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sc0tters · 7 months

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Over It | Jack Hughes

summary: just because you thought you were over Jack didn’t mean you were really telling the truth, right?

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, allusions to sex but nothing explicit.

word count: 3.04k

authors note: low-key hated this, but we move on cause I’ve been waiting to write this request out (and Kei and Paige both said they didn’t hate this). Bit of a Barzal pairing in this too. Think the last time that I got into the 3k’s for words was with Crosby so haven’t gotten this far in a while.

You swore you were done.

All of the apologies that came in the form of expensive gifts, the fights when he would cancel on you last minute. How he would rather refer to you as a friend because anything else just simply didn’t fit into his vocabulary.

At last the way he had you writhing under his body all night long was no longer going to be enough to keep you in the shadows of his apartment when people who seemed to truly matter to him where around.

Tonight was the night you swore you were out of Jack Hughes’ life once and for all.

A little over twelve months ago was when it all started between you two. Dawson had convinced you to come and visit him during your fall break as you were finally not doing anything during the break.

You had wanted to transfer from the University of San Diego to NYU and he encouraged you to do finally make the jump.

Jack met you after a game as you were wrapping your hands around Dawson pulling the older boy into a hug as you wanted nothing more than to congratulate the boy for assisting the game winning goal.

He watched how your smile lit up the room and he knew he was down bad “Jack meet y/n!” Dawson called out to his teammate as he motioned to him to come over to them.

That started weeks of staying up till two in the morning on the phone where most nights you two more times than not fell asleep on those calls.

Once you finally made the move to the big apple it seemed that Hughes boy spent every other weekend that the boys played at home in your apartment.

Activities ranged from dinners at expensive restaurants to meeting your classmates and friends but the nights always ended with you two in your bed until the sun came up when he’d leave to head back to Jersey before anyone realised that he had been gone.

And that was fine, you were ready to accept that it was the life you two were meant to live. Sure it was going to be hard but you thought that you loved him, and for that you were ready to have him in whatever way that Jack desired to give himself to you in.

Or at least until he broke your biggest rule, when you were someone’s fuck buddy you didn’t share.

Jack had been seen at a party with this cute little blonde girl and you truly lost it.

The boy had his hand wrapped around her waist as her lips were against his neck “she’s just a friend y/n!” Jack groaned as he watched you shove the clothes you had brought with you into a bag.

Your eyes were wet with tears “friends my ass!” You scoffed shaking your head “you canceled on me that night because your brother was in town!” That’s honestly why you were hurt most about.

Being left in Jack’s apartment all alone as you waited on his arrival after his late cancellation.

Originally you thought you were being stupid for thinking that a flowery perfume invaded your nostrils last night as he crept into bed but when you opened up Twitter you knew that you were right.

And now to make it all worse he was attempting to lie to you about it “I didn’t want you to overreact!” The hockey player ran his fingers through his hair.

You rolled your eyes so hard that they probably could have rolled back into your head as all you saw was red “you think this is me overreacting?” You laughed as you shook your head.

His fingers reached out to yours but you moved away just too quick “next time you want to go get your dick wet go find her.” You spat sending him a glare.

Jack’s assumption that this was going to pass over was quickly waning “because I am officially done with whatever this is.” And with that you pulled your duffle bag off of his bed before you walked out of his room.

Leaving Jack alone with his thoughts and the mere admiration of your exit as he couldn’t find the way to make his feet move towards as his mouth remained shut.

So there the hockey player stood, mute and trapped.

Weeks had gone by of radio silence between you both as a result of it and after days of trying your friends had managed to drag you along to a bar where they hoped that your sorrows would wane.

Despite your protests you were still dragged into the club where the music blared over the loud speakers “I think we have found your new man y/n!” Sofia yelled as she hoped that her words would be heard.

Your eyes followed hers as you found the smile of a guy that was clearly a few years older than you both, and he was definitely looking at you.

Before either of your friends gave you the option to say no they pushed you in the direction of the boy “you want a drink?” He asked as he sent you a grin.

He was pretty as you nodded “rum and coke thanks!” You looked at the bar tender who nodded.

The two of you tried to grab your cards but the boy was quicker “I like to know the name of a guy who buys my drinks usually.” You pointed out watching him tap his card on the scan reader “I’m Mat.” He held his hand out to you as he shook your head “y/n.”

You spent the next few hours with him learning about how he lived in New York and was in the bar celebrating a big win before some break for the team.

He was a fucking hockey player.

It was an amusing sight, you knew his face was familiar and you would have never put it down to seeing him on the other side of the ice “I hope I’m not getting the wrong impression but are you seeing someone?” Mat had to admit that you were the prettiest girl he had seen in a while and he wasn’t going to let you go without a fight.

The man you had tried so hard to forget about and were successful in doing so quickly came back into your mind. Mat could see how your face dropped and he immediately took that as an answer deciding to move away from you “wait!” Your eyes screwed shut as you thought about it.

Mat scanned your face waiting to hear what you were going to say “there isn’t anyone important.” Now that wasn’t entirely false, Jack was important but you were trying to get to the point where he was no longer important to you.

It made the boy smile “good.” He nodded sipping his beer as he tried to mask the way his cheeks turned pink.

That was the ultimate turning point. You spent most weekends with the Canadian from that point on, you got to know him for who he was away from hockey and away from the fame.

The luxury was something you never experienced with Jack as it took a whole three months before Mat even tried to kiss you.

During his usual walk back to your apartment building the air was crisp as summer changed to autumn.

His hand ran against your back as Mat listened to you talk about the course you were doing “what?” You furrowed your eyebrows watching him smile at you.

Mat moved his hand into his pocket “you just look really fucking gorgeous tonight.” His confession had your eyes going wide “just tonight?” You cocked your eyebrows as you playfully crossed your arms.

The hockey player laughed as he pushed his fingers through his hair “you know I think you’re beautiful all the time.” Mat blurted out before his eyes went wide.

You let his nerves ease as you stepped closer to him “I think you should act on it then.” Your voice was soft as you pushed yourself onto your tippy toes “why don’t you do it yourself?” Mat shot back making you grin.

His lips pressed against yours making you weak at the knees. It filled your heart with so much warmth and joy feeling his love with every single touch.

Somehow even after that, with all the genuine gestures of love that showed you just how much you meant to him it wasn’t enough.

Mat had you sat wherever you wanted during games. The prime seat to watch his goals that were always dedicated to you.

Whilst it made you feel like the only girl in the world as he pointed up in the crowd you couldn’t help thinking about him.

Jack hadn’t spoken to you still as he didn’t think you were truly serious about what was going on with Mat. Dawson hadn’t ever told you about his teammates everlasting questions surrounding you.

At the beginning it was about your life and how you were but over the past month the topic changed to surround anything that had to do with you and Mat, how you were? If you were dating? Hell, how the hell did you know him?

Before you Jack didn’t think that being jealous was an emotion that he could ever feel. But here he was.

His fists clenched as they stepped onto the ice at the UBS arena. It didn’t take the Hughes boy long to lock eyes with Mat, he had been staring up at you as you grinned down at the boy.

The topic of you two was still not something that really had a title, everyone thought you two were sleeping together but they were waiting for you to admit it eventually.

That was the main contrast between how Mat and Jack were. The older boy was happy having you around, pulling you close when you were out but Jack always seemed to feel differently.

He never had you around him, preferring looking like you were there as friends.

For the duration of the game you avoided Jack’s gaze as much as you could only ever letting it lock when your mind wandered back to what life was like with him.

You longed for the way he made your body feel on fire, the oxygen in your lungs was no longer want you needed to survive when you were with him. Instead it was the feeling of Jack’s lips against your skin.

Sure you felt guilty as you thought about him between your legs instead of your vibrator.

The name that slipped from your lips as your body shook against the silk sheet that lay on your bed belonged to him.

But you truly couldn’t seem to escape it no matter how hard you tried.

Maybe you would have felt some comfort if you knew that Jack felt the same way, he called the last girl he slept with by your name rather than her own.

And that was what drove the American to play like he did. The idea of focusing on attacking Mat than defending the puck seemed all to preferred to by him.

You were left at the edge of your seat awaiting every moment of calmness as you couldn’t stand the idea of watching them against each other, not when there was a small part of you that wanted Jack to win.

So that was the driving factor that pushed you to leave the game early as you avoided the locker room.

Still enjoying the comfort of Mats jersey with a pair of shorts that you had changed into when the doorbell rang.

Truly you didn’t think anything of it when you walked to your door, Mat was the man you assumed would be there, it was where he always came after a game.

But this time someone else was there “Jack?” Your jaw went slack as your eyes went wide.

The boy smirked running his hand over his jaw “hey princess.” His words still had the same effect on you as you swallowed your pride opening the door just that bit further as you worried that someone would see him “hate seeing you in that colour.” Jack confessed shaking his head as he sat on your couch.

His legs spread giving you the perfect view of the package that his suit bottoms held.

Air was sucked from your lungs as you tugged at the sleeves of the jersey “w-what are you doing here?” You asked trying to focus on your words as your feet brought you to his side.

Jack felt his ego grow as your eyes took in his new hair cut, a feature of his you would once would have killed him for messing with.

You had finished class early so you were enjoying your time in Jack’s apartment that you let yourself into whilst you waited for him to finish the training session “hi princess.” Jack smiled locking eyes with the boy as he saw the hoodie you were wearing.

It was one of his from his time with the national team “hey Jacky.” You spun around on his barstool to see the sweaty boy “was someone excited to see me?” You teased smiling as he placed his hands on the counter behind you on either side locking you into your seat “always baby.” The hockey player let his tongue run over his lip as he watched you scrunch your nose up.

As hot as he was all sweaty he also stank like an athlete “you smell.” You giggled as he pouted “come take a shower with me then?” Jack proposed hovering his lips over yours.

Your thighs tensed as he drove his hands over the shorts you wore “I don’t wanna get all wet.” You complained barely getting your words out “think if I checked the pretty little panties that you’re wearing they’d be soaked.” His voice sent shivers down your spine.

In an instant your fingers locked onto his hair as his lips nipped at your neck “so you coming baby?” Jack rephrased his question pulling away to take in the blush on your face that had formed “yep.”

In all honesty you wondered how it would he having his short hair as he pleasured you “came to see what you and Barzy were doing.” His nickname for Mat made you want to throw up “think you should go,” you mumbled looking at the ground as you heard the cushion shift beneath the boy.

Jack took a few small steps to you before he hooked his fingers under your jaw “give me one good reason why I should leave and I will.” His words made you chew at your lip “he should be here any second.” You confessed looking to the door when you heard a loud noise.

It made the boy laugh “trust me he isn’t coming.” Jack shook his head as he had taken the courtesy to tell Mat about you and him during the game.

That was why Mat threw a punch, but of course you didn’t know that yet.

You stood there in silence for a bit “I like him Jack.” In that moment you truly could have cried, your heart pounded nearly out of your chest wanting to make you sick.

In a way you could have been high in altitude with the way your head felt light “but does he make you feel like I do?” Jack wasn’t an idiot, you had something missing.

As much as you wanted Mat to be the missing puzzle piece of your life, you knew he wasn’t even from your box.

A disappointed cry left your lips as you nodded “no Jack!” Your eyes watered ad you knew it was the truth.

Those nights you spent so fucked out that a coherent thought couldn’t form in your head, where Jack had to change his sheets because you two had gotten so sweaty after so many rounds that his sheets were wet. The ones where your throat would grow raw from screaming his name as you cried out your pleads to have him let you come.

Only one man could make you feel like that, and he was stood right in front of you.

Jack wrapped his arms around you as he gave your body a squeeze before he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks “let me make you feel good tonight baby.” He mumbled driving your body back to hit a wall behind you.

It pushed the air out of your lips “j-jack,” you whimpered feeling his hands press against your sides pushing up your jersey “wanna hear you say it.” Jack watched your eyes stare up at his with curiosity and hope.

As your brain told you to push him away and run your heart seemed to control your words in that moment “I want you Jack.” You blurted out making his smirk grow larger.

His tongue clicked “well let’s get you out of this then baby.” The hockey player didn’t like the idea of you in another man’s jersey as it was clear that it was a reminder of whose presence graced the walls of your apartment for so long.

When the white jersey hit the floor it seemed to take your worries with it.

Maybe you shouldn’t have felt so bad about wanting Jack. Maybe you should have let him stay, let this stay.

When his lips pressed against your stomach driving closer to where you wanted him it felt like the gates to heaven opened.

His eyes looked at you with so much intention and desire, the way you had been waiting for him to see you.

So whilst Mat sat in his car waiting to hear what you wanted from Dairy Queen totally oblivious to the activities going on in your apartment as your phone vibrated on the coffee table. You never noticed it.

But even if you did you were a little bit busy focusing on the man who dropped to his knees hooking his fingers in the waistband of your shorts.

“Please Jack.”

So maybe you weren’t over him just yet.

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strwbmei · 1 month

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In the spirit of me fucking up my knee, could I request a short thing of Keqing/HSR Bronya princess carrying an injured reader?

~Teeth

(Also heya how’s it going?)

Hello, Teeth!! It's been a while! A lot has happened. Normally I'd say that I hope you've been doing well, but the fucked up knee speaks for itself. Not sure how you hurt your knee exactly or how bad it is, so I apologize if anything written here is medically unsafe/incorrect!

Keqing would go full asian mom style. She'd scold you for being careless, saying things like "I told you to be careful!" and to "stop being so reckless!" while dressing your injury. Her words sting, but you can tell that she cares with how careful she's being with you. Also, she insists on carrying you the same way a few days even after you've recovered. Acts strict, but you can get away with a lot more with her during the time that you're recovering. She'll even let you use her lap as a pillow.

"Ow!" You hiss in pain as Keqing tightens the makeshift bandage around your knee. She glares up at you, eyes full of disappointment and irritation, yet also with a hint of worry that only you could discern. "Well, maybe if someone wasn't being such an idiot..."

"Still, be more gentle! You're dealing with an injured person here, y'know?" You complain, and the other woman rolls her eyes in response. "I'm sure it isn't as bad as you make it out to be if you still have the energy to whine."

