#it's very frustrating but i'm done meddling with it
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everything I want...
bucky barnes x plus size!avenger!reader
summary: being sent on a mission with bucky should be a piece of cake, but he's been acting strange around you for weeks now and you have no clue why.
cw: SMUT, fingering, oral sex (fem rec), shower sex, p in v sex (unprotected), creampie, breath play, breeding kink, pregnancy/lactation kink (very little), possessive pervy bucky (he gets a bit feral in this one), solo masturbation mention (m), steve rogers meddling being a great wingman, angst with a happy ending, 4.4k words
a/n: my entry for the lovely @nickfowlerrr 's seven deadly sins event 🖤 Lust is the sin I chose for this fic and really it was an excuse to write filth lol I really hope you enjoy it! (and a quick thanks to everyone who encouraged me to keep going, this fic wouldn't be here without you)
18+ MINORS DNI
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"You'll be with Barnes for this mission. Get in, get out, no big deal. We've done this before and it doesn't look like it'll be much of a problem."
Steve smiles politely at you as he hands you the briefing folder with all the info on where you'll be going and why.
"If it's so easy why doesn't Barnes go alone?"
You regret opening your mouth as soon as the words come out, choosing to bite your lip and open the folder instead of looking at Steve's patented Look of Disapproval.
"Be ready and on the jet in two hours," Steve sighs.
"Yes, Captain."
Steve marches out of the room, always moving like a man on a mission even when he's not on one. No, this one's just you and Bucky. The man who's been avoiding you like the plague the last few weeks. Someone who you thought was at least a friendly acquaintance, a close colleague maybe.
He went from joking with you on the jet and bringing you coffee when he got one for himself from the canteen, to not even looking at you. Like even daring to lift his head when you walked by would get him booted from the team and sent back to Hydra.
You wouldn't say the two of you were close, but being a part of this team, working with these people; it was hard making friends with people who didn't understand, who didn't live on the compound. Sure there were SHIELD agents you saw here and there at the gym or around medical or the offices. But you saw Bucky damn near every day since you joined the team. And now out of the blue he was pretending like you didn't exist.
It didn't help that you had a not so teeny tiny crush on the man either.
Maybe this mission was a peace offering, Steve's way of getting the two of you to rebuild, reconnect. For the betterment of the team...or whatever. The sooner you got it done, the sooner you could get home and get away; from Bucky and from your own hurt feelings.
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Steve was right, the mission didn't take long at all. You were able to get in and get out with the information you needed with little to no fuss. Barnes was the perfect partner to watch your six with the way he was avoiding you and it totally didn't bother you that he hadn't said a word to you outside of what was strictly necessary. Totally.
When you got back to the hotel, Bucky got on the phone with Steve right away, still avoiding. He did need to call Steve to debrief, but he wasn't even saying much, just standing there with the phone to his ear, grunting every now and then.
Frustrated, you sat on the edge of the bed and pulled of your boots. Bucky was facing the window, looking over the city. The hotel room was modest, but modest for Tony Stark's standards was still luxurious and you wanted to take advantage of the shower that was practically the size of your bedroom back home before you guys left. You weren't waiting for Bucky to shower first.
"I'm taking a shower," you called out. Bucky made a noise but didn't turn around. His back muscles shifted against the tight black tshirt he wore when he shrugged at something Steve must've said over the phone. You couldn't hear what they were discussing but you could sense Bucky's tension from across the room. From the way he looked you'd think the mission was a failure, that he was reporting back with terrible news even though you know everything went well. Your fingers itched to rub soothing circles over his back, ease some of that tension away...
Shower, think of the shower. He doesn't deserve it.
Once you figured out which knobs controlled which of the four differently angled shower heads, you hopped in. Your clothes lay discarded on the sink as steam filled the room. It was heavenly. You'd have to ask Tony about installing a system like this in your apartment.
As you soaped up with the hotel body wash, your mind started to wander to the same person it always seemed to these days.
Part of why Bucky's sudden rejection was so painful was how much you'd grown to care about him. It felt silly, having a crush like this at your grown ass age, but that's what it was. Your stomach fluttering, your heart racing. You hoped he didn't know just how much he affected you every time he brought you coffee or talked to you or sat near you in a meeting.
Maybe that's why he's been avoiding you, maybe he caught on and...he doesn't feel the same way. Maybe he's trying to put distance between the two of you so you'd get the hint.
God, how embarrassing. You stand there with your hands on your chest, over your breaking heart, and try to hold it together instead of blabbering like a baby.
Of course he doesn't want you. He's a super soldier, practically a God. And he's been through so much. He's not the type to want a...girlfriend right now, especially someone on the team.
Suds drip from your breasts as you try to finish your shower, bending over to scrub your feet while you try not to cry. It's silly, silly and stupid. But you were hoping that even if he didn't like you that way, that you wouldn't lose a friend too.
The thought of him never speaking to you again makes a tear finally fight its way free and you choke out a sob as it falls down your cheek. You hope the pounding water is enough to mask your choking sobs but who knows. Your emotions are all over the place. You can't seem to stop crying and you're angry. Angry at Steve for putting you on this mission, angry at your tears and angry that Bucky might be totally lost to you.
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Bucky can smell you.
He stands by the hotel window, holding the bridge of his nose like that'll make it stop. It never does. You're always there, invading his senses. Not just your body wash or the shampoo you use, or the heavy floral stuff the hotel has stocked up in the bathroom. He's trying not to imagine you using the individually wrapped bars of soap to lather yourself up not twenty feet away from him, but just like his hand on his nose, nothing helps.
No, even under all the artificial stuff, it's you that drives his senses wild. Something encoded in your goddamn DNA that fries his brain.
It took him a while to figure out what it was that made it hard to be around you. He could ignore it at first, when you first joined the team. He was still fresh himself, finally coming back to be a do-gooder with Steve and the team after talking time to heal and scrape away what was left of Hydra's programming. There wasn't time to acknowledge the way his dick twitched every time you entered the room. It wasn't appropriate. And Steve would kick his ass for chatting up the newcomer anyway.
But as the weeks and months drew on, as he found himself getting more comfortable, more used to a routine that always seemed to revolve around you, he couldn't ignore it.
He felt like a dog in heat. Most of the time he could manage it, but there were days out of every month where he'd scramble for the nearest bathroom, broom closet, empty meeting room, anything after being with you for even five minutes so he could relieve himself. Biting his lip until he bled to keep from cursing your name as he worked his fist over his cock until there was nothing left.
It was maddening, the shift in your scent. He craved you constantly, but those times when his needs couldn't be ignored he felt out of control. Like he was a snap of your fingers away from becoming him again.
It wasn't until you left your phone unattended in the compound gym that things started to make sense.
You had been chatting on the treadmill with a SHIELD agent. Bucky pretended to be focused on his workout while he listened in to your conversation. Your agent friend was talking about her and her partner trying for a baby so you recommended a period tracker app that you had been using for a while.
"It's great! After you've been using it for a few months it can predict when you'll be ovulating for max baby making potential."
Your friend laughed at the saucy tone in your voice, Bucky nearly dropped the massive dumbell he was curling on his foot. Images of you, breasts heavy and leaking, swollen and pregnant with his child was all he could see. And fuck him, he wanted it, needed it, craved it.
So when your friend was gone and you hopped off the treadmill momentarily in search of your water bottle, leaving your phone behind, Bucky took his chance to sneak a quick look.
It was all right there. He remembers the last day he could smell you so strongly he could barely stand it. He almost got caught in the gym showers, slamming a crack into the tile wall when he came so hard his vision went black with the scent of you burned in his brain. He didn't see you for two days after that but when he did there was a coppery edge to your scent. And the app on your phone proved it.
You were ovulating. Your body was practically screaming for him, demanding that he do what he was made to do and breed your sweet cunt. His need to rut into you, to bury himself deep and pump you full of his cum over and over, no matter how long it took until it sticks, finally made sense.
Bucky already knew he cared for you, but he didn't want to scare you, overwhelm you. He wanted to do right by you, take you on dates, show you how special you are to him. But this feral need to claim you wasn't stopping any time soon either. Maybe, he thought, he should give you some space. Give whatever this feeling was done distance and it would calm down. Then...then he could tell you how he felt. He needed to clear your scent from his mind before he was trapped in a constant state of relieving himself by his own hand month after month, wasting what belonged to you in tissues and shower drains.
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So he stayed away, for an entire month at that, before Steve got sick of his shit excuses and put the two of you on this mission together.
"Whatever's going on with you two, you need to work it out. We're not in forth grade any more, Buck, you can't pretend a girl has cooties just cause you feel weird about liking her."
Bucky tensed as he heard her boots fall to the floor behind him.
"I don't-"
"Don't bullshit me, Bucky."
"Language," Bucky's lip quirked, almost a smile.
"I'm taking a shower," you called from the other side of the room. Bucky grunted, not trusting himself to say anything more. He could feel your eyes on him.
"Just talk to her. I know what you're gonna say, she deserves better than a jerk like you. But she doesn't deserve the cold shoulder."
Bucky shrugged, forgetting that Steve couldn't see him. He heard the bathroom door click shut and his forehead dropped against the window.
"You don't get it, Steve. She's different. I can't control myself around her. I'm hanging on by a thread here."
Steve sighs and says something else but Bucky barely hears it over the sound of running water and your clothes hitting the floor.
"Bucky, you there?"
Shit.
"Sorry, I should...I gotta go."
"She likes you too, idiot." A part of him knew but hearing it out loud felt surreal. "I got the same senses you do. Better even," Bucky shakes his head at Steve's teasing, "I can hear her pulse pick up when she looks at you, how her breathing changes. How she sits close to you, touches you whenever she can."
Bucky shivers thinking of your hands on him, pulling him into your shower with you, letting him get close enough to touch you the way he's dying to touch you.
"And you know I can smell how wet she gets when y-"
"Watch it, Rogers," Bucky snaps with a growl in his throat.
"Then get your shit together, Barnes! She wants you too, you're not gonna scare her off."
Bucky wants to tell Steve he doesn't have any idea what he's talking about when he hears what sounds like crying coming from the bathroom.
"Alright, if you're done playing matchmaker I gotta go."
Bucky hangs up before Steve can say another word and tosses his phone on the bed. Before he can think better of it his boots are off and he's pulling his shirt up and over his head. His heart is being torn to shreds with every sob that shudders through thin walls and he has the sinking feeling that it's all his fault.
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You don't hear the bathroom door open, but you feel the rush of cool air hitting your back. Before you can wipe away your tears and yell at Bucky for coming in before you were finished, he's right there. His hands grip your waist and turn you around.
"Bucky.
"Shh, I've got you."
He pulls you in, crushing you to his bare chest in a fierce hug. You don't know what's happening or why but he's here. Finally he's here and you're not gonna do a thing to stop it.
Your face is still wet with tears when he kisses you, consumes you, more like. His lips, teeth, tongue invading your mouth and begging you to open up and let him take all of you. You're shaking when he lets you go long enough to breathe, but his hands don't let you go, only wrapping around tighter and lifting you up against his broad chest when he feels your legs go weak.
It's everything you've every dreamed of, there's no way it's real. He's naked for fuck's sake. You can see his discarded jeans on the floor by the door, feel the evidence of his nudity pressing long and thick against your thigh.
His lips work down the length of your neck, down your chest, to suck a puckered, soapy nipple into his mouth. He's looking up at you with those murky blue eyes and your mind goes blank. You don't care why he chose now of all times to see you, to touch you, as long as he doesn't stop, as long as he keeps sucking and licking and biting you just like that. And you really must've hit your head because, fuck, you're already this close to coming and that's never happened before.
Your thighs press together, searching for any kind of friction, as you tug on Bucky's hair. When you pull, his eyes roll back. He groans, the noise shooting straight to your pussy.
Still holding you up with one hand, Bucky bullies your thighs apart with the other, spreading you open and on your tip toes so he can slide his fingers over your cunt. Two thick digits slip between your folds and shove into your cunt. You gasp, writhing around his fingers. It's too much, you feel so fucking full you can barely stand it. But Bucky keeps working his fingers, scissoring them, spreading them deep as he pumps them in and out. Your nails scrape against his skin, scrambling across his broad shoulders to find purchase as he brings you careening fast over the edge until you're plummeting, screaming his name as you spasm around his fingers.
He pulls his fingers away and you watch, dazed and panting as he sucks them clean. The way he moans around his fingers nearly has you coming again.
"Bucky, please," you don't know what you're asking for but you don't care. You'll gladly take anything he gives you.
"Need more," he groans, his eyes glazed. "Can I have more, angel?"
You're nodding wildly as he sits you down on the shower bench. Hot water rains down on his back and he's lifting your feet up on the bench so he can keep you spread wide open. His big hands clamp down on your thighs and it would be almost painful if you weren't distracted by the way his mouth latched onto your clit.
