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writtenbynightlock · 3 years

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Hey,, I’m kinda new to requesting so I hope I’m doing it right🤠,, um but n e ways- could you do something like the reader has an obvious crush on oikawa, so like reader is always following him and confessing every two seconds like “yeah I still like you😎.” But like oikawa is always rejecting readers advances. However, reader just keeps going and not giving up and determined to get him to like her- but one day oikawa says something rude and readers like “well shit fine👩‍🦯” and just leaves him alone,, and at first he was happy that reader isn’t bothering him but he lowkey misses them and then he sees reader doing the same thing they did with him but with someone else (you can chose the character) and so he starts to get jealous because“you wanted him first.” And yeah angst but with happy ending if that’s cool?? Sorry it’s long- you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. :)) Love your writing as well! 😌💅🏼

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ft. oikawa tooru

genre: angst, fluff

Note: Requests are open 💌

A/N: hi! I really find this request really exciting and fun to write because i really find Oikawa’s personality quite childish and stubborn but he’s adorable for it. Thank you for this ♥️ sorry for the long wait though. I’ve been really busy with school works. Distance learning is hard :(

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Oikawa Tooru.

A man full of wit and charm. His dark, chocolate-brown hair and eyes could make anyone melt with just a gaze --- with his smiles and winks that makes girls surround him in an instant. His flirtatious nature makes him popular among females.

Apparently, you were one of them. What makes you different from the others was your boldness. You weren’t ashamed of showing your fondness towards the volleyball captain/setter of the boy’s volleyball team. In fact, whenever you get the opportunity to run into him at school, you would always greet him with a big and sincere smile on your face. In the library. In the cafeteria. In the campus field. You would never miss the opportunity to tell him that you admire him and how great he is in volleyball.

“Oikawa-san! Best of luck in practice today. I know you’ll do great.”

You say cheerfully as you happen to run into him in the lockers. The setter jumped by your sudden presence but he regains his composure and forces a smile, giving you a wave.

“Oh, (Y-N)-chan. Are you heading home?”

“Yup I am.”

“Okay have a safe walk back home.”

“You too!” you say, a lovesick smile on your face as he wished for your safety, feeling all giddy inside and feeling the your face heating up — totally fallen over heels of Oikawa Tooru’s charms.

Before walking away, you winked at Oikawa --- a teasing smile on your face, “i still like you, you know.”

Your sudden boldness sometimes makes Oikawa flustered. He doesn’t like it. It was supposed to be the whole other way around. Turning away from each other, you went towards the exit of the school campus while Oikawa was heading towards the gym, an annoyed scoff escaped his lips as you were finally nowhere in sight.

“Oi. What’s wrong with your face?” asks the Aoba Johsai ace, seeing his bestfriend having an irritated look on his face with his eyebrows furrowed and a pout forming on his lips.

“She’s so annoying, Iwa-chan!”

“Who?”

“(Y/N)!”

“Really? Cause’ to me, you like getting the attention.”

“That was before. Now, it’s getting really annoying!”

“What did she say to you this time?”

“She confessed to me yet again and wished me good luck in practice.”

“Yeah she’s real annoying~” says Iwaizumi sarcastically, slapping Oikawa’s back with an annoyed huff.

“Ow, Iwa-chan! Why did you hit me?!”

“Because you’re an idiot!”

It was just a normal school day, minding your own business while heading to the library to study for a test.

As you were busy scanning your notebook, you suddenly bumped into someone, making you drop your notebook and stop in your tracks. As you look up, you see Oikawa who crinkled his nose and pursed his lips as he saw you.

“Oikawa-san! I’m so sorry.”

“Try to pay attention next time!”

Your eyes widen, a bit taken aback by his tone towards you. Usually, Oikawa would address you in his sweet tone but today just seemed different. You are aware that what you’re doing is quite annoying but you just can’t help it. You like the guy too much.

“Are you okay, Oikawa-san? Did i hurt you somewhere?” You say as you worriedly look at his figure, wondering if you hit him.

“Could you just stop following me everywhere?! You are so annoying! I am never going to date you! It’s bad enough that there are girls following me like a bunch of lovesick puppies. Don’t even add to it!” says Oikawa with a glare straight into your eyes that sent shivers to your spine --- somehow a bit threatened and scared. You somehow stay glued to your spot — your mind processing to what just happened.

“Aren’t you gonna say something?!” says Oikawa, giving you a look of anticipation. With a sigh, you look up at him and sent him the same level of intensity in your gaze.

“How do you expect me to reply to that right away?! You want to play it that way? Fine! First of all, I don’t follow you everywhere. We practically go to the same school! There’s a huge possibility of us bumping into each other. Second, i'm sorry if you find me really annoying but I just can’t help it! Is it so wrong to acknowledge your presence?! Even though I know for a fact that you won’t date me, I just at least wanted for us to be friends.”

Oikawa stares at you while clenching his jaw when he saw your eyes getting watery. He never meant for you to cry. He never wanted for a girl to cry.

“But since you told me your feelings, I’ll not bother you anymore. Goodbye.”

You say with so much anger in your chest. It was all too sudden. It hurt. It definitely hurt. Maybe it was time for you to move on. You’ll never ever capture the heart of your long time crush, Oikawa Tooru.

Few weeks has passed ever since the incident happened between you and Oikawa. You try not to let his chocolate brown eyes fill in your mind with his sweet smiles that could just make anyone’s day.

A guy from your year has taken an interest in you for a while now and seeing how you were not catching Oikawa’s attention anymore, he took this as an opportunity to ask you out.

You said yes but not for the motive of returning his feelings. You just said yes because there was no harm in it and you want to know him more --- taking this as a chance to fully move on from Oikawa. Everywhere you go, the guy is always with you. It was not that bad hanging out with him. He knows to keep your conversations alive.

Oikawa Tooru has been having a blast with the first couple of days, finally free but as days pass by, he felt a little empty. On a random practice session, Oikawa seem to aggressively serve the ball than usual, making Iwaizumi raise his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong with you now?”

Silence.

“Whatever. Practice is over, shittykawa. Help me clean up.”

With a huff, Oikawa stopped and picked up the balls and folded the net while Iwaizumi mops the floor, along with Matsukawa and Hanamaki.

As Matsukawa and Hanamaki look at each other as Oikawa seemed to have a troubled look on his face, the two of them gave each other knowing looks

“Hey. You remember that girl, (L/N), right?”

“Oh yeah the cute one in our year?”

“What about her?” asks Iwaizumi who caught on the set up while Oikawa froze in his spot with the net folded in his arms, not facing them but listening closely to their conversation.

“Did you know she got asked out by that soccer player? Heard he’s the most popular athlete in the prefecture.”

Oikawa scoffs as if he heard the world’s funniest joke ever.

“What’s that, Oikawa?”

“Soccer players my ass. All they do is kick balls!”

“Yeah? Well we slap em’ hard!”

Iwaizumi, Hanamaki and Matsukawa laughs at their captain, giving each other knowing looks. Oikawa, all angry and felt like the world was against him, grabs his gym bag before heading to the showers to cool off. He misses your presence. It was weird because who would’ve thought your advances would make Oikawa Tooru crave more for it.

Too angry at his friends, Oikawa decided to go home alone, his eyes set on the skies painted with orange as the sun sets. His gaze suddenly lands on your figure as you were walking all alone in the streets --- the way you innocently made tiny skips in your step.

Wanting some answers, Oikawa ran towards you and grabs you by the arm, making you shout and hit him in the head with your school bag --- thinking that it was a kidnapper or snatcher.

“Ow! That hurt!”

“Oikawa?!”

Your eyes widen as the person in front of you was the one you tried avoiding and moving on from these past few weeks. Oikawa held his head as he rubbed the spot you hit him.

“Does it hurt that bad?” you ask with a worried tone as you walk up towards him and examined his head, patting it softly making Oikawa quickly jerk away from you, a surprised expression on his face with his face beet red.

“Yes it hurts real bad, (Y/N)-chan”

Oikawa didn’t know what went through him as he coos at you, wanting to be taken care of by you.

Letting out a sigh, you gently tug on Oikawa’s jacket before gesturing to the convenience store nearby.

“Come with me. I’ll buy you an ice pack” you say before leading the way, with Oikawa following you.

Paying the cashier, you went outside and sat down beside Oikawa, giving him the ice pack to which he thanked you for before silence ensues the both of you --- awkwardness filling in the air.

“I’m sorry, Oikawa. You could’ve just called my name. I thought you were a snatcher for goodness sake.”

“I was just--- pulling you away from the sidewalk. A car almost hit you!”

Blinking a few times, you stared at the setter who just wanted to be swallowed whole by the ground --- too embarrassed.

“Oikawa, there were no cars passing by.”

The sudden sound of the ice pack getting smashed on the table and the feeling of his icy cold hands on yours made you shudder and squeal in your seat. Oikawa looked at you in the eyes that was just so different from before that made your heart skip a beat and turn your face as red as a tomato.

“Why are you hanging out with that soccer player, (Y/N)-chan?!”

“Um, because he asked me out and i said yes?”

“Do you even like him?”

“Well, i mean he’s not bad to hang out with-”

“But you wanted me first!”

The two of you froze in your spot. Oikawa couldn’t believe he just said that. It made him sound so desperate. You couldn’t believe what he just said. You were so confused but it didn’t fail to make your heart to beat loudly in your chest.

“W-what do you mean, Oikawa?”

Oikawa closed his eyes shut before tightening his hold on your hand, “say it, (Y/N)-chan.”

“Oikawa, I don’t understand-”

“Do you still like me, (Y/N)-chan? I miss it --- so much.”

Your eyes widened and saw Oikawa’s eyes getting watery. Alarmed, you quickly let go of his hands and cupped his face, caressing his cheeks.

“You miss the attention I give you? You know I meant every word when I said I like you, Oikawa. You’re really making this difficult for me.”

“I miss you, (Y/N)-chan.”

You can’t believe what’s currently happening. You felt like you were on cloud nine.

“Does this mean that-”

“Yes! I like you, (Y/N)-chan. Leave that soccer bastard and be with me.”

Caressing his cheek, you wipe a few tears away before giving him a soft smile.

“That soccer dude and I were never really official, Oikawa. Don’t cry, please.”

Before you could even grab a tissue from your bag, Oikawa wrapped his arms around you and hugged your figure, burying his face on your neck.

“I still like you too, Oikawa.”

Funny how things seem to take a turn when you were usually the one who would make a move first but this time, it was Oikawa with genuine returned feelings.

“Good. You’re mine.”

As Oikawa slightly pulled away, Oikawa kisses your forehead before resting his chin on the top of your head, rubbing your back that sent millions of butterflies to your stomach.

“I’ve got practice tomorrow. Make sure to watch me, princess.”

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starlight-vixen-emiko · 3 years

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WIP Wednesday 7/21/2021

Hey lovebugs! I hope all of you are having a wonderful middle of the week.

So after I finally finished Wedding Roses I have been running around in circles trying to figure out which project I should work on next.

Then I stumbled upon this unfinished fanfic from 2020. So I guess unfinished fanfics from 2020 are a good start...

Just to note, this is my first Chat Noir salt. Nothing huge just Marinette getting annoyed of Chat Noir and his inappropriate flirting during hero work and making it clear that Marinette just isn’t interested.

Really, character bashing usually isn’t my thing, even if I dislike a character a lot in the canon. Really in a majority of my fanfics Adrien is a decent guy and is best friends with Luka...Just like I like it.

But honestly if you aren’t interested in slight Chat Noir bashing then please, visit a different fanfic, I want to write what I want.

So without further ado...

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Marinette was finally at her wit's end! Chat Noir's constant flirting during hero duty kept on giving her reasons why she just wasn't interested in him.

While battling a giant venus fly trap Chat was determined to prove how cool he was when she urged him to be more serious than cool distracting the fly trap.

Ladybug ended up being the big hero of the day while she tied her yo-yo around the fly trap when Chat Noir goofed up and got himself eaten.

When the fly trap finally spit him out his red rose fell on the ground. And when Ladybug got knocked back by the giant fly trap she accidently squished the red rose with her foot.

Looking back that was a bit amusing. She was starting to hate red roses and felt like they represented obsession love.

Chat may have helped Ladybug with the final attack by making the right catacalysm at the right time but at this point Ladybug just wasn't impressed!

She never would be.

It was still her lucky charm that saved the day. She wondered if she would've handled just fine by herself because she was annoyed.

If fate forced her and Chat Noir to be partners then she didn't like it.

Ladybug's earrings beeped and she was about to turn around and leave without so much as a goodbye.

"Wait M'lady!" Chat Noir cried, there seemed to be some genuine regret in his deep green eyes, as if he finally had an inkling of understanding.

But sometimes you realize something too late but you'll have no choice but to let the other person be.

"Maybe you should be more serious about the fate of Paris Chat Noir," Ladybug said as she twirled her yo-yo around and swung away.

She realized she felt more at ease finally being done with the akuma of the week.

But when marinette was finally alone in the garden she felt so much anger still inside her.

Chat Noir flaunting at her and it made her want to roll her eyes to the back of her head. Him saying they are a couple when they weren't! He didn't put her feelings under consideration.

And not to mention him making light of being a superhero when she took her calling seriously. How is that a true love relationship?

Marinette had to get her anger out somehow. And she couldn't tell anyone about her relationship with Chat Noir so she got out her easel and canvas and started painting with passionate fury with scarlet red and amber orange.

It may have been more sadistic than she usually was but she was painting a picture of a rose burning in fire. Not something painters in Paris usually make when sitting by the garden.

When she finished she gave a bit of a triumphant smirk because Chat Noir's toothy grin appeared in her mind and she sighed while clutching her paintbrush.

"Marinette?"

A familiar gentle voice that sounded like a melody caused her heart to jump, but in a good way.

"Luka!" Marinette cried. She tried to compose herself of her angry face. She didn't want her sweet guitarist friend to think she was angry at him.

But if anything his gentle voice and soft ocean eyes made her feel something, maybe a bit better.

He had a small smile on his face as he seemed happy to see her but his ocean eyes swam with a little concern.

Before they could say anything Marinette's eyes widened when she saw a bunch of flowers attached to Luka's bike.

"Luka! The flowers!......They're beautiful!" Marinette cried.

Luka turned to the flowers and picked up a lily for a moment. "Mylene had all these extra flowers and she told me to make use of them."

Marinette sat down on the bench, not realizing the smile that formed on her face. Luka still looked a bit concerned though.

"Marinette, are you alright?" Luka asked.

A bit of panic went through Marinette as she tried to scramble for an excuse to not blow her superhero life.

"Oh," Marinette paused as she mentally pushed herself to say something. "Just life is all...Lots of things that make me wanna burst in anger."

Close enough…

It was sweet how Luka showed sorrow for her struggles but Marinette felt she should probably ask him to leave and hide her painting.

Not that she wanted him to.

"Can I sit with you?" Luka asked.

God Marinette was in a bind, she was about to give a haste no in response but then she saw his bike filled with flowers and his guitar and felt he could use a break.

"Sure Luka, I would like that."

God, this was a bad time to wear her heart on her sleeve showing his adoration for the kind hearted punk boy.

Luka gently rested his bike on the end of the bench and sat his guitar on his lap. His eyes widened at the sight of her vent painting though.

"Wow Marinette! This painting is amazing!" Luka cried.

Any more sweet compliments from Luka and she was going to surely lose her mind.

"Oh...It's not my best work really!" Marinette insisted.

Luka smiled and started playing some chords on his guitar. "You inspired me."

Luka's beautiful music filled her ears and she couldn't help but close her eyes and be still for a moment. His song was healing and diminished any flashes of memory of a certain black cat.

Author’s Note: Yeah! Telling it as it is! Marinette has a big fat crush on Luka! Not Chat!

So anyways...I may just finish this fanfic today, just bear with me.

See you lovebugs then! This is Emiko Gale signing out!

#wip wednesday #my writing #my fanfiction #pro lukamari #lukanette #anti ladynoir #chat noir salt #let Marinette be righteously angry!

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snowydaffodils · 3 years

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Flustered

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A Yoon Jeonghan fluff, prompt, how you met, how you (hinted) eventually dated, where you're an actress and he's the other lead actor. Enjoy your new years! 🎉

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Yoon Jeonghan is very rarely flustered. If anything, he's usually the cause of all the flustering - twelve boys can back you up on that. He'd make fun of your height, poke your cheeks, comment cutesy compliments as you work together, flirt playfully, and make fun of how stupid your character sounds.

Indeed, you accepted this role fully aware of the awfully pure and slow-witted character the scriptwriter had written down. Throughout your years in acting, even if this was your very first lead role, you had never gone easy on the rest of the roles you had received. You live and understand them, think like them, and every single character you've performed have now become a part of you. But of course, the closest character to you now is this easily distracted girl who just blushes all the time.

So for the course of eight months, you've acted with all your might, and this is the you that Jeonghan knew. You weren't exactly innocent and slow-witted just like the character, but a bit of the character influenced your own personal traits. The fun to tease, cute, and adorably likable girl. Just like you, it was his first lead role in a drama, and the first one in Seventeen to land on one, too, even if he wasn't the first one to be in one. He had curiously accepted a side role before, right after his military release, and just as the group were exploring their own careers whilst waiting to reunite again as a whole. That side role, with the help of his previous acting lessons, drowned him into the world of acting once more, and he fell in love with the art of the screen more than he ever did before.

Your first impression on him during the first cast meeting was that he looked heavenly. It was like his cheekbones were sculpted to perfection and no one could tell you otherwise. You were incredibly starstruck and in awe that you stuttered in making your first introductions. It didn't help that he was smooth with his words, too, making you sound incredibly nervous as opposed to him.