Suddenly, Keqing stands up and lifts you into her arms with ease, carrying you bridal style as she starts walking. You yelp in surprise. "What are you-"

"Taking a certain idiot to the infirmary." You sort of just stare at her awestruck because she's rarely so... gentle? It's hard to find the right words to describe it, but you're sure this kind of opportunity is rare.

"What, you think I'd let you walk around with an injured knee?"

"Honestly, yeah, a little bit." As soon as you said those words without thinking, you were sure she'd put you down out of annoyance and tell you that you're free to go to the infirmary yourself, but she only stays silent.

"Whatever. Just... don't worry me again like that, okay?"

Bronya... would definitely overreact. There's no other way to word it. Her expression would be akin to a wounded puppy. She'll have all of the best doctors in Belobog taking care of you and the most luxurious bed for you to lay on even if your injury isn't that bad. Qlipoth bless her soul if the doctors even mention the possibility of your injury permanently impairing you, because she is most definitely going into cardiac arrest. After you recover, she makes it a point to ensure every place in Belobog is accessible to people who can't walk.

Although Bronya works as the Supreme Guardian, she's spent most of her life on the battlefield and she's learned many useful techniques from her experience. One of them is basic medical care.

She's not a professional, but her know-how has saved a few comrades' lives. Still, Bronya most certainly didn't expect that she'd have to use this skill of hers on you of all people.

"Bronya... I'm okay now. Really." You say; an attempt to console the very obviously distressed woman in front of you. With how much she's frowning, anyone that saw her would think that she was the one with an injury.

"No." Bronya responds, and honestly, this is the first time you've heard her so... stern. She knows that you aren't lying, but she sure as hell isn't risking your wound getting worse. "We need to get you to a doctor."

On second thought, it's too dangerous to move you around; it'd be better to have a doctor come here themselves. Still, the nearest doctor is much too far away, so Bronya decides to carry you there instead.

As soon as she picks you up, her mind races with a million thoughts all at once. What if it leaves a scar? What if you aren't able to walk normally again? Aeons forbid, what if you won't be able to walk at all? However dramatic, just the thought has her heart sinking.

She senses your unease and takes a deep breath, pressing a small kiss to your forehead. Perhaps her emotions have gotten the better of her. "I'm sorry, my love. You know how I worry for you." She smiles reassuringly. Whether she's trying to reassure you or herself, you don't know.

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cozage · 7 months

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The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 15: House Arrest

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Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1.3k

You couldn’t look at your father. You knew he was waiting for you to look him in the eye, but you couldn’t. You were afraid you’d be stuck there forever in a stalemate.

And then he bent down and wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you in for an embrace.

“I know you’ve been through a lot recently,” his voice was low and comforting. “And I believe you did everything with the best intentions. So raise your head, and let’s talk.”

He pulled away from you and walked back to his office, you and Marco following closely behind him.

When you entered the room, you found Whitey waiting for you, and she gave you a smile and a small wave. Her eyes held many questions, but she didn’t dare ask them here.

It was just the four of you in there. You weren’t sure where the other commanders were, but they hadn’t even been on the deck to greet you. That was fine with you, you didn’t need added shame to what you already felt.

“Let’s start from the beginning,” your father said.

“We heard reports of Teach heading to Paradise, so we-“

“No,” he interrupted, pointing to your torso. “That beginning.”

You blushed. For a moment you had forgotten about the baby.

“What do you want to know?” You asked. You weren’t about to give up information voluntarily.

“How far along are you?” Your father asked. “When did you know? Who else knows?”

“I think a little over four months now,” you said. It was hard to keep track. “I haven’t had an appointment in a while, so-“

“You went to clinics?” Your father’s eyes darted to Marco and then back to you. “Which ones?”

You gave a nervous laugh. “Yes we went to clinics. I was throwing up everything I ate and then some.”

“So there are records,” Marco said softly.

“I always used a fake name.”

Your father stared at you intensely. “Which clinics? Do you remember the doctors?”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. This was starting to feel more like an interrogation than a simple chat. You had expected some heat, but this was starting to get a bit much.

“Why does it matter?” You asked.

“Because,” your father said. “Anyone who knows about this is a risk. A big one.”

You scowled. “Shanks said something similar,” you muttered softly, more to yourself than anyone else.

“Shanks knows?” Your father asked, and you nodded, which sparked a string of curses to fall from his mouth.

“What the hell have you been up to in the last month?” Marco asked, looking at you with concern.

“What’s the big deal?” You asked. You were starting to get irritated with everyone’s overreaction with every little thing.

“That baby will never be safe if people know its heritage,” your father said.

“Everyone knows I’m a Newgate! And I can’t exactly hide out for six more months and then come back with a newborn I ‘adopted’!”

Marco sighed. “It is Ace’s, ri-?”

“Marco!” You were infuriated he’d even think anything else. “Of course it is!”

“Okay!” Marco held his hand up in apology. “Sorry!”

“This is bad,” your father said, his eyes on your belly. “The timing couldn’t be worse.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. “I didn’t plan this, dad! I didn’t plan any of this!”

“I should’ve never let you leave this ship,” he said, shaking his head. “Now tell me where you visited clinics. We need to erase any proof you were there.”

“What are you going to do?” You asked. “They don’t know-“

“Nobody can ever know!” Your father roared. “You will die if that information ever gets out. The Navy will never stop. Never!”

“What’s the big deal?!” You screamed back. “I’m a Newgate, everybody already knows that! The Navy will never leave me alone anyway! Just-“

“This isn’t about you!” He yelled back. His haki washed over you in waves, and you knew he was hiding something.

Normally, his show of force didn’t bother you much. But between the baby and the sea prism, it overwhelmed you, and you fell to your knees.

“Stop!” You screamed, tucking into a fetal position in pain. “Please stop!”

You didn’t plead often, and your father stiffened at your words. Instantly, the power receded. But you could still feel the effects tingling across your skin.

“This isn’t about you,” your father said again, shaking his head. His voice was thick with tears.

“Pops.“ Marco interrupted. “I don’t think-“

But your father ignored Marco’s warning and continued.

“It’s about Ace.”

“Ace?” You asked, lifting your head up slightly. You were still dazed from his haki and weren’t sure you heard him right.

“I guess he never told you. Can’t blame him though, after I specifically asked him not to.”

Your fathers words only confused you more.

“Pops?” You stood up, your knees still wobbling slightly. “What are you talking about?”

“Ace is Gol Roger’s son.”

It took a moment to process what he had said. A part of you wasn’t shocked. You had known that Ace hated his father and never liked to talk about it. And yet he always seemed to understand how you felt, weighed down by living in the shadow of a powerhouse for a father.

“I see,” you whispered, thinking back to all of the things he had said about his parents.

Whitebeard raised his eyebrow at you, surprised by your response.

“You don’t seem surprised,” he said.

“I’m not.”

Marco looked at you, shocked. “You’re not?”

You shook your head. “He’s always been weird about his birth parents. I knew I needed one little piece to connect it all, and now everything makes sense.”

“So now you understand what kind of risk you’re at if the Navy finds out,” your father said. “You understand why I can’t allow you to partake in this rescue mission.”

“What?” You hissed. “No, I have to! You need all the help you can get. You can’t just keep me locked up!”

“You will not be much help in your current state,” your father said. “Use of strong and targeted Haki will knock you out. You can barely perform devil fruit abilities. You’d be more of a risk than an asset.”

You knew he was right, but the words stung. Your ability had become significantly weaker, especially over the last month. But that didn’t matter. Even weakened, you were still stronger than half the people on the ship.

“Give me swords. I learned how to wield them in Wano.” Anything to get you on that battlefield. Anything to get you closer to Ace.

“Absolutely not,” Marco snapped, before your father could even respond. “You’re pregnant. Even if you think it’s not a big deal, it is. We’re not putting you on a battlefield. You need checkups and rest, not sword fights and enemies.”

“Marco! That's not-“

“You may assist with the strategy leading up to it,” your father said. “During the battle, you will stay on the ship and help adjust the strategy as needed. That is all I will allow. Do not ask for more, or I will revoke it all.

“I’m placing you under Marco’s command until further notice. You will do everything Marco tells you to, and you will not complain. When Marco tells you to report for a checkup, you will do so without any nonsense. When he tells you to take medicine, you will not object. When he tells you to stop working, you will follow his orders. Is that understood?”

You could tell by his voice, there was no point in arguing. He had thought this through. And honestly, it felt like a better alternative than being thrown in a cell for a week, not knowing what was happening outside.

“Yes sir,” you whispered. You blinked away tears, afraid of what the future would hold.

“Do not let your spirit break yet,” your father said. “We have much to do, and if all goes well, we can pretend that this never happened.”

But things in the pirate world never went according to plan.

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pedroslass · 1 year

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never have i ever..

authors note: i have figured out the ways of how to work this app. yay! enjoy my loves.

pedro pascal x female reader

warnings: bad language, makin people uncomfy.

summary: during an interview, the interviewer begins to ask some questions which make you uncomfortable. only for your boyfriend to step up for you.

“hello everyone i am y/n l/n” looking over at your boyfriend you waited for his introduction, however he just continued looking at you. you raised your eyebrows with a small laugh. “oh! hey i’m josé pedro balmaceda pascal” looking back at the camera you continued “and today we are gonna be taking part in the ‘never have i ever’ interview with W magazine!”

“i’m kinda scared, i have not come prepared” pedro says to the crew, leaning back in his chair laughing, you looked over to him playing with the signs “they can’t be too bad surly..” you said looking towards the interviewer biting the corner of your lip.

“right! first question, never have i ever stolen something from set?” you and pedro giggled looking at one another, knowing each others answers. the both of you revealed ‘i have’ “i remember mine was a necklace i worse in one of my scenes and it was custom made so i obviously couldn’t get it from anywhere else so, i took it” you explained with a proud smile. pedro smiled “that necklace is pretty to be honest, understandable”

“next question, never have i ever sexted?” the question kinda took you back. you thought it was a little inappropriate to ask a publicly known couple that. you looked over at your boyfriend, you could tell he feels the same way you do. just to avoid all the comments that may end up being made toward the both you, you said ‘i have never’ pedro did the same, even tho you were fully aware you have definitely.

the room carried a very awkward silence.

“okay okay, never have i ever done anything sexual in public?” you looked at pedro, his eyebrows furrowed. looking deeply into the fellas eyes. “can you ask something other then inappropriate shit. i don’t really appreciate it” looking back at the interviewer, he seemed to panic looking down at his little book.

the guy didn’t have any other normal questions, just ones about things that were kept between you and pedro.

“if that’s all you have, me and y/n are leaving. i think it’s a little disrespectful that the only questions you have are ones about our personal life, especially ones like that. asking such questions around my lady like that isn’t exactly right” you smiled, you loved when pedro protected you like this. he knew you were off, he knew you felt uncomfortable. you always do when anyone ever asked about your own business, not because you are embarrassed. hell, you love every sentimental moment you spend with him. but when people ask, you despise it.

the interviewer was stunned, looking at both you and pedro. “they were just questions, i think your overreacting sir” pedro leaned forward. “overreacting? sir there is no such thing as overreacting when you care about your girls feelings. i respect she feels uncomfortable, you should too as a gentleman. now if you would excuse me, we are leaving”

god your so proud of your man, you find it so charming when he sticks up for you. he’s a real gentleman. you bloody love him.

he stood up abruptly, holding your hand you walked out of the room. “what a dick..” he said quiet enough for you too hear, a laugh escaped your mouth. “thank you, i’m glad you said that. it was horrible.” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“of course mi amour, i could tell you were a bit iffy. now how would you feel if we went to target and i allow us to go in for how ever long you heart desires” you stopped dead in your tracks. “you should never give time this much freedom.” you said with a straight face.

“oh trust me i’m very aware baby, oh and after we can go to you favourite desert shop and we can get whatever we want. i’m paying”

“oh sweet jesus, i love you. you are definitely gettin me tonight” he smirked

“i love you too baby”

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagines #cute #joel miller #interview #pedro pascal interview

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you’re one of my favorite authors so i’m so glad you’re active again! <33 I’ve started rereading awiaf just to remind myself why it’s my favorite fic ever so thank you for feeding into my brain rot since you started awiaf until now.

on the other side of this ask

I have worms for brains and I desperately need chishiya trying to drop hints that he likes the reader but just… is so terrible at it and gets frustrated because if it. He probably doesn’t even know the first thing about flirting, let’s all be honest.

Hey Anon! This probably strayed a little from your request, but if you'd rather have a fluffier version, I'm happy to redo it :)

The idea of Kuina being a horrified wingwoman to Chishiya's terrible flirting attempts was just too funny not to write about.

(Chishiya x gn reader)

(Kuina = losing hope in all humanity)

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It was killing her to watch.

She’d given him more expert advice than she’d ever given anyone - heaven only knew that boy needed it - but he was still so stiff, so standoffish, and so goddamn terrible. And now, hiding behind a pillar in the hotel lobby, Kuina felt like crawling into a corner and burying her head in the sand.

‘Thanks… That’s really nice of you Chishiya.’

The words had come out in the same awkward tone that one might use when humouring children, or fending off an over-familiar stranger on the bus. And what’s worse, Chishiya hadn’t even realised.

‘You just pull the pin and it should work,’ he explained, showing off the “pin”, which was actually a keyring attached to a piece of string.

‘Great,’ (Y/N) said, eyebrows drawing in bizarre confusion. ‘I guess it’s useful to have… maybe.’

Kuina bit her hand, fighting the urge to drag him away at his heels. Luckily, she didn’t have to, because without even saying goodbye, or ending the conversation whatsoever, he was now walking away, smiling with satisfaction and leaving (Y/N) standing in the hotel lobby looking utterly bewildered by the events that just occurred. As Chishiya passed the pillar, she grabbed his white hood.

He shook her off immediately. ‘Was that really necessary?’

‘What the hell was that?’ Kuina hissed. ‘What about everything we practiced?’

He shrugged lazily. ‘I thought it went well.’

You can’t be serious?

‘That right there? That was a car crash. You can’t just walk up to someone and give them a bomb as a present. They think you’re insane now.’

