.

"Tell me," he looked directly into the phone.

"I can't," she blushed, "You will laugh at me."

"No, I won't," he answered.

"Do you have your air pods in? No one can hear me?" she asked.

"No one but me, but now you have me really curious" he smiled

"Promise not to laugh?" She asked again.

"Yes"

"Ummmmm….. I just……have this……" she started. "An overwhelming desire to ummmm….. suck your cock. I can't explain it. I have never wanted to suck it as much as I do right now. Oh God, " Her cheeks flushed and heart raced.

"Oh really?" he said as he looked around to ensure no one could hear. "Never as much as now? You have enthusiastically done it in the past."

"I know. I really do like to do it because you get so turned on by it. I love to make you cum and hear how hot you get…." She explained, "but now I WANT it. I cannot stop thinking about it. Like since the girls went to sleep, I had a vision of taking you in my mouth. Mmmmm…..fuck Lex, I want it "

Lex fought his body's response to her words. The blood pulsated below his waist. Against his better judgment, he whispered, "How do you want it?"

"I want to take the tip and suck it. I want to lick the shaft up and down, then put my mouth on it and go up and down, " she detailed.

"Bliss…..damn," he sighed, "Tell me more."

"I want you to wrap your fingers in my hair and guide my head while you moan. I want to hear you whisper 'that's it, Bliss. Suck it good' in that low voice you get when you are so fucking turned on," she continued.

"Bliss, I am," he voice lowered, "Are you?"

"Yes, want to see?" she asked. His mind scrambled and he tried to hide his phone from view, unsure what she was about to do. She moaned softly and her fingers came to her mouth. They were shiny and wet as she sucked them slowly.

He looked around and tried to gauge how much further until they arrived at the jet. It wouldn't be long. "Bliss, you are killing me. Take a video. I want to see it. Take a video and send it to me so I can watch you."

He looked up and saw Turbo staring at him with curiosity.

"Will you make a video and send it back to me?" She asked as her hand disappeared again. "Oh God," she moaned.

"Yes,I will," he whispered as they pulled into the airfield. "I have to go," he said, "we are at the plane now and I have to get off the bus. Please do it."

"I will," she moaned, "I love you Lex."

"I love you too, Bliss," he said quietly, "Can't wait to see it. Good night."

He ended the call as the bus stopped. Thankfully he was at the back of the bus, he folded his suit jacket over his arm and placed it in front of him as he stood up. He passed Turbo's seat. Tanev said, "Good phone call with Teddy?" Lex nodded. "Enjoy your video later. I can only imagine the content."

Lex leveled his gaze at Turbo. He wasn't sure if he was embarrassed to be overheard or annoyed that Turbo was possibly imagining Teddy in a sexual way. "How about you don't imagine it? That will probably be best for you." He said with an edge that wasn't entirely planned.

"Woah there," Tanev immediately picked up on the tone, "It was just a joke."

"Sorry, just a little frustrated," Lex said softly.

"It's all good," Turbo laughed, "It's a good problem to have."

Lex smiled "Yes,it is. Yes, it is."

Teddy and Lex’s house- Seattle

Teddy hugged her robe tight against her body as she descended the stairs. She made a quick stop in the kitchen to make another drink to wipe out any remaining inhibitions about the amateur porn she was about to film. She shook her head and smiled. Lex probably envisioned a quick video in the bedroom, not a video shot with her professional camera.

It took a few minutes to set up the camera for the best angle of what she was about to film. Then she set up her props and adjusted her lingerie. Then she hit the record button on the camera.

Afterwards, she took a few minutes to edit out the beginning and the ending so it flowed smoothly. She then took the file and drug to the encrypted dropbox. She then shared the file and password hint to Lex via text.

Kraken Jet- Nashville

Lex looked at his phone as the jet came to a standstill and the crew readied the plane for disembarkment. He smiled as saw the notification from Teddy. He clicked on the text, read it quickly and laughed. He typed his response and hit send.

Lex grabbed his stuff and tried to make it off the plane. Unfortunately, he was behind most of the team as they descended the stairs from the jet. He stared at his phone at the icon of the shared video. His mind raced with the potential images contained in the video. Teddy and he had similar videos in the past on road trips. They all had lasting impact on him and provided much needed inspiration for solo activities. He grew impatient as it seemed as if every single one of his teammates was moving in slow motion.

Time dragged as he boarded the bus and they began their slow drive to the hotel. Lex resorted to deep breathing to keep the thoughts at bay. Disastrous consequences could arise if he entertained thoughts of Teddy for longer than a few seconds. At least he had the forethought to sit at the front of the bus. At the hotel, he raced to get his luggage from underneath the bus, get his hotel assigned room key card and up the elevator.

“Whoa, Big Rig,” Turbo chirped, “Where’s the fire? Oh, did she send it? I bet she sent it.”

“Don’t make me hurt you,Turbo,” he called out over his shoulder as he scrambled to the elevator.

Lex closed the door firmly when he entered the seventh floor hotel room. He left his bag by the door and started stripping. He held the phone in hand and plopped on the bed. He went to open the file before he remembered his promise to send a video in return. She probably wanted to see his reaction to her video. “Damn,” he thought to himself, “I can’t watch the video and record at the same time.” He remembered his Ipad. He could access the video from there and record on his phone- problem solved. He surveyed the room to find the best place to set up the phone that gave the best view of him on the bed.

Lex hit the record button and went back to the bed. His back rested against the headboard of the bed, legs spread slightly apart. He looked up at the camera and gave a smile and a wink. He leaned over and set the tablet up on the cover, angled it so he could see the screen and started the video. He turned to the phone, “Kitty Kat, there will be a consequence to the continued teasing about the condoms. Just so you know.” He paused and thought of the ways he was going to punish her in their next kinky play session.

The video began with Teddy sitting somewhat demurely on the chair in her office. She had definitely used lights from her studio to her best advantage. He blinked when he saw the red lace bra and panty set she wore. It had been a surprise to him during their honeymoon. He smiled at the camera and said, “Oh, you dressed for the occasion, eh?” Then the music started and his head tilted slightly to the left as he listened. Body Party Remix. She stood up and began a seductive dance in front of the camera while maintaining eye contact with the camera lens. Occasionally, she sang the lyrics as she bumped and grinded. His hand went to cock which was growing harder by the second. He played with the tip before he began to stroke.

She sang “I'm doing this little dance for you. You got me so excited’ as she squatted and spread her legs, her crotchless panties revealed her aroused sex. She used her fingers to spread her labia apart. Her desire was plainly evident as she rubbed her clit in small circles. She looked down and then up at the camera. “See what you do to me, Lex?” she moaned, “Only for you.”

“Fuck,” he groaned and sat up straighter.

She continued to explore herself as the music played. When the song ended, she stood up and walked to the chair. Another song began, Body Say and her hips snapped to the beat as she reached beneath the seat and pulled out a dildo. She sat down in the chair and rubbed the toy across her chest and down her abdomen. She brought it back up the length of her body and slowly dragged it across her jaw. She moaned, “Mmmmmm…. Not as good as yours but it will have to do.” Her lips went to the dildo and she sucked the tip.

“Bliss,” he moaned, “That is so fucking hot.” When her mouth moved down the shaft, his hand twisted up and down the length of his own. He struggled to keep his eyes on the video as he imagined her velvety mouth enveloping his cock. Her tongue applied just the right pressure to his sensitive skin. His eyes watched as she expertly mimicked her technique on the dildo. It was the exact movements that she used to draw him deeper into his pleasure.

On the video, she looked at the camera with half closed eyes as she whimpered. “I love sucking your cock- so big and hard for me,” she hummed softly, “I love it when you fuck my mouth with it.” She became silent except for the sounds of her mouth slurping. Occasionally the soundtrack was interrupted with a moan. She paused and smiled, “Are you almost there, Lex? I bet you are. I bet you are panting and your hand is moving like a jackhammer. Is it as good as my mouth?”

He groaned, “No…..Damn, I want your mouth on me. Fuck so close.”

“Keep going, Lex. Don’t stop. Cum for me. I want to see you cum so hard thinking of my mouth on that glorious cock. I can’t stop thinking about it. I want it too much. Give it to me. Let me hear you cum,” she encouraged.

His soft grunts became louder. A thought that he should be concerned about being too loud floated across his mind before he dismissed it. He needed this. He needed this release. Fuck anyone who had to listen to him. He cried out, “Bliss….. Yes… Bliss” as his orgasm began. A series of grunts and groans followed as his cum spurted onto his stomach. His hand continued to stroke until the waves of pleasure dissipated. Finally he was left breathless as he studied the ceiling.

“Lex…. Oh Lex,” she called from the video. After six years of amazing sex, she knew that he would be lost in a post-cum fog for a few moments. He turned his head and looked at the video. “We’re not done yet,” she purred, “round two coming up.”

She dropped the dildo and retrieved Pinky, her trusted vibrator. “Let’s have a race, Lex, “ she teased, “who can cum the fastest.”

“Not fair, Bliss,” he whined to himself as he watched her turn on the toy and play with her nipples. The teasing had its desired effect and his hand went back to his cock. He watched as she rubbed her clit in coy motions. When she slipped it inside of her and groaned loudly, the race began.

Lex’s hotel room became filled with the sounds of her pleasure combined with his. Anyone listening outside the room would be convinced that there were two people in the room actually having sex instead of a session of mutual masterbation. The intensity of the vibrations gave the advantage to Teddy and her orgasm was loud and enthusiastic. When he came down from his second climax, she waited on the video.

“Love, was it good? Was it what you wanted?” she questioned. “I love you, Lex. Get some sleep and I will talk to you in the morning,” she smiled before the video cut off.

“I love you too, Bliss. I love you so much,” he smiled back before looked down at the mess he had made on his body. “Too bad you aren’t here to clean this up with your tongue,” he joked as he stood up. The warm cum oozed down his abdomen as he walked to the phone. His face was close to the camera when he said, “I want another video back. I want to see you watching my video, just liked I did for yours. No music, no editing- just my sexy wife.” Then he hit the stop button.

After he cleaned up in the bathroom, he put on a pair of boxers, picked up the phone and returned to the bed. He didn’t waste time editing the video like she had. Instead he quickly uploaded it to an encrypted dropbox and wrote a text to Teddy. He put the phone on the charger, got under the covers and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning- Lex and Teddy’s house- Seattle

Teddy woke up with a smile on her face. The girls were sleeping in and she rolled over to look at her phone. She saw the text from Lex and responded.

#journey to the emerald city #jamie oleksiak smut #nhl smut #seattle kraken smut #nhl imagine #nhl fic #jamie oleksiak imagine #seattle kraken imagine #seattle kraken fic #hockey rom #hockey rpf

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hey girl heyyyy 1, 11, 22, 33, 44, 55, 66 (this charming man), 76, 77, 78, 79 for the ask games <3

omg thank you!! you are literally the best 💖💖 1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Usually, my ideas seem to strike whenever I'm preoccupied with something else, so I have no choice but to sit and think about them until I can get to my phone or a computer.

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

I try to write scenes in order (which is why it takes me forever to write a fic) but recently I've been trying to write whatever I'm in the mood for instead of forcing myself to slug through a scene. I feel like it's working a bit better for me in terms of productivity but I kind of miss finishing a scene and know I have a certain amount of scenes left until I'm finished. When I jump around, it's harder for me to visualize how much of the fic is left for me to write.

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Usually during or after. Most of my fic titles come from music that I was listening to while writing said fic. There has been plenty a moment where I'll be listening to my playlist and have a eureka moment where I realize that either the song's title or a lyric from the song would be perfect as the title of my fic.

33. Is there a specific word count that you hold yourself to/enjoy writing the most?

Yes, but I'm trying to wean myself off of it. I dislike when my writing is under 1k. Fortunately, I suffer from can't shut the fuck up disease so I'm usually pretty good about meeting my word count goals.

44. What is your favorite genre to write?

I haven't written much fanfic in the genre, but I absolutely love writing fantasy. Like yes let me create a whole new world, let me believe in things like love and magic and ancient gods.

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Yes. I'm nothing if not repetitive. I've found that I'm fond of color and light symbolism, especially when describing characters. I've also written a handful of soft, tender scenes between Steve and Tony that take place in a kitchen (extremely specific I know). I also feel like a certain neediness permeates my fics. Like every fic I write is just jampacked with longing either on Steve or Tony or both of their parts.

66. What’s a fun fact about [insert fic]?

Every chapter of this charming man has song associated with it. I tried to make them all older songs (aside from Search and Destroy, although that one is a cover of The Stooges song so maybe it does count) to help fit the retro vibe.

76. How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

I have to remind myself that this is literally just for fun and that the stakes are extremely low.

77. Why do you enjoy writing fanfiction?

I love thinking about what ifs. Taking these little guys and putting them in situations that you would never see them get into in canon. Or even taking a situation in canon and wondering what other directions it could have gone in. I've always been a possibility-oriented person and fanfic allows me to ponder to my heart's content.

78. What motivates you during the writing process?

The fact that I'll have a complete story in the end. Something to look at and be proud of, like I did that. I wrote that short story/novella/novel etc.

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

Don't let other people's opinions influence your writing too much. Keeping your audience in mind is all well and good but not when you're sacrificing your creativity and any excitement you have for the fic. You won't please everyone but that's okay.

Thank you again for the questions 💖

Send me fanfic writing asks!

#gabi talks #mutuals #docdracula #long post

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clairethecutepup · 1 year

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When Puppy And Girl Meet Puppy-Girl (Fan/Gift Art)

@technomaru , the rightful owners to the characters seen above: Courage Jr. and Edna.

As for the blue wolf-kid, she's mine: one "Claire Vlcek."

