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sunananaa · 9 months

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IM NOT INTERESTED!!

四 - sibling tingz

wc: I haven’t counted…

note: not proofread!!

“y/n get off your phone and eat you’re food” isagi said from across the table giving a stern look.

“yeah yeah sorry my bad” you said putting it down resting your chin upon your palm.

you payed no attention to the food in front of you, well aware of that fact that bachira was stealing some for himself.

you couldn’t care less, instead you stared at nothing in particular, letting out a long dreamy sigh.

isagi raised his brow at you.

“let me guess, you’re still thinking about that one guy you met earlier” he said in an unimpressed tone.

“but ofc!! he’s probably somewhere in this cafeteria right now!” you said gushing.

rin next to you ate his food silently, he hadn’t said a word since you all started eating.

“rin, you’ll help me look for him.” you said as more of a demand than an question.

“no i won’t?” he said confusedly turning to face you.

“oh yes you will, and then you’re coming to chess club with me!” you ordered and he groaned and rolled his eyes.

they carried on eating and you tapped your foot impatiently waiting for them to finish.

“hurry up with your food guys! we need to go find hi-”

“WHICH ONE OF YOU IS (Y/N)?!” a voice boomed through the whole cafeteria.

you turned around to face the entrance which was a few tables away from you. there stood a tanned boy with spiky blonde hair with pink tips at the end. he had a bump on his forehead that was noticeable even from a far and he looked absolutely feral.

you slowly turned back around again to face the table.

“that’s shidou isn’t it?” you whispered quietly not daring to turn round and take a second look.

the three boys simply nodded

just keep calm (y/n)! there’s no way he knows what you look like

you tried to tell yourself but you were panicking on the outside.

keeping your head low, you pretended to eat you food as you heard his footsteps stomping around looking for ‘(y/n)’. the footsteps gradually got louder seemed to be approaching your table.

for some odd reason they stopped right behind your chair.

you turned around and surely enough there he was, looking as if he was ready to end you there and then.

you gulped before smiling nervously.

“hey… what’s up?” you said trying to play it cool.

he didn’t say anything. he raised his hand and attempted to hit you but you had ducked just in time.

“bro!! why you tryna hit me??” you yelled confusedly.

“because, (y/n), this bump on my forehead is all your fucking fault.” he said pointing to the redness on his head. you honestly thought it was from all the anger.

how does he know im (y/n)??!!

“huh? who’s (y/n) hahaha…” you chuckled nervously.

he pointed to your blazer. “there’s a name tag on the back of your blazer.”

shit.

he started cracking his knuckles and winding up his arm ready to do some proper damage before someone else came from behind.

“shidou, stop causing trouble.” the low and lazy voice spoke up.

you edged your head past shidou to see who had spoken and gasped quietly.

it was him.

shidou growled and shoved his hands in his pockets. surprisingly though, he didn’t bother you any longer and trudged off mumbling some incoherent things.

the guy whom you had bumped into earlier, aka the love of your life.

his piercing eyes scanned over everyone at your lunch table, stopping a second longer on rin before looking at you.

you could’ve sworn you nearly peed your pants there and then as you heart started to beat faster. soon enough he turned around and went the same was as shidou.

you let out a sigh of relief and placed your hand on your chest.

“(y/n)? why are you blushing? you literally almost died.” isagi asked perplexed at your facial expression.

“that was him! he’s the guy i was telling you about!” you said excitedly

“who? shidou?” bachira guessed

“no! the guy behind him!” you said and suddenly all three of them immediately went quiet.

you eyed them all weirdly, wondering what the shift of behaviour was about. the atmosphere was tense and you didn’t feel like you could say anything.

rin, surprisingly, was the first to say something.

“you seriously like him?” he asked, and was it just you or did he sound… mad?

“yeah he’s the guy im sure! is something wrong?” you questioned growing a bit worried.

rin shook his head and hesitated before speaking up again.

“that guy… he’s my brother.”

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SUMMARY: in which 2nd-year y/n l/n one day turns up at their high school and falls heads over heels with a certain 3rd-year, one who has a strict ‘no-dating’ policy.

taglist: @bluerskiees @ilovechuuyaa @bloomb @silly-ez @yourstrulyharu @vanitasbrainrot @urdesaintess @saeswifeeee @kiopanxp @urluvvdomm

#sae is bbg #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #blue lock smau #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x you #bllk #bllk x reader #sae itoshi #sae itoshi smau #bllk x y/n #bllk smau #bllk x you #bllk sae

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viaviv124 · 11 days

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I had an idea for a royal AU thingy

So, Narinder and the other bishops are royalty or nobility or something. One day, baiscally out of nowhere, Narinder is betrothed. Like his parents or Shamura or whatever just announced "oh yeah you're engaged now". Obviously this doesn't sit right with Narinder at all and he tries to argue, but it's pointless. The decision is made and he can't do anything about it. Thing is, he's never told who he's betrothed to. He thinks it's just a noblewoman for more land or a trade. Then he meets his new fiance, as they are required to move in.

The fiance is a lamb of lower status, very recently got their hands in the church and accumulating small wealth through it. The church is very influential, espacially since it effectively worshipped the royal family, so it initially didnt surprise Narinder all that much to be betrothed with a priest. Except the lamb wasn't even a proper priest, yet somehow they got a small church away from the capital an almost cult following. It became one of the strongest churches. Oh well, Narinder thought, a religious figure that preached about him? Might as well be devoted so it might make this entire ordeal somewhat managable.

And at first the lamb was very polite and kind. And then, probably because they saw Narinder (or any of the siblings in fact) wasn't as godly as the scriptures made the royal family out to be, they started standing their ground and making demands of their own, even if it was just asking for something small like "can you please give me the thing over there? You're closer to it." Narinder, obviously, wasn't one to follow this commoner's will.

These 2 bickered and fought CONSTANTLY, it's gotten to a point where no one was surprised anymore when they'd hear yelling from afar or see scratches, bites and bruises on the 2. They could not sit in a room for 5 minutes before one of them would start a fight. The lamb's chatty and Narinder's prideful nature didn't help at all.

But over time they slowly got accustomed to eachother and realized they work well together, be it in planning or combat (which the lamb was also surprisingly skilled at). So as much as they still bickered, there was no bad blood. The original dread of being betrothed turned into a well working partnership. They started to question if they could eventually love too, not knowing they were already secretly pining. Narinder was the first one to show actual affection through, feeling comfortable to hold them. The lamb didnt refuse so it's not his Problem. (who is he kidding? He wouldnt stop even if the lamb would bite his hand for it and kick him. Not like they never did that before and their wool is warm and soft so he doesnt care)

The other siblings just watched amused at their pining, making bets how long until they finally kissed and confessed their love.

Edit: oh yeah, the Lamb didnt initiate the Engagement either. It was just 2 forces above them going "yeah this random guy who made the church more powerful and the third prince should marry" (ofc this isnt exactly how it went but yeah). The lamb didnt know Jack-shit either, only being told of the Engagement the day they were told to move to the Palace lmao

#I may have listened to We become We a lot-#Also i have way too many ideas #Not a coherent thought in this head #Cotl #Cotl au #Cotl lamb #Cotl Narinder #Cult of the Lamb #Narilamb #cotl unity au

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neo-zone · 4 months

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Alright, I finally got my hands on this full ... presscon? cast reaction? Whatever.

I already shared some screenshots from this before (by some people on Twitter) and after finally watching the full version, I fell like I need to share the rest of the season 2 world building and character lores mentioned and discussed to you guys in here (and also major spoilers for season 3)

P.S. I could be wrong on some of the points here (either misinterpreting or not paying enough attention), so please correct me if I do in the reply section

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Season 2

I'm still confused af on this line : "he killed his original body as well as his personality, eventually turning into the twisted monster that he is now". Like so, does it refer to Sang-won killing his original body in season 2 or is it about monster Sang-won killing the real Sang-won?

I still don't get this line too, so interpret it however you want : "The child covered in black?" "This is where what's remaining of Sang-won disappears, uncovering the child."