‘I doubt that. I left a note in their room beforehand.’

Kuina felt the colour drain from her face. ‘You did what now?’

Chishiya gave a knowing smile. ‘While the games were on, I left a note on the bed explaining that I had a gift. It was hardly a surprise.’

Oh my god… This is a disaster.

She placed both hands on his shoulders, locking him in a firm grip that he couldn’t escape from no matter how much he tried to squirm away.

‘Chishiya, listen to me now. Normal people don’t do things like this. You don’t know (Y/N) well enough to just walk into their room. You’re gonna end up with some really weird rumours going around, and I don’t want to be part of that.’

He finally broke away with a scowl. ‘You’re overreacting. If you’re not going to help, you can find somebody else to annoy.’

‘I’m literally trying my hardest to help you, but you’re impossible. This is impossible.’

He made a small noise of irritation and stared aimlessly at the white lobby wall. ‘Do you have any other suggestions then?’

‘What about telling the truth?’

‘No.’

‘It’s not that bad. Tell them how you really feel. Admit that you weren’t sure how to show it, and you screwed up —‘

‘I didn’t.’

‘Yeah, you did. You haven’t got a clue how to flirt, and that was a horror show to watch.’

He averted his gaze, looking anywhere but at Kuina. ‘Any other bright ideas?’

She rubbed her temple. ‘I’ll see what I can think of,’ she said. ‘Just let me work on it, okay?’

As she parted ways with Chishiya in the lobby, Kuina didn’t have much hope. The situation was eating away at her, because believe it or not, she wanted Chishiya to be happy, even if he was an asshole sometimes. Well, most of the time. However, even after borrowing all of her expert advice and tips, he still couldn’t quite make flirting seem natural.

And worse, he actually did like (Y/N), even if he had never really shared the depths of his feelings. But Kuina wasn’t blind. She’d seen the way his eyes trailed after them, no matter where they were in the room. He would only ask how Kuina’s games had been whenever (Y/N) was placed in the same group. Anybody else wouldn’t have noticed. Except Kuina wasn’t just anybody.

I think I might actually feel bad for him.

Stepping into the elevator, she pressed the button for the sixth floor. She was so lost in her thoughts that when the doors opened, it took her a good few seconds to realise that she was standing face to face with the object of those thoughts - the object of Chishiya’s affection.

‘Oh! Hey Kuina, this is actually kind of cool. I was just looking for you.’

Oh no.

Kuina could already see where this was going. ‘Really? We can go into my room if you want to talk,’ she suggested. ‘It’s better than standing out here.’

They must have been knocking on Kuina’s door, and since the timing was right, that could only mean one thing. There would be a very long conversation ahead. The two shut themselves away in the privacy of Kuina’s room, sitting on two small chairs in front of the window.

‘Sorry for the mess.’ Kuina began scooping up the array of lipsticks rolling around on the desk behind her. ‘I think I already know why you’re here.’

There’s no point beating around the bush.

(Y/N) tried to hide a grimace behind their hand. ‘It’s… well. Have you noticed Chishiya-san acting strange recently?’

‘Strange?’

‘It’s just that - this is so weird. He stares at me so much, and earlier when I came back from my game, I found a note from him on my pillow. I didn’t even know he’d been in my room.’

Seriously, Chishiya? The pillow?!

Kuina feigned surprise. ‘What did the note say?’

‘He wanted to meet with me in the lobby, so I did. Just now, actually, and…’ (Y/N) pulled out a soda can with red and blue wires stretching from the lip to the base, and a tiny pull ring on top. ‘He gave me a homemade grenade.’

‘I’m so sorry.’ It was the only thing Kuina could bring herself to say. ‘I really am. I can have a word with him if you want?’

‘That’s not all,’ they added. ‘The other day when I woke up I found something in front of my door too. I don’t have it here, but it was a… a shank, I think?’

Kuina fought the urge to put her head in her hands and cry. Chishiya hadn’t told her about this, probably knowing she would disapprove. And disapprove, she did.

‘I don’t have it with me, but it’s a piece of shaved metal tied to a screwdriver. There wasn’t a note but I think it was him. I didn’t really know what to say to him before. I just, I’m a little confused. I always thought he was kind of cute, but all of this is weirding me out…’

Hold on.

Kuina’s eyes widened. She replayed that last sentence in her head.

Hold on just one second.

‘I’m only asking because I care,’ they said, ‘but is he okay, you know, mentally?’

‘Look,’ Kuina interrupted. ‘This is going to sound crazy, but hear me out.’

Maybe honesty really is the best policy.

She took a deep breath. ‘Chishiya actually likes you. As in, he likes likes you. He’s just fucking awful at flirting.’

(Y/N)’s whole body froze, eyes flashing with hope. ‘You mean he likes me in that way? He has feelings for me?’

Kuina nodded and leaned back in her chair. It was like a huge weight had suddenly been lifted from her chest.

‘I wasn’t going to say anything since it’s not really my place, but the two of you are getting nowhere like this. I know how he looks, but Chishiya’s not made of stone. I think he just wasn’t sure how to tell you and decided to make you weapons for protection. He’s really logical like that. I guess he figured regular gifts didn’t have any value in this place.’

Have I ruined it?

She had tried to explain the best she could, to put Chishiya in a good light and dissolve any rumours of him being a homemade weapon-obsessed stalker. But by doing this, did she also sabotage his chances?

(Y/N) smiled gently. ‘I guess when you think about it that way, it’s actually kind of sweet.’

Kuina was perplexed, to say the least. There was no way in heaven or hell that Chishiya was sweet. Not a chance. The man was cold, stoic, calculating, basically anything but boyfriend material. But she wasn’t going to say this to the one person who might actually be able to change him.

(Y/N) stood up and grinned at Kuina. ‘Thank you! I think, I might actually go and talk to him now. His room is just down the hall, isn’t it?’

“It’s room nine,’ Kuina got to her feet too. ‘I’ll come with you, but I’ll be hiding around the corner. If it’s okay with you, I want to see how this works out.’

‘That’s okay,’ they said. ‘I’d like you to come. It’ll be good having you there, for support.’

The pair left Kuina’s room and headed down the hallway towards room nine. Judging from the vague shuffling noises they could hear through the door, Chishiya was inside. Kuina gave a wink of encouragement and hid just behind the corner, the perfect place to listen in and spy from afar. (Y/N) knocked on the door, holding the soda can between both hands.

The shuffling noises paused, then the door opened, revealing Chishiya. When he saw who was on the other side, his lips parted in mild surprise.

‘Hey Chishiya.’ (Y/N) shuffled awkwardly. ‘I just wanted to stop by to say I’m sorry about before, if I seemed off. I was still kind of thinking about my game earlier.’ They held up the soda can. ‘Really, thank you for this. It’ll be really handy in a pinch.’

To anybody else, Chishiya’s expression would seem static, bored even. But Kuina saw the vague tug of a smile on his lips; she knew better.

‘If you use it in your next game, I can make you another one,’ he replied. ‘Or if you need a knife that you can hide in your jacket. Tasers too.’

‘Tasers?’

He smirked. ‘All you need is an electronic device. It’s a simple rewiring trick.’

The two spoke in hushed tones, Chishiya faintly smirking and (Y/N) taking in every word he spoke. Watching from behind the corner, Kuina was delighted to finally see her efforts come to fruition, and she had to admit, these two oddballs kind of suited each other. Who would’ve known?

(Y/N) peered over Chishiya’s shoulder, their face lighting up. ‘Wait, is that your workbench? Can I see it?’

‘Sure.’ He opened his door wider and (Y/N) slipped inside.

This is the cutest thing I’ve seen in ages, Kuina thought. Maybe I should become a professional matchmaker.

And then she froze.

She froze because Chishiya didn’t close the door behind him. Instead, his eyes jumped over to where she was standing, looking at her squarely.

Busted!

She gave him an awkward wave of her fingers. However, instead of scowling at her for meddling too much in his affairs, he gave her the briefest of nods - a small thank you for the world’s greatest wingwoman.

#alice in borderland #chishiya #aib #kuina #imawa no kuni no arisu #chishiya x reader

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Acquaint Yourself With The Avengers

Prompt number: 29 "That's all? Easy."

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!reader

Rating: E(veryone)

Word count: 4.2k+

Warnings: Maybe some swearing. Slow Burn? Reality TV show hate. Bucky (and readers') self hatred. Talk of death.

A/N: Hey guys! I feel like I've been gone forever- work is killing me! But I'm back for Fictober and I'm really hoping I'll finally do the whole month. This is part 1 of 2 I think- but I'm open to writing more in this universe. Part two will be up in a few days if not tomorrow. I have never watched a reality TV show, so please bare with me for the mistakes I no doubt made.

“This has to be a joke,” you deadpan, throwing the joke of a contract onto the table in front of you. Steve murmurs in agreement on your left, and an increasingly uncomfortable Bucky shifts in his seat to Steve’s left. “Tony, reality shows are crap. What were you thinking?”

“This is coming from higher up than me,” he rubs his temples, giving away his exasperation. Over the years Tony started to slowly step out of the spotlight, no longer seeking out media coverage. “It’s directly from Fury, and the few Congress members that are still on our side. Since the Accord drama our ratings have been dipping, we need them to see that underneath it all we’re just human.”

“And if I don’t agree to it?” your voice hardens as you have a staring contest with the billionaire.

“Then you’re out.”

“So you’re telling me if I don’t exploit my life, if we all don’t exploit our lives- we’re kicked to the curb. Just like that? Years of work and helping people just flushed down the toilet?” you’re on the verge of angry tears.

Your mother had drilled into your brain since you were a young impressionable child, that reality shows were trash, that they did more harm than good. The worse things people did on these shows the more famous they got, it teaches young children that they’ll get rewarded for their bad behavior. You wonder what she would think of you now, about to agree to become that trash just so you can continue to help the people that are bound to talk shit about each and every one of your friends online.

“I agree with (Y/N/N),” Steve finally speaks up, quickly glancing at Bucky’s clenched fists. “Bucky shouldn’t be subjected to having twenty cameras shoved in his face, not so soon after rejoining society.”

It’s been a month since Bucky came to live with everyone at the newly built compound, he had spent the previous three months after the Accords in Wakanda receiving the best help Shuri could provide. You wouldn’t say that you and Bucky are friends, but you two are definitely friendlier than he is with most of the team. You’ve never pushed him to talk, you two can sit in peaceful silence, something Sam does regularly because of his experience with PTSD and the benefits of talking about it.

“You’re just worried that more people are going to start speculating that you're dating him,” Sam joins the conversation, referencing the newest gossip article published today. Some ‘news’ site wrote a fifteen paragraph article speculating on a non-existent romance between the super soldiers, stemming from one single photo of Steve standing half in front of Bucky and pushing a camera out of his face on the way into a restaurant- for a team dinner.

“On the topic of relationships, I don’t really want a bunch of cameras in mine and Clint’s,” Natasha speaks up from the other side of the table, Clint nods along.

“The last thing people need is hours of footage of Vis and me to analyze and bully us about, I already get enough judgment and hate,” Wanda adds, crossing her arms over her chest. Vis rests a comforting hand on her soldier, he’s learned enough about human emotions- especially Wanda’s- to know not to add anything.

“You guys are overreacting,” Sam rolls his eyes. “Plus this could be a good time to promote things we’re passionate about, like group therapy for Veterans.”

“It sounds fun,” Thor booms, you roll your eyes. No one will say anything about him, he’s conventionally attractive, has a sexy accent, and he’s a literal God. He has nothing but adoring fans.

“All publicity is good publicity,” Tony grimaces. “We can’t go any lower, we’re already at the bottom of the barrel.”

“Peter’s lucky he’s a minor and anonymous,” you pout, out of the corner of your eye you can see Bucky crack a small smile. With that one final comment you're signing the contract, because at the end of the day you’ll do whatever it takes to be able to help those in need. Everyone has a similar vein of thought, all signing their own contracts.

Later that night you're sitting in the living room with Bucky, the News is playing in the background, but neither of you had been paying it any mind. You’re too focused on coming up with worst case scenarios about the impending reality show. Bucky can practically hear the gears whirring in your head, he keeps glancing over at you to make sure you're okay. Not that you notice because you're too wrapped up in your own little world.

“What if they edit it to make one of us the villain?” you ask out of nowhere, this is the first time you’ve broken the peaceful silence in the months you’ve been sitting with him. “Sorry, forget I said anything, I’m gonna head to bed.”

“It’ll be me,” Bucky whispers when you stand up from the couch. “They’ll take this opportunity to show everyone what a monster I am.”

“You aren’t a monster Bucky,” you squat down in front of him when you see that he’s staring at his lap. “You can’t be blamed for what Hydra made you do. And anyway, they usually pick an unsuspecting person on one of these shows and edit it so their words and actions are all twisted. They ruin people’s characters, not make hard hitting political statements.”

“You think they’ll target you?” he asks it like it’s a question, but it’s more of a statement.

“Yeah I do,” you sigh, standing up and plopping on the couch beside Bucky for the first time. “I’m mysterious, or at least that’s what Tony and Peter keep telling me. I don’t have a big social media presence, I do my best to avoid the paparazzi when I go out, and I very rarely speak at press conferences. If they don’t make me the villain, I’m worried they’ll hyperfocus on me until I slip up and become one.”

“I think it’ll be Vision, since he’s a robot,” Bucky adds after a minute of silence, and you can’t help but smile at him.”

Before you know it, Wednesday rolls around, and the fifteen person crew shows up to invade your lives. You start to get overwhelmed by the ten cameras they are setting up, two in a confessional area, and the other three in the living room where you are all supposed to do your opening scripted talk- where Tony will explain why you guys are doing the reality show Acquaint Yourself With The Avengers. On top of those cameras, the crew are setting up hidden and security cameras to catch the action when they aren’t there filming on the main ones. Once you're all seated on the couches- your stuffed between Bucky and Sam- the PA, Alice, comes over to talk to you all.

“So filming will happen Thursday through Tuesday most weeks, unless a big event falls on an off day, crew leaves by ten PM at the latest, and the hidden cameras will go dormant after midnight. No children will be in the final product- as requested by Scott, we can evaluate on a case by case basis if any of the rest of you choose to have children down the line and want to show them. Are there any questions?” she asks, but gives a look that screams not to ask any. “Well if there aren’t any, we should get to shooting, we’re already twenty minutes behind.”

