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pawnshopbleus · 5 months

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hi! i was wondering if you could do a corio x plinth reader where he aproches her bc she is a plinth (and she notices and gets mad bc she think that corio takes her for a stupid girl who would just fall for his lies) but he slowly falls for her. i would really like if it ends well, like them together. i hope you understood my idea, i love your work btw.

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

coriolanus snow x fem!plinth!reader

summary - basically what the request says, but there is no happy ending because i'm evil.

contains - angst, the capital being described as beautiful, gold-digging, rude coriolanus, not beta read

author's note - i'm so sorry @simpovereveryone for the unhappy ending, but i feel like once someone finds out you originally wanted to date them for their money there is no coming back. originally, this was going to be a happy ending, but I just couldn't write one that felt natural and real. if you want, I can do a happy Coriolanus later, but there is no happy ending in this one.

IT was no secret that Strabo Plinth’s daughter was in love. It was the only thing people would talk about at the Academy. In between each Hunger Games, Capitol citizens were bored. Gossip would spread like a wildfire. They didn’t know how to keep a secret.

Coriolanus knew that you liked him. It was obvious to anyone that had two working eyes. The way that your eyes would follow him wherever he went, and how your back would straighten every time he walked by was evidence enough that you had a crush on the blonde boy.

Coriolanus was flattered, really, but he just wasn’t one to date. Many girls have tried and failed at dating him. None piqued his interest. He found that most pretty Capiol girls were dumb and had no interest beyond their physical appearance. They also lacked what he needed most, money.

Coriolanus wanted to continue his education at the University after the Academy. He needed to keep a roof over his, Tigris, and Grandma’ams head, or he would have failed as a cousin and a grandson. Those necessities don’t come cheap after a war, no matter how long ago the war was.

And then he heard the news. Some new students were chatting during lunch. His name and yours got thrown around, and after some intense staring at his apple, he heard what they were talking about. Your little schoolgirl crush on Coriolanus, and that was confirmation enough.

Then there you were, sitting in all your glory.

Being the one and only daughter in the Plinth family made you susceptible to fake people. Always after your money and status, but they will talk about you behind your back. Coriolanus has heard it all. He needed to outsmart the many and study the few that made it to your inner circle. Just because you already had a crush on him meant nothing if he didn’t have a good enough reason to chase after you.

Your red school uniform mixed in with the rest of the crowd, but your face was what drew him in. It was so different, unconventional, and beautiful. The unconventionality of your face made him want to paint a picture of you from memory. You were unique, which he liked. This won’t be too bad, Coriolanus said in his head.

Your tired eyes met his and he didn’t look away. The bags under your eyes accentuated the fact that you couldn’t sleep last night. The thunder crashing outside of your window was probable cause to keep you awake.

Coriolanus got up from his chair and stocked towards you. His stride was purposeful, guiding through clumps of students gathered around the room. He sat across from you and said nothing as he studied your tired expression. It was weird that your brother's friend and your crush were sitting across from you all of a sudden. You were in no way ready to talk to him right now.

“Did you want me to tell Sejanus something?” was all you could manage to ask. Your brain was begging you to ask more. Why are you here? How is your family? Do you think I’m crazy for liking you, even though we’ve never had an actual conversation? But your mouth stayed shut, which saved you from a boatload of embarrassment.

Coriolanus smiled. His teeth were imperfectly imperfect. A natural color, not too white, but not too yellow. His right front tooth was slightly crooked, giving his teeth personality.

“No, I came here to talk to you.”

Your brows furrowed for a second. Why in the world would he want to talk to me? Besides being the sister of his friend, you had nothing going on for yourself. There were far prettier girls that he could talk to. You weren’t all that traversed in philosophy and classic books like he was. You were just…you.

Your lips pressed together in a small line and then returned to normal after a second. You couldn’t form coherent words right now. You nodded your head at the boy in front of you and looked across the room, not ready to make eye contact with him at the present moment. Students talked and whispered with each other as they took in the scene. Coriolanus Snow talking to the girl that had a crush on him. Many girls who had tried to date him in the past narrowed their eyes at you.

You had not noticed that the room was almost silent, save for the whispers of the nosey students. Coriolanus kept repeating your name, trying to break you out of your trance. You liked the way your name rolled off his tongue. An unlimited amount of syllables were repeated over and over again in his baritenor voice.

“What?” you ask as you are broken out of your trance.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” he answered your question with another.

This seemed too good to be true. The boy you’ve had a crush on for years had just asked you out for seemingly no reason. Either whatever higher power in the sky was on your side, or this was one huge prank. Either way, you agreed.

˖ ࣪ . 🦢 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

You stood in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of your room. The baby pink silk slip dress you were wearing used to belong to your mother. She had given it to you two years ago in hopes that you would wear it. She hoped that you would wear it on a date with a nice boy. That’s exactly what you were doing, but there were two problems. The first problem was that you were nothing like your brother, outgoing and outspoken. You preferred to keep to yourself, and if you had to socialize, you would do it with the handful of friends you had. The second problem was that it was two years later. The dress no longer draped beautifully around you like it did when you were younger. It clung to every curve, crevice, and roll you had on your body. You were lucky that the dress still zipped up. You studied yourself in the mirror, going from the tip top of your head down to your painted toenails. At least it looked like you had enough money to be well-fed and groomed.