"Hi, I'm Jeonghan from Seventeen, and I'll be taking the lead role in this drama. Please take care of me."

"Hi, I'm play, uh, playing the lead gull, I mean g-girl."

Had he smiled politely and continued the conversation like nothing had happened, maybe you wouldn't have been too embarrassed, but also maybe you wouldn't have let your guards down to know and befriend him personally. Instead, he had laughed at you with all the stomach power he had. He never lets you forget that you stuttered so badly as you introduced yourself for the first time the entire day. He even made his own reasons (you wouldn't admit them, but they couldn't have been more true) as to why you stuttered.

"Nervous? I'm super charming, aren't I?" his ego is surely out of bounds as he said that, a smirk donning his lips. "I know, I'm surprised at myself, too sometimes."

You hit him on the arm, your cheeks growing in color. "I'm a big fan of Seventeen, but I didn't realize that you're this cheeky."

He laughed, so genuinely and purely, and you smiled, already warmed up to him. He made friends with you quickly, and from all the behind the scenes footage, he was quick to melt his awkward-i-just-met-you exterior and interacted with you as he would with his members. Jeonghan was this tall, built, and handsome man, and he owned unreal facial features that made everyone wonder if he was indeed human just like everyone else. He was perfect for his role: the cold, sly, and dominating lead in the series. It was the complete opposite of your character, and with his friendliness, it was easy for you to quickly build up chemistry and work well with him, but as you two get closer, the more playful he became.

"You're the love of my life," he recited his lines, cheesy as it is, to which you became shy to and shrank as he got closer and closed his lips to yours.

He was quick to tease your blushes after the director's "Cut!" in each kissing scene, and would tease you easily at other romantic or heart fluttering scenes you had to do.

"Aww, that's cute, you're blushing again! I can hear your heart fluttering," he would say. "Then again, I am charming."

And in each time, you were always caught in his trap, stuck in the moment, and your heart follows his lead, ignoring all the other self-restraining signals your head was screaming about. He'd laugh right after he got a reaction out of you, and the grin he'd give you would linger in your head for the rest of the day.

There was another day when one of his members - Joshua - came to support as a cameo, and it felt like Jeonghan was on booster or something. He introduced you to Joshua, who was sweet, polite, and a perfect gentleman, but then Jeonghan continued to tease you the entire day Joshua was there. He made sure to remind Joshua how cute you were so many times throughout the day. At that point you were actually getting used to Jeonghan's antics, but him teasing you in front of a new person puts you on another level of flustered.

"Hey Josh, meet the love of my life," Jeonghan said, using his scripted lines.

Joshua, while he was nicer than Jeonghan, still played along sometimes. "Then I'll call you member-in-law!" He said.

Your birthday was on a filming day, and he managed to fool you to think that you had hurt his feelings by giving him comments on his acting as per usual (you were sure you weren't saying anything bad, but he kept directing it to be a negative one). He started showing acts of distaste and, at one point, even yelled at you and left the room.

It was heart-wrenching to watch him leave - you never wanted to hurt his feelings, you just wanted to help and support him and the drama entirely. Guilt washed over you quickly, and tears piled in your eyes. The crew was looking at you so judgmentally, and all you wanted to do was go home, lock the doors, and hide under your covers. You didn't know what to do, and some of the crew even went to you to convince you that he just needed to blow off steam and he'll be back and you can apologize when he gets back.

You wanted to scream and rip his hair off when he came back with a cake, singing Happy Birthday like nothing happened. Your tears flowed like a river though, because you genuinely thought that Yoon Jeonghan, this man, was actually angry at you to the point that he put it to display to everyone who was present and even yelled at you.

"Don't cry!" he laughed at you, taking the cream from the cake and swiping your cheeks with his finger. "You'll look ugly. We have to take a picture with this cake!"

You cursed at him for the first time since you've known him, but he only chuckled and patted your back to calm down your sniffles (you glared at his finger until he wiped the cream away first, though). He gave you a friendly hug and you hit him to prove the point that you were upset, and it was a loud slap in the back that everyone was surprised but laughed at. Apparently, a behind-the-scenes camera was on and recording the entire surprise; Jeonghan remembered this and went to the camera to tell on you. He complained really loudly, "Carats, she hit me!" he pointed at you playfully.

You were still sniffling, snots everywhere and you eyes still bawling with tears. "Y-you deserve it!" you screamed.

On the last day of filming, you had laughed everything off, remembering everything that happened during the course of filming and engraving every memory to your heart. It was surely an indescribable experience. The crew had been super nice, and they felt like a second family to you. The cast members became your best friends, including the one and only Yoon Jeonghan. You thanked Jeonghan, the rest of the cast, and the entire crew for all their hard work, hugged your co-stars tightly, and told Jeonghan to stay in contact with you even after it all ended because you'd miss him.

"Hey, but don't be a stranger," you told him. "I think I'm too used to having you around, its gonna be hard to live peacefully, now."

He smiled, pinched your cheeks and said, "Did you think I'm gonna stop just because the drama ended? You should've seen me annoy my members even from the military base."

You rolled your eyes at him, "I wouldn't dare to assume you'd do anything less."

And he kept to his word. Though there hadn't been any opportunities for both of you to meet each other again (variety shows and interview promotions were done during the course of filming), he still contacts you day-to-day, even if only to send a meme he found of you and laugh at you through text.

"You really DO look like you've got a frog in your mouth! Hahahaha!"

This went on through the rest of the year until the Award Shows started to busy every single celebrity available, finally announcing the invites, MCs, performances, and nominees to each award they have. Your drama with Jeonghan had hit it big as fans were so happy to watch both of you interact (also, maybe because Woozi sang the main OST, and Scoups' rap on the OST was fire), and you were invited to almost every single one of them as a nominee for multiple awards.

It was first assumed, then implied, but it was also because he was actually sweet enough to ask you personally, that you were officially his date to every one of the award shows your drama was nominated in. You agreed, not because he was your co-star, but because he was a genuinely nice and fun person to spend time with. You were also very excited, not just because you were nominated, but also because this time you were going to finally present your original and true self to Yoon Jeonghan and the world. The other characters within you screamed in delight as you excitement rose, and you had planned everything out, determined to show that you are not just a simple easily teased girl that Yoon Jeonghan bullies on.

On the very first show you wore a white gown - the top part was gold glitter with a heart neckline, and it corseted your figure, highlighting all the important curves in your body. Down your dress, the fabric flowed in an A-line skirt, transparency growing in a gradient as it reached the bottom, your strapped golden heels visible within your skirt. You put your half your hair into a braid and curled the rest. With curtain-like gold earrings and white diamonds shining out of the strands, Jeonghan was stunned when he saw you for the first time. Your make up was different from what he was used to, and a mature-like pureness aura radiates from you. He didn't know what to say, muted to say the least. He had never seen you like that, and once both of you reached the red carpet, his hand on your back as a gentlemanly support to guide you through the reporters, he noticed how straight you walked, and how you carried yourself so gracefully. The reporters were asking questions, but he left the answering to you as he continued to stay stunned through the red carpet. It was only when you both had finally taken your seats when he finally relaxed and converse normally again.

The minimum movements you emitted, just enough to be polite and to please your audience were not missed by the man, and he observed the details of your interactions to the utmost adoration. Your gracefulness had struck a chord in his heart and he was awed to say the least.

He ended the night with a shy smile and an "Oh, and by the way, you were absolutely beautiful tonight." The sincerity of his tone didn't go unnoticed and you didn't forget to thank him before going separate ways. It was oddly out of character of him to do, but you liked the new side of him you have yet to explore.

The next show, you opted for a bright red designer's gown. This one, fitting to its price tag, created this absolutely stunning silhouette, and while it did not sparkle or glitter, its muted red still create a distinction of you and made you shine. The designed folds in your dress accented your figure even more, and with a looser fabric, the skirt of your dress was made longer so it could trail behind you as you walk. Your hair was gathered up into one straight ponytail, a pretty simple hairdo to gather attention to your striking gown for the night.

Jeonghan didn't recognize you when he first was led to your changing room. You didn't just look like a different person, you feel like one, too. He didn't even realize that he held his breath as he looked at you. The stylist were so proud of their efforts and Jeonghan's reaction had them giggling and teasing him. "She's incredibly beautiful, isn't she?"

He barely managed a "yes" before you could chuckle and said to him, "Well look who's being shy, now."

At this, he returned a laughter of his own. He didn't bother hiding his surprised expression. "You got me. You look incredible."

Your outfit and style of the day, added with your elegance and poise as you conducted yourself in front of the reporters and other celebrities had Jeonghan staring at you for a while, and quite numerous whiles. He absolutely adored you. There was a surging feeling of wholesome pride as he stood beside you, his hand on your back as he escorted you through the venue. Even as he teased you as he answered the reporters' questions, you had retained your poise as you held it within yourself not to be flustered easily by this man. You had a year worth of practice for that.

"Isn't she beautiful? I'm such a fan of hers," Jeonghan whispered to the reporters, his playful grins and chuckles evident as he interacted happily. "She doesn't look like her character now, does she?"

You chuckled along with him, but dragged him to stop him from acting like a fan on the red carpet. He laughed and after a few tries of refusing your urges to move on, eventually let it go and allowed you to pull him forwards. As you moved on, he placed his hand on your back just like how he usually does, as a sign that he was right there walking with you.

The third time though, Jeonghan was speechless. He barely spoke through the course of the night, and his eyes never left you.

You wore a black designer's gown this time, with sequinned patterned Qs coming from your neck down to your knees before the skirt spreads out to hide your silver heels. It was a mermaid gown and it hugged your figure nicely. The skirt was actually more flowy that you thought, but it added a nice touch. You wore silver earrings and diamond hair pieces as you put your hair up in the most elegant updo Jeonghan had ever seen. He was already stunned when he saw you for the first time, but he almost choked when you turned around only for him to realize that your gown was completely backless.

Now, where is he supposed to place his hand again?

His face was flushed and when you turned to finally go out the door, you see his face filled with more red than you've ever seen. While his face was kind of salvaged by the foundation he used, the makeup couldn't help his neck from turning red as well.

"Yoon Jeonghan, are you sick?" you asked aloud, gaining the attention of all staff members present, all their eyes pointed at the man in question. "Or are you actually blushing?"

Your second question snapped him out of his haze (and had many of the stylists and make up artists giggling) as he looked at you for a few seconds, and you were starting to actually worry, before he eventually puts his hand on his forehead, covering his face.

"God, you'll be the death of me. Let's go before I embarrass myself any further."

He was indeed blushing, and his statement confirmed that for you. You laughed, but you can't help but feel you cheeks tinting a little pink from his confession. He linked your arm with his and went out together.

The first few minutes into the red carpet, Jeonghan did his best not to have direct contact with your back. He was blushing the entire time, had to ask the interviewers to repeat themselves a couple of times, and his hand was going to unsure places like your shoulder or your waist, which he was also not confident about, and eventually just lingers a few inches away from your back, like in mid-air. The so-called manner hands.

It wasn't as reassuring as having his hand on your back like the previous times you both had gone through this. His focus was also off as he tried to avoid the contact, and just moved his hand when you moved as well. You sighed and just pulled his hand to slightly slap your back, and you pointed a look at Jeonghan's direction, telling him to stop fidgeting through your eyes.

He blushed.

"Jeonghan, are you not feeling well?" one of the reporters asked.

He seemed to click then and there. His honest self couldn't help himself as he answered, "Oh yeah, she just looks gorgeous tonight, I can't take my eyes off of her."

When he finally comprehended his own words, he fumbled and stuttered. "I-I mean," he tried to reason, but the stars in the reporters' eyes were showing that they heard everything he said, and some of them squealed in delight.

"Why, thank you," you turned to face him, your smile directed for him.

He was stunned - again.

"Oh, let's just go," he said shyly, one of his hands reaching to his neck to feel just how warm he had gotten.

That night, both of you had received a daesang award, but Jeonghan kind of added a few more elements to his acceptance speech.

"Hi, this is Seventeen's Jeonghan. This acting experience was truly incredible and there's so many people who should know that they are the reason for this award. I want to thank Carats, who have always been there for me through thick and thin, and my members who have been watching and supporting me, especially to Joshua who became a cameo, my parents and my family members who had been with me from the very start, the staff members, Pledis, directors, pd-nim, and all the crew members. This is not possible without any of you. And special thanks to," Jeonghan moved his eyes on you, and he didn't know why then and there, your name disappeared from his head and instead replaced with that one line that had caught all the viewers' heart as they watched the drama.

"The love of my life - " he stopped when he realized what he just said, and realized he had kind of just confessed on national TV. "I mean, M-my co-star."

You stood there surprised at how flustered Yoon Jeonghan could be, and stunned that you were the main reason that he was fumbling on the stage and his ears redder than ever. He caught himself before he did anything else and finished his speech nicely.

"Anyways, uh, thank you for this award, I'll work even harder to be a better actor and come back with more for you all. Thankyou!"

It was your turn after him to deliver your speech, and suddenly the trophy on your hands became heavier than it actually was. Jeonghan turned his back to walk back to the spot beside you as you move forward, and you can see a small smile tugging the corners of his lips. When you were brushing against each other before you took the mic, he whispered, just loud for you to hear, and short enough to go unnoticed.

"Yes, that was my confession to you. Will you go out with me?"

All eyes were on you and all lights were on you when you felt like you bit your tongue and couldn't speak.

The MCs were waiting for your speech, and nudged you to start when you seem lost.

"Ah, yes, I mean, no, I mean yes!"

Yoon Jeonghan really knows how to fluster you, even in his most flustering moments.

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#yoon jeonghan #jeonghan #jeonghan fic #seventeen imagines #fanfiction #fluff #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan scenario #seventeen #svt #seventeen fic

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mocacheezy · 4 years

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(forgot to actualy post this when I first wrote it, anyways, rechecked the info with the help of wiki, so have my thoughts on TFA Megatron (S1))

So I finished the first season of Transformers Animated, and let me just… Let me just EXPRESS my feelings for TFA S1 Megatron and the shit that happens to him:

So Megatron has the Allspark in his sight after so many many years of searching. It’s on a tiny Autobot repair ship, shouldn’t be a problem to get it right? Except while fighting the Autobots a bomb planted on him (by Starscream, he should see this coming) detonates. He survives that with damage to his right arm, gets inside the ship and is facing off against 5 autobots (clearly repair crew, and not in sync) in no gravity. One of them manages to cut his arm off, he is down by an arm, big deal, ‘tis but a scratch, he’s fine.

… No like seriously, this doesn’t stop him. He ALMOST GETS THE ALLSPARK!

Except that the leader of this troublesome repair crew kicks him off ship, causing him to crash on Earth. The only thing intact is his head (that Sumdac finds). Is he dead? Is he in a coma? Whatever it is, Sumdac tinkers with what he found.

50 years later, Megatron wakes up, can’t move, can’t do anything really because he is literaly a HEAD (ᵃˡˢᵒ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵃⁿᵗ ᶠᵘˡˡʸ,ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵖⁱˢᵒᵈᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵇᵘˡᵏʰᵉᵃᵈ “ˡᵒˢⁱⁿᵍ” ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵈʸ…ᵖᵘᵗˢ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵖᵉʳˢᵖᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ), sees that Starscream was the one who tried to kill him and almost suceeded (or did he suceed? Again, not 100% clear on the function of that Key… It heals, it upgrades, it gives life and sentience… Did it REVIVE Megatron or did it just wake him up?)

And what does he do?

I MEAN LOOK AT THIS?!

He is LITERALY ONLY A HEAD, WITH SO MANY OF PARTS EXPOSED OR WIRES HOOKED UP TO SUMDACS MACHINES.

MACHINES THAT HE CAN’T USE, BECAUSE THEY ARE TOO PRIMITIVE.

AND DESPITE ALL THAT!

THIS GLORIOUS FUCKER!

STARTS PLANNING RIGHT AWAY! HE KNOWS THE SITUATION IS BAD AND HE BIDES HIS TIME!

He eventualy risks what little… Advantage? Is being locked away in the dark an advantage? When there’s autobots around being hailed as heroes, yea I think it might be though Megatron wouldn’t admit it… I think? Not outloud that’s for sure

Anyways, he risks it with exposing himself to Sumdac.

And then proceeds to deceive Sumdac! Like, Sumdac is smart. I actualy did need to take a step back and go “damn this poor man really is way over his head”, because on the first glance it seems really dumb to fall for a lie like that.

(I actualy would love to talk about the Professor in the future, especialy by just looking at him as a character on his own… BUT THIS IS MEGS SPOTLIGHT SO *yeets away for another time*)

AND MEGATRON IS NOT 100% GOOD AT THIS “I am an Autobot” THING. He lashes out! He is impatient, he is angry to the point of wrecking the lab with the energy surges and there are moments when Sumdac doubts that he himself can fix this mess he made, especialy with how angry this “Autobot” is.

But SOMEHOW, this glorious FUCK manages to turn most of the damage those outbursts cause into very convincing explanations for his reactions, WHILE also pretending to be useful and “helping”.

He can see almost everything from where he is, once he masters the connections with the cameras and etc. in the tower and things across the city. He deflects or “explains” why his plans included flamethrowers for amusement bots, and, let me say this again!

HE IS ONLY A HEAD AT THIS POINT IN THE SERIES!

A HEAD!

He is pretty limited with what he can do HIMSELF! Sumdac is not an ally, he is more of an enemy that isn’t aware of the power he holds over Megatron.