Chan-young was a baseball player. Ye-seul was one of the cheerleaders

Oh, apparently monsterization does still happened inside the stadium. That's why there's a regular daily checking. Anyone showing symptoms will be out in the isolation place (yeah that place where they put the sick mom in). Some lived, some died inside the isolation => might be why Chief Ji keeping her monster son secluded somewhere deep inside the stadium

Hyun-su cut Yi-kyung's daughter hair the same style as him, hence how they're being similar appearance wise

The live action crew is adapting Shotgun Boy into Netflix Sweet Home

Yi-kyung blames herself for how her child turned out to be with her monster-turning power

Yi-kyung's inability to give affection or even touched her child stems from the fact that monsters are created from human desires, so she didn't want her child to have desire (awfully familiar with a particular old man *side glance*)

Yep, you guessed it. These three (Hyun-su, Eun-yu, and Chan-young) are dense as fuck about their own feelings to each other (minus Hyun-su to Chan-young and vice versa ofc)

Yi-kyung's daughter views Hyun-su as her own family even more than her biological mother. Because they're similar and he's the only person she could hold hands with without her power reacting

Hyun-su uses red ribbons to mark the safe area for Eun-yu because color red stands out among the greenery of Seoul post time skip

The monster cocoons are shaped like a heart because monsterization manifests from human desires

The "real Jung Wui-myeong" is one of the scientists. Sang-won (or monster Sang-won depending how you interpret the earlier points) took his identity and used it as his own, probably to separate himself from his old human self

Lmao, not them calling Sang-won's family as family of evil and there's no good apple in it. That's so fucking foul

Sang-wook is still there somewhere (I already shared this one before)

Sang-won's original abilities include the Medusa touch he did to Hyun-su in episode 3

Oh wait, Yi-kyung survived?! I thought she died after her fight with Hyun-su (uh oh *nervous glance to every instance of me mentioning "her death" in replies*)

Monster Hyun-su act according to what Hyun-su thinks and desires (I had shared this one before)

Monster Hyun-su is more proactive and extrovert (is the extrovert part really necessary?")

Season 3 rough summary

Family drama : Nam Sang-won starts a bunch of trouble (this bitch) in order to create a world he dreams of. There are family reunions and conflicts between spouses. He also meets his child (uh oh). They fight for her custody. This custody case didn't need a court (fuck, oh come on 😂). Yi-kyung wouldn't just talk it out. She'd fight until one is dead

Sibling drama : Eun-yu will meet Eun-hyeok again, but I'm not sure it'll make her happy

Second male lead struggle : Chan-yeong faces even more hardships as the story progresses. But even then, he gives up a lot just to protect Eun-yu. He starts to understand the monsters more. There's a lot on his mind as the story goes on.

More monster Hyun-su : Hyun-su lets go of himself and lets out the monster. But the monster doesn't just do its thing. He reads Hyun-su's mind and acts as he wants.

Another Hyun-su and Yi-kyung interaction : And later on, he interacts with Yi-kyung as well. The emotion it brings also felt huge. In the narration, he tells Eun-yu how much pain Yi-kyung is in and that he has to stop it all himself. So I'm sure Hyun-su sparked a change in Yi-kyung's heart. That'll continue in Season 3.

#sweet home 2 #sweet home season 2 #sweet home netflix #sweet home #anyway the eng sub is available so no need to worry if you can't understand korean #i made this post and look back to my older posts and don't know what to do with it now (especially the musing and wondering ones)#cha hyun su #jung ui myeong #seo yi kyung #lee eun yu #park chan young #nam sang won #also gonna pin this just in case people see my older posts about sweet home 2

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illfoandillfie · 4 months

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Blurb Advent 2023: Day 24

This idea came to me after seeing about a hundred reels on insta about guys in grey sweatpants lmao, so i wrote it.

Warnings: minimal editing ofc, making out, mostly pretty cute but quite a lot of dick talk

Ben had stuck the heating on but it was still getting warmed up, a slight chill through the house. The two of you were rugged up on the couch with some mulled wine Ben had decided to make, a gingerbread scented candle burning in the kitchen making the whole place smell festive, and a Christmas variety show playing in the background. The tree was lit up, perhaps unnecessarily considering it wasn’t yet night but the sky outside was grey, threatening to snow. Almost a cliched holiday scene. There was a pile of presents underneath, opne you’d have to load into the car in the morning since they were mostly for parents and siblings, uncles and aunts. Tomorrow would be chaotic since you were intending to visit both his and your families – lunch with one dinner with another – but that wasn’t new. Since your very first holiday with Ben, Christmas had been like that. It only took a couple of years for the two of you to declare Christmas Eve your day. Just the two of you, getting into the holiday spirit and probably making out a little.

Tradition dictated that you each got to open one present on Christmas Eve. Usually, the silliest thing you’d got each other. You’d save the bigger, more impressive stuff for opening with everyone else, but there was always something smaller, something goofier that you could exchange the day before. Ben sorted through the pile under the tree until he pulled out a smallish square box, wrapped up in paper with candy canes printed on it. “Merry Christmas Eve, babe,” he said softly, handing it to you with a small kiss. You tore into it excitedly, revealing the box which claimed to contain a galaxy projector, “Oh my god Ben! This is so cool!” He gave you a pleased little grin, “I thought you’d like it.” You fussed about getting it out of the box and plugging it in as Ben set to opening the package you’d given him. “Oh score, babe! I needed new trackies” Ben said, holding up the grey sweatpants you’d bought him. You giggled, “no problem honey.” “Am I old? I just got ridiculously excited about what I definitely would have considered a boring present as a kid. Does that make me old?” “Aww honey, no. They’re very hip and cool. All the hot young things are buying them for their guys. The internet tells me so.” “What are you on about?” “You haven’t seen those insta reels? The memes about how hot guys in grey trackies are?” “Ummm no. Oh god maybe I really am old.” You snorted, “If you put them on I can explain what the memes are. But no undies okay?” “And that will make me young? Sounds crazy but okay, they look really fucking comfy.”

In the time it took for Ben to go and change you managed to get the galaxy projector working. It wasn’t quite as good as the box implied but it was cute and you liked how it looked. “Woah, hey, that’s pretty cool.” Ben said, stairing up at the stars on the ceiling, “I thought it was gonna be a bit shitter to be honest.” You were placing the projector on the coffee table, laughing, but as you turned you nearly choked. The memes had been right, it was hot. You could see practically everything. Ben was oblivious to your staring, “Babe you did so well, these are so comfy I love them.” He did a bit of a turn in them, letting you see his ass for a moment before the outline of his cock was back in front of your eyes. “Honey why don’t you come sit,” you patted the couch beside you. Ben seemed a little surprised but he obliged. “In fact, why don’t you put your feet up,” you scooted off the couch so Ben had space to stretch out. “Uhhh, yeah alright. Don’t you want to sit too though?” “Oh I will,” you let Ben get settled before pouncing, straddling him and leaning in to kiss him. Ben hummed into the kiss, his arms automatically wrapping around you and pulling you close. “Not sure what that was about,” he said softly when you finally broke apart, “but I’m not complaining. Just tell me what I did to get you so horny, so I can do it again.” “Did you not look at yourself in a mirror when you changed into these pants?” “No,” “So you didn’t realise how visible your dick is?” “Is it?” You laughed, “This isn’t helping make you seem less old. That’s what the memes are about and I can tell you they’re spot on. I’ve been staring at your cock since you changed.” “Oh, wel-” “Shh, don’t say anything else, it’ll only distract from making out.” Ben groaned as you rocked forward, his cock pressed against your cunt, “Yeah okay, good plan.

#my writing #my blurbs #blurb advent 2023 #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine

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transmisogyny-explained · 9 months

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I really appreciate your blog because I've been getting so much insight from it as a TME trans man who is mostly around other TME people (kinda just by happenstance, although I'm always open to trans female/transfem friends).

Anyway. You reblogged a post talking about why some trans women can seem a little prickly towards TME people, which reminded me of when I met a group of trans women IRL once at an event for trans people (most of them happened to be trans women, but all trans people were invited), and one of the women I approached and talked to most that night did seem a bit uneasy/cautious/maybe even a bit standoffish around me at first. I sort of understood at the time that "oh yeah it's probably bc I'm TME" and I've never let it get to me, ofc. I just didn't quite understand how deep that feeling towards me likely went. How much pain was attached to it.

She warmed up a good bit to me eventually, though, and we even hugged before I left. And I just thought when reading that post and a couple others you reblogged, "That woman I met that night, in her 30s, going out with her other trans female/transfem friends to have fun...she had been through a lot. She's going through a lot as I type this. She will go through much more...of course she was nervous around me. So many trans men just Don't Get It, and some don't WANT to get it...and she's suffering because of it. She and all of her friends...why would anyone want that? Especially another trans person?"

And it made me sad. It made me upset that trans women have to be on guard so much because they never know, even in space they belong in, just which TME person is going to decide they don't belong. And, just as importantly, who is going to side with that TME person to make sure she and women like her are kicked out for good...