Coriolanus was taking you to a new rooftop restaurant. The women in your mother's book club raved on and on about how elegant and regal the vibes in that restaurant felt. They also recounted how hard it is to get a reservation. For a new restaurant, it seemed pretty picky with its patrons.

He picked you up around six. The sun had already set and a chill breeze kissed your skin, causing goosebumps to rise on the bare skin of your arms. Coriolanus kept you close to him, placing a strong hand on the small of your back. His hand was cold, causing you to shiver.

The reviews were right. The restaurant was beautiful. The entire place was lit using nothing but candles. They lined the tables with pristine white cloth. There were other details of the restaurant that were otherworldly, but the view of the Capital made you swoon. With Coriolanus long forgotten, your eyes lit up at all the lights and such that outlined every building and street. You had forgotten how beautiful the Capital was at night. Your heart panged with gratefulness at being able to experience this even though you weren’t born here.

Coriolanus studied you once again. The city lights flashed and shone across your body, accentuating the way your skin looked. It looked soft, almost perfect. Nothing was ever perfect.

“So, Sejanus told me you like to paint,” Coriolanus commented, breaking the silence between the two of you.

Your eyes broke away from the shining lights and back to the companion in front of you. “Yes,” you simply said.

The simplicity of your words made Coriolanus fix his hand into a fist under the table. He was doing you a favor! You were the one who had a crush on him, not the other way around. He couldn’t say anything, though. He had to remind himself why he was doing this. Flashes of images passed through his mind. They all had one thing in common; they were dear to him - the only things he loved. That was the reason why he was here. He needed the money that was attached to you.

“What do you like to paint?” The food that he ordered for the two of you was being placed down on the table. He ordered steak and potatoes with a side of steamed vegetables.

You are a vegetarian.

Everyone knew you were vegetarian. You loved animals and couldn’t fathom eating a living animal. You didn’t judge people who ate meat. Everyone was free to live the lifestyle they wanted and you choose to live a meatless lifestyle.

“Why did you ask me out on a date?” you questioned the boy in front of you who was currently eating his food like a starved man. Which he was. He barely had enough money to pay rent, let alone pay for this meal…

That’s why he asked you on a date - for your money. You’ve lived your entire life having to question whether or not someone wanted to be your friend. Your last name followed you everywhere you went. There was nothing shameful about your family, but you hated having fake people around you. It was literal hell.

Of course, Coriolanus didn’t like you. He just needed your money. You scoffed at him and didn’t even let him finish as you sprinted out of the restaurant, leaving him confused and with no way to pay.

It’s safe to say that Coriolanus is never welcomed back.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #angst #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x fem!reader

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followmetoyourdoom · 3 months

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Cute story time

So Christmas is my favourite holiday, I get to see my extended family when we do present drop offs, and my mum cooks an amazing pick your own spread with enough desserts to feed a family of 16. We are often only 3 or 4 at Christmas dinner. We usually have either an animated film or an old film on in the background and have no social pressures to maintain. We have dumb crackers with dumb jokes and we all like to wear the little hats and play with the toys. My mum insists on getting me more than I've asked for, even as an adult, so gifts are always fun, especially when I can one up her and make her giggle like a schoolgirl with the present/s my dad and I pick out for her. We got her a Steiff Pomeranian one year, and my mum called it Channel, and insisted on having it on the sofa next to her throughout the holiday season and kept cooing and petting it, it was delightful. My dad and I tend to play video games in the evening, like we did when I was a kid. There's a dog running around wanting lil scraps of meat, playing with new toys that she's been lavished with. It's all very wholesome and cute and silly.

Now, my nesting partner on the other hand, grew up in a rather uptight middle class society, missing 3 family Christmases entirely as he was singing in the Queen's Westminster youth choir. The one they show live on TV on Christmas day. When he was at home for Christmas, there was a lot of social pressure to be Well Behaved and to be Polite. There was also a lot of judgement as he got older, a lot of backhanded compliments and a lot of dreams crushed. A lot of yelling and a lot of slammed doors. Needless to say, he kind of hates Christmas.

This year however, the first year we've had a Christmas together, he insisted we decorate the entire house and get a wreath for the door and Santa hats for us to wear here and there in the build up to Christmas. Every evening, he would turn the fairy lights on so I got home to a warm and Christmas-y house. He wrote a Christmas card from our dog for me. He pushed himself to get into the Christmas spirit for me, without me pressuring him to, just bc he wanted to make this special for me, bc he knows how much this holiday means to me. We had Christmas dinner at my parents, and he introduced my parents to a tradition of his - whiskey tasting - which they hated and we all laughed at the face my dad pulled. We dropped off presents at my cousin's place, they had all been practising how to say his name and insisted on being corrected so they would get it right, my partner chatted to my nephew about Pokémon the entire time. My aunt said we looked perfect together. My mum got us board games to play together, and slipper socks for my partner who had been wanting some for months - he mentioned it offhandedly in July - but couldn't settle on a design. She got him plain black with a white geometric pattern, subtle enough that it could be Christmas-y, or it could just be a pattern. He loves them. We watched the Italian job, and my partner fell asleep on the sofa while my dad and I played a game from 2002 on his old PS2, and my mum nudged me and, with a smile on her face, quietly pointed to my partner fast asleep and snoring with his mouth open and said 'bless him'.

