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avatarkv · 1 year

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Uh-oh! I think you're holding the heart of mine!

Synopsis ! You should have known better than to love someone so cruel.

Content and warning: Ao'nung x Reader! Ao'nung is a mean IDIOT, his friends too. BULLIES >:[ he comes around tho (2.6k words of angst to comfort hahah)

You’ve been in love with Ao’nung since you were little kids, always trailing behind like a second shadow and mimicking even the smallest gestures. To you, he was the sun; so bright and achingly alluring, but like the sun, he was cruel— oh so cruel. He’d burn you every chance he gets and you’d take it willingly, grateful for even the slightest touch of warmth.

You never took it to heart. Never. This was a challenge that you’ve accepted with great pride thinking that you could crack his mean demeanor; you were convinced that the reason he had this seemingly tough exterior was because he was future clan leader— of course he needed to be strong. It would be bad for his image to falter, let alone to a girl who held no title whatsoever. You were nobody.

Tsireya would say otherwise. though. She was your number one supporter; always urging you to do better and to continue with your cute antics towards his brother. She knows you’d be great for him— heck, you were the only one she deemed suitable for Ao’nung. How could she not think so? You were a great hunter, always quick on your feet and vigilant. On top of that, you were resilient. You never knew when to give up.

You were believed to have been loved, regardless of his very actions. You remember crying to Tsireya one afternoon, showing her the graze on your forearm. The sight of it alarmed her— anything bloodied, even in the smallest of form would worry any kid so she rushed you to her mother.

Ronal cooed while she tended to your wound and you unconsciously poured your heart out about how Ao’nung had pushed you harshly down the sand, scraping your skin on scattered rocks in the process. His friends had laughed at you, pointing their fingers to your fragile form, cowering.

“Maybe he’s being aggressive because he likes you back!” Tsireya reasons, oblivious to what really was the case— but you were only kids, rough housing and games like these were normal so you didn’t know any better either. You wiped your runny nose and took a deep breath.

“You really think so?” and still you were hopeful.

Tsireya nodded enthusiastically, taking your hands near her chest. Ronal softly smiled, rubbing your back in soothing circles. “I’m sorry about Ao’nung, ma __. I’ll be sure to give him a good scolding later when he gets home.”

“And who knows, maybe he does like you. Boys just don’t like to talk about their feelings.” What Ronal said only burned your hopes higher— encouraging your heart to push for a longer run.

It wasn’t always like this. You and him were best of friends, inseparable and kind. You were a trio along with Tsireya and you absolutely loved spending time with them; swimming, exploring the ocean– being kids. Ever since, you knew he was the one, almost like it was the great mother’s own will. The feelings blossomed every spent time with him and you cherished it wholeheartedly.

“You should eat plenty so that you grow up to be strong, Ao’nung!” You’d force bits of fish near his lips, urging him to open up. He was throwing a tantrum after being scolded by Ronal, arms tightly crossed and refusing to eat anything. “I don’t want a lanky mate!”

And of course it had been a joke. You’d love him regardless of what he looked like and you knew it, but it was so forward of you and it would always catch him off guard. His cheeks would burn bright red and he’d turn into a stuttering mess.

“Mate?” He asked incredulously which you returned with an eager nod. ”That’s grown up talk! Don’t say things like that until we’re older.”

“You’re gonna have so many pretty children!” Tsireya would comment and you both would squeal, oblivious to the frantic young boy.

After he had started to train, Ao’nung was naturally introduced to other warriors. He fit in perfectly. As much as you were happy for him, that was also when things took a turn and before you know it, it was only you and Tsireya left.

Ao’nung thought that what you had for him would be harmless– a silly crush your young heart couldn’t comprehend yet, but you had now grown into a fine woman and the said love had developed just as much. The people weren’t blind to see how you’ve matured so beautifully– but the men your age knew better than to even try to talk to you. Everyone knew you had eyes for Ao’nung and him only, and the way he grew himself had women dote for him.

It drove him crazy; the sly comments, the lingering touch, the gifts– your very presence. He didn’t know how to handle it, so when his heart beat turned frantic everytime, he’d call it frustration. How his face would burn, how his chest would tighten. Ao’nung was conflicted and his mother was right– boys don’t like to talk about their feelings and he never will.

He’d push you away harshly. Snapping the countless bracelets you’ve carefully crafted for him, embarrassing you regardless of eyes watching, and belittled you any chance he gets. Every woman would cry there and then, immediately running off in embarrassment– but you stayed everytime and it infuriated him. Ao’nung couldn’t shake you off, even if you weren’t around. You were everywhere he went, even in dreams.

You sat with him as he sharpened his fishing spear, not even sparing a glance at your presence. “Oel ngati kameie, Ao’nung.”

The silence didn’t falter you. In fact, it was inviting you to continue. You were surprised he hadn’t even got up to leave so you gratefully took the opportunity and handed him a present wrapped in leaves. He dropped his weapon and begrudgingly took it, opening it in one go.

It was a pretty tie with various beads along the strings. His hair was sometimes unruly and he disliked braiding it, so you figured you’d make him something to wear. For a minute, he stared, admiring it– but the way your smile grew every second had embarrassed him. Ao’nung snickered, throwing it carelessly on the ground and you immediately scrambled to look for it.

“I’m not interested.” He emphasized every word as if he tried to make you understand, harshly kicking the sand towards your kneeling body. Ao’nung left and you could only stare with a sigh.

So maybe this time, you were to blame. After all the years he’d push you away, embarrass you in front of his friends, you were still the same stupid shell of a girl who thought he had finally changed– he had finally cracked and you were confident. It was afternoon when they approached you, asking for your presence while they hunted further the reefs. Ao’nung had asked you– Ao’nung.

Nothing else mattered, not even the obvious snickers from the background. You nodded enthusiastically, tripping on your heels as you hurriedly ran back home to get ready. They had already mounted their Ilu when you returned and without a word, you followed them.

So maybe this time, you were to blame. You should’ve known better than to be so trusting– so gullible and naive. Night was approaching quickly and Ao’nung or any of his friends were nowhere to be seen. The thrashing waves would unmercifully shove your small body on the very rock that helped you keep afloat, its harsh and sharp edges scratching your skin. The ocean was reprimanding you, you’ve concluded after trying to hold on for hours– the blame was yours and yours only. Stupid, stupid girl.

They had left you and this time, you knew well enough it had been their intention.

They were laughing back at shore, applauding themselves for a successful prank. You were to return later all disheartened and the sight would be the cherry on top, but Ao’nung grew restless every minute. This was wrong and he knew that well.

His friends had already bid their goodbyes but he stood there, waiting. He started to walk in circles while fidgeting his fingers– something was wrong. Perhaps it was a sibling thing for Tsireya to start feeling uneasy as well, so she excused herself from her mother and seeked for his brother. It wasn’t hard to find him and when she did, her panic only worsened as she approached him.

“What’s wrong, brother?” Tsireya asked, eyebrows knitted together.

“__” He immediately answered, “__ is outside the reef.”

Tonowari and a few warriors immediately ventured out to search for you. Tsireya couldn't even be enraged at his brother as she was busy worrying herself– but Ronal was a different case. She had been biting his ear off the very moment he told her what happened but Ao’nung easily tuned her out, only hearing his rapid heartbeat.

It felt like forever, but the moment his father had returned, he ran towards him straight away. There you were, a warrior propping you up gently as you limped. You were bloodied and out of breath– he winced at the cuts coating your skin. Before he could even approach you, you had flinched.

The look you gave him made him shudder. It was so unlike you to look at him differently, so empty and void of any admiration. Suddenly, his throat was awfully parched and he was entirely unmoving– all the apologies that were begging to be spat out from the tip of his tongue, gone. You stood there, staring with your teary doe eyes.

His presence made you nauseous and you would’ve cowered in instinct, if not for the warrior’s hold on your shoulders. You could’ve died– you almost did; you were already slipping and numb.

Your parents had immediately ran to you, crying as they held you near. They rushed your weary body to Ronal in a heartbeat. The clan spoke in whispers as Tonowari dispersed the growing crowd.

Ao’nung could only watch at your retreating figure. He visibly gulped. This was it, he thought, this was what he wished for.

And it had only hurt him terribly.

He stayed near the hut regardless and heard how you whimpered– how you’d sniffle and cry. The paste burned against your skin and you couldn’t help but squirm. You felt so ugly, so humiliated and little.

Ronal finally walks out, the sound of the flap waking Ao’nung’s drowsy state. “Mother, how is she?” He receives only a scornful glare as she walks past him.

“Mother, please.”

“I am deeply disappointed in you, Ao’nung” She said, clearly holding back. The tsahik sighed, “but for her sake, I will save you from any more scolding. It is what she asks for.”

And it was so like you to think of him before yourself. It applied more pressure on his already beaten heart and he could only drop his head in shame. This was his fault and he had to face the consequences he so begged for all these years– so where did this sickening desire to hold you close come from? It was bittersweet on his tongue and no water could get rid of the taste.