And he is doing everything FAR too slow.

That everything being mainly, getting Megs a body.

AND WHAT’S EVEN BETTER?!

There are so many robots around, all of them reverse enginered from Megatron himself, and none of them are of use to him. And when he DOES manage to get them to listen, something always interferes (Dinobots were a semi sucess, Soundwave rebelled, but did end up wearing a con badge (and boy was it eerie to hear Soundwave say ‘machines supperior to humans’ and how they will be all destroyed… Great episode that one) ).

So the robots of this planet are useless to him. He has to try and find a way to manipulate human criminals to do his bidding, getting him the materials Sumdac apparently can’t get without raising suspicion. Not that it’s hard, but they are useless as well, especialy with the Autobots meddling, so that also fails.

And there is always that Key. That he can’t just ask for, but can’t get no matter how he tries. And by god, does he try.

His only real, longe term-ish line of self defense at the moment is Sumdac and his guilt over using a friend of the Heroic Autobots…

AND THEN!

HIS DECEPTICONS ARRIVE!

And he isn’t even sure if he can trust them, given that his Second In Command blew him to pieces. So he has to gamble and hope for the best with Lugnut.

Which is clearly tiring because, as much of devout follower as Lugnut is (the fanfics are all spot on, writers of TFA Fandom amazing job portraying this mass of devotion), it gets annoying real fast when you are trying to get things done and really need to get a body asap, and the only one you can count on is determined to sing praises to you everytime you give an order.

Not even THAT seems to bring him any closer to his goal. And then Sumdac finds what remained of his body.

Pretty good for 50 years of weather exposure, eh?

BUT it seems he will have to keep waiting, because the blizzard that is raging outside causes a blackout, so the Tower is using the backup generator, so Sumdac declairs a delay in repairs.

Megatron alternates between bluster and sweet-talk to try to get his way, but it’s no use. Megatron attempts to call Lugnut again for assistance.

(Source: tfwiki)

From the looks of it, he came back online at the begining/end of fall, so he’s been,

pretending to be an Autobot (one who is a friend of bots he knows very little about, the ones who caused him to become like this in the first place)

pretending to be useful and helpful to Sumdac in exchange for attempted repairs (all of which have failed)

keeping his temper in check (good thing he can save the slip ups with quick thinking…)

for about… 3 or 4 months?

And no way to leave the lab?

With Sumdac as his only company?

Probably also in discomfort given THAT HE IS HOOKED UP LIKE THAT?!

With his ghoulish hand in sight that was/is CLEARLY being used as a chair for an organic?

… Yea. Imagine doing all that, being this close to finaly making progress, and instead being told “Weather bad, no can’t do, wait a while longer”.

So if Sumdac fears enough for the safety of his planet, he’ll surely work faster right? That seems to work somewhat…

Then comes Starscream.

The absolutely last Decepticon Megatron needs right now. So Megatron has to pretend he doesn’t know Starscream tried to kill him. With Starscream CLEARLY planning to kill him for good this time.

He is a head, what can he do?

We can soon see Megatron can take great joy in punishing that fragger, with limited resources he has, while Sumdac finaly works on his body.

The only fun perk of being a “friend of the Autobots” so far.

And then Blitzwing and Lugnut arrive. I swear, I was sure with all the talk Lugnut was doing, there was no way Megatron will actualy get that body.

Good thing they got the Key and that Sumdac didn’t think/wasn’t able to put in any override codes or sound the alarms.

What followed was a gorgeous villain reanimation/reconstruction scene and I loved every second of it. I mean, just look at this.

So, Megatron finaly has a fresh new body.

(gorgeous fucker)

He fights the Autobots, (if I start talking about the details, this post will never end), defeats them and does a magnificent job of offlining his SIC.

(Like, I love TFA Starscream. I really do. This purple bastard is a joy to watch, but given what he did, seeing him get offlined in such a dramatic, yet quick and efficient way(and knowing he comes back anyway)… Let’s just say, I was very pleased.)

The “Fuck you Starscream, Die 1.0” however, lets the Autobots escape and the chase begins.

Here I would like to thank the animators for giving both Bots and Cons gorgeous Magical girl-esque transformation scenes, because they are all beautiful BUT MEGATRON, HOLY HELL, I AM LOVING THAT HELICOPTER!

And they are back on the Ark, fighting in much the same way they were the first time,

But Megatron has no apparent weaknesses, except perhaps being cluttered with little shards of Optimus Prime after he finishes beating on the Autobot. Their one-sided fight carries them into the hold of the ship, where Megatron succeeds in acquiring the AllSpark…

Megatron manages to GET THE ALLSPARK!

SO MANY YEARS OF FIGHTING AND SEARCHING, AND HE HAS IT!

And he puts it in his spark chamber. Or in front of it.

…

Megatron. You just put an anchient artifact in your chest.

I… Listen, this is a step above Megan and his SpaceCocaineStraightToSpark Nonesense, BUT ALRIGHT!

I GUESS IT IS “SAFER” THAN HOLDING IT IN YOUR HANDS WHILE FIGHTING AND GLOATING.

Before he can celebrate, he is temporarily downed by Isaac, who knows enough about Megatron’s circuitry to disable his equilibrium sensors—

(”well fuck you too Sumdac”, I mutter to myself)

but although he drops the AllSpark Key in his stumble, the tyrant isn’t down for long. Megatron is about to finish Prime, when Sari hurls Prime the Key…

the kid Megatron could easily crush when she was standing infront of the Allspark (BUT HE DIDN’T!) throws the key to Optimus.

…

Who proceeds to jam it into the Allspark.

…

In your chest Megatron.

…

Where your own spark is, Megatron.

For the Lord of Decepticons and quite an old fellow, who I’ve just sung praise to, that was so dumb…

A destabilized Megatron flees the ship before the AllSpark explodes inside his chest, dispersing its energy throughout the atmosphere.

HE BLOWS UP! AGAIN!

This time his body is mostly in one piece, and he has Sumdac as a hostage but…

This Megatron does not have luck on his side.

He really does not.

The only reason he is still functioning is, that he is too stubborn to give up and die.

The whole “TooStubbornToDie” does seem to be a Megatron trademark, and makes me love his character even more.

TFA Megs. S1 and I already love him so much.

To finish up this rant of mine…

Someone get him a damn blanket and force him TO TAKE A DAMN BREAK! REST YOU STUBBORN FOOL!

#Moca screeches #Moca watches #transformers animated #tfa megatron #seriously dude please take 5 minutes off #Long post #For some reason the read more is not cooperating

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ego-driven-one-wing-angel · 4 years

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Send a number | Answers

Thanks again for 250 followers!!!

What’s one animal you wish you could have as a pet but can’t?

A penguin. I love them so much.

Favorite thing to wear to sleep?

Sometimes I wear one of those “drug rugs” or baja hoodies. With shorts. And sometimes knee high socks. I HATE pajama pants. So if I’m cold I find alternatives.

What song really gets you going?

Right now, Drinking Alone by Carrie Underwood. But usually Tranz by Gorillaz.

Where do you usually eat your meals?

At my dining table or in the family/living room with my mom.

Favorite meal: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

BRUNCH

Most embarrassing habit?

Sometimes I’ll pick my nose at the most inconvenient times like a child.

Chocolate or fruity candy?

Chocolate

Soft or hard tacos?

When I ate meat regularly, soft, with carne asada.

Worst way to break up a fight?

Throwing a pan at them? Dude I don’t know. Wrestle them to the ground? I feel like either of those are terrible.

Best thing to say in an elevator of strangers?

“You’re all probably wondering why I gathered you all here today.”

What color/design are your bedsheets?

Teal. And my comforter is a black/white diamond pattern.

Any hidden talents?

I was a dancer for roughly nine years. So I’m pretty good at that.

Favorite thing to drink out of (mug, glass, etc.)?

My Star Wars Luke Skywalker lightsaber water bottle.

Socks or bare feet around the house?

Bare feet man. Those who wear shoes in the house are weak and will not survive the winter.

Favorite board game?

Clue!

Do you sleep with the fan on or off?

I don’t even own a fan.

Heat on or keep it cold with lots of layers?

Heat at 67.5 and a sweater. Perfection.

Do you sing in the shower?

Who doesn’t?

Favorite song to belt out at the top of your lungs when you’re alone?

Tranz by Gorillaz. All time favorite song EVER.

Last thing you cried about?

Watching Zack die YET AGAIN in Crisis Core. I don’t think I’ve ever watched that scene WITHOUT crying.

At what age did you first have alcohol?

15ish. Wine.

Relationship status?

Single

What’s the most amount of money you’ve spent on a single item of clothing?

249$ A Guess coat that I absolutely adore.

What do you typically wear to formal events?

A modest dress. Heels. And a Louis Vuitton bag to match.

Favorite memory?

Probably almost getting arrested with my friends back when I was 17. We were at a closed park, after hours, past curfew, and it was like 3 am. We bought 64 tacos from Jack in the Box and pigged out in the venue. Super rad.

Gum or breath mints?

Gum

Favorite shoes?

Probably my Guess sneakers. I don’t wear them often, but I love the design.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

My chubbiness. I’m not fat per say. But I’m not skinny either, but I want to look more like a classic, 1950′s pinup model more than anything.

What is the natural state of your hair?

My hair has very soft curls. Naturally, there more like “beach waves”

Have you ever had braces?

YES. WORST YEARS OF MY LIFE

Most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?

Ghost hunting. I was illegally trespassing, and the building was real sketchy.

Most embarrassing thing your parents have caught you doing?

I’m just an embarrassment through and through. What haven’t they caught me doing. But I guess writing porn is a close first.

Last time you had an orgasm?

I’m a virgin who has never experienced anything remotely sexual.

Celebrity crush(es)?

Sebastian Stan, Bill Skarsgard, Sam Claflin, Karl Urban, Sebastian Stan

Windows or Mac?

I’ve never owned a Mac, so I’m biased when I say Windows.

How old were you when you learned to ride a bike?

Six, seven? I was still quite young.

Makeup or natural?

MAKEUP

What color do you wear the most?

I wear a lot of neutral colors like gray.

Favorite season?

Winter.

Umbrella or rain coat?

Umbrella.

Have you ever fallen out of a tree?

First car you ever owned?

A 2002 Toyota. Super old, and the chip was painting off. My trunk also broke. Oil leak. Y’know, a traditional first car.

What time do you usually go to bed?

Anytime between 11-1 am.

Are you a competitive person?

Yes.

Least favorite color?

Orange.

First pet you’ve ever owned?

A cat :)

Sweet or salty?

Sweet

Favorite pasta dish?

Ravioli

Favorite kind of chips?

Cheetos

Talk about something you’re passionate about.

Writing. I love being able to put my ideas on paper, let my thoughts and emotions run free in a world where I have to act a certain way. I can be anyone while writing!

What are some of your hobbies?

Writing

Drawing

Watching too much television

puzzles

Caffeine? If so, what kind?

I’m a tea gal. But I LOVE coffee. Especially mochas and caramel. With extra pumps of espresso. Hell yeah.

Favorite kind of pizza?

Ranch and Chicken or just plain cheese.

Fast food or sit-down restaurant?

Sit-down

Lots of acquaintances or a handful of close friends?

I love having a large circle, but I choose my best friends wisely. I only have about two or three of those and they’re the one’s I keep close to my heart.

Something that ruins your appetite?

This is a bit more dark, but my dad and I don’t bond outside video games. And he’s the type that believes it’s his way or no way no matter what. So if you get him angry he acts like a two-year-old who just got a toy taken away, and will try to push your buttons until you’re the same way. I saw the signs years ago, but whenever his anger is targeted at me I just don’t want to eat. I write instead.

Favorite labels about you?

As in names? It’s near 1 am while writing this so I might have just gone stupid. But I love it when my friends call me cutie. Or my good friend Charlie calls me Smarties. And he’ll pull out a smartie from his pocket when he does it. I also get called Reid, as in Spencer Reid, a lot.

Are you a religious person?

Yes. I try to be at least. I’m Christian.

Night out with a bunch of friends in public or night in with one friend having deep conversations?

Night out. I spend too much time indoors with one friend as is.

What size shoe do you wear?

Favorite thing about yourself?

My confidence, or my keen fashion sense.

Have you ever told someone you loved them first?

No.

Have you ever had sex on the first date?

No.

Heroes or villains?

Villains. (Sephiroth, Bucky Barnes, Loki, etc.)

Favorite fruit?

Pomegranates.

Least favorite fruit?

Bananas. I’ll eat them, but there are a lot better choices honestly.

Favorite vegetable?

Broccoli

Least favorite vegetable?

Brussels sprouts

How many plates can you eat at a buffet?

About a good three. First is salad. Second is fruit. Third is desert.

Favorite dessert?

Ice cream. Bubble gum flavor is my favorite!

Do you play any sports?

Nope.

Age you learned how to swim?

Seven or eight.

Tell a funny story.

Maybe this is just funny to me, but earlier today my cat was trying to lick her coat but she set her front paw on a piece of paper and anytime she bent over to lick herself she slid and she would have to readjust herself. She did this like four times before she decided to move.

What’s one interesting thing about your culture?

As someone who is a part of the Navajo tribe, something neat is the more fat you have on your bones the more people respect you because they believe you have money.

What’s one annoying thing about your culture?

We can’t touch cold-blooded animals. It’s said if you touch the scales of a snake, or even breath in the same air, you’ll get the same skin as them.

What job would you be terrible at?

Accounting. I can’t do math to save my freaking life.

Would you rather watch a TV show or a movie?

TV shows.

What’s your favorite compliment to give?

“Cute Outfit!” or “Love the Hair!” You have no idea how many people light up on either of these, male/female/nonbinary. Looking good is a happiness found across all the spectrums.

What’s your favorite compliment to receive?

“Cute hair.” Or “Love your makeup/nails.”

Has your opinion changed on something recently?

I can’t remember. Like I said, it’s close to bedtime where I’m at and boi, it’s hard to concentrate right now.

Do you always order the same thing at a restaurant or order something different each time?

I order the same.

What’s something you’ve always wanted to try but haven’t yet?

This sounds awful, but I’ve always wanted to try ecstasy. I have buddies who’ve taken it and say, if you do it right, the first time is pretty bomb.

If you could learn to do anything right now, what would it be?

Singing. I can’t carry a tune.

Favorite physical feature about yourself?

My eyes.

Least favorite physical feature about yourself?

My wide hip/waist ratio. If my waist was thinner I wouldn’t mind as much.

What’s one amazing thing you did that nobody was around to see?

OKAY. I scored a strike on Wii bowling while i was on the toilet one time. Two rooms away and not even looking at a screen. Just using my heart and determination and it was SUPER COOL AND I WISH PEOPLE COULD HAVE SEEN THOSE SKILLS.

If you could change your height, would you?

Yes. Everyone is a good foot taller than me. So I would most definitely want a few more inches.

What’s something you would rate 10/10?

Final Fantasy 7 Remake’s Character concept for Sephiroth. The eyes, the height, the hair. WOW. In love.

Heels or flats?

Heels

What’s something you wish you had more knowledge about?

Politics. I want to get more involved but every time I do I get so confused.

Would you want to be famous?

I wouldn’t mind. But I value my private life.

What’s something you would get arrested for?

Well I already almost got arrested for eating tacos in a closed park at 3 am. So maybe that.

What’s your spirit animal?

A cat.

What’s the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

The fact that I graduated high school. I was developing anxiety and literally had no idea what the frick was happening with me and no one told me what it was. So I ended up skipping loads of school for that reason.

Are you the type to have an organized mess, or no mess at all?

Organized mess. Or just a mess.

Do you tend to make decisions based on the past, present, or future?

The future.

Are you a planner or a more spontaneous person?

Planner. I hate when things are sprung on me last minute. I have to emotionally prep up before a social event so 5-10 business days are needed.

Thoughts on the oxford comma?

I was taught to use it, but it’s literally so useless? I found myself either not using it or just doing it on instinct. So in one story you could probably find multiple instances where I use it and where I don’t use it, maybe in the same paragraph. I just do whatever fits that moment I guess.

What do you hope never changes?

My squad. I love them to pieces and it would break my heart if at some point they’d want to split.

How would you celebrate your 100th birthday?

Something extremely dangerous like skydiving or zip lining across a canyon.

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hazelnmae · 5 years

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Lies Travel Faster Part Two: Chapter Two

Summary: Sophia Murphy’s past is coming for her. Can she outrun it?

Tags: Tommy Shelby x Original Female Character

Warnings: angst; smut; violence; language; rape/non-con; death

CHAPTER 2 Read Chapter 1 here.

Tommy turned the invitation over in his hand, taking note of the heavy stock of fine paper, the careful hand which had written his name on the front, the faint smell of perfume emanating from the envelope. His long forgotten cigarette dropped ashes on his coat as the smoke danced in front of his face.

It had been months since he’d seen her, although he heard updates about her frequently through the ever expanding circles he frequented in his new political career. She’d organized more than one rally in support of his rise in Westminster and had spoken his name to reporters and enthusiasts for the cause on multiple occasions. Some even went so far as to suggest a romantic relationship between them, but Tommy was quick to quash such rumors.

But he hadn’t seen or spoken to her in what felt like an eternity.

He’d thought about her often, though he was unsure what that meant. His thoughts of her were never romantic in nature, though he did remember the night they shared his bed. He didn’t regret it, necessarily, but wished it had been different.

He respected her and hadn’t wanted to use her as he did, but he was out of options.

In truth, he owed a lot to Jesse Eden. Her success garnered him success. Her ambition fueled his own.