And yeah, bless him indeed. I know not everyone has fond memories of Christmas, I know it brings some people a lot of pain and a lot of sadness, I've seen it first hand. But there is something beautiful about being able to pull yourself out of that, of your own accord, for someone, and I'm honoured I get to be that someone for my partner, and I appreciate him so much for doing that for me. I'm so lucky.

#Christmas #long post #i know its February #but i was suddenly hit once more with a vast amount of love and appreciation

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madara-fate · 1 year

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my pet peeve with sasusaku is that sakura’s feelings were off screened in part 2 and there was NO substantial reason for her to feel that way and retain such feelings for so long, even tho the story’s backbone is the concept of bonds stemming from people who understand each other due to sharing heavy hardships. i mean, it would’ve been great if she got to reflect etc but ultimately it might come off as dumb bc what would she be thinking anyway? “oh it started as a schoolgirl crush but idk why it changed but nvm now idc like that bc he’s a terrorist i love naruto” kishi said himself he avoided writing in a reason for her feelings bc it would look contrived and he also said she’d be a terrible woman for moving on from sasuke and misogyny aside, it’s bc he wrote himself into a corner with her initial characterization & arc that he stuck with for too long.

my pet peeve with sasusaku is that sakura’s feelings were off screened in part 2 and there was NO substantial reason for her to feel that way and retain such feelings for so long

Firstly, I fail to see how her feelings were off screened when they were only reiterated at regular intervals. Secondly, they spent a lot of time together, she got to know who Sasuke truly was as a person, saw how much he was struggling internally, and wanted to help ease his suffering. Feelings can often very easily arise from wanting to help one in need. Thirdly, why would she need a reason to retain her feelings? It's not like Sasuke's suffering ceased during Part 2; he was still in desperate need of help and I'm gonna come back to this point later on when you mention "misogyny", because I'm so tired of people throwing around that term where it doesn't belong.

even tho the story’s backbone is the concept of bonds stemming from people who understand each other due to sharing heavy hardships.

That's not the story's backbone. Do you really mean to tell me that you can't name any close bonds in the story that didn't initially derive from the two people in question sharing some empathy?

i mean, it would’ve been great if she got to reflect etc but ultimately it might come off as dumb bc what would she be thinking anyway? “oh it started as a schoolgirl crush but idk why it changed but nvm now idc like that bc he’s a terrorist i love naruto”

I've explained why her feelings changed above - Her schoolgirl crush was based on this idea of a perfect Sasuke that every other girl in the academy seemed to have. The cool and composed Sasuke who gets straight A's in both the physical and written exams. All of that changed once she began spending time with him and discovering that beneath that seemingly perfect exterior was a very troubled boy.

kishi said himself he avoided writing in a reason for her feelings bc it would look contrived and he also said she’d be a terrible woman for moving on from sasuke and misogyny aside, it’s bc he wrote himself into a corner with her initial characterization & arc that he stuck with for too long

There's no misogyny here. Nothing Kishi said demonstrated any ingrained hatred or contempt for women. So for god's sake people need to stop throwing around that term whenever they come across a female character who they feel should have been treated better in one way or another. That "terrible woman" quote (which people constantly choose to just focus on that and ignore the entire context of the conversation), is Kishi saying that if Sakura suddenly switched her feelings to Naruto, right after he had become the village hero, and dropped Sasuke like a bag of sick despite him still desperately needing help, that would have made her look terrible, because it would've made her seem like she only cares about one's status, reputation and how "cool" they're deemed by society, but that was not the case. They even made a point to highlight this during her fake confession - Sakura referenced a quote describing women as fickle, but Naruto told her to stop lying to herself, because he knew that Sakura's feelings for Sasuke were anything but fickle:

This was no longer the Sakura who had a crush on Sasuke because she and every other girl in the academy thought he was "cool". No, Sasuke at this point was a wanted international criminal who was anything but socially "cool", and yet Sakura still loved him anyway. Why? Because she didn't care about how cool he was - She knew that Sasuke had a heart of gold, she knew that he was dealing with a lot of mental and internal strife, and she knew that he could still be saved. That's why she retained her feelings for Sasuke despite his transgressions, and it had nothing to do with apparent misogyny.