“I know that look, brother.” Tsireya didn’t have to glance to see his troubled state. It’s been days– no, weeks. He couldn’t get to you; skilfully blending in with your surroundings and out his sight, scurrying quickly towards another direction– it was clear you wanted nothing to do with him.

It pained him– absolutely shattered him to pieces.

“I can’t reach her, Tsireya.” His frown deepens as he frustratingly tugged on his hair.

“And you will never again!” Ao’nung flinched. As much as Tsireya enjoyed the torment of his brother, she still rooted for the both of you– still standing firm with the fact that you’d do good for him, but she thought of you and knew you also deserved better. With a dejected sigh, she whispers, “If.. you don’t hurry.”

“Her hideout. Now. Go make things right.” Tsireya hoped she was doing the right thing.

Ao’nung darted in a heartbeat– disrupting the busy clan and accidentally bumping into them. He couldn’t waste any time anymore, he had to get to you or else he’d forever hold his peace. Every step he took was an image of you with someone else; someone else willing to make you happy, someone else to be your mate.

And he hated that. It only fueled him to go faster, eventually reaching a pond surrounded by trees. The place was hidden and only the three of you knew where it was located– it was your safe place.

There you were, relaxed and unknowing. It was cruel like this; for Eywa to strikingly illustrate you in a different light– in a different point of view, or perhaps it had never changed and he just chose to never look at you the way he’s staring now. You were absolutely beautiful, basking in the glow of the dusk. The water swayed you gently and the calm on your face was inviting.

This was his only chance.

Ao’nung approached you, allowing the water to swallow him near you. He called out your name in a whisper and you immediately turned to him in surprise. Before he could even get another word out, you tried to hoist yourself up to escape, but he was quick to grab your wrist.

You hissed in return, his touch burning the healing cuts on your skin. “You don’t get to be sorry.”

You had turned your back on him and only then did he see the same tie that you tried to give him around your hair. It was gut-wrenching– the taste of his own medicine.

“I knew you wanted me off your skin, but I didn’t realize you wanted me gone.” And he knew what you meant, immediately wincing at the thought.

“I’m sorry, __” The apology came out almost in a desperate manner. Ao’nung was aching to touch you– to hug you close. He was willing to apologize forever, if it meant that you’d finally turn around and look at him, but when you did, his body went rigid and he wanted to swallow his words. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

You were crying and you looked everywhere but him. He took a step forward and when you didn’t retreat, he took the chance to hold your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. You absolutely hated it– hated him. Even after everything, he was warm. “You don’t get to be sorry.”

“How could you be so,” You hit his chest harshly, the water splashing along your movements, “How could you be so mean?”

“I am young, __” Ao’nung softly said, his eyes on you unmoving. “Young and absolutely stupid.”

“Damn right you are.”

He let out a breathy chuckle. “I never had anyone love me the way you do. Anyone who paid me any mind wanted me for my status– they only wanted the olo'eyktan’s son.”

You turned your head with a click of a tongue, only for him to grab your chin to look at him again. Of course you never wanted him because of his or his parent’s title– you loved him genuinely and he was a coward to not see that. His expression was nothing but sincere and you hated it.

“I am young and stupid, __, so please.” He takes another step forward and you were sure the small gap between your bodies had cut your inability to breathe. The water had gone cold and you couldn’t move. You stayed there, looking up at him. “Let me grow old with you and I promise to be wiser.”

“I see you, __.”

☆ mauve here! FINALLY DONE W THIS AO'NUNG PIECE, JESUS CHRIST. this was actually the first thing i've originally written prior to making this account because the lack of aonung content was >:(((( so here i am, giving him my long awaited attention. finding pictures of him were so hard as well! i enjoyed writing this though, i love aonung and his sibling dynamic w tsireya

i left this in a cliffhanger, i think, BECAUSE personally i wouldn't let that slide. i wouldve left aonung to beg FOR DAYS but eh

#mauve writes ☆#ao'nung #ao'nung x reader #ao'nung x fem!reader #angst #avatar #avatar the way of water #tsireya #ao'nung angst #aonung

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waywardsou2 · 3 days

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Shirtless Cuddles with The Batch

Tags: Trans!Reader/M!Reader, masculine terms, AFAB reader, romantic but fluffy, cuddles, just general nice fluff, gayness

A/N: This is a scenario for all of my trans fellas out there. Or anyone that was born AFAB but isn't necessarily comfortable with their chest. How the Batchers would react if you wanted to sleep without your shirt on.

Basically, for context I am trans, and I am AFAB. I have not had top surgery yet but find it uncomfortable to sleep with my shirt on most nights. I've been stuck in the Bad Batch brain rot at the moment and was wondering what it would be like to cuddle with the Clones for the first time without a shirt on. In a fluffy romantic context tho. (I don't even know if any of this is making sense but if it does then please read on. Also I wanted to include Omega but didn't really know how to make that work so she unfortunately won't be in this one)

Scenario: You and your Clone are settling down for bed, it's been a long day and the missions have been rough recently. The two of you make your way to your shared quarters and you both begin changing for bed. You go to change out your shirt for another more comfortable one but you stop before you can even pull it over your head. You've been with your partner for a few years now and they know about your identity, they accept it wholeheartedly, but you've never taken the step to show them your body. You never felt ready, but something feels different tonight. "Hey, I want try something tonight?" Your Batcher turns to you and waits for you to respond looking slightly confused "I don't really want to wear my shirt tonight; it gets irritating sometimes. But I didn't know how you would react to my chest"

Hunter

Hunter turns to you and gives you a soft smile, he's knows that you toss and turn a lot of the night not being able to find a comfortable way to place your arms with your t-shirt twisted around you body. It the exact reason why he hardly wears a shirt in bead. He reaches forward and slips his fingers underneath your shirt, he looks at you for consent to keep going and when you nod, he gently pulls it over your head and tosses it aside. His hands rest on your hips, and he looks at you, he doesn't even bother to look at your chest. It doesn't matter to him, he loves you for you, not your body, he loves the handsome man standing in front of him.

The two of you walk over to the bed and settle under the covers, you turn inwards, so your chest is facing his and curl up, he wraps his arms around you, stroking the exposed skin of your back and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before looking back into your eyes, softly he says, "You will always be my handsome man, no matter what."

And with that you rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as his torso rises and falls with each steady breath.

Crosshair

Crosshair looks at you with a small question on his furrowed brow "Why are you asking me? It's your body so it's your choice"

Knowing that's as about as good as a response you are going to get from him you turn around and pull your shirt off, discarding it.

He looks at the floor as you do so but when you turn back around he looks up, he looks at your chest briefly but only for a moment, your arms are crossed over it, but doesn't think much of it. Your chest doesn't change his image of you. He gives you a wry but reassuring grin and pulls you over to the bed and the two of you climb in.

He isn't wearing a shirt either so as he rolls over and pulls your back into his chest you can feel his breathing and his heartbeat and his warmth, the feeling very calming. He wraps his arms around your stomach careful to not touch your chest and pulls you closer to his so your spine curves into his chest.

He traces patterns into your stomach and lower chest, he traces a line up in the small space between your ribs in your upper chest, he does it slowly, creeping up ever so slightly and when you don't protest he lays his hand there, feeling your heartbeat. He sighs contentedly and so do you.

He gives you a kiss on the back of your head and mumbles "Love you" so quietly you almost don't hear it. You hum in response "Love you too Cross" and the two of you drift off to sleep.

Wrecker

Wrecker is a little slow on the uptake and doesn't quite understand what you are getting at, at first.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I wasn't born the same as you, remember? My chest isn't flat like yours"

He thinks for a moment and then it dawns on him what you are getting at "Oh?! Yeah, I did kinda forget, you are just so manly it's hard to remember that sometimes"

You laugh, he's so endearing and his blunt honestly makes your heart thrum with happiness. Even if he doesn't realise his comments about blatantly stating how "manly" you are always fill your heart fit to bursting.

"So is it ok?" you ask again

"Yeah?! Of course!" he cups your face in his hands and gives you a big kiss on the forehead.

You take a step back to take of your shirt and then you step into his space again and he gives you a massive bear hug, you let out a laugh as he throws you onto the bed. He dives after you and you are both a laughing mess. So much for going to sleep.

He pulls you over so you are laying on top of him and he wraps his arms tightly around you "You are amazing you know that?"

You giggle and reply "You're amazing too Wrecker" and with that you lay there together, humming and laughing softly, an endless loop of uncontainable happiness. You felt so lucky to be loved by someone like Wrecker.

Tech

Tech also doesn't quite understand, he looks at you quizzically and says "Yes? That is fine? Why do you ask?"

"Because it's important?" you respond a little upset by his blunt response

He thinks for a moment and studies your face as he does so, he seems to come to a conclusion and opens his mouth again "Would you like me to close my eyes or turn away?"