But that’s where it ended.

There was a moment, a brief moment in time, when he wondered if they were more.

He’d seduced her, used her for his own political gain, and set her aside.

But she continued to write to him. To speak of him. To push for his cause. And that made up his mind. It wasn’t genuine--on either side.

But now. Well, now things were different. He had new enemies circling. New problems on the horizon.

And Sophie was long gone.

He picked up the phone and dialed the operator.

“I need a line to Detroit, The Crowne Plaza.”

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Sophie only recognized him as a small speck among the green and gold of the hay field. From her vantage point on the hill, she was too far away to determine if it really was him. He was working, that she could tell, but it was unclear what exactly he was doing.

She dug through her rucksack to find her binoculars and noticed her hands were shaking. Though she’d run through the scenario a thousand times in her mind, her heart still struggled with the reality of it.

She moved Belle from the clearing to an adjacent clump of trees for cover, steadying herself against one of the trunks.

After a few deep breaths, she felt her nerves calming and looked through the lenses to make a positive identification.

He was different, older, but she knew it was him nonetheless.

She’d worked so hard to put the memory out of her mind for so long, but it came crashing back as soon as she saw him.

Salvatore and Vincenzo had entered their home undetected. Her parents were out and Sophie had just settled into bed. Henry had been asleep for hours, as it was his turn to check on the furthest still first thing in the morning.

The door to her room creaked open quietly, but slammed shut with a loud bang. She heard both noises and shot straight up in the bed. “Who’s there?” she asked, breathless.

The response came when Salvatore violently pushed her back onto the bed, holding his hand over her mouth to stifle her screams.

They’d taken turns with her, laughing as they passed her back and forth.

The memory of that night made her ill. The memory of what came after broke her heart.

The sound of their laughter. Their hot breath as they tried to whisper in her ear. The bruises she’d have for weeks after. The sound of Henry trying to beat down the door. The bile that rose in her throat when they fled out the window. The sob that broke from her as Henry finally made his way into her room. The ripped night gown she’d find on the floor the next morning. The black eye that would carry her shame for the weeks that followed. The sight of her father pacing the floor--more angry than she’d ever seen him.

The revenge that her father sought after the fact.

His own death, and that of her mother, that followed.

She pushed it all down and dropped to the ground, loading her rifle and readying her sights on pure instinct.

And with that, Sophie pulled the trigger as she released a deep breath, just as Henry taught her, to keep a steady hand.

She flinched at the bang that followed, but opened her eyes just quick enough to see Salvatore Changretta’s body fall to the ground.

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Michael woke from a hazy, cocaine fueled sleep to a ringing phone. He stumbled from the bed to find the phone on the desk.

“Where is she?” Tommy demanded when he answered the phone.

“Who?” Michael asked, as he fumbled for his cigarettes.

Tommy let out a deep sigh. Though he couldn’t see him, Michael could picture Tommy rubbing his hand over his face and pinching his nose--as he always did when he was annoyed.

But Michael was annoyed, too. He knew Sophie was still on the company payroll, that she’d been tasked with keeping tabs on him, and he resented his cousin for it. The fact that he’d have the gall to call and ask after her, sent Michael reeling.

“How should I know, Tommy, this is a giant fucking country,” he said, no attempt to hide his agitation.

He knew she wasn’t anywhere near Michael in proximity. She’d gone to America to go home. She hadn’t needed to say that for him to understand it. But he’d lost contact with the man he had watching her and Michael was his only other option.

“Just fucking find her,” he said before hanging up.

Michael held the phone to his ear for a few more seconds, unsure at first that Tommy had actually hung up on him. When he realized it, he slammed his own phone down in response.

In truth, he hadn’t seen or heard from Sophie in months. He grew accustomed to her constant phone calls, unexpected visits, and all around nosy behavior, but he knew it wasn’t her choice. He knew Tommy had ordered it.

What he didn’t know was why, three months ago, it suddenly stopped. He’d been telling himself she was fine--just likely as fed up by the Shelby bullshit as he was. But now, knowing she’d had no contact with family across the pond, actually worried him.

Sophie was fully capable of looking after herself, of that he was sure. But he also knew why she’d gone home. He knew she was seeking revenge.

And for once, Michael allowed himself to worry that it hadn’t all gone according to her plan.

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Continue with Chapter 3

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peachfyzzy · 5 years

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☆Abbachio x Reader: 1. Turbo!☆

You drove calmly down the streets of Naples without a single worry. Since you can remember, you’ve been in love with the historic city. The sights you could see, the history behind it, the gang act- wait, gang activity?!

As you were driving, someone caught your eye. A man with long, lilac hair and…odd clothing. He was on the street corner, slumped against a nearby brick wall. Three other men stood around him, their eyes spelling trouble. You watched on, hoping the mysterious man would know what to do, but unfortunately…that wasn’t the truth. They threw relentless punches at him. He blocked and defended himself, but eventually got tired and put up less of a fight. Nearby people only watched, not wanting to be the next person found dead in the ocean. An unstoppable sense of justice hit you then…

Without really thinking, you stopped your car in the middle of the street, your eyes determined. You ran up to the three men, grabbing their attention. In a second, they both whipped around. The mysterious man looked…surprised.

“Who the fuck is this whore!?”

“You’re next, you little bitch!”

The men threw insult after insult at you, but you remained somewhat unphased. You gave the purple hair man the “Get in the fucking car you cuck” look.

“Me? Next? I wouldn’t even let you pay to touch me.” The words left your mouth, and you felt some crushing sense of regret.

Damn your feistyness.

The man with the long, pointy hair rose to his feet, finally finding the opportunity to get up and escape. He ran to your car as you told him so, and prepared to drive off…but he didn’t. He looked at your small figure, holding off three men. His heart tugged towards you.

“Tch. Women don’t know when to stay out of shit, do they?” He ran out of the car, sweeping you up and jumping in the driver’s seat, pressing the petal to the floor.

☆☆☆☆

The ride wasn’t quiet. Definitely the opposite of quiet. He white knuckled the steering wheel.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Y/N” you said plainly, as to not piss him off even more.

“Why the hell did you intervene?!” He yelled, sharply.

“Was I supposed to let you get your ass kicked?! Did you forget about the part where you were on the floor bleeding?!” You snapped. He got mad at you in your own car. The audacity!

“Watch your mouth! The only reason I’m not pushing you out is because I can’t go to jail. Remember that, Y/N.”

“Oh please. Would you give me my fucking car back? Please and thank you?”

“No.” He said plainly. Your face turned red out of pure anger.

“What do you mean "no”?!“ You said, leaning over towards him. He took quick glances towards your face and back at the wheel. God, you were cute. And so close. He found himself growing fond of that angry, pouty face. He took a deep breath, and tried to muster the rest of his words.

"I need to get back to my gang.” His words were less heated now, his deep voice resonated within you.

“Your gang…? Is that why those men we-”

“Yes. That’s why those men were attacking me.” He interrupted you, his words more panicked then mean. He must of wanted to get home, badly. You considered his words.

“Fine. You can drive yourself home. In exchange for a few things.” Annoyance covered his face again. “Tell me…your name.” You said, curiously.

“Abbachio” he said, hesitantly.

“That’s a surprisingly fitting name.” You liked it quite a bit. He rolled his eyes. “Last thing.” You checked down at your watch. 9PM. You wouldn’t get home before 11PM, and would rather lie and sleep with gang members then get chewed out by your parents. “You let me meet these gang members.” You didn’t ask for a sleepover quite yet. You hoped the members would like you enough to ask for you to. You snickered at your own intentions.

“Fucking fine. I suppose you’ll have to anyways considering they won’t stop asking who’s car this is.” You cheered inside a bit. Part of you genuinely found the stoic man kind of cute, if not a pain in the ass.

“Sounds like a plan.” You said back, keeping your excitement hidden.

☆☆☆☆

Abbachio rolled up to a luxurious mansion, his stoic expression not changing. “We’re here, woman.” You smiled to yourself a bit. You stepped out of the car, stretching. An unplanned feeling of shyness began washing over you. What if they were all old, creepy men? Or mean tall guys like Abbachio? Well, maybe the second option wouldn’t be…the worst. At the sound of the car rolling up, a few boys swung open the mansion entrance door. They all looked like an interest cast of characters, you thought. One with a short bob cut approached you first. He raised his eyebrow at abbachio, then at you.

“Abbachio, who is this girl?”

“Her name is Y/N. She got in the way of the mission you sent me out on.” He said, crossing his arms. Emo fucker.

“Hey!” You retorted. “Don’t make it sound like I stopped you. He was getting his ass kicked and I let him take my car to drive himself here.” You heard the rest of the boys behind the bob cut man laugh.

“Well…My name is Bruno. I want to thank you for helping out my confidant there.” Bruno held out his hand for you to shake, and you took it gladly. He was a far cry from abbachio. Polite and sweet.

“It’s no problem!” You smiled wide and goofy. Another boy approached, with dark purple eyes and mischievous smile. He held some kind of textbook under his arm.

“Wow! I’ve never seen abbachio bring a girl home. I almost thought he was ga-” A boy with a tie landed a swift flick to the purple eyed boys forehead. He straightened his posture, sighing. “My name is Narancia.” He smiled similarly to you, youthful and full of huberious.

“And I’m Fugo” said the man who flicked Narancia. “Y/N…huh? That isn’t from here, is it?” He said, curiously.

“Oh, no. It’s not, actually. I’m not foreign but it’s not Italian!” You giggled a bit. Having all the attention was fun, even if you didn’t want to admit it. Then, a boy with golden curls stepped to you. His smile was charming, you felt your heart skip a bit. The annoyance from Abbachio was almost palpable. Did he especially dislike this boy?

“And I’m Giorno Giovanna. It’s truly a pleasure.” He said, his voice smooth. His aura was similar to Bruno’s. He was clever and young, it seemed.

“She’s pretttty!!”

“Mista, mista!”

“Look, finally, a girl!”

You whipped your head around to see a boy with cheetah print pants. He pretended to be annoyed to hide his embarrassment.

“S-Shit. Sorry, I’m Mista. That was..uh..” He searched for the words. He didn’t know you were a fellow stand user.

“Your stand?” You said, curiously. The yellowish humanoids danced around his shoulders. You heard a collective gasp. You scratched the back of your neck, a bit embarrassed. “Oh, yeah. I have one of those! It’s called Heartbreak Hotel. Not many people have stands so I didn’t really say anything.” Mista swallowed, thankful that he didn’t have to take responsibility for his stands words. Abbachio finally let his gaze fall on you. The environment felt a little more…tense.

“Your a stand user?” He said, summoning his.

“Yeah. I..I am. But I won’t hurt anyone! I only recently discovered this talent my self.” Your stand was an interesting one. Heartbreak Hotel was able to increase your charm, making it almost impossible to say no. However, the ability loses its power when someone can identify it correctly. Abbachio put his stand away.

“Hey, guys?” Called out Giorno. “As payment for saving Abbachio, I think we should let her stay over the night. How does that sound to you all?”

“Fuck no.” Said abbachio, his cold exterior still up. Bruno waved his hand at him, a “calm down” sign.

“I think the rest of us would love to have you here. I’ll show you inside”

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The rest of the evening was lovely. You got to cook for the group and even serve Abbachio with a smile. You still found him on your mind, laying on the guestroom bed. The way he said your name made your heart flutter. But before you could get any further with your imagination, you heard a voice.

Not just any voice.

Your voice.

You got up, cautiously. Could it have been an enemy stand? You slowly opened your door, peaking through the crack you made. What you saw made you hold your mouth to keep in a gasp. Abbachio, using his Moody Blues to recreate you walking down one of the halls. He studied your bright, happy face carefully. His face showed a hint of softness. Not much, but it was visible. You swung open the door quickly, scaring him.

“Y/N?! What the fuck?! What are you doing up?! I should-” He stopped mid sentence, noticing that Moody Blues was still there, in your form. He hissed.

“Doing research?” You said, smugly.

“Fuck you.” He retorted.

“Hey, you’re the one giving my copy heart eyes.” He hissed again, rising to his feet. He approached you, his demeanor full of rage. You pretended to not be terrified.

“I could throw you out of the window, girl.”

“And? Why are you acting so rude? Not like I was gonna tell anyone.” He took a step back, crossing his arms. “But…why we’re you…?”

“I wanted to make sure you weren’t an enemy.”

“You’re lying to me. If you thought I was a threat earlier you would of-” He suddenly slammed his hand down onto the wall, the space right near your head.

“I…I think you’re pretty.” The words left his mouth like it pained him. He sneered.

“Pretty?” You repeated. He sneered again, not wanting to clarify. You felt your cheeks hearing up. “W-Well…thank you.” You both shared a quiet moment. Just like before when you first met him, you felt yourself act without thinking. You approached him slowly, cupping the sides of his cheeks. Abbachio could feel his heart thumping. “I…I think you’re handsome, too.”

☆☆☆☆☆☆

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idio-cies · 5 years

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AWAE comparisons, expectations and analysis pt.III

So, the first scene we have of Gilbert and Anne in AWAE, 0103, he saves her... so that already completely fucks up everything as the context is needed for that scene. All this does is show the audience that this is Anne's love interest because he saved her and she lives in a world where she wishes everything to be romantical (It’s also just a huge trope). The effect of school being the topic of their interaction "we should probably get to school, eh?" is prominent considering that it is home to their rivalry etc. I very much appreciate Gilbert in the series to ask if there were any dragons that need slaying. It shows his humour, the fantasy element but also his cockiness. So what I can't quite decipher from Gilbert following Anne to school and trying to get her to tell him her name is very vexing. The only conclusion I have come to in the respect of Anne is that she was scared; of him teasing her, of him following her until she was in the sanctuary of school or she was just generally shocked of his presence. The reason I say about the following to school is because he then comes in with her meaning it was where he was also headed to, or that she knew he wouldn't be leaving any time soon and might as well introduce herself.

The way Gilbert was asking for her name though shows immaturity though "What? Can't tell me your name?" etc

Anyway, the scene where she is rescued in the books, is their turning point.

I shall explain.

Chp 28: Gilbert obligingly rowed to the landing and Anne, disdaining assistance, sprang nimbly on shore.

‘I’m very much obliged to you,’ she said haughtily as she turned away. But Gilbert had also sprung from the boat and now laid a detaining hand on her arm.

‘Anne,’ he said hurriedly, ‘look here. Can’t we be good friends? I’m awfully sorry I made fun of your hair that time. I didn’t mean to vex you and I only meant it for a joke. Besides, it’s so long ago. I think your hair is awfully pretty now—honest I do. Let’s be friends.’ For a moment Anne hesitated. She had an odd, newly awakened consciousness under all her outraged dignity that the half-shy, half-eager expression in Gilbert’s hazel eyes was something that was very good to see. Her heart gave a quick, queer little beat. But the bitterness of her old grievance promptly stiffened up her wavering determination. That scene of two years before flashed back into her recollection as vividly as if it had taken place yesterday. Gilbert had called her ‘carrots’ and had brought about her disgrace before the whole school. Her resentment, which to other and older people might be as laughable as its cause, was in no whit allayed and softened by time seemingly. She hated Gilbert Blythe! She would never forgive him!

‘No,’ she said coldly, ‘I shall never be friends with you, Gilbert Blythe; and I don’t want to be!’

‘All right!’ Gilbert sprang into his skiff with an angry color in his cheeks. ‘I’ll never ask you to be friends again, Anne Shirley. And I don’t care either!’ He pulled away with swift defiant strokes, and Anne went up the steep, ferny little path under the maples. She held her head very high, but she was conscious of an odd feeling of regret. She almost wished she had answered Gilbert differently. Of course, he had insulted her terribly, but still—!

Honestly, she is so relatable. Anyhow. It just goes to show how instantly she regretted it, but Gilbert got the message, and "stopped" pursuing her. He was still young too don't forget. This has and hasn't happened. It kinda did in 0209, but not really, because I'm not so sure about Gilbert's nature as he had other things on his mind, and also the context of Anne being jealous.

What gets me is that "half-shy half-eager expression in Gilbert's hazel eyes"- this is what he expresses in 0104.

The fact that their first interaction in the series is of their turning point in the books, already gives them a different perception of how they are going to interact. This is a typical trope for couples do be set up, especially ones that are archaic in terms of the man saving the woman. They technically start off on good terms, where she may be grateful of him/perhaps attracted to him already.

I can't believe we missed out on him winking at her though, that was their first interaction, and yes Anne believes he is Handsome- again why I think she may have just been in silence because she was shocked.

Chp 17: "'I think your Gilbert Blythe IS handsome,’ confided Anne to Diana, ‘but I think he’s very bold. It isn’t good manners to wink at a strange girl.'"

When Gilbert offers her the apple I assume it's the equivalent of the candied heart Gilbert attempts to give her that she is an utter savage over:

Once, when nobody was looking, Gilbert took from his desk a little pink candy heart with a gold motto on it, ‘You are sweet,’ and slipped it under the curve of Anne’s arm. Whereupon Anne arose, took the pink heart gingerly between the tips of her fingers, dropped it on the floor, ground it to powder beneath her heel, and resumed her position without deigning to bestow a glance on Gilbert.

It doesn't say how he tries to get her attention though, so I like how the series actually shows the attempts of Gilbert with the apple and paper etc because again, it's ambiguous, I know that earlier films and series have shown different attempts also.

However, the reason Anne doesn't respond in the series is that she wants to be liked by people and was literally told not to look or speak to Gilbert because Ruby likes him. This can explain why the phrase was "I'm not talking to you" instead of saying how rude and hateful he was, as I have mentioned before, this goes into how his character is presented also. I will get onto the Ruby sitch later.