For personal artist's commentary and all, click "keep reading"

CJ: Edna, haven't you learned anything from all the weird and creepy things that happen in the city of Somewhere?! She might turn US into werewolves, too-- and that's if we're LUCKY!

Edna: Wow, I can't believe werewolves are a real thing! I'll admit, they're a lot smaller and less "wolf-y" than in the movies, but they're also so much cuter! Come on, I know someone who'll love to meet you, too!

Claire: (W-What's going on?! H-Hey, put me down!! I'm not a werewolf, I'm a normal wolf-hybrid!! HELP!)

Epilogue:

Later on, Ed would happily greet the small "werewolf" that Edna brought. Next thing Claire knew, her "abduction" took a more pleasant turn with all the cuddling and petting she could enjoy. CJ took the opportunity to jot down how things like ear scratches and head nuzzles are equally effective against "werewolves," like silver and wolfsbane.

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What can I say? Some fan characters grow on me, whether it's learning about them from their creators, or reading tidbits of them and their adventures in their personally written fan fictions. I think you can tell which franchise CJ up there is meant to be part of, especially given the obvious father he's named after; yet it may be a bit trickier with Edna, so I'll point out that SHE is meant to be the "fourth Ed" in Ed Edd n Eddy-- well, assuming it didn't tip you off, when came the mention of showing off her found "werewolf" to Ed and the fact she has an "Ed" based name.

I also never got a specific height for Edna, so I decided on making her the average 12 year-old female's height of 5'. As for CJ, that should be just about the appropriate size to have, in contrast to the other girls. For Claire herself, she's 4' 6", so she'd be roughly around Edna's size, most likely. Speaking of, if you're wondering about other body-size matters, it's not your eyes playing tricks on you: Claire's arms ARE incredibly long-- specifically, around the same length as her legs. So, that's why you see her extensive reach, compared to Edna's more appropriately sized arms.

In CJ's fan fiction series, Edna is actually supposed to be 7 years-old than 12, but Edna IS 12 years old in HER fan fiction series. Since she's supposed to also know the Eds in this picture, I made her the rightful tween age.

Anyway, I hope this piece of fan/gift art is greatly enjoyed!

#gift art #fan art #ed edd n eddy #courage the cowardly dog #fan character #original character #digital art #digital drawing #original art #colored drawing #clip studio art

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I posted 2,372 times in 2022

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I tagged 154 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i love how none of the brothers questioned your sobriety in their version but in this one you got dia and sim asking if you're drunk again

My Top Posts in 2022:

Imagine Felix falling for a bookworm-MC. However, Felix is being all difficult and in denial and stuff.

"I'm NOT in love with MC!!!"

"Me, in love with MC??? HA!"

"You must have hit your head, you are talking nonsense..."

"Hey look- a bird!!!" *disappears*

MC loves books. Felix loans MC as many of his books as they want to read. But it doesn't stop their desire to have books of their own in Astraea. Their room at the Starsworn's castle (anyone wanna help a girl out and remind me of the name of this place?) is practically empty. But MC has no money... so no they have no way to buy any books.

Afew weeks later, MC ends up winning some sort of bet with Sage, and wins some money from him. They beg Felix to take them to the market.

"Please, Felix! This money is burning a hole in my pocket!"

"MC, your pocket is not on fire."

Felix finally agrees and plans a day at the market so MC can get whatever they want. Anisa and Sage decide to tag along, and the group arrives at the market. It's a beautiful day, and they soon come upon several stalls selling books. Felix takes his eyes off of MC for two seconds to admire a beautiful cover at a nearby stall.

MC is now gone.

Way to go, Felix. You took your eyes off of the bookworm.

After (not frantically) searching for MC for what feels like forever, Felix is beginning to get worried. Anisa assures him that everything is okay and the trio continue to search. Felix can't stop worrying, however, he was broken from his thoughts when he smacked right into a moving stack of books.

Wait, what?"

Oh, it's MC... carrying 20 books.

MC is just happy to have found their friends and begins a ramble about all of the book they've found. They haven't stopped talking about their hoard for several minutes and Felix is wondering how they're still carrying that many books and how aren't their arms falling off yet?

But Felix feels something deep inside of him.

He's watching MC closely, taking in every word they say. They've got a huge smile on their face, they are absolutely beaming. Their eyes are practically twinkling. And if the books weren't so heavy, one would imagine that they'd be jumping up and down, excitedly.

Anisa doesn't miss the way Felix staring at MC. However, Sage is the one to snicker and make a teasing comment.

"Felix, I saw a jeweler around the corner there. You gonna go pick out a ring, or what?"

Felix doesn't even respond to Sage's comment (though for a split second he actually considers the ring) and turns his focus back onto MC, who hasn't even stopped to take a breath. They've now placed their stack of books on the ground next to them and proceed to go through each book and talk about the synopsis and plot line and that's when Felix realizes he's in huge trouble.

And also that he's very much in love with MC.

*my very first imagine/headcanon EVER and may just very well be my only.

*written at 2:18am after two panic attacks so forgive how rushed it is, please. And any grammar mistakes.

*heavily inspired by my 5'7 weak, noodle armed self literally carrying a stack of 17 books through the bookstore this weekend because I refused to get a basket. getting a basket means I can carry more books and I was already over budget. yes, my arms still hurt very badly. and yes, it was worth it. 100% believe this kind of behavior would cause Felix to propose to me.

53 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

I'm rewatching Encanto, and my favorite song is Waiting On a Miracle. I'm also playing Twisted Wonderland while watching, and I thought of something...

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MC/Yuu singing this song to themselves (like Mirabel is doing) after a big, magical ceremony. Seeing all of their friends- even Grim -in their ceremonial robes, casting spells and being praised for their unique magic. MC finally has a breaking point, not understanding *why* they were brought to Twisted Wonderland and Night Raven College, why they don't have magic and their struggle with it.

58 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

Okay, I had the DUMBEST dream, but it was also kind of funny. Granted, I don't remember a whole lot of the dream and my dreams get weird, so things may not make sense. I'll try to leave out most of the non-TWST related stuff.

My dream closely followed the plot of the Ghost Bride story, with a few variances such as;

I was in place of the MC (I know because at one point I was referred to as the Ramshackle Prefect and Grim stayed with me). However you could totally read some parts of this and replace "I" with yourself/your OC like a first-person POV if you want to laugh (or cringe)

None of the boys came even close to successfully wooing Eliza... not even MR. FREAKIN' DARCY who appeared to tell Eliza how she bewitched him body and soul 💀

Puffy never showed up and won Eliza's heart (or lack thereof?)

The ceremony had actual guests outside of the ghost court, and a lot of the guests were other students who were there for entertainment

Crowley simply gave up at some point and he and the other faculty members attended the wedding (aka Idia's funeral)

Jamil, Kalim, and Malleus were frozen because they stepped in to try and help- if I recall, they never showed up for Ghost Bride because Jamil couldn't risk Kalim's safety and Malleus couldn't cause a controversy?

I'll begin where the chaos started.

So I (Yuu), Grim, and Ortho were the only ones who hadn't been frozen by Eliza out of the students who were actively trying to help. We were reaching the point of desperation- Grim however made a comment that we reached desperation when we decided to send in ACE. 💀

The three of us were trying to figure out what to do, and Ortho made another threat about simply blowing up the school (damn Ortho, chill) and I said something along the lines of, "calm down kid. I know you're scared to lose your family member but you are being really dramatic right now" And that's when I solved the problem. Like... "kid... family member... THAT'S IT! I know what to do!"

I made Grim and Ortho follow me, and we ran to the Cinema Club's room and got a few things. There was a whole bunch of junk but I remember a ring, a baby blanket and bonnet, and a pillow. I changed out of my uniform into casual clothes and shoved the pillow in my shirt to resemble a pregnant lady... Ortho put on some childish clothes- think propeller hat and a dinosaur shirt. I put on the ring, shoved Grim into the bonnet and swaddled him, and we then rushed back to the "wedding".

We ran right past the ghost guards and anytime they tried to stop us I just yelled "UNLESS YOU WANT TO PAY IDIA'S CHILD SUPPORT I SUGGEST YOU GET OUT OF MY WAY" and the ghosts just faded away each time, saying "I'm so sorry ma'am". 💀

We burst through the doors and before anyone had a chance to react I yelled "IDIA HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!"

I was sobbing and had mascara running down my cheeks, so at some point I must've applied a ton of it...

Eliza was not amused... she was very irritated and asked "who are you?!" and yelled that I was interrupting her wedding. I replied "I'm not here for you! I'll deal with you in a moment you homewrecker" and marched closer to Idia with Ortho holding my hand and Grim being cradled in my other arm. I yelled at Idia through my (fake) sobs, "WE HAVE TWO BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN A BLESSING ON THE WAY AND A LIFE TOGETHER HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!"

I distinctly remember Ruggie being the one to yell "WHAT THE F***?" at my proclamation

Idia was so freakin' stunned he couldn't form coherent sentences. And when Ortho looked at Eliza and said "why are you taking my daddy away from us" Idia just started bawling.

Eliza gasped and looked between Idia and the three of us, and she said "you have kids?!"

I held up my hand with the ring and said "AND A WIFE."

"B-but he isn't wearing a wedding band!"

"That's because he never wears it! He's ashamed of us."

I don't remember all of the dialog around this part, but I said something about Idia trying to claim that the kids weren't his, before pointing at Ortho and going "YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT THIS CHILD DOESN'T LOOK LIKE HIM. "

Cue Idia mumbling "well *that* thing definitely isn't mine" in reference to Grim, who chose that moment to start WAILING. I gelled back something along the lines of "Deuce and I only had an emotional affair"

To which Deuce choked upon hearing.

Eliza started crying and apologizing to me, stating that she couldn't possibly take love away from someone else. If anyone has ever seen The Corspe Bride, it was very reminiscent of Emily's ending lines.

I replied back with "it isn't your fault... he goes after anything that's willing to give him the time of day. I'd let you have him if he didn't owe me money for the kids, but you don't want to end up with a cheater like I did."

Cater shouted "YOU DESERVE BETTER GIRL!"

I somehow convinced Eliza to leave Night Raven College and she unfroze everyone before doing so. After she and her court left, the room stayed silent for a few minutes because everyone was busy trying to process what the hell just happened. Floyd was the first to break the silence, absolutely dying laughing and trying to congratulate Idia on his marriage and children. Some of the other students were snickering too. Some were just plain in shock.

Idia just kind of crumpled to the floor. I took the pillow out from underneath my shirt and threw it at him, laughing and stating "I'm never doing that ever again, so you need to be careful not to attract anymore ghosts, okay?"

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This is only my second attempt at writing an imagine/headcanons.

Also, I can concur with what I see a lot of people complaining about: writing on mobile, sucks.

***Spoilers mainly for Felix's route, just for Rime's part of the post. Small spoilers though, nothing crazy.

Life is great. The LoS has been defeated and Astraea is safe. MC has decided to stay in Astraea to be with their LI of choice and not return to earth. They've officially been in Astraea for over a year. Life is good.

Until MC gets amnesia. Either from an accidental spell or a blow to the head. They've lost all of their memories of Astraea, their adventures, and their loved ones. The last thing they remember is the convention before they were ripped from away from earth, and even then the details are foggy.

Felix is a total wreck. He and MC were practically inseparable. If you saw Felix somewhere, MC was probably just a few feet away, and vice versa. They were never apart, and they liked it that way. So for Felix, to go from always having MC at his side to them being strangers... it was very hard for him.

It was almost like the whole Rime situation again, just in a different manner. It takes a toll on his mental health.

Felix works nonstop, searching for a spell to recover MC's memories, and even begs his father for help. But to no avail, MC's memories are gone. They don't even remember their first time meeting Felix.

Felix soon accepts that his only option is to take care of MC and let their relationship come again naturally. They were rather close, after all. It will happen... it has to.

But Felix cannot silence the nagging thought in the back of his head, his insecurities telling him "it was a miracle that they fell for you the first time..."

Felix doesn't try to force the memories, nor does he let them affect the current dynamic between him and MC. But one day they were in the study, reading together on the couch, and MC drifted off to sleep on Felix's shoulder. It took everything in him not cry, because they used to do that all the time. The faint familiarity of it hurt Felix, because it only reminded him of the memories lost.

Despite the trauma and turmoil Felix had to face regarding MC's amnesiac state, he never gave up on them. Not once. And every tear, every sleepless night, every struggle was worth it when MC shyly took hold of Felix's hand during a walk. In that moment, he knew everything was going to be okay.

Anisa tries to put on a brave face. Of course on the inside she feels like her heart has been torn out. She and MC were about as a close as two people can get, they were friends, and then partners. Now they're strangers- at least, they are to MC.

After being advised to not try and force memories back, Anisa does her best to keep things as casual as possible. But it's so hard for her to not take MC's hand when they're walking through the town. And she catches herself staring off at MC with a lovesick expression more often than she'd care to admit.

Despite the internal struggles, Anisa is probably the one who would handle the situation the best. Don't get me wrong, she struggles immensely, and there are definitely tears. But she keeps a positive attitude, knowing that MC is still the same person that fell in love with her, and she still loves them immensely.

Her mother does her best to help. And by that, I mean she subtly tries to play matchmaker in an attempt to set MC and Anisa up (again). It's quite comedic, MC walking into a definitely not romantic dinner with candles and a violinist and flowers and Anisa standing there like "I didn't do this I swear."

It was hard for Anisa to open up to MC the first time, she's got demons she feels like she needs to hide. But she feels relief when she remembers that MC never judged her before, so they wouldn't judge her now.

It takes time, but they grow to be quite close again. Anisa's patience pays off the day MC turns to her and says, "I think I'm in love with you."