You shrug your shoulders noncommittally and Tech considers you for another moment, then his face lights up slightly, like a lightbulb going off in his head. He removes his goggles and places them beside your shared bed "There. This way I can't see and you know that I won't be able to see"

You chuckle at him, he's not wrong but it still feels a little bit silly. He seems to understand there is still some hesitancy and he takes your hand "You should only do what you are comfortable with, and you should know that I would never judge you for your body. No matter what"

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before he nods his head towards the bed. "Do you wish to cuddle or should I give you some space"

In response you scooch over to him and lay an arm over his side placing your head on his palm, which he turns over to cup the side of your face.

"Maybe one day you can ask the Kaminoan's to help alleviate your chest dysphoria. But you should know by now that your body will never define your gender."

His statement makes you tear up a little and you smile at him "Thank you Tech"

"It is no problem my dear"

Echo

Echo looks a little taken aback "Yes, that's fine" he doesn't really seem to know what to say, and neither do you.

Instead, you slip your shirt off and he looks away politely. You touch his arm to grab his attention and turn back but he continues to look at your feet.

"Can I look?" he asks shyly

"Yeah, that's the point silly" you say with a chuckle

"That's not exactly what I meant" he says even more quietly than before. "I mean can I look at you, all of you?"

You feel warmth creep up your neck and cheeks as he says this

"Y-yeah" you stutter out and he looks up at you.

He looks into your eyes first and then drops them to your chest, he doesn't say anything but he also doesn't look for very long. You stand there a little shy and a little self-conscious but he looks away quickly enough that you don't feel uncomfortable.

He takes his one good hand and raises it to your cheek, cupping it gently and you nuzzle into it humming.

"You are a very beautiful person. I feel like the luckiest Clone alive to be with someone as amazing as you. Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share your body with me. I know that couldn't have been easy"

You smile back at him, a grin stretching its way across your face "You can't be the luckiest man alive because I have you, and that makes me the luckiest" He blushes in return, the deep red a stark contrast to his pale skin.

You both crawl into bed and you wrap your arms around each other and slowly doze off, never letting go of one another.

Hope you enjoyed! This one goes out to all my trans brothers out there!

!Feel free to request any other ideas that you would like me to write!

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cursehole · 12 days

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uughghg I feel so disconnected from this username but I'll put it under a cut. CW: suicide/death mention

As an artist, I'm always changing in some way. I always accept the changes wholeheartedly, bc that's what growth is. I feel this username is associated with a part of me who is gone now and I worry sometimes people except a certain sort of content, which I obviously wouldn't force myself to produce. I heavily associate this username with a horrific time in my life bc things began to get really rough around the time I began to use this username and then ofc I went on long hiatuses during the use of this username. My sister's death was not an overnight event. Her physical and mental health deteriorated over the course of years. During those years, it consumed me entirely. Mind, body and soul. That's when I became less and less active. That chapter of my life was horrific, but it has passed. When I say 'passed', I mean to say that my sister is gone and will never come back to me. I am existing in a way I never have before, I'm learning to cope and carry on without someone who made up half of my fucking soul and shaped me in too many ways to count. I'm now in a new place mentally and physically, and using this old username really just reminds me of the difficult times and the art I had created back then. I also draw Fortune much less bc my sister and I heavily bonded over her. She became a comfort character for my sister, and she drew her almost daily for me and made me various other gifts. I often see Fortune now as someone who harbors sadness and loss. It's not entirely the case, but in a lot of ways its hard to draw her now. She was my happiness, and I am blessed she was happiness for my sister too. Now, it's hard to find that comfort in her. Anyway, those reasons are why I want to change my username but have no ideas! ALL of my usernames have been inspired by BMSR/Tobacco in the past but I haven't really connected to any songs lately. WOW rant but it's been on my mind for years. If I go with a new username, I won't abandon this account or anything. At least I'm super happy to say I've finally connected to a new nickname! I have been going by Pony for a long time now, I wish it were my real name lol But it's really really nice to have found a connection with a nickname. Anyway thank you for reading and for following me through all my ups and downs and hiatuses and changes.

edit also:

I still heavily associate with the word ‘hole’, so it would be cool to find username with that word. I love the idea of holes and not knowing what is in them. I also have a connection to sunflowers in more recent years, but the word is so long. Idk! Usernames tend to just come to me, so that’s partially why I haven’t officially moved on from this username even tho I have tried 💀 I always revert back bc others didn’t feel right. Anyway.

#tackytext #tackyvent #typos expected #Addition

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olichat-reads · 2 months

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imagine | bestfriend!shinso x reader

among all the mha boys, i so intensely want to be best friends with shinso.

the BANTER. PLEASE i just KNOW hito is a sarcastic little SHIT and i love him for it. he definitely uses insults as affectionate nicknames and bitch is his favourite. and shortie too bc i believe with all my chest this guy will grow to be a fucking lampost.

his love language is touch, lovingly bullying you and sending you memes at ungodly hours of the night.

you CANNOT tell me this dude is not touch starved. he'll be clingy but the lazy kind of clingy you know? like the kind of person who just slumps over you and just crushes you under his weight. affectionately. and he definitely takes advantage of his height for this.

i also wholeheartedly accept him as erasermic's adopted son with eri as his baby sis. its a running joke amongst his family that they love you more than him. in fact, aizawa was all but ready to swoop in and adopt you into his collection of strays and the only thing stopping him is your less than platonic relationship with hitoshi.

"how is y/n's living situation?"

"dad, no."

"what do you mean no? i just-"

"no."

"toshi darling, why are you stopping your dad from adopting another sibli- OOOOOHHHH."

"dad, please."

they end up practically adopting you anyways in all but a legal sense lmao. aizawa is still pouty grumpy about it tho.

"if you don't end up marrying them, hitoshi, i swear to god-"

#oliwrites #shinso hitoshi #shinso x reader

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mrstsung · 2 months

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Hc time!

Shang tsung hcs

This is cary hiroyuki tagawa shang tsung. Mk11 and or 95 movie

🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍

There are Things i feel shang tsung would totally do or is willing to do.,most definitely. However whether or not he acts upon said things. Is context sensitive and depends entirely upon the relationship between you n him.

*An example. Shang i hc,doesn't initiate hugs at first to strangers,he will accept them wholeheartedly if you initiate. But he wont outright hug you,if he doesn't know you. But if you're the type to hug people,he will indulge. Give him time. A least a couple of weeks to get the feel of your vibes soul .

Scenario example. You greet him for the first time. You bow,handshake,and even hug him. He won't initiate a hug. He bows first,then a handshake. As proper greeting. If you hug him he will oblige,but he won't be the first one to outright hug as a greeting. But over time,he may greet you that way.

Hugs and other close proximity forms of affection are kinda intimate. He won't say no per say. But he won't be the one to initiate them until he feels comfortable with you enough. How long is various,who knows with that man. A couple of weeks should be enough. But it could be a few days. Or a few years. Or a few seconds. Who tf knows with that man.

He is absolutely touch starved tho(you can't convince me otherwise). That's why he allows it. But he's awkward ok?*

Again shang tsung is context sensitive as a character. But that's what makes him fun af to write. Endless possibilities,but he has a formula,method to his "madness",etc.

But here is more random hcs of mine of shang tsung:

Shang tsung would totally shapeshift into other characters to try to "sway your opinion of them" to get you more interested in him,joining him,etc. Whether you actually fall for this is all depending on you.

Like i said with the initial reaction to physical affection. He won't say no. But he may be flustered a bit by it. But once the ice is broken so to speak,over a period of time. He will initiate. And oh boy,this man is grabby grabby hands.

Shang tsung loves to pepper his lover in kisses. Especially from Behind.

Shang tsung absolutely CAN'T STAND STAYING DIRTY. like kombat is kombat,blood is blood. And shit happens. And you're gonna be messy. He is no stranger to this. But staying that way? For days?! Hell no. He NEEDS to bathe at some point or another otherwise he'll be grumpy af and not happy at all. A day or two without it,fine but that's the most he will feel comfortable with. Other than that he will be a a foul mood till he showers.

Shang tsung absolutely loves spicy food,but a reasonable amount. Unlike a certain thundergod . His fave spicy meal is a pork or beef noodle soup. He tends to eat it on special occasions,like lunar year or during tournaments.

He lives on an island so most of his diet would consist of seafood,tropical fruits foreign and domestic,and light but flavorful meals. But heavier foods he tends to only eat like i said during special occasions or on occasion. His fave fruit btw is melon,pineapple,mangos and peaches. And coconut. But not just for food but for hair,body care,etc. Very versatile. So if you give him any gifts,fruit is such a simple and sweet gesture to him.

Shang tsung really likes watching you. Not in a creepy way. But in a "i admire you,like a peice of art" kinda way. Like looking at a beautiful sunset,like he genuinely loves watching you. He's a people watcher definitely. But you,he just admires. Both up close and afar.