#Sasuke Uchiha #Sakura Haruno #sasusaku

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butterfliesandrippedtights · 2 years

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who's your favorite and least favorite characters in gone and why?

my favorites

lots of spoilers

also tw for racism and sa

diana:

my all time favorite is diana. ninth grade me was stunned by dark hair and dark eyes being portrayed as beautiful and sexy features. up until then i had a narrow and eurocentric view of beauty standards - blonde hair blue eyes etc. everyone in my family had blonde hair and blue eyes and i had darker features so i was jealous. i watched a lot of anime and read mostly animal books and game of thrones, so i was exposed to other colors being pretty so late in life.

besides her looks, i loved everything about her. how suave she was, how cruel. i had never seen an interesting mean girl character before. i wanted to be just like her, seduce like her, be cool like her. hasn't worked out yet though 🤣. she was so intriguing, how she lied to herself and how manipulations were the only way she rationalized her feelings for caine. i truly believe she had a schoolgirl crush on caine since there weren't really any other guys she was into, and she convinced herself she was manipulating him to let herself get close to him. due to her trauma she could never let herself get close to another person, so she had to mentally jump through hoops to make herself feel powerful enough - and i think that that's really relatable for girls who have been burned before.

her pregnancy and losing gaia struck a chord deep within me when i was first reading the books. and now i've had more experience it strikes even deeper. i wanted her to have more angst over gaia, but light took place over a day and she only had a cameo in monster, so it's totally possible for her to have mourned her baby after all the adrenaline is out of her system. we also get slut shamed all the time so i've been doing something right.

astrid:

i really loved astrid in gone, and deep down i think we all favor characters we have similarities with AND traits we want to have. especially that. i thought it was cool how she attracted all the men while being a stuck up prude, i know i focus a lot on how the guys like them but that matters a lot when you're fourteen. i was smarter than average, and people knew it too, so i identified with her. i've never really been in advanced class though or attended lectures, so it was more the people around me were kind of dumb.

i had disabled siblings like her, and kids would bully them mercilessly. other than that, astrid is equally as snarky and cold as diana. she has very little compassion, and i found that relatable. you just couldn't pay me to care about all the other kids and still can't. i just can't get behind having to be nice to people who are allowed to be awful because they openly feel bad about themselves or are, let's face it, men. (i'm not mean to nice boys bcs they're boys in case someone reads that wrong.) i think a lot of young kids are suffering and can be shitty because they're young people, it's not their fault but i could never bother with that bs.

i think that astrid was unpredictable in a fun way, and i love her for that. she could read the bible and orchestrate your death better than the spanish inquisition. when she threw her brother out the window and endangered him to save people, it really caught my attention. i don't agree with tormenting little kids but i see where she's coming from and how she got there. her arc suffered a bit though, and her having sex with sam felt extremely unrealistic. especially how she went six rounds with him while both being virgins. seriously mg, how did they have the juice for that?

my least favorites

penny and drake:

i hate these two for the obvious reasons. i consume a lot of media with gore in it, but i'm actually very sensitive about that. penny's scene with cigar was an absolute nightmare, because of how graphic it was and how some of the stuff she did to him played into my irrational fears like mg wrote that to spite me. i do feel bad for her though, she was a well written villain and you can see how she got that way. and her feeling unwanted hit uncomfortably close to home for me.

drake is a bit of another story. i hate how he was always evil, which is something that can be realistic, but the trope just feels beaten to death with a baseball bat. i would've preferred if he never had an abusive father and came from a nice home. it makes the pure evil trope more interesting. i'm fine with his scenes in gone, but monster was a whole other level. his regeneration was grotesque too.

his methods of torture were so much more unhinged in monster than gone, it's like mg switched publishers. i don't like how he snuck the rapist part in there either, how all the characters audibly gasped "drake, the rapist!" when they found out he was alive even though he didn't do it in the original series. i know there was a scrapped scene of him assaulting astrid, but i don't count it. it just felt like a cop out of having to write the complexity of something so awful, so why include it in the first place? i know it's definitely not above him, and his hatred of women is why i don't like him. i know i would've been one of the bitches on his maim list because i can't keep my mouth shut.

also, he got old to me really fucking quickly. every time he showed up twiddling his mustache, i rolled my eyes. he was an unwelcome surprise in monster, and his disloyalty to the gaiaphage and delusions of grandeur got on my nerves. he just felt too weak to be so important in the story.

sam and lana:

unlike drake, my problem with them comes out of a place of personal pet peeves. i felt bad for sam but after being tortured by drake and being rejected by astrid, but i found his angst over that really annoying. his chapters just dragged on and on. i do think he was well written though, he's just unappealing to me personally. plus i wanted more of diana and astrid because i loved them, and reading his chapters felt like something i had to do to see more of them. i don't like how he and astrid treated taylor too. poor girl.

similarly to sam, lana started off strong but got tired and boring. i can see why she made the decision to try to run the gaiaphage over with a car, but if she said anything to anyone hunger would've ended better. i don't like how she kind of fell off later in the story, her chapters felt like chores to get through. and mg changed her race every book so picturing her was difficult. her cigarette addiction felt pointless because of her healing ability, also it annoyed me how hard sanjit tried to make her stop. i think a drug addiction storyline would've been better suited for literally anyone else. she and sam were chronic whiners too. i think she should've gotten with and broken up with sanjit earlier, instead of as a footnote in the "where are they now?" ending. other than that i think we're the most similar, with few traits i really admire (she's a total badass tho).

zil too, maybe. i understand how his jealousy led him to try to exterminate the moofs. he was genuinely so awful, and the way he picked apart his gf hurt my soul. i think zil might've been dead, but i didn't like the hc's random turn toward racism. i think it could've been fixed by them expressing those sentiments along with anti mutant ones when the group was first formed. i'm all for politics in stories, but this felt forced. mg has a lot of issues with shoehorning politics in his story. i agree for the most part, but i don't like how he chased validation for making basic political statements. i stopped being a fan of his after finding his 'i'm not racist' rant, which really felt like he included shallow diversity for pats on the back jkr style.