You also get a sense of Gilbert's character by how he was welcomed, his humour, but also the way he holds himself. He is beloved it seems by the entire class (much like Anne was in the books and comes to be, all except Josie Pye and then Billy in the series also and his miscreants to an extent). He does have that joking nature like when they ask him about the Rocky mountains claiming they were "big" and "rocky" and then also when he teases his friends, instead of the girls. He is 99% still original Gilbert though. Later when he is admiring Anne's enthusiasm when she reads and he says to Charlie "She's good, invested" it does make her more accepting to the boys. Gilbert holds a lot of influence on the class, as seen by his interactions with Billy and the other boys in the class, this acceptance of who Anne is, is likely to prevent some bullying. It's just that Billy and Josie are horrible (and I hope they redeem them because they've set it up!) and people think to much of what other think of themselves, like any child growing up in school. This is why 0104 is so important for Anne, It's all well and good that Diana is her friend, but she also falls privy to the peer pressure of school life; the whole class do like Anne in all actuality, because she is different and kind etc. Literally it's only Josie in the books that just doesn't seem to grow to love Anne. Anne is seen as being this person that comes into your life and you can't help but love her. It's what I find interesting about the slate/carrots scene.

Anyway, as you see Prissy, Tillie and also Jane all look shocked, but also sorrowful.

Prissy is more astonished because of Mr Phillips, but also when Gilbert confesses it was his fault (also does this in the books etc) he looks around to the boys in some kind of astonishment almost as if to say "shut up" or “Why”.

The only one we are shown to enjoy the display is Josie.

Though Ruby seems to be at odds because obviously Gilbert was trying to grab Anne's attention.

When Anne gives her name when they enter the school, we see the same sort of shot that is given to us in the last scene of S2

They only have switched places and the lighting is different. The camera is level, but the positioning of them shows distance, but that they are on common ground.

So when it comes to the scene where he calls her carrots its really interesting. Bearing in mind that Series Gilbert doesn't tease girls as Gilbert in the book etc does; he still has the want to gain the attention, but for Gilbert in the books it honestly sounded like he was restraining himself, but got too impatient and yanked her hair, but there is no explanation of him calling her carrots, it certainly wasn't on purpose because of his honest apology straight after they were let out of school.

‘I’m awfully sorry I made fun of your hair, Anne,’ he whispered contritely. ‘Honest I am. Don’t be mad for keeps, now.'

For some reason it's always whispering.

See this is what I don't get about Gilbert in the series, he honestly just really wanted to see her face and to talk to her because he found her intriguing, but I can understand why Anne saw him as teasing her, especially after he responded with the "You just did" and smiles. I suppose to a degree his not hearing her when he tried to give her the apple could also come across as taunting, but that bit in of itself was him being kind so it just must have messed with Anne.

But if you watch the scene where he pulls Anne's hair and calls her carrots 1. you see how cautious Gilbert was, like he was approaching a frightened deer 2. you see how Anne was on the brink of snapping anyway because she was breathing heavily 3. you see how Gilbert was still immature as he looked at her face a couple times, then looked at her hair, something in his head though "yeah, that's a good idea" (you see a quick expression on his face where he gets impatient) totally yanked her hair, still whispered carrots but still trying to look at her face even as she brought up her slate and whacked him.

Really, all he wanted was to see her face, which is incredible, but maaaannnnn he's as impatient as her! What annoys me though, he never apologised... it bothers me.

But that concludes that scene. They couldn't skip the carrots scene, it's too iconic, but it still shows you how Gilbert is still immature, it's just he's more awkward, as per with the rest of the season. Gilbert and Anne really do go the distance with staring at each other instead.

But, it is all about miscommunication! Because feelingggsssssss

I suppose I should also talk about other scenes in between such as when she reads The Fisherman, which is very fitting for them as well, mainly on the part of Gilbert.

The basis is that this fisherman lives out at sea, is lonely in the dangerous life he leads. I don't think it was a coincidence with the cinematography we had in season 2 which expresses how this poem could have fared for Gilbert. Gilbert was looking to where his calling was, that either being his vocation or where he wanted to be, he was searching and to no avail really. This restlessness can be dangerous in the metaphorical sense of not finding love, and being content with one's self. There's a bit in the poem that says "with scarce a friend" this is turned around by him befriending Bash. Without Bash and Anne's letter, I doubt Gilbert would have ever come back to Avonlea. He would have succumbed to being a restless spirit. Even when he did come home he was searching still. Gilbert had to grow up fast after his father fell ill, and then died, and so did Anne in general as it seemed as soon as she could walk, she was sent to work.

There is a significance of the apple I feel. It was either that or just an aesthetic which it most likely was, but the woops- god, he must have felt like he was being so suave.

Anyways, there isn't really much more comparison I can do, except to say the significance it gives. Afterwards there is no mention of Gilbert teasing the girls. I honestly think the teasing was just him biding the time, and then when Anne came along he was like "OMG I've found my wife". Gilbert here also has that experience as that's why he tries to get her attention just as much as any other Gilbert, and trying to get a good look at her face. He needn't look any further. I will probably go into detail later with other stuff as that's where the comparison will come in.

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hanshaped · 5 years

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love and tumble (Cherik ficlets): 2

[AO3 Version]

1 | 2 | 3 | TBC

A collection of ficlets, based on the prompt list from this post. Focused on Cherik, with possible appearances of other characters and/or ships. Various AUs, as well as canon compliant stories. There will be information about every story in the notes at the beginning: the setting, rating, characters, etc. Stories are proof-read, but not beta-ed, so I'd be grateful for any and all comments.

So, yeah. Those stories were supposed to be between 100 and 1,000 words. Yeah. Clearly, I'm incapable of writing something short, so have what started of as a short scene from the XMFC road trip, but then escalated to 3k or so words of angst, a lot of emotions, and a lot of cheesiness. I hope you'll like it, because that was a wild ride and I'm not really sure about this story.

2. “Stay here tonight.” (XMFC; Gay Mutant Road Trip)

Rating: T X-Men: First Class, Gay Mutant Road Trip Angst with a happy ending, bickering, angry confessions, mind reading, forehead touching. Warnings: internalized homophobia, an instance of homophobic language (but only one)

“I must say, I thought you’d enjoy our stay in Chicago much more,” Erik’s words break through the haze of pain that Charles does his best to suppress.

Although Erik’s tone is rather mocking, Charles can feel the waves of worry coming off of him, the man’s mind buzzing with uncertainty and distress. It would be truly touching, how much Erik seems to care for Charles’s well-being, if only the telepath wasn’t in the middle of staving off a particularly bad case of headache.

“I do enjoy it,” Charles says firmly, though his voice sounds strained even to his own ears. “There is just so many people here,” he complains, falling into the bed in hopes that the shift to a horizontal position will help.

It doesn’t. Not in the slightest.

“There’s a lot of people at the compound, too,” Erik points out, a single brow raised sceptically, which is equally as annoying as it is endearing.

“But not as many.” Charles grunts, lifting his hand up to cover his eyes and hopefully cut off some of the unforgiving brightness of the ceiling lights. “I like big cities, but they’re exhausting.”

Which is true. He’s never been the one to despise the metropolitan hustle and bustle; at the same time, however, it has never failed to tire him out beyond compare, what with the incessant chatter of thoughts of all kinds; some joyous, some furious, some anxious. Too many emotions, too much information, and even his shields hasn’t been enough to keep it all out. As a result, he’s already ended up with a splitting headache, just two days into their stay in Chicago.

“Any way I could help you?,” Erik asks from the armchair that he’s just sat in, taking his usual spot at the table they’ve been using to play chess.

His room is just down the hall, but they’ve been spending most of the time at Charles’s, their heated discussions and close-fought chess matches engaging enough to keep them up long into the night. Not that there has been anything more to it, Charles muses somewhat forlornly. Erik has no idea about Charles’s less than desirable inclinations, and it’s best if it stayed this way as Charles would rather die than lose so close a friend, the closest person he’s ever got to, perhaps beside Raven, even if it is the most gorgeous man he’s ever encountered.

“There’s really not much you can do,” Charles mutters resignedly, trying not to think about the sharp cheekbones and the piercingly magnetic eyes. “I’ll just have to suffer through it.” He squeezes his hand around his temples, wishing that the soft pressure could somehow alleviate his pain.

“Ever as dramatic,” comes Erik’s cheeky remark, which Charles would probably appreciate much more if not for his agony.

“The pot calling the kettle.” His voice sounds rather small, and yet there’s a strain of annoyance to it that Charles would normally feel sorry for, but he doesn’t have the capacity for it right now, not when his head feels as though it was about to burst.

Charles is waiting for a witty retort, but there doesn’t come any. In fact, the silence stretches for so long that Charles is ready to soldier on and look up, despite the blinding light, as he cannot put a finger on what Erik thinks at the moment, the man’s thoughts humming lightly, yet kept at bay. Luckily, Erik chooses this exact moment to speak up.

“You’re not up for the game, that is?” It’s more of a statement than a question, even if it’s laced with certain uneasiness.

Squeezing his eyes tighter, Charles allows a small sad smile to curl on his lips.

“Oh, I’d love to,” he assures weakly, trying not to make any sharp movements, “but I’m afraid my game would be rather poor tonight.”

There’s another beat of silence, and this time Charles can tell that Erik feels rather troubled and unsure of how to proceed. Charles hears a quiet sigh, followed by the sound of steps which fades as Erik walks onto the carpet. Judging by the way the light above him fades somewhat, Charles assumes that Erik must be leaning over him, even if the telepath’s too tired to open his eyes and check.

“You look miserable.” Erik’s voice is much closer now, albeit softer and more sympathetic.

“I feel miserable, too, my friend,” Charles mumbles, his words barely coherent.

The bed sinks slightly next to him, the light brightening once again, and Charles almost gives in to the urge to turn to his side, away from where Erik is now sitting.

“Is there really nothing I could do?”

Charles feels a feather-like touch on his shoulder, which quickly vanishes. He has to force himself not to lean closer to his companion.

“No.” The word leaves his mouth more sharply than he intended, but Charles doesn’t find it in himself to care, what with his willpower seriously dwindling.

He knows what he really wants to tell Erik, and yet, at the same time, he knows it is the last thing he’d like his friend to hear. Besides, Charles is certain that it wouldn’t help now, not in the middle of their road trip, with nowhere to run to, and with that terrible headache.

“Are you sure?” Erik is relentless in his hunt for a solution to Charles’s discomfort, something that, were the circumstances more congenial, could even be quite sweet.

But all that Charles wants right now is to bury himself beneath the sheets in a futile attempt to make himself disappear. Well, that’s not exactly accurate, although Charles would rather avoid naming all those other things which he so strongly desires—like the touch of those lips, swollen from kissing, on his skin, those elegant nimble fingers running down his spine…

Charles flops himself onto his stomach, struggling to quell the arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach. It’s ridiculous, really—his head is pounding—but his mind manages to conjure those images anyway—so inappropriate, so enticingly… wrong. A quiet groan escapes Charles’s throat. He knows all too well that the attraction to people of your own sex isn’t all that uncommon, and yet there is that venomous voice at the back of his mind whispering to him how unacceptable it is, how deviant.

“You’re testing my patience, Erik,” Charles mumbles into the pillow, pushing all those unwanted thoughts aside.

“You’re a liability to our mission in that state, Charles,” Erik states from somewhere above him, and if it was anyone else, Charles would feel a little hurt at the mere suggestion that he’s a liability. But it’s Erik, who tends to say such things to hide how much he truly cares, which didn’t escape Charles’s attention. Perhaps it’s even one of the reasons why he might be in…

No. He cannot let himself finish that sentence.

“If there’s anything I could do,” Erik continues, as close to pleading as he could ever get, clearly unaware of Charles’s momentary distraction, “I’ll do it. I’d rather not have you so—” vulnerable, Charles can swear that he hears, the thought flowing seamlessly into his mind, though he’s not sure if it’s something Erik has unconsciously projected, or just a creation of his exhausted, aching head, “—unwell,” the man says instead, his voice somewhat strained.

With every passing second, Erik’s worry, washing over Charles’s mind, is much harder to bear. Charles isn’t used to anybody caring that much—even Raven, worried about him as she is, tends to get annoyed rather than envelope him with soothing thoughts. And Charles understands that, he truly does; it is frustrating and scary, after all, if you don’t know what to do to help somebody very close to you. So as not to burden anyone else with his troubles, Charles has quickly learnt how to face them on his own. Now, the fact that somebody might be that determined to soothe his pain somehow is, quite frankly, disconcerting.

“That’s touching, truly,” Charles continues to speak to the pillow, not ready to lift his head and look at Erik just yet, “but trust me, you wouldn’t want to do anything of the sort.”

He’s so drained, tired of his headache and that whole conversation. There has to be a way to convince Erik to let go and simply leave the room, so that Charles can try to face him tomorrow morning, hopefully in a much better shape.

“I said ‘anything’ and I mean it,” Erik says sternly, his tenacity becoming genuinely irksome.

“Oh, for God’s sake…,” Charles grunts, quietly enough that he isn’t even sure if Erik has heard it, but he can’t bring himself to care, not when there’s anger slowly building up in his mind, encompassing it like a nasty fog.

“Don’t be stubborn, Charles.”

This time Charles cannot help himself and he turns his head in order to gaze up at Erik, the reins on his anger almost slipping.

“Really?,” Charles asks incredulously, his voice surprisingly cutting. “Who’s stubborn?”

Erik takes a deep breath, stopping himself from reaching over to Charles, his hand suspended halfway between them. It’s obvious that he’s on the verge of losing his temper as well, but in a rather out-of-character move for him, he manages to rein his emotions in, his whole attention focused on Charles, who belatedly realizes that his own quite uncharacteristic outburst might’ve had the opposite effect to the one he desired.

“What do you want me to do?” Erik’s voice is surprisingly patient, his expression calm, though his distress is evident in those kaleidoscopic eyes of his.

Charles heaves a sigh, knowing well that Erik’s worry is warranted and his anger isn’t. Perhaps he cannot voice what he really wants aloud, but he should at least get himself under control, he owes Erik this much. After all, it isn’t the man’s fault that Charles has developed some undesirable feelings for him.

“You wouldn’t want that,” he mutters dejectedly, averting his eyes as he feels a phantom burning sensation in the vicinity of his heart.

Not seeing Erik’s face, Charles can only hear the hiss of his steady breathing, an old clock ticking somewhere in the background. The telepath hasn’t heard the latter sound before, but suddenly it’s all he can focus on, as if it could take him somewhere else, away from that conversation.

Erik’s voice puts him out of his reverie as the man says, a little exasperated, “How could you know if you didn’t ask?”

For a fleeting moment, Charles is under the impression that Erik can see right through him; that he’s aware of all of Charles’s perverse desires. That is a dangerous thought, however, sparking up too much of the silly hope which has still managed to bloom in his heart. He squashes it mercilessly.

If knowing what Charles wants from him is what Erik so desperately desires, Charles can give it to him and end this ridiculous charade once and for all.

“Stay here tonight. With me.” His throat is tight and feels as dry as if Charles hasn’t had a sip of water in ages. Despite all of that, his voice comes out exceptionally firm, not cracking even once. “Here, I said it,” he adds as soon as he sees the realization dawn on Erik’s face. This time his voice does break, hopelessly, so that he has to whisper the second half of the sentence. “Now you can storm out of the room, appalled that you’ve befriended a fag,” Charles spits out, the words leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

He knows he shouldn’t say that. It’s hurtful—to him, to many other people. And yet, it’s easier if he says it; if he doesn’t have to hear it coming from Erik’s lovely mouth.

Erik stares at him for what feels like an eternity, his face nothing more than a blank mask. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t say anything, barely even keeps breathing.

“Is this what you think I would do?,” he asks eventually, his voice as emotionless as his expression.

Feeling himself breaking under the heaviness constricting his chest and the weight of that judging gaze, Charles just snorts, “Wouldn't you?” Erik’s mind seems calm, but there’s clearly something boiling under the seemingly tranquil surface. Charles doesn’t even want to take a look—he couldn’t dive in, not now of all times. “I shouldn’t…” He turns his head, burying it in the pillow, so he doesn’t have to watch Erik walk away from his room and from his life. “It’s wrong.”

Those last two words are so quiet, a barely audible murmur, that Charles is taken aback when Erik asks, “Do you really think so?”

His voice is disturbingly stiff, but Charles forbears from turning back towards him. He’s capable of enduring that conversation, keeping himself from falling into pieces, as long as he doesn’t have to look into Erik’s face and witness the inevitable rejection and repulsion with his own eyes.

“I can’t have this conversation right now.” Charles doesn’t even know how he manages to speak, yet the words flow out of his mouth tiredly, as if on its own accord. “Just— Go. We can have a fight in the morning.” He buries himself deeper into the sheets.

There’s a sudden shift on the surface of Erik’s mind and it flashes with disbelief, the myriad of scattered thoughts flying around like fireflies, too fast for Charles to catch, his throbbing head successfully preventing him from fully reading his friend’s reaction.

“How could you not know?” Erik asks unbelievingly, his voice remarkably quiet.

Charles can’t help but shift to his side, taken aback by that question. It’s not what he expected, and when he looks up to Erik’s face, he doesn’t find anything he anticipated either—only shock and… hurt?

“Know what?” Suddenly, Charles feels very small, racking his brain for a crucial detail he might’ve missed somewhere among the flurry of the past few weeks.