You say your two scripted lines in the beginning scene and then zone out through the rest, you’re a little worried your face will give your lack of enthusiasm away, but none of the crew says anything so you assume you're fine. Soon enough, you're dismissed, but not allowed to go far because the first interviews for all of you are about to take place in the dining room. You and Bucky both stay firmly planted on the couch while most of the others go to the kitchen to get something to drink, or lurk in the dining room to watch said interviews- Steve being the first to be interviewed.

“Just act like the camera’s aren't there,” you say unhelpfully when you notice his gaze shifting uneasily from one camera to the next. In reality you too are struggling with them watching you from every possible angle.

“That’s all? Easy,” Bucky deadpans, a laugh bursts out of your mouth and his eyes twinkle.

“Did you just make a joke,” you laugh again, this time far quieter. For the first time since the camera crew arrived you forget they’re there, too lost in this one real moment with Bucky, too lost in his gorgeous crystal blue eyes. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him let his guard down with anyone other than Steve.

“And if I did?” he asks playfully, leaning in closer to you, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Then I’d say do it more often, it’s a good look on you,” you grin back at him, and you're only broken out of your trance when Alice calls for Tony.

She calls you after Tony, hair and makeup come rushing over to give tiny last minute adjustments to your appearance after you're seated in front of a ring light. You start to fidget with the hem of your shirt as the PA flips through her paper to get to her list of questions about you, the suspense just making your anxiety skyrocket.

“To start off we’re just going to ask some easy and basic questions to get you warmed up. So (Y/N), you’ve been with the Avengers since it was first formed, tell us what that’s been like, and make sure you put the question in your answer.”

“I’ve been with the Avengers since 2011, I was the second one Director Fury recruited, right after Tony. I’ve loved all of the good deeds we have been able to do for people all over the world, and I’ve made some lifelong friendships too. It’s amazing being able to do something you love with the people you love.”

“Good good,” Alice nods, looking down at her questions. “Now tell us how you feel about all of the new auditions to the team since then, and don’t hold back.”

“We’ve had some pretty great people join since the seven of us were originally put together, not only are they good, friendly people, but they are also all very skilled at what they do. I love watching the team grow, it just means that we have more skills and manpower to be able to help even more people,” Alice rolls her eyes at your response.

“For this next part we’re going to put up article headlines talking about how you’re the most private Avenger, even more so than Natasha. So just tell us why you’re so private.”

“There isn’t all that much to say, I’m just a private person,” Alice makes a keep going gesture from behind the camera. “I’ve always been pretty private and I was only thrust into the limelight when I joined the Avengers Initiative. I do my job to help people not to get recognition, that’s what my career has always been about. I never felt the need to post a lot of selfies online or make a tweet about the workout I just did. People are allowed to do those things, and there’s nothing wrong with that, I’ve just never understood why people would care what I’m doing in my day to day life.”

“Do you feel safe in the compound?” the question comes out of left field and you aren’t sure why it’s being brought up.

“Of course I feel safe! I’m in a highly secured compound with my fellow Avengers, there’s nothing safer.”

“One last question, everyone is dying to know, what’s your relationship status?” Alice even seems like she’s interested in the answer.

“Like I said before, I am a very private person, but I suppose I could answer this. For the whole two people wondering about my relationship status, I am single at the moment. I’ve just been really focusing on my job, and I’ve learned that people don’t necessarily like coming second to my job and my friends.”

“Thank you,” Alice smiles. “Can you send Bucky over next?”

You do as you’re told, search out Bucky and send him on his way to the dining room. Instead of heading to sweet freedom, your room, you loiter and watch Bucky’s intro interview. “Sergeant Barnes, what has it been like joining the Avengers and how has everyone treated you?”

“It’s been okay and mostly everyone-” Bucky gets cut off by Alice.

“Make sure you put the question in your answer.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky is clearly starting to get agitated with all of the focus and cameras on him.

“Say something like joining the Avengers has been really good, it’s helping me get better with teamwork again blah blah blah. The team has welcomed me in and it’s reminiscent of my time in the Army, something like that,” Bucky gives one nod, turning back to the camera in front of him.

“Joining the Avengers has been really good, it’s helping me get better with teamwork again,” you bring your hands to your mouth to stifle your laugh at Bucky repeating you word for word. “The team has welcomed me in and it’s reminiscent of my time in the Army.”

“Okay,” Alice draws the word out at Bucky’s lack of originality. “Who would you say your best friends on the team are?”

“Steve,” Bucky responds without thinking, and Alice tells him to mention at least one other person. “Other than Steve, probably (Y/N).”

You're shocked, but flattered, by his response. Sure, he may have just said that because you were right there and staring at him, but maybe he meant it. Maybe all of those nights on the couch with him meant something to him.

“Oh really?” asks, clearly liking whatever spin she’ll eventually put on this conversation in editing.

“Yeah, she um, she was the first one to really welcome me and spend time with me,” he rubs his neck nervously.

“Just like (Y/N), you’re really private too,” you take a step forward seeing that the questioning is starting to put Bucky on edge.

“Cause it’s no one's business,” Alice, thankfully, doesn’t push.

“Are you ever worried you may do something to put your team members in danger?”

That’s enough!” your voice comes out firmer and louder than you imagined it would, drawing the attention of the rest of the Avengers. “Bucky isn’t going to sith there and take your abuse, his interview is done.”

You hold your hand out to him, and he jumps to grasp it, gripping it like it’s his lifeline. You’ve never touched Bucky before, and you keep your brain from running at how warm and nice his right hand feels in your own. You lead him out of the room, away from the prying eyes, and the now constant camera presence. You pull Bucky to your favorite room in the compound, the library. You deposit him on the comfy chaise lounge in the middle of the room while you go grab two books. You come back with Harry Potter for you, and The Hobbit for him, you had heard him talking to Steve about the movies once and learned he read it back in the day.

Little do you know, the littlest action of knowing Bucky’s favorite book on top of the way you stood up for him out there means more to Bucky than he’ll ever know how to express. It thaws his frozen heart just a little.

#fictober23 #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #kat rambles #bucky barnes imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine

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krillin-fanfic · 8 months

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Small Worries

Here we go, my K18 Day 2023 Entry! Had to power through a stomach bug that seemed to go away and then had a resurgence (and may have lost sleep and caught a cold trying to get this written down) but we did it! So, without further ado, enjoy this entry.

“Look, Babe, I appreciate the concern and all, but I'm OK, honest.” A short, disheveled man, sat in a chair facing the living room couch, bald head splotched with small burns and sweat-streaked dirt.

“Hush. Let me work.” A beautiful blonde woman shook her head and shifted slightly on the couch as she swabbed at a small burn on her patient's cheek

Krillin sat slumped in his chair, frowning. He'd come home from his training session with Goku just a bit disheveled, and 18 was acting as if he'd just come back from the middle of a war zone. She was totally overreacting... though he dare not tell her that. When 18 got like this, he found it best not to protest.

She dipped a fresh swab into some rubbing alcohol and touched it to one of the burn marks on his head, causing him to wince and pull back in discomfort. “Gah!”

“Stop whining, you've been through worse. Though not usually from training with friends.” Her expression was unreadable to most, but Krillin knew what was on her mind.

“18, I know it looks bad, but this happens sometimes. You don't need to worry about me, alright?”

She halted for a moment, fixing her icy blue eyes on his, expression still unchanging. “I don't, huh? I seem to recall you saying that the first time you came home from spending the day with Goku with your gi shredded like this, bruises all ove-” she jabbed the cotton swab at him. “Don't bother with the joke, I saw the other guy and he was fine.” She frowned. “I... worry sometimes. Can't help it.”

Krillin turned his head downward to stare at the floor. “I'm sorry. I didn't realize this was worrying you so much. It just feels... so good to be back in action again, I guess. Spend more time with Goku again.”

18 rubbed his cheek softly. “I know that, honey. I really do.” She gently cupped his chin and lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Hey... I'm not telling you this has to stop. OK? Just... I really need you to try to take a little more care of yourself. Marron and I both worry about you. You're not some weird alien who bounces back stronger from this sort of thing.”

Krllin broke eye contact, trying to look anywhere else than at her. “...yeah. I know...”

18 frowned again, softer and less stern. “Sweetheart, look at me.” She cupped his cheeks and turned him to face her once again. “You're still strong. You still have more strength in you than anyone else I know. You have such a strong moral compass. You have the strength to be willing to put others above yourself and your desires, which is not as common as people think. She smiled. “You have the strength to show compassion to people that even your own friends thought didn't deserve it, and for that I'm forever grateful.” She gestured toward the window with a tilt of her head. “And so's 17, not that the tsundere bastard will ever admit that to your face...” she saw him try to suppress a smile. “There's more to being strong than just muscles, dear.” She allowed a hand to drift down and gently rub his shoulder. “Though I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy these too. Just know I'd still love you even without them, OK?”

He blushed and allowed a small smile to slip through. “Yeah. OK.” He reached over and placed a hand on top of hers resting on his shoulder. “I really don't like to make you guys worry. It's part of why I've been a lot more careful lately, honest. And so has Goku.”

18 raised an eyebrow. “If he's been so careful, how exactly did you wind up coming back looking like you'd just survived planetary destruction?”

Krillin removed his hand quickly and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Well-ah... y'see... it wasn't actually Goku who did this. See, he and I were training together and our session was going on for a while. Then Vegeta showed up all upset about it-”

“Vegeta?!” 18 froze, bottle and swab she'd been preparing still in hand. “What did that prick have to do with you?”

“So, ah, funny story... it turns out that he said Goku told him he'd come train with him for a while over on Bulma's private island, and he said what we were doing was cutting into his time...” Krillin tapped his index fingers together. “And well, he kinda, sorta... stepped in to hurry things along. Heh...”

Krillin gulped as he saw 18's eyes narrow. “S-sorry, babe. I can always stop for a while, it's fine.”

18 closed her eyes and shook her head. “No. Krillin, why do you think I'm mad at you?” She leaned forward and gently swabbed a scrape on top of his head. “You did nothing wrong, Goku didn't do anything wrong here really...” she frowned and looked out the window. “That pig-headed 'Prince', on the other hand...”

She sighed. “Krillin, I know how much you sacrifice for Marron and I, and I know how much this makes you happy. Seeing you so enthusiastic and full of energy again... it makes us happy too.” She caressed his cheek again. “I need you to stop worrying that you need to apologize for enjoying yourself here. Do I worry? Absolutely. You're kind of a big deal to me, y'know?” He chuckled and looked down, blushing. “I'm serious. You're my best friend. My home. My everything. So of course I'm going to worry a bit. But if a little bit of temporary worry is what I need to endure for you to have your happy place, then so be it. Besides,” she winked. “You always know how to help me get over it.”

Krillin felt himself turn beet red and shifted a bit in his chair. “Heheheh... I suppose so.”

She poked him lightly in the chest. “So let's stop with the moping, huh? Next time that royal pain in the rear shows up and lets himself get carried away though, you tell me. I'll deal with him.”

Krillin's eyes went wide. “Uh... 18, don't get me wrong, you're strong, amazing, wonderful, tough as nails, and I love you so please don't kill me here, but Vegeta is kind of leagues stronger than you and me put together now. I'm not sure that's a great idea.”

18 chuckled and lifted her phone. “You'd be surprised what a simple phone call to Bulma can do. She scares him more than his own fears of irrelevancy. She'd have him here apologizing within an hour.”

Krillin laughed and leaned forward to peck 18's lips. “You're amazing, you know that?”

“I do. You're not so bad yourself, Mister.” She leaned in and kissed him again, lingering just a little longer, relishing the feeling of butterflies he still managed to give her.

“Now,” she said, pulling out a bandage and more antiseptic, “time to let me finish patching you up.” Krillin reluctantly agreed, mumbling minor complaints as she did so. But even so, 18 found herself smiling. Sometimes, she had to admit, it was nice to have an excuse to fuss over her husband. When she finished, she draped her arms around his neck and leaned down, planting a gentle kiss on top of his bandaged head. “There. All done, big baby.”

Krillin smiled and craned his neck to look up at her. “Thanks, babe. Best nurse a guy could ask for.”

She returned his smile and tapped the spot where his nose would be. “And you better not forget it. Now, would you like to help me make dinner before Marron gets home?”

Krillin hopped up from his chair and stretched. “Sure thing. What are we having?”

“Taco night, “ she called over her shoulder on the way into the kitchen.

Krillin grinned. Tonight was going to be sweet indeed!

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wa-royal-tea · 1 year

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Symphony Manor, Holan (8:30am)

*alarm rings*

Alfie: Good morning, cutie.

Catalina: Mhm, morning.

Alfie: Go back to sleep, it’s still early.

Catalina: Nuh-uh. I’ve been sleeping a lot lately.

*light switch clicks*

Alfie: You should be resting a lot, Lina. You’re still recovering from your injuries.

Catalina: I’m fine. You’re overreacting.

Alfie: Am I though?

Catalina: Yes, you are. It’s been two weeks. I feel better now. I can walk too.

Catalina: And I can do more than walk. If you know what I mean.

Alfie: Tempting, but, I don’t want to take the risk of hurting you. So, I’ll keep my hands to myself until I’m sure you’re fine.

Catalina: Urgh, you suck.

Alfie: *chuckles* Stay in bed. I’ll bring breakfast to you.

Catalina: You’re treating me like a child again.

Alfie: This time, for a good reason. I don’t want you to tire yourself out. And the doctors said that it’s going to take a while before you can make a full recovery.

Alfie: Please listen to me, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt again.

Catalina: *groans* Fine.

Alfie: Good girl.

*door opens and closes*

Tweet 1: an INTRUDER AT THE PALACE ?? fr ?? they got into a whole fight with alfie and #trashlina

Reply to tweet 1: they prob tried to put her in her place💀the bitch deserves it

Reply to tweet 1′s reply: stfu stop being a hater

Tweet 2: I feel sorry for the guests that already arrived. Ppl are dying around the world and they wasted their money on a wedding only for it to be postponed.