I don't mean for this to be an "oh I'm such a good person, I would NEVER do that" type spiel. Because I'm not a good person JUST because I care about and accept trans women. It's something everyone should do by default.

I just wanted to relay this story and attach my face to it because 1). Going on anon would make this feel so much less genuine to me. Like I'm more concerned about receiving backlash from transphobes than I am about showing people I care. And I'm not.

2). I know a lot of trans women are frustrated with and scared about the lack of support from trans men. And when I remembered that story and that woman I met that night, I thought maybe if I told it and explained how I felt, that maybe I could give some kind of hope and reassurance that there are trans men who do care and do want to support their trans woman/transfem sisters/siblings.

And 3). I wanted to assure trans women making posts about their experiences with transmisogyny that their posts are reaching more than just people who also experience transmisogyny, as well as unfortunately bigots who don't believe them/don't care/perpetuate transmisogyny on purpose. I'm listening. My friends are listening. I promise we care.

I honestly don't know if this will help anyone or if this is tone deaf at all. And I'm telling you in particular because your blog is where I saw the posts, and your blog has taught me so much, and I really appreciate it. I hope it was okay to send this to you.

But yeah. Thank you for reading all this and I'm so sorry if this sounds like some random needy guy trying to win favors or praise. And no one has to believe me or say anything positive about me or what I said. I promise I don't feel like I need to be rewarded for being an ally to trans women or anything. Again, I was just wanting to tell this story to maybe prove that there are TME people who are listening. I know how stubborn and downright awful some of us can be when we're told we're being transmisogynistic. I'd imagine it's beyond frustrating.

On that note; I'm happy to see you on my dash again! Just please take care of yourself when you need to. It's okay to take breaks, or even a hiatus. Your mental health is so much more important than managing a blog. The work you do is good and important, but you deserve to have time to recover from the negativity you receive. Even if you one day have to abandon this blog for your health, you made a positive impact while you were here! I support and care about you! Thank you for being here and being you💜

I don’t think it’s tone deaf. Personally, I like hearing that my efforts haven’t been for nothing, so thanks for sharing.

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k-evans-reads · 2 years

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On Deck

Chapter 11

Summary: Although they grew up in the same small town, Chris and Sam had both gone their separate ways a long time ago. Chris moved up to become a MLB star, one of the best in the business, while Sam stayed stuck in the same small town. But when multiple injuries ended the Red Sox prodigy’s career, he winds up back in the same small town he swore he’d never be back to. The past may not stay in the past any longer, as old wounds begin to creep back up.

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans X OFC Samantha “Sam” Merrick

Word Count: 5,994

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: Narcissistic parenting, mentions of poverty, manipulation & gaslighting.

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Chris glanced at the small trophies spread out on the table along the front of the high school’s cafeteria, frowning a little as he adjusted them. It was the end-of-the-season team banquet, and while it was earlier in the postseason than Chris knew any of the kids - and himself - had hoped that they’d be doing this, it was still a nice night to celebrate the kids making it to the third round of the playoffs and the entire season as a whole.

Lisa ghosted a hand over the back of his shoulder as she came to a stop next to him, asking, “You ready to start, honey?”

“Almost, we’re just waiting for Riley and Dylan to get here,” Chris told her, glancing towards the open doors one more time, hoping to see them walking in.

“I think he is here, I thought I saw Sam just a minute ago,” Lisa trailed off, turning to look around the large cafeteria. “Oh yeah there they are.”

Chris followed her gaze when he turned around, but when his eyes found Sam and Riley, he saw them standing with an unfamiliar woman. “Hey Ma, who is that with Sammy?” He asked, his eyes remaining on them. It wasn’t like Sam to hang around unfamiliar people - but especially in a setting like this. Chris didn’t recognize the woman from any of the games, practices, or hell - even the diner.

“That’s her mom,” Lisa told him quietly, taking a sip from the water bottle in her hands as she spoke to him.

His brows raised sharply, looking at the woman who barely looked older than himself and Sam. “That’s Susan?”

Lisa nodded, glancing over to him and asking, “Haven’t you met her?”

He shrugged, his eyes still locked on Sam’s back. “I think I really vaguely remember her from when we were kids, but no, I haven’t met her again since coming back,” he recalled, but shrugged again. Sam and Chris were friends in high school, but she had been certainly closer to his younger sister, Shanna, who was the same age as Sam. They’d spent many weekends together as young kids at the Evans home, and from what little he could remember of Susan from then, it wasn’t exactly any glowing or fond memories.

“Hasn’t she come to Riley’s games? Or dropped him off at practice?”

“No, Sammy is the one who always brings him. Then anytime I’ve taken Sam home, her mom is at work,” he shook his head, a scowl on his face when he shrugged. “Honestly, from what I’ve heard about her, I’m not too impressed.”

Lisa sighed, shaking her head and tapping him on the arm as she - a bit vaguely - told him, “There’s a lot more there than you even know.”

She squeezed his arm before she dropped her hand from it, following Chris as they headed over to the Merricks. His eyes flickered around the room, taking in the sight of some of the other parents, or his team’s siblings, everyone dressed up a little for the end of the season celebration. Most of the parents were in dresses or polo shirts, Chris himself in a white polo as well, but noticed how both Sam and Riley looked a little out of place in the crowd.

Riley was wearing a flannel button-up shirt, an unusual choice for the warm late spring day, but knew it was probably the only collared shirt he owned. Meanwhile, his beautiful Sammy - who he knew had come straight from the diner - had her dark hair pulled up into a bun, while a pink, slightly wrinkled cotton shirt covered her torso. The sleeves were rolled up a little to help hide how ill-fitting it was, and the light wash jeans that hugged her legs came to a stop above her ankles, obviously much too short for her long legs and only showing off the pair of beat up mules on her feet, scuffs causing the thin fake leather to be peeling away in spots. It almost physically felt painful to see them looking that way, knowing how self conscious it made Sam and silently reminded himself to find a way to get her to let him start purchasing a few more things for her, wanting to be able to make her smile the way she did in that black dress he bought her that he knew she’d faint if she knew the price tag.

But Chris felt like his breath was taken away when they made it to the group, putting his hand on Sam’s lower back, causing her to turn and shine that dimpled grin at him that he swore was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.

“Hi baby,” he whispered, smiling at her as he leaned in to kiss her cheek, then looked at Riley with a wide grin. “Hey Riley, nice hat! Whoever gave that to you must have great taste.”

He, Lisa, Sam, and Riley all laughed, remembering that the hat was one of the things - along with a few jerseys, signed by the team and Chris, and other memorabilia - that they had brought back from his and Sam’s weekend trip to Boston two weeks prior.

Sam rolled her eyes as Chris’ arm wound around her waist, shaking her head and saying, “And is full of themselves.”

“I can’t help it that I have good taste, baby,” he murmured, Riley and Chris trading smirks before Chris straightened up, looking at Susan politely with a smile. “But I don’t think I’ve gotten a chance to meet who you’re with.”

“Oh sorry, um, Chris this is our mother Susan, and mom this is Chris,” Sam introduced them, a pink-tinge to her freckled covered cheeks. “And you remember Lisa.”

Lisa and Chris greeted Susan warmly before Lisa moved over and hugged both Sam and Riley finally. “Susan, who would have guessed that our kids would end up dating one day? It’s kind of funny isn’t it?” She asked the younger woman, looking between Chris and Sam happily.

Sam’s mother had a nervous look in her eyes and she kept sneaking glances towards Chris, something that was beginning to make him uncomfortable, especially given how close he was already to both of her children. “I certainly never could have seen that coming,” Susan laughed as she snuck another glance - this time far longer. “Although I was hearing from everyone around town that Sam was at all the games to check out the new coach.”

Chris felt Sam tense against him, his arm dropping from her waist as she straightened, giving Susan a bit of a look as she whispered, “Mom.”

She shrugged shamelessly, pursing her lips and saying, “Well I’m just saying it worked out well. I know Riley is becoming a pretty good baseball player and wants to play in college.”

“Yeah he is,” Chris praised, taking a long sip of water. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the teenager, saying, “Riley, I mentioned your name to a friend of mine and see if he’ll come watch you play next year with your fall team.”

Riley’s eyebrows shot into the air, his face shocked as he asked, “Seriously?!”

Susan beamed with pride, but there was something in her eyes that Chris didn’t like, and from the look on Sam and Lisa’s faces…. They saw it as well. “See, I knew this would work out well!” She practically sang. “I always knew Riley would get to do something exciting.”