"Fuck! Bucky, oh my god," there wasn't any stopping your rambling, begging, pleading. It was too much, too good. Bucky's moans vibrated to your core. He feasted on you like you were his last meal, licking every drop of your juices, sucking each fold before fucking into you with his tongue.
You could think, talk, breathe. All you knew was Bucky's touch as he made you come again. Your legs shook and your back arched and it went on for what felt like forever, this mind blowing pleasure that you almost didn't feel worthy of. That he looked up at you as he cleaned you up with his tongue like you were everything to him in this moment made your eyes well up again for being so emotional.
A look of worry wrinkles Bucky's brow.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
With a shaky hand you brushed back an errant hair from his forehead and caressed his cheek. "No, I'm fine. Sorry, I just get emotional like this before, y'know..." You didn't want say it, especially not to a guy you liked right after he ate you out. It was hard to look at him still sitting there between your legs, your face feeling hotter by the second.
"You mean before your period?"
You sputtered and tried to close your legs. No way, there's no way you're talking about your period with your dream man with your legs spread open like he's your gyno.
"Don't hide from me," Bucky growled. You watched, your jaw dropping, as he nuzzled his nose into your mound at the apex of your sex and breathed in deep, filling his lungs with your scent.
"How did you know?"
"Your phone, you left it open at the gym." Bucky doesn't stop kissing your mound, your belly. It's like he's a cat and you're the catnip. "And I can smell it on you. Your scent changes, gets...deeper somehow. Like you're calling to me."
Suddenly he's lifting you up and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist with a shout of surprise. Bucky grabs one of the giant hotel towels on his way out of the bathroom, carrying you like it's nothing. It is for him, but it's jarring. You always forget that he's not just some guy. Like the fact that his enhanced senses don't just include hearing and sight. Of fucking course he can scent you like a bloodhound.
Bucky lays out the big, fluffy towel and drops you on it, watching with hunger in his eyes as you jiggle when your body bounces on the mattress. You want to cover yourself with your arms and squeeze your legs shut, but you hear his voice in your head.
"Don't hide from me."
Bucky crawls on top of you, his thick arms and broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the room. It's just him and you and this bed. And between you his cock pushes thick and needy against your weeping cunt. His hips twitch as he kisses you, lightly rubbing the thick vein running down his cock through your folds.
"Please, Bucky," you whine against his lips.
His forehead rests against yours briefly before he sits back on his heels. Bucky's heavy-lidded gaze is hungry, staring at the way your cream coats his cock.
"Please don't tease me, Bucky," your plea comes out shaky and unsure. "I can't take it."
Bucky caresses your cheek, tugs at your bottom lip with his thumb.
"If you let me in, I don't think I'll ever leave."
Your brows pinch, your heart hammers away in your throat. You get the feeling he doesn't just mean in the physical sense.
"I don't want you to leave."
Bucky's eyes shut and his jaw clenches and you reach for him. To take his face in your hands so you can pull him close and look into those beautiful blue eyes when he finally thrusts inside. And he lets you.
You hold him in your hands as his whole body shakes. You've never felt so full, so complete, but you need more. If only he'd move, you need him to move.
"Bucky-"
The growl that explodes from deep in Bucky's chest is the only warning you get before he pulls back, nearly all the way out, and slams back in. The force of it shoves the air from your lungs and you can scarcely catch your breath before he does it again and again, picking up pace until he's hammering into you, pounding you into the mattress. His groin grinds against your pelvis with every deep thrust, the thatch of hair there teasing your clit.
Bucky takes you by the throat, tenderly at first, saying, "Look at me. Don't look away, beautiful, keep those eyes open."
It's a struggle but those blue eyes ground you as your mind tries to float away. You don't know what sounds you're making, what you're even saying but Bucky shushes you, tells you he's got you, you're his.
"My pussy. Mine to fill up, right, beautiful? All mine."
You nod your head as best you can with his fingers on your jaw, babbling nonsense. He doesn't slow or stop, that super-soldier stamina helping him keep a brutal pace.
Bucky grabs your right thigh, turning it over so it's on top of your left and holding it there with the hand not on your throat. Your eyes roll back at the way the new position has him grinding against your inner walls. You thought you felt full before, but this is something else entirely.
Your hands fly up to Bucky's forearm, desperate for a part of him to hold on to as he looms over you, taking what belongs to him. His hand on the meat of your thigh tightens as he grunts and groans and you grip at the hand on your throat, silently begging for his gentle hold to tighten too.
His eyes soften, as he shifts his hand and squeezes. This man could end you right here, right now, with a twitch of his finger but he's looking at you like you're delicate, so fucking delicate and it doesn't make any sense. Your brain is fried, everything feels like too much and just right at the same time. Like you're meant to be here under him, full of him, taking everything he gives you.
"God, you're so beautiful."
Your legs shake under his grip and you feel yourself implode. His words ricochet around your head as you come, coating his cock, and the sheets, with your release.
Bucky's grip on your throat loosens and he collapses on top of you, capturing your lips with his, cradling his arms around you. His full weight on top of your twisted, bent body is a welcome pressure. You never want him to leave.
"Mine," he growls again. "Gotta fill you up, breed this sweet little cunt so everyone knows you're mine. I can't hold back anymore. Say it. Say you're mine."
"I'm yours, Bucky," you cry, "all yours. Only yours."
Bucky lifts your right leg up over his shoulder, spreading you wide open. He brings his thick fingers down on your messy cunt with a wet slap and you cry out, shaking as you come again.
"That's it, beautiful. Milk me fucking dry."
Bucky's hips stutter and go still and he shouts, spilling inside you, filling you to the brim.
Bucky lets your leg fall from his shoulder and collapses on top of you. Before he can suffocate you, not that you'd mind, he rolls the two of you onto your side and holds you tight to his chest. You can feel his release slipping out, oozing down your thigh. There's so much, you don't even want to think about the clean up. Not now, not when it's so much easier to think about how good it feels to be here, in his arms.
"You're mine," Bucky whispers into your hair, taking a heavy breath, filling his lungs with your scent.
"All yours," you smile, your cheek pressing against his solid chest.
"I mean it. Not just here, not just tonight. I want to make you mine, angel."
Bucky sounds so serious it almost worries you. You turn your head where it rests on his bicep, trying to not get distracted by how big it is. Those blue eyes of his are soft but searching your face, like he needs you to understand, to know that he means it.
"I want that, Bucky. I want it so bad."
Your voice is quiet but you know he can hear you loud and clear, can hear the desperation in his voice mirrored back in yours.
His big hands roam your body, caressing your breast, your hips, like he wants to touch you everywhere all at once. You help him settle on a place by lifting your leg and curling it over his hip. You can see it on Bucky's face, how much he needs you. The way your combined scents make his nostrils flare, the tightening of his jaw. His fingers leave your hip and delve between the juncture of your thighs, a groan rumbling through his chest.
"Bucky," you pant as his fingers play in the mess he made, slipping in and out of your cunt.
He kisses your forehead, continuing to work you open once again.
"Need to have you again, angel." Bucky doesn't wait for you to respond before he's guiding himself in til you're full to bursting. "Gotta keep you stuffed full, baby."
You shudder at his words, his hands roaming your body.
"I'm yours, Bucky. All yours."
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Quitting I.M.P.
So... this is my first post on Tumblr! I'm not sure if I formatted everything correctly, but I hope it's somewhat readable! I decided I would go a bit tame on my first post since it's also been a long while since I've written anything for fun, but I hope y'all enjoy!!
Pairing: Blitz x Reader
Warning: Swearing
Word Count: 1.8K
You felt the anger boiling over as you and the other I.M.P. crew crossed into Hell from where you were on Earth.
It was supposed to be a simple mission. Kill some cheating husband or something of the sort. It should have been a quick in and out, and to be fair, it was. That’s not what bothered you.
For the past couple of missions, Blitz had taken away your chance to kill anyone. Every time you set up to kill the target, he would swipe in and kill them first, or he would have Millie or Moxxie take care of it. You knew you were one of the more recent additions to this business, but you had done more than prove yourself working with them in the first few weeks. It pissed you off, and this time around wasn’t any different.
You were packing away your lunch quickly as you tried your best to mask your frustration and anger.
“Are you good? You look like you want to bite off someone’s head,” Loona said as she took notice of how hard you were clutching your bag.
“Just peachy,” you muttered as you began heading out.
Luck, however, was not on your side as you remembered that the entire crew was supposed to go out for drinks that night.
“Took you long enough, (Y/N)! The fuck were you doing anyways,” Blitz asked as you stepped back into the main lobby.
You had to fight off a snarl that threatened to come out. Both Millie and Moxxie noticed something was wrong since your sweet demeanor was nowhere to be found. You took a breath before responding.
“I was packing up my stuff for the night,” you calmly responded, ensuring your emotions weren’t showing. You knew leaving it all pent up would end up bubbling over, but it hadn’t happened yet.
“You could just leave it here! Drinks are on me tonight!”
You clutched your bag tighter and saw Moxxie looking back and forth between you and Blitz.
Moxxie was the only one who knew about your crush on your boss because he happened to find you drunk at a bar one time and wanted to make sure you got home safe. Boy had you spilled a lot of information about your feelings that night. Luckily for you, Moxxie wasn’t the meddling type, though he did encourage you to tell Blitz how you felt.
“Respectfully, sir, I’m really tired, and I just want to go home,” you said with a bit more hostility than you meant to.
The crew looked at you, confused.
“Maybe we can do this another-“ Moxxie tried to interject, but Blitz interrupted him.
“The fucks got your panties in a twist?”
You felt your eye twitch as Moxxie cringed.
“I don’t know SIR. How about the fact that these past few clients we’ve had, you’ve managed to take the opportunity from me to kill them,” you spit out in exasperation.
“Are you fucking serious right now,” Blitz moved closer to you, “You’re getting paid regardless. Why the fuck does it matter?”
You clenched your fist tighter but stayed firm where you stood.
“I didn’t join this fucking business just to stand around and look pretty asshole!”
You saw Blitz’s eye widen at the curse word since he wasn’t used to hearing it come from your mouth.
“If you think I’m shit at my job, then fucking fire me or tell me what I’m doing wrong,” you yelled at him.
He remained speechless before you saw his expression change.
“Maybe I fucking should! At least someone who is actually pretty to look at, just in case, you bitch!” Blitz yelled in your face.
The silence that followed was extremely tense, as you and Blitz were suddenly very much in each other’s space. You felt your heart completely break, and Moxxie saw the quick, pained expression you couldn’t hide before becoming stoic.
“Sir, that was uncalled for. They are highly skilled at their job. It would be a mistake-“
“No, you know what Moxxie? You heard it from the boss himself,” you laughed mirthlessly, cutting Moxxie off.
You backed away from Blitz and picked up the bag you had dropped at some point during the screaming match. You began walking towards the door. Moxxie tried to stop you, but one stare showed that you weren’t fucking around. You heard Blitz sigh behind you.
“(Y/N), wait-“ Blitz started as you turned around quickly with your hand on the door handle.
“No, Blitz. I’ll make this easier for you. I fucking quit. Find someone better than me in all aspects,” you say harshly.
You couldn’t help the tears that were pooling. Blitz’s eyes softened when he noticed, but you didn’t see it. You were ready to go, so you pushed open the door.
“You can’t just quit like that! On such short fucking notice! I can’t find someone that fucking quick,” Blitz yelled.
You couldn’t hear the desperation in his voice, only that he was yelling at you.
“Don’t fucking yell at me! This business is no longer my fucking problem! God, I can’t believe I ever had feelings for you,” you scream at him as you walk out the door and slam it behind you.
You were unaware of the chaos you left behind when that door closed.
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It had been a week since you quit I.M.P.
Luckily, you were wiser with your paychecks than Blitz, so you had enough to tide you over while you searched for a new job.
Everyone except Blitz had come to visit you separately. The first and shortest visit was Loona. You had forgotten your favorite necklace in the office and begged her to drop it off.
When she arrived, she was surprised to see you in disarray. Your hair was slightly messy, your eyes puffy, and you hadn’t changed out of your PJs. It was the day after, and you were utterly heartbroken.
“Thanks, Loona,” you whispered as you took your favorite necklace back.
“No problem. Blitz saw me leaving with it, though. Moxxie managed to step in before he could reach me. Not like I would have handed it to him anyway.”
There wasn’t much conversation before she decided to return to the office.
The following person to visit was Millie. Luckily, she saw you in a better state than Loona did, but your eyes hadn’t lost their puffiness.
“Me and Mox miss you, (Y/N). It’s not the same without you,” Millie said as she passed you a pint of ice cream.
“Right…”
“I’m serious! We know you’re good at killing, but you were also fun on the field!” Millie looked at you, and you knew she was being genuine. You thanked her, and she stayed with you that night, watching many movies.