Tweet 3: LMAOOO THEY CANCELED THEIR WEDDING !!!! move over #trashlina, its marie’s time to shine ✨

Tweet 4: wait? they postponed their wedding? why?

Reply to tweet 4: the palace hasnt said anything … pelik (weird)

Tweet 5: atp i’m anti-monarchy, because what the hell is even going on?

Tweet 6: idc what everyone else says, i’m standing by alfie and lina 😔 nobody deserves what they’re going through

Tweet 7: how much do u guys wanna bet that they’re lying about the intruder? 👁👁

Reply to tweet 7: i saw a tweet from a former staff and they said nothing even happened … let’s put our tin foil hats on 😬

Reply to tweet 7′s reply: korg ckp ni boleh pakai otak tak? (ppl, can we pls think with our heads for 2 seconds?) stop jumping to conclusions you guys annoy the hell out of me.

Tweet 8: The hate she’s getting rn is unfair. Why’d you guys assume the worse of her?

Reply to tweet 8: Are you fcking fr? Did you forget what she did the other day?

Tweet 8′s OP replies: The apology thingy? You’re mad at her for that? I didn’t realize the marie stans are brain dead when it comes to Lina. She was doing the right thing by apologizing for something she didn’t even do. I bet if it was your fav who did this, you’d be praising her to the skies. Be serious.

*door opens and closes*

Alfie: What are you doing?

Catalina: N-nothing.

Alfie: Are you reading tweets on twister again? Stop reading those. It’s full of shit.

Catalina: I can’t help it. Last week was supposed to be our wedding day but it got postponed because of me.

Alfie: You didn’t ask for this to happen. And those people don’t know what actually happened. They’re just talking out of their asses right now.

Catalina: *sighs* Whatever. It already happened. Did your mum said anything about the wedding date?

Alfie: She said the wedding has been postponed to next month. The latest it would be is in two.

Catalina: But what are we gonna do until then? Don’t tell me you expect me to be in bed everyday?

Alfie: Mum said she’ll give us a new schedule to make up for the tour. She wants us to do joint engagements to build your reputation again. Right now the people are divided in half when it comes to you.

Catalina: Not surprised.

Alfie: Don’t think too much about it. You have me and the others to support you. And this time, if you did mess up, I will tell you. No sugarcoating. But, I won’t be an asshole about it.

Catalina: I’m a bit scared to hear what you’re going to say but thanks for listening to me.

Alfie: It’s no big deal.

Catalina: Oh, I forgot to ask. Did your mum said anything about my assistant? Since, y’know, Rowena’s not really in the picture anymore?

Alfie: She’s considering Anna to be your permanent assistant. The accusations against her has been dropped because Rowena confessed that she lied.

Catalina: Thank god. I liked Anna. I knew she won’t do it.

Alfie: Yeah. I’m just glad Anna still want to work with us. I heard mum said that she was a student Auntie Athy sponsored back in Cordelia. So she’s trusted.

Catalina: Is she a spellcaster like Lucy too?

Alfie: Nope. She’s a normal human. Like us.

Catalina: Oh, that’s cool. But what happens to Rowena now?

Alfie: She’s still under investigation. Your mama thinks it’s impossible for her to work alone. There must be someone helping her out and they’re trying to pry the answers out from her.

Catalina: Hmm...

*phone rings*

Alfie (to the phone): Hello, mum? Yeah, I’m at home.

Alfie: What? Are you serious?

Alfie: I...I see. Okay, I’ll tell her later. Keep me updated. Bye. Take care too.

Catalina: What was it? Did something happen?

Alfie: It’s Rowena.

Catalina: What’s wrong with her?

Alfie: She’s...she’s dead.

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destinygoldenstar · 21 days

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The only thing I focus on is getting into the room assigned to me. I don’t care if anyone is following me. I hope no one is following me. I have to get away.

I catch my running speed with the doorknob. I try to wipe my tears with my sleeve so I can see the lock and open the door with the room key in my pocket. I open the door and charge in, slamming the door shut behind me as quickly as I opened it. I make sure to lock the door behind me so nobody can come in. None of those psychos. None of those people.

Only then I start crying all over again.

I’m already a waterfall of tears, but I don’t care. I slump on the floor with my back up against the door. I can’t stop shaking. I can’t get my hands away from my face to catch the tears. My head is filled with nothing but ugly thoughts.

I’ve been like this before. More than once. More times than healthy. But at least then, it was me being pathetic and stupid and beating myself up about it. I’d cry about how disastrous of a human being I was, but I’d get told over and over again it was false and I was overreacting.

This is real.

This is far more justified, I feel.

This is the end of my life.

It has to be, right? I already broke. I already broke down in front of everybody. I already failed. I already failed the school that teaches its students how to kill each other.

I’m going to die here. I’m going to get killed by someone else. I’m stuck here for the rest of my days, however long I have left. I’ll never go home.

I will never go home.

I’ll die instead. I don’t want to die. I’m not ready to die yet.

If I die, I’ll never…

I’ll never see them again.

My parents. They’re going to be devastated to hear their daughter has been killed. I’ll never apologize to them. I’ll never say goodbye to them.

I never hated my parents. I hated that they signed me up to this program, but I never hated them. They loved me. It’s my fault for not saying no to it.

Maybe they’ll at least get a chance to start over with my brother. I’ll never meet him. I’ll never know his name. He’ll never know me. He won’t have a sister.

And Katie…

Oh gods, Katie.

Even in my flood of tears and my weakened state, I manage to pull out the notebook from inside my jacket. I open it to the first page.

The drawings are still there. The cheesy drawings of hearts and stars. The writing ‘K + S’ is still there. The photograph is still there. The one when we were in high school at the student novel ceremony. Her blonde hair was longer back then, up in a ponytail in the picture. I had my dimmed purple hair down, and was only wearing a plain white blouse. Even back then, she was more fashionable with her gold yellow turtleneck sweater. I’m hugging her tight in the photo. My head is on her chest with a shy expression on the camera she is holding.

I want to hug her like that again. I want her to hold me. I want her to show up out of nowhere, see me crying, and hold me close. She’d shush me and stroke my hair and tell me it’ll all be okay.

I wish she was here. I wish I was back home in Clovis. I wish I was back in my room, my real room, writing away late in the night with my parents blaming me for my exhaustion at school. Then school would mentally beat me, and the people would suck. Then I would come home and see Katie so she’d hear me out and then fill me with hope.

Tears fall on the paper, making scattered wet spots.

“I promised her. I promised her.” I cry silently, my voice gritty. “I promised her I’d come home…”

My voice raises in a raspy cry as I slam the book onto the floor. “Goddammit! I didn’t even want to come here!! I didn’t even want to accept the transfer!!! Why?!?!?!”

My crying and bawling becomes worse and worse by the minute.

There’s no one here to comfort me. There’s no one here to help me.

I’m dead for sure. I can’t kill. I have nothing in me to kill. I’m frail and stupid and sensitive, and I don’t know anything about murder. With the way I freaked out and stormed out like that, I think those people are thinking about targeting me.

Murder frail, whiny, stupid Sara…

I bury my head in my knees.

This is how my fuck ups get me killed.

*Knock Knock*

The shock of the sound and the banging on the door trip me over my feet. Now off the door, I’m on my hands and feet like a crab. I look up to hear a voice.

“Sara? You in here? I’m just here to check on you cause you-”

“Go away!” I shout. I don’t remember whose voice it is, and I don’t care. I don’t want any of these crazy people with murderous thoughts coming near me.

“Huh… that’s not what people usually say when someone knocks on their door…”

What is this person talking about? They act like they never-

“Ah well, the next and probably appropriate thing to do would be to pick the lock and come in anyway!”

What?! No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no! Already?! I’m dead already?!

I said I was gonna die, but this soon?!

“Don’t!!” I scream, my heart beating hard against my chest. With my breathing hitching, I scramble through my pockets, or whatever is on the floor near me I can use to defend myself. “Don’t come in! I have a… a…”

My hand meets one of two pens in my front jacket pocket. I open one and aim it at the door. “A PEN!! And I’m not afraid to use it for stabbing!!”

A pen. I sound pathetic.

“Oh wow. She really has snapped already.”

I stop breathing for a second.

That’s one of those bunny things.

What are they doing with a student-?

“You sure you want to go i-”

“Absolutely.”

I hear a click from the lock, and the door opens. I step back, still keeping my pen out.

It’s Senri Endo. He has a massive grin on his freckled face like this is some happy greeting. Why does he always do that like this is normal?

More importantly, why are all six Monobunnies standing around him?!

“Heyo, Sara.” He greets happily. “I hope you’re not too troubled.”

Dude…

“Good. Good. Good to see you already getting in the right spirit.” He says to my silence and my tear streaked face.

Does he not see I have a pen aimed at his face?! He walks up to me and clasps his hands, smiling like it’s nothing. Am I really that bad at being intimidating?

“So, how do you like your room?” He asks. “You haven’t seen it yet, right?”

“Uh-room?” I didn’t even look. I was busy crying.

Holding KiBunny on his shoulder and petting them, he says, “Oh yes. The Monobunnies put in a lot of effort into each student's room. So we hope you appreciate the space.”

MidoriBunny, standing by Senri’s feet, explains, “Each student's dorm room has the essentials. Bed. Wardrobe. Desk. Floor. Walls. A lock on their door. A private bathroom with a security camera so we can see. But we also included varying colors, decorations, and crannies to suit the student living in it. So you won’t see the other’s rooms look exactly the same.”

I spaced out when they started talking. “...wha-”

“Aw come on, I love a little room arrangement! Especially since we’re staying here for the rest of our lives as classmates!” Senri pulls my arm down. I guess the pen wasn’t threatening in the slightest. How can he be so cheerful about all of this?! “The Monobunnies and I came all this way, you want us to show you?”

“No-”

“Great!” He grabs me by the shoulders and turns my body around. I have to admit I’m too scared to fight against him.

The walls are white. The carpet is a similar purple color to my jacket. That much I know. AkaBunny and MomoBunny have their paws on lavish purple curtains.

“We know purple doesn’t match your hair, but we really wanted to express your love for the color.” MomoBunny says.

My favorite color is cerulean blue. My hair isn’t even that purple… well it is still purple, but it’s still a more dull shade of it.

“And you’ll never guess what’s behind these!” AkaBunny says.

“Window plates?” I quietly guess.

They open them up.

“Window plates!”

Of course. At least there’s curtains so I don’t have to stare at the window plates.

There’s five of these curtain things. The second one to the right has a white roll top desk with a purple swivel chair and a small trash can.

AoBunny is on the chair, depressingly saying, “This is the place where you can write down all your melancholy thoughts. On paper, or on the desk itself, we really don’t care…”

There’s stacks of paper on the desk. Lined and blank sheets. There’s a pencil sharpener and a cup of pencils as well.

AoBunny turns the chair around to hand me a sheet of paper of sorts. Senri takes it and hands it to me. “It’s a letter from the Monobunnies.”

I read the first sentence to myself.

‘We Monobunnies are dedicated to helping students enjoy their stay here-’

I shove the paper in my pocket. No one's gonna read that shit.

KiBunny and AkaBunny are jumping on the bed on the wall to my right. The pillows are a lavender color, and the quilt is white with butterfly patterns of several colors on it. There’s a nightstand with a drawer and a lamp.

MidoriBunny is trying to sit on the edge of the bed, but the jumping is making them wobble on the mattress. “This is what humans call a ‘bed’. From my understanding, you can do a lot of things with it. Sleep on it, jump on it, read on it, do a lot of clean pure and responsible things with it-”

AkaBunny jumps on the bed hard enough that MidoriBunny falls off. Senri catches them in his arms. MidoriBunny groans, “I think I prefer sleeping on dirt.”

“Alright, get off.” Senri politely demands.

“Awwwww…” The Monobunnies whine like little kids.

MonoBunny, getting up on the beds end, explains, “The water is shut off during nighttime. The dorm room bathrooms have locks on them, but the other bathrooms around the campus do not. Please keep that in mind. The flat screen TV on the wall will display any announcements at any time they appear, the channel will automatically switch to that when they happen. This goes for morning and nighttime announcements, class announcements, body discovery announcements, and so on. Otherwise that’s for your entertainment. Don’t break it. That camera on the ceiling, the one over the bed, that’s so we can keep an eye on you twenty four seven, so don’t ever think nobody is watching you. We’re always watching.”

They said that last part in a deep creepy snarl. My breath hitches at it.

“Also, don’t break it. The camera is equipped with a gun, so we can gun rule breakers down any time.” They say that part enthusiastically.

Great. I’m going to sleep with a gun hanging over my head.

“Room keys are designed to be resistant to lock picking, so you don’t have to worry about people picking the locks and coming into your room unannounced!”

I glance at Senri. “Right…”

“Huh? Oh…” Senri notices. “Oh don’t worry, we all checked the students' abilities. The only one who can is me.”

Why is Senri doing it okay but no one else? My head is littered with more questions than answers.

“They’re also hard to replicate.” MonoBunny says, then jumps up to my face to give a snarl, “DON’T. LOSE. YOUR KEY.”

I’m tense and shaking. “P-please don’t get that close…”

They jump down on the floor, obeying.

“Aaaaaaaaannnnndd that’s the basics!” Senri claps with a smile.

I think I feel worse than I did before.

“H-hey Senri-”

“Oh! And you have got to see the best part!” Senri interrupts me. I guess I get no say in any of this. “I know you’re a writer, your talent and all, so we put together a little nook for you to write to your heart's content!”

He grabs my arm to turn my body again, facing the left side of the room.

Indeed, there is a nook. The space is claimed by a white circular carpet with the same pattern as the bed quilt. There’s an end table in the center with a purple lounge chair, and surrounding it is a white book shelf that spirals around half the carpet. There’s already books in it, as well as some fake plants, drawings, and other things. On the side of the bookcase is a mini stairwell to climb to the top of the shelf, where there’s a little space with pillows and blankets. MomoBunny, on the top of the shelf, turns on a little lamp up there to reveal a ceiling lighting of a fake galaxy. They keep clicking on the lamp, and the lighting switches to other environments, like a rainstorm, a crowd of bustling people, the seaside, and a field of whistling birds. It even plays the sound effects.