Sage takes it the the worst, no doubt there. He stayed closed off for years, fighting to keep every little skeleton in his closet hidden. Never opening up, never revealing his secrets or speaking of his past. MC fought so hard to gain Sage's trust, to get him to let them in. And all for nothing... they're gone now.

Sage is fully aware it's still the MC he fell for. It's them... but it's also not.

He will never forget the pain he felt when he went to embrace MC that horrid day and they looked at him with a confused expression before asking who he was.

He spent the next few days under the impression this was just a cruel, cruel joke being played on him. After he realized it wasn't a joke, he convinced himself it was a nightmare. A horrible nightmare.

He avoids MC. It hurts far too much. Sage makes an excuse to leave the room every time they come in, and he stays out on missions for longer periods of time.

Tulsa, Anisa, Felix, even Rime all have to keep Sage from drinking himself to death.

Sage comes to his senses one day when MC grabs his wrist to stop him from leaving the room, asking "why do you hate me so much?"

After that, Sage sticks around and basically becomes MC's bodyguard. He doesn't leave their side and becomes very protective over them. He doesn't try and force memories back, but unlike Anisa and Felix he does spend a lot of time telling MC about the time they spent together with him- just leaving out any romantic aspects (and also overhyping himself in the stories).

He finally works up the courage to ask MC out one night. "Like on an actual date?... you, Sage, wanna go out with me???"

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My #1 post of 2022

Professor Laveton is basically Akari and Rei's dad. Sorry, I don't make the rules. imagine him being like, "hmm... I wonder where the kids are."

Cue Akari dropping 100ft after diving out of Braviary's basket thing. Cue the Professor screaming. Akari calls Braviary again once she's a few feet away from the ground. Just barely saving herself from, you know, dying. Professor Laventon is white as a ghost and on the verge of a heart attack. He glances over to Akari's Typhlosion, who is standing next to him, and it looks incredibly proud of it's human.

Not giving poor Laventon any time to recover, Rei runs past the camp, and he's getting chased by an Alpha Parasect and a bunch of Paras. His starter pokemon is nowhere to be found, having fled, leaving it's trainer to his fate. Because Parasect and Paras are scary.

Imagine Professor Laventon's horror. Imagine Professor Laventon's face as he cries out "MY BABIES! THEY'RE GONNA DIE!" before passing out.

He has to be carried back to Jubilife City. Cyllene doesn't speak to him for a week. But she does however, ground Rei and Akari for two weeks.

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here’s my @kagepro-secret-santa gift for @sablyte !!! i’m so sorry for the lateness on this one, but I really do hope that you enjoy reading it half as much as I enjoyed writing it. they asked for a bit of winter-themed ayataka fluff, so I gave them a winter carnival date!!

Takane shifted restlessly from her position on the park bench. She had her headphones up, heavily covering her ears, and an upbeat tune blasted from it, thoroughly tuning her out from the rest of the world. The music was far less angry than she usually listened to, some near-pop tune about a first kiss. This was because Takane wasn’t in nearly as bad a mood as her retreated posture would imply. In fact, she felt downright peachy.

Today, she and Ayano were going on a date.

She’d shown a little trepidation back when Ayano had suggested the idea of going to a winter festival, seeing as huge crowds and loud noises weren’t exactly her thing, but… Ayano had convinced her without even trying, showing just a hint of disappointment at Takane’s hesitation. She could suck it up for her, she determined. Her desire to have fun with her girlfriend overrode her desire to stay holed up inside.

Besides, there were apparently shooting games involved.

She quickly straightened her posture as she saw a familiar shock of red in the passerby. Ayano’s face emerged a few moments later as she waved furiously at the seated girl. “Hello! Sorry you had to wait for me, I just got off the train.” “It’s alright.” Takane smiled, pulling her head just a little bit out of where she’d retreated into her coat’s oversized collar and hood. She tugged her headphones down a moment later, having already paused the music the moment she saw Ayano approach. “You ready to go?” “Yep!” They were already almost at the entrance, the festival rising before them like an enormous, colorful, lights-decorated village. To Takane, it might as well have been a death sentence.

Seeing her blanch at the crowds, Ayano turned towards Takane, suddenly concerned. “You okay?” she asked, gently squeezing her girlfriend’s hand. “If the people are too much, we can go somewhere else.”

Takane shook her head. “It’s fine,” she reassured, but Ayano still looked worried. “It’s way better when I’m with you.”

Ayano grinned, a blush spreading across both her already rosy cheeks. “You’re so sweet,” she giggled. She squeezed her hand again, entwining both their glove-clad fingers. “Let’s go, then! I saw some shops over there that I wanted to take a look at!”

Takane nodded, letting herself get pulled along by the more excited young woman. She was grateful to just give in to Ayano’s enthusiasm, letting it drive them both. She was, clearly, more than happy to provide enough cheerfulness for both of them.

The two of them rushed to the colorfully-tented stalls showcasing a variety of goods. The first one they passed was a food stall, and the sugary scent of funnel cake and powdered sugar hit their noses first. Takane wrinkled her nose at the overly sweet sensation, but Ayano beamed. “Doesn’t it smell amazing?”

“That’s one word for it,” Takane muttered. Ayano, catching her displeasure, moved on without buying anything. There were a few more food stands around, including ones cotton candy and giant, comically large lollipops filled with rainbow spirals. To Takane’s relief, however, the food and candy quickly fell away to reveal tangible goods and souvenirs.

“Look!” Ayano said suddenly, plucking a tiny object off the next table and waving it in front of her girlfriend’s face. “It’s a little panda bear!”

The bear was tiny, fitting easily in the palm of her hand. It was made of crochet, with two little black beads for eyes and a shiny sewn-in nose. Takane tilted her head, expression blank. “Looks scary.” “Does not!” “Like it’d eat you or something.” “It wouldn’t!” Ayano protested. She spoke in a falsetto, waving the little bear back and forth with every word. “Hi, Takane! I’m a cute little bear who just wants to be your friend!”

Takane had to suppress a smile at that. She searched the myriad of animals laid out on the crochet table, picking up a tiger between her two fingers. She suddenly whirled around, launching it towards Ayano’s bear. “Well, I’m a big tiger, and I’m going to eat your bear!”

“Eek!” Ayano giggled, hiding the bear reflexively behind her. “Be nice!”

Takane pushed back an even stronger smile, forcing a scowl on her face as she readied the tiger for its next attack - but she was interrupted by the merchant at the stall clearing her throat. “Sorry to interrupt, girls, but these aren’t meant to be toys.” Ayano flushed. “Sorry,” she said meekly, replacing the panda to its proper place. Takane followed suit, though she glared in the general direction of the stall owner. The two examined the remaining animals in a more subdued manner, hardly touching them.

“This one’s cute,” Ayano said, brushing her fingers gingerly across a white rabbit. It was small, rounder than actual hares, and attached to a golden chain. It was a backpack charm, Takane noticed belatedly. Ayano always loved those. Takane watched her fingers hover over the rabbit for a few more seconds, then she dropped her gaze and moved her hand away. “Sort of silly to have one in high school though, I’d bet.” Takane couldn’t bear even the hint of a crestfallen expression on her face. Plucking the rabbit up with an earnest finality, she shoved it in the general direction of the merchant - who could only smile, bemused. “I want this one.” Almost immediately after the transaction was completed, Takane felt her left side crushed in a hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Ayano gushed, scarf tickling against Takane’s neck. Takane huffed, retreating further inside the tall collar of her coat.

“Okay, I get it!” she huffed, cheeks heating up with a rapid blush. “You like the gift.” “I love it,” Ayano corrected, already undoing the clasp to attach the rabbit to her purse. “Thank you.” Takane, face still hot, waved her gratitude away with one hand. “Let’s just move on.” As they struck out from the shopping area into the more crowded middle lane, Takane felt her patience waning. Ayano kept looking back at her worriedly, asking her repeatedly if she was alright, and Takane always answered in the affirmative - but it was hard for her to fully enjoy herself.

Hard, at least until she saw a familiar shape rising up ahead of them.

“Is that-!” she perked up with genuine enthusiasm, almost pulling ahead of Ayano in her attempt to catch a glimpse.

Ayano chuckled. “It is.” In front of them, tall and utterly imposing, lay the alley of carnival games - with a shooting game directly in the center.

Takane actually whooped, competitive nature overriding her social anxiety, and dragged her girlfriend forward towards it. The merchant looked at the two with an almost condescending smile, ready to give his general spiel about how to win, but Takane cut him off with a wad of bills shoved underneath his nose.

“Get ready to lose, old man,” she snapped with utter confidence. Ayano merely giggled behind a gloved hand, staring at the giant stuffed animals hanging above them.

Takane’s boasting did not go unfulfilled. She hit all five targets for six games in a row, only stopping because the merchant was practically begging for her to move on. She’d already won the main prize - three times over. It was with an immensely self-satisfied grin that Takane accepted the three enormous plush animals: one bear, one dog, and one weirdly-shaped animal of indiscernible species that Takane figured was the mascot of the carnival brand. It was somewhere between an elephant and a monkey, it was mottled blue and pink, and it was ugly as anything she’d ever seen.

“Why’d you pick that last one?” Ayano questioned, other two prizes tucked neatly under her arm. She’d asked for the bear, since she thought her younger siblings would like it, and she figured the dog was for Haruka. “It’s so awful, isn’t it?” Takane asked, inspecting the animal with barely hidden glee. Ayano nodded, confused, and her classmate continued, “I’m going to give it to Shintaro.” There was a beat of silence, then Ayano broke out in a frown. “That’s so mean,” she chided, drowned out by Takane’s cackling laughter. After a beat, she joined in, giggling neatly behind a hand. She was more amused by Takane’s outrageous, movie-villain laughter than she was by the action itself - though the idea of Shintaro’s face upon being faced with this monstrosity was pretty funny.

“You know,” Ayano mused quietly. “I should be the one to give it to him. He likes me a lot more than he likes you, and if I pretended like it was a real gift…” She trailed off, leaving her intentions clear with a mischievous grin.

Takane balked at her. “And you called me mean.” The two laughed all the way down the main street, dragging their prizes in their wake.

The two passed by several other carnival games as they went, but aside from Ayano giving the milk jug toss a try (she failed, miserably, and the two decided to cut their losses before they even began), they were satisfied in the victories they’d already attained.

It was a pleasant walk through the rest of the carnival, with the two headed towards their unspoken destination: the ferris wheel. The largest attraction of the place, and the one Ayano was, by her increased pace, the most excited to experience.

Takane couldn’t blame her. She was a bit of a hopeless romantic, Ayano, always striving for that movie-magic moment of true love. Hopefully, she was able to provide it.

The two waited in line for what seemed like hours, Ayano bouncing on her heels and people watching while Takane slid her headphones over her ears. It wasn’t a rude gesture at all, and Ayano knew it - it was just how she passed the time. Ayano didn’t bother trying to talk to the girl while she had her music playing, but she’d occasionally tap her shoulder to point out a particularly interesting balloon animal, or a costumed performer. Takane, for her part, didn’t let her attention stray too far from her date.

Finally, they were at the front of the line - and the attendant gave them a once-over, eyeing their enormous stuffed animals with something close to exhaustion. “You getting on together?” “Yep!” Ayano tucked the dog further under her arm to grab Takane’s hand, and the two pulled themselves (and their plush companions) into the rather small compartment. The door shut behind them, and Ayano scooted herself closer to Takane on the bench - then they were off.

At first, neither of them were inclined to speak. The view was utterly gorgeous, and they watched the carnival they’d just spent a few hours wandering through turn to figurine size beneath them. Ayano then leaned back, focusing her gaze upwards at the stars. “Isn’t it beautiful,” she breathed, air coming out in a visible puff. The car was closed, but still cold; the observing glass wasn’t much insulated from the outside.

Takane watched her fondly, scooting over a bit to lay her hand over Ayano’s. She had to move the teddy bear to do so, and it flopped disgracefully down on its belly. “The stars aren’t the only beautiful thing around,” she murmured, already feeling a wave of embarrassment from using the line.

Ayano suddenly flushed a crimson that rivaled her scarf, turning her attention back to Takane with a snap. “Enomoto!” she snapped, using her last name as if she was chiding her - but her expression showed anything but. She was pleased, more so than Takane expected.

She’d have to keep it a secret that she stole the line from one of her favorite visual novels.

Takane cocked her head, giving Ayano a nearly teasing smile, and the girl relented, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You are too much,” Ayano said warmly. Takane’s smile only grew, confidence slowly taking the place of embarrassment. She knew what those characters had done next, after all.

With familiar slowness, the two grew close, lips meeting just as the ferris wheel reached its highest point. The car sat there a while, and the two separated; flushed, Takane dipped her head to hide her grin. “Thanks for convincing me to come out here, Ayano.” “Anytime.” Her eyes shone with pure, unbridled joy; Takane knew without her saying anything that she’d given her just the fairytale moment of romance she’d wanted.

Cheeks still tinted with pink, Takane settled back in her seat, entwining her chilled fingers with Ayano’s covered ones. The two settled against each other on the bench, watching the city lights grow from specks as they slowly descended back towards the ground.

Takane wasn’t one for sappy stuff (trashy visual novels excluded), but she was starting to see why Ayano was so into all that.

Sitting there, with Ayano at her side, she was so utterly, wholly sure that she was in love. And the feeling was incredible.

#my work #ayataka #kagepro #hey! I love these girls so much and I can't believe I haven't written for them before!!!!!!#kagepro secret santa #I hope you enjoy!!! :3

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new girl | chapter one

-> genre: roommates!au, roommates to lovers, romantic comedy

-> summary: after finding out your boyfriend of 6 years cheated on you, you find yourself moving in with three guys in a loft. what could possibly go wrong?