Chris tried to think of something to say quickly to change the subject, but was saved by his own mother when she kindly praised Susan herself, saying, “Well you sure do have two very wonderful kids, Susan. We just love them both so much.”

Susan glanced at Sam with a smile, telling the group proudly, “Sam is doing so well too. I don’t know if she told you but she interviewed for a new job as a receptionist and is waiting to hear back.”

Sam’s face was tight as Lisa looked at her curiously, shaking her head and explaining, “I already heard back. I didn’t get it because I don’t have a college degree.”

“Baby, you didn’t tell me you interviewed for another one,” Chris whispered, glancing at her from the side.

But Sam shook her head again, meeting his eyes and telling him, “No, this is the one from like a month ago. I already told you about it.”

And with that, Chris was clued into a little bit of their relationship, realizing that something that had happened so far back was something that Susan still either didn’t know about or didn’t remember. He had figured out that Susan and Sam weren’t close just by the lack of mentions of her, but the fact that they all lived together and yet Sam was basically Riley’s mother stated a lot. But Chris tried not to be judgemental, not knowing the full story and having never heard much from Sam about it.

He tried to keep his face from expressing too much as the group stood there talking for a long moment, noticing how disconnected Susan was from both of her children before she excused herself outside for a cigarette, leaving the close group together. Chris wrapped his arm back around Sam’s shoulders, pulling her close and pressing a soft kiss to the edge of her forehead before he reached over and gently smacked the bill of Riley’s hat, asking him, “Alright dude, it’s probably time to get this show on the road so you can get your award.”

The teenager’s eyebrows raised in surprise as he looked at Chris, asking, “I’m going to get one?”

“Well yeah, I mean, I saw Kayla here so I had to make sure to give you something to impress your girl,” Chris shrugged with a smirk on his face, dodging Riley’s hands as he reached out to smack him lightly.

“Shut up!” Riley groaned, a blush spreading across his cheeks while Chris and Sam laughed.

Sam pulled away from Chris’ arm, nodding her head over to the long cafeteria tables where everyone was beginning to sit down. “C’mon Riley, let’s go get a seat,” she told him.

Chris watched as they walked over to a table, sitting next to both Kayla and Cody - one of his best friends on the team. He slowly moved towards the front, making some rounds with the few remaining families near the drinks table before he finally reached the front, glancing nervously at the expectant eyes on him. These kids had grown to mean the world to him, pulling him from the depths of the worst time in his life while he took on a job he didn’t even want. But now he was dreading going back to Boston in the spring, dreading a year not spent on the high school field helping train these teens nearly every day of the week.

Sam’s eyes trailed Chris as he easily spoke, a grin on his face as he told some stories from the season that would lead into each award. She thought about when she’d first met him when he came to town, remembering what a stuck up asshole he was. She almost felt like this possibly couldn’t be the same man… the one standing up there now with so much tenderness in his eyes as he beamed while telling stories of the teenagers and hugging them when they came up for their award seemed lightyears away from the one who looked down his nose at the small town and constantly had a sour demeanor. When he first came to town, Sam would have laughed in the face of anyone who said one day she’d be in love with him, but when she saw the man he was now, it didn’t surprise her in the slightest.

And as he handed out the awards - giving a few teasing awards to the seniors - before he finally reached Riley’s, giving him the Best Teammate award, she watched as his eyes twinkled when they met Riley’s shocked face. Sam herself was extremely touched at the meaning of the award, knowing that it reflected every bit of responsibility and respect that Riley carried with him daily.

The meaning of the award meant the world to her, feeling like it was a small sign to her that maybe the last in her family wasn’t just another fuck up making nothing of their life, and it showed that maybe she was doing alright.

The ceremony ended soon after that, and as Riley, Chris, and the rest of the players and other coaches gathered for pictures at the front of the cafeteria, Susan made her way to stand next to Sam. “I’m glad you came to see Riley get his trophy. I know it meant a lot to him,” Sam told her quietly, her eyes locked on Riley’s still surprised expression as he stood with his friends.

Susan nodded, her arms crossed as she murmured back, “I hope Riley’s going to be able to go on and play more baseball. I was really hoping that having Chris Evans as the coach would be able to open some doors for him.”

“I guess,” Sam shrugged, her brows furrowing at the implication of her words.

She could see Susan purse her lips out of the corner of her eyes, listening with a frown as her mother slowly said, “I think it’s opening a lot of doors for you too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m just saying that it was smart of you to choose him. He’s certainly not a bad meal ticket,” Susan joked as she laughed quietly, shrugging as Sam met her eyes.

The words brought back their previous discussion - when Susan implied that Sam sleeping with Chris would give them some sense of financial security that they’d been struggling to attain for nearly Sam’s entire life. With a hardened voice, Sam told her mother firmly, “I didn’t choose Chris because he has money.”

“It worked out well for us though,” Susan replied with another shameless shrug, her expression bothering Sam deeply.

With her jaw set, Sam dug in her nearly-destroyed work bag until she found the car keys. “Here,” she told Susan, handing over the keys and not meeting her mother’s eyes when she shifted her attention back to watching Riley, plastering a smile on her face when he shot her a smile and lifted the small trophy up - the shocked expression returning.

“Why are you giving me these?” Susan asked, her hand still outstretched with the keys in it.

“I’m not going home.”

“Oh Sam, don’t get pissed, I was just joking around,” Susan insisted, tilting her head and digging herself a further hole as she said, “Besides, I’m not wrong. I think it was smart of you to be with him and I hope you keep him happy at least until Riley can get a connection with one of those baseball scouts.”

“I already told you once that I never want to hear you talk about Chris like that ever again,” Sam told her in a low voice, turning to look at her. It was a point of contention between them for nearly two months now, Chris’ involvement with Sam being nothing more than an opportunity for that security to Susan. But she neglected to see the growth both Sam and Riley had undergone since getting close with him, the ways he brought out their locked away personalities and made them better. “I’m just done with this right now.”

“You’ve always fucking overreacted. Grow up Samantha, some of it is just reality,” Susan’s voice was nasty as she scoffed, shaking her head.

So many emotions were swirling inside Sam, her cheeks flushed from all the feelings. She tried to swallow them down when Riley came jogging over and let Sam pull him into a tight hug as she told him, “I’m so proud of you, Riley.”

“We both are,” Susan told him, her voice much softer. The only time she spoke that way was around or to Riley directly, and it showed. “I think we should stop on the way home and get some milkshakes to celebrate.”

“Sam, you could get that blackberry one you like, I heard they brought it back,” Riley grinned, loosening the sleeves on his flannel button-up now that the night was done.

She gave him a sad smile, trying to repress her emotions from the conversation with Susan as she told Riley, “I’m going to head over to Chris’ but tomorrow night I’m taking you out for dinner. Anywhere you want to go, okay?”

Riley nodded his head before Sam pulled him into one more big hug, not even being able to look at Susan before the pair headed out the door. All the emotions she was feeling were still right at the surface as she turned away, going to find a secluded corner to wait for Chris and ask if she could wait for him out in his car, but when she did, all of her belongings shifted in her ratty tote bag and made some of her items fall through the poorly sewn hole and spilled out on the floor.

Such a small thing normally didn’t rattle her but with her emotions feeling frazzled already, this just felt like the final straw, making tears gather in her eyes while she kneeled down and tried to grab everything. As she was furiously trying to pick up everything, she saw a hand in her line of sight, causing Sam to look up and see Lisa’s kind face looking back at her. Over the years she had always been a bright spot in Sam’s life. She remembered how kind Lisa had been to her as a child when she’d go over to her house to play with Shanna, and how once she was working in the diner, she’d consistently come for breakfast on Saturday morning, always talking to Sam like a friend rather than just the chick bringing her food. And right now, that kind look on her face that so resembled Chris, felt like a little bit of relief.

“Are you alright, Sammy?” Lisa asked in a tentative voice, something slightly unreadable in her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, just didn’t sew up that hole well enough I guess,” Sam tried to play it off, shaking her head and dropping her eyes back to the things on the ground, trying to shove them back in the bag.

Lisa nodded, then helped Sam silently before she whispered, “...I overheard the conversation you had with your mom.”

“Lisa, I’m so sorry. I promise that I don’t see Chris that way. I’m not with him because of his money, I swear,” Sam rushed to explain, tears welling up in her eyes as her cheeks heated with a blush.

Lisa shook her head, a hand reaching out to rest on Sam’s arm again as she reassured her, “Oh honey, I know that.”

“I really mean it Lisa, I didn’t purposely choose Chris because he has money, I promise you.”

“Sammy… just seeing how you look at him tells me all I need to know,” Lisa confessed with a small smile, but then a frown appeared. “But my question is still there - Are you alright?”