Shang tsung if he likes you. Like Genuinely loves you,is interested in you or wants to pursue you. NOBODY,NOT EVEN THE GODS WILL STOP HIM! also a surefire way to know. Is he kinda becomes mother hen around you. He starts saying things like "take a coat dear,or you'll catch a cold" or "ugh,let me do that/get that for you. You'll hurt yourself" "ugh so helpless" then proceeds to do it anyways because he care. He may seem nagging to those that don't know. But that's because those that do (more likely raiden) will see that shit and go *poggers* . Another way you'd know is he lets you do things that require "in close proximity" like tending his hair,helping him bathe or put on his armor,making him tea and bringing it to him. Pouring his wine. He trusts you with his well being. So yeah....he likes you. He loves you. Otherwise you wouldn't even be allowed to breathe in his direction that close.

Shang has a slightly softer bed than most that he grew up with(this man is over 500yrs old. So he's old old school chinese. However i feel shang tsung even for his time was kind of a progressive man. So traditional yes but not a bigoted dick ok?). Shang tsung was spoiled by the soft and silk beds in outworld when he got to be able to sleep in them. He has to have a ton of pillows and blankets. But he still prefers a slightly firmer bed. More like a medium firmness perhaps. I see shang tsung overall loving luxurious things. Of course this was all earned from his fights from tournaments past,rewards from his service once as shao Kahn's courtly mage,and even stolen profits that kollector gave him as tribute to offer for both being a mole and to keep his head and soul in tact.

Shang tsung likes soft light ambiance while sleeping. Sometimes he'll have a soul lantern nearby. But if you dont feel comfortable with that. He'll make them something more soothing. Like butterflies or fireflies. And the sounds will be more pleasant. Or he can silence them if that's better. The ocean waves and natural nature that can be heard throughout the island is soothing enough.

I hc shang tsung just has a natural aura of both absolutely calming energy and absolutely terrifying energy. He can either make you feel in absolute danger but too scared to move. Or....he can lull you,calm you,soothe you,and put your mind at ease. If it's genuine,this works wonders if you have anxiety(like moi). If he isn't genuine,and it's a means to an end. All the more to spread his influence. However.....you're special....so it's not likely the latter unless you're an enemy. But you're his beloved...so count your blessings.

Speaking of which,if you're his beloved nobody in their right mind would harm you. Or their souls would be absolutely taken.

Also shang tsung could read me anything and I'd be happy. I feel most people agree. Also i hc he loves books and loves to read. He loves to sniff books. I know weird. But yeah. You ever smell a good book? Like an old book? Good shit right there.

Shang tsung smells like incense,old books and scrolls,and some other indescribable scent. Something that is sort of an aphrodisiac that is very enticing. What that is specifically depends entirely upon the individual. And it can change or vary depending on the person and if he wants it to be something gentle and inviting. Or something horrible and terrifying(he literally smells dangerous) or he will have a smell that will absolutely make you randy. Either way that man's natural cologne is intoxicating af. He doesn't really need any perfumes,those are for you my dear. Not him. Tho he may use them on occasion if he needs to feel...."cleaner" flesh pits,alchemy,and the trials of kombat are no joke honey.

I may write some more,maybe specific things. But for now enjoy.

🥰💚🐍

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signanothername · 7 months

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Hi! I love your rescue bots art and I was wondering who your favorite bot was?

Hello!! Thank you sm! <333

Ngl the show’s characters are so amazing that it genuinely is hard to say for sure, but I’d say Heatwave!!

Prepare for a ramble >:)

I already have a soft spot for grumpy characters and he falls into that category, but i genuinely love how the writers balanced his character so well that you don’t hate him for his gruffness, he’s that trope of “asshole with a heart of gold™”

The thing is, Heatwave isn’t fully a jerk either, he respects authoritarian figures, gives people credit where it’s due and has a sporting spirit and you can tell he cares deeply about the people he loves, but loves to put on a front (especially when it comes to kids)

He does have a bit of an ego but he knows when to keep it in check (basically doesn’t let his ego get in the way of his rescue work or uses it as an excuse to hurt people’s feelings)

In fact i’d say outta the rescue bots he’s the one who has faith in his family the most when it comes to knowing they can handle themselves, he’s the only one who doesn’t think Dani’s test pilot work is a big deal and explicitly states she knows her job and can handle herself, not that the others’ worries are out of place, it’s just that, for someone like him who’s overprotective, it’s nice to see him have so much faith

We can also see how much of a worrier he is in the “changes” episode, he doesn’t wanna leave the team cause he’s worried about them (and to me, it seems as tho he really doesn’t wanna seperate from them) but i believe that worry is less about him believing they can’t take care of themselves and more tied to his overprotective nature, he was worried they’d get hurt and he wouldn’t be there to protect them

He takes his job seriously both as a rescue bot and as a leader and takes responsibility for any shortcomings or reckless behavior that could’ve endangered people and i actually respect that a lot, cause most hotheaded characters are written in a way that they always think they’re in the right, which Heatwave doesn’t, his character breaks away from that usual writing and you’re presented with a hothead who actually takes responsibility for his actions which is really refreshing to see

The only times we see Heatwave acting recklessly is when he’s sure no one would get hurt, so it’s really funny to see for a hothead like him, cause he actually stops and thinks twice most of the time

All that aside, I do love when he acts like a jerk at times, they’re usually comedy gold moments, that one scene of him making fun of Blades cause of the scoop claw and when Cody gets upset with him, Heatwave literally tells Boulder and Chase “you guys never know when to stop do you?” Like MY MAN THAT WAS MOSTLY ALL YOU DHHDGDGDHHD (we here at signanothername do not condone bullying, we do however find it hilarious /j)

His character contrasts so well with Kade’s too and the two’s relationship is honestly so amazing aaaahxhdhdh

But what i love the most is the fact you can clearly see he grows as the show goes on, most his moments of him being a jerk are at the beginning of the series, later down the line he’s a lot more considerate and gentle, still acts like a jerk sometimes (cause he’s HW come on) but it’s a lot less than when in the beginning of the series

Not only that but how homesick he is and how Earth and Griffin Rock grow on him overtime, he starts very (and I mean VERY) angry, very not on board with staying, hell, he wants to leave in the first episode, but it’s so nice to see his struggle with accepting earth as his new home, and while I wholeheartedly believe everyone struggled through the same thing, they were prepared to look for their peace in their new home, Heatwave wasn’t at peace and he was very vocal about it

That’s why, the episode “Space Bots” is one of my favorites in the entirety of the series, aside the fact it’s a fun and unique episode, it’s the episode Heatwave finally calls Earth “home” and ngl it actually made me tear up a bit

Just THIS SCENE MAN (I love Blades’ big smile at Heatwave at the end, Blades is so proud of HW chhcc)

Obviously to someone who never watched the show the scene seems mundane at best, but to someone very invested in the story and characters? (Cough me cough) it was such a heartwarming scene, Heatwave finally finding some internal peace and calling it home??? 10/10 crying and screaming

Of course, he still struggles, as we clearly see with the Allspark day episode in S3, he refuses to celebrate it cause he doesn’t see himself as part of the community yet, yes he accepted Earth as his new home but there’s still that dissonance between him and the people in Griffin Rock

So it’s genuinely interesting to see his journey towards finally feeling at peace and finding himself among the community he lives with

I love when the bots finally revealed themselves as aliens rather than robots in S4, Heatwave was very apprehensive about it, really scared to do so even when he’s grown fond of the community, so you can imagine my absolute joy at the absolute shock Heatwave displayed when the people of Griffin rock immediately accepted them and were very excited about it

LIKE LOOK AT HIM HE CANT BELIEVE HIS OPTICS

And much, much more I can talk about but we’d be here for days hdhxhdhhd

Anyway I’m done rambling have this Heatwave sketch <3

#you didn’t ask for a ramble/analysis yet here we are #most sincere apologies <- lying #heatwave my beloved #anothers art #rescue bots #rescue bots heatwave #tfrb #tfrb heatwave #tfrb blades #rescue bots blades #transformers #maccadam #transformers rescue bots #ano saves asks #anothers ask

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virgolixx · 3 months

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Could we please get some nsfw/kink headcanons for Cana, Lisanna, and Lucy with a male reader?

Head cannon:

:How are these Fairy tail women with their Male S/O in bed/ their kinks:

Cana, Lisanna, Lucy

Theme: NSFW 18+

⚠️Warnings: Sexual Mentions

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Cana:

Cana is very comfortable with you and I see her being down to trying anything at least once, though there are some things/positions she likes better than others and other she won’t ever do again.

I feel like Cana would be a switch depending on her mood and the situation that got you both needy.

For kinks I’d say Cana wouldn’t really be all into them but would be ok with some spanking and a mixture of praise and degradation. Also be sure to know alcohol would be into the mix, like use it to get you both going, or even make a game out of it (with consent of course), I feel like she wouldn’t mind to try any other kinks.

Rounds: I’d say Cana would go for a max of 3 rounds when sober, but when already talked about and fully in consent probably up to 5 rounds before she knocks out and sleeps.