-> word count: 3.7k

-> warnings: swearing, nudity, cheating, mentions of sex, a lot of sobbing, intake of alcohol and slight smut.

index | next chap.

You were currently sitting in the back of a cab on your way to Ji-hoon, your boyfriend of 6 years. You had been visiting your mom, deciding to surprise your boyfriend, by coming home a day earlier than planned.

*incoming call from Mi Sun*

''I can't believe you're doing this! This is nothing like you Y/N!'', your childhood best friend Mi Sun, exclaimed as you had told her about your idea.

''Don't you think it's too much?'' You asked out of curiosity. Yes you and Ji-hoon had been together for 6 years but neither of you had done such a thing to one another. It was not really your thing to say the least.

''What? You sitting in the back of a cab totally naked under a trench coat? Or surprising him?'' Mi Sun asked, you knew she was teasing you about your crazy, not-so-like-you plan to seduce him as soon as you enter you guys' apartment.

''Shut up. The surprising part.'' You heard her still chuckling from her previous statement towards you.

She was right though. This was nothing like you. But hey, you just wanted to spice things up as you guys haven't been getting it down for a few weeks, which was nothing like the both of you. No, no you were indeed a very active couple.

So, that's why you came up with this idea, well it was actually one of your boyfriend's many fantasies, and here you were, giving him exactly that. What can you say? You're so in love.

''Girl, it's not too much. But honestly I can say I am very proud of you, knowing you're sitting in the back of a cab, with nothing but a trench coat on.'' Mi Sun praised you for your great effort in your relationship.

You thanked her for her reassuring you that this plan was killer.

You wanted this to be the ultimate surprise, so you didn't bother knocking on the door. Instead you silently opened the door with the spare key you had. He had asked you to move in with him on your 2 year anniversary. It had been the biggest step in your relationship but it felt right.

It was quiet inside of the apartment, you doubted Ji-hoon was out. It was a Sunday afternoon and knowing him, he would be at home at this hour.

You walked around the apartment trying to find him but he was nowhere to be seen. Weird.

''Ji-hoon?'' you called out. Yes okay maybe you shouldn't have done that, knowing this is not how surprises work.

Ji-hoon walked out of the bedroom, being faced with you from the living room. ''Y/N!?'' Ji-hoon exclaimed clearly surprised by your sudden presence.

You turned around, being met with Ji-hoon, him only being in his boxers. Perfect.

You smirked, slowly pulling the belt off your jacket.''I came home early.'' You started, slowly pulling the jacket off the shoulders, showing him a bit of your breasts.

Ji-hoon stayed quiet, which tempted you to continue.

''My body was starting to miss you.'' You added, now taking your trench coat off, letting it fall to the floor.

''Oh-'' Ji-hoon said with guilt written all over his face. You were confused by his sudden reaction, but decided to let it slide not wanting to get into that now.

You walked towards him, in your best way to act seductive. It was hard doing that in heels, making you bump into the green plant next to the sofa. It making a mess everywhere.

''Fuck- sorry!'' You exclaimed squatting down to pick up the plant before more dirt started collecting onto the floor and mostly on the light green carpet.

While you had been too focused on picking up the plant, you hadn't realized the young blonde, standing next to Ji-hoon in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of underwear.

After getting up, your eyes had set on the blonde.

''What the actual fuck!'' You screamed, running back to your trench coat, covering your body as quick as possible.

And now you were here, two weeks later, sitting in front of three guys telling them the awful story of how you found your boyfriend cheating.

They were all staring at you like you had killed someone. Well, a part of you definitely wanted to rip that blonde girl apart.

''So, that's why I need a new apartment.'' You ended. The guys kept looking at you dumbfounded, as you had said too much or maybe you had just gotten the question wrong.

''Oh- I'm sorry. What was the question again?'' You stared at all of them, waiting for one to take the bait and answer your simple question.

''Do you have any allergies?'' The guy with the dark green t-shirt asked you.

''No.'' You answered simply.

You had found the ad on Craigslist, seeing three people were looking for a roommate. The location was somewhere nice and the loft looked big and spacious from the pictures, which were true. Thankfully.

What seemed too good to be true was that the ad was written by men. You clearly remember the ad being written so well and detailed that women came to your thoughts first, which is why you applied in the first place.

''You know, when I read your ad on Craigslist? I thought you were women.'' You admitted nervously shuffling your hands.

Laughter suddenly erupted in the room, which felt nice for once. The tension had finally eased down a bit, which made you less uncomfortable.

''Why- why would you say that?'' A guy with black hair and a few blond streaks asked. He seemed a bit offended by your comment.

''Jimin wrote the ad.'' The guy in the green t-shirt, pointed out, which made more sense as to why he seemed offended in the first place.

''I'm sorry- it was just something about the words you used. Like beige-y. Took me by surprise to say the least, in a good way.'' You chuckled, to show him that, hey! Not all men are super masculine and it's nice to see some men with a bit of feminine touch to them.

He clearly didn't get the memo, rolling his eyes at your annoying comment.

He leaned back onto the couch, pulling his shirt over his head.

''What the fuck Jimin?'' exclaimed the guy who had asked you the most questions.

''Do these look beige-y to you?'' He asked with a smirk, your eyes went wide at the sudden situation. What the fuck is up with him?

''I'm sorry for his behavior.'' apologized the same guy who had been the only decent one so far.

''All good.'' A small smile appearing on your face, showing him you appreciated his apology towards 'Jimmi' or was it 'Jimin'? You had already forgotten this guys name, off to a great start.

''Hey, hey let's not forget who gave you that six pack.'' The guy in gym attire spoke up. He had caught your attention making him continue his sudden outburst of words. ''Oh right. I'm his personal trainer, this is the house that Hobi built''. He had traced his hand onto Jimmi/Jimin's six pack to prove his point. The guy in the green was not impressed.

''What are you talking about? He's clearly flexing.'' He commented with an amused tone to maybe make you a bit more comfortable.

You snorted, not being able to hold yourself back at this weird and amusing situation. God, maybe living here might not be so bad.

''Shut up Jungkook. This is some LLJ.'' Jimmi/Jimin talked back at Jungkook. So his name was Jungkook.

Wait did this guy just say LLJ? What the hell-

''LLJ? Which is short for what exactly?'' You asked out of curiosity, causing him to look at you before smirking.

''Ladies Love Jimin.'' Did he just make up his own abbreviation? Embarrassing.

You weren't the only one thinking the same thing.

''Gross Jimin. One dollar bill in the jar. Now!'' Hobi spoke earning a deep and annoyed glare from Jimin before he got up. He walked towards the main door, pulling out a one dollar bill, throwing it in a jar with already a few dollar bills stuffed inside. A pink post it note had written the words 'Douchebag Jar' on it.

Jungkook and Hobi kept throwing a few remarks towards Jimin about the LLJ comment, which he probably thought he nailed.

To change the topic of the conversation, you made a few comments about the loft. ''Wow, this loft is absolutely beautiful! There's so much light.'' You suddenly remembered how much Ji-hoon despised light and how he always preferred dimmed light in the apartment at night.

''Ji-hoon despised light.'' You added followed by a gulp, trying your best to hold yourself together as you had just mentioned his name again.

Jungkook shook his head at your comment, clearly not wanting to hear more about your cheating ex-boyfriend. You noticed which made you mutter a small sorry.

''No, no don't be.'' Jimin responded as if he understood you. Wow. You never really took him for the relationship kinda guy, not after him showing you his abs within the first hour of meeting you and making a rather douche-y comment. Which made you laugh, thank god.

''Jungkook would know, kid got dumped.'' He added while pulling his shirt over his head, covering his fitted body, which got a glimpse or two from you when he wasn't looking.

''Pff, dumped.'' He scoffed seeming like he was trying his best to avoid this. ''Yeah, I got dumped.'' adding a sarcastic tone which for some might look ridiculously funny but for some reason you didn't react like that. You knew how heartbreak felt. Hell, you were feeling it right now.

He took a deep sigh, seeming like he remembered the sudden break up that had happened to him. Poor guy.

''Okay fine! She dumped me. But I'm over it.'' He threw his hands around to make some sort of 'statement' that he was truly over it. ''It was fucking six months ago. Stop bringing it up Jimin.'' He scolded a Jimin, who gave him a 'you're lying to yourself you big dumb baby' look.

The room grew quiet, all eyes landing on Jungkook who quickly noticed the sudden glare from all three of you. ''Why is everyone staring at me?'' He shouted, clearly pissed about him being in the main focus.

You felt really bad for Jungkook. A guy who you've known for not even a full day. You didn't want the main focus to continue being on Jungkook which is why you said next, ''I want to live here!''

''Hey I mean, no offense but we barely know you.'' you heard from Jungkook. Fuck. Did you have to make a 'here's what you need to know about me' speech now? Seems like it.

''You're right. So here's the thing. I'm kinda emotional right now after the break up, so I'll probably watch 'Grease' at least eight to nine times... a day.'' You heard a muttered 'oh god' from Jimin but you decided to keep going. ''I'm a kindergarten teacher, which means sometimes when I come home from work, I either smell of vomit or poop and sometimes both.'' A disgusted face grew on Jungkook and Hobi.

''Also, I like to sing to myself, a lot.'' You sang another 'a lot'. Ending your introduction which felt more like a presentation for middle school kids on the first day of school.

''I don't know, you seem like a nice girl but-'' Jungkook started but you decided to cut him off, showing him and the rest of the guys that this was an emergency for you to find a place.

''Listen, I'm so tired of living with my friend. She's a model and her friends are all models, which can be a bit overwhelming in the end.''

Jimin chipped in, ''Uh- when can you move in?'' A smirk plastered onto his face.

Hobi and Jungkook disagreed with Jimin, which made it hard for you to know if this was happening or not.

''I'm sorry about that. I just gotta talk to my homies.'' Jimin added, before dragging Jungkook and Hobi by the arm away from the kitchen and into the bathroom.

You hated yourself for being so nosy, but you had to know sooner or later. If it was a no, you at least needed a plan B.

You had leaned your ear against the bathroom door to hear about the boys conversation.

''I'm gonna say yes!'' You could notice it was Jimin's voice but you weren't exactly sure as the voices weren't being as clear as you had hoped.

''Come on, her friends are models. Fucking models!'' Okay yeah, that was definitely Jimin.

''Absolutely not. I just want to come home after a long day of work, sit on my couch and let my balls out. But if she lives here, that's not possible,'' was said by what you had guessed would be Hobi.

Ew. Do guys really air out their balls after work?

''Mhm, you both make excellent points. But hey, as someone who once lived with a woman. I must say there are some pro's and con's.'' Jungkook expressed. It wasn't hard for you to know that this was Jungkook speaking.

''Pro's, they smell nice. Con's their moods can be a little too much sometimes.''

''Just make a fucking decision Jeon!'' Hobi shouted, clearly not wanting this conversation to take longer than it has too.

''I don't know! Rock, paper scissors?''

Is this really how men decide shit? A children's game? I mean it kinda is smart. You took a mental note to use that tactic in the near future.

''Yes! She's in.'' Sounded like Jimin had won that one. Making you exited that you were moving in! Thank god.

''YAY I'M IN!'' you had shouted out of excitement, forgetting all about you standing in front of the bathroom door.

Jimin opened the door, seeing an excited you jumping in the air.

''You are not gonna regret this.'' You pointed out.

Not even two days later after moving in with the guys you had sat yourself in front of the TV and started crying, sobbing loudly to be exact.

'Grease' was displayed onto the screen, Sandy and Danny singing and dancing to 'You're the one that I want'. Flashbacks crashing onto your brain on how you and Ji-hoon always played this number while you were at karaoke together. You knew this was the healthiest way for you to get over him. Which was watching this on repeat until you don't cry anymore. Which could take weeks, who knows?

Jungkook, Jimin and Hobi were standing by the hallway, peeking at your loudly sobbing which had been going on for the whole day.

''Did you really find the need to let her log in on our Netflix Jimin?'' Jungkook whisper yelled, not wanting to interrupt your crying session.

Jimin shrugged like it wasn't a big deal that you had been crying for almost two days straight. Jungkook rolled his eyes at Jimin's behavior. A part of him knew that yes, you needed to let out every tear to stop yourself from crying just by the thought of that person. But something in him didn't like seeing you in this state. Every once in a while throughout the night, while you still were in your own little heartbreak bubble, Jungkook would bring you water and tea, hoping this would help you.

You had noticed the gesture and felt extremely grateful, that these guys have such a big hearts, Jungkook especially. Which surprised you. Jungkook did seem like someone who could be in a relationship, but him being someone who makes sweet gestures was hard to believe.

It had now been a week, a week of complete torture for the guys as you hadn't moved at all from the couch.

Jimin and Hoseok had been out for a run, wanting to be nowhere near you as you needed time to process the whole breakup and hopefully be over it when the time comes.

Jungkook was standing in the kitchen, keeping an eye on you once in a while but he had officially lost it. It had driven him crazy to see you all cramped on a couch, eyes fixated onto the TV. From the whole week of you watching 'Grease' the guys had gone to bed with the whole soundtrack playing in their head, which drove them insane.

''Yo!'' Jimin shouted as he ran into the kitchen with Hoseok behind him.

''Don't 'yo' me! It has been a week of this madness Jimin.'' Jungkook expressed as he had pointed towards you hitting your pillow. You were imagining it being Ji-hoon and expressing the love/hate at the same time.

''I'm going crazy Jimin. I can't take this anymore.'' Jungkook continued, meanwhile Jimin and Hoseok had peaked at your behaviour, seeing that, yes you are in desperate need of help. You can't possibly continue crying. You need to get out of here. Start afresh.