Is it… beautiful? Why do I like this?!

“Well?” Senri gets in my view with a smile. He’s jumping in place. “You love it?”

“U-uh…” I can’t talk.

The bunnies already start digging into the books and drawings on the shelves before Senri adds, “And the best part? We managed to collect all your private projects from home!”

That gets me to scream an audible, “WHAT?!?!?”

They stole my-?!

“Okay, well, not exactly your private projects from home…” Senri dials back. “We just replicated them exactly into some blank notebooks we had laying around. So while you don’t have your stuff from home exactly, we made exact copies.”

“THAT’S NOT ANY LESS CREEPY!!” I scream. I’m running to the area to try and snatch the books from Monobunnies. They’re digging in them like greedy monsters. This wasn’t how I expected to start crying again, but here we are. “Hey! Stop!! These are private!!”

“Don’t worry, we already read through all of these.” MidoriBunny says casually.

“We’re also judging you silently about them, but we don’t have to say it out loud.” AoBunny adds.

“I didn’t give you permission to-!” I try to snatch a book from AkaBunny, but they jump out of the way. I let out an upset cry.

“The amount of unfinished projects here is just sad…” AoBunny is also crying. “I loved ‘The House of Labels’. When are you making the fifth book?”

“Oh, oh my…” AkaBunny found one. “I wonder if your parents know about this fetish of yours-”

“PUT THAT ONE DOWN!!” I beg, my waterfall of tears coming back. “Please stop!”

“Alright, you heard the lady, put them back, we already read them!” MonoBunny commands, slapping.

The other bunnies obey instantly. Maybe that’s why MonoBunny is the leader among them.

MomoBunny is the only one who doesn’t listen. They find another one, flipping through it curiously. “Ooooooohhh, who’s this girl? She’s such a pretty one. Someone got a crush??”

I whip my head around. Is that my diary of Katie?!

“We’re a thing!” I cry.

MonoBunny, out of nowhere, jumps up to the shelf and kicks MomoBunny in the back with their hind leg. “What did I say?! Back off of the lady’s love life!”

“Kyaaa!” MomoBunny crashes on the floor from the kick. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!”

They’re aggressive bunnies as well. Now it gives me even more of a headache.

It makes me lose it. “JUST FUCKING STOP IT!!!”

They do from my outburst. I don’t care. I’m worn out from crying. I’m angry. I’m embarrassed. I’m confused as shit.

“I DIDN’T INVITE ANYONE IN HERE! I DIDN’T ASK FOR A ROOM TOUR! I DIDN’T ASK ANYONE TO LOOK AT MY WORKS! IS NOBODY GOING TO EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW CAUSE I AM CONFUSED AS ANY PIECE OF SHIT WOULD IN THIS SITUATION!!”

“Whoa!” Senri puts his hands up. “Whoa whoa whoa, calm down. This isn’t meant to be as confusing as you think it is.”

“ROBOT BUNNIES.”

That spawns the first ounce of emotion from him that isn’t happiness, confusion. “You don’t have those in the real world? Huh… that is news to me.”

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!” I direct my outburst towards him. “You’re a student! You’re in the same situation as I am! KILL or BE KILLED! How can you be so CALM about all of this?! To the point where you’re casually hanging out with the bunnies with a smile on your face?!?! HUH?!?! ANSWER ME, SENRI!!”

This guy confuses me so much. I thought he was a little strange at first, but he seemed at least friendly and excitable. But I would assume he’d react with dread on the killing game news like a rational person would. Instead he keeps his attitude. Why?!

Just like that, the confusion is gone and returns to a smile. He says, “Sara, there’s a reason why I wanted to talk to you privately. I think you should sit down.”

Without warning and without waiting for an answer, the bunnies tackle me down on the lounge chair. I crash into it, and only then do they get off me. Senri sits on the end table hugging one of his legs, staring down on me.

I don’t know what to expect, but my heart is racing.

“First off, we need to set a very important rule about this.” Senri is serious now. “Consider it another regulation that applies to you: Everything that we’re gonna talk about here is for your ears only. You cannot tell anybody about what I’m going to tell you. Got it?”

“And…” I’m scared. “And if I do?”

Sneri points at the camera gun.

I’m definitely stuck in place now.

“Okay…”

“You asked me about my behavior regarding the killing game, why I’m not scared or shocked or anything. There’s a reason for that…”

He takes off the eyepatch on his face, revealing his other eye.

I expected a scar, or a glass eye, or something normal.

No. It’s a red eye, similar to the bunnies eyes. The eyelashes are made out of blue crystal.

“...I’m the one running the game.”

I can’t breathe.

Did I hear that right?

Senri is…

“I’m responsible for all of this!” He says with a smile, like it’s something to be proud of. “Me and my Monobunnies took over the program, kidnapped all these Ultimates, and organized the killing game. Now we’re running the entire program as the mastermind behind the cameras! Pretty great, right?”

He’s not a bubbly excitable type like I thought… He’s a sociopath.

“To be honest, it’s kind of disappointing you’re also an Ultimate, if you weren’t I certainly wouldn’t have included you in the mix. But killing those evil Ultimates is an all or nothing deal.”

Evil Ultimates?

“No one else in the world was gonna do it, so I took the heroic mantle. No need to thank me for it.” He says as he picks up and pets MonoBunny, who looks pleased at the gesture.

He thinks this is a good thing?!

I hug myself, trying to manage my shaking. Nothing is working. I’m breathing hard again. Everything is blurry and I still have my glasses on.

This guy is the one running this killing game. He casually admitted it to me.

“Y-you’re the one who-who kidnapped me…”

“Correctamundo.” He gives me a smile and a finger gun. “I do apologize that it had to be so confusing, but I couldn’t get you in any other way.”

That’s the least of my problems right now.

What is going on?

Why is this happening?

What does he want with me?

Is he trying to kill me?

Is this-

“Sara.” He gently touches my shoulder to try to get me to snap out of it. “I’m all for good panic attacks, but I do need you to focus.”

I whimper and grip my heart. A cozy lounge chair can never comfort me.

I hear MonoBunny say to Senri, "Master, with all due respect... her? Really? I get she's the writer, but out of all the students with the brain power, the strength, and, well, the basic sanity and confidence, you choose that one.”

“Just… why…?” I ask softly. “Why would you tell me all of this…?”

Not that I would be able to, but for all he knows, I could use this information against him.

So why risk it?

“The rules.” He says. “The two survivors.”

I look up in confusion. “Wh-what about it?”

“The students kill each other, you catch the killers and they get the chain, keep going till there’s only two left.” Senri gives the basic summary. “It’s a matter of who those two are.”

Does he mean…?

“Obviously one of those slots would be myself.” Senri says proudly. “But there’s also the little factor of another survivor. One that would be a dream come true for me to have as that person…”

He points at me.

“But, I can’t guarantee that.” He says once I get the message. He puts MonoBunny down and spins around the table and adjusts his body so he’s hugging both his legs and his side is facing me. “Not if you’re in the same field as the others here. I have the protection of the Monobunnies to keep me from getting killed, but you don’t. Anyone can get the jump on you at any time and you’re dead.”

I kinda get that.

“So what can we do???” He asks himself, giving a fake gasp of an idea. “We could partner up and be masterminds together!”

“Partner up…? With you…?” I stutter. “Y-you mean like a traitor?”

“Traitor?” He hums. “I was gonna call it ‘Self preservation partnership and friendship with your fellow mastermind’, but sure.”

“W-what do I-?”

“You would help me influence the other students here to kill each other.” Senri offers. “With the classes we train them to be killers, but that might not convince them. I would say I would motivate them through the Monobunnies, but honestly, you know more about people than I do. You know what makes them crack.”

No I don’t. I’m one of the most closed off people I know. If that’s the standard, then he must know literally nothing about people.

“But why me?” I ask softly. “Out of everyone, why me?”

Surely he’d pick a more competent traitor than me. The girl in the dragon mask is already scary. The scientist girl would be a smart option. The environment guy is an actual psychic. Hell, I don’t know much about my next door neighbor, but I’m sure he’d be a better option than me. Senri has options. Why pick me?

“You wrote ‘Despair’, right?”

And there’s the answer.

Not that book…

My whole body fills with dread from the implication.

The mastermind of the killing game is a fan of my book. The book I wrote about privileged people slaughter.

“I have been wanting to meet you for so long!” He expresses. “When we finally met, my whole world opened up! And I mean that literally! So really, for being my inspiration, I owe you… the world! I seriously owe you everything!”

I can’t talk. I feel my face going pale.

He pats my shoulder. He clearly sees this differently than I do. "We would be such a great duo! The author and the audience collaborating in the genocide of the privileged to save the world and overthrow all the evils of hope with the power of love, friendship, and despair!!"

He gasps for air. He’s excited about the idea. “I’m just saying, it’s epic! It would be the world!”

This is it. This is my karma. I thought I had my karma, but no. This is where it starts.

He gets serious, making it clear, "Course, you can say no, I can't force you to join.”

“But?” There’s always a but.

“But if you do say no, then you’re on the same playing field as everyone else. And I can’t guarantee you won’t be killed. And you still can’t tell anyone about this, then I’d have to gun you.”

Simple enough.

I sit there and think about this.

If I join Senri and become a traitor amongst the cast, he can protect me from dying in the game. If I don’t take this deal, I’m on my own risking my life like everyone else.

Of course I’d die if I risked it.

Can I even trust him? He’s running the campus. If I say no, he could gun me down anyway. He could be lying.

“Think about it.” Senri adds. “You work for me as the traitor of the class, and me and my Monobunnies protect you long enough for us to be the two survivors of Class B-3.”

That’s it?

“And one more thing!” He makes another part in the deal. “Accept this, and no harm will ever come to the people you love.”

I let out a muted gasp.

He took over the school. He can go after whoever he wants.

My eyes glance at the notebook on the floor, the one of that picture of me and Katie.

Senri notices and asks, “You care about your girlfriend's well being as much as yours, don't you?”

Of course I do.

Katie. My family.

If Senri doesn’t go after them, I can go home after the killing game. I can go back to my normal life like none of this ever happened.

Will he hurt them if I don’t take the deal? Or worse?

He concludes it by saying, “Choice is yours."

He offers me his hand. “Will you be the traitor?”

I hesitate.

I take the deal, and I’m safe. I won’t have to kill. I won’t be killed. I’ll be safe until the game is over and then I can leave. I’ll be protecting all my loved ones. I can go home, returning to my normal life.

I don’t take the deal, and I’m risking my life in a killing game I’ll never win. I’ll be delaying my own death at the hands of another student here.

I want to go home. I want to survive. This is my one shot.

“You’ll protect me.” I want it clear.

“Yep.”

“You won’t hurt my family.”

“Nope.”

“You won’t kill them.”

“No-well, yes, I won’t.”

I take a deep breath.

I take his hand.

Something hot fuels my hand once the shake is done. I let go to see something red glowing on my palm. Then it vanishes in my veins.

What did he do to me?

“You took the deal.” He states. “There’s no turning back.”

I don’t feel any different. It still scares me.

“YES!!!” He lets out all his enthusiasm and jumps on me, wrapping his arms around me. “She said yes, everyone!! We got her!!”

“Yay!!!!” The Monobunnies cheer. Well, except for the main MonoBunny, who has a neutral expression.

“Aw, I’m so excited!!” He’s not hiding that emotion. “I have a BFF! A friend! And it’s the writer of ‘Despair’! This is…. AAAHH I’m sorry!! This is everything to me!!!”

I’m stuck muffled in his hug.

“I-I never had a ‘friend’ before!” He expresses. I wonder why. “This is so much to me! We’re going to run the killing game together! We’re going to be BFF’s behind the cameras doing everything together! This is gonna be awesome!!”

He parts from the hug, which I did not return, and he takes out his E-Handbook. He keeps one arm around me to position me for a selfie.

“Here, here, say ‘Despair BFF’s’!’” He grins and snaps the picture.

I don’t know what my face looks like in that picture, but I guarantee it is not the same happy expression that he has.

I’m a traitor now…

What am I getting myself into?

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#danganronpa #danganronpa fangan #danganronpa fangame #preview #fanganronpa #Danganronpa The Privileged Traitor #casting call #voice acting #animation #artists on tumblr

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Amid growing tensions between the city's LGBTQ+ and Muslim communities, Hamtramck City Council voted unanimously this week to approve a new law to penalize minority and ethnic intimidation, a move that was strongly opposed by ACLU Michigan and queer activists who fear the law will be used to target them.

"The ACLU will be watching very closely" to see if this ordinance punishes activists and protesters, Ramis Wadood, an ACLU attorney, said at the Tuesday council meeting.

The new ordinance sets punishments for anyone found guilty of intimidating or harassing someone "because of that person's race, color, religion, gender, sexual orientation, or national origin," according to the text of the law. The incident also has to involve physical contact, damaging property, placing an object on a vehicle or making threats. The punishment is up to 90 days in jail and a $500 fine.

The Tuesday vote came after an intense debate and heated exchange between the all-Muslim elected leadership and liberal activists, with both sides accusing the other of being intolerant during the nearly four-hour council meeting. A queer activist called for more protests while Hamtramck Mayor Amer Ghalib fired back at some LGBTQ+ advocates, telling them: "You are the one who is causing all this tension, not us. You can't come and threaten us."

Activists are trying "to make it (Hamtramck) look like it's all queer," Ghalib added. "That's not going to happen."

After the council voted in June to ban LGBTQ+ pride flags from being flown on city property, some activists called for a year of protests. They have been placing pride posters, stickers and other symbols in support of their cause on some buildings and walls, including over the posters of some elected officials. Liberal activists fear the new law will be used to fine and jail them for their protests against city officials. They said there has been a spike in vandalism this summer against pride flags and attacks against LGBTQ+ people.

On the other side, some have complained about campaign posters of city councilmen being defaced with queer symbols and a sticker reportedly left on the mayor's car. The Free Press has observed stickers with pro-queer messages placed on some campaign posters. The part of the resolution that referenced targeting vehicles was not included in an earlier version, Wadood noted.