“I guess,” she whispered with a shrug. “She just makes me so upset sometimes. Then with Chris being in the picture, it only made things worse.”

“It’s okay to be upset with her. I know how much you’ve been through with her.”

“I just feel bad,” Sam admitted, her voice cracking slightly as they both stood up, Sam’s arms coming to cross over her chest. “It’s not like she’s completely horrible… she’s just…”

“I remember.”

She was grateful for Lisa’s nodding, telling her everything she needed to know. Even if Sam wasn’t entirely aware of what had gone on when she was younger, it was becoming clearer to her that Lisa did. “I was really hoping I’d get that receptionist job so I’d have enough money to move into a place with just Riley,” she whispered.

“You know you could ask Chris,” Lisa told her just as quietly, if not dropping her voice more so that people wouldn’t overhear them.

Sam rushed to shake her head, her eyes finding Chris - where he was moving back some tables with another coach. “I can’t do that.”

Lisa looked at her with concerned eyes, obviously seeing the internal battle but struggling with both sides of it herself. “Honey, I’m not encouraging living off of him solely, but he wants to help you two out, he told me that,” she said.

“I just… can’t ask him that,” Sam admitted, tears filling her eyes again and threatening to spill. “I know everyone already thinks I’m just with Chris for the money but if I suddenly am living somewhere else, everyone really is going to think that.”

“But you two know it’s not true and that’s what matters.”

“I just can’t do that.”

“Sammy, I think some of the help you need to ask him for isn’t just money,” Lisa informed her, a hint of that maternal tone in her voice. “I think he needs to know how some of these things make you feel so he can support you.”

She wiped away a stray tear, her voice cracking, “I can’t tell him what my mother said, Lisa. I just can’t do that.”

“Some of the things with your mother he’s already seen, honey. But he won’t overstep unless you ask him to. He loves you and Riley both so much and he’d do anything for you both.”

“....I just don’t know.”

“He’s just stacking chairs now, go over and tell him why you want to go with him tonight,” Lisa gently told her, pointing to where Chris was across the room from them. “I think it’ll mean a lot to him.”

Sam just stood there, her arms still protectively hugging herself as she debated on what to do. All of this was so new to her… and so terrifying. She didn’t know how to go about this but decided to give into Lisa’s prodding and slowly walked across the room, keeping her head down to hide her weepy eyes from the other coaches and a few lingering families. She quietly walked up behind Chris, reaching out to touch his broad back, causing him to turn his head to look at her. Sam hated the way that his blue eyes got a little wider in shock from seeing the tears in her eyes that she was trying to hide while he put an arm around her, pulling her off to the side of the room.

“Baby, what’s going on? What happened?” He asked quickly, eyes traveling over her face in concern.

“I’m- I’m, can I um, go home with you?”

“You know you always can,” he told her quickly before his brows furrowed in confusion. “Didn’t you come with your mom and Riley?”

Some tears escaped as Sam shook her head and admitted to him, “I just can’t go home and be with her tonight.”

“Here’s my car keys. Why don’t you go sit in the car and I’ll be out as quick as I can, okay?” He asked her, digging in his pocket for his key fob and handing it to her. “Is Riley going to be good?”

“Yeah, she just kind of made me upset by what she said,” Sam shrugged, wiping away tears as she took the fob. “Riley’s the favorite so he’ll be fine. She doesn’t ever say shit like that to him.”

“I’ll be out there in just a second, baby,” he whispered, eyes studying her expression. “Sammy… I love you.”

She gave him a tight smile, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek before she said, “I love you too.”

And with that, she slipped out of the cafeteria and down the short hallway to the doors to the side lot, walking to Chris’ familiar SUV and unlocking the car. She sat down with a huff in his passenger seat, tossing the sweatshirt and hats littering the seat into his backseat before she pinched the bridge of her nose, willing the tears away before Chris came out.

While Susan’s behavior was nothing new - especially over the last weeks since finding out about the relationship between Chris and Sam - it was still…. Unexpected. Sam didn’t have any semblance of hopes and expectations for her relationship with her mother, but the bare minimum goal had always been respect. And while Susan - time and time again - had fallen short of that, she had deliberately tried to provoke Sam by hitting her where it hurt. Her relationship with Chris, Sam’s insecurities about their finances, and fears about Riley’s future.

Sam wiped away the last of her tears just as she saw Chris in the side mirror, making his way to the car. He climbed into the driver’s seat, looking at her with a concerned look that slipped away and hardened once she shook her head at him. They drove silently to Chris’ apartment building, Sam stuck in her head, only recognizing the occasional squeeze of her hand by Chris.

They made it upstairs and into his unit the same as they’d done everything thus far that night - silently and with Chris sneaking glances at Sam - until the door shut behind them. She heard Chris throw his keys onto the console table by the door as she toed off her mules and moved further into the apartment, keeping her eyes away from Chris’. “So what’s going on, Sammy? What happened tonight?”

“It was stupid,” she shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself as she turned to meet his eyes.

His jaw was clenched tightly, his eyes far away as the moon cast shadows through the dim apartment. “Even if it was, it obviously bothered you. So it matters,” he insisted, his voice small.

The absolute last thing that Sam wanted to do was tell Chris any of this. She had lived her life having to stuff down all of her emotions and hide them from others… and honestly from herself. She always had to be strong to be able to push through and keep working hard to provide for their life and to support Riley and talking about, or even dealing with her feelings wasn’t something she really knew how to do. But her brain flickered back to what Lisa had said, about needing to be able to ask for help from Chris and how much some of that would mean to him. When she looked into those blue eyes of his, she knew that as much as it scared her, she wanted to be closer to him, and wanted him to know that she trusted him.

Sam swallowed nervously, sitting on the arm of his sectional and slowly began, “She just said some things about your influence on Riley’s life.”

His brows furrowed in confusion and he was quiet as he came to stand next to the island across from Sam. “Does she not like me being around?”

“Pretty much the opposite,” she admitted with a bitter laugh before she sobered. “She just… she feels like you’re, I don’t know, a good connection for him to be able to go on to play baseball.”

“That’s okay, I mean I kind of am,” Chris shrugged, a sheepish and embarrassed blush settling on his cheeks.

“No you don’t understand, she…” Sam paused, trying to find the words - and the strength - to explain this. “She just didn’t say it in a good way.”

As Chris studied her face, he knew there was more to the story. Although Sam wouldn’t say, he could guess the insinuation that came with it. He wasn’t stupid and had heard some of the talk around town about Sam aiming herself at him to better her life but he had never paid any attention to it, knowing that not a bit of it was true. He almost wanted to laugh at some of the people who talked, wanting to tell them how against him Sam was when he first came to town and rightly so. He certainly hadn’t been sensitive or kind in those moments, only focused on his own unhappiness. But things were so different now, now that he had Sammy. If only those people could know just how much she had changed his life - how she had changed him - and they would be ashamed of the way they talked.

But he had also heard others talk about how her mother had done some of those things in her life, some things that others would see as failures, making it obvious that she would then assume Sam would do the same. He knew Sam’s upbringing and relationship with her mother hadn’t been easy, that much was obvious in the fact that Sam is the one who was more a parent to Riley than Susan was, and even sometimes a parent to Susan, but judging by the comments that his mother had made to him recently, he was starting to see there must have been a lot more than he even knew about.

“Baby, you know that I don’t believe a word of any of that, don’t you?” He breathed, pushing his hip off the counter to move to sit next to her on the couch.

“Yeah…”

He nodded, a hand reaching out to grasp her own. “And you know that you can always come here if you need some space.”

“I just don’t want to leave Riley on his own,” Sam admitted with a shake of her head. “Our mom doesn’t treat him badly or anything like that, she’s just… checked out.”

“Well you know Riley is always welcome here too. I have that guest room he could always use,” Chris spoke, nodding his head towards the open doorway leading to the rarely-used guest room. It was rare that someone came to visit Chris, given that Lisa lived mere minutes away with a whole house. The last time someone had used it was early in the spring, when Chris’ younger brother came back home for a weekend to cheer Chris up. “Tomorrow I’ll go get another key made that he can have so he can come over anytime he wants.”

Sam’s eyes were wide, tears threatening to fill them again as they searched his face. “I just don’t feel like I deserve you,” she breathed, her voice cracking emotionally.

“There’s nothing that could be farther from the truth.”

“I just feel that way though,” she shrugged, her face breaking.