''Fine. I'll fix this.'' Jimin gave out. Jungkook was right, he was the one who got them into this mess, so he was going to be the one to fix it.

''Hey you...'' Jimin started out, turning off the TV, gaining your attention.

''You look great!'' You rolled your eyes at the comment, knowing you look like absolute shit, mascara under your puffy eyes and greasy hair in a messy bun.

''What do you want Jimin?'' You asked, knowing he did not come to chat but to ask you for a favor.

''Well, what do you say you go out with us tonight? You know, find yourself a rebound?''

''A rebound? I- I don't know if I'm ready Jimin.''

''You're totally ready! Be ready in 10.''

You nodded your head, not wanting this conversation to continue any further.

You had put on a baby blue tight dress and some makeup. Finishing up with some mascara you heard Jimin shouting at you to hurry up.

''I'm almost done!'' You shouted back. You don't want to mess your makeup up just because Jimin and the others are worried about being late.

Jungkook owned a bar longer down from the street of your apartment. 'Ego' was the name of the bar.

You had all sat at the bar countertop, while Jungkook was making drinks for all of you.

The bar was nicely crowded. You scanned the room trying to find a hot dude that screams 'I'm good in bed'. You were caught off when Jungkook had placed you a Gin Hass in front of you.

''Look at us losers. We both got dumped.'' You joked to lighten the mood as you felt like you and Jungkook might have more in common than you think.

He shook his head at your comment, ''Y/N. It happened six months ago. I'm okay.'' He reassured.

''If you don't mind me asking, why did she dump you?'' You asked gently, just being curious about Jungkook.

''No idea. Left right after she said it.''

''Haven't you wondered? Like what did I do for her to dump me just like that?'' He raised his eyebrows, seeming a bit taken back by your sudden questions, which yes made sense.

''I- it doesn't matter now. She's in the past.'' He shrugged, showing you that this definitely wasn't the conversation he wanted to have with you.

''Do you know what happens to people who never know the reason they got dumped?'' You asked him, not giving up in this conversation.

''No please. Enlighten me.'' His hands now placed onto the countertop to hold on for support, showing you his full attention.

''They get old, angry, sad and completely depressed, because they've decided to live their life filled with regret.'' You answer truthfully hoping you could help Jungkook with his 'sort of heartbreak'.

''Wow. Or maybe I could be just like you Y/N. Sitting in front of the same movie crying for a whole week and acting like it never happened. Or maybe even sing when I feel sad.'' He told you sternly with an amused tone behind it. You didn't expect him to take your words seriously but you hoped it would bring some sense into him... somehow.

''You know what? That is exactly what you should do!'' You exclaimed throwing your hands in the air, adding on to the stupid remark he started in the first place. When in reality you just wanted to help him.

''Hey I'm Park Si-hoon.'' You heard from beside you being met with a handsome stranger, not noticing Jungkook staring him down with a frown on his face.

You had talked with Park Si-hoon for about 30 minutes. He was definitely your kinda guy. Obviously for a rebound.

''What do you say we go back to my place?'' You asked seductively, wanting him to take a hint.

He checked you out once again before nodding his head. You guys had now walked out of the bar leaving Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook.

You prayed that they would stay for another hour, just so they don't hear your cheeks clapping.

Jungkook had just come home from work when the first thing he saw was Hoseok and Jimin's ears glued to your door.

''What the fuck are you doing?'' He yelled. The guys immediately shushed him because he was interrupting something very important.

''You're ruining the spicy ASMR!'' Jimin whisper yelled, Hoseok nodded, agreeing with Jimin. They both had crazy smiles plastered onto their faces.

Jungkook approached them and leaned his ear against your door.

''Fuck!'' you moaned from all the pleasure Park Si-hoon was giving you while pounding you hard from behind.

As soon as Jungkook heard you moan. His cheeks turned red. He didn't want to hear this.

''Guys- I'm gonna head to bed. I'm tired from the shift.'' He whispered, not wanting to ruin your rebound experience.

Jimin and Hoseok exchanged weird looks at Jungkook's sudden behavior. Jungkook would normally laugh at such a situation like they did. But this time it wasn't the case.

''Okay, goodnight.'' Hoseok answered, Jungkook disappearing from their sight.

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when you become untouchable {Vigilante | Adrian Chase} // three

three. humble my bones with a cardiac

Summary: So you're asked to play doctor without any experience, but does it matter when you can simply know without the years of stress and study? What really worries you is the fact that you're about to know far too much about Peacemaker, and then immediately forget everything that you would have learned. It's an overwhelming situation for you, and people don't tend to react well to someone intimately knowing every detail of their lives, even when you promise to forget it.

Need to Know: She/Her pronouns. villain!meta-human!reader. self depricating reader. chaos. implied dehumanisation. canon typical violence. possible smut in later chapter i haven't decided. slowish burn.

Warnings: one isolated light-hearted mention of suicide, this chapter is more crass and implicitly sexual, some implied internalised homophobia, light medical descriptions (anaesthetic being administered, stitching up wounds, non-graphic) canon-typical violent/murder talk about the reader

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A/N: okay friends now we're getting into more of the meat of it here. this chapter has everything; hypercompetent reader, tired economos, Harcourt (beloved), knowing Peacemaker's entire existence because you held hands and immediately forgetting, Disney sexual awakening and the hot lion from Lion King 2, fucking and fighting discussions,,, let's GO! Very written on my phone and posted at 2am, but hey, I still wanna know what you think.

Taglist: @16boyfriends-and-me @a-girl-who-loves-disney @amysuemc @generalfoolish @idkanymoreaboutlife @home-of-disaster @2guysonascooter @demure-doll @grippleback-galaxy @demeterl @specificpuppy @gay-cold-brew @siberianallen @evvilspawn @simping-4-jason-todd @hazzarights

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Murn's always given you these weird, wary looks for as long as you've known him. Yeah, everyone kind of looks at you like that when they find out what you can do, and its not like this ragtag group of vague Government rogues were the touchy-feely types, but it seemed like instead of staring into space, when Murn was idle he was watching you. He didn't even try and hide it now. It would be fine if you were actually doing something, but right now you're half falling asleep waiting for Harcourt and Adebayo to bring back Peacemaker and some much needed context.

"Are you telepathic?" You yawned, trying and failing to find a more comfortable seat in your desk chair. There's nothing much on your desk; you don't have many worldly possessions that you think would be appropriate. There's only a stack of textbooks on a variety of topics, which you're doing a very good job of looking anywhere but.

When you speak, breaking the silence, Economos looks up from his computer, first to you, then to Murn watching you like he's studying you. Murn let's the spill from one moment to the next, arms crossed carefully over his chest.

"The parameters of your powers are undefined," he says finally, words chosen with obvious care, like everything he said, "and while I am glad to have you on the team, your attitude is concerning; you're an unknown quantity, and I believe we have enough of those to deal with."

"Oh," as the realisation hits you, you can't help but grin from ear to ear, sitting a little straighter, "you think I'm a liability!" You lean forward in your seat, clutching at the table before you with glee, "you've heard all the stories, haven't you Murn? It's why you even let me on the team in the first place, isn't it? But now you've met me -!" It had been a long time since you'd met someone who knew you by reputation alone, you'd missed how good it felt to crush their expectations between your fingers, "- and you're thinking Oh God, I've made a terrible mistake, what if all the stories are wrong?! Or worse!" You gasp a dramatic breath for effect; there's mirth and delight dancing in your eyes. Economos looks deeply uncomfortable, "what if they're right?!"

Murn blinks slowly. His lack of answer is deafening.

Economos looks between the two of you, head turning back and forth like he's watching a very slow game of tennis. In this moment that stretches out, your challenging gaze not breaking from Murn's, Economos finally sighs and looks back at his computer.

"Don't do that," he says finally, and your good mood breaks, "either of you."

"What?" And you find your head tipping with confused intrigue; he flicks a glance at you out of the corner of his eye.

"You," he says very pointedly, "get all creepily excited like that," he mutters, before adding, mostly under his breath, though still audible in the quiet room, "Harcourt needs to walk you more. "

"Hey!" Despite your protest, you knew the puppy-joke was to be expected, especially from Economos or Harcourt herself.

"And Mister Murn, stop feeding The Chaser's ego."

"Excuse me?" Murn's tone was hard-edged, while you stuck out your tongue at Economos, which they both ignored.

"She gets off on being underestimated," Economos said flatly, continuing despite your attempted rejection of the allegation, "so I'll just tell you what Harcourt told me when I first ran comms for them; every single impressive story about them is true, sure," he rolled his eyes, and you sink back into your chair with a pout, "but to make room for all those kickass skill and knowledge that she gets whenever she picks something up, her head's gotta be empty in the interim."

It's an unfortunately apt way to sum up an outsider's perspective of you, and all you can being yourself to do is quietly sulk as you wait, until you doze off. At least Murn is satisfied with the explanation enough to stop watching you at every minute.

Only when there's shouting do you finally wake, bleary-eyed and barely aware, you're pretty sure Economos wants to know about Murn's bathroom habits. What?! Economos is never allowed to judge what you get excited about ever again, you decide.

This thought is interrupted, however, as Adebayo crashes through the front door practically oozing with adrenaline, recounting her night at a mile a minute as Harcourt and a wincing Peacemaker follow shortly behind her.

"Y/N, look alive, its showtime," Harcourt tells you sharply, and you groaned loudly.

"He looks fine, he'll be fine-" your half-hearted protest is ignored as Harcourt advises Peacemaker to show you wherever he's hurt. Peacemaker looks at you and your grimace with a flat kind of shock.

"Why?"

"Because the best doctor we have is Y/N holding that medical textbook," Harcourt is moving around the space, trying to find the first aid kit, "Y/N," she orders, "textbook."

"You're a doctor?" Peacemaker frowns at you with confusion, but is at least obligingly pulling off his shirt; already you can see some uncomfortably deep wounds on his torso, "that... actually that makes sense," he muses, and you pull off your gloves with a show of exasperation.

"I'm definitely not a doctor, why would that make sense?"

"You know too much," Peacemaker muses; his tone is surprisingly light given how he's struggling to pull off his brightly coloured shirt, "isn't that what you do?" And when he finally gets his shirt off, he huffs a bright sigh of relief, grinning despite being absolutely littered with wounds of varying severity. Your press your lips together in a tight line.

"John, can you be her extra hands if she needs them?" Harcourt asks firmly, to which Economos nods wearily. Thumping the first aid kit onto the table in front of you, Harcourt's expression reads don't fuck around without her saying a word when she meets your gaze. Murn calls she and Adebayo into the next room to debrief, and before she goes, Harcourt picks up the medical textbook from the top of the pile you'd been ignoring, smacking it into your chest pointedly. So finally you concede, and take the book with a faintly pained groan -

It's yours, you can feel your own nausea rising like a feedback loop because of this book, and every time you've ever touched it before, the hours spent pointedly untouched on the desk, being pulled out of a shipping box with gloved hands, the rattle-bump-darkness of being in a box in the back of Harcourt's car during the drive, each mission its been brought along and each time you've used it, the blood that's been splattered and wiped from the shiny cover, feeling the way your apprehension for the book builds in reverse with each time you touch it with your bare hands, the first and only time you've ever properly opened it when you flipped through it with curiosity when it arrived, being shipped and being stacked alongside hundreds of other identical copies in a warehouse before that, the machine precision of mass produced textbook manufacture, the short but detailed history of the printer's ink made on demand, the paper being processed and smooth from the carcases of logs hauled across the country and the whir of logging equipment and the sudden jarring stillness of the tree at the beginning of it all, a quiet life spent growing that seems to stretch back forever -

And every single page is imprinted from your mind into this book at once, every word you could recite with ease, every picture imprinted in high definition, diagrams labelled and it all makes complete and immediate sense to you, everything in the book now second nature, you could stitch a wound or identify any number of rashes or set a broken bone or understand exactly what an injury requires, as detailed in this thick, medical textbook -

Books always made you a little queasy, as did CDs, DVDs, and USB storage devices that weren't empty, but this textbook was especially graphic and overwhelming; touching it always felt like a punishment of sorts.

"Hey, are you okay?" Economos sounds suddenly concerned, while your eyes are pressed tightly shut, taking a few moments to accommodate all the new information in your head, "you don't look so good."

"I feel like I'm gonna be barf, just gimme a moment," you managed, trying to breath through the moment and tune out Peacemaker's sudden panic at the idea of you tending to his wounds, "shut up, I'll be fine!" You insisted.

Finally the phantom pressure in your head has eased and you crack your eyes open. Both Economos and Peacemaker and looking at you warily. After a beat, you manage to muster a bright smile, looking between them both.

"See, no need to stress; the doctor is in."

"What the fuck just happened?" Peacemaker demanded to know, "because last I heard you were some sort of decendant of Artemis or some shit -"

"What?!" You grin with confused delight.

"The Greek God of the hunt," he paused pointed and expression intensely demanding, "emphasis on hunt."

"Who told you that?!" Laughing, you don't seem deterred by Peacemaker's tone.

"Its a widely held belief!" He explodes with exasperated confusion, "you spent all of your time in fucking solitary, half the time people weren't even allowed to collect your laundry. I know you're a weapons expert and can find anyone, anywhere, and I can't think of any other prisoner inside Belle Reve who knows anything else."

"So you all decided to believe I'm decended from a God?!" This revelation even has you clutching the medical textbook to your chest like a delighted schoolgirl, rocking back on your heels.

"Can you reign in your ego for three seconds and do what you're on this mission for?" Economos sounds frankly exhausted, and you deflate a little, finally agreeing with a nod. As you examine Peacemaker's wounds thoroughly, at first without touching him, you explain your powers in detail, including your brief discomfort moments ago. Peacemaker's watching you with an expression like he's trying very hard to understand this all, but you leave him for the time being, raiding the medical supplies for anything you know you'll need to get him fixed up, before you stop suddenly.