Ghalib, who recommended the new ordinance, said the law is needed to protect both LGBTQ+ people and Muslims from acts of bigotry.

"I denounce any kind of vandalism," Ghalib said. "And this is just one way to express our rejection to this vandalism whether it's to you (LGBTQ+ people) or to others (Muslims). Just a two way street to stop it from both sides."

Ghalib also criticized what he said was a flyer depicting him and calling him a "terrorist," calling it Islamophobic. Former Mayor Karen Majewski said she found the flyer in a trash can recently. It's unclear if there was more than one flyer, or who made the flyer. "You're labeling every Muslim as a terrorist," Ghalib said.

Ghalib has faced criticism for meeting two times in recent weeks with Michael Flynn, a former Trump aide who has previously made remarks seen as anti-Muslim.

"If I disagree with you, you can't call me a bigot or a terrorist," Ghalib said. "You come to warn me about the Republicans ... you're acting worse."

Ghalib appeared to make a reference to some children facing $1,000 fines for recent vandalism. He didn't offer specifics on the case, but suggested police overreacted.

He and Mayor Pro Tem Mohammed Hassan, one of six members of the council, said people who obey the law have nothing to fear from the new law, implying that people opposing the law are the ones committing acts of vandalism. Hassan said LGBTQ+ stickers have been placed on his forehead and mouth on images of him on posters.

"I don't know why some people are worried if you have no intention to keep doing it," Ghalib said. "I'm not worried because I have no intention to do it. Put 10 years in jail (in the ordinance), I don't care, because I'm not going to do it."

LGBTQ+ activist Gracie Cadieux called for continued protests, speaking out against the new ordinance

"We all know why this ordinance exists, because of our response to your flag ban," Cadieux said of the new law. "You brought about every sticker, every poster. Every action that has occurred from the Queer community directed at this council has been by your own design. You guys ... chose to do that on June 13, when I stood up here and I told you, if you chose to brand your hate on civic government we would respond, we would resist, we would protest you."

Before the council members voted to approve the ordinance, she said to them, using an expletive: "If you pass this resolution I am calling upon the queers of Hamtramck to once again paper ... this city with stickers, with protests, with outright dissent to what you're doing."

Wadood, the ACLU attorney, said at the meeting that as a Muslim man with brown skin, he's sensitive to the issue of hate crimes targeting minorities in Hamtramck, but "this ordinance is not the right approach."

Wadood told the Free Press the new law is unnecessary because "there is already a near-identical state ethnic intimidation law and various other property destruction laws on the books. We don’t need multiple laws criminalizing the same conduct thrice over. I understand the need to combat hate and discrimination, but threatening jail time for hateful speech or actions isn’t a thoughtful or effective way to bring the Hamtramck community together."

Moreover, "multiple elected officials took issue with stickers being placed on their cars as an act of protest, and they channeled a personal vendetta into a law that carries criminal penalties," he said. "Not only is that inappropriate, but the law they passed is not even going to prevent or penalize the very conduct they personally took issue with."

Also during the meeting, the city council voted unanimously to remove Majewski from the DDA (Downtown Development Authority) board, accusing her of being divisive and opposing state money for Hamtramck. They also rejected a proposal to use license plate readers to track cars. Wadood of ACLU Michigan praised the council for rejecting the license plate readers, saying they could be abused by law enforcement.

Last week, ACLU Michigan also raised concerns about city council placing some restrictions on public comments.

Ghalib said during the meeting he has been trying to meet with LGBTQ+ activists, but alleges they are demanding he first put a pride flag outside City Hall. He indicated there may an upcoming meeting with some activists.

Link doesn't want to attach and the article is hidden behind a subscription wall, but MSN has the same article with no subscription wall word for word, I checked, so this link should be good for a couple months.

This link

Whole thing feels like a massive 1A violation to me,

#nunyas news

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lizardrosen · 9 months

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To Be Contracted In One Brow of Woe

part one, part two, part three

@cleverclove @moonlarked @paysomeonetopaysomeone @gabriel-shutterson, come get your sad dads!

One Monday Polonius comes into work looking so hunched and pale that Claudius has to do a double take. “Man, you look awful. Still not over that cold that went around last week? Hamlet would have let you call in sick, you know that…”

“No.” His voice is hollow, like a stone dropped in a dark well. “No, I’m not the one who—” He can’t even finish whatever he was going to say.

“…Oh.” It takes him another second to grasp just what those words could mean. “Oh, god.” He’s on his feet before he knows it. “Let’s go to my office. There’s a lock on the door, for privacy, and a liquor cabinet if that’s something you need.”

“Yes to both,” says Polonius with visible relief. His face does something like a smile but far enough from the real thing to make Claudius’s heart twist.

He doesn’t even check if Claudius has fully locked the door before he drops into one of the armchairs and puts his head in his hands. His shoulders begin to shake but he makes so little sound it’s hard to believe he’s sobbing. It is unthinkable that someone as expansive as Polonius could look so small and helpless, and yet his grief is huge.

He reaches out to touch his friend’s back but curls his fingers back because that might be exactly the wrong thing. Instead he reaches for a tumbler and a bottle of the whiskey he knows Polonius favors. For a little bit the room contains only the sounds of glass and ice and another man’s tears. When he looks remotely in a state to answer questions, Claudius clears his throat to get his attention.

“First off, did anyone die? You would have called one of us, right?” He’s struck by a thought that chills his blood. “Polonius. Please tell me you’re not here trying to get work done right after losing someone.” Polonius looks up and it hurts to meet his eyes or his trembling lip, but Claudius doesn’t flinch. “Shit. Sorry. Letting my mouth run away with me.” Normally they take turns helping each other keep it together depending which of them is overreacting, and that’s what makes them such a good team. Right now, with Polonius crying almost too hard to speak, Claudius ought to be the calm force, but he just keeps talking nonsense because otherwise he will fall entirely apart. “Here.” He hands over the glass and Polonius swallows half of it in one go. “Now, what happened?”

“It looked like a cold, or the flu at worst, so everyone stayed home on Friday and got the sleep and fluids we needed… but Saturday night, Caroline just couldn’t stop coughing, couldn’t even catch her breath. It’s an awful reason to wake your children at almost midnight; to tell them you’re taking their mother to the hospital, but I couldn’t just leave them with a neighbor, not if that was the last time…”

Claudius finishes his drink and pours them both another before he finally sits down. “Is she — I mean, what happened?”

“Well, she’s stable for now. They think it’s pneumonia and want to keep her for observation. I’m… I’m scared, Claudius.”

“Who could blame you? I’d be scared too.”

“There’s fluid in my Carro’s lungs, and she was always the best of me.”

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short; I’ve seen you do incredible things.”

“Ah, but you’ve never known me without her. I used to be…” He shakes his head ruefully. “Well, a lot more closed minded than I am now, a lot more set in my ways.”

“Oh really?” he teases. “I can’t imagine you being stubborn and convinced you know the best approach to everything.” He doesn’t know if distraction is the best thing here, but it’s all he can think of right now.

It seems to work because Polonius gives half a chuckle. “No, that’s just about personal conduct and routine, but there were people I didn’t consider people until Caroline got me talking about why I thought that way and I realized I didn’t have a reason. I could have made the world a worse place if she didn’t catch me at just the right point in life. I have that power.”

“Then it’s incredible that you were able to listen and learn how you did. I mean it, don’t sell yourself short, because not everyone can do that.”

“Yes, and not everyone meets the love of their life, someone worth changing for. She… she’s got this lock of hair that always escapes and curves against her cheek, and the most beautiful laugh, and she knows how to follow my thought process — we both know how much skill that takes.” His face crumples again. “But god, oh god, what if I never hear that laugh again? It racks her whole body when she does, and all I want is to make her smile, but I can’t stand to hurt her.”

“Oh, Polonius, I’m so sorry.” He sets down his glass and spreads his arms. “Come here,” he says, and Polonius stumbles into his hug. With his friend’s face pressed into his chest, Claudius feels his own eyes well up, and it becomes hard to tell who’s holding whom.

“It’s going to be okay,” he says as he finally lets go, and he prays he’s telling the truth.

#not more native to the heart #my writing #claudius #polonius #hamlet #shakespeare #ship: thanks dear my lord

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Could I request Momo's S/O trying to hide a sprained ankle from him? She knows about what happened with his soccer history and doesn't want to worry him over it. Of course, I don't want to cause strife and secrets between Re:Vale…but what if Yuki's the first of the two to find out Momo's S/O hurt her ankle? How does Momo react? How does he care for her? If he does at all.

Momo's S/O hiding a sprained ankle from him

A/n: anon this is such a good request your brain is just

.::.

"Please, don't tell him.."

"Sorry but I don't have a good reason not to." Yuki folds his arms.

It does seem like he was being a bit cold to your request, but he was concerned for your wellbeing. Especially since you came all the way to Okazaki Pro to be with Momo while he's on break. Yuki had noticed a slight limp in your walk down the hall and being the gentleman he is, immediately came to your side to help you up.

"I just...its not that big of a deal, y'know? I've got pain meds and ointment, itll be fine in a week." You try to argue.

The idol lets out a sigh that probably dragged more than it should've.

"That's not the point right now. Its that you're actively refusing to tell him. He's gonna think you don't trust him if he ends up finding out on his own." Yuki explains.

A small groan escapes you. You already knew that deep down.

"I'm just...trying not to be a burden, alright? The last time he dealt with a sprained ankle it kinda..changed the trajectory of his life. He might overreact if he finds out I got one." You sigh.

Yuki goes quiet for a moment. Something that told you he knew how you were feeling now.

"He's already got enough to deal with on his plate...adding to it just makes me feel like I'm not helping." You continue, head hanging a little low. "I came here to help keep his morale high while swamped in all this work."

"I get it." His lips slightly purse. "But not telling him is going to hurt him worse than doing so. He worries about you all the time already."

You lift your head up at that.

"Momo's always trying to help someone. While its not always good for him, if he can't help the people he's closest to, he feels useless for some reason." His fist tightens a little. That trait of Momo's gets himself in too much trouble sometimes and Yuki doesn't always appreciate it.

"Just trust me, he wants to take care of you...probably more than you think if he gets you all to himself" He remarks bluntly.

An eyebrow quirks at that last part, but you stand up straight, nodding in acknowledgment to his points.

A door nearby in the hall opens. "Are you guys okay out here?" A familiar voice asks, peeking his head out.

You almost curse at how this probably looks. You and Yuki looked rather somber having this conversation in the corner of the hall so of course Momo immediately discerns there's some distress going on.

"Oh, we're fine. I was just about to go get a drink by the vending machine, I'm getting (Y/N) one too." Yuki turns to him, a charming gleam in his eye with no hint of a lie whatsoever.

Before Momo could respond, he's always heading down the hall in the opposite direction, purposely leaving the two of you alone.

You knew he was doing you a favor but somehow it felt facetious. You and your boyfriend stare at each other after he's gone.

:::

Just as Yuki predicted, Momo was immediately concerned when you tell him about it. He asked the obvious incoming questions such as 'how did it happen' and 'how long has it been' and 'have you seen a doctor already' to which you come clean about everything.

Whatever dressing room you were in becomes the '(Y/N) Care Center' as he goes so far as moving everything (including the couch) around and propping your foot up on a pillow so you could reach 'max comfort and happiness levels' in this state.

It was sweet to witness and he won't stop reminding you you're not being a burden by telling him you're in pain, giving you all his attention and affection, cuddling close to you on the couch.

"Don't get me wrong, it was nice that you were thinking about how I felt, but just because I had the same injury that ruined my soccer stuff back then doesn't mean I wouldn't care to help you heal yours." His head rests tilted against yours. "If anything I wanna make sure you get proper treatment so you can get better and be at 100% again." Turning towards your face, he gives you one of those wide smiles you adore.

"Yeah..thanks Momo, I love you.." You place a kiss on his jaw.

"Love you more!" He kisses back. "...is Yuki coming back with the drinks or did he ditch us-"

You shrug.

#idolish7 #idolish7 x reader #ainana #idolish7 headcanons #idolish seven #i7 #re:vale #idolish7 momo #momo x reader #momose sunohara #momo

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Story Idea

Due to a combination of watching Unwanted Undead Adventurer, an influx of period drama webcomics (My In-laws Are Obsessed With Me, Remarried Empress, The Duke Changes Every Night), and some reoccurring tropes I have yet to see subverted, a cluster of errant brain cells decided to have this sit in the back of my head recently, so I'm posting this here before it has a chance to collect dust.

To begin, this idea takes place in a high fantasy setting, similar level to fantasy Iseki. It starts in a newly established town in a recently acquired territory. It has a Mayor, but the general populace agrees that they're just a bureaucratic figurehead for the real rulers of this large and busy backwater territory. A very rich and somewhat powerful family that technically own the land and have Feudal Lord Status (I don't want to make them immediately a Dukedom for reasons explained in a min). The Mayor runs the infrastructure and the family brings in the money to support the town, sponsoring businesses, owners, and buildings alike. One in question is the Adventurer's Guild.

The Guild is run by a woman (Lets label her as FL for now). She's half? Quarter? Dwarf and was an adventurer for many years thanks to her mixed lineage (basically older than she looks while being well preserved) After a harrowing experience and recovered from a non-fatal injury, FL decided to slow things down and work at a Guild. After rising from desk clerk to Management, she gained employment at a newly constructed Guild in a distant land. Most of her days are spent shuffling paper and discussing policies with important people, occasionally broken up with quality inspection checks and introducing adventurers with each other.

Eventually rumors are being spread about a bill that might be passed soon that, to the common folk it sounds good, but could spell disaster for her adventuring friends and colleagues in the long run. FL attempts to quash peoples fears while also lightly and indirectly insults the ruling family. This discussion gets maliciously twisted and sent up the grapevine to the Feudal Family's ears, causing them to respond with a letter stating that FL is to remove herself from her position soon or she will be removed forcefully. Seeing this as an overreaction, she books a meeting with the ruling family to smooth matters over.