Noise: she wouldn’t be loud but would let out a couple moans, and occasionally whimper when you outta no where surprised her with a new tactic, although if she doesn’t like the new tactic she’d probably grunt and push your shoulder a bit away, telling you she didn’t like it and to either do what you where doing before or try something else.

Cana Is 50/50 on head, she wouldn’t really go out to do it but if you desire it she’d do it for you, although when tipsy/drunk just know she won’t stop till you practically dry.

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Lisanna:

This little angel is literally so innocent but with a hidden freaky girl waiting to learn and come out. Tbh I feel you would probably be her first.

No doubt about Lisanna is 100% a sub.

For kinks Lisanna doesn’t know much about them hence being innocent and probably learning about them through you, but I believe she’d melt with praises and degradation, body worship/finger gliding. And slight choking.

I know later into the relationship she would include her powers into the mix (basically any type of ears or tails you can pull on).

Rounds: In the begging of your relationship with Lisanna she’d probably just be comfortable with one round and would mostly be vanilla, but later in the years Lisanna would be so much more comfortable with you and with her own body that she would probably like to go up to 3-4 rounds and with slight more roughness into them. During those rounds I feel like she would include her powers during the sessions.

Noise: I see her more to whimper and let small squeaks out though occasionally moan. (During the beginning of your relationship I see her using her hands to somewhat cover her mouth due to being flustered. She would 100% grip onto your shoulders at first due to the new found type of pleasure, and later on Lisanna would loosely wrap her arms around your neck while tugging on your hair).

Head: Lisanna being shy she will not ask to give you head but would gleefully take you if you ask her. (Even if it would be her first time giving you some she’s wants it so bad but hush hush she won’t actually let you know she wants it, nope not ever).

With Lisanna she’s such a sweetheart who would wholeheartedly love you and be ready to try something, although at first was scared to do it wrong or not up to your expectations, but was so happy that you accepted her little to no knowledge and helped her grow into her freaky lil self.

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Lucy:

Lucy is slightly of a freaky girl who is a blushing mess.

Lucy is a sub although occasionally dom tho rare.

For kinks Lucy would be into all the good old ones, choking, degrading/praise, spanking. I also believe she would be into some temperature play and bondage.

Rounds: Lucy would probably go for 2-3 rounds like she’s freaky but not that freaky freaky.

With noise Lucy would be the normal amount, she will moan and whimper a bit.

Lucy would probably disliking giving head but would occasionally allow you to have your fun and go for it.

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dreamingamongthestars · 9 months

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listen even if Max's celebrations were truly "boring", the way anti maxxers critique how he reacts/how they think he reacts differently than most drivers would really shows internalized ableism.

I'm not insinuating that I wholeheartedly believe Max is neurodivergent himself bc it's not right to assume (even tho i always say he has the vibes as a joke), and i don't know him, but if ppl react this way imagine how they react to autistic/neurodivergent people in real life for how they present themselves and react. As someone like that myself, you shouldn't be judging someone for how they react based on how they're "supposed" to react. Just accept us and him for who we are!! He is always such a humble guy and shows appreciation to his team (as the team members themselves say), and thats all that matters.

#anyway rant over pls dont take this too seriously lol #f1 #max verstappen #anti maxxers don't interact #neurodivergent #actually autistic

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anabsoluteagathokakological · 10 months

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#this is what it means #angel and demon in one #both good and bad #i know and accept it wholeheartedly tho #random #agathokakological #favorite word #english

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hannibalruinedme · 7 months

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Hannibal and my life long suffering

I know I'm late. I know you all have been in my shoes and survived. (or did you?)

I'll keep it very simple. I'm a very normal person. Once in a blue moon I stumble upon a piece of media so beautiful that I let it take over my whole soul. The media I consume, consumes me.

Long story short: I've finished watching Hannibal 2 days ago and the ache I feel in my heart is PHYSICAL. If anyone ever told me that I had yet to discover something which would make me feel the way hannibal made me feel, I wouldn't have believed in them. But boy I was wrong. I just know that this masterpiece of a series will forever torment me slowly. I'll never be able to NOT to feel pain whenever I come across Hannigram edits. It'll forever have this tormenting yet not welcomed grip on my heart. Am I suffering? Deeply. Do I want it to go away? No. Do I need more? A thousand times yes. This has to one of the best Achillean shows out there and we did deserve more of it. We still do.

It feels tragically unfair that there is little to no hope for a season 4. Yes I know, the s3 ending is very beautiful in it's own way. But was it worth giving up hannigram over? I don't think so. I wholeheartedly believe nothing will ever HIT home as much as Hannigram does. Once you get the taste for it, nothing ever feels the same.

I'm completely shattered and depressed. I'm not being dramatic when I say that I sigh all day and stay up late watching old Hannigram contents over and over. I've literally texted Bryan (lol) on Instagram begging for more and I Google "Is there any hope for Hannibal s4" 5 times a day. Even tho the fannibals are always thriving (I love you), seeing a content which has "8 years ago" marked under it, makes me feel terribly lonely. It's deeply saddening to me. The phase I'm in right now, I don't believe I'll ever stop waiting for season 4. I've realised, after doomscrolling on reddit, that most of you've accepted the fact that it's over. Well, good for you. I hope one day I'll be able to reach that stage and be happy with how things ended.

But not for now, right now, I'm on edge. I wake up with knots in my stomach and go through my day feeling miserable. (it might sound extreme to some of you but if you've ever fallen in love with fiction deeply, you'd know). So if you're one of the fannibals who's hopeful (delusional) that there might be a chance of a season 4, please, pick me up. I need consolations from all of you. Please tell me what do you think. Is really there ANY chance? Please give me some hope. If it continues someday (someday...) with more Hannigram (as Bryan has already promised in the last online cast meet up) on the toe, I'd be the HAPPIEST person alive. The HAPPIEST. Even a film would do. Just something. Just a bit more of our murder husbands GOD PLEASE.

#hannigram #hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #dr lecter #hannibal season 4 #bring hannibal back #fannibals #not liking it is humanely impossible #best thing ever #season 4 #hannibal season 3 #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #save hannibal

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honeybcj · 1 month

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Hiya han and woah i get my own tag? I'm honored!

Pivoting from horny straight to fluff it's high school non magic au and barty throws punches whenever someone even hints at being Transphobic. Barty gets into fights a lot because of it so he ends up spending most of his time in detention and whenever he does, Evan purposefully does something stupid like starting a fire in the science lab so he gets sent into detention along side barty.

Evan keeps telling Barty it's fine and he can handle the assholes on his own but Barty only listens to him 50% of the time and insists he finds the fighting fun.

Evan also wears one of Barty's hoodies 90% of the time because Ev's parents are dicks and refuse to buy him proper clothes. It's okay tho because Barty doesn't mind lending him his clothes even if it means getting a bit cold in the freezing classrooms in winter and besides, he lowkey likes the way it looks on Ev

hi hi nonnie, so good to hear from you again. and of course you get your own tag! you’re bringing me lots of joy, so it’s the absolute least i can do <3 i absolutely adore this 100000%. as much as i love bloody, violent, emotionally damaged rosekiller, the soft moments are trying some of my favorite. a nice healthy balance if you would.

i agree with everything said here. it’s like, one day barty is trying to find a hoodie to wear that day, but he’s has nothing because he’s practically given everything to evan. evan drowns in them because barty is Gangly. all limbs, legs, and torso. barty likes the fact that he can rest his chin on evan’s head if he wants to. and he does. he’ll be sly about it, but next thing you know, he’s got his arms wrapped around evan from behind with his chin resting on top of evan’s head. and finally evan feels safe and seen. he doesn’t have to question who he is around barty because barty accepts him wholeheartedly. the more comfortable evan gets, the more barty falls. and he falls hard. next thing you know they’re sharing secret kisses and evan’s just sitting in barty’s lap whenever…….

i could go on for ages about the softness between the two of them. kissing your brain for this one! all the soft rosekiller for me <3

#han’s asks #trans evan anon #rosekiller #barty crouch jr #evan rosier

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pinky-the-elephant-room · 2 years

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Clearly not meant to be

➹❥ AN: Hello! I'm back and here's a fic for Shinso! *runs away immediately to hide back in the shame box*

➹❥ Warnings: Manga Spoilers! Shinso x Fem Reader Soulmate fic. Angst. Not for those with the headcanon: Shinso is a cinnamon roll. LOL I kid. But seriously tho he's not nice in this.

➹❥ Summary: Just because you're soulmates doesn't mean everything will work out how it's supposed to.

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There aren’t a lot of things I regret about my life. But if there were one thing, it would be you. Soulmates were supposed to be our better half. The balm to the fucked up shit that happens in the world. They say the soul marks doesn’t make mistakes, but it did the day it made us soulmates. I wish I had never met you. You may be a pro hero, but in my eyes, you were a villain the day you stepped into my life.

I was 15 years old when I was accepted into U.A. I was in the general course of U.A., not intending to be a pro hero. My quirk didn’t call for it. But even just graduating from U.A. could afford me many opportunities in the future, so my parents encouraged me to go for it.