You turn, voice firm but amicable; discussions of appropriate bedside manner vary from scenario to scenario throughout the textbook, and though they're brief mentions all at once, you're able to analyse, extrapolate, and apply them all at once.

"Chris, take a seat for me," and though his expression indicates he's surprised at your tone, he obliges immediately, "I'm going to take your hand to do a full assessment of your injuries, okay? If I could do this with my gloves on I would but-"

"Wait, do you mean -" Peacemaker's brow creased with immediate concern, "your selective, all-knowing shit, that- does that mean you'll know everything about me and my entire life if you touch me?"

"Yes," you say carefully, pulling a seat over to sit in front of him; his concern changes as he is clearly now uncomfortable with the situation, "but I'll forget literally all of it the moment I we're no longer in contact."

"Why can't Dye-Beard do it?" He nodded to Economos, who narrowed his eyes with contempt.

"Because fuck you; that's not my job, and I don't dye my beard," sitting back in his chair, Economos pointedly crossed his arms over his chest.

"How can I trust that's really how your powers work? How do I know you're not adding my life to the database you're building in your head of all information ever?" Squinting at you, there's something challenging in Peacemaker's eyes. Unexpectedly however, you choke on a startled laugh.

"If I had to live with everything I learned for everyone and everything I touched I definitely would have killed myself before now," the response is complete honest instinct, punctuated by that same, humourless laugh, but after a moment of genuine deliberation, Peacemaker visibly steels himself and offers his hand. Still, you give a warm, reassign smile to hide your own nerves.

Textbook in one hand, the other reaches out and takes Peacemaker's -

You see his life all at once, every memory he's ever made and every thought he's ever had, seeing even beyond his personal recollects, every single moment since his birth with perfect clarity and how his memories of events differ from his immense truth, all in high definition, his entire existence, his ideologies, the moments that shaped him and each sensation that he's ever experienced or is currently experiencing, all planted into your mind at once.

Every fuck, every fight, every secret he's sworn to take to the grave -

-there had been resistance as the debris pierced Rick Flag's chest but he pushes past the point of no return to save his own life and save the mission and the debris is so firmly lodged in Flag's heart that he can feel the debris move almost imperceptibly with it until he let's go, 'Peacemaker; what a joke' that will haunting more than any death rattle he's been responsible for -

- excitement he'd never admit to after being told he's a part of Taskforce X -

- the voice in the back of his head that spits that falling in love with any of the other inmates he fucks would be a sign of mental weakness and a betrayal of his personal ethics sounds a lot like his dad, so of course he throws the word his dad's always thrown at him with disgust at the twitchy, introverted technomancer with the beautiful, brown eyes, who Peacemaker's been fucking for almost a year, and feels safe enough to fall asleep next to after they fuck, likes well enough to sleep next to because he likes having him close, who he knows he'd defend, when the technomancer ruins it all when he realises how thoroughly Peacemaker's been lying to himself, in the process exposing his weakness which Peacemaker pounces upon rather than asmitting the truth, admitting to being just as weak, 'come on, Chris, I love you, obviously I fucking love you' Peacemaker's no stranger to lying to himself or others but its been a while since its come with guilt; this shame echoes in his father's voice louder than his own -

- what felt like eons of interrogations after his capture and being steadfast in denying any accomplices, lying through his teeth and acting confused when they mention rumours of another cape in his home town besides his dad, and the relief he felt but would never in his life admit to anyone, least of all Vigilante, when he it finally clicks that he's being asked about it because they know absolutely nothing -

- he fights beside Vigilante and finally feels like he's earning his title, even if their justice is a tad bit extreme --

"You..." half a second has passed, your hand on his, his entire existence echoing in your mind all at once. Swallowing hard as your mind catches on every time his father had blamed him for his brothers death, you try to focus on his immediate state and the fight he'd just encountered, "you know the Vigilante?" Is not what you had intended to say, but it escapes you nonetheless. Peacemaker gives you a sharp look, and you clear throat, "sorry, not important; for the record, your ankles are fucked, but not in a long-term way," you breathe deeply.

"I escaped the fifth floor leapfrogging my way down between balconies," Peacemaker says, before conceding for a moment, "which you probably know already."

"Judging by how you're feeling these wounds, they're gonna hurt like a bitch and need time to recover but none are actually that bad all things considered; from what we have on hand, I'll give you some ibuprofen for the pain and the swelling in your ankles, but I'll stick you with some local anaesthetic for the ones that need stitching up," looking to your medical bag, you considered for a long moment, "then it's just a quick job of cleaning and stitching those wounds up," you give a smile, but Peacemaker's still looking at you like he's waiting for you to react with what you now know about him. With a cheery smile, you request Economos fetch everything you need from the medical bag before turning back.

"Okay, gimme a moment, I'm just going to save everything I'll need to fix you up -"

"Save?"

"From the textbook," reading the concern in Peacemaker's mind as it continues to grow, you elaborate, "I'm literally only cataloguing the information that's relevant to this exact situation so I can have my hand free, and I won't have to carry all that excess information in my head."

"You c-" but you catch the question before it's even fully left his mind.

"I can do that, but I will give it back after; I'm not keeping any of your memories, I don't know you well enough to," you make an apologetic expression for a moment, "care." To your grateful surprise, Peacemaker finally decides to drop his concern about the whole situation; he believes that if you were going to judge him you would have already. The tense set of his shoulder eases.

"That freaks me out," Economos looks a little nauseous as he hands over the supplies you requested and takes the textbook off your hands.

"Which part?" While unfortunately you've been left with several pictures of open, half stitched, and closed wounds at the forefront of your mind, considering you no longer had to see the other ninety-five percent of the images in the textbook all at once, and the text you've saved is comprehensive, and wound care isn't exactly new for you anyways, you find yourself feeling lighter than air, "the textbook?"

"No," Economos stacks the textbook on top of all your others, tone thoughtful, "no that I understand, you know that makes sense, I just can't wrap my head around what it means when you touch a person; their whole existence all at once, how the fuck can you understand that immediately?"

Letting go of Peacemaker's hand in order to prepare your equipment, your head suddenly echoes with the textbook's directions and your own thoughts.

"I wish I knew," came your distracted response as you quickly donned the pair of medical gloves before touching anything else, "can you grab some water so Chris can take this ibuprofen?" You began to draw anaesthetic into a syringe as Economos obligingly heads to the building's kitchenette.

"Was it like an action movie?" Peacemaker's curious and strangely bright tone breaks your concentration where you're trying to flick the bubbles from the medication.

"What?" You deadpan with confusion, "your- your existence?"

"I've done some cool shit, was seeing all of that like watching an action movie?" He's wearing this little, weirdly hopeful smile as he considers the prospect for himself.

"I don't remember," you answered honestly after a beat to consider, to which he frowned.

"You really don't... you weren't kidding about losing everything if we break contact?"

"I remember my memories of the event," you shrugged, "but they're completely mundane after contact; we held hands, I made a comment about you knowing Vigilante but cannot for the life of me remember what prompted that, and I explained exactly how I'm going to fix you up, I only know why I said what I said in that regards because thats still up here," you tap at your temple. In the moments that follow, Peacemaker grants you silence in which to inject part of the anaesthetic into the first stab wound you intended to focus on.

"I'd appreciate it if you tried to keep my whole 'knowing Vigilante' situation under wraps," he asked, far quieter than before. In the kitchenette, you can hear Economos banging around in the cupboards and defeatedly swearing.

"So it's true?"

"You're the one who said it?" Immediately Peacemaker was baffled, while you sat back and soaked a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol.

"Yeah but I also saw your entire existence at once; it wouldn't have been the first time I've connected obscure dots in someone's life and extrapolated and -"

"That's fucking terrifying, and yes, it's true," he admitted. Finally you can hear the tap running. You take the stringe once more, gently prodding by the hopefully numb wound.

"Can you feel that?" You ask, and when Peacemaker shakes his head you begin to carefully swab the wound, speaking up after you've finished and are threading the needle, "he's the guy who kills criminals, right?" You ask, and Peacemaker nods, looking at his hands.

"Whenever I was in town, we both were; we were the justice the government was too much of a pussy to execute."

"How noble," its a neutral comment, said distractedly as you lean in and carefully begin to stitch his wound closed. They aren't the neatest stitches, but having machine-like precision while holding the needle wasn't worth the risk of your bare hand touching Peacemaker.

"Its funny, actually," tone lightening, he even manages to huff a bemused laugh, "we knew about you," it takes a moment for you to fully process this, but he's started talking again before you can properly react, "yeah, we had like, this dream hit-list -"

"Did going to prison blindside you or did you see it coming like everyone else around you probably did?" You ask with a wry kind of amusement, pausing your work for a moment to let your words sink in. Peacemaker rolled his eyes at that.

"It was a hit-list for good, better than some pussy cotary of supervillains," he huffed, "we were trying to enact real justice, not just play catch and release with murderers and a corrupt system."

"Actually," you consider for a moment, "that's solid logic," and you get back to the task at hand, tone turning teasing as you added, "was I ever on your dream hit-list?"

"Yeah..." but it came out surprisingly non-committal, which had you raising your eyebrows; as Peacemaker elaborates without prompting, you secure the final stitch, and set about numbing the second wound, "but like, kind of in the same way every guy our age - every guy who's into chicks -" he amends, "will list The Little Mermaid as part of their sexual awakening - did you see that, by the way?" He asks, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

"I don't know if you're referring to the movie in a general sense, or the moment you realised you want to fuck Ariel, or possibly even when you understood that you could feel that way about other girls, but yes I would have seen it, no I don't remember it, and I wish I could go back thirty seconds and never have this conversation," you wheezed, face in your hands. However, as you surfaced, you're expression reads as both exasperated and amused, and you begin to clean the wound.

"So you wanted to kill me the way you wanted to fuck Ariel," you prompted after a moment.

"Yeah, like more because you're a villain and it felt like what I was supposed to do; sure I enjoyed the thought of it but I'd never consider you nemesis material."

"But Vigilante felt a more personal hatred to me, the villain he's never met?" You snickered.

"Oh dude, you were like his hot-lion-from-the-second-Lion-King-movie sexual awakening -" Peacemaker laughs brightly, and you're glad to match his energy with a grin.

"Kovu?"

You immediately go still, both sitting in this moment where you're both kind of ashamed to be on the same page.

"He acted like it was a full blood fued, always seemed so personally invested in taking you down; he was beside himself when you were caught and they threw you in Belle Reve," Peacemaker chuckles a little awkwardly, before adding, "but still, any time I asked if he thought he could take you in hand to hand combat he'd end up getting hard."

"Don't be gross, you guys used to fantasise about murdering me, I'm not flattered," you told him shortly. Pausing, you realise it's been a while since Economos had gone to get water, though when you look up you see him in the next room with the other three team members in quiet discussion. Clearing your throat, you find yourself sitting back and waiting for the anaesthetic to take effect again; "so was it a power fantasy thing, or do you think murder and fucking were two separate, conflicting desires?"

"Probably a bit of both," Peacemaker doesn't even have to think to answer, and the tension breaks when you can't help but laugh.

The four in the next room look sharply through the window that separates your groups, both wheezing with laughter, even as the movements aggravate Peacemaker's stitches and he's wincing between breaths. You'll fix him up without complaint, and the day will continue whether you want it to or not, but this one moment is unfamiliar in a way that stings retroactively, that you miss despite never having had. There had been hesitation, of course, there's always hesitation about your powers, but you had not been grandstanding and he had decided to trust your word...

It had been a very long time since you had felt like someone saw you as an actual equal.

#vigilante peacemaker #vigilante imagine #vigilante x reader #adrian chase imagine #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase #peacemaker series #peacemaker show #peacemaker hbo max #peacemaker #vigilante #ew its the mod #Spotify

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bythenineshards · 2 years

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Okay, no but srsly what is up with the Nesta antis? I stumbled through a few of their posts and why do hate her so much with such a burning passion?? Because she was mean to her sister when her character was nothing but a vessel to make Feyrug the everlasting victim? When Feyrug was as equally mean??

Like Feyre antis dislike her character because of the bad writing. Because we dislike sjm first and then her characters. These ppl hate Nesta but at the same time say sjm is a phenomenal writer. They rant about how we are stupid hating feyre and feysand because sjm loves them and will ALWAYS put them on a pedestal. (Again, roasting her better than most antis) Clowns be forgetting their Queen Maas wrote 700 pages about Nesta and,( ig I read it somewhere) wants her to have a "happy beginning" whatever tf that means.

It's the irony for me 🤌🏼

Hey! It's good to see you!

God I hate how stupid and gullible their hatred for Nesta is. And it's sorta funny at the same time. Nesta is hated by a bunch of Feyre Stans and they aren't willing to look passed "what she did to Feyre" but Rhys? Oh yeah, he's perfect.

I have a controversial opinion about the relationship between Feyre and Nesta. And it boils down to Maas (once again) not understanding something. On my first read through (and the one with my husband right before acosf) both of us never considered the relationship between them to be abusive. We still don't. I think Maas wants us to believe it was because she says so. But in adult fiction you have to prove it.

I told my husband that the fandom hates Nesta for being verbally and emotionally abusive. He scoffed and said that he and his brothers said way worse stuff to each other growing up. For me, it rang hollow as well.

Emotional abuse is about control. It isn't just saying things like "you reek" or "if you treat people shitty they'll leave you" then have them go about a normal relationship. Feyre isn't afraid of Nesta. In fact she openly picks fights with her. I wouldn't have dreamed of fighting with my dad. I'm so afraid of him that I wake up in a cold sweat after having a dream about him. I haven't spoken to him in 7 years.