“Sammy, do you want to know what I was thinking today when I handed Riley that best teammate award?” He asked, pausing with raised brows. “All I could think of was you and how you’ve helped Riley become the incredible, selfless and caring person he is.”

Sam nodded, swallowing as a flash of pride appeared. “I was really proud of him. It made me feel good that at least one of the Merricks aren’t just another piece of trailer trash,” she whispered, a hand reaching up to wipe at her eyes.

He breathed in quickly as a flash of anger went through him at her words. “Samantha, I never want to hear you fuckin’ say that again,” he breathed quietly, his face hardened. “I’m serious. Don’t ever say that again.”

“I’m not wrong though.”

“Yes you are,” he repeated, his voice raising a little. “Sammy, I’m not even going to argue with you because it’s just so ridiculous. You’re the furthest thing from it, even if it did exist. Where you grew up or how much money you have has nothing to do with who you are. I was an asshole even with a stable childhood and money.”

She huffed out a laugh, a slight smile appearing on her face as she shrugged, “Yeah you kind of were.”

“Okay you weren’t supposed to agree that quickly!” Chris laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to pull her down enough that he could kiss the top of her head a couple of times. She eventually slid off of the arm of the couch and onto his lap, turning into him and pressing her face into the side of his neck with a sigh. His hand drifted up and down her arm above the pink long-sleeved shirt, the pair quiet for several long moments before Chris whispered to her, “But I mean it Sam, you’re the most selfless and incredible person I know and I just… I couldn’t love you more.”

Her hand drifted up and into his hair, gently pushing his head down as they met each other's lips over and over slowly. Before long, he let out a loud yawn, Sam laughing as she gently suggested they call it a night. They got ready for bed side by side in his bathroom then climbed into bed together, instantly rolling into the center of the bed and wrapping themselves around each other, Chris’ face pressed into the bare skin of her shoulder that his oversized tee-shirt exposed.

“Baby, there’s something I’ve been wanting to bring up and I want you to hear me out before immediately saying no,” he whispered, his fingers tapping on her hip underneath his shirt.

She turned her head from where it was tucked into his chest, looking up at him with a wary expression. “Uh oh, this isn’t starting very well…”

“I want to give you one of my credit cards,” he rushed, but squeezed her hip when she tried to interrupt, quickly trying to explain himself. “Don’t say no. I know how you feel and I respect that, but I want you to have one incase of emergencies.”

Her face was conflicted, a series of unreadable expressions crossing it one after the other before she finally said, “I don’t know that I feel comfortable with that.”

“Well I don’t feel comfortable knowing that your car could break down or you could run out of gas or things like that and you not having a way to get yourself out of that situation,” Chris tried to reason, watching as Sam looked down with pursed lips. “Please baby, just take it if only for my peace of mind, okay? Just leave it in the back of your wallet in case something comes up.”

She hesitated, her cheeks tinted with a blush before she finally replied, “...Okay.”

He smiled, feeling a weight lift off of his shoulders at her finally agreeing to this. It showed the immense growth she underwent since mere weeks ago - when the prospect of Chris buying her a few shirts and a dress almost caused World War III. “Can I ask if I can give one to Riley too or is that pushing my luck?” Chris asked, raising his eyebrows with a smirk.

Sam huffed out a laugh, shaking her head before she tucked it back onto his chest. “I have a feeling if you give one to him you’ll see some dates with Kayla put on it.”

Chris’ loud laughter rang through the bedroom, Sam feeling so much lighter than she had an hour ago. While she still hadn’t told Chris the worst of what Susan had said - and she knew he was suspicious of what she neglected to tell him - but the gist was out there, and it was nasty enough that she could spare him Susan’s missteps from that night. But time and time again, he continued to prove to her that he was a steady rock, not a one-time fling or a warm body to be next to until he returned to Boston in the spring. Lisa’s words rang through her mind as she fell asleep, knowing she had the support she’d craved for her twenty-eight years right there beside her.

A/N: ..... we're so sorry. But we had to do it. You will certainly learn more about Sam's past in the next chapter, but we hope this chapter was enough for now! We're looking forward to hearing your thoughts!

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just-sp-in-inginthevoid · 19 days

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Hey! How about Wakasa for the character ask game?

Thank you for asking!! Didn't expect him at all, so that's v nice!

My first impression

Ah. Ikemen — niccce

Oh wait Black Dragon founders??? HELL YEAH; important AND interesting! Bring BD lore in!

My impression now

He carried sm and he deserves his vacation and to be drowning in beer doing nothing but fishing all days like he dreams to. Shinichiro's death and reveal about Time Leaping messed with his head a bit so that's why he's not as energetic as he was as a teen. When he makes a decision, he knows it and what it can trigger but he still does it cold-headed if he feels he has to. Wish we had more on him so I could dig more without feeling like I'm making things up. Ikemen.

Thanks you for revealing the fact Shinichiro was a time leaper, Wakasa

Favorite thing about that character

He knows how to keep secrets but he reveals them when he feels it's necessary. Keeping secret and being trusted is good and all, but the fact he's willing to share the truth after years of silence because he thinks Mikey deserves to be told? To know exactly what's happening to him and why? To know about what his brother's done? It may not change anything to Mikey's state (it likely didn't) – it's too late –but at least he'll know why.

He's the sole reason we got the Original Timeline flashback/arc. And for that reason only—

Least favorite thing

Like the rest of BD 1st gen: How little we saw of him!!! :(

There's too little information!!!

Also the fact his hair was half-cropped disturbed me at first (but I've learnt to love his zebra haircut)

Favorite line/scene

"Honestly speaking, I'm glad Manjiro died." (Chapter 270)

Where he was coming from was understandable – but that was still unexpected and the fact he said that to Shinichiro out of everyone.. Wakasa mourned Mikey already, and cannot bear to lose Shinichiro. He rather lose his friend's brother than his friend. And it's not like he takes the value of Mikey's life away (he suggests to celebrate his passing after all) but Wakasa is not one to have a confused and unsure mind. He doesn't like wasting time with overthinking. He has clear-cut answers to everything, and he's glad that Mikey died, and it's sincere – he's not a liar – and he was scared he'd completely lose his friend and he really, really thinks that now that Mikey's dead, Shinichiro is freed of every burden (he'd take a while to recover but he will, it's Shinichiro) and then it doesn't happen. He loses his friend anyway.

His introduction scene is one of my favorite too – first we can't see him coming, and then he's so tiny next to Kakucho???

Favorite interaction that character has with another

The hime moment avjfklalxkb big brother figure Waka W

The mutual trust he and Benkei have when fighting (and outside of that, I'm sure) is also top-tier

A character that I wish that character would interact with more

Sanzu and Takeomi. Takeomi, because Wakasa and Benkei are only ever seen interacting with Shinichiro and Takeomi's chapter is 3/4 about Shinichiro but there's this uncomfortable wall canon (unwillingly or not) but between Takeomi and Wakasa&Benkei that I Don't LikeTM (it's really interesting tho! Ofc their relationship is tense, but I just wish to see how it was before Takeomi got corrupted. Or even when he was, but before the end of BD.) They founded BD together!! They saw each other maybe daily for 5 years straight – their teenage years – wdym there's almost nothing about them!!(aside from Wakasa's 'A day in his life', Benkei's 'A day in his life' and Takeomi's 'feared/disliked person'???)

And then Sanzu.. Wakasa and Benkei are taking care of Senju – it'd be nice to know what they think of Haruchiyo. If they used to interact with him (and Senju, and the other kids) when he was younger; what their thought about Takeomi regarding the situation, ...

I know the Akashi siblings' nickname is the 'mysterious siblings' but still. I need answer goddammit.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

Hikishima from Wild Strawberry

They both like sweet, are strong, look younger than they are, and most importantly: they're both short—

A headcanon about that character

Okay, you gotta hear me out-

His relationship with Benkei was totally inspired by Yoshitsune no Minamoto and Benkei from Japanese History. Hence, Wakasa comes from a rather wealthy family. He's the youngest of a handful of siblings and was born out of wedlock (he's still loved dw). Most of his physical appearance comes from his mother.

(Also – yes he does like lollipops and has a sweet tooth but the stick he constantly has in his mouth is a dango stick. And I'll die on this hill.)

A song that reminds of that character

Oof, though one!

哀悼、そして日常は続く(:"Farewell and then the everydays continue") covered by 宮下遊(Miyashita Yuu) perhaps? It doesn't only remind me of Wakasa so I'm not completely satisfied but here. Let's grieve Shinichiro together.

(Edit: forgot to mention! The translated lyrics can be found in the comments!)