“You said you knew everything about me.” Erik remains tense, his eyes studying Charles closely.

“I might’ve exaggerated a little,” Charles admits, less bashful than he’d normally be, too tired to care about those things right now. Too tired to stand it any longer. He buries his face in his hands, saying from underneath his palms, “Now, if you please, I’d like to try to get asleep and inevitably fail, caught between my headache and my heartache.”

Charles is about to flop back to his stomach, maybe curl into a ball, when a pair of hands grasp his wrists, pulling them away. The light blinds Charles for a moment, but as soon as he recovers, he finds himself facing Erik, his friend's expression wary, but determined.

"Charles, shut up,” he says forcefully, his mind buzzing anxiously, resembling a huge beehive, which does very little to help Charles ease his headache. “Normally, I would yell at you, but I’ll just say that you’re an idiot.” Erik sets his jaw, searching Charles’s face for a moment. “Get inside my mind,” he demands, his voice unyielding.

“You know I can’t— I wouldn’t—” Charles tries to explain, however, before he even has the chance to finish, he’s interrupted.

“Just do it.” And Charles knows that he won’t talk Erik out of it.

"Okay.” He nods, the skin of his cheek brushing against the pillow. Bracing himself for a wave of pain, he slowly hoists himself into a sitting position. He can’t help but wince when he feels the ache flaring up. “Here I go, then. Just, fair warning, my headache is quite bad, so if I’ll end up—"

“Charles,” Erik says warningly through gritted teeth.

“Okay,” the telepath relents, reaching to Erik’s temple with trembling hands.

As soon as his fingertips touch the soft skin, Charles feels his mind being surrounded by the whirlwind of thoughts of sensations, coloured with different feelings, dancing around him, some of them overwhelming him with their intensity. There’s a current of determination cursing around him, although there are streaks of cautiousness intertwined with it. After a long moment of marvelling over the strength of Erik’s feelings, not as jumbled and chaotic as his own, Charles becomes aware that there is something else behind that determination; something that he’s currently being pulled to. It’s Erik, Charles realizes with a start, who’s drawing him in that direction, as if he wants to show him something. Charles complies with this unspoken plea and what he finds is beyond his wildest dreams.

All of a sudden, he is swept up in a swell of something so intense, so passionate, and so warm that he barely resists the urge to pull himself out of Erik’s mind. Luckily, he stays there long enough to see it—or rather sense it, see it with his mind’s eye—his own face, almost alight, bathed in warm light, a pair of hauntingly blue eyes looking back at him with so much kindness and compassion that he doesn’t recognize himself at first. It can’t be him, that man is simply too perfect.

He’s not perfect, Charles hears, echoing softly in his mind. But that’s why he’s beautiful.

Unable to bear it anymore, Erik’s feelings too deep and astounding, Charles pulls himself sharply back to the present, back to the man before him who watches him carefully.

“Do you really think so?,” he hears himself ask, and only after the words have already left his mouth does he realize that he’s echoed Erik’s words from before.

This time, though, they are far from the shocked hurt that Erik must’ve felt at the moment. Charles’s voice is small, vulnerable, yet filled with amazement.

"Oh, Kindskopf…” Erik slowly reaches out and gently brushes a few strands of Charles’s floppy hair behind the telepath’s ear, clearly using this as an opportunity to stroke Charles’s cheek while retracting his hand, delicately, with just the tips of his fingertips. Even if he knew German better, Charles doubts that he’d be in the right mind to translate what Erik’s just said. And yet, he has a feeling that it wasn’t something particularly nice, though the way in which Erik said it, with so much affection, makes him question that thought. “How can someone so smart be so stupid?”

There’s a small smile curling in the corners of Erik’s lips, and even through the pain, which somehow ended up being pushed to the back of Charles’s mind anyway, the telepath can’t focus on anything else but that minute, yet enticing movement.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” Charles asks, not even ashamed of how pleading his voice sounds.

Erik doesn’t mind anyway.

“I will,” the man says simply, leaning closer to Charles, close enough that their foreheads are touching.

Charles allows his eyes to shut, enjoying the warm and soothing feeling encompassing his mind. Basking in it, he notices that his pain is slowly letting go, tuning in to Erik’s mind providing him with a much needed reprieve from all those voices around him. It is a truly exhilarating discovery, that not only didn’t Charles give his friend a headache because of their mental contact, but his own actually alleviated. Or maybe it’s all been thanks to being surrounded by the purest, strongest feeling possible.

Love.

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Kindskopf — silly boy (Or that's how I'd translate it to English, at least; sorry, my knowledge of German is quite limited, so I'd appreciate being corrected if I'm wrong.)

#cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #x men #xmcu #xmfc #x-men: first class #gay mutant road trip #angst with a happy ending #(or rather a sappy ending)#bickering #angry confessions #tw homophobic language #cherik fanfic #my fanfiction #hanshaped writes #and mumbles

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melalot · 6 years

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About VLD Season 7

waI’m just making this post about my overall view of Season 7, and just my opinion on it and maybe shed some light in what seems to be a storm happening right now on Tumblr.

First of all I’m gonna do a run down of character by character then the plot.

Hunk: I am pretty sure we can all agree that this was Hunk’s great arc. And honestly? It was amazing! Guys! I never ever heard of Hunk talking about his families in the previous seasons! So we just saw this side of Hunk who honestly just loves his family? But I am going to back track here. Hunk got a new ability with his bayard!

Here is what I am most impressed about Hunk this season. He was the one keeping the team together, and he was the glue. When they were stranded in space, we could clearly see Hunk not participating much in the “Sound off” but we did get to hear about his inner emotions. His fantasies about Earth. Hunk has grown so much though?? Like, when Keith was being all negative and the rest of the team HE held them together HE was the one who was vulnerable and said “I am scared too, we are just taking this out on each other out of fear.”

And when Keith and Lance were fighting, and Keith flew away, and was going mad, he was the one who didn’t let him go, even though Keith wanted to, he was the one who didn’t lure them in the trap over Earth. Hunk showed so much potential this season and I love that we finally got his arc?

Getting back to Earth though, man, he was so happy to finally be the place he calls home, and we could see how DEVASTATED he was to see it just CRUMBLE. When Hunk saw his teammates reunite with their families, he looked really happy for them. It broke me to see that Hunk couldn’t come to a family, but later on when talking to Keith, he broke. Saying how he fantasized about coming to a peaceful Earth, that he took for granted how the best welcoming he could of gotten was from his own family. And with the help of his teammates and Keith, he was strong. He looked for his family. He was scared. But the thing about Hunk is that he knows this, he acknowledges his feelings, he doesn’t push them aside. He works with it and is brave. And honestly Hunk went from someone who didn’t even wanna go and save the universe, to a person who grew to care about so many people. He finally got reunited with his family in the end and with Shay, it was lovely.

Keith: Alright! I know there was some controversy with Keith this season but I want to leave my input. I don’t like it that when Keith has one fall back, you make it seem like his development was a waste. Like when he was going mad, or when he said those hurtful things to his team, when he made fun of Lance. Guys!!! Keith is still HUMAN! (I mean he’s half Galra) BUT GUYS!! Keith is STILL developing. He isn’t going to turn into a different person like poof magic. No it takes time. He is still developing as a person, and yes he’s going to have fall backs like any other person! But guess what? He WAS MATURE and acknowledged it and APOLOGIZED. Now THAT is maturity, realizing your actions and knowing when to apologize for it. Keith was an awesome leader, I don’t care what you guys say. He went from being a reckless shit to doing things on his own to actually trying to keep the team together, because it was best for everyone. That even if they were lost in space or in any situation, they had each other. He knew everyones weakness and strong points, and he never downgraded someone. And Keith giving advice and being more open and Vulnerable? What he said to Hunk, that to be Brave you can be scared but you also can be strong while still being in fear. He saw a teammate, no... his friend going through some heavy shit and comforted him. Keith has grown a lot guys, I just wish you guys wouldn’t let these small fall backs just bombard this whole image of Keith. Keith was a foster child, no mother, father passed away, had conduct issues, got close to Shiro in the Garrison, had him missing, tried to find Voltron, he went from being a lone ass wolf to someone who can now stay with his team and call them friends. He truly cares about his team and he is not selfish.

Keith and Krolia: Now I loved, their relationship this season. Yes we got a little less screen time, but think about the things we did see? Them stuck in the prisoner thing from the generals. Her along side him in the Black Lion. Her pulling up a Simulator game and bonding with Keith and his friends. She was being a mother. And that scene where she said she was going to help Kolivan. We saw how distraught Keith looked, it looked like his world was crashing down, he just got his mother and now she has to leave again. Now Keith from the previous seasons would of been pissed off and let his emotions override him. But no, she said she was sorry to leave him for a second time and he said that it wasn’t goodbye. He knew they would see each other again. He gave her the knife, and he thanked her for the time he spent with her. He really cherished those moments with his mother. Then she said she loved him, and he said he loves her back, and he called her Mom TWICE in this scene, and then that hug? Gosh, That was such an emotional scene, he’s accepting feelings and he has finally accepted Krolia as his mother. This is exactly what I wanted from their relationship. Then obviously at the end she met back up with him at the hospital, which it was nice to see Keith wake up to a loved one.

Pidge: Now I don’t really have much for Pidge, but I do know she has been getting a lot of hate. And guys, I know she’s said hurtful things, especially to Lance. But she is also the youngest crew member there. She was away from her brother and father for such a long time and never gave up on them. Pidge still has some developing to do, but she does care for Lance guysss!!! Pidge is a pretty dense person, she’s got so many things on her mind that she doesn’t know that when she says something, it rubs off the wrong way sometimes, Lance has been shown to always have a front, and Pidge just hasn’t seen that he is actually hurt. I just want this Pidge hate to stop, like come on guys just relax this is normal and happens in real life, she will realize at some point and apologize.

Allura: Allura had a step back this season, but we saw more of her powers and her determination. Even though Earth wasn’t her home planet, she knew what it was like to lose her home and would do anything to protect another’s home. At the beginning Allura seemed annoyed at Lance, not going to lie. But then she suddenly, blushed and told him to stay safe? There is no doubt that Allura and Lance have developed a lot together, and Allura does care for Lance a lot. I loved this. I just hope Allura and Lance aren’t forced together because I mean, that would really suck... Allura is not over Lotor, we saw how she reacted when they were talking about him, I think she’s caught up on how good of a friend Lance has been to her, that she’s confused. But Allura was great this season!

Shiro: Shiro seemed like a mentor this whole time to me, which was really nice actually. He was the one that opened the Paladins minds into connecting with their Lions, that they can do anything, and he could PILOT ATLAS, he was such a strong captain, and Shiro has gone through so much? I’m actually pretty upset that Adam got killed off and Shiro only got 2 seconds to grieve, but they were at war and were under a clock, Shiro will have time to grieve on his own. He was the voice and he fought Sendak himself. Shiro is a true warrior, and I respect him a lot.

Lance: Finally, my thoughts on Lance! First of all, I love Lance. Second of all, we have seen Lance bouncing around this season, by that I mean. We have seen times where he’s silly, times where he’s angry, and times where he’s sad and can’t pull up a front anymore. One thing I noticed is that Lance accepted Death like 3 times or more this whole season. And its honestly pretty sad. I will show images here

Lance reuniting was his family was really sweet, we can tell he has a soft spot for his nieces and nephews. And even though he is the youngest, he is still protective of Veronica, but Veronica is also protective of him. This is sibling love. I loved how Veronica joined the garrison and has become this big part in the war in battling to save Earth, and we got to see her battle along side with Lance. That moment when Lance was calling Red and Red wouldn’t come to him, broke my heart and I will show the image but Lance was ready to accept Death along side his sister, the first thing he did was make sure she was safe. We really have a look on his relationship with his family, but we couldn’t have very big moments since it was war time.

Veronica teasing Lance about Allura was sweet, but Lance’s reactions were pretty off. I saw somewhere on a post that Lance would actually talk about his feelings for Allura with a loved one if he was sure of it, but he didn’t seem so sure. In fact he was denying it. He’s not ready to be vulnerable. I think things are changing here. (Plus Lance didn’t even flirt with Romelle lmao) + Lance protecting Pidge was so cute.

My Hopes: Honestly this is mainly Lance things but, we have gotten flash backs from everybody besides Lance. Pidge got flasbacks, Hunk got them this season, Keith got them this season along with Season 6, so did Shiro. And Lance, we never really have gotten much from him? Here is what I want to know.

-We know why every Paladin joined the Garrison besides Lance, so why did he join?

-We don’t know much about Lance’s past besides certain moments from the garrison or some memories with his family or movies.

-Now, I want a closure with Lance. I want Season 8 to be his arc. He needs it. We need him coming to terms with his emotions and how to solve them. I need these answers.

-I want to know about his sword

Klance: Alright here are my thoughts with Klance this season. We had pretty good interactions, not going to lie and I will post the images here and do a quick run down one by one!

Keith could of chosen anyone to lead but he chose Lance, and I’m pretty sure this isn’t just because he is the right hand of Voltron, he see’s potential in him and trusts him. And Lance is so worried when Keith leaves on his own??

2nd part

Seem familiar?

I am paralleling this because! Lance said something nice about Keith when he didn’t have enough energy to pull up a front. This moment between them mattered a lot to Keith, he even has those lines under his eyes to show a pained expression. Lance denied the bonding moment because he wasn’t emotionally ready to accept it. Keith was hurt by that. Now, Lance said something nice about Keith, acknowledged him and a moment. Keith then wasn’t emotionally ready and rubbed off the wrong way. Come on guys, you know they bicker, yes its gotten better but they also haven’t seen each other in a long time and they’re all stressed with war and under pressure, they don’t have BREAKS!

Also these moments

Honestly, I think Lance was letting out hurt feelings. He was hurt when Keith left, we know this, there was something missing with him ever since we left, I don’t need to pull up the screen shots for you guys to know that Lance was hurt when Keith left, he said he was going to miss him, and he had the best reaction when Keith came back too. BUT THERE WAS NO TIME FOR TALKING, THE UNIVERSE WAS AT STAKE PLEASE TAKE THIS INTO CONSIDERATION!!

Notice how Keith didn’t say anything back to Lance? He just accepted it and even flew off just BECAUSE LANCE TOLD HIM TO?!? Like guys c’mon lol.

Honestly this just reminded me of their friendship. So yeah!

Now, I’m not saying “ohh klance still has a chance” I honestly don’t know at this point. As far from my knowledge.

Allurance seems forced. I honestly think there might be a love triangle in Season 8 between Allura Keith and Lance. and this is why I think that.

LM said that Lance will be with someone from the beginning of the show with someone from the very first episode. Lots of Klance was hinted, but Allurance was also in the way. They said Lance’s end game would be a slow burn and Klance is a pretty slow burn... also Keith has all the qualities Lance wants. Lance can be vulnerable with Keith. As of now he can’t with Allura, he doubts his feelings around his friends and others. because he is afraid of not being taken seriously. I don’t think this is love. But we will see. I mean We just got to wait you know?

The thing is I also think Season 8 won’t have so much battles, it is 13 episodes, Sendak, Lotor, and Zarkon are dead. Earth is safe, Haggar is still out there but they can defend Earth now, yes the Altaen thing is still a mystery but I don’t think it would take so many episodes to defeat Haggar, it usually takes 2 episodes or 3 just to defeat a the enemy. Season 8 has a lot of potential to give us a lot of answers and closure we need.

We need Lance and Keith’s relationship to patch up, we need them to catch up, we need them to fucking fix this and TALK one on one, with no pressure and let things out. Lance was clearly affected, and I think Keith will realize this.

We need Lance talking to SOMEONE about all his insecurities, we need someone to take him seriously, and I think with his family with him, he will feel stronger. Maybe even Veronica will be the one that helps with this since she was such a big part of Season 7.

I want to know why Shiro is Lance’s hero, I want to know his past, I want to know all of this.

I want to see Pidge apologize and tell Lance he is like a brother to her.

Hunk has already realized things have been off with Lance but he hasn’t had time to bring it up.

Allura can talk to Lance, I want a closure on Allurance as well, these feelings need to be spoken of.

And if Bi Lance arc is still a possibility, then that would be great.

As of now I hope Season 8 is just a closure season and gives us all the answers we want and see development, answers and closure. Season 7 was really rushed because they were at constant war, there was no breather ever, you guys have to understand that. Things have to be put aside sometimes when you have to fight. Just stop hating on the season so much like guys!

They said Voltron wasn’t a romance series, it was an action cartoon!

We have GREAT characters!

Romance is just something to have fun with. Now I know you guys want LGBT rep and trust me, I want it too, I don’t like what they did to Adam, but lets wait, things happen for a reason, and we will probably get those answers before or after season 8. For the mean time, relax, let out your energy, and just lay the hype down more for the next season. I know we got kinda baited but we don’t have to get overly upset.

GUYS THIS SEASON HAD A GREAT PLOT AND THE BATTLES WERE AMAZING I WAS ON EDGE THE WHOLE TIME STOP HATING SM OVER SHIPS JUST CHILL FOR A SEC LOL

I know this was long and I appreciate those who read it lol.