#fayz #diana ladris #astrid ellison #drake merwin #gone series #michael grant #sam temple #lana arwen lazar

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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Feelings? No. Never.

Illinois x gender neutral!reader

@edgynoise ty for the request!

A/N: Illinois falling in love and not knowing what to do with it. I loved writing this lol. There's a dog, and I chose a hypoallergenic dog bc... Y'know... Uh, Illinois being big dumb. Real men don't have FEELINGS. Rated T for cursing and hurt pupper. Don't worry, she gets better. Fluffy. Enjoy.

Word Count: 2.1k

Illinois was a bit intimidated by you. You two had a lot in common. You both loved adventure, you both were fearless, and you both could be too arrogant at times. The difference was you were more aggressive about it. He wouldn't lie, he got worried when you asked him if he dared you to jump over a pit of snakes.

Another difference was you were softer than him. You loved children and animals, and were very kind and caring. Illinois didn't really like kids and most animals just annoyed him. He wasn't the caring type. You two complimented each other well.

One problem.

Illinois had fallen in love with you.

He wasn't sure when or how it happened, but all he knew was that whenever he saw you playing with a baby or a dog or something like that, he couldn't help smiling.

Illinois had fallen in love before. At least, he was pretty sure he had. It had been a while. But the overwhelming desire to see you happy may have tipped him off a bit.

But he was honestly a bit scared.

Feelings were nothing but trouble. They had no place in his line of work. You risked your lives every day, there was no room for a relationship. Besides, he wasn't the relationship type. He was married to his job! The only thing he loved was adventure! And now, apparently, you. What was he supposed to do with that? Ask you out? No. He couldn't. He wouldn't. He'd get over this soon enough.

Then a week passed. Then two weeks. Then two months. And that mushy, touchy-feely, butterflies-in-your-stomach emotion he felt towards you hadn't faded a bit. In fact, it may have just gotten bigger.

He would sit with you while you did absolutely anything, just wanting to be around you. He would watch you from across the room, adoration visible in his eyes. Whenever he talked to you, love and affection dripped from his voice.

He hated it.

He couldn't control it! His face started heating whenever you touched him, and he started giggling like a schoolgirl when he thought of you. This wasn't like him. He needed to stop. But he wasn't sure how to stop.

And he didn't need to.

You two had discovered some temple ruins and Illinois decided to explore. He had hoped some adventure would take his mind off of things.

As it turns out, going on an adventure with the person you are in love with will not help you get over the person you are in love with.

You decided to walk through town on the way over instead of driving, just because. He thought it was a waste of time, but you wanted to see everything. So, you walked.

While walking you froze as you heard a small whine from an alleyway.

"Illinois," you called so he'd stop. He turned to you.

"What's wrong?" He asked. You didn't answer as you spun towards the alley and went in. Illinois followed you, curious in what you were doing. You slowly stepped through the alley, keeping your ears open, until both of you heard another whine. You rush towards the source of the noise and find a Portuguese Water-Dog puppy. Its fur was black, so you barely saw that its leg was bleeding. You gasped and laid your hand on the pup.

"Aw, Illinois! Look at it!" You said sadly. Illinois rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, great. Drop it at the vet so we can go." You turned to him and frowned. He suddenly felt guilty.

"No! I can't just abandon it! I found it and now it's my responsibility," you claimed. Illinois sighed in annoyance. He didn't even try to argue because he knew he couldn't change your mind.

You lifted up the small pup and cradled it in your arms, shushing it gently. Illinois tried to look annoyed, but his brain decided to make a ton of serotonin in that exact moment and he smiled at you. You two stood for a moment, you cradling the dog, Illinois smiling at you lovingly. You looked up at him and smirked.

"There a problem, Illy?" You chuckled. Illinois snapped out of his trance and widened his eyes at you. He cleared his throat.

"Uh, no. Let's just… let's just go," he said and turned around, walking back to where you came from. You jogged to catch up to him, staring at the puppy in adoration.

"I'm gonna call them… Indiana," you said. Illinois turned to you.

"Really?" He asked, offended. You laughed.

"Yeah, really! It'll be too confusing to name you both Illinois," you explained. He turned away from you, his face flushing.

"Yeah… okay," he mumbled.

A couple days after you nursed the puppy back to health, you made Illinois go with you to buy stuff for it. You held his hand as you dragged him around the pet store, holding the puppy in your arms as well. You repeatedly referred to her as your daughter, and told him he was her parent as well. Not to mention, a bunch of people walking around were whispering you two looked cute together.

This was not at all helping with Illinois' feelings for you. He wanted them to leave, not for other people to know about it.