Feyre hears Nesta in her head? I hear my own voice repeating the things my dad ingrained in me to think about myself. I'm not special. I'm a failure. No man will love me. I'm a loser. Holly I love you but I don't like you. As if by simply being me, I'm not worth being loved.

Nesta has no control over Feyre. So I don't believe the book telling me Nesta is abusive. I don't believe it when I get to see through the eyes of a protagonist who tells me within two pages that she can't wait for her sisters to get married and fuck off. I don't believe it when I get to see how truly vile Feyre is in her assumptions about those around her. I don't believe for one second that this girl coming into a conversation and telling Nesta what she can and can't do then withholding information that could cause her harm in favor of a jab that would likely push her closer to that situation is a goddamn victim.

Sorry.

I'm not speaking for anyone else who has similar abuse. I'm speaking solely for myself and my experiences. They caused what's written in these books to come off as shallow.

The whole "Maas loves Feysand" is dumb too. A Stan saying that is admitting that the author's bias to the leads makes her incapable of writing honestly. Not to toot my own horn but I had a story that's currently on the back burner where the premise is "the MC is married to the villain but doesn't know it". The point of the book was to show the villain as a loving husband and the MC slowly comes to realize that what he's doing (though for a just cause) was being done in the worst way. I struggled with this story and my own realization that the MC was going to have to kill him. I didn't want to kill him. He was a good man to her and I loved him too. But I couldn't see a logical reason to try to redeem him or keep him alive. And this dude, didn't do half the shit Rhys does.

So yeah... Stans just believe whatever Maas tells them to believe. Until they can't believe it. I see it a lot with Nesta's "redemption" where they can't see passed her past actions. They aren't believing what's being spoonfed to them now because Maas spent 4 books making them dislike her. It's similar to those of us who can't see passed Rhys's actions Utm and beyond to believe that he's just the bestest UwU Dark Daddy ever.

#anti sjm #anti acotar #anti feyre #anti feysand #anti rhysand #stans being stans #anti acosf #anti inner circle #ask holly #my asks

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thejustmaiden · 3 years

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So out of nowhere I was tagged and quoted by a SR shipper for a blog of mine posted in August of last year. Talk about throwback but, hey, gotta appreciate that level of snooping. 😉

Back in the day I actually used to encourage discourse amongst Inuyasha fans- both shippers and antis alike- but I've since realized that it's a lost cause. But for you, @feministmetalgreymon , I'll grant this exception. Just 'cause it's been a while so why the hell not. haha

I want to assure you, however, that nothing you say will ever convince me that Sesshomaru and Rin are meant to be together romantically or that the story intended it so. Nor will you find any validation here. You can ship them for all I care, but please for all that is good and holy while I have your attention try- I mean really try- to understand why it is so many of us Inuyasha fans are so against this pairing in the first place (newsflash: it's not about ship wars), and why we believe a romance between the two of them is completely and utterly out of character.

For those of you interested in reading this, the blog of mine in question that the above shipper mentions in their counter-argument is here for reference. It's titled "Jaken = Rin's Dad?" I'm going to try and keep this short, but I'm also making no such promises. After all, I'm not exactly known for my brevity. haha Now let's get crackin'!

Like you, feministmetalgreymon, did for your recent blog here where you took screenshots of mine to address certain parts, I will be doing the same and dissecting yours accordingly.

[Snippet 1]

I worked with kids for many years as a teacher, and many people in my family have too or still do. Two of them happen to be just over 5 feet which is quite short for the average adult woman living here. I've also worked alongside many a women of short stature, and never did I hear any of them complaining of issues with their students having difficulty differentiating them from their own peers just because they were short as well. I'm sorry but that's just ridiculous. Kids are quite smart and pick up on a lot more than you seem to give them credit for. Height is not the only characteristic they look at to determine who's an adult and who's not, and it's foolish to suggest otherwise. So unless you're a babysitter who's still in their teens and/or who has very childlike features or behavior then I'm afraid what you're getting at is total hogwash. This is just another example of how you shippers offer nothing of real substance to your reasoning, it's only ever cherry-picking or strawmanning from you guys. Stop deflecting from the real issues please, because this certainly isn't one and only winds up being a complete waste of time for all parties involved.

[Snippet 2]

Okay, calm down now. I wasn't insinuating that relationships between parents and children can't change over time in terms of how they get along. Of course that's possible, as all families experience their fair share of estrangement and abuse. What I was speaking about was in reference to the overall dynamic between the two. Because a bad mother or father can still be viewed as a parental figure to their child even if say they're not in said child's life anymore. Since Sesshomaru and Rin share a healthy bond- and just a friendly reminder that in my blog I even said that he doesn't have to necessarily be labeled her father but that a romantic relationship later would still be inappropriate- I didn't deem it necessary to address what you brought up. Plus, it kinda, umm, misses the point?? Please, let's stay on topic. And it's not captured in the screenshot, but stop acting like there isn't a small part of them that idolizes their parents at some point during childhood. Just like you mention later on how it's normal for kids to have innocent crushes on adults that they eventually grow out of? Well, guess what, the same concept applies here. Kids eventually learn that their parents are far from perfect and make mistakes too. Rin is so damn young in the OG series though that we never even get to see her reach that maturity level.

[Snippet 3]

LOL! Alright, okay, so the "unbreakable bond" bit you're mentioning was actually me quoting you sessrinners. Did you not catch that? I literally spelled it out. *sigh* The whole point I was making is that shippers like yourself make hypocritical and contradictory statements all.the.goddamn.time. One moment you guys claim that Sesshomaru and Rin were essentially strangers and meant very little to each other, only to say in the same breath a few seconds later that they were destined to be together and their bond is like no other. I agree, their bond is special, but why must that mean they're going to fall in love?

That is the root of the matter here. Too many animes/mangas have romanticized this older adult man & young girl growing up falling in love trope that it's become way too normalized and widely accepted across the world- and yes, in some cultures more than others. Sadly, you lack the awareness to recognize how this all works. You know how we know that? When we see that you shippers are so desensitized to sexualized images of girls in the media that you share posts like this one below which *subtly* imply a future romance although one half of that pairing is still just a child in the pic and then try and pass it off as cute. That's like super fucking problematic and it scares me that you can't see that (or deny you do). 🤢

After all that's said and done, Sesshomaru leaving Rin in the village with Kaede is to me the strongest indicator more than pretty much anything else he's done for Rin that proves he is her adoptive father. It's so funny to me how you somehow see the exact opposite though. 🤔 What I think is happening is that you got yourself on some squeaky clean ass shipper goggles fresh out of your little echo chamber. Because I hate to tell you, but what you're fantasizing is what you want to see and not what's actually there on screen or was written into the story. I'm strictly talking about Inuyasha and the manga of course. [For the TL; DR version skip to the last paragraph.]

Parents looking after their kids is what parents are supposed to do. A good parent will do anything to keep their child safe and ensure they are cared for, so what he did for her by leaving her there was in her best interests clearly. Besides, as a babysitter, you more than most people should understand that parents aren't always able to be there for their kids so sometimes others gotta step in to help. Haven't you heard of the saying, "it takes a village to raise a child?" Which in Rin's case is literally true! 😂 Sometimes kids are even sent off to stay with grandparents and that's who raises them instead. Or maybe they have to temporarily live with an aunt or uncle because their single parent's job requires they work out of town 4-5 days of the week so they're hardly home. But that doesn't mean that the parents care or love their kids any less, and it's foolish to assume that Sesshomaru must have thought very little of Rin simply due to the fact that he made the decision to leave her in the village. Come on, y'all are acting like he abandoned her there!!

It's just given the circumstances Sesshomaru finally came to learn that Rin traveling with him was no longer safe. I also like to think it's because he wished for her to live a more normal life and to learn how to fully trust humans again. Plus, continuing to travel with him as young as she was would have proven dangerous and unwise. Now for you to know all this and still manage to turn his past actions towards her while she was just a child into a romantic gesture is what boggles my mind. Regardless of how you look at it, from my perspective or your own, Sesshomaru is in the wrong. Either he's a father figure who impregnates his daughter at the young age of approximately 14. OR he's this man she used to travel with who maybe isn't a father to her but who nonetheless basically rapes her since kids her age can't consent to sex with an adult. Idk about you but it sounds to me like nobody here wins with either scenario we're given. In other words, you should be just as mad as we are. If only one side didn't choose to forsake their morals they know we both have in common for the sake of a ship. Welp. 🤷‍♀️

I agree, incest is disgusting but that's not the only problem we have with this pairing. A romantic bond forming between Sesshomaru and Rin would also constitute as grooming.

You realize that over the years he visited her in the village that he brought her gifts too and essentially watched her grow up right before his very eyes, right? I mean, I know you do, but I really shouldn't have to explain further why pursuing a romantic/sexual relationship with each other is plain and simple wrong. And before you say it's not because he didn't have any malintent, please understand that considering their history and power dynamic up to then that yes this is still considered grooming even if Rin supposedly "wanted it" or "made the first move." Whether you consider him her father or not, as the adult who took on a role resembling that of a caretaker in her early life- a critical developmental time for a child- Sesshomaru is obligated to turn down any advances by Rin and most definitely should not initiate any himself. As the first close adult figure she's had in her life since her parents died, it's unfathomable to imagine how Sesshomaru could go through with taking advantage of this young girl who was under his care and supervision since they met. To think he could be capable of betraying that trust sickens me to the core.

This. Now THIS is how a parent/guardian or a similar adult caretaker (babysitter, teacher, etc.) talks to a child. And, in turn, this is how some young children talk to adults. You'd be insane and delusional to deny it! We see it in our everyday lives, do we not? From where else do you think our stories draw most of their inspiration? Yes, obviously these fictional universes have aspects of fantasy that don't exist in the real world, but so how then do you suppose we're able to relate to them? The reason for that being is because these stories are written by people for people, so naturally there are going to be real life aspects embedded throughout. Sure, a little escapism doesn't hurt as we don't need to take everything so seriously, but ultimately we all need to recognize that the messages in the stories we tell matter. Most stories possess a combination of both light and dark themes, but when it specifically comes to the latter we gotta be careful with how we tackle this in children's media since kids are far more impressionable.

So if at the center of a story we have two of the main protagonists whose mom is basically their same age and to top it off she knew their dad when she was just a girl and who just so happened to help raise her, wouldn't you say that's beyond fucked up or at the very least so fucking weird? Like why would we think it's even remotely okay for our children to watch this garbage?? Really think about it. Try and be objective for once and think about how it would sound explaining this storyline to an outsider who's never watched IY or HNY. Well, antis have tried this before many times and we always get the same reaction: Ewww!

Like I said earlier, if you wanna ship it then fine, but 1) please stop seeking our approval or trying to change our minds - your ship wish came true didn't it, so why do you need us to validate it? 2) even though it's not canon, respect that we don't support this sequel portraying pedophilia in a positive light. It's harmful af to not only allow but glorify the continuation of sexualized images of young girls everywhere. And I shouldn't have to say this, but just because this trope is popular as you say does not make it right. Lolicon themes in the media have been an issue forever and it needs to stop. Yes, even some people in Japan or "the East" would agree. Shocker!

We're pissed off and rightfully so because Yashahime's TV rating is 14, not to mention it airs at the prime time kids in Japan watch TV after getting home from school. That's Towa and Setsuna's age, true, but if Rin being the mom when she's like only a year older than them (please don't argue w/ me about the math- antis have so far been right every time with it) is straight-up disgusting and not something we should be supporting or endorsing. Rin's a whole ass child!! Please don't start with the "but times were different then so her having kids at 15 is acceptable" argument either, because we've already debunked that and every other single excuse you guys throw at us. Besides, how or why would you expect young viewers to know these historical "facts" anyway, especially if as you suggest fiction doesn't affect reality so what does it matter? Yet here we are, arguing over a fictional show in real life almost a year and a half into the "Sesshomaru fucks?" sequel being announced. My ass, your ass, hell all our asses fiction doesn't affect reality!

Look, I do apologize if the tone of this blog came off as snippy or condescending at times. I do not wish you any ill will, it's just I'm not really sure what you expected to get out of all this besides maybe getting on my nerves perhaps. haha A lot of you shippers have been desperately scrambling to interact with us, lurking in our tags, jumping onto our posts screaming canon and getting so defensive even though you sought us out first. We've been sticking to our tags, so how about you stay in your lane too. By the way since we're on the topic, have you seen Twitter or Reddit?! SR shippers there are the actual worst and many Inuyasha fans (not just antis) have complained of not feeling welcomed to engage in fandom spaces anymore. Shippers swarm them and scare them off simply because fans don't like your ship and refuse to accept it. It's pathetic, really. No one should ever be bullied or harassed just because they don't like something you might. We're all fans of Inuyasha, aren't we? So let's act like it. Yashahime on the other hand, you guys are welcome to that pungent heap of trash. Fans have a right to criticize it too, but if you like it then good for you, so keep on liking it and don't mind us.

I'm almost done, but real quick back to Jaken! Let's not forget about how the official Yashahime website- which came out after my blog, mind you- described Jaken. This translation isn't the best one available but it's the only version a fellow anti friend could track down. They do recall a better one done by a native Japanese speaker who was also an anti, and that member confirmed that Jaken is indeed called Rin's babysitter. So you see, I was right in my interpretation. In the original post I did compare Jaken to a brother, but after talking to others (some comments can be found under said post) I did acknowledge that he's more of a reluctant babysitter who's not related. And if he's not at least a brother to Rin, then he's definitely not her father.

At the end of the day, the creator Rumiko Takahashi has the final word. Which is guess what? Hogosha. 💖 Probably should've just started out with that and saved us all the trouble, huh? Good day/night to you.