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wonderlustlucas · 6 years

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dancing through our house - kim yugyeom

⇢ prompt Feet don’t dance like they did with you.—“ghost of you” by 5 seconds of summer ⇢ pairing yugyeom x female reader ⇢ word count 2.5k ⇢ genre some fluff, but mainly heavy angst ⇢ warnings main character death; descriptions of anxiety & depression ⇢ summary In which some things are impossible to forget. ⇢ a/n this be hella sad i think i cried the whole time writing this. listen to the song for optimum sadness. my friend read this earlier and told me to quote what she said sooo: BUT LIKE EVEN THOUGH IT HITS YOU AT THE CORE AND YOUR LIKE WOW THIS IS SO GOOD YOUR ALSO LIKE FUCK THIS AUTHOR CAUSE WOW IM CRYIN

“You’re too pretty for a shitty place like this,” you commented boldly; however, no trace of humor laced your tone and, casual as ever, you took a long gulp from your red plastic cup as Yugyeom leaned against the marble island, speechless because he was the one that spent hours planning for this moment. He was the one that had an insufferable crush on your pretty face from the moment he tumbled headfirst, literally, into your life. Days had rolled into weeks which rolled into months and he simply could never bottle up all his feelings and serve them as they were, “Today’s the day,” he told himself practically every morning, yet as soon as he marched into the lecture hall with the courage of an ex-One Direction fan slash current K-pop fan and found you so, so effortlessly beautiful amongst your circle of friends, his tail shot between his legs and, alas, “Tomorrow. Tomorrow’s the day.”

And so, when Yugyeom’s first ever university end of year party rolled around, BamBam, Jeongguk, and Mingyu thrust an absurd amount of shots down his esophagus and propelled him like a rocket to where you concocted some sort of drink, he was ready this time. He was going to grab the bull—no, not a bull, you’re too pretty to even be labeled as some sort of animal—by the horns and spill out every last ounce of his emotions until his lungs collapsed, whether you remembered him from the first day of freshman orientation nearly six months ago when he oh-so-gracefully smacked your iced coffee right out of your hands or not. He was here now, prepared to do whatever it took to sweep you off your feet, not vice versa.

“You didn’t give me a chance to get to the good part of this conversation,” Yugyeom grumbled, ruffling his hair with his hands, he saw—he saw your eyes follow the motion and his heart absolutely picked up to a detrimental rate. “Wait,” you smiled—or was that a smirk you were hiding?—and added an ungodly amount of rum to your cup, “I think this is where you’re finally going to tell me how you feel and I’d rather embarrass myself drunk than embarrass myself sober because, I’ll have you know, I nearly shit my pants every time I see you.”

Suddenly Yugyeom’s tongue was pulsing like a heart in his very dry mouth and he most definitely misheard you—right? “Is that a good shit, or a bad shit?”

You laughed, a sound so sickly sweet he fleetingly considered smashing his head through the wall until your answer blessed his ears, “Nah, it’s a good shit. I heard you were head over heels for me, or something like that, back in January and I thought you’d come talk to me but—ah, never mind. Needless to say, we were both dumb for not just speaking up.”

“Does this mean if I ask you on a date you won’t reject me?” Yugyeom let out a shaky laugh, mesmerized with the way your skin glowed under the kitchen’s dimmed lights, he fought the urge not to cup your face and instead opted for stepping closer, breathing in your rosy perfume and nearly losing his shit, when you responded with a bashful smile.

“Yeah,” you sighed, much more breathless than you’d like to be, “you don’t have to worry about that anytime soon. Unless, of course, you’re a total dickhead or a terrible kisser,” you snorted, a noise usually found unpleasant but Yugyeom wanted nothing more than to prove to the world no fresh-out-of-the-pussy puppy was cuter than you; however, his prize-winning grin faltered when you went on, “which by the way, I think we should totally test that out. You know, in case you are a terrible kisser and I have time to back out of this dating proposition.”

Yugyeom didn’t need to be asked twice and yanked you forward so quickly you yelped, but, the gentleman he is, steadied you against his chest and dipped down to kiss you without a single drop of hesitation. His lips found yours effortlessly, heart singing with joy when you gasped against his mouth but melted into his arms nevertheless, his tongue ran along the seam of your lips, and he could just barely taste a hint of Doritos cheese as—

The shrieking of his cellphone like an angry rattlesnake renders Yugyeom’s peaceful dreaming of the beginning of his relationship with you nearly 3 years ago cut short-lived, he lets out an aggravated groan, slapping around the mattress aimlessly for the device before pressing down on the off button to shut the annoying blaring off.

Brain still clouded with sleep, Yugyeom flips onto his stomach and sighs blissfully, stretching his arm out to the pillows on the left side in order to determine whether you’ve already left for work or not.

Upon feeling the icy touch of the sheets Yugyeom rolls over to your side, relishing in mornings like these: he’s home, you’ll be home soon, he can spend the rest of the day—the whole day!—with you. Cheek pressed against your pillows, Yugyeom inhales a hefty breath of your scent, filling his lungs and brain with the jasmine and vanilla perfume from your shampoo. He smiles into the coolness of the downy pillow, contemplating whether he wants to send you good morning meme until, like a shit ton of bricks dumped on his head, the weight of the world falling on his shoulders, the realization hits Yugyeom slowly, cruelly.

He realizes, upon impact, that whether he texted your phone or not—you won’t answer. He could text you a million times a minute, call you even, and you wouldn’t answer because you’re not here. Eyelids fluttering open within milliseconds, Yugyeom jerks away from your side of the bed with a choke, clawing the sheets as he flies from the bed, nearly crumbling to the floor but catching a grip against the windowsill. You’re gone.

Breathless and with your smell multiplying like cells in his senses, Yugyeom reaches for the closest thing—one of his pillows hanging lopsided off the mattress—and pelts it to the wall across from where he stands, heaving, watching with disappointment as it thumps against the brick lightly and, consequently, not unleashing any of his pent-up emotions. Your beautiful heart isn’t even beating.

But he knows if you were here, you’d tell him he would be just fine.

The red and black and white grain muddling Yugyeom’s vision begins to clear as he chokes on air, the briny taste of tears enters his mouth when he licks his chapped lips and when did he start crying?

Six feet underground. Like the past thirty-three days, Yugyeom blinks away the rest of his tears and waits until they’re dribbling down his cheeks to wipe them, he lets out a shaky breath and proceeds with his day, plucking up the pillow and setting it back on the bed like you would’ve asked him to.

When he leaves the bedroom and makes way for the kitchen, he winces at the eerie silence of the apartment aside from the incessant percussion of birds singing outside the living room window and occasional creaking of the attendants an apartment above and decides some Chris Brown could do. Swinging open the refrigerator door, Yugyeom sighs at what’s inside—or, better, there lack of—and decides, he really needs to go grocery shopping; a half-empty gallon of milk, three eggs left in the carton, what’s left of the sliced bread, and four bottles of soju that has turned into medicine to cure his headaches and panic attacks rather than a way to enjoy nights like he used to with you.

Despite the persistent growling from his gut, Yugyeom only reaches for the milk, sets it down on the counter and hums—he hums!—something so insignificant but something he hasn’t done since your accident as he reaches for the dishwasher and pulls the door open. His humming stops when he catches sight of your coffee cup inside, mauve lipstick stain faded even more from the day before and he knows if he wants it to stay he has to stop using it every morning, but a part of him cannot help but reach for it because it’s just another part of you.

His stomach churns and keeps churning and suddenly Yugyeom’s head is heavy and saliva is flooding his mouth and he’s burning hotter than the star that keeps our planet alive and he scrambles to the stainless steel and heaves into the sink, expelling everything from his belly, which, ultimately, is nothing. Yugyeom dry-heaves, once, twice, before inhaling a shuddering breath, drool dripping from his lips and down his chin until he hastily wipes it away. With his appetite stolen like a rug whipped away from beneath his feet, Yugyeom slams the dishwasher door closed, the contents angrily rattling inside, and leaves the milk on the counter for he could not give less of a shit.

A cold shower fixes everything, love, you would say, the cold-shower freak yourself, he nods to himself, a cold shower will do, Yugyeom makes way for the bathroom and strips from his clothes that seem to stick to his sweaty body, twists the shower knob just slightly so the stream is at its coldest possible temperature before whipping aside the curtain and stepping inside. Yugyeom shudders at the contact of water against his skin, goosebumps spreading across his body head to toe and he presses himself against the wall, shivers wracking his body, squeezing his eyes tighttighttightuntil it all goes away, until he’s numb, until your standing beside him again.

His body, at some point, numbs to the frigid water and he finally backs away from the wall to stand underneath the shower head, running his hands through his raven hair, rubbing the crust away from his eyes, washing up quickly and using your body cleanser instead of his own. When Yugyeom’s finished, he dries off quickly and wraps the towel low on his hip, but frowns when he enters your bedroom because you’re not there to tell him how hot he is and how lucky you are, in which he would tackle your cute ass and smother your face in kisses, which, eventually, lead to his towel on the floor and your clothes dropped next to it.

A dinging notification from Yugyeom’s phone still buried beneath his pillows snaps him back to reality and he wanders over, scrolling through his notifications from the newest to the oldest.

DabDab🤮– 1:42 PM Hey bud. Hope ur getting there. Call me

Missed Call from DabDab🤮 – 11:23 AM

Missed Call from 🅱️eon 🅱️eongguk – 10:14 AM

Yugyeom sighs—he knows he should be grateful his friends care, but he simply does not care enough for himself to constantly answer their nagging questions. He contemplates ignoring it, he could shove the device back under the pillows and answer it tomorrow like he usually does, but he’s gone three days without talking to one of them and so, guilt makes up his mind and he’s tapping away until BamBam’s voice disturbs the deadened ambiance Yugyeom’s created in your bedroom.

“Hey! You called,” BamBam’s voice fills the hair, Yugyeom can almost see the smile, and falls back onto the mattress.

“I called.”

“I know you don’t want to talk, which I understand. But I want you to do me a favor,” BamBam goes on, Yugyeom pinches the bridge of his nose, biting back a sharp retort, “I want you to use that damn well-spent studio the two of you have in your apartment and freestyle. Just an hour. I know you were coming up for a choreo to something, I don’t know, but go do that.”

Yugyeom pauses, considering the idea, but shuts it down quickly because he does not want to do anything but lie here, “I can’t. Not today.”

“Yugyeom, you’ve said that to everything. I know you’re not doing anything, and I don’t blame you. But if there’s one thing you still have and love, that’s dancing. And I’m not arguing with you over this. Please, just do this. For me.”

Yugyeom hears the crack in his best friend’s voice, he can feel the pain through the phone, another ache to add to his poor heart, “I can’t go in that room without her, Bam.”

“You’ve had dance before you had ___, Yugyeom. You shared dance with her, you grew with her from it. You can do it without her. Do it for her, she’d be proud. Okay?”

Yugyeom swallows the lump in his throat, the tears threatening to spill from his burning eyes and his bottom lip trembles, “Okay.”

“Okay. Don’t say okay again, I’m not Augustus Waters,” BamBam chuckles, sniffling on his line and Yugyeom knows he’s crying too but manages to crack a smile, “okay. Fuck! I said it again. Alright, go dance your heart out for a little and take care of yourself. Also, don’t be a stranger. Please.”

Yugyeom nods, digging his knuckle into his eye to stop the tears, he croaks out, “Okay. Thanks, man. See you.”

He hangs up a moment later to let the tears spill freely.

An hour later, Yugyeom stands in the doorway of his—your—dance room, glaring questioningly at the mirrored walls around him, his pitiful reflection staring back at him. Do it for you, he tells himself, stepping inside and clicking the door shut behind him.

Yugyeom stretches his tense muscles, avoiding looking at himself in the mirror in fear he’ll back out or conjure up a mental image of your bruised and bloodied body in the hospital, he mustn’t think about it or else it’ll only get worse. He scrolls through his downloaded songs, zoned in on something other than you for the first time in weeks, going back and forth between a few options before caving in to another Chris Brown bop he cannot get away from.

Just like before, Yugyeom tells himself after his first slip-up, swinging his leg too far to the side and so he begins again, carrying himself with utmost grace and sharp, fluid movements but he shakes his head a minute and a half in—not good enough. “One, two, three, four,” he whispers to himself, starting from the top for the seventh time, he glides and twists and pulls and—

And he blanks hardly thirty seconds in, pausing, staring into his reflection, shuddering for oxygen, long hair tousled from the quick movements, limbs screaming at the sudden usage, and he can’t wrap his mind around what follows next.

“I can’t do it,” Yugyeom says to no one in particular, balling his fists at his sides before collapsing onto the smooth laminate, he looks to the corner of the room and if he squints hard enough, he can imagine you standing there, telling him he can do it, but his tears blur his vision so he buries his head between his knees, “I can’t do it without you.”

And Yugyeom cries for the thirty-third day, for his feet don’t dance like they used to with you.

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randomfandomimagine · 6 years

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Jealousy (Eleven)

Character: Eleven

Fandom: Stranger Things

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Non Romantic

Title: Jealousy

Requested by anon:

Can you do a eleven x female reader. :) Where like the reader is hanging out with max a lot and eleven gets possessive and jealous.

A/N: I still haven’t watched Season 2 yet, but I have a slight idea of how Max is, so I hope this was accurate. I also know it’s short, but I wasn’t too inspired for it, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

I kept an eye on Eleven, but she refused to walk alongside us. I noticed how she eyed Max, or should I say glared at. So while Max and I walked together at the front, Eleven followed us keeping a few meters between her and us.

Max chuckled at my comment, tapping my arm in a rare gesture in her. It was true that, between all of us, I was the one Max got along best. And because of our closeness, I didn’t really want Eleven to come with us.

She had just gotten back and she already felt distant and neglected enough. Knowing she would feel a little bit possessive about me and jealous of my friendship with Max instead of focusing in my friendship with her, I told her to meet with Mike, Lucas and Dustin instead. But she refused, she insisted that she wanted to spend more time with me even if I was already meeting Max.

“Good one, Y/N” Max grinned at my joke, and I nervously smiled back. I couldn’t stop looking back to El, nervous about her reaction to it all.

“Thanks” I replied, watching Eleven with the corner of my eye. I really didn’t like the way she was looking at Max. I knew what she was capable of.

I looked over my shoulder to her, not really watching where I was going. Max was saying something, but I blocked out the sound of her voice as I stared at Eleven. When she noticed me watching her, she softened her expression slightly. She showed me a tiny smile, appreciating that I checked on her. I gave her a thumbs up gesture, but she just frowned in confusion at that what meant. I mentally told myself to explain it to her later.

“Are you even listening, Y/N?” Max slapped my shoulder to catch my attention.

“Huh?” I looked at Max, who was staring with a clear annoyed glance I didn’t like one bit. “I was just checking on El”

“Oh, she’s fine!” Max carelessly waved her hand in the air.

Oh, no, that couldn’t be good. I knew Max was tempting fate when she grabbed my arm and tugged at it to force me to keep walking and looking ahead.

“As I was saying…” Max put a hand on her chest in an important manner. If I didn’t know her any better, I would think she was winding El up. Big mistake.

Before Max could finish her sentence, a great force pulled us apart. Her hand was ripped away from my arm and it felt like an invisible force shield separated us, expanding as it put a bigger distance between us. A second later, Max was falling face first on the floor as tough she had tripped over her own two feet, which I knew was unlikely.

“Max!” I exclaimed, looking from her to Eleven. As I suspected, a thin trickle of crimson blood appeared under her nose.

“What the…?” Max scowled and punched the ground in anger and frustration.

“Are you okay?” I asked her, nervously watching El at the same time.

“Yeah!” Annoyed, Max threw her arms up in the air. “I just don’t get how I fell”

Before she could realize anything, I quickly helped her up and brushed her clothes off the dry leaves that had stuck to her.

“Hey, can you walk ahead? I have to talk to Eleven, we’ll meet there”

“But…”

“It’ll be just a moment, we’ll catch up”

“Fine…” Max rolled her eyes at us and dedicated Eleven a not so friendly last glance before she began to leave.

I awkwardly smiled as Max began to walk away, waiting for her to be further away enough to have a private conversation with Eleven. Then I immediately turned to her and sighed tiredly.

“Are you okay, El?” First, I took a good look at her, concerned. She looked a little pale and tired, but other than that she seemed okay.

“Yeah” Her angry expression diminished as she wiped her nose, and she spoke with her soft voice as she looked into my eyes. “I’m okay”

“You shouldn’t have done that!” I softly shook her shoulder, bothered by her behavior.

“She was too close to you”

“That’s why you did that, right?”

“Yes, I don’t like her”

“Why? What is it?”

“I feel something…”

“I knew it, you’re jealous”

“Jealous?”

“Yeah, El, that’s what I said”

“What? I… I don’t know what I’m feeling, but I don’t like her being with you”

“That is called jealousy, El” I nodded patiently, hoping she understood the concept. I never liked that she didn’t know things about herself.

“Je… Jealousy” She slowly repeated, puzzled by the new word. “What does it mean?”

“It’s when you like somebody a lot and you don’t want them to be with anyone else” I made a pause, noticing how she looked away in embarrassment. “Like you with Max, you’re jealous of her because she spends a lot of time with me”

“I just…” Eleven looked sad all of a sudden, and when she finally looked up at me, her eyes seemed a little watery. “I don’t want you to forget me”

I had to smile at the ridiculous statement, holding her by the shoulders to remind her how fond I was of her.

“I will never forget you, El!” I softly squeezed her shoulders. “Even when you were away, I thought about you a lot, I missed you!”

“Really?” She lowly said, even if she was still frowning sadly.

“Of course” I vehemently nodded to reinforce my statement. “We’re friends, and that will never change”

“But she-“

“She’s just another friend, that I have other friends doesn’t mean I stop liking you”

Eleven’s frown softened, but she still watched me intently, paying attention to my words. I had to smile a little.

“Just like you, El. Just because you’re really close with Mike doesn’t mean I’m not your friend anymore, right?”