It would be in late March after my 16th birthday that a tabby cat and a tuxedo patterned cat in blackened ink appeared on my wrist. The two cats would chase each other until they got tired and slumped over. Finally, the tabby cat would nuzzle the other cat’s nose. Reenergized, the tuxedo cat would get up and begin the chase again. The inked tattoo of sorts would animate on repeat. I thought it was the cutest thing ever. Better than some of the soulmate connections I’ve heard about like sharing thoughts.

Hitoshi Shinso was a bit curious-looking with dark circles and crazy purple hair. Back then, I felt alleviated from panic, knowing that my soulmate was at least someone I knew. A fellow classmate. Not a stranger on the streets that I would have to start over from day one and hope to impress somehow.

“Please take care of me,” I said to Shinso and bowed.

He bowed in return after an awkward pause and muttered, “Likewise.”

If I had known then that he was lying, I would have never had any expectations from him. Perhaps even resort to drastic methods like mutilating the mark that symbolized our bond. Because even that pain would have been bearable to the pain of knowing you were unwanted and unloved.

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“S-shinso-san, I was wondering if you were busy Friday?” I asked nervously.

It’s been a while since we were revealed as soulmates, and there hadn’t been any meaningful progress between the two of us, and I was beginning to feel impatient. So I thought to make the first move and meet him outside of school to get to know him better. It had taken a lot to muster the courage to even ask, and I was a bundle of nerves despite hoping I could come off casual.

He paused, putting away worksheets in his bag, and looked at me. He examined me for a minute before replying, “Maybe. Why?”

“Oh, uh, I was wondering if you would like to grab a bite to eat with me. The café next to our school just opened up, and I’ve heard good things-”

“I can’t,” He interjected. “I have training with Aizawa-sensei.”

“Oh, right,” I tried not to look dejected. “Maybe next time then?”

“See ya,” he said, walking around me as I stood right in front of his desk.

I watched him leave longingly, wishing he would stay. “Bye..”

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I was so nervous. Shinso had finally agreed to walk home with me. I would ask earnestly whenever I could, and he was always busy for one reason or another. I completely understood because he was the only one of the general studies students applying to transfer to the hero courses. And I admired that and supported him wholeheartedly, which unfortunately meant that usually I wasn’t a priority. But it didn’t matter right now.

I couldn’t contain my excited grin as he and I walked in silence. I kept glancing at him in the corner of my eye, hoping he would say something.

“So, how is training-”

“Hey, Shinso!” a voice cut me off.

Startled, I turned around to see a blond boy waving at him with another red spikey-haired boy at his side. They casually walked up to us, and a pink-skinned girl was tailing along in the back. My eyes widened at their appearance. They were the kids from Class 1-A I remember seeing during the sports festival after I had been disqualified during the first round.

“Oh, it’s you,” Shinso deadpanned. “What do you want?”

“Is that something you should say to a future classmate?” the blond with a black strip in his hair shook his head forlornly. It oddly resembled a bolt. I wonder if that was on purpose.

“You sound confident I’ll make it,” Shinso replied casually. I looked at him, surprised. Of course, he was going to make it. With all the hard work he was putting in, he had to at least be confident in himself.

“Dude, you’re working with Aizawa-sensei. Of course, you’re gonna get in,” Red cut in.

Was Aizawa-sensei the teacher who perpetually looked like he would keel over from exhaustion?

My head whipped back and forth with the conversation in confusion.

“How is it?” the pink one also interrupted. “And how haven’t you dropped dead yet?”

“It’s not so bad,” Shinso shrugged. “You have to work hard, though.”

I looked at my soulmate in awe. I always knew there was something different about him, even before the revelation of us being soulmates. He was so determinedly laser-focused that it made me proud yet envious.

“By the way, the gang is going to that new café everyone’s been raving about. Wanna come?” Blondie said.

I panicked; it took weeks for me to Shinso-san alone. I wanted this day to make some ground between the two of us finally.

“Guys, maybe we shouldn't,” the pink girl said, looking at me pointedly. “I think we’re interrupting.”

I gave her a quick smile of relief, and she winked back at me in understanding.

I could feel my soulmate’s eyes on me before he replied, “Oh, this is just a classmate, Y/N. She wouldn’t mind.”

He didn’t wait for my response and started walking away with the guys. My heart was pounding and I stood there, unable to move. The pink girl who had helped me out now looked at me with sympathy and seemed unsure before she turned around to follow the guys.

The last thing I remember seeing was their backs as I hurried away, my vision becoming blurry with tears.

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This time everything was going to go fine. Or at least I was trying to convince myself. After the disaster of Shinso-san leaving me behind, I didn’t think I could muster the courage again.

Somehow, things had fallen into place, and now I was waiting for my soulmate to show up for our date.

Well, not exactly a “date,” but we were hanging out by ourselves. Nothing school related was going to be discussed. No classmates to disturb us. It was just going him and me.

Alone.

I took a deep breath, trying to subside the anxiousness that was bubbling up inside.

I had arrived 10 mins earlier than the time we agreed on, and Shinso-san hadn’t shown up yet, but I wasn’t too worried because Akihabara on the weekends was notoriously busy. I wouldn’t be surprised if Shinso-san were a few minutes late.

We agreed to meet and spend a few hours playing games at a nearby arcade. I wasn’t someone you would call a gamer per se, but I could go for a few rounds every now and then.

I consciously shuffled aside as a group of loud teen boys walked past. One of them eyed me in such a way that made me uncomfortable, so I fiddled with my smartphone and decided to shoot Shinso-san a text.

‘Hey I arrived a few mins early let me know when you get here.’

The text was sent with a familiar ding, and I stared at the screen for a minute hoping for an immediate reply. But when I didn’t get it, I put the phone back in my pocket with a huff.

I don’t know how long I watched people walk past, feeling melancholy. I reached into my pocket again for my phone to look at the time.

He was 15 minutes late. I took a breath, trying to relax. He probably took the train here and is on his way now.

‘Shinso-san, did you take the train by chance? They’re running late today.’ Another text said.

30 minutes late.

A lone tear ran down my face. I quickly wiped it. Maybe his phone ran out of battery, and that's why he wasn’t responding to my texts. I pulled up his contact and pressed the green phone icon. I held up the phone with nervousness evident in my person. It rang multiple times before going to voicemail.

“Hey! I’m waiting outside of the arcade like we planned. Just call me back. Please.”

I hung up and stuffed my hands in my pocket.

1 hour late.

He wasn’t coming. I should have known from the first text he wasn’t going to show up. But I tried so hard to believe that he would. That he wouldn’t be that kind of person. I gripped my hand tightly, the same one with the symbol of our bond. And for the first time since it had shown up, I felt contempt and misery.

I wiped the tears from my face with the back of my hand. Only for more tears to take their place. I bit down on my fist to prevent the sobs from breaking out. I didn’t want to appear so vulnerable in front of strangers.

2 hours late.

I had waited. I don't know why but I did. I know I should have left a while ago. But I couldn’t bear to leave. I kept thinking, what if? What if he shows up? What if I was mistaken and he had been in trouble?

The tears had dried up, and now nothing but a fit of stoking anger in my stomach boiled as I left the arcade. My steps felt heavy but resolutely determined. I knew what I had to do now.

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“Why do you want to talk?” Shinso asked as he swung his backpack over his shoulder.

The classroom was now empty, and I had asked him to stay behind.

I gave him a look, and he seemed taken aback by it as if he didn’t expect that from me.

“Why didn’t you show up on Saturday? We agreed that we would meet up at the arcade.”

Shinso rubbed his neck.

“If you had to cancel, all you had to do was reply to my texts or calls,” I said, getting louder and louder. “You didn’t have to leave me there standing for hours!” The anger poured out.

“And who asked you to do that?”

I flinched, hearing his deep voice that almost appeared to be bitter.

“Why? Because we’re 'soulmates,' " he scoffed. “Do you know why I came to UA despite everything? It was so that I could make my dreams come true. And for that, I will do anything. I don’t have time for a soulmate. You’re looking for something in me that I’m not willing to give.”

“That’s not true-” I was cut off.

“It’s honestly creepy how you keep trying to make me go along with your fantasy.”

Shinso made his way to exit the classroom.

“I want to concentrate on being a pro hero, Y/N. And you need to respect that,” he said before closing the door on me.

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BOOM!

A nearby quirk I assumed went off, and the shockwaves from the quirk caused the apartment building my family and I resided in, to tremble.

The disaster sirens that usually went off during earthquakes and tsunamis in Japan started blaring into the night. Except for this time it wasn’t for a natural disaster but rather a war between pro heroes and villains.

“Oka-san and tou-san!’ I called when the building finally settled. “Are you okay?”

I hid under a table in my room, which I dived under as soon as the sirens went off. I relaxed when I heard their answering call.

“Y/N, we should head down to the building basement and wait until it's safe.”

Well, as safe as it could get. Since the war started, casualties have become a new norm. Every now and then, we would hear about a friend’s dead loved one from so and so.