Papamaru bids you adieu now. 🤞

#anti yashahime #anti sessrin #sesshomaru is rin's dad #papamaru #hogosha 💖#the sequel may not be canon but sunrise can still burn in hell

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cc-writesfor2dcharacters · 3 years

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THIS IS SO CUTEEEEEE SKAKSLKS!!!!! For this, I'd pick Mitsuya and Chifuyu since I haven't written about them for so long...

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This boy literally finds your short height so endearing. You're like his doll that he always designs and makes dresses for.

The reason he fell in love with you was how aggressive, yet so adorable. Whenever you're on the verge of losing, you cross your arms and pout which makes your cheek puff up.

He loves giving you head pats and lightly pinching your cheeks.

Oh, yeah, there's no doubt that people always mistake you as his little sister. Especially, when you two are going out on a date with Mana and Luna, his cute little sisters.

But, when his friends tried to pick on you- especially Mikey. You literally punched him in the face which left a bruise on the side of his lip.

"Y/N-chan, Y/N-chan, you're so short, huh? You're like Mitsuya's little sister. You're almost as tall as Mana (mana is the slightly older sister)"

You were slowly getting pissed at Mikey, so that was your last straw. He got a little scared of you and immediately said his apologies.

Well, it was somehow your fault to put your hair in pigtails.

Anyway, Mitsuya will be so protective of you. Because you might be his little devil who's not afraid of anything, but you're still his overly sensitive and delightful girlfriend.

He makes sure to let you feel so beautiful despite your short height that makes you look like his little sister.

Mitsuya will love you and will constantly reassure you that your height is not a flaw, but rather, something that he fell in love with as well.

+++ Because you're small, it's easy for him to make clothes for you. (designing and making clothes slowly became his love language for you though)

So, you have an overprotective boyfriend who loves you very much and your own fashion designer. ^_^

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Oh, Chifuyu has it worse.

He has Baji, who would literally bully anyone. So, Baji enjoys how annoyed you usually get. That is also the reason why Chifuyu is stuck with two bickering children, trying to win against each other. What's worse is that those children were you and Baji.

"Aren't you like Mr. and Mrs. Matsuno's lost daughter? You and Chifuyu look like each other, you're small, so it makes sense that you are his little sister rather than his girlfriend." Baji nonchalantly commented as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend.

"Y/N, baby, Baji-san is just like that." He knelt down in front of you as you were looking away from him. "No, I'm gonna kill him and give him hell." You answered in a sassy manner and stood up...

You gave Baji a taste of his own medicine and kicked him in the nuts.

Baji groaned in pain and reached out to Chifuyu, "Hey, your girl is feisty. Okay, I'll stop teasing her about it."

So now, every time you and Baji see each other, you'll just raise an eyebrow at him and he'll almost pee his pants.

Chifuyu finds it hard to believe that Baji is afraid of someone, let alone his 4'11 girlfriend.

Your date with Chifuyu consists of going to the park and playing on the equipment. You were small so you definitely fit in every small space though.

He actually enjoys having you around. Sometimes, he can't take off his eyes on you.

To be honest, Chifuyu wouldn't trade you for anything. He's content with whatever you two have. And, he doesn't give a crap to anyone who always gives rude comments about you.

He has patience when it comes to his friends teasing you, oh but when strangers do it? You'll have to stay by his side that night and clean up all of his wounds. (Because this baby boy will fight anyone who disrespects you)

But, sometimes, you tag along with him on the fight which became something you two enjoyed.

"Can't wait to tell the whole world that my future wife could beat anybody's ass despite being a little short in height. I love you, Y/N. I love everything about you." He said as he softly kisses the part of your head that was swelling from a recent fight.

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hey i just wanted to say i love your blog! and thanks for finally helping me get into taylor swift music with the zutara lure lol - anyway i wanted to ask, i could've sworn there was a zk comic of a TSR incorrect quote where zuko's freaking out about how he could've died so many times after katara makes friends with him and he's seen her bloodbending and stopping the rain - can you help me find it pls? i've scoured all the zk blogs i follow but to no avail oof -

It makes me so happy to hear you say that you're so sweet omg. I am glad I'm someone you enjoy following! I also can't believe that I was the final push into Swiftie-ism. I don't think you ever truly leave lol. If you're curious, I do have a couple favorites from each album!

Debut: I am not a big Debut fan for no particular reason but I do quite enjoy an angry listen to "Should've Said No" and "Picture to Burn"

Fearless: I was obsessed with "You Belong With Me" when I was younger and my favorite now is probably "Mr. Perfectly Fine" bc its just so good. If you haven't heard that one yet you need to. I also quite like "Breathe." The emotions that one gives me are so strong.

Speak Now: Speak Now is one of my favorite albums from her-- as it should be. She literally wrote it herself. It is very difficult to just pick a few, but i will say that "Back to December" is not overrated at all, "The Story of Us" is criminally underrated, and "Ours" is very sweet and cute.

Red: Red is a very good album. I also struggle to just pick a few here. My absolute favorite from it is "I Almost Do" but I do think "Red" is overshadowed by "All Too Well" which is good, but I just like "Red" more. "Begin Again" has gotten me through some rough patches and I also love "Holy Ground." The bonus tracks are all very good too. ("Ronan" is a very beautiful but extremely tragic song and I don't know if you're aware of the story behind it so I just want to warn you that it is a heavy listen).

1989: I love this album too lol. "Clean" is good for the soul, "All You Had To Do Was Stay" and "How You Get The Girl" are both so good and somehow I mix them in a lot lol. "I Wish You Would" is also one I love.

reputation: This one was not one I liked initially but it grew on me a lot. "New Year's Day" and "Dancing With Our Hands Tied" are beautiful masterpieces. "I Did Something Bad" has badass Katara written all over it though. Cannot recommend that enough for her.

Lover: Solid album, not my favorite tho. I love "The Man" and that also has badass Katara energy. She would listen to that every day. "Death By A Thousand Cuts" and "Cornelia Street" are also both ones I like a lot. I love the live from Paris (I think) version of "Cornelia Street" especially.

folklore: I don't know why, but I've been in a folklore mood recently. I enjoy "the last great american dynasty" and "betty" and "the lakes" but "peace" is my very favorite from folklore, somewhat bc its like the Zutara song.

evermore: This album is so good too! I love "coney island" a lot but I'm not sure why. "champagne problems" is a good one and "tolerate it" is tragic and beautiful. I also adore "no body, no crime" and will not apologize for it.

Anyways! Those are just my favorites if you wanted to know or some recommendations. I also hunted down that post for you! I knew exactly what you were talking about and could have sworn I reblogged it, but alas. I looked on Tumblr for a while and wondered if I could find it faster on Google... somehow that worked. Sorry for rambling so much lol <3

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Sunshine- JJ Maybank

( not my gif!)

hi girl 💕 i was hoping you’d be interested in doing another jj x reader? Where JJ finds her hidden, having a panic attack and it takes a little bit to calm her down? 52, 84, 92, 125 , 152 were the numbers I picked but if there’s too many or you can’t make them all work, you can pick whichever. 💜

Word count: 1,552

Summary: JJ finds you having a panic attack and is right by your side to help you calm down.

Prompts:

52. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

84. “Take your medicine.”

92. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

125. “Don’t do anything stupid, I’m gonna help you.”

152. “It happened again.”

17 years. 17 years of constant arguments between your parents that ended with screaming and cussing. 17 years of flinching everytime a door slammed. 17 years of wondering if it would end with violence or a drunk mother and/or father.

There was one person who stayed by your side those entire 17 years, your best friend JJ Maybank. JJ was your neighbor since you two were in diapers, becoming his best friend after he asked you if you would like to go to the local playground to go collect bugs for his insect tank. He was always there for you no matter what the issue was, whether it be a boy who broke your heart, your parents arguing, hell even if you had cramps he would be over in a minute with snacks and medicine for the pain.

JJ knew you more than you knew yourself; he knew when you were stressed, he knew when you haven't eaten, he knew if you needed to leave a situation, he always knew if you didn't take your medication. He was always on top of you with your medication for your anxiety. Everyday at 3 p.m. and he wasn't with you, he would call or text you to make sure you took the pills.

He was the reason you were still alive and functioning, the reason you were still smiling even with everything you were facing. He was there right by your side holding your hand when you went to your first therapy session. He was there for you when you had your first panic attack. JJ was the ray of sunshine in the tunnel of darkness that suffocated you.

It was 5 in the morning when you first heard the shouts of your parents. Their screams echoed through the halls, slamming against the sound of the closed bathroom door. You sat in the bathtub, knees pulled up to your chest as you rested your head on your arms. You rocked back and forth softly trying to catch your breath as it felt like the walls were closing in.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you clamped your hands over your ears as you heard a harsh slapping sound and a broken cry escape your mother's lips. The feeling of a cement block slowly felt like it was pushing on your chest, making it feel like your throat closed up with each breath you took. "It's okay, I'm okay." You quietly repeated to yourself, trying to trick yourself into believing it.

You opened your eyes, quickly shutting them again when you saw black splotches in the air; like when you rub your eyes too hard and you see the white spots in the back of your mind. You were too focused on trying to calm yourself down, you didn't notice the door slamming twice signaling that both your parents left you alone in the house.

JJ was out in his backyard hearing the whole thing, eyes trained on your house praying that you were okay. As soon as he saw your parents storm out the front door he hopped over his fence and ran straight into your house. Panic was written on his face as he checked every room in the house, not seeing any sign of you. He checked your bedroom to see messed up sheets and your prescription medication on your night stand.

He ran to the bathroom directly across the hall to hear your broken whimpers coming from inside. He didn't want to burst into the room, knowing that would only make your panic attack worse. He gently knocked on the door, feeling panicked when you didn't answer in any way. He opened the door to see an empty bathroom, but he quickly realized you were sitting in the bathtub. Pulling the curtain back, his heart shattered seeing you in such a distressed state.

You popped your head up at the sound of the curtain moving, afraid your parents found you there. You instantly felt a wave of relief rush through your body, but you still felt like you were frozen in fear. "I feel like I can't breathe." You stuttered, still feeling the crushing weight on your chest. He quickly got down on his knees to become face to face with you. He slowly reached his hand out and held onto your shoulders, waiting for you to allow him to hug you.

You turned your body towards him and that's when he knew he could hug you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, the other holding the back of your head; entangling itself in your hair. Tucking your face into the crook of your neck, you felt as if you could slowly start to breathe again. "It happened again." You mumbled, attempting to stop your body from shaking. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before slowly pulling back.

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore." He pressed his forehead against yours, placing your hand on his chest, right on top of his heart. "Follow my breathing, okay? In… out… in… out… there we go, sunshine." You repeated his actions, feeling your lungs inhale the air properly. The heavy weight was no longer on your chest, leaving a small aching feeling.

“Don’t do anything stupid, I’m gonna help you," he said, "I'll be right back." You swallowed harshly, realizing how dry your mouth had gotten. You wiped away the stray tears with the back of your hand and blew your nose with toilet paper before JJ came back with your pill bottle and a glass of water.

“Take your medicine.” He instructed, passing you a pill into your hand. You sighed loudly before looking up at JJ. He gave you a look you knew all too well. It was the 'Please take this before I have to forcefully cram it down your throat' look that he's been giving you since you first got the prescription. You tossed the pill into your mouth, quickly chugging the glass of water. You fanned yourself with your hands, body feeling hot from feeling so claustrophobic.

"Hot?" He asked, sitting on the lid of the toilet. You nodded your head, running your hand through your hair to push it out of your face. "You trust me?" He asked you as he stood up. You nodded your head, "of course." "Okay, just sit there but scoot forwards." You obeyed him as scooted towards the front of the tub, your eyelids feeling heavy.

JJ slowly turned the faucet on and plugged the tub, allowing it to begin to fill with cold water. You instantly relaxed at the cool touch, softly grinning as you saw JJ take his shoes off before stepping into the tub behind you. You reached forward and shut the water off once it reached up to your thighs. JJ rested against the back wall, allowing you to lay yourself between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. His arms reached around your front as he looped his fingers on top of yours. Your body shivered as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine." He started softly singing, earning a soft giggle from you. "You make me happy when skies are gray." You sang with him, letting the feeling of happiness overcome your emotions. "You never know dear, how much I love you." You tilted your head back against his chest, fluttering your eyes shut as he pecked your forehead. "Please don't take my sunshine away."

You could feel your heartbeat find a steady pace once again as you surrounded yourself in JJ's touch. He rested his cheek on the top of your head, smiling to himself as he heard you sigh in relief. "You okay princess?" He whispered into your ear, triggering a patch of goosebumps to appear on your arms.

"Is it okay if I go get us some dry clothes?" You nodded your head as JJ carefully exited the tub, grabbing a towel to dry his lower half off. You stretched your body out in the tub, letting the cool water splash against your torso. JJ went to your closet, immediately taking his extra clothes he leaves there for nights like this one. He picked out shorts and a shirt for you to sleep in, hoping it would be comfortable enough for you.

He walked back towards the bathroom, passing you a towel and your dry clothes. You two faced away from each other as you both quickly changed out of your clothes. You giggled as JJ almost fell over trying to put his shorts on, hearing him grunt in annoyance at his action.

Being too lazy to put your clothes in the washer, you left your clothes in the bathtub along with JJ's. You led him to your room, closing the door before you threw yourself onto your bed. JJ turned the bedroom lights off before joining you in bed, carefully tucking the sheets around your body. You faced him, your eyes slowly shutting as JJ held the side of your face, his thumb delicately skimming your cheek.

"Goodnight, sunshine." You mumbled, angling your head to kiss the palm of his hand. He smiled at you with an adoring look in his eyes, "goodnight, princess."

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