“Right” A smile began to tug at the corner of her lips.

“Well, it’s the same with me and Max” I smiled at her, hoping she would reciprocate, and she did. “We’re friends, but you’re still my friend despite it all”

“I still don’t like her” Eleven shook her head with determination.

“You don’t have to like her, I guess” I shrugged, letting go of her shoulders seeing as she felt better. “Just… don’t attack her”

Finally I was blessed with the soft sound of her laughter. Eleven chuckled a little and nodded.

“We all get jealous sometimes, it’s completely normal�� I said to further reassure her. “You just have to remember that it doesn’t mean our friends will replace us”

“Thank you, Y/N” Eleven slowly took my hand in a sweet and friendly gesture. “I feel better now”

“Good”

Tagging (x): @xionroxas, @raararasputin

#imagine #oneshot #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things oneshot #st #st imagine #st oneshot #eleven #eleven imagine #eleven oneshot #reader insert #requested

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sachi-pon · 6 years

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free! dive to the future episode 3 liveblog/review thing

once again, i am pretty late. s-sorry... it's sometimes hard to find a good time to sit down and do this! it takes me so long to watch these episodes because i have to keep pausing to write things!! ^__^UU but don't get me wrong. it's fun!! i just have a lot of other things going on that i'm trying to do these days.

i did do the same thing for the other episodes: episode 1 liveblog/review: http://sachi-pon.tumblr.com/post/175837687351/free-dive-to-the-future-episode-1-liveblog-review episode 2 liveblog/review: http://sachi-pon.tumblr.com/post/176267454651/free-dive-to-the-future-episode-2-liveblogreview

watch episode 3 here: http://www.crunchyroll.com/free-iwatobi-swim-club/episode-3-first-swim-in-another-country-775634

now, let's begin!!!!

hey look ikuya, i guess hiyori saved you from your feelings of loneliness XD

i'm thinking. is this season going to have some big reveal in a later episode with ikuya where it's one of those "this whole time, he was..." or something??? that's one of my favorite kinds of plot twists.

lol i heard him say "morning call" okay? i understand english you know

what he says: "i'm fine" what he means: "I'M UPSET ABOUT HARUUUUU AND HAVE A LOT OF ANGST ABOUT MY PAST AND ALSO MY PRESENT AND FUTURE FOR SOME REASON AND MY HAIR KEEPS GETTING IN MY EYES."

there's a mysterious monster in the bed!!!!!

IT'S RIN

full of energy, i see.

can i just watch an entire episode of rin silently doing mundane everyday things and looking tired and cute?

ENGLISH AAAAAAAHHHHHH lol i keep forgetting that there is a lot of english in this season apparently

"i can't read him" aww, the way he said it is so cute.

rin saying "what?" in english... I CAN'T STAND THE CUTENESS!!!!!

"you guys are just too slow" that trash-talking is supposed to sound tough but that accent is too precious.

"your muscles aren't my type" lolol are you gou???

omg i type things and then people in the show say them?!?!? XD

i'm gonna start saying "cho-very" to other people in my real life in america. i'm sure everyone else around me will NOT think i'm weird.

this soft piano music is great <333

"i'm fine" once again, the biggest lie in the world

"nothing's wrong" sure.

the guy with blue hair's hairstyle is so weird???? but okay, i accept it.

of course mr. stalker appears out of nowhere to speak for ikuya because heaven forbid ikuya speaks for himself!!!!

i like how every time hiyori speaks for ikuya or tries to stalk him in some way, ikuya goes along with it. it's... kind of adorable? but at the same time, there's something weird about this relationship!!

btw. i bet there will be a time that ikuya finally gets mad at hiyori for speaking for him. like "wtf dude, you're so annoying!"

wait, you don't like team events but you complained at the beginning of the episode about being lonely. well okay then.

oh you wait until ikuya can't hear you and then you say something under your breath, haha

i like sousuke's voice <3333 i'm just saying!!! i'm just saying.

detective makoto trying to solve the mystery

"sounds like a girl's name" omg these poor guys in this anime. they will never escape being made fun of for that. XD

"hey, i just insulted you, but don't get pissed off!!"

"hey, i just insulted you, but let's go on a date!!!"

the stunned look on rin's face. he's like 'hey that sounds like a pretty sweet lifestyle!' (and then he tries to pretend that he doesn't care, haha.)

"he's aiming for the global stage, like me." rin, are you aiming for the global stage or are you aiming for that sweet prize-collecting lifestyle now???

shhh, rin, don't bother people when they are sleeping!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NONONONONONONO NOOOOOOOOO. DON'T EVEN SHOW ME THIS. DO NOT SHOW ME THIS HOTEL. THE TRAUMA IS COMING BACK. I HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN TRIGGERED.

*** How to Trigger a Makoharu Shipper in Just Four Words *** 1. season 2. two 3. episode 4. twelve

"i'm not sure if it's right for all of us to just barge in." hey that's what i have said before. maybe it's not a great idea for you all to go see ikuya! he clearly has some... issues or something.

"ikuya's not mad about that" oh makoto you're so funny

so many questions being asked! this is like a meeting of a detective squad. okay now that i've said that, i want a series where the free! characters go around solving mysteries. kyoani, make it happen.

omg i love how the music continues into the next scene. (i like little details like that. i like to think about all the little details in the choices made by the people who create this show.)

hiyori's not just a weird stalker but he genuinely has concern for ikuya... awww

"rin, you've gotta stop having dinner with him every night." LOLOL WHAAAT. XDDD HOW MANY DINNERS HAVE THEY HAD???!!

hmm i wonder if gou has that?

of course gou has all the muscle magazines.

OF COURSE GOU IS READING ONE RIGHT NOW HAHAHAHAHA I LOVE THIS SHOW

"if anything happens to me, you have to protect this photo book" LOL I AM DONE I AM DONE

"gathering information." so this IS a detective squad.

haru's confused look next to mako's awkward smile... haha

"if that's how you feel, why don't you cover my dinner?" rin you savage

"i have a policy against spoiling younger guys" does that mean you have a policy for spoiling guys who are the same age or older?????

omg hiyori??? you're such a stalker. or better yet... a SPY. that's what you are. free! is now a spy drama. which is pretty cool if you ask me.

"it's not that i'm mad at haruka and his friends" suuuuuure

the detective squad really needs to be here to listen to this whole speech. so much information and yet they can't hear it. XD

what is natsuya's dream?? why'd he interrupt?

the beer can in the water, lol

RIN'S LAUGH I'M DEAD THAT WAS SO CUTE.

"you're the adulterous type, huh?" well, this show escalated quickly.

how many guys does rin want to "swim" with? umm that is a very personal question isn't it? ;)

"if i win, you let me stay in your apartment" well, this show escalated quickly, EVEN HIGHER NOW. rin, please say no to this weirdo.

he didn't say no. they are about to race. well, it's good that they went on several dates before swimming together.

let me guess. natsuya will win and move into rin's apartment because the writers are disgusting perverts who want to throw more sexual tension into this show. (okay, i approve.)

how did you two even notice the rain if there's already water splashing all around you?????? PLOTHOLE

natsuya wants to go back to japan in order to swim with someone else?? so my prediction was wrong?? well then! i never said it. you never saw it.

wait who is this????

there may be two kinds of muscles for you, but there is only one kind of muscle for gou: the kind she likes.

"i knew someone a long time ago who was the same way." and then the scene changes? wait, i want to know who he's talking about!! detective squad, please solve the mystery!

omg, the detective squad actually showed up right after i typed that. yay~

haru has a look on his face like "i am 100% sure that something bad is gonna happen." (and then he goes in anyway)

makoto looks angry in the preview?? or is it just determined? whatever it is, it's hot. <3

that's the end of the episode!!! so here's what i think. i liked this episode because as you can see, i keep hanging on to every little thing and watching intensely!!! i do see a mystery going on here. it's unfolding piece by piece. i think this is a season where each episode will be a little more dramatic than the previous one. like each one builds on the drama created by the previous episode. clearly there are so many tensions and issues with these characters. things are going to explode...

#free! dive to the future #anime #anime review #anime reviews

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littlebitoffanfic · 7 years

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Shy

Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Characters: Raph, Mikey, others mentioned Relationship: Raph/reader Request: Can you do a Raph x readern where the reader is very shy and a petite little thing but both have a crush on each other (she's open with the other brothers but not Raph 😸) “Just tell him.” Mikey groans as he tried to push you towards Raphs room. “No, Mikey, Stop!” You growled as you dug your heels in the ground as you frowned at Mikey. “Why not!” Mikey moaned as he let you go once again. He was trying to persuade you to go and tell Raph about your crush on him but you were refusing as normal. You had known the turtles for a long time now but you had never managed to get close to Raph. You were defiantly attracted to him physically and when you did manage to get a little closer to him, you started to fall for him even more. But then he would push you away and you couldn’t figure out why. You were close with the other brothers. Leo had trained you with a couple of weapons and he said you could come along with them. He said your small size would be an advantage to a number of things. But you knew Raph was against it so you never went. He always seemed to tiptoe around you like you were a monster which would bite him if he got too close. So you never get close to him. But that didn’t stop you from watching him from afar. you had come to realise what despite his tough outer ‘shell’, he was actually really sweet. He would protect his family from anything and everything’s, not caring if he got hurt in the way. But that wall would always come up when it came to you. Donnie and Leo agreed with Mikey many times that you should say something to him but you never understood why. Did they not see the way he pushed you away, how he would walk out a room or how he wouldn’t even help you train. “Just go say ‘hi’ then!” Mikey said as he pushed you to the door once again and you knew he wasn’t going to give up. He had found out you had had another dream about Raph and was determined you go tell him. “Fine. I’ll go say hi, he will ignore me and push me away and then I’ll come back.” You said as you gave up, walking to the hall. “Yeah, go get him!” Mikey cheered you on, pumping his fist in the air and totally ignoring what you had said. But as you approached the dojo which was more than likely where he was, you heard voices. You were about to turn away when you heard your name being said. Curiously got the better of you and you walked up to the entrance to the dojo. As the dojo didn’t have a door, you were able to peek inside to see Raph and Leo, who looked like they were arguing. “Shes advanced enough to come out with us, Raph. She can get into places we cant!” Leos voice sounded annoyed and exhausted so you guessed they had been arguing for a while now. Your whole body slouched as you leaned against the wall. Raph was fighting to stop you going with them, to stop you going with him. You felt like you were going to be sick. Why had you fallen for someone who made it apparent they didn’t want anything to do with you. “And what if she gets hurt? Whos conscience is that going to be on?” Raph growled. His words took you by surprise. You looked back inside, seeing his fists were clenched. He wasn’t saying you weren’t good enough or that he just didn’t want you there. Was he concerned for you? “she wont. Shes progressed a lot in the last few months. You wouldn’t know that because you wont even look at her!” Leo snapped. You knew why. Apparent from Leo, Raph was one of the most advanced in hand to hand combat. You didn’t really know how he fought so if he did agree to practice with you, you would know if you were ready to take on strangers. “Sorry if I don’t like seeing three 7 foot monsters trying to fight a tiny doll!” Raph snapped, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his anger started to build. But once again, his words took you off guard. While it was true you were tiny, you never thought of yourself as a doll. But you supposed that to someone as big as Raph was, it was easy to see you as frail. “but shes tough! You don’t see it because-“ Leo started to say but he was interrupted. “Because shes scared of me!” Raph screamed, making you jump slightly. You were surprised Leo didn’t jump or get scared like you did. But he kept calm and collected. “No, because you are so scared to hurt her, you cant see that’s exactly what you are doing.” Leo said in a calm voice but his words cut Raph like daggers. with that, he turned and walked out the dojo. You managed to keep yourself pressed against the dark part of the wall so he didn’t see you. Once he was gone, you looked back into the dojo to see Raph was now kneeling on the door, staring at his knees. slowly and silently, you gathered all your courage and tiptoed into the dojo. When you were about 4 foot away from him, you stopped. “Im not scared of you.” You said, your voice soft and sweet as you spoke. It was probably the first full sentence you had ever said to him. Raph jumped slightly at your sudden presence in the Dojo as he looked up at you. Even when kneeling, he was only slightly shorter than you. “You should be.” He grumbled, trying to sound angry but you could see the flash of pain his eyes as he looked away from you. “Would you ever hurt me?” you asked, taking a few steps forward and slowly kneeling in front of him. “Not on purpose.” Raph mumbled, his shield seeming to fall away as you sat so close to him. It was the closest you had ever dared venture to him. But despite this, you weren’t scared of him. It was more out of respect you never got close to him because you had always thought he didn’t like you. But now, sitting in front of him, you could see a hint of longing in his eyes as he looked at you, his eyes locking with yours for the first time. “I don’t think you could hurt me.” You said, a sort of resolution in your voice as you made up your mind that he wouldn’t. “Look at me!” He suddenly growled, making you jump slightly but you kept your ground. “its only a matter of time.” He grumbled as his anger faded as quickly as it came as he looked away from you, shame in his eyes. “What do you mean?” You asked, trying to keep your voice light. Raph glanced back at you. He sighed, as if he had been having a mental dispute with himself and he gave up. He reached forward and took your hand off your lap, much to your surprise. But as he raised your hand so your palm was facing him, he moved his other hand to touch his palm to yours. You saw how his hand seemed to dwarf your own. Your fingers barley reached the joint of his fingers to his hand. “I could crush you in a second and not mean to.” Raph mumbled, more to himself as he stared at the two completely different hands. “but you wont.” You finally said, reaching out your other hand and you took his one hand in your two petite ones. “How do you know that?” Raph asked. But you heard something else in his voice. Almost like he was begging you. Suddenly, everything seemed to fit together in your mind. All the times he had distances himself from you. Every time he had walked out when you were training. Every time he felt he was getting too close to you. It was because he was afraid of hurting you. He wasn’t doing it because he didn’t like you. It was the opposite. “Because you care about me.” You said boldly. Despite your shyness, despite your racing heart and red cheeks, you knew it was true. Raph didnt respond straight away. He stared at you for a moment and you could see the internal battle he was having with himself. As you began to doubt yourself, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours in a bold and unexcepted move. You were taken back to say the least. He had never been able to stay in the same room as you and yet he had gathered up the courage to kiss you. Slowly, you began to respond to the kiss, gradually becoming comfortable and even more attracted to him than before. “They cant say two words to each other but kissing’s fine!” You two jumped apart to see Mikey with his hands out in front of him pointing at the two of you as he looked at Leo and Donnie in disbelief. You heard a growl emit from Raph chest and the three brothers walked away. Well, Leo and Donnie had to drag a confused Mikey. You turned back to Raph who was still staring after his brothers with a scowl. “I think its more like 10 words now.” You giggled, turning his attention back to you. You saw a small smile dawn him lips. You don’t think hes ever smiled at you like that before. “We should probably fix that.” He mumbled, as if suddenly shy. You couldn’t help but giggle as you got to your feet. Raph followed you quickly and stood beside you for the first time. You looked up at him, noticing how despite the fact he towered over you, you felt like he was more afraid of you than you of him. Giggling, you took his hand in yours and started to drag him out the lair, manging to avoid his brothers. “Where are we going?” Raph suddenly asked but you knew he didn’t mind. He could quite easily turn and walk back but something told you he couldn’t bring himself to let go of your hand. “Up to the roof tops. To talk.” You clarified. “That’s all I ever wanted.” Raph smiled as he suddenly scooped you up and threw you up so you were perched on his right shoulder. You couldn’t help but laugh as you felt tall for the first time in your life. You knew you were safe when you felt his hands holding onto your ankles so you didn’t fall back. Suddenly, you felt completely safe with him.

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I'm sick of people saying Sansa isn't "Stark enough" Also tired of seeing how headcanoning Sansa (just in my mind/art) as Queen is criminal. My intention isnt to erase other characters. I personally don't care if she is QitN in canon. I'll just be glad if GRRM gives her a decent ending. But only imagining Sansa as Queen surely cant be a crime. Sansa has given me a lot of hope irl; helped me deal w/ depression so wanting her success,happiness rulership even it's cathartic

Hi! QitN Sansa anon here. I just wanted to rectify that the word I wanted to use instead of cathartic was therapeutic. I think they both mean same but I’m not sure. Sorry. English is not my native language and I struggle w/ it. Thanks for understanding.

Hello Anonny!

First of all, please don’t apologize for your English, it is seriously EXCELLENT! It’s probably better than mine tbqh. Secondly, I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER! I have no excuse, I am The Worst.

Getting to the down and dirty of your ask… My dear Anonny, I totally hear you; and if it makes you feel any better, you definitely aren’t alone! Your frustration is honestly one of my main ~grievances~ with fandom and why I honestly having a really hard time engaging with like 85% of the ~meta side~ of fandom. I am in some fandoms, GoT/ASoIaF included, that have some incredibly smart and talented meta writers who are so passionate and hardworking and insightful. The things that they come up with sometimes completely blow me away! It can be easy to fall down the meta rabbit hole and get caught up, especially when people are seeing all these interesting things and coming up with all these amazing and intriguing theories that you NEVER would have thought of. But on the flip side, it can be really frustrating when the meta you are reading just doesn’t resonate with you at all. I mean don’t get me wrong, I am Here for meta as a concept and I usually really love seeing what people come up with. My issue is often in the execution. Sometimes it feels like meta crosses that ~fine line~ between showing you one way to think vs. telling you how to think.

I definitely see the value in discussing different interpretations of stories and characters, and I even enjoy reading most of them. But too often I feel like people forget that meta is still