"Y/N can you… not hold my hand and… stop calling me its dad?" He asked, sounding annoyed. Your happy face dropped a bit, but you nodded and let go of his hand. He immediately regretted his decision after 5 minutes of missing your hand in his. You had bought the puppy a collar, a leash, a bed, bowls, food, and a couple of toys. You forced Illinois to pick the toys out, since he was going to be living with the dog too. You wanted him and the pup to get along. He groaned but picked out five, and complained when you told him that was enough. You could tell he was having fun.

You drove the puppy back to you and Illinois' house. You both had thought it made more sense for you to live together, since you started adventuring together.

Yep. That was the only reason, alright.

You set the puppy's bed next to yours and set her on the floor.

"Go on, Indiana!" You urged. The pup wobbled over to the bed, her leg wrapped in bandages. She circled for a minute before laying down on it and soon falling asleep. You stared at her for a while before Illinois tapped you on the shoulder. You turned to him, wondering what he wanted. He held up the newspaper article about the cursed treasure that had originally made you two go on your adventure.

Well, before you found the puppy and forgot about adventure altogether.

You called a doggy daycare so you could drop Indiana off and go on the adventure. You anticipated you'd be away for the entire weekend, so you asked one of your friends to pick her up and drop her off each day. Once they agreed, you and Illinois packed your stuff.

Well, you packed your stuff. Illinois still had his bag from the first time you went.

You two tossed your bags in the backseat and sat in the car, ready for danger.

You two had been walking inside the actual ruins for 2 hours. There were so many different pathways you could go, and somehow, none of the ones you chose so far were correct. You had found plenty of rooms with treasure in them, but every time you took one, something went wrong.

First there was a golden statue that he'd replaced with a rock, and a boulder began to chase you both. You ended up back where you started, unhurt but very annoyed.

Then, a golden lamp sitting in the middle of a room. When Illinois grabbed it, the walls started to close in on you two. There wasn't enough time to run out, so you shot your grappling hook at the door and swung your way out. Illinois' hat almost got crushed. It wouldn't have been bad, but he would've complained to you until he eventually bought a new one.

Another memorable one was when the ground closed in under you and you fell into a pit of vipers. Before Illinois could even ask if you were ok, you climbed up the walls with two knives, smiling and saying you were good. Illinois thought it was impossible to fall more in love with you, yet here we are.

You were on your fourth pathway, and there wasn't anything interesting so far. You two normally just walked in comfortable silence, but Illinois initiated conversation.

"So, partner," he called. You turned towards him with a small smile.

"Hm?" You asked.

"Why do you like adventuring so much?" Your eyes widened as you laughed at the question.

"Well, uh… that's a long story…"

"We got time, don't we?"

You were quiet for a moment before you started telling your entire life story.

Half an hour into you talking and Illinois' smile hadn't faltered a bit. He loved your voice oh, so much. You had gone from talking about your childhood to what you did last week, and he listened to everything. You sped up as you talked so Illinois, with his slow saunter, fell a bit behind. He began to zone out and think.

He loved you… at this point, he knew he did. You were amazing… he loved you so much… What was he supposed to do? He didn't want to kiss you… well, he did. But not yet. He didn't know if you'd want to. He didn't know if you liked him. He had no way of figuring that out without telling you he liked you. And what if you didn't? Your friendship could be ruined! He didn't want that… he wouldn't survive. It's not like he could just… pin you up against the wall and hope you kissed him… could he? Well, he didn't have much to lose. If you didn't like him, maybe he could beg you to be friends with him again. Worth a shot.

"Y/N?" He called. He held your hand, stopping you from going farther. You turned towards him.

"What is it?" You asked.

He grabbed your shoulders and gently pinned you against the wall. Your eyes widened as you looked at him. One hand moved to the side of your neck, and he moved his other hand against the wall, straightening his arm. He was absently rubbing his thumb over your jaw, staring at your lips. He stepped closer to you, moving the hand against the wall to the other side of your neck. You held your breath as he stood dangerously close to you, your bodies almost touching.

"You're… so wonderful…" he whispered. One hand moved to your chin as he stared at your lips. You weren't smiling.

That was bad.

He worriedly looked at your eyes, seeing only confusion. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Just… kiss me if you like me back…" he begged. After a few seconds of nothing, he began moving away from you. "I'm so--" you grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him into a kiss. Illinois, caught off guard, buckled a bit. You pulled him back up and he started kissing back. Your bodies were up against each other and he wasn't sure if he could handle anymore. If he'd ascended into heaven right then and there, he wouldn't be surprised. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged, pulling him impossibly closer to you. He whined and mentally beat himself up for it. He was supposed to make you make those noises. He reluctantly pulled away for breath.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" He murmured. You chuckled.

"I don't know. What am I doing?"

"You're throwing off my entire vibe is what you're doing," You both laughed and he watched you in awe. "I love you…" you stopped laughing and looked at him. Shit, shit, shit. Too soon… he scolded himself. You smiled at him and softly pecked him on the lips again.