I answered back in agreement and slowly started to crawl on my hands and knees from under the table. Just as I was about to stand up, I peeked at the inked soul mark on my hand. We hadn’t spoken in months. It’s the only way I knew Shinso was still alive. The last I heard about him was from my classmates about how he had gotten a license and was fighting amongst pro heroes.

Despite myself, I had worried at first, but that became second nature to tepidly watching the war on the internet.

I spied my sweater on the bed, grabbed and shrugged it on.

“Guys? I’m heading downstairs n-”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence as the roof on top of me collapsed. I shrieked as bits of rubble covered my room - coughed as dust collected in my mouth.

Then darkness as a large of debris landed on top of me.

A distance away, I heard the sound of the familiar siren still going off. My eyes were heavy, and it was difficult to open them. After several tries, I was able to make out my surroundings blearily. It was dark but a bright light overhand illuminated what little of the room I could see.

My room was utterly unrecognizable. Debris and dust covered every inch, and my bed was destroyed as pieces of wood pierced the mattress. Fragments of glass littered the floor as I tried to feel around and move.

It hit me. I couldn’t feel my legs. I looked down only to choke on the blood collecting in my mouth. They were trapped under a large wooden pillar.

Nonononononononononono. I tried to lift it, only to scream in vain.

“Oka-san!” I cried out hysterically. “Tou-san! Anyone! Please help me! I can’t move.”

But there was no reply. No sounds. Just the siren blaring over and over again. And the sound of my crying.

My vision became blurry once again, and sound seemed to go in and out. I was losing consciousness. And the last thing I could remember was, for some reason, yearning for Shinso.

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Before I woke up, I was surprised to hear steady beeping, not the siren I last distinctly remember.

A bright light was overhead, soon overcast by Oka-san’s crying face, but her eyes seemed to glow with relief. A flurry of movement later, I saw my Tou-san’s face, whose typically stern face was also wet with tears.

Someone helped me sit up, and I realized I was in a hospital room with vitals attached to me. My legs were wrapped up, but thankfully I could still wiggle my toes.

I remembered the feeling of acute horror when I realized I could no longer move my legs. But knowing they were ok, though still healing from broken bones, was a solace I didn’t realize I needed.

Over the following weeks, my parents visited daily as I recovered from the incident, which I later found out was from a pro hero crashing into the building when a villain threw them. The pro hero, Miruko, came in person to apologize and ensure I was ok. It was easy to forgive her when I could see the regret permeating from her despite her nonchalant outward appearance.

One particular afternoon, when I was waiting for the nurse to come back with lunch, he showed up.

Shinso seemed more muscular than the last time I saw him. Yet he appeared paler, and his dark circles seemed to have spread somehow, seeming healthy and not at the same time. It looked like being a pro hero wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows.

I didn’t say anything to him. Just staring him down and wondering what he was doing here and with flowers of all things in his hands.

He cleared his throat and offered the flowers to me. “These are for you.”

I nodded and took them from him. Still not giving him a verbal answer.

Maybe it was because Shinsou couldn’t stand the awkward silence so after a few mins, he started speaking again.

“I was there that night, Y/N,” he said, scratching his neck. The familiar sight taking me back to when we were attending UA. “When Miruko crashed into your building. I was there with a few other UA kids. But I didn’t know it was your building until it was too late.”

He seemed to choke on his words here. “The mark on my hand started disappearing.”

“And?” I spoke up. “What does it matter to you?”

Shinso’s eyes widened, shocked at the frank statement. “Y/N, listen, I know I said a few things I can't take back the last time we spoke.”

I scoffed,” I think you and I both know you don’t regret it. And isn’t it a shame that you didn’t even know your soulmate was dying a few feet away? All because you didn’t know where I lived. Maybe you would have if you gave me any time of the day.”

He had nothing to say in reply but- “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those awful things to you.”

But it was too late. I didn’t want to hear it. It took a roof to land me to register I was over it. I realized all those months of separation I was still waiting for him despite the fact I kept telling myself I wasn’t. I kept checking the news for anything. A mention. A sighting of a UA student with a brainwashing quirk.

Now I knew for sure that despite being soulmates, some people just aren’t meant to be.

“I don’t want anything to do with you.”

He opened his mouth to say something.

“Please leave.” I looked down determinedly and ready to press the nearby button to call the nurse just in case he refused to leave.

I didn’t dare look back up again until I heard his footsteps receding. I clenched my jaw and looked up at the hospital room’s ceiling so the tears wouldn’t drip. It was better this way. He had all this time to give me a chance, and he never did. It took me almost dying even to notice me.

That was the type of person I didn’t need nor want. Or at least I tried to convince myself desperately so I wouldn’t call Shinso to come back.

#shinsou x reader #bnha x reader #shinsou x y/n #shinsou x you #shinsou x fem reader #shinso hitoshi #bnha prompts #bnha imagines #hitoshi shinso #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinsou #shinso x reader #shinso x y/n #shinso x you #shinso x fem reader

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iamconstantlyinpain · 2 years

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Umm.... I see your request box is open can I ask zhongli apt childe angst where the reader ( who is an s/o) dying whether it's being killed or by sickness. Please be modern au! For Childe, I'm sorry if this ask bother you feel free to ignore my request ( sorry if my english not good because it's not my native)

Oh u silly how could i ignore your request when you're the only one in my inbox~

Tho thank you so much for requesting! I haven't written anything these past few months and I'm glad you still requested a fic from me, very appreciated!

Since it's been months since i last wrote a fic, please do forgive me if there are mistakes (spellings and grammar). So here goes.

His

A Zhongli and Childe x Reader (separate)

warning(s): angst, reader d*ath, headcannon-ish format

Zhongli – His Denials

- Zhongli himself knows that every journey has its end, he knows that one day the life he's been living for the past thousand years would come to an end, and he also knows that one day, that someday, the most precious life that he had always cherished will come to an end.

- He could only close his eyes and try to divert his thoughts from the thought of his lover, you, dying, and leaving him all alone

- Instead of scaring himself that the situation is inevitable, he lets himself be selfish and think that you won't leave him, that you'll stay with him till the end of time, considering that you were also an immortal like him, he likes to think that you'll never leave, never die

- You'll stay and continue to shine him with your radiance, shower him with all the love you could ever and possibly give him. You'll stay and embrace him from the moment you both fall asleep in each other's arms, until the sunlight shines through the window and curtains once more, that he'll be the one who gets to see your sleepy eyes and your hair strewn across the pillow, but still give him the most beautiful and gentlest smile that he knows

- He likes to think that he'll be able to kiss and hug you as much as he wants, that when he calls your name you'll be just around the corner and ready to accompany him

- Even though he said so himself, all things come to an end, he denies everything that's happening in front of his eyes, he denies that fate has finally decided to face him and cruelly treat him as if he wasn't already been treated like it

"Love...? Can you hear me? Please tell me you can hear me" he asked, begged you, your body cradled in his arms, hand in his as he feels your grip tight

"Zhongli... Zhongli... I love you so much..." you whispered out as you held onto his warm hands, you were cold and the man you loved was the only thing you wanted right now, for him to hug you and tell you everything will be alright

"I love you too (Y/n), much more than what you could ever imagine" he brings your intertwined hands to his lips and kissed your knuckle, it felt warm for you, the little heat managing to calm your racing mind.

With the little bit strength you manage to come up with, you cupped his cheeks which he accepted wholeheartedly, his own hand cupping yours as his thumb caress the back of your hand

"I know... that we promised each other... our eternities... but please do forgive... me my love..." your voice progressively getting weaker and weaker to a mere mumble, you look onto his amber eyes that you spent time getting lost to with all the love you have and still haven't gave

"As much as I don't want to forgive you, you are the only person who can get past me and break our contract... but is there any way for you to not break it?" He asked with hope in his voice

"My love... Zhongli... please don't let yourself suffer... from... memory... forget... love... so... much... sorry..." your eyes were losing their light as the seconds pass by

Zhongli holds your face close to his, eyes on yours and foreheads touching, your hand on his face going limp, he catches it though, refusing that it's gone cold without him noticing until now

"No.. No... I will not forget you, I cannot forget you, you will be the only thing in my mind and heart for millenias to come, I love you too (y/n), never forget that please..." he looks into your eyes that has now dulled, life in it no more

"...don't leave me yet" he begged, but you were no longer with him

- He denies that all he see is red, your face that he always like to see first thing in the morning and last thing before he goes into the land of dreams, now pale and lacks the same brilliance and warmth he had remembered a few hours ago

- He denies that you're no longer responding to his words, no longer holding his face, no longer looking at his eyes with the same love he had felt a few minutes ago

- He denies that he won't be able to hear your voice, your gentle laugh and even the most boisterous one that he had always find contagious, that always made him smile and laugh himself

- He wants to deny that it was his mistake that you died in his arms, that it was his own selfishness and carelessness that took you away from him.