An unpopular opinion about that character

I think the fact I like Takeomi more is not the general consensus lol It's just that canon offers more elements to understand Takeomi's character depth yknow?

Favorite picture

The hidden 28th volume cover. Idk. His posture scratches my brain right.

#Sorry for answering late #I was exhausted yesterday #also it took me hours of listening to song before settling for this one #i promise i listen to other ppl than Miyashita Yuu #and i apologize for only listening to depressing songs #ask game #answering asks

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littleblueberryartist · 1 year

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genshin au asks you say…….

heehee what if nbd actually got /got/ by signora :) wonder if that would change the dynamics between descendants and venti 🤔?

also for some reason i keep imagining diluc’s fursona is a horse

OHOHOHO

Also I don't know if we've actually told the public about what happens with signora afsgags

Okay some context setting: so when the cast encounters signora in RF nbd is there too. And since his family's whole thing is sharing a face with the anemo archon we thought it'd be funny if they did a little unintentional switcheroo with the two 😁

Signora can't tell who's the archon so she ends up targeting nbd because he runs his mouth more lol. And even if she's wrong, targeting someone from a family favoured by the god would surely draw him out (it does)

Now onto the thoughts!

Man if Venti wasn't fast enough and signora *got* got him,,,, Well for one Venti would be devastated. And nbd is the youngest of the descendants (around 17 as of now?), even younger than NB was towards the end of the rebellion. So I imagine that the other descendants would be somewhat doting and protective of the guy at times (not to mention his unspecified number of biological siblings) they would probably not take any of this well.

Though in this case the blame would likely go to signora first and foremost (rag d, who also lost his dad to the fatui: Maybe I will follow that diluc fellow and go on a fatui killing spree after all-) I can see the political relations between mond and the fatui straining even more because of this cuz no doubt shit got strained in canon but a death? One of a prominent family no less? Yeah that's not gonna slide.

But yeah I think looking at venti would hurt them all for a while. Ad would probably try to approach him the most since she was in on it the longest after nbd and knows venti more as a person. But she was also very close with nbd so oof.

Rag d and Kaeya would probably both need some time. Rag d is in on it and would know the reason but both he and Kaeya were raised very closely with nbd's family because the Ragnvindr line in RF was re-founded by NB via adoption (rip to red haired warrior, died bitchless) so uh that was basically their little brother??? Yeah. I wonder who would be more upset. The guy that knows that venti is a god and thus the reason why nbd had a target put on his back? Or the guy that only knows venti as the "cousin" that popped out of nowhere and has his suspicions about the guy. They'd both go and comfort nbd's family though

Speaking of nbd's family, they're also in the know. So would they look at their (warped and misinterpreted) duty differently? Death was never part of the deal so why did their youngest have to go? Would it be an honour to die with the anemo archon by his side? Or a tragedy because not even a god could stop it?

Jean would probably try to prioritise her duty before her own feelings but her grief might leak through while dealing with the political matters perhaps (maybe Ad will join her and finally use her political skills)

Eula swears vengeance and not just as a form of speaking. You killed her friend, one of the ones who defended her from the people (the other being amber ofc). Prepare to die.

Oh and Venti,,, I wonder what venti would do tbh. I see him as someone who has a good grasp and control over his emotions after so many years of learning to deal with them. But something that /gets/ him is his loved ones getting hurt. Also NB still gets shot in RF he just survives it so nbd getting hurt/killed would probably bring back some nastey memories. So would he let signora leave unscathed is the question 👀

ALSO DILUC HORSE FURSONA RAG D'S LOVE OF HORSES HAS SURPASSED INTERDIMENSIONAL BARRIERS

#genshin impact #reversed fates au #venti #jean #kaeya #eula #signora #genshin oc #I will have so many names to add onto this once we name them all #anyway this got l o n g lol #thanks for the ask lantern you came in immediately with the angst bat XD

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Hi I’m the non-virgin Alec anon and I thought that was perfect! Thank you! I’m Grey-Ace and in college I did in fact try sex and just didn’t get the appeal. And then I met my husband who is really the only person who’s ever made me feel good about it. This is why I prompted you with this, I knew you’d get it and do it justice.

I totally see Alec as Demi. I just dislike this whole romance genre fascination with adults being virgins until they meet The One. It works with an 18 year old per the books but they clearly aged him up the show and I just have a head cannon that he gets upset one day around 20 with the teasing from his siblings and goes out and hooks up and then just does not get the appeal. I’m glad someone else saw that. Thanks so much again!

Ah thank you so much for letting me know! I agree and I did enjoy writing it! Because I do love exploring how different shades of demi are. I was honestly just a little worried that I’d approached it completely opposite for how you asked.

I was hoping explaining it would make it okay so this makes me very happy and I appreciate and am honored you trusted me with it! I’m really glad it resonated with you 💜. I’m ace-sex repulsed so that tends to flavor my fics before Alec meets Magnus tbh.

Oh yeah I see that too. Which honestly is just. Gahhhhhh I have such issues with season one so much because like. Why is it such a bad thing not to have sex? If they never mentioned Alec was a virgin until his ‘Magnus I’ve never done any of this before’ and magnus: wow the world is blind but I’m okay with that because someone else didn’t snag you

But again you’re right because I really doubt the writers were like ‘hey Alec’s Demi’ and it was easier and ‘ooh a virgin trope’ like they picked the most random things to use from the books and ofc it’s the in the closet ‘repressed’ guy trope. Which is just, not helpful and gross especially because of how they portrayed it.

Tbh one of these days I’m going to write a fic where Alec is just like: okay. So I have to have sex because you want me to? What about me? What if I don’t want to have it. Does that even matter to either of you? Or are you so focused on hoping that I’ll get distracted and become sex-focused idiots like you two so you can get away with more stuff? Because that’s gross. You two may enjoy being vulnerable with strangers but I have better things to do

Simons: that explain so much

Pisses me off so much and I’ve honestly always thought that Magnus thought of the first thing he could think of because Magnus looks genuinely confused that Alec’s never dated/had sex before on their date. And he seems to not notice Simon’s comment because he’s so busy

Magnus: how do I get Alexander here? Oh! Make up something ridiculous because I’m exhausted and busy.

Magnus later with alec holding him: I can’t believe that worked (Magnus: forgets about the virgin remark immediately)

But yeah I get that. Because Alec in this totally like: you know what, fine. I’m gonna have sex. And then Alec us like: wow Jace and Izzy are idiots I can’t believe there so obsessed with this and also worrying even more that something’s wrong with him and keeps his mouth shut.

Alec’s allowed to mock their sex habits because he doesn’t slut shame them and they shame him all the time.

But yeah I 100% agree that Alec could just be like ‘fuck it I’m getting this over with’ and just being like ‘well that was awful let’s never speak of it again’.

^_^

💜 lumine

#lumine answers asks #lumine talks to ppl #writing wednesday answers

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snailvibes · 2 years

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What were Four’s first thoughts upon meeting Deep Cut. And how does she view her relationship to them (them being her Mom’s new Lackeys and all, are they like siblings or cousins or weird aunts/uncles)

Well, given that I very much ship her mom with shiver and the way that’s gonna go down is very complicated in my canon,

Four’s immediate first thoughts was “oh god new people in the splatoon on wow and they host the news here ok” very overwhelmed lol. Shiver was a bit nervous to meet her because ofc before four visited Marie always spoke very highly of her daughter. Frye and Big Man rushed to greet her and hug her very much overwhelming her though and Marie was forced to step in to introduce them to each other slowly lmao. After meeting them and getting used to them being around Four at first just saw them as new people part of the squidbeak family that maybe eventually she could consider family too, but then Marie talked to her about her feelings towards Shiver, and ofc Frye and Big man knows how Shiver return’s them, so yeah +3 parental figures gained and Four is growing to be ok with it despite how overwhelmed it still makes her all feel lol.