The last person to visit was Moxxie, who had much more to say.
“I’m sorry (Y/N), but what made you think that was the best way to confess?” Mox said as he stood right next to you in your bed.
“It just came out, Mox. I didn’t mean to,” you sighed as you tried to fight off the tears again, “I wanted my words to hurt him as much as he did.”
After speaking those words out loud, you curled into yourself and silently cried. You heard Moxxie sigh.
“(Y/N), I really think you should talk to him,” Moxxie said, something in his tone.
Still, you didn’t respond.
“I know he can be- “
“Moxxie….I need you to leave,” you said with a tear-filled voice.
“(Y/N),” Moxxie tried to start again.
“Please,” you begged.
“Fine…I’ll be back, though,” he said, sighing.
You felt a kiss on your head, and a few seconds later, you heard the door close. You let yourself cry and spend the rest of the day in bed.
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That was two days ago. You finally had enough and knew the money wasn’t never-ending. You began your job searching, but you weren’t having any luck.
You sighed as you dropped face-first on your couch, trying to forget all the horrible interviews you had been on today. You weren’t a perfect fit for any of the jobs, and you were beginning to wonder if it was worth it to return and get your job back.
You looked at the time and realized that you had been out all day. You decided to change into your comfy pajama shorts and tank top, deciding you weren’t going out anymore. If you were still working at I.M.P., you would have much more to do on a Friday night.
You turned on the TV, letting it lull you to sleep as you spent another night alone.
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You were awoken at 1 AM by knocking on the door. You groaned as you wondered who could be waking you up at this hour. Moxxie did say he would be back, but you didn’t think it’d be in the dead of night. You yanked the door open, speaking before processing who stood before you.
“Damn it, Mox, I was slee-“ You cut off your words when you realized it wasn’t Moxxie in front of you, but Blitz.
You moved to shut your door again, but he shoved his foot in the door frame before pushing the door open and inviting himself in.
“That’s fucking rude,” Blitz said harshly as he took a look around your apartment.
“Says the asshole who’s inside an apartment that he wasn’t invited into,” you spat back at him.
You saw Blitz roll his eyes and turn back to face you fully. You avoided his eye contact as you walked to your kitchen to get a drink of water. You heard the clicks of Blitz’s boots as he followed you.
As you filled your cup, you tried to think of what to say, but luckily, you wouldn’t have to.
“Can we talk?”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Blitz,” you said as you moved past him to walk to your bedroom, “I don’t work for you anymore.”
“Christ on a stick (Y/N), can you stop being a bitch for 5 seconds,” Blitz told you as you set your water down on your nightstand.
“Get the fuck out of my room! No, out of my house,” you yelled, walking towards him, having half a mind to toss him out.
“No, not until we fucking talk,” Blitz said as he closed your bedroom door and walked towards you.
“I’ve already said there’s nothing to talk about,” you yelled in exasperation.
“Fucking fine,” Blitz yelled back.
You watched him turn to your door, hand on the handle. You were confused as to why he wasn’t leaving.
“Are you waiting for an invitation, Blitz!? Get the fuck out,” you began walking towards him again.
“Fuck this shit,” you heard him mutter before he abruptly turned around.
You had no time to react before Blitz pulled you into him and kissed you hard. You let out a squeak of surprise, and Blitz used this to deepen the kiss. After the initial surprise, you began kissing back. The kiss was desperate, your teeth clashing and your pulse rising significantly.
You had no idea this was where the night would take you.
I hope that was fine! Please bear with me as I try to get used to Tumblr (and forgive any formatting errors)!
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Since there is a lot of misinformation when it comes to the "incident" that got Joost Klein disqualified I figured I'd put a post out with information from actual news outlets and not speculations from social media users.
If you are too lazy to read everything, here's a summary of everything I've been able to find:
After his performance in the semi finale, Joost was filmed despite agreements he wouldn't be.
The camera woman did not listen when he asked her to stop several times.
Joost got angry and made the camera woman in question feel so threatened the police was called on Joost.
Despite what fans think, it was confirmed by Dutch commentator Cornald Maas that the Israeli act and their delegation were not involved. I understand the frustration with their participation and I ranted about their disgusting behaviour at Eurovision here, but they were not involved with this incident.
He did not hit or even touch the woman involved.
Nor did she make any remarks about his parents.
STOP SPREADING MISINFORMATION.
Continue to read for more details.
Edited only for later addition (as indicated) and slightly changed the wording because I was rambling in the initial post.
According to Avrotros (the Dutch broadcaster of Eurovision), Joost had made a threatening motion towards the woman.
According to the Swedish Aftonbladet, multiple witnesses say he behaved very aggressively and damaged/broke(?) the camera.
The rest of this will be speculating. Hopefully as unbiased as possible.
Based on other interviews and discussions about the incident in Dutch media, it sounds like Joost was probably just very overwhelmed. It is reasonable to think the artists are under a lot of pressure to perform well, and it's fair to conclude the controversy of Israel's participation has only added to artists' frustration and the pressure. Add the whole aspect of this being Joost's childhood dream and the passing of his parents and the fact he had already complained about the many many rules of eurovision and you get this explosion of emotions and frustrations. Apparently he also gets very emotional during the outro, and I imagine such a performance does come with loads of adrenaline.
Considering that nice little cocktail of stress, frustrations, emotions and adrenaline, it is likely he just snapped. He was already on the edge, and then the employee filmed him when he didn't want to be filmed and didn't back off when he asked her to, so he did something stupid and irrational.
That is a human response, I don't think he's a bad person for that, I just think he did something stupid in the heat of the moment. If it was something really bad he would've been arrested and locked up, so I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. That does not mean he should go unpunished, however.
Whatever he did, he made this photographer/camera woman (sources alternate between which one it was) feel so threatened the police got involved. I trust this judgement.
Don't get me wrong, I do think she should have stopped filming when she was asked, but we don't know the full story here. She could have misunderstood the situation, maybe she was unaware of the agreement she should not have been filming him, maybe it was just a stupid mistake.
Regardless of what truly happened, I hope we can all agree both were in the wrong but both have also been punished enough now.
The employee in question should not have been filming in the first place and stopped when asked.
Joost should not have done whatever it was he did.
For the love of god, please stop meddling in situations we know virtually nothing about and definitely stop taking sides. It is never ok to wish horrible things upon anyone.
We don't know what happened and chances are we will never fully know. We don't even know any of these people, we don't know what they are like, we only have little bits and pieces.
I also really want to know but it's not that difficult to just shut up and not say anything in favour of or against anyone until we have more details. You can condemn people for their actions but not when we don't even know what those actions were.
They both should have been punished and they both were.
A bunch of you should have been punished for the vile things I've seen you spout about Joost or this poor woman.
Basic fucking decency and common sense is not that difficult.
Later addition: (I've calmed down a bit)
I posted this about an hour ago but I want to add I do support Joost and feel bad for him but if it is true he punched and broke a camera it disqualification was not an unreasonable punishment. The awful rumours were just an unnecessary kick in the stomach.
If it turns out he did not damage the camera I will happily eat my words.
It is a pity he did not perform in the grand finale considering the huge potential it had but we can't excuse that behaviour. I hope he learns from this situation enough to prevent himself from getting in more trouble.
This does not mean I support the ebu btw <3 fuck the ebu
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Meet Me at the Farmers Market! - 3. Sunflower
Farmers Market! Joel Miller x Confident! Plus Sized F! Florist Reader
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Series Summary: What does a Contractor do in his spare time? Sell his wood carvings at the Saturday Farmers Market, of course! A Grumpy x Sunshine Joel Miller series collective of one shots, Updates every Saturday!
Rating: M
Word Count: 1.5K
Warnings: Jealous! Joel Miller, Tommy is a meddling little shit, Joel is emotionally constipated, Joel checks out his new vendor neighbor like a fucking caveman!
Chapter Summary: Joel, meet Sunflower. This story takes place before parts 1 + 2.
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"I heard there's a new vendor this week."
Joel grunts, lugging the 10x10 pop-up tent from his truck as Tommy casually steps out of the passenger side, a cigarette dangling lazily from the corner of his mouth.
"Put that out, asshole, and come give me a hand," Joel says, dropping the tent onto the blazing Texas pavement.
Tommy flicks the cigarette out into the wind, snagging the pop-up table from the truck bed as Joel lines up the tent with precision, not a hair's breadth off from the designated markers.
"You ain't a bit curious about your new neighbor? Sylvie spilled the beans. Says it's some out-of-town florist, a friend from her college days. Rumor has it she's a looker... and flying solo," he says, shooting Joel a pointed look, a sly smirk playing on his lips.
"Oh yeah? and how did you get Sylvia to tell you this?"
"I have my ways."
"I'm sure you do."
"So, I was thinking..."
"No."
"Oh come on, Joel! You didn't even know what I was going to say!"
Joel grabs the last crate from his truck, slamming the tailgate in frustration as he shoves it into his meddling brother's chest. "Why would I be interested in some random girl who," he huffs, "I ain't know nothing about? What if shes..."
"Silvie showed me a picture of her, she's exactly your type!" Tommy pulls out his phone, flicking through his messages. "I just so happened to ask her to send me one of her photos..."
"I'M. NOT. INTERESTED." Joel snarls, gritting his teeth.
A JDM minivan, adorned with painted sunflowers, pulls up behind the brothers, a voice calling out as they bicker.
"Excuse me," a sweet and amused voice breaks through, observing the tense standoff between the two men. "Mind if I slip into my stall real quick?"
Joel pivots toward the voice, a glare etched on his face, irritated at being caught in this compromising and - rather fucking irritating - situation. "Just hold..." His words trail off as he lays eyes on the girl — no, a full-fledged woman, his new vendor neighbor. Goddammit, he thinks, she's fucking gorgeous. Fucking Tommy...
It's Tommy who speaks first.
"Well, hello there!" he calls out, a look of satisfaction on his face as he faces you. "Don't mind us, let us get out of your way!" he pulls him aside, rolling his eyes at his brother's sudden silence. "I fuckin' told you," he whispers in his ear. Joel swears he feels his satisfied told-you-so smirk as he pivots toward your direction, the smug bastard.
You pull into the stall next to his, your hair piled up into a messy bun, sunglasses perched on your nose. You're wearing an oversized flannel, the sleeves rolled up to your elbows, hints of flowers - Jasmine? - delicately tattooed on your forearms. "Thanks!" you call out, your voice - your voice... The voice of a fucking angel, he thinks, his Adam's apple bobbing as he nervously nods in your direction.
"Need a hand?" Tommy says as he approaches you, his hands in his back pockets. "Joel's just about done setting up, why don’t I give you a hand? I’m Tommy, by the way. That grumpy asshole right there is Joel.”
“Are you sure? I mean, I got..."
"Don't you worry your pretty little head off, Joel's a big boy, he can manage."
Joel rolls his eyes as he sees Tommy saunter over to you, opening your door as you step out of your van. He breathes heavily as he sees your legs pop out, the sight of your very short jeans cutoffs barely covering your... assets. Those shorts should be fucking illegal, he thinks as he fiddles with the collar of his shirt, suddenly too tight and constricting, the Texas sun and the heat suddenly plunging him headfirst into the depths of hell.
Joel glares at nothing as he watches the two of you from the corner of his eye, your head thrown back as you laugh - with your entire fucking body - at something stupid that his brother is telling you as you both look in his direction, Tommy's head shaking as you playfully slap him in response. How in the fuck does he make it look so easy? he ponders as he sees his brother effortlessly make buddy-buddy with his new vendor neighbor.
"Dad," Sarah calls out as she stands next to him, mindlessly arranging his woodland carvings on his vending table. "What the hell is up with you today?" she chides as she takes in her father's tense form, his hands clenching atop the table. She looks in the direction that her father is looking at, seeing her uncle standing next to you in your stall as you arrange several floral arrangements on your table. "Who is that with Uncle Tommy? She's new. She's pretty, Uncle Tommy doesn't waste a darn minute, huh?"
"I don't know," Joel grumbles. "Some transplant from out west. Sylvie's friend."
"Sunflower? That's her?"
"Sunflower?"
"Yeah, Sylvie's friend from Washington. They were college roommates, she's planning on opening a nursery in town sometime soon. Next to your office, I heard. I want to pick her brain, she's totally cool! She lived in Japan for a while, and learned ikebana!"
"Ike... what?"
Sarah rolls her eyes at her father's ignorance. "IkeBANA, the art of Japanese floral arrangement?" she motions to the flower arrangements on her table. "It's not like the stuff you get at the Whole Foods, it's totally fucking cool!"
"Language, girlie."