- Yet he doesn't, and he accepts that it was his contentness that made him lose you right in front of his eyes, he'd like to put the blame to the ones who killed you, but he believes he was the root of the situation he had never wanted to see

- It was his fault that the contract between the two of you broke, if he could have only protected you much better, never let you go and never be in any harm's way

- It was his mistake that lead to your death. He mourns for you, but for now, he likes to think that even in your last moments, you still cared for him and never blamed him for not being there to protect you

Childe - His Regrets

- Childe was no stranger to death, it was always looming over him considering the work he's doing and the hobby that he likes to do

- He never felt remourse for the people who died by his or others' hands, he had always found them as play things and nothing more

- No sounds of guns or knives and swords clashing made him nervous and fearful, never made him scared that a life is soon to be taken the moment those sounds cease

- But the beeping sound of a heart monitor does, the constant beeping gives him hope but also with fear, specially for the reason that the love of his life was the source of those beeps

- It was the sound of the heart he had always loved listening to, when he lays his head into your chest, he loves the thumping of your heart because it signals him that you're still with him, there and loving him with all you've got

- He would love to put his head into your chest again, resting his body and letting his guard down around you and get some rest. To be able to feel safe and loved, embraced in your arms that had always made him feel warm

- He would love to just lay with you in bed or on the sofa, listening to your voice and hums, his head still in your chest, he likes the vibration that he feels whenever you talk about your day or just about a random thing you thought about

- He would love to be able to feel your heartbeat race whenever he kisses you out of nowhere, or when the both of you just finished training and sparring with each other, he likes to see you gasping for air to steady yourself, and go for another round

- He would love to hold your warm hand in his and just be there for you solely for the reason of loving you and caring for you

- He knows he could've done this any day back then, because you were always there waiting for him to come running back into your arms and accept him with all your heart

- But now as much as wants to do all those things with you, he can't, not when you have your eyes closed and body connected to various tubes and wires

- He can't do it, not when you can't stand up and hug him back with equal fervor, not when you can't hear him nor talk to him, not when you're almost at death's door, and your only hope was losing it's chance against all odds

- The only thing Childe could do was hold your hand and bring it up to his lips, kissing it with the love he can manage. He only notices he's crying when feels your hand getting wet underneath his lips

- He could taste the saltiness not only of his tears, but also the situation in front of him, he had long tasted it, but as days pass by and you not being there to reassure him that you're fine and he's fine, that everything's fine, it was becoming more unbearable and he just wants to put the blame onto someone else

- He wants to blame someone and kill them for doing this to you, but no, it wasn't anyone's fault, it wasn't his fault, and it wasn't your fault. It was no one's fault, that's why he can't accept the fact the something was taking you away from him but he can't do anything

"(Y/n) baby, if you can hear me, please tell me.. please, that you're okay, you're going to be just fine and—and everything's gonna return the way it is" he mumbles in your hand, tears streaming down his cheeks and falling onto the bed sheets

Squeezing your hand with both of his as if it would make you move or flinch from the sensation, but to his dismay you didn't react the way he wanted you to

A sob came out of his throat, and then another, and another until he's crying uncontrollably. He knows you don't like seeing him cry, but maybe if he cried for you, you would wake up. That was what he said on the first days of your unconsciousness, that if you heard him sniffing and sobbing, you would wake up and comfort him, bring him into your arms and tell him everything will be alright, and... you're there

With him, not in some place that he can't go. He had long lost hope that him crying would wake you though, the reason he's crying hysterically now is that this would be the last day he'll see you breathing

It had been too long of a wait and you did not show any signs of waking up before. Childe was against it, he was willing to spend millions and millions of money if it meant that you were gonna wake up again and show him that beautiful smile of yours that he had always loved. But after some thoughts and alone time... maybe it's finally time to let you go.

"I... I don't w-want to let g-go please—wake up (Y/n), please wake u-up" he pleaded, but as he had always expected to happen, you did not say anything back

"Just say something—anything please.. (Y/n) damn it.."

"I don't want to say goodbye"

Now he regrets all the times that he did not spend with you.

This took a week to finish even though I could've done it faster and finish it in two days. But i hope you all like it!

And tumblr wasn't letting me put spaces in between my paragraphs, so i am so sorry if it caused you any discomfort while reading.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin angst #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #childe #zhongli #childe angst #zhongli angst #x reader angst #character x reader #character x reader angst

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cyrusthedragon · 3 months

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I almost hate how conservative (?) i am about miraxus... Lemme explain myself.

To begin with, I'm a classical nalu (x nagray, cuz natsu and gray are a married couple, i don't make the rules), and i love gajevy, and my other (other-other) pairings are hannigram, sns, sterek, destiel, geraskier, draciolus (if you know - you know), eruri, like..im a classical pansexual they/them with classic ass OTPs, and most of them are fuckin' GAY, and ofc i love it ... More gay = good for me, i love gay people, these are my people, my nation. Even the fuckin' Zukka. I love 'em. I think everyone should be gay.

But miraxus?

Heterosexuals.

Hundred percent.

Fucking heterosexuals.

I'm SHAKING abt it, LIKE, DAMN, BOTH OF YOU ARE SO FUCKIN' FRUITY, LIKE, LAXUS, THE FUCK DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT? U GAY MAN. U FUCKIN' BEAR. WHY ARE YOU SO GAY. And I'm looking at Mirajane and you don't know but SHE IS MY WIFE, AND I AM FEMALE, MY SEX IS FEMALE, SHE IS- SHE IS LIKE A DREAM. HAVE YOU SEEN HER? SHE'S. SHE'S. SHE!!!! S H E ! ! ! ! SHOULD I REALLY EXPLAIN MYSELF? MIRAJANE FUCKIN' STRAUSS.

But then.

I prefer to listen to my inner voice.

And my inner voice is saying they're both heterosexuals. MAXIMUM bisexuals. I can't explain it, i seriously cannot, i just genuinely think Mirajane somehow likes men (eeewwwww, ghoooorl, whyyyyyy), and Laxus likes women (understandable. relatable.), and I'm comfortable with it. I just think that's how it is, cuz it's fine - being heterosexual. I love them no matter what. And i know a lot of people ship also Mirajane x Erza, and i think it's wonderful, like, they are wives, c'mon, they are... But 2x.

Please tell me I'm not the only one who can separate canon-canon, fanon-canon, and fanon-fanon. Please. I need to know I'm not alone in this fucking fandom thinking this way. I really need it. I swear.

Canon-canon: we don't know their (miraxus) sexuality, so they can be whatever they want, they don't show any romantic interest in anyone in the PLOT of the anime/manga, in the action, not covers, etc.

Fanon-canon: Mirajane and Laxus are at least bisexuals and are prolly gonna end up together, Mashima said so, i think so, that's understandable and logical for me, i (personally) like it, cuz their personalities suit each other, that's why i wholeheartedly ship miraxus.

Fanon-fanon: they are all gay. All of them. All on them. Not a single person in that fucking guild is even a slightest bit hetero. No one. Literally zero heterosexuality per person. This is THE guild of lesbians and gays. AND I LOVE IT. I truly sincerely absolutely love it (cuz it once again makes Mirajane MY WIFEY, I LOVE MY WIFE!!!!).

And there's a second thing i hate abt myself when i think about miraxus compared to every single other pair i ship: when i think abt eruri or sns or *whoever* i think like yeah, they're gonna have max. two kids. That's all. Three - is unbelievable, but acceptable. But like..more on the unbelievable side, ykwim. Highly likely just two kids.

BUT MIRAXIS? IN MY HEAD? IN MY FANON-FANON HEAD? FIVE. And never less. (In fanon-canon just three).

FIVE CHILDREN. FIVE. FIVE FUCKIN' CHILDREN. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY BUT I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT. I DON'T KNOW WHY. I JUST DO. The older twins (boy and girl, ctrl c & ctrl v, the girl is copied from Laxus, the boy is completely Mirajane's child, except for appearance). Then - the third boy, and now HE'S looking like Mirajane, and calm like adult-her (not when he's pissed off, tho, when he's pissed off he's gonna throw you at a fuckin' wall with his confident soothing smile remaining). Then is the fourth girl with Laxus's hair and she's her grand grandpa's baby, she's like fem!Makarov, my ghorl is a calm clown, you don't know she's high until she opens her mouth. The fifth is also a girl and she's the best. And beast. Have you ever seen a baby capable of killing the whole guilt at the age of two years? She can. Cuz she's just learning how to talk and dad once said 'fairy law' and she repeated it and, well, they're so lucky she doesn't hate anybody........... They're so lucky... And now she's banned from magic. Yeah.

The happy family. One Mirajane, one Laxus, one miraxus mix, one Makarov copie, and one FUCKIN' DISASTER. Lovely, lovely children...

Am I okay? No, I'm not, wtf.

#fairy tail #laxus dreyar #laxus x mirajane #mirajane strauss #miraxus #fairy tail laxus #fairy tail mirajane #mirajane x laxus #ft miraxus #ft laxus #makarov dreyar #Mirajane Strauss is my wife

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