#it’d take a LONG time to get to Marie and shiver dating tho for multiple reasons in my canon #but they’re still all parental figures to her now too #Frye and big man mostly decided that First themselves #splatoon #agent 4 #cuttlefish family #Marie #shiver #Frye #big man

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So I just rewatched the archon quest again and I'm just gonna put down what I think? If that's okay. To help me like, gather my thoughts now that I've rewatched it and could take it all in better. I'm just theorizing and Idk if I should make my own post but I get embarrassed when I make posts related to fan things I like ahsjdjd, or posts at all. Anywho. So I'm thinking carebert was somehow cured of the curse and turned human again based on how chlothar says "he will be able to weave his own destiny anew" (idk how the loom of fate fits into it tbh, and I forgot what it even IS, but maybe the loom of fate is a thing that doesn't have to be one single person) and he can grow up and live a normal life? Dunno if he could still be immortal or not in his human form but I'll just say no rn since I believe he grew up to have a family and eventually kaeya is his descendant. And I guess maybe generational trauma. And also regarding how chlothar dies. Someone had to have buried him and I assume it was caribert considering the sill scarf. Unless... (Unlikely theory incoming) That IS carebert and chlothar is still immortal somewhere and because carebert ages normally now he dies eventually when he gets old and chlothar buried his son next to his mother? And chlothar never actually found a way to cure himself. Hmm... also! I'm guessing that maybe only mixed blood khaenrians only turn into monsters and not like say carebert mother who was purely from mondstadt? Based on how he says "those whose ancestry belonged to the domains of other gods". Well no nevermind I guess that could be wrong since she would ofc have ancestry in mondstadt so she still counts. But wait would the skeleton buried not appear human then? If she died while she was a monster? Because clearly she dies before that memory. Seeing as he presumably used her body to make the fertilizer for the red mushrooms... And he was dodgey when asked what happened to her and how we weren't allowed to see how he made it due to him sending us to get the water. Think I've gone off rail lol. So, I wonder if the alberichs really inherited the title of abyss leader or if abyss sibling took over or was given the title when chlothar disappeared? And the alberichs were doing something else? Or helped in a different way besides directly leading? Also I have question regarding abyss sibling too but that can be separate since I've rambled on far enough as is haha. I might as well come off anon at this point hahssj hi I'm 🐝 anon lol

Well! There is a lot to speculate about the Alberich and I'm hoping they talk about it more in an interlude quest. (Manifesting 3.7/8 abyss order quest man, manifesting so hard)

I'm assuming the mother died like before the curse, or like, (suicide mention beware) ended up killing herself at the beginnings of it, since it seems non-fullblooded Khaenri'ahns don't get immortality on them.

Also yeah I guess he did use his wife as fertilizer, never thought of it tbh but it is... Probably what happened lmao... Oh god that just got a lot more messed up. (I did have an half formed hc of Khaenri'ahns using corpses for nefarious purposes or the 'first come First serve' rule as i likes to call it... And that's.... Fun)

And also I have a theory on what the Alberich did before the fall lmao. And it's base on this tidbit in Hilichurl culture.

And yeah. Hilichurls, which are Khaenri'ahns slowly going insane, call the Lawa their leaders despite them not actually leading anything. Now in Khaenri'ah the sages seem to rule, but also they work under a king and possibly the Alberich??? Which is weird and I want explained.

Especially with the whole thing with king Irmin, I'm not sure if you've come across on my post but it's this whole thing...

#textpost #alberich clan #abyss order #genshin impact #kaeya's bio dad #kaeya's father #inquiries to a pizza

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bigxrig · 2 years

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Sunday Snippet

Today was @writerscornercafe August mass sprint so I figured I would share a snippet! I was originally going to work on my vampire fic and my brain said no <3 so I switched to a fic that’s supposed to be for warm up and my brain said maybe <3 So this is from a fic I’m still not sure if I will finish but I’m having a good time. It’s a poly fic featuring Harry/OFC/Louis.

Lennon dropped her phone in her lap and ran her hands over her face. She wanted to scream or punch something. She was furious that her mother couldn’t get her shit together. She was angry that she couldn’t help her siblings get away. She felt guilty she was an ocean away and couldn’t do more to help them than she was. It felt like a never-ending cycle, one she tried desperately to escape when she moved out, but she wasn’t sure if she ever would. Not while her siblings were still in her mother’s care.

Before she got up, she texted Kenzie about the rent and reassured her she would cover Jewel’s portion. Lennon wiped her eyes and finally got up. Originally, she was going to stop by the bookstore she knew was around the corner but all she wanted was to go back to her apartment, watch 10 Things I Hate About You and cry. She did her best to gather herself as she walked the long way around the park- the last thing she wanted to do was cry on the tube. She hoped by taking the long way around would help her calm down. That was of course until she nearly tripped over a soccer ball that came out of nowhere.

“Fuck, sorry love! Are you okay?”

Lennon straightened her bags and looked up at the stranger, her heart dropping again at the sight of Louis Tomlinson in front of her.

“Louis, hello. Yes, I’m okay.”

“Lennon,” Louis grinned. “How are you love?”

Lennon accepted Louis’ hug quickly and hoped he hadn’t noticed how upset she was, “I’m good, thanks. How are you?”

“Good, yeah. I’m just having a kickabout with some friends. What are you doing here?”

Lennon glanced at the field to their left and noticed a small group of guys standing around and a few girls further away, giggling and staring at them.

“I had a picnic with some friends, I’m on my way home now.”

“We’re going to a pub after this, you should come!”

“Oh,” Lennon felt herself blushing. “I don’t drink but thank you and I really should be getting home.”

“Me either, actually. The lads do though, and I could crave a good pub burger,” Louis laughed. “But alright, I’ll leave you be. We should get together for dinner this week though. Here, let me get your number.”

Lennon was so shocked that Louis Tomlinson was asking for her number that she gave it without a second thought. Without worrying about the implications, without worrying what her bosses at work would say. Suddenly, Louis had her number with the intention of getting together for dinner.

“I’ll text you later in the week, alright love? Be safe getting home.”

“Thank you, Louis. Have a good night.”

Lennon walked away feeling a wide array of emotions that she didn’t know how to process. She desperately needed that movie and a cry, maybe even some ice cream to top it all off.

I’ll tag everyone who participated in the sprint! @justalarryblog @restless-rebels @lh-home @larrieblr @tommokat @larryatendoftheday @beardyboyzx @harryslonecurl @musketrois @onlythesweet @haztobegood

#i think that's everyone #and thank you to everyone who was a cheerleader!!#today was a lot of fun even if my brain was slow going #another friday night au

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marshmellowtea · 2 years

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these thoughts are going to be very disjointed so forgive me but i’ve been thinking a lot about mark and will’s relationship lately so like…..here’s some headcanons lol

i think that like. in all but blood and legality mark and will are siblings, so they’ve always had an element of competition to them because that’s what siblings do, and i think like a lot of young boys that would sometimes come out in physical ways, as in as kids they used to wrestle the shit out of each other lmao. damien was never brought into these fights because he was Sensitive and they didn’t want to hurt him, and while mark is also very Sensitive (and would always pitch a fit when things inevitably went too far lmao) he also had a lot of Rage and was very touch starved so he would start physical fights almost as much as will would……even though as an adult he denies ever starting any of them, oh no, he was more sensible than that (lies lol)

even as adults they still get into tussles sometimes, usually when they’re drunk or feeling especially immature or both, but they’re a lot less evenly matched than they were as kids—i hc will as a tall and broad man while mark is very much Not and mark will never forgive him for it lmao. there was much pouting when Will had his growth spurt in high school while mark was stuck being. Small. hdyvdhvdryx

as much as they loved each other back then i think they fought a LOT as kids because they were both in really stressful family situations (which are headcanons for another day) so a lot of times the arguments and the physical fighting were just the helplessness of being a kid in a shitty situation you can’t control bubbling up. they still cared about each other, though—whenever a nanny or will’s mom (never mark’s parents though, like i said, headcanons for another time) would come to discipline the child they were responsible for the other would immediately cover for the other so they wouldn’t get in trouble and be punished for fighting. suddenly, almost magically, they were friends again, lmao.

damien also had a lot of hand in breaking these two up if they started to go too far—if damien ever got visibly upset at them fighting, they’d immediately break it up because that’s damien he’s their buddy and they adore him (take that whatever way you want lol), they don’t want to upset him. ofc damien wasn’t immune to arguments with the two, he’s only human and any relationship is going to have disagreements, but they tend not to get as…..intense as mark and will’s do. it’s part not him having to live with them and part him being less hotheaded and more naturally diplomatic.

i think near the end of the relationship the fights were less physically confrontational, because in a weird way they didn’t feel close enough to fight it out like they usually did, so it didn’t feel right. in fact i think before will and celine went off together, they barely spoke at all, which was will sticking the knife in further—mark always demanded the attention of the people he loved, even if it was negative attention, so the lack of fights was more punishing to him than if they’d had a big blow out that resulted in them both getting seriously hurt.

that’s all for now i think but……yeah. i think these two definitely gave each other concussions at some point but that’s fine they’re fine HCFHCSHVSG

#markiplier #who killed markiplier #actor mark #william j barnum #damien the mayor #marshy speaks #these two have been in my head rent free lately can y’all tell

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