"Dad, I'm in college now, I'm a fully realized adult, and if I like to recall," she gives him a pointed look, "I didn't have the best influence about swearing growing up, especially with you and Uncle Tommy cussing each other out every five minutes!"
Tommy waves in your direction as he approaches Joel and Sarah, a wide smile on his face. "Shes somethin' else," he says to the both of them, placing an arm around Sarah as he nods in your direction. "Her family was stationed in Yokosuka back when she was in high school, that's how she learned how to do all of her arrangements and shit. She also does this thing where she fixes broken stuff with liquid gold... her pottery is fucking amazing! better than these fucking critters we be selling every weekend..."
"Kintsugi, Uncle Tommy. That's what it's called."
"Whatever it is, don't ya think she would be perfect for your old man?"
Sarah scoffs, punching Tommy in the ribs. "Didn't you just spend the entire morning flirting with her?"
"Tommy flirts with anything with two legs"
Tommy flicks Joel off. "I have you know, I was talking up your Papi for the last hour, tellin' her all about his woodland critters and how he's a business owner, shit, I even offered his services for her new nursery...."
"Tommy..." Joel warns, shaking his head in frustration. "We ain't got time for some new project..."
"Her new space is the one next to ours! you know, Jimmy's old spot! It's hardly an inconvenience! I'm sure judging how your mouth flopped like a fish when you laid eyes on her you wouldn't mind her being around so much as you like to deny it!"
"Hi," a voice interrupts the three of them, their eyes darting towards you in shock.
"Hey Sunflower!" Tommy clears his throat as he motions at you. "What's that tree you got in your hands? It's a baby!"
You look at the Bonsai tree in your hands, it's reclaimed pot laced with gold. "Oh, it's just a little gift for Joel, now that we're vendor neighbors," you reply, a shy smile on your face. You hand it over to Joel, his hands slightly gracing yours, as he looks at it in wonder. "It's in a reclaimed pot that I fixed with liquid gold... it's called Kitsungi. I hope we can be friends, and thank you for offering to help out with the nursery, Tommy told me you own a construction company..." you look up at him expectantly.
"Dad..." Sarah whispers, nudging him. "Say thank you!"
"Your tent is three inches off from your marker, by the way," he replies as he places the bonsai off to the side of his display table. "You might want to get that checked out, don't want to get a fine or anything like that."
"Oh," you reply. "Yeah, thanks for telling me..."
"What he means is, thank you, Sunflower. I'm Sarah, by the way. Joel's daughter," she cuts in, clearly embarrassed by her father's gruffness. "Don't worry, he's not always like this!"
"He's actually always like this," Tommy mutters.
"Well, It was nice meeting you all," you say as you look in Joel's direction. You nervously bite your lip as he looks at you intensely as he suddenly licks his lips in response. Tommy and Sarah both look at the interaction, giving each other a knowing look. "I hope to see you around," you say, turning as you walk back to your booth. "Thanks again!" Sarah yells at your retreating form.
"Joel... what in the..."
"Don't fucking say it, Tommy."
"You just looked at her like she was in fucking heat or something, what the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Don't!" he warns, looking in your direction as you bend over, grabbing a basket off of the ground. He adjusts his collar again, his face suddenly covered in sweat.
"Oh Dad," Sarah muses, looking in your direction.
"You're SO FUCKED."
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So, I work in practical make-up FX, and I swear, the best work we put out is in conjunction with the CG FX dept. I'm deeply frustrated by people's reaction to a lot of the work we both do, because so often I'm not given enough time on a project! Whether it's "there's no budget for overtime" or "they only want to shoot it once" (don't get me started on that one, I hate it so much. You NEED to be able to shoot something multiple times goddamnit.) There's so much pull on where the budget is going, and so many moving parts in any film project!
I have a lot of criticism for the industry as a whole, but most of us just really want to make good shows!
I'm sorry people keep being shitty about your industry. I really enjoy your reel, and I think your work is amazing.
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& MOOD. i like to think for the most part, all of us from preproduction to postproduction, just want to make the best show/film we can given the resources we have. you never know what will be a stinker or a hit and you have to treat it all the same with the budget & time given. and more often than not, if something goes wrong or weird, you have only the highest of higher ups to blame. Sometimes I dont even blame the director, a lot of times their hands are tied because of studio meddling.
it's a team effort. no one is trying to throw anyone under the bus or purposefully replace the work done by someone else. again, we love practical work too :(
and wow do outsiders have a lot to say about budgets when even i dont know what the budgets are. looots of armchair experts out here (anyone ever notice how vfx is simultaneously very expensive or super cheap depending on who you ask and what point they're trying to make in that moment? so which is it? willywonka.jpg)
anyway thank you!!
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Shameless | Prologue
Genre: Thriller/Horror/Romance/Smut
Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences
Word count: 688
I stopped by the mailbox hoping for some good news today, "Adonis, halt." I told the Golden Retriever, I pulled out the mail; there were letters addressed to Sarah and Sophie. Only one was addressed to me; I locked the mailbox before walking up the steps.
Walking up the porch stairs, Adonis barked. "Hey, you, done with your morning jog?" Sarah asked with a faint smile. I hand her the mail, "How's Sophie?" I asked. Sarah sighs as she gets up, and follows Adonis inside the house. I bit my bottom lip and followed behind, "I worked all day for this shit!?" Axel slammed Sophie's bedroom door and came rushing down the stairs. "Hello to you as well..." I muttered as Axel slammed the front door on his way out.
Sarah and I exchanged looks before running upstairs and to Sophie's room, "Soph, you okay!?" Sarah called out, knocking on the door. Sarah pulls out the spare key; we step inside. Sophie was puking her guts out in the bathroom; Sarah rushed in to help her. I leaned against the door frame, "What happened?" I asked. Sophie sobs, "Axel found out about me being an erotic performer,". I pinched the bridge of my nose in annoyance, "You didn't tell him?! Sophie, why didn't you tell Axel?" I asked.
Sophie pukes even more; Sarah sends me a soft glare. "Sophie, how did Axel find out?" Sarah asked, "I...Jungkook told him about it; he found the website." Sophie cries and looks at me. "Your stupid boyfriend told him before I could." She sobs. I exhaled sharply and walked out of her bedroom; I stormed into my bedroom and grabbed my phone.
Jungkook didn't answer his phone until the fourth ring, "Hey babe, I'm sorry for getting to your call late," He said. I rolled my eyes, "Oh, cut the crap Jungkook, you told Axel about Sophie's job?! Are you fucking kidding me?! You had no right to meddle in," I said, letting him know that I was very pissed off and irritated. I could hear whispers on his end; I pressed my tongue inside my cheek. Oh, he's fucking dead meat, "Baby, you know that Axel is a very good friend of mine, and he was worried that Sophie was cheating on him. So I did what any friend would do, you know." Jungkook said, letting out a shaky breath. No doubt he's out fucking someone. "Oh shut the fuck up, Jungkook, don't ever meddle in a relationship that isn't yours," I said, hanging up.
I sighed in frustration; Adonis ran into my bedroom and nudged my leg. "Yes, I know...I know." I whispered, patting his head as I sat down on my bed. I took a deep breath and looked at Adonis, "Okay, I'm calm now...what am I going to do about Jungkook? Should I break up with him? I mean, I just discovered he's been cheating on me with Charlotte," I said. Adonis barked and placed his paw on my lap. "What would you know, Adonis? You're a pup. A baby who lives without a care in the world." I whispered and ruffled his soft golden hair.
"Hey, you okay?" Sarah asked; I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, just thinking...I'm thinking of breaking things off with Jungkook." I said, getting up from the bed. Sarah looked perplexed, "You're really gonna do it?" She asked. I smiled and nodded, "Yeah, besides, why would I give him another opportunity to cheat on me." I said. Sarah nods, "True, so have you heard any news from the internship?" She asked. I gasped and looked for the beige envelope; it was sitting on the desk. I opened the letter and began to read it carefully, "At least I got good news today," I said with a grin. "Did you get it?!" Sarah asked with a smile, I nodded, and we both squealed. "HWANG Enterprises, wow, Y/N this is great news," Sarah said.
I sighed in relief, "It is; I can't believe it." I whispered as I looked at the letter. This is the new start I was looking for.
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But, regarding Niger's decision; the further along we get into this phycological and physical war of attrition on the global population, the more and more, I guess, comfortable I see people becoming in questioning American's persistent acts of violence against countries (nations, states, etc). And, honestly, I want it to happen more than it is now.
The outright comfort and impunity that the America has as it meddles in other people's affairs, all on the pretense of "protecting national security" or "stopping terrorism", really, really depends on the belief that American(s) will continue to believe in, or never question the idea that America has any business establishing military bases all over the world, and "intervening" in other people's business.
The fact dumbasses like Twitch streamer Destiny can say stupid shit like, "Arabs are incapable of anything but violence", or that our US news media can so comfortably run a narrative like "Iran is behind Niger's decision to end relations with America and France", and never receive pushback for it, is becoming less and less tolerable for me.
But in the words of anti_mia_, "So what?" So what is Niger is working with Iran? Like, that's literally none of your fucking business America. Unless you're invited to work with them, you don't get to say who these people work or collaborate with. And, honestly, people need to start fearing getting popped in the mouth again for saying blatantly racist shit.
I'm still learning about BRICS, but, like, if the intention is to isolate America to the point where it actually has to start cooperating with the global populace in order to sustain itself, more power to 'em, honestly.
America makes it more and more clear that they, and their fellow collaborators (so-called Israel, Egypt, Saudi Arabia, France, Canadian, Britain, etc) thrive on this constant mode of fearmongering. It's why, in the grand scheme of things, we've seen so little (lasting) change in here in the States when it comes to equity and our way of life, and why the backslide into overt-racism, loss of access to information, and loss of bodily autonomy, is happening so quickly, so rapidly.
Racism, specifically antiblackness, requires that people buy into the idea that they're under constant threat of destruction, that others need to be disenfranchised to make them comfortable.
All of which to say, capitalism and whiteness needs people to be afraid of alternative ways of life. It needs people to believe that everyone outside of the states are barbaric ingrates out to "take away their freedom". And less and less people that view the world around them as "the enemy", the less and less power the ideas powering the two party system and capitalism itself has.
And this is not me saying we're going to become a problem free society. The shit the elites have done to create this system? The shit we've done to each other in a state of constant survival and being raised in a very violent, unhealthy society? That's gonna be like tearing lays of wallpaper off a perfectly bare wall. But, I believe we'll become less of what our societies are now, y'know? A crumbling deck of cards pasted together with blood and totalitarian ideals.
It's not a question of if liberation happens, for Palestine, for America, others, y'know?
I'm just frustrated that it's going to take more than our lifetimes to actually see fruition. We're building toward it, obviously. I'm not saying we're doing nothing, but it's the experience of getting there that makes it hard, y'know? If you believe in people being reborn after death, we'll be radically different souls and individuals on the other end of this journey. We won't know who we used to be, or how we contributed to the changes.
Experiencing all this violence, witnessing all this harm, all this preventable damage. It wears on you, makes you cry, makes you want to withdraw. But that's never gotten us anywhere.
"I just want to fast-forward to the part of my life when everything's okay."
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canon questionare meme: #5, 6, 7, 8
canon questionnaire // accepting . . .
5. What’s the best thing about the fandom?
Uhhhh... hard one to answer 'cos I don't really engage in the fandom often lol. I think on my main blog, I follow only one (1) other Tekken blog. I guess I really like the fan content - especially the cosmetic mods for Tek8, and the fanart. Good stuff! Though, I guess I will say that the fandom peeps that follow me are also very awesome. I used to argue with a lotta ppl on the sub reddit, but the ppl here are understanding and epic. The Jin Support Club ✊
6. What’s the worst thing about the fandom?
A lot lol. I guess the worst thing is just ... the way a lotta fans criticize Jin. I swear, a lotta my arguments on Reddit was just concerning Jin's character because people either don't understand him (SO MANY were saying he "cared for nobody" prior Tek8's release) or they just bring up Tekken 6. What is so frustrating about the latter is that say, let's look at another fandom - as bad as ppl wanna say the Star Wars fandom is, they understand when a character's actions are uncharacteristic and when to reject this. Like almost the ENTIRE FANDOM can agree that Luke was written terribly out of character in The Last Jedi, and they can agree that the dude trying to redeem his father wouldn't try to kill his nephew because of "bad dreams". Hardly anybody argues about that or tries to insist on Luke being a Bad Jedi because of his actions in Last Jedi. In fact, most people still fondly look at Luke because they think of the first three movies he was in. YET, with the Tekken fandom... the fandom is just INCAPABLE of doing this and it's really weird. It's almost as if they see these characters as real lol. Like whereas the majority of Star Wars fans won't bring up Last Jedi when discussing Luke's character, the majority of the Tekken fandom WILL bring up Tekken 6 when discussing Jin's. Like you can't even fondly talk about Jin without sb saying "BUT THE WAR! ☝️🤓" Like even when you DO point out it's bad writing, they'll say "well he still did it! we can't ignore it! 😊" Maybe not entirely but... you can still acknowledge the writing goes against Jin's character, and it's something his character wouldn't have done if he remained in character with competent writers / no director meddling.
7. What’s the best thing about the canon you are writing?
Hmm... is this pertaining to Jin only, or the lore as a whole? Idk really how to answer this because I've already discussed how much I love Jin and why I love him. I'd say I found the devil gene concept extremely interesting, more interesting than the other "evil" curses fighting games do. Buuuut... the devil genes been totally whacked up by retcons, I'm not sure if I can say that either. The prob is, Tekken canon is so frickin LOOSE, it's hard to even pick a favorite thing about it haha. Like I say somethin and it's like "ooh... that's no longer canon..." Even when I talk about Jin's portrayal, it's like "ooh... yeah... but that was ruined momentarily..." Other than what I said when talking about why I started writing Jin, I dunno how to answer this one!! Maybe I'll go back to this when I come up with somethin'... I feel kinda awkward now. xD But LIKE, I love the Tekken story. But I already stated how I like the cast, why I love Jin, the game's fun. And... yeah!
8. What’s the worst thing about the canon you are writing?
The inconsistencies. Like I understand some retcons, especially if they're really needed. But like... Tekken does retcons EVERY game it seems, and then they're just... stuff that didn't need to be retconned in the first place. I've already went into great detail about how sloppy and confusing the devil gene lore is. But like here's another example - this is a minor and UNNECESSARY retcon. It was Lee who fixed up Alisa and gave her her freedom or whatever. But in her TK8 bio, it says it was Dr. B / her father...? What? Like I get that they maybe wanted Alisa to bond more with her father / creator. But like... couldn't they do that in another way? People say this is minor, but the problem is when the game is filled with many retcons - then when ppl are trying to learn about the lore, ppl are gonna get several different answers. "Lee fixed Alisa" "No it was Dr. B." See? That's just frustrating. Same with how the Tek Wiki still calls Devil Kazuya Devil Jin's "other half", even though I strongly feel that's been retconned long ago. The lore is confusing as hell with all these constant changes.
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What bothered me the most about the Velma show was just the sheer lost potential it had. Like, for one, the reveal of what was actually going on was actually so intriguing? Like, okay, the army general trying to put a stop to 'meddling kids' protesting the war so he teams up with a scientist for brain swapping experiments only to steal her work and put her in a asylum, and then Victoria, the general's daughter, restarting the experiment to swap her son's brain out and hypnotizing Diya into helping her and hypnotizing Velma to have hallucinations? Bruh. All of that sounds interesting and has such story potential. But it feels like the show doesn't focus a lot on actually doing detective work, so there's no sort of slow progression into figuring out what's going on. Even when they do things to try and progress the mystery, it doesn't really feel like they do? Like they don't focus on it. I would've really liked it if they slowly solved the mystery over the course of the show, doing active steps to solving clues each episode with the typical amount of breaking an entering and stealing and interrogation and such.
Also, when Velma mentioned the whole thing with the scientist, Edna, doing 'white people shit' and I feel like they could've done something with that. This is a white man stealing a black woman's work, and then when she refuses to give her any more of her work he throws her into an asylum. This is something so tragically rooted in reality. Maybe have like a whole flashback dedicated to Edna, like Velma went to the asulym based on a clue and got the full story from her. It would go through Edna's mindset of having good intentions with her work, only to get no financial backing because she's a black woman. And then the general shows up and gives her the money she needs. Only for the general to start controlling what the brain swapping would ultimately be for, and Edna slowly loses her morals as she doesn't want to lose him as a sponsor. Then when he steals her work, that's when it all comes to a head, having a mental breakdown and realizing that even if with his sponsorship that would allow her to do other projects that might do some good, the general would just take credit again. So she gets rid of all her reasurch, and she's been rotting in this asylum ever since. But it sort of feels brushed over in the show.
As for the gang's personalities, I'm not entirely against them being more asshole like, but I feel like it could be done a bit differently. I'ma start their personalities off with a blank slate and rewrite them along with the story structure. Let's start with the big one; Velma. So here's the thing; literally nobody cared when her mom went missing. Her mom seemed to be the only one that cared about her (I'm going to make it so Norville and her aren't friends at the start of the show). Her dad clearly doesn't want her and is very neglectful, and then turns around and blames Velma for Diya leaving (I'd like it if Velma and her mom actually had a mutual good relationship with each other, not just Velma assaulting her the whole time), the police don't try that hard because they think Diya just abandoned her family too. Velma is the only one who cared to look. Instead of just getting hypnotizing immediately after her mom's disappearance, that seemed odd, she spends the past two years looking, the only one looking. Maybe she gets on the right track so that's when she gets hypnotizing into not solving mysteries. So that's when the show starts, with Velma feeling useless and frustrated that she can't find her mom without hallucinating and making no progress because of it. She won't ask for help from anyone because she feels like nobody's on her side, and she feels the only way a person would help her is if she tricks them or threatens them. So she's jaded, dismissive of people because she thinks they're dismissive of her, but she does adore figuring things out. Especially if it's difficult, she loves the challenge of it. She carries a bunch of little puzzles on her at all times.
Now Norville, who I'm going to now call Shaggy because I'd like it if he had the nickname or just gained it somehow during the show so i'm going to say he did in my rendition, his whole personality I probably had the second biggest problems with. But anyway, it's kinda glossed over but I would like it if it wasn't, his parents don't like the way he is. I think they wanted a different child, one they could point to and be like "yep, that's definitely the principle/guidance counclor's son". When he was younger he tried to fit their mold, but it was never good enough so eventually he just stopped trying, becoming a slacker. I think Shaggy cares the most about other people and their well being. He also has a weird amount of obscure talents he brings out at random moments. ALSO, he is having a Scooby. Scobby won't talk, but he'll always be around Shaggy as a service dog, maybe for anxiety or something. This could also result in disappointment from his parents, cause even tho his dad is a guidance counselor, I get the vibe that his parents only care if the students are 'perfect', and the guidance counselor would try to manipulate the students into becoming 'perfect' during sessions, and if not then they're discarded, and Shaggy was discarded. I think he helps Velma, and Velma is very suspicious about it.
As for Daphne, I'd like it if she was a little older when she was abandoned by her parents, like 6 or something. So she remembers them and remembers the abandonment, and when she sees her dad on the news she recognizes him, setting off her journey of reconnection. And I think remembering her life beforehand would really amp up her feelings of being left. She had been interrogated about her parents when she was young but she was little enough to not fully understand the criminal activities she saw, and she still doesn't really, her memories skewed by her thinking her childhood was normal before she was abandoned. I like her doing violent and impulsive things, probably derived from her formative years with her criminal family. I think she's also very manipulative, but in a nice way sort of. Like you wouldn't even know she manipulated you. This is because she's a bit of an empath, very good with people, but doesn't care for them like Shaggy. Also, her adoptive moms could have an arc where they're not detectives, they just happen work in the police station. When Daphne gets involved with her crime parents, they pull out some detective work of their own. After that they could become a sort of ally to the gang, and maybe sort of start taking over the police station with the help of Daphne's manipulation.
And then Fred. His whole family life is terrible; his parents think he's a defect, that he's not tough or smart enough to be the heir of the company. Kinda similar to Shaggy, but instead of shutting down and leaning into the whole 'failure' thing, Fred doubles down. He is determined to be perfect, went to military school and just came back this year. (tie in his military school into trying to solve the mystery with the general and such) I think he likes planning things, crafting traps. He's very tactical, and he honestly thrived in military school because of it, but he had been miserable. Because deep down he doesn't care about the family business or the military or whatever; he actually dreamt of being a superhero. He adored those superhero comics as a kid that took down the bad guy, that's what he wanted, to just make the world a better place. Of course, those comics weren't allowed so he had to sneak them, something he hadn't done in years, because now he acts like how his parents want although it's still never enough. Underneath it all, he's actually a himbo and over the course of the show he slowly becomes his true self, solving mysteries and forming plans to take down the bad guys like in those comics. Also the way his mom was going to swap his brain because she just hates who he is that much; that's going to mess him up.
It seems like the gang all have messed up parental relationships they're dealing with, which I feel could've been utilized. They all, in a sense, feel unwanted, that they aren't enough for the people that are supposed to be the closest to them. They could've bonded over that, making each other feel wanted, a slowburn friendship from the four of them, as none of them are used to letting people in. Also, they're sort of the next generation of 'meddling kids', which I also felt could have more emphasis. Maybe it means like they actually care about the world, that they want to do some good, whilst the people they're up against have all the power and opportunity in the world and they just use it to keep themselves on top. Maybe show some parallels between the 'meddling kids' back then and the 'meddling kids' now, and what became of the 'meddling kids' of the past.
I dunno, I just feel like despite having a cool premise they spent the whole show trying to be satirical towards other teen mystery shows or something instead of actually trying to tell a story. I also liked the animation style. The hallucinations looked cool. So yeahhh.
#hbo velma#velma#velma the series#velma dinkley#fred jones#shaggy rogers#norville shaggy rogers#daphne blake#scooby doo
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Devotion // ShuCa AU
Crossposted on my twitter
Added a bit more details, but overall still the same.
Shu is a minor god who rules over small villages and is well respected within the community. despite that, his past is nearly unknown to those who know him.
Luca is a high-ranking demon who doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty as long as he gets power. He's lived for so long that he's accumulated a small following of demons and celestials. you could call him a king amongst hell.
The Heavenly Officials have warned both celestial and demonic entities to beware of this man. any more devotees might lead to an imbalance within the system they know now.
Though Shu was a minor god, he was very much powerful, and he didn't like sticking to the rules to a T… nor did he keep up with the heaven's gossip.
So when he makes contact with Luca, he's immediately curious about the strange man who seemed to carry an aura of loneliness around him.
Luca, "I'm surprised you haven't kicked me out of your temple yet."
Shu looks at him curiously, "Why would I? You haven't done anything to wrong me."
Luca laughs uproariously, similar to that of a lion, "Are you serious? You honestly don't know who I am?"
"Does it matter?" Shu argues back. He sounded so sincere that made Luca go silent, "As long as you aren't doing harm to me or my people, then I won't regard you any less than my followers."
In Luca's long life, this was the first time he was treated nicely by a celestial being.
There were no double-faced, backhanded comments. no underlying favors that needed to be returned. no nothing.
Just genuinity.
After a while, Luca murmurs, "…can I come back again?"
Shu raises a brow, "Of course."
So Luca comes back every week on a Sunday without fail. Shu would always stand in front of his temple, happily waiting for him with a wide smile.
Despite Luca's giant house back in the underworld, it could never compare to how Shu felt like home.
It felt like returning to a comfy warm bed after a cold rainy night. Like the spring that follows after the harsh winter. The Underworld may be hot, but being with Shu was like a warm embrace.
After a while, Luca fails to visit one Sunday.
It's okay, Shu thinks, maybe he was busy.
He fails again the following week.
One week turns into a month, and then into a year. Time was irrelevant to all immortals as they passed by in a blink of an eye.
But for the first time, Shu could feel the slow drag of time as each second passed.
it wasn't until a fellow god visited his villages one day.
Shu, "Ike…"
Ike is a major god, ruling over poetry and an element. He comes down in gold, gaze hard as he stares back down at Shu. "Did you come into contact with Luca?"
Ike was a close friend of his, so being stared down like this was rather intimidating.
Shu, "why?"
Ike, "Did you know he's the Ghost King?"
Shu, "…who?"
Ike could only grumble in frustration.
Ike, "The Ghost king? The Harbinger of War? One of the Four Vices of the Holy Principles? Does no name ring a bell?!"
Shu looked sheepish, "…I only know Luca as Luca. He never told me he was a god, but I knew."
Ike wasn't sure if he wanted to strangle or congratulate him for being out of touch with whatever's happening in the Heavens.
With a low voice, Ike mutters, "He's being sent to the Underwater Prison for trying to meddle with the heavenly officials."
Shu stood, and for a peaceful god, Ike was surprised to see such rage on his face. The sky boomed with unseen thunder as it darkened gradually.
"Why."
Ike felt afraid.
Sure he's been around other terrifying gods before, but not to this… caliber. He takes a step back, raising both his hands as a sign of peace.
"It wasn't my idea." he slowly says, "The higher-ups deemed it to be."
Shu repeats, "why."
Ike, "Shu… please calm down, and I'll explain everything to you. you're scaring your people."
That seemed to snap Shu out of his trance, noticing the harsh winds that whipped around them as rain pelted down like cats and dogs.
With a deep breath, the clouds slowly disappeared.
Inside Shu's temple, Ike explains who Luca was in its entirety.
He explains that Luca was the cause of the great celestial war. He was once a darling prince of the Heavens, now fallen from grace and ruled the underworld with loyal devotees.
They are a small, yet powerful group, capable of massacres, insinuating wars, and the like.
Shu, "…capable of starting the war?"
Ike, "The war wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for them."
Shu, "Something drove them to do it. it wasn't entirely their fault."
Ike argues, "However, you cannot deny their involvement. they were the main cause of the trag—"
"No." Shu stops him. Shu stands, his eyes flashing a myriad of colors, "he wasn't. you're mistaking him for someone else."
It's Ike's turn to be confused, "What? the scrolls wouldn't lie about our history. it was documented in th—"
Shu, "in the vault to the far east. guarded by a fox spirit, right?"
Shu is a minor god.
While he has ascended to the heavens, it doesn't mean he had complete access to it. he'd need to become a major one— similar to Ike.
Ike, "How… Do you know what?"
Shu easily ignores the question, "The records are wrong. They've mistaken Luca for someone else."
Ike, "Who… then?"
For a split second, Ike sees another version of Shu in different robes. His eyes were pitch black while his skin was an ashen gray.
The person he saw wasn't the kind, benevolent god Ike has come to know Shu.
This person… reeked of death.
#shuca#lucashu#cashu_ls#mafiyami#whew i missed added 5 billion tags here AHSDASDKJ#now i DONT have to censor th names#shuca thread
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I think one reason people are very polarized on LF is that, not only is it a very fine line to walk between "too self-contained" and "too reliant on external content", but there's a large borderlands around that line on either side that fall into the realm of "personal taste". Some people like things that are more self-contained, and some prefer things that are more externally interlinked. And, honestly, even at the extreme ends of "purely self-contained" or "purely empty filler reliant on external stuff to enjoy" you *still* have people who prefer one or the other and they're not objectively bad. It's a complicated matter of balance and taste. And I think more people need to let go of the idea that their taste is objectively correct for things like this. And I say this as somebody who did find that my taste and the devs' vision didn't quite line up this time. It happens! It doesn't mean we need to get nasty about it like a lot of people are doing... :(
I definitely agree! It's one of the reasons why I find most of the discussions on this topic to be really pointless a lot of the time. It's just people screaming over one another about things that are incredibly subjective while claiming they're not. Everyone thinks they're right, on top of a real issue in balancing that line.
For a lot of people, it's really frustrating that the game expects them to play just Destiny in order to understand everything. And then for a lot of other people who DO play just Destiny (or simply have more time/money), it's frustrating when there's breaks and content droughts and when there's seasons that end up feeling meaningless. And a lot of people who are in between! Bungie can never satisfy all of them. Someone will always feel left out.
Actually one of my issues with the entire Witch Queen year was that the expansion itself was a banger and had a lot of stuff in there and a lot of further hints. But then the seasons did not really focus on any of those questions at all. We didn't get more insight into the Lucent Hive, we didn't get more about Savathun's meddling with the Collapse, we didn't get anything more about her since she died, we didn't get anything substantial about Xivu either and time is running out. We had stuff that was setting up plot points for Lightfall, but they were also not fully expanded on.
I would've LOVED if all seasons in WQ were more narratively important and connected. If every season we got a fresh new hint about Savathun's plans and schemes, about things she's done, about a whole new set of Hive that, for all intents and purposes, we should be trying to understand and get close to. I'm definitely not the only one; I've seen a lot of people lamenting the lack of information and lore about the Lucent Hive and what they're doing.
If Bungie is entirely truthful and we will for real get into the thick of it during the seasons this year, I actually prefer that. It means that I have something to look forward to during the whole year and that we will slowly be given information about burning questions that will keep us entertained as we prepare for The Final Shape. Because a lot of questions from WQ have still not been answered and aren't directly relevant anymore so who knows when they will be up for answering.
I also understand people who just don't like this style at all. And neither of us is inherently right or wrong. So when people go online and insist about "bad writing," it's really silly. And ultimately, Bungie can't really cater to us both. It's a strange place to be in and I think we should keep giving Bungie feedback. In a normal way, of course. The type of outrage that Lightfall caused has not been pleasant at all. We can definitely let Bungie know that they maybe pushed one side too much over the line without being nasty.
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The Promise Of A King Pt. 6
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: still nothing really lol
Genre: mostly fluff
Summary: When your parents surprise you with the news that you are going to marry one of Asgard's princes you're not exactly thrilled. It's not made any better by said prince giving you the cold shoulder from the very moment you arrive. Now, not only do you have to worry about acclimating to an unfamiliar place but you must do so while preparing to marry someone who seems to absolutely detest you before you've said five words to him. You know you're duty-bound but why does it have to be so difficult?
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When you return to your bedroom, your maids begin preparing you for dinner. Lily insists you change after being outside all day, so you let them swap your clothes and change your hair and makeup to match.
"So how was your tea with her majesty?" Ella asks as she fixes your hair.
"The queen has decided to take my relationship with Loki, or lack thereof I suppose into her own hands." You say.
"What do you mean?" Anne asks.
"She set me up on- essentially a blind date with him. Blind-sighted us both actually."
"Really?! Did you have fun?" Anne asks.
"Fun might be too strong a word Annie dear." You chuckle.
"What happened?" Lily asks.
"Well I beat him to the gardens so of course when he arrived he was not happy to see me. We argued, unsurprisingly but the guards were told not to let us leave for an hour. Everything I do seems to agitate him." You frown. "Oh we did have a moment- I said I wanted a pastry to be warm and he warmed it with magic. It's the only kind thing he's done for me since I got here actually. I was surprised."
"Oh that's cute." Anne gasps.
"So did you argue most of the hour other than that?" Ella asks.
"Actually most of the hour we just sat in silence, but when we did talk, it was definitely a back and forth. I called him some names I normally wouldn't use but he's just so rude- most of the time."
"If you were only required to spend an hour together what did you do after that?" Lily asks.
"After he left I walked around the gardens with one of the guards for a while."
"Which guard?" Ella asks.
"Sir Ulf!"
"Oh he's so hot!" Anne gushes.
"Annie!" Lily tsks at her.
"Yes he's- attractive. He's also very sweet."
"Most of the guards are really kind here." Ella nods.
"Agreed."
"You should head to dinner before you're late." Lily says.
"You're correct. I'll see you girls in the morning."
"You don't want us to wait for you to return to help you to bed?" Anne asks.
"You don't have to. I'll get myself ready tonight thank you. Enjoy your night girls!" You say as you leave the room. When you enter the dining room queen Frigga smiles at you before you even sit down.
"Lady y/n! Hello!" Thor says cheerily.
"Hello Thor. How are you today?" You ask with a smile as you begin eating.
"I'm great. I didn't see you at all today."
"Oh- were you looking for me? I was in the gardens most of the afternoon."
"In the gardens? By yourself?"
"For a spell." You nod.
"Did you enjoy your time in the gardens child?" Frigga asks with a smile.
"I did. Though I might be alone in that opinion."
"Who would disagree with you?" Thor frowns. Loki lets out a clearly frustrated sigh.
"Speaking of, mother, I would appreciate it if you didn't meddle so heavily in my affairs." Loki says.
"These affairs you're speaking of, I'll remind you Loki, do not just affect you alone." Odin says.
"I'm definitely missing something." Thor mutters.
"I don't need you setting up playdates for me like I am a child." Loki grits out.
"It was afternoon tea, not a playdate Loki." Odin rolls his eyes.
"Your parents surprised me and Loki today by arranging for us to have tea together in the gardens without telling either of us." You say to Thor when the frown of confusion on his face deepens.
"Oh! Now I understand. Loki doesn't want to go on dates with you." Thor nods.
"In no uncertain terms, that is correct." You manage a chuckle even though Thor's declaration does cause a light pang in your chest. After all, it's not easy to know that your husband to be has absolutely no desire to know you.
"I didn't say that." Loki snaps. "I said, I don't want our parents setting me up like I'm a child. If I want to go on dates I can manage to do that without help." Loki sighs.
"But you've made no attempt to do so with Lady y/n and she's to be your wife. So- you don't want to go on dates with her." Thor says.
"This is not about if I want to or not it's about mom and dad and their meddling."
"You've made it clear you don't want to Loki. I don't know what you're bothering to argue with Thor about it. Your Majesties, I know you're well-intentioned but there is no benefit in forcing Loki to interact with me, all we do is argue if we bother speaking to each other at all. We will get married as intended, we don't have to like each other to do it." You say rubbing your temple slightly.
"Y/n-" Thor frowns.
"If it's alright with you your Majesties, I'd like to be excused." You say, refusing to look at Loki.
"You're excused y/n. I'll send for you later this evening. If you're up for visiting me tonight, please come." Frigga says with a softness in her eyes.
"Yes your highness." You nod and leave. When you enter your room you sigh. You almost wish you hadn't dismissed your ladies so early, it'd be nice to talk with them after that. You draw yourself a bath and take your time undressing and undoing your hair. You sink into the water of your bath with a relieved exhale. The water is warm and you poured your favorite essential oils into it. It's a knock at your room door that finally pulls you out of the bath, thoroughly relaxed and skin clean. You open the door to find one of the queen's ladies at your door.
"Sorry for disturbing you Lady y/n, Queen Frigga would like to see you in her chambers, but only if you feel up to it. You are allowed to decline." She rushes out.
"Tell the queen I will join her shortly. I just need a moment to get ready." You say with a small smile.
"Of course." She nods and leaves the room. You rub lotion into your skin and put on one of your nightgowns, covering yourself with a long silk robe that has a feather trim. The sleeves are large and the end of the robe trails behind you slightly. You make your way to the queen's chambers and when the doors are opened she greets you with a hug.
"Hello my child, I'm glad you came!" She tells you kindly.
"Hello your highness." You say.
"How are you feeling?" She asks.
"I'm alright, I was just enjoying a bath before I came here." You tell her.
"And your tea with Loki this afternoon?" She smiles and the glint in her eyes when she does makes it clear that Loki takes after his mother in many ways, his taste for mischief included.
"It was fine Queen Frigga, though like I said at dinner, Loki and I either argue or simply don't speak to each other. I don't think your plan really helped with that. But I enjoyed my time in the gardens."
"Yes, the gardens are lovely, aren't they?" She hums.
"Absolutely." You nod.
"You seemed a bit stressed at dinner, I wanted to check on you because of it."
"Just- I know Loki doesn't like any of this, which is fine- it's just tiring. I'm alright your highness, thank you for asking though." You nod.
"I know you've resigned yourself to Loki's coldness but I think he will come around. It may be hard to believe, but I do."
"I admire your optimism, your highness."
"But you don't believe me?"
"I want to! I barely know Loki and he is your son, if one of us could guess what will happen it's more likely to be you. It's just that- save for one moment this afternoon it's hard to believe he cares for my presence at all."
"There was a moment this afternoon? What happened?"
"I mentioned I wanted one of the pastries warmed and he warmed it with magic that's all. It was following a string of contentious conversations though, everything I do seems to bother him. Even my friendship with Thor." You shake your head.
"That one- well without getting into too much detail, Loki has always felt in competition with his brother. Perhaps your friendship with Thor makes Loki feel like he has one more area to compete in."
"The irony of that is Thor's kindness to me is a direct response to Loki's lack of it. I'm sure Thor is friendly with everyone but he's obviously trying to make up for Loki's coldness by making me feel as welcomed as he can manage. Besides, Thor would never try to take something from Loki or anything."
"We know that- though truthfully Loki has trouble believing that anyone is looking out for him, besides me and himself. Of course that is not your problem and you always have your get out card." Frigga says.
"I know you said you wouldn't allow me to walk down the aisle until Loki was kinder to me but I don't know how beneficial it will be to delay the union indefinitely. Even if Loki doesn't speak to me at least I know his harshness will not go beyond words and I worry if my parents set another match for me I won't have that."
"Your standards are a man who won't hit you?" The queen looks shocked at your concession.
"When I have no control over the kind of man my parents choose for me to marry, that's the only thing I can hope for." You shrug.
"My dear child, we have every intention of seeing you become part of this family. I just want to see a smile on your face when you have to walk through that great hall."
"Even if my marriage is not one from fairytales, I will be content having you to call a mother and Thor to call a brother." You tell her, and you truly mean that.
"Now it is my turn to admire your optimism." She chuckles.
"We can move forward with the ceremony whenever you and king Odin see fit. You have my go-ahead. I don't need Loki to love me."
"A loveless marriage can be a painful one."
"There are many things I can love even married to a man who can hardly stand the idea. I intend to find them all." You hold your head up high as you speak. "I've already found plenty. The library, the gardens, laughing with Thor, the music room-"
"You play music?" She gasps.
"I do." You nod.
"You'll have to play something for me one day."
"Of course your majesty." Queen Frigga glances out of an open window momentarily before turning back to you.
"I've kept you for quite some time, my dear. I'll let you go now, please rest well." She smiles.
"Goodnight Allmother." You say leaving her room. You make your way through the winding halls of the palace, humming quietly to yourself as you return to your room. Your chats with the queen are another thing you've found to love and you hope to have them with her often.
~*~*~
"Lady y/n!" Thor's voice booms through the library where you've curled up in a chair with a book. You stand and walk out of your corner to where Thor can see you.
"Hi Thor. What brings you here?" You smile at him.
"Well I was looking for you and your maids said I could find you in the library."
"Yes, I'm here pretty often when it's empty."
"When it's empty?"
"I've noticed Loki also has an affinity for the library so I plan my visits around his."
"That's actually what I wanted to talk about."
"Me avoiding Loki in the library?" Your brows pinch together.
"Well no- not that particularly but your relationship with him."
"Oh Thor- you are your mother's child." You muse.
"What do you mean?"
"She asked to see me last night to talk about Loki too. You're both so thoughtful."
"I worry about you, about how indifferent you act to his coldness. Asgard has been hard enough on you without Loki being so unwelcoming." Thor frowns.
"I appreciate it Thor, I really do. You don't have to worry though. I'm not so easily shaken that Loki's misplaced resentment will keep me up at night."
"I know you mean that as a comfort but that is exactly what worries me. You're his bride and you both seem so unconcerned with each other."
"I'm going to marry him because that's what I've been told to do. It doesn't matter if we are concerned with each other at all. In truth, I would like us to at least get along but this is an arranged marriage so- I'm not so foolish that I'm holding out hope that this will be my happily ever after. Like I told your mother I will find ways to make the best of things."
"If you want to get along why not make more of an effort to do so? You avoid him. How will that help things?" Thor asks.
"I avoid him because he's rude and cold. I'd like to be friends but not at the expense of- well anything really. Why should I have to force him to talk to me? We're getting married and he can barely stand to be in the same room as me. It's embarrassing. I won't make it worse by begging for his kindness Thor."
"I don't recommend doing that at all. I do think Loki just takes a while to come around so- maybe don't give up on him yet. Okay?"
"I have to marry him Thor, I won't subject myself to emotional damage but we do have a long time if he ever decides to sort out whatever problems Loki has." You shrug.
"You can always come to me- you know if things get any worse. You'll always have my support."
"Thank you Thor. I know." You smile.
"Good. I'll leave you to your reading then. See you at dinner."
"Of course. Enjoy whatever you do this afternoon." Thor shoots you a smile and leaves the library. You return to your corner quickly, not noticing someone entering as Thor exited.
"You spend far too much time with him." A voice calls as you disappear behind a bookcase. You back up and find Loki striding towards you.
"What?" You frown.
"Thor. You spend too much time with him." Loki says. You roll your eyes and return to your large chair as you respond.
"I can spend my time however I want to Loki. Especially since that time isn't yours." You open your book.
"Who said anything about it being mine? There are simply better ways you can spend your time." He shrugs.
"Thank you for your worthless input that I did not ask you for."
"Are you angry with me?" Loki smirks.
"And why would I be angry with you?" You ask flatly, focusing your eyes on the pages of your book.
"Because you know I'm correct."
"You are so insufferably arrogant. I don't think you're correct I think you're annoying. My friendship with Thor is very important to me, so spending time with him is invaluable to me despite your- difference of opinion."
"Invaluable." He chuckles. You huff and stand up, intent on ending this conversation by leaving. "Wait-" Loki says before you can even round the corner and despite your instincts, you stop. "You don't have to leave." He sighs.
"I don't want to hear you pass judgment on the ways I pass my time here. I'm alone in a foreign place and besides your mother, Thor has been the kindest to me since I arrived. You can turn your nose up all you fucking want but you have no idea how isolating this is for me." You point at him with the book so aggressively for a moment he thinks you might hit him with it.
"I'm sorry. I know what isolation is like."
"Do you now?" You scoff, putting your book back on the shelf. You're not in the mood to finish it.
"I do." He frowns, frustrated that you seem unbelieving. "But you don't believe me."
"To feel isolated in a world that's meant to be your home is something I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for you to understand."
"Meant to be your home?"
"I'm going to marry you Loki. Asgard is your home and therefore it will be mine. I'm obviously not welcome here by anyone except for Thor and your parents though I'm sure Odin is only interested in the political benefit of my being here. The point is- it is easy to pass judgment from your position of comfort but I am a stranger here, a fact you confirm every time you look at me."
"Do I?"
"You don't want me here. You make it clear. How am I supposed to feel as though Asgard is my home if the man binding me to this place doesn't even pretend to welcome me?"
"Every time I think I'm beginning to understand you- you throw me for another loop."
"If you only ever pay attention to one thing I say let it be this. I am not a piece of artwork that you can dissect by simply staring at me from afar. If you ever want to 'understand' me at all, Loki of Asgard, you will have to take a more involved approach."
"What?"
"Your typical passive observation will not help you."
"How do you know I-"
"At the ball. You talked to very few people and your eyes were everywhere. Watching without engaging."
"You seem to do the same."
"I do, you can learn much by watching- as long as the people you're watching remain unaware."
"What do you mean by that?"
"When people know they are being watched they are usually not themselves. You can't learn anything from people who are performing the version of them that they want to be seen."
"I suppose you're right about that." Loki muses. "Is that why you say I can't learn about you from watching? Because you know I'm watching?"
"Not just you. I am not comfortable in Asgard so I am hardly ever going to be myself when others are present."
"You seem comfortable with Thor."
"More so than I am with most here. Thor and the queen, they- create spaces where I feel something akin to comfort yes but even they are... unfamiliar to me. I am most at ease here in the library. Alone of course. And in the gardens."
"Alone there as well?"
"Maybe- though it's easier to find myself completely alone here than outside." You shrug.
"I too prefer my own company." Loki offers after a moment of silence.
"Is that why marriage doesn't appeal to you?"
"Bold assumption." He smirks.
"Yes well, we're finally having a conversation. I'm taking advantage of that." You say.
"Smart girl." Loki comes off the bookshelf he was leaning on to sit in the chair beside yours. "It isn't that marriage doesn't appeal to me- it's that this- is growing increasingly out of my control." When you don't say anything Loki continues, "I didn't mean to upset you, with what I said at dinner."
"What?" You blink at him.
"The thing about going on dates- you seemed upset by my addressing my parents, and arguing with Thor."
"I wasn't. I knew you had no interest in being in the garden with me. The conversation was just growing tiresome the longer it went on and I wanted it to end. Even if I wasn't personally hurt by your comments it's not exactly fun dinner talk to hear your betrothed complain about spending time with you." You muse.
"That wasn't the issue." He says softly.
"I don't need your explanations."
"Maybe not- but I offer them anyway. Like I was trying to explain to Thor, we're not children. We don't need meetings to be orchestrated under false pretense."
"Loki, it's clear to everyone in the castle that you have no interest in us having meetings of any sort, orchestrated or not. Why go to such lengths to defend your decision to avoid me? Nobody is asking for your justification and honestly it feels like you're just doing it to get me to care about how little you want me here. Just so we're clear I do get that you don't want me here but I can't change anything so I won't cry about it. You can stop telling me you only hate me because of our circumstances. I don't care."
"I don't hate you."
"I'm being hyperbolic. Don't get so caught up in the verbiage Loki. My point still stands."
"I don't know how to make you understand how I'm feeling- I don't hate you, I don't dislike you. Gods I don't even think I want you to leave. I hate feeling like none of this was my choice. I hate that you feel trapped here, trapped with me. I hate many things but you are not one of them. Honestly, if it weren't a union forced by my parents I would be excited to have a life with you but I thought- perhaps, with enough obvious dissonance my parents would be convinced this union was a bad idea and call it off but no matter what I do you grin and bare it. You scold me and I feel bad for being an ass- a girl I hardly know makes me feel guilty for being rude- trying to free her from a union she's already decided would be an unhappy one! It's- bewildering."
"I wouldn't feel so trapped if you had been nicer when I arrived. Or even if you had been honest with me. Instead I was met with cold glares and indifferent silence from the moment I got here- of course I expect an unhappy marriage- you wouldn't even speak to me." You frown.
"I'm sorry- I thought we'd both be better off if I could get this whole thing cancelled, even as a grew to admire you."
"Your mother offered me a way out. I don't know how easily she would've convinced the king but- she told me once if things got any worse that I should tell her right away and she'd call it off."
"Ouch- no confidence there." He half jokes.
"I think she knew you were treating me coldly as a form of protest, and I think she feared you were more committed to your protest than to accepting me. I guess she hoped my sense of self preservation would kick in if it got out of hand, but she did want us to get along and- I guess she thought if we just spent time together you would quit protesting so hard."
"Hence the surprise garden date."
"Exactly."
"Did she tell you all this?"
"In many more words, it was implied. Although she didn't tell me the garden date was going to happen. She told me she had a plan and would alert me when it was time. When her servant came to call me to the gardens I thought she'd be telling me what she planned only to instead trap us for an hour."
"You seemed quite alright with that."
"Well, I had tea, and flowers, and pastries- and sometimes your frustration is amusing."
"I can't believe my mother did all that to try and put a stop to my very genius plan."
"Did it work?" You ask before you can talk yourself out of it. Loki is quiet for a long while before he answers you.
"I think it did." He nods.
"You'd never know from your reaction."
"Yes well, I spent the first thirty minutes mad about it- I couldn't quit then."
"Ah- is that why you warmed the pastry? Like a little tsundere."
"A what?" Loki blinks at you as if you've grown another head.
"It's a Midgardian thing. A Japanese character type- angry and mean on the outside but very soft on the low for their person."
"Well I'm certainly not that." He crosses his arms.
"I didn't say you were I said that moment was akin to one from what I've read."
"Do you read a lot of Midgardian literature?"
"When I can. Also, your plan wasn't genius at all, quite the opposite actually."
"It would've worked if you weren't so- outspoken."
"What?" You chuckle.
"Very few people would scold the prince, or call him names for that matter on multiple occasions. You're much more resilient than I would have expected."
"Disappointed?"
"Pleasantly surprised actually. After all, the wife of the silver-tongued prince should be able to keep up with him no?" Loki smiles standing from his chair.
"All of a sudden you're much more open to this." Your eyes narrow at him.
"I think this has been a valuable conversation. I will see you at dinner, my bride." He nods to you.
"For all your shit I've put up with I expect at least one grand gesture of an apology you asshole!" You call after him as he turns the corner.
"Anything you'd like lady y/n!" He laughs as he disappears. You sag into your chair once you hear the large library doors shut. Loki is a complex and confusing man. How do you differentiate this open and communicative Loki from the cold stares he gave you before? What changed? And will it change again?
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🦇 Courting Samira Book Review 🦇
❝ I didn’t want my existence to rest on what everyone else thought about me or wanted for me. I wondered how long I had been this way: not really moving forward but sideways. ❞
❓ #QOTD What trait (personality-wise or physical) is a hard No during first dates? ❓
🦇 As a 27-year-old Muslim girl living at home, Samira Abdel-Aziz is no stranger to arranged matches; first dates under the supervision of both sets of parents. As a fan of rom-coms, Samira knows it's unlike that her very own Palestinian Muslim Westley will come and sweep her off her feet, but a girl can dream. At least, it was dreaming until she meets Menem; gorgeous, charming, sweet...and the brother of her cousin's husband-to-be. Between work at a bridal magazine, helping her borderline Bridezilla cousin with the wedding, and officially courting Menem, it all feels like too much. Can Samira find her personal happily ever...and the truth about herself in the process?
💜 Subhan Allah, a book that finally speaks to the realities of growing up in a moderately traditional Muslim household (let alone a Palestinian one!!). I've read quite a few books featuring Muslim main characters, but this is the first that captured the authenticity. Samira endures arranged matches, the pressures of meeting parental expectations, and the stressors of singledom (as if our stories aren't complete until we're married). All my favorite, delicious Palestinian delicacies are mentioned (Samira, I feel you, wrapping warak dawali / stuffed grape leaves is HARD). I adored the comparison between Jane Austen / regency era England courtships and Samira's courtships to make the concept easy to understand (I've seen a few people tag this with the "arranged marriage" trope, and that's inaccurate). Much of Samira's internal dialogue is witty and fun, making her easy to empathize with. I'm also grateful for the RANGE of female Muslim characters portrayed in this book, from pious to less traditional to a little bit wild (mild by usual standards, trust me). It was also a joy to see a few familiar names (my mother's, brothers, aunt's...to name a few). I hope this story is a glimpse into Palestinian, Muslim, and Arab cultures to those who read it!