"I love you too…" you mumbled. You both gaze adoringly at each other before you wiggled out from your spot between him and the wall, continuing down the pathway. "Come on! I'm not leaving without some sort of reward!" You yelled. He smirked.

"What? Ain't I enough reward, darlin'?" He asked. You rolled your eyes.

"You're good, but love won't pay the bills. Besides, we have a daughter now!"

"Right…"

"Well… I guess you're technically her step-dad, but you can still form a relationship!"

"Oh, shut up." You snickered at him and kept walking. He sighed.

Feelings could be good sometimes.

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ravenvsfox · 6 years

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Hey Meghan. Have you seen season 7 of Voltron yet? I'm seeing a lot of mixed reviews. I watched it and was disappointed in some ways (though not surprised), and a little bored at parts (parts of it reminded me of the politics of Order of the Phoenix), and I loved some other parts. Cosmo for MVP this season. But what was your take (if you watched it)?

Okay holy shit!!! I literally just finished it this instant right now and I have many many thoughts if you’ll indulge me

(obviously there will be spoilers below so uhhh....... watch out)

Firstly I want to be clear that like everyone’s critiques of this season?? beyond valid. so absolutely justified.

I’m mostly disheartened to my bones that the writers think they exist in a creative vacuum that’s somehow out of reach of the bury your gays trope, and that they assumed hyping up a two dimensional gay character destined for death would be.... okay

“here’s a dead gay man that we did not mourn for nor care about plEASE clap”

plus I don’t like.. care about allurance and I thought it was boring and unnecessary lol but like it is what it is and I’m not surprised by it

I think their relationship scans the same way that Aang and Katara’s did in atla, you know? like they’re together bc they’re both..... there.... blue and pink, boy likes girl, girl gives in eventually (when OBVIOUSLY zuko would’ve been a better and more interesting match for katara 👀👀)

making allura a blushing schoolgirl who’s like.. forgotten lotor I guess?? weird. making keith seem straight??? curveball. homophobic

All that said though? I love love loved this season I thought it was hopeful and rallying and emotional and connective

Here are some of my favourite things!

- Shiro and Keith’s brotherhood is such a key emotional force and seeing a vulnerable furious rebel find himself a family and a purpose all at once was SO effective

- Keith is a superb leader, like. everything about him is beyond s1 keith’s wildest dreams. He fosters emotional connections and commands respect, he’s a mama’s boy and a deeply awkward friend as well as being the utter coolest and thinking so quickly on his feet that he’s a blur my dude

- the war feels like a war!! there are such interesting stakes, military proficiency with a healthy dollop of alienness and magic, quirky pilot personalities, interpersonal drama, and endurance of human spirit. When it’s the Earth on the chopping block everything seems more frantic and flawed and personal

- I totally get what you mean about kinda boring politics, but it actually felt the most compelling to me of any season’s shop talk, maybe because there were familiar faces on home turf, and we got to see the way the Holts or Iverson or Veronica worked through their fear and hope

- I loved that there was some lost time, I love that people grew up and grew apart, the implications of time flushing out years and lives from the resistance instantaneously

- now like.. the paladins are unquestionably soldiers, saviours, legends, and they’re also kids who will never really know how old they are?? like they’ve suffered all of this loss and blinked in and out of existence, and when they face Earth again, both they and their home are unrecognizable, and everyone is struggling but also more capable than they ever thought possible

- Hunk is the bravest gd kid and he got to actually hear and feel and understand that (Keith is so fatally honest and wildly action-driven that I think it was critical that he was the one to tell Hunk his worth as a soldier). He has incredible ideas and unshakeable heart and he went from relating to Romelle to relating to Keith? like from poking fun at his own fear to understanding that bravery and terror are two sides of the same coin

- Allura wrestling malfunctioning technology to the floor and gifting altean tech and being metal as fuck but also embodying this steady kind of gentleness?? unreal. give her more interesting lines.

- I heart Coran, my alien kiwi dad

- all of them being vulnerable and sleepy and bored and confused, roadtripping and participating in a game show and spiralling out into hallucinations in space. interesting arcs for interesting kiddos

- Pidge is a child in the war of a lifetime and we got to see her vulnerability and brilliance coexisting in the same scenes. When she leapt out to hug her mom with all four limbs and when the Atlas was under attack and she like whimpered ‘dad?’ she was so so young we really weren’t allowed to forget it

- Cosmo (Kosmo??) you’re absolutely right, a true MVP, head and shoulders above the rest of the animal sidekicks, my apologies to mademoiselle kaltenecker. That scene where lance guides keith & pidge through guarded terrain and they teleport around on the back of a wolf? TIGHT as HELL

- everything about lance, everything everything

- the way he always stands up for his friends first, before anyone else, with that determined mouth of his, “don’t you touch her”, the way he thinks mixed heritage and leadership are the future, the singleminded tenderness for and reliance on keith as “team leader” even though it makes him second in command

- his pristine marksmanship, the focus and seriousness and planning, his ease in battle scenarios, slapping down a shield in front of Veronica to free his arms for fighting or swinging out a rifle to cover Keith’s back, the way war looks on him