She gets there and they make her wait for almost two hours, stating that they are waiting for all family members to arrive before they can discuss things. To make matters worse, in walks the male love interest (ML for now and, I don't know why, but I picture him entering through a second floor balcony for reasons I guess) Agitated and appalled at this behavior, assuming that someone that crazy couldn't be apart of the royal family, FL practically rips into her eventual love interest and tells him how stupid and ridiculous this family is, not knowing he is really the prince, heir to the title of the land. The butler comes in and upon seeing the prince, announces that he has found everyone and the meeting can begin.

FL, in the beginning, can't focus on the meeting to save her life, let alone her career, especially with the prince sitting within line of sight and giving the most intensely neutral expression. Eventually, she gets her act together, saves her job and convinces the family to talk to the Mayor about the bill while proposing some minor changes to its wording. After everyone leaves, the prince walks behind everyone so he can have a private conversation with FL. ML asks if having that meetings' resolution go her way did anything to change her mind about how she see the Lordship and his family. Misinterpreting mirth for veiled venom, Ml responds dramatically with,

"No, I said what I said. Yes, they did eventually listen to reason, but don't forget that this all started by and overreaction to a silly rumor that could of been avoided had someone sent a representative to talk about things. If this response displeases you so greatly as to causes you to talk your family through with their previous threat and dethrone me then you are only proving me right. And as you attempt to drown my words of supposed insolence and rebellion with crates of fine wine and expensive furs, then I pray that this conversation still reaches your ears on occasion and remind you that, statistically, I'm not the only one in this town to feel opposed to this family's existence, but I maybe the first to not recant my opinion under threat." FL leaves him behind as ML only looks at her walking away, smiling suspiciously.

This kick-starts a series of events that unintentionally cause these two to fall in love with each other, exponentially gain power and status slowly through various circumstances , and in the process, realize that their love language is being petty with each other.

Personally, I like to imagine that it starts with ML hiring professional transcribers to write out a hundred letters a day, all saying MARRY ME in fancy lettering and delivers them to the Guilds main office in batches. Only for FL to gather them all, take them to the emergency watchtower (that can be seen from everywhere) and use them as fuel for a large signal fire and uses it to spell NO in smoke signal. This only causes ML to come down to the Guild and register as an adventurer. To make matters worse, he's naturally gifted with a sword and has a confirmed high mana count and powerful spellcasting abilities, which technically make him a high priority adventurer. Irritated but not one to back down from a challenge, FL decides that if he wants to be an adventurer so badly, then he should get private lessons from a once prominent veteran explorer. Her Druid like spellcasting may be considered low tier and basic, but she can (and will) use them to make his informative ventures a living hell. Obviously this caused them to bond, something comes up in a diplomatic sense that he needs a wife like figure for. She gets bribed into taking the role...badda bing, badda boom, they're married for real, have three kids and are king and queen of their own country.

Really, my brain set out to make this to subvert two tropes? that I've noticed.

Guild Masters in media tend to be male

2. Most, if not all, of female lead protagonists in period drama translated from korean/chinese/other are all tall-ish, thin women with long, light hair or black.

No brown hair, no short women, definitely no plus sized. Also minimal permanent glasses wearers. Which I find to be disappointing not because I want to inject diversity, but because short, chunky brunette glasses wearers are an underrated and untapped variety of waifu and that should be fixed. Also how many MAIN characters can you name that are Guild Masters. Untapped job description that could easily add political drama. And owned by a woman? Triple S tier rare my friend.

So yeah. I have other things I'm working on and I don't know if I'll ever be dedicated enough or be a good enough of a writer to make a fantasy political romance thriller. Romance I can do, its the politics I would have a problem with. That and I have NO idea how one would go about asking an artist if they would like to collab with a no experience writer who is kinda flaky on publishing times and personal motivation. So, yeah. If you or someone you know would like this idea and thinks they could really make some magic, show them this. Fanart, short story, actual publication, doesn't matter. I promise I'm not going to show up three years later and be like " Um ACTUALLY YOU STOLE THIS IDEA FROM ME AND I WOULD LIKE COMPENSATION!!!" Seriously, scouts honor, I verify as NOT an asshole. Do something with this or not, don't care.

Really... I'll just be happy to see people talking to me and adding on cute scenarios onto this and we all just share having a collective interest in this silly, long winded idea that I put out here for others creative liberties.

#romance #writeblr #writing #webcomic #idea #original story #optional group participation

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mjlovescm · 2 years

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11- Cracked mirrors

Completed, 30 chapters, “Grey” Fezco O’Neill x black fem reader

Trigger warning: Mentions of abuse and Maddy being chocked by Nate.

You weren't sure what was worse, the fact that you and Rue couldn't find Gia or the fact that you missed Rue’s many calls because you were busy fogging up Fezco’s car. Regardless, right now your little sister was nowhere to be seen, not answering her phone and had to be home by ten. As if tonight wasn't eventful enough, you hadn't seen anything yet.

While Jules and Rue walked around yelling Gia's name, you hung around the rides you knew she liked and waited until the riders came out and searched for Gia. Which is how you found yourself at the carousel, watching along with many other people as Cassie rode the horse. Literally.

Fuck, you were never gonna take molly. Being her friend and just a good person, you wanted to warn her somehow, but there was no way for you to stop the ride. And if you yelled her name, you'd be taking the last bit of dignity she had by telling the others watching who she was. Not being able to watch any longer, you forced yourself to walk away and continue looking for Gia. Truthfully you had no idea where to go next, you managed to find yourself around trailer home's and porta potty. Soon you heard a familiar giggle and some type of arguing.

“Calling my mom a cunt. What the fuck is actually wrong with your fucking brains?”

It was Nate.

“I think you're overreacting.”

And Maddy. You hadn't realized what was really going on until Maddy was pushed against on the trailers with a thud and Nate’s hand was around her neck. Chocking her.

“You're fucking dead to me. Fuck you.”

It only lasted a minute, maybe even less. But you still, you stood there in horror, frozen by what you say. Incapable of moving, you felt painfully numb, unable to breath or pull yourself out of this sudden feeling of being stuck. They continued to talk, Maddy bought up the pictures that she saw on Nate’s phone. The ring of your phone pulled your mind out of this blur, and quickly you picked it up. Not wanting to be seen or heard by Maddie or Nate. It was Rue telling shed found Gia and that you all needed to leave now. Your feet started to move, and eventually you'd caught to your sisters.

The walk home was quiet. Sure, Gia and Rue talked, but you just focused your energy on walking and breathing. Ignoring, or at least trying to ignore, the replay of Maddy wheezing as Nate chocked her. It played over and over on an unstoppable loop, and it made you sick. Seeing her like that, all those things you'd been trying to repress all came to surface and the moment you were alone at home you burst into tears. Silence the sound of your sobs by crying into the teddy bear Fezco had won you just a while ago.

Now, what had happened was that morning, Maddy went to school. And Maddy’s first class was intro to Calc in room 202, which unfortunately was in the upper left wing of the school. Now, if it was a normal day, Maddy would have just take off her hoodie. But since Nate chocked her, Maddy woke up three hours early, applied more concealer than a burn victim, and tried her best to cover up. To compound the problem, she also suffered from a drop in serotonin from the Molly she took at the carnival, got depressed, and therefore hadn't had anything to eat or drink the entire weekend. Plus, she actually was on her period.

Ready to leave class in defeat, sure you bombed another calculus test, you went to wake Maddy, who you thought had just fallen asleep during the test. But just like the carnival, everything happened so fast. And soon there were paramedics and police officers, and you were being questioned by principal Hayes about your best friend's relationship.

Truthfully, you could understand where Maddy was coming from. You spent months hiding bruises with makeup and bullshit stories about being clumsy. There was a thick air of shame around it along with guilt, pity, and frustration. You didn't tell anyone what you saw, the same way you didn’t tell anyone how the same thing happened to you. It was far too complex for to explain or reason even to yourself. You just couldn’t do that to Maddy, even though it was probably the right thing to do.

Although it was hard and frankly triggering to watch Maddy be silent and defend Nate with her every breath, you stood by her. Mean mugging, all the lingering eyes that set and stared at her in school. And letting her come over after her and her parents, mostly mom argued.

She said your name in a sob. “I need to come over, like, right now.” She begged.

And a few minutes later, a distraught Maddy was moping in your bed. Still in the same close you saw her in a few days ago. Neither of you said anything because there wasn't anything to say. She’d heard enough from her parents, the people at the police station and those frankly gut-wrenching videos at school. All she needed, all she wanted, was comfort. To know that someone who she cared about was on her side. And you were. You’d always be there for her, and she had always been there for you.

“I fucking love you.” She whispers.

“I love you too.” You tell her as slow tears fall from your eyes. “I always will.”

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weabooweedwitch · 1 year

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I say this as someone who's followed you for years and with as much kindness as possible:

Get the fuck away from your mother. Ditch her fuckin ass. She's repeatedly making things worse and refuses to learn. You need to get away from her, for your own good.

I know I might be repeating what other people have said, or even what you have thought of doing, but holy shit this bitch is actively ruining your life through sheer stupidity.

I hope things get better

I feel bad that people have to keep giving me this kind of advice because I realize it's the most obvious answer, and there are multiple reasons separating from my mother would be good for us both. I feel bad that i keep sharing all these worrying stories and worrying people and then at the end of the day, I'm way too scared to actually try and fix things. I just worry so much about not being able to take care of myself, not being able to drive, what if I go somewhere and it's harder if not impossible for me to get to work, just. I worry about everything. Honestly the thing that worries me the most is keeping my job or not being able to transfer if I went somewhere else. My wage is currently $19 an hour, my 58 yo mom was making $22, so like, I'm helping hold it all together with rent BECAUSE of that income. I'm so scared of losing that.

I've had people ask if there's any family I can go to and the only possible option would be maybe my father who is in another state, I cannot remember if it is in Illinois or Missouri (ugh, they may have passed recreational weed but thats the only good thing thats came outta thar state in like the last 2 decades). And I don't know if that would be good either. But it's an option I'm beginning to consider. But I am sort of still in the reconnecting process with my dad and we've butted heads a few times and he also has his own physical and emotional issues. Actually I think he is where I inherited a lot of mental illness from because he also has an anxiety disorder and we are almost positive he has equinus like me. He also has developed type 2 diabetes and I am really bad with sugar impulse control, what if I hurt my dad because I can't stop bringing sweets into the house and he eats them too 🥺

It just. Personally makes me hate myself to even think of "hiya pops, we've barely spoken in the last 10 years, I've been really ahitty about talking to you consistently since we've said hi again and lost my temper with you a few times, hey I know you're on a fixed income and out of a job right now (or was, maybe he has one now, we've spoken so little idk) but is it OK if I come live in your house as a whiny codependent barely functioning weed addict of an adult?" 😅

But yeah I just. This is really. It just never ends. I keep fighting myself and beating myself up on "who's right, am I right, am I wrong, am I overreacting, whats going on, what do I do, someone tell me what to do because I'm too stupid to do things right" and it's just. I also still love my mother even if that love is being increasingly mixed with resentment. I worry about her ability to take care of herself because her health is getting worse and, like, I worry about her mentally a lot. Like this tooth infection she has, is because she doesn't have the best dental hygiene, and had fillings and such, and even after needing fillings still takes shit care of her teeth, and was putting off getting like broken teeth and such taken care of, and, they're now having to pull SEVEN of her back teeth. She'll need dentures to eat certain foods now. And I'm not better, I basically stopped brushing my teeth for many years because I literally expected to be dead before they rotted out of my mouth and now I'm scrambling to adopt that routine again, and also like.

Sorry but my mom and a dentist literally lied to me when i was a little girl and said i had several cavities because they thought i would be scared into brushing my teeth and all that did was convince me everything was pointless and needed to give up since it was already damaged, and she refuses to apologize or even acknowledge how that literally helped me develop a complex and felt helpless when SHE LIED TO ME, A CHILD, HER CHILD (and also i think my difficulty keeping routines is a combination just needing to apply myself and having adhd issue because like, I've been pretty good with my skincare at least)

I just. I love her but I hate her. If I'm not careful to keep myself calm I'm going to escalate to the physical level. And to be honest I've had the opinion for many years that, all those times my mom told extremely age inappropriate stories to little tiny baby Miranda about her experiences with assault and domestic violence, even as a kid I would think, "well you like don't listen, you shut people down, you insist youre always right, I want to hit you all the time too, maybe it wasn't them but maybe you got yourself hit by constantly pushing everyone around you to their breaking point" like clearly that's not a healthy thought to have and I. I am kind of convinced at this point that almost every single bad thing that had ever happened to this woman was her own fault in some way shape or form. But you could also say that about me

What's scary is that I can't even think of going anywhere without having savings first and I'm constantly being pushed to my limits to the point I don't HAVE any savings, it's all getting sucked up. I dunno how else I can get out of this pit and I'm just, mentally worn down from any entire life of this. I feel useless and exploited at home and then I go to work and feel useless and exploited at work and by society. Like. Life feels so bleak. My Canadian friend is getting in worse health. I still have a lot of affection for him but he's also uh done and said a few things I really disagree with on personal levels and it, gives me some pause, like. I genuinely am so sad all the time. I need to go back to the psychiatrist to get some medicines again but, I am working and making enough money that after my state insurance expires in October, I'll have to go through my work, and that doesn't 100% cover everything so, j wouldn't be able to afford anything at that point

Just. Ugh. I try to write down my thoughts and listen to music and try to write on my other blog to cheer myself up but I just. What can you do right. What am I good for. What is anyone good for. What is this world itself good for. Our entire species is gonna go extinct with climate change anyways. Why should I keep struggling and suffering like this when it's. Idk. Arguably all for nothing. We'll all be nothing more than just dogs following commands and paying bills until we die

#im just very. im on autopilot. i cant think about hurting myself because the desire is there #and i dont want to think about it to the point i do it #i just keep trying to redirect my thoughts and distract myself #but this sucks. everything sucks. my country sucks. my species sucks. my planet sucks. my skin. my hair. my body. my voice. my age #my arms my legs my eyes my ears my heart my soul my hopes my dreams it all fucking sucks #i just have to keep drinking or smoking and playing phone games until the bad thoughts go away

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