🦇 Unfortunately, the pacing really dragged. None of the plot points felt fully fleshed out. Samira's internal dialogue contains too many fleeting or repetitive thoughts to really give the story juice. A lot of the internal conflict she experiences lacks emotional depth. Is she feeling the pressure to meet potential matches because she's getting older (her cousin is getting married, which usually encourages family members to put pressure on the singles)? Does marrying a friend, even for a minute, seem like a good idea because it's easy; because she knows him? Despite her mixed emotions, we don't really feel the tension or stress she's experiencing. There's no real spark of chemistry between the man she's courting (or Samira and her friend) either, which is perhaps the most frustrating. Without that chemistry, the "love triangle" trope falls flat. The subplot of Samira realizing she wants to become a photographer, not a writer, is the only piece of her character that exists outside anything wedding-related, but there's no real payout there. I thought, and hoped, that would be the meat of the story; that Samira would realize she doesn't need to get engaged or married in any rush when she can focus on her own growth instead. The ending feels rushed and unnatural when Samira could have done the unexpected. Despite inching toward 30, Samira also comes off as juvenile (which I've seen some people say "perhaps that has to do with the culture" in reviews, which HURTS).
🦇 Recommended to anyone looking for a light rom-com (with a few dashes of friends-to-lovers potential and meddling besties). Definitely ideal for fans of Bridget Jones's Diary.
✨ The Vibes ✨
☪️ Contemporary Romance
☪️ Muslim & Palestinian MC
☪️ Love Triangle
☪️ Jane Austen / The Princess Bride References
☪️ Arranged Matches (NOT Marriage)
🦇 Major thanks to the author @amalmdawad and publisher @harperviabooks for providing an ARC of this book via Netgalley. 🥰 This does not affect my opinion regarding the book.
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Hello! I'm 25 at the moment and I'm at the brink of giving up on finding my enneagram. For the last 5 years I read every book about enneagram I could find, I observed myself endlessly but still nothing.
Types I'm considering are 9,1,2 and 6.
First, 9. My goal is to feel cozy and comfortable all the time and I give in to pleasures without feeling guilty. <- strong sp
What you describe as 9 actually isn't 9 at all. It's the social instinct and procrastination (anyone can do it) and general positivity (probably your 2 wing).
Yet, I have way stronger opinions and attitudes than any 9 I know. I have a moral opinion on EVERYTHING. There's non of that "its okay" with me. Recently someone said that it's none of your business to help someone who's struggling with self harming and it pissed me off. Like, of course you should help, its your duty to help. That seems like 1 to me. I'm also highly perfectionistic, I have exact image how I want my life to be like and who I want in it and I just discard anyone who doesn't fit in that image. The person I'm going to marry has to be perfect by my standards. Even though I'm 25 I have never been with anyone because nobody ever lived up to my expectations and its not right to jump into relationships.
This sounds core 1w2. Perfectionism, frustration, and rejection. 9w1s side-eye things they disagree with and go along with it; 1s put down their foot and moralize about it.
Everything I do has to be perfect of I won't do it. I started to learn crochet recently and it took me 2 months to make a simple blanket for my cat because it needed to be perfect. And you can apply that to any area of my life
The core pain of being a 1 -- rigid with yourself and self-sabotaging because it has to be "just right."
But, like I said before I give in to pleasures like eating, sleeping and buying things that make me happy without any remorse or guilt. I suffer a lot from guilt for bad things I did in my life like lying and manipulation (I did a lot if that when I was younger) but not for making myself happy.
2s don't feel guilty for their well-deserved luxuries; if others will not pamper and indulge them, they will do it themselves -- they have earned it!
2 I see in my need to help others but also in anger when they don't express gratitude for what I have done. I work as a student and my boss needed someone for next shift and I immediately offered to stay whole day at work (its a hard job but I would do it just to please her). She said students can only work 6 hours a day so I could not stay but then I did everything I could to find someone. I called everyone I know and I did find someone. When I was leaving my boss didn't even say thank you and I was angry for it. Is that 2? I did this for you and you should express love to me for it.
This is 2ish, yes. But could also be a 1w2 thing, because this is the right and responsible thing to do and people aren't appreciating it. Think about what motivated it.
I don't do much meddling because I'm super introverted but I do nudge people in "right direction" because I always have an opinion on what should they do.
The RIGHT DIRECTION is very obvious to 1w2s...
Also, I constantly do things I don't want to do just because I think I should. Even though I find cats very annoying (I love cats but they are bothersome) I still saved 2 of them and take care of them the best I can, I gave my entire savings to my mother when she needed money etc.
How dare you find feline overlords bothersome. :P But yes, this is virtue whether you feel like it or not -- fits 1w2.
But I'm also very emotionally distant and rational for a 2.
That's cuz you're a 1. 1w2s are less emotional than core 2s.
2s always berate me for not reaching out. I will literally disappear for days, just reading books at home without any need to interact with others. And if someone has a problem my reaction is always to give them rational advice on how to solve a problem rather than give emotional comfort, 2s do opposite right?
sp/so, introversion, and 1w2. Might also be ITJ.
6 I see the least but Im highly anxious, always thinking about what could go wrong and what will I do if that happens. I need support system badly and others to tell me what is correct thing to do.
Probably a 6 fix.
I don't think so/sp is right, but I'm not super great with instincts yet. You seem more self-contained and distant.
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Hii! <3
Can i please request TR Boys like Hanma, Ran or Draken with s/o who is from diffrent country like slavic country and when they angry they start Talking in one of the slavic language
I will be so happy if you wrote something like that but if you don't its okey <3
Have a great day or night :)
hellooo!! sorry this took so long but thank u so much for requesting, hope this was okay and have an amazing day too mwah!! <3
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒/𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄
PAIRINGS: Draken, Hanma & Ran x gn! reader
GENRE: fluff, humor
♡ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 is often patient, just waiting for you as he waits in line while you were just grabbing some other snacks that you forgot since he was still not up to pay. As you were just opening the fridge for the beverage, an argument began to sprung beside you while you grabbed the drink, choosing not to meddle at first but more words were thrown to the worker so you couldn't help but defend her, finding clues in their argument, learning that the man in his mid 40's were accused of pouring his drink on her from being too drunk.
"Hey, you don't get to act like a jackass just because she asked you to leave!" You shouted as the stranger looks at you in disgust.
"Keep your nose out of this, brat." He spat in return making you tighten your grip on the bottle. While you were about to clear your point, the rude man had spoken in your language to use it as an expression to throw disrespect to the worker, you turned to him with a scoff before walking his way and the girl feels guilty for how you defended her.
Draken left his line, not really caring if he had to go through it again because you were taking too long. He meets your pissed off expression which makes him quicken his pace to go to you until he reads the situation with the worried glance of the worker to the angered man in front of you.
"Y/N-"
He stops mid way when he hears your deep accent, speaking faster than usual as he uses your eyes and your frustration to try and understand what you were saying. He's heard a few snippets of you talking in your Serbian language but he hasn't heard you use it to others in this way. He feels like your voice was so different compared to how he usually hears it but it was pretty interesting to see you like this. His eyes just kept switching back and forth to you two, watching closely as the man was astounded that you were like him.
Your boyfriend smiles when the man began to step back while you continued to move forward, intimidating him with your words as you send a threatening smile to the drunk, looking down to the empty bottle in his hand while he just turns around to walk away. You sighed, running a hand to your hair before asking the worker if he had done anything to her which makes Draken realize that the quarrel had been resolved.
"Babe, shit I'm sorry for holding the line." You said but he plops his hand to your haid, ruffling your hair with a proud smile. "Don't be sorry for what you did, I saw everything you know." He chuckled while you glanced at him surprised that he'd been there the entire time.
"What did you tell him anyway?" He asked, slinging an arm around your shoulder as you shrugged.
"Told him he should fuck off or I was going to use the bottle he held and hit him with it." You responded which made him laugh.
"You sounded hot, babe, maybe I should fight with you more."
"Draken, you wouldn't want that."
"Well, we'll never know, won't we?"
♡ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 has always been fascinated to hear you speak in your language, you often teach him a few words just for fun but you were just so used to the latter that it was very occasional that you'd speak in your native tongue.
Today was possibly an exception when you noticed how Hanma was yet again late to your movie night because he was caught in a brawl on the way to your house so you got out of your house to look for him. You hated how this was an unhealthy habit of his and you were just in his t-shirt in a pair of shorts as you tried to find whichever alley he chose.
Hearing numerous grunts and groans, you rolled your eyes at the sight of him holding a mans collar before landing a punch to him with a smile.
"HANMA." You called as loud as you could which made your lovely boyfriend send you a wave before brushing himself off now that half of the group was knocked out already. Standing in front of him with hands to your hips as he laughs nervously.
"Hey pretty, I'm ready for our date now~" He teased, slinging his arms over you since he was behind you so his tall figure slumps over yours, kissing you on your cheek. "You've got to stop-"
"OI!" One of them shouts before one of them threw a water bottle to you, hitting you right in the shoulder as Hanma drops his grin with a glare to the man but instead of him going ahead of you, you threw his arms off of you as you picked up the water bottle to throw it back to the boy harder than then the force he gave to you while it impacts on his forehead.
"ASSHOLE-" You shouted which was the last word he can understand because the next dialogues that come from your mouth were already speaking in Ukrainian and his jaw drops to the floor as you just grabbed the nearest object to you and hold onto it so they couldn't take a step forward to you.
Hanma's ears were in shambles. He likes what he's hearing though, your accent was already peaking through sometimes when you speak in his language but this was the entire package. He was so startled but you must've been extra irritated because of him and now these stupendous boys were your last straw. Somehow, he did felt like he fell in love with you even more.
They just stare at you in deep confusion to what you're saying but seeing how you keep raising the bat in your hands, intending to hit it at them as they flinch from time to time when you'd come closer so there's an applause that's coming from your boyfriend, laughing at their reactions as he leans his head on your shoulder planting a kiss to it, humming at your rage.
"Mind handing me that bat, angel?" He asks which you answered no but he didn't understand it knowing you answered in your language while he chuckles.
"Fucking scram already." You said, in defeat now that you're tired of releasing your annoyance as Hanma spoke.
"What Y/N said." He joined in to support you making you roll your eyes as the rest of the group obeys and runs off.
"Shuji, let's just go home." You stated, now walking while he intertwines your hands with his, swinging it like a kid.
"Why don't you talk like that around me?"
"Obviously you wouldn't understand it."
"Eh? I don't care, you can cuss me all day if you want ♡."
"Don't think I'm already forgiving you for being late."
"Love you, Y/N~"
♡ 𝐑𝐀𝐍 has this doing to tease you whenever you were on a date to pester you on about how some other guys would look at you—he understood though, you were as gorgeous as always and he wasn't jealous—he just liked to pick on you to see your reaction. Sometimes, he'd even go through the trouble to call the dudes attention and point to you like you were just a friend because he was so laidback to not worry about you picking someone else but other boys would actually consider Ran's invitation, not taking the hint that he was joking and it was annoying you throughout the date when someone was following you.
"Can you please stop that, Ran? People keep staring." You said, sighing while he holds your hand across the table. "And as obvious as it is, we're out on a date but they keep looking at us." You added.
"I don't mind that we're a famous couple, babe." He jokes while you just leaned back on your seat knowing he wasn't going to drop the act so you just took a sip of your water. You partly sided with him, not caring if they were staring but these eyes were mostly from men who took interest in you and you could sense how correct it is when they'd move to where you go when Ran wasn't beside you and you were becoming more and more uncomfortable.
You felt a tap to your side as you neglected it until he placed a piece of paper on the table with his number making you cover your face in embarrassment while Ran watches in amusement. "No, I have a boyfriend." You just commented, not looking at the person, deciding to just focus on your water but he kept moving the paper to your line of view which accelerated your impatience.
"Ran, this why I said—fuck-" you said to your boyfriend until you began to ramble on in your language as the two boys look at you stunned at the sound of you speaking like that. Yes, Ran was aware of your country's language but this is the first time he's heard it this fast and this frustrated especially when it was targeted it to him. He can't even process any of the words, he just can't find any hints to figure your sentences out but you had your other hand out as if to block the stranger from interfering with your argument and Ran looked helpless yet invested to whatever curses you threw at him. The only thought that hits his mind is , "What the fuck are they saying ?"
"God, shit—no can you please leave? I don't wanna see your number or just you in general. This jackass is actually my boyfriend so—just go " you suddenly returned to their understanding and the man is bowing, apologizing endlessly before speed walking away as you covered your face out of embarrassment for lashing out but you it diffuses when you remembered your date's puzzled facial expressions.
"Y/N-"
"Not a word, Haitani."
"Noted but hey baby, I didn't know when you're angry you go all sexy-"
"Silence, Ran."
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