- and the way it isn’t all of him!! his gnawing worry for his family, the way you can see him shrug off his trauma when he sees them again, how much kids and animals adore him, his willingness to die for his cause or his sister or his people, self sacrificing over and over again without hesitation, looking so sad and grave when no one’s looking

- his strength at Keith’s side, their constant fizzing energy in battle, their trust in each other, turning their bayards in tandem and creating magic together, voting each other out of purgatory

- (calling him the dumb one is patently untrue and pretty shitty in general lol)

- Veronica? exactly perfect. strong and annoyed and fierce. The only person who makes sense to be lance’s sister, so exasperated and kind and willing to die

- Shiro’s gorgeous character design, his blinding strength, (like..... he shouldn’t have to be this strong and he should’ve gotten big gay married and never been hurt again but) his expression when he finds himself at the helm of a sinking ship and the sheer grit that allows him to win anyway

- his victory is (as always) borne from his generosity for the people he loves and always always believes in

- the last episode?? the coalition of survivors, Shiro’s rousing speech, the sweeping music, the way everyone looked at ruin and division and got immediately to work? hurts. exactly the right emotional punch.

- unity, shiro says. unity, the universe echoes.

#my appreciation personally outweighs my critiques but if it doesn't for you that's totally cool #voltron #vld #voltron season 7 #vld spoilers #not books #fairytalesmakeyoustrong #ask

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I don't know how successful I am at hiding my disappointment at you backing up, but as always I'm easily distracted away from it. Watching intently as you tap away on your phone, I marvel at how effortless you look wielding those claws. They give a dangerous hint to your delicate hands and my heart kicks up a notch in anticipation, for what I'm not sure of yet.

My attention is pulled to your phone as you flash the screen my way. Hot. Handsome. I think you'd mentioned sexy earlier. I don't mean to stroke my own ego; and I know I don't have the smoldering intensity of Bakugo or the rich boy hotness of Todoroki; but I know I pull off that pretty, boy next door look at worst or boy band member at best, and I try to play it up. It's one of my best qualities and I figure maybe people will be willing to overlook how dumb I can be. I hope you can overlook how dumb I can be.

I'm pulled from my thoughts as you raise my hand to your face giving it a little kiss. I feel my eyes grow wide and my cheeks heat up in response. My mind blanks and now I can say I know how a schoolgirl with her first crush feels. So you're teasing me now, huh? Well, two can play at that game. I have the smallest smirk on my face as I stick my tongue out at you, the freshly healed piercing glimmering, "And you call me smooth, kitty cat?"

I'm trying so hard not to show how much you messed with me. Remembering that you'd texted me, I realize my phone is in the wrong pocket. My choices are either let go of your hand to get it or try to wrangle it out with my opposite hand. I mean it's not possible to hold your hand every minute for the rest of eternity right? But that doesn't mean I don't want to try!

I awkwardly reach around to pull out my phone, fumbling it a couple times. Ignoring the many, many notifications from the Bakusquad (a few messages catch my eye anyways, teasing or encouraging me to finally get the girl), I save your info as a new contact. I return the favor, showing you "😻 Tiger Lili 😚" next to your text, and wait for approval. ⚡

When you stick your tongue out, my eyes immediately catch on your piercing, and then linger on your lips when you talk. I wonder how it'd feel to kiss you, to press my lips against yours and draw your tongue into my mouth, how that piercing would feel against me. Not just on my own muscle, but laving down my neck, kissing along my clavicle and-

You are such a tease, and fuck if it didn't work on me. Sending all kinds of heated thoughts tumbling through my brain and warming my face and body. I've been watching you and wanting you for so long, spent so many days watching you and cheering for you, that now you're right in front of me and I almost can't believe it.

Watching you struggle with your phone makes me giggle, it's obvious you don't want to let go of my hand, and I think you're just so cute. Before I turn my attention to your phone, I tuck some hair behind my ear revealing that it's elf-like and heavily pierced. The lobe is stretched slightly with two piercings trailing above it, connected by a gold chain. A bar spans the length of my cartilage, also gold, and a small matching lightning bolt dangles there. It's tiny, and I hope that you notice; I bought it because of you.

"You know, you're not the only one with a few hidden surprises, Kami." I hope your attention lingers on my ear so you'd think that I meant those piercings, but I actually meant I had them lower, in more private areas.

Or maybe you would catch my drift. You had a wandering mind, maybe you'd read between the lines. I tried not to think about how it'd feel with the metal of your tongue piercing tangling and working with the metal of my nipple piercings, and I'm grateful I have your phone to focus on.

Tiger Lili. God you're endearing. I giggle again at the emojis, they're so cute and so like you. I love the way you keep referring to me as cat-like, as well, even though my quirk is definitely more... vampiric in nature. I can be your kitty cat, if that's what you want. I can be a lot of things... if that's what you want. "Yep, that's me!" I say cheerfully, confirming that the number matches.

Hey mod idk if you saw it or if you follow my main but I drew a selfship with me and denki bc I love him smmmmm

#darling denki <3 #mod i love this rp so much i hope you know that #its the highlight of my day #thank you so much #come off anon so i can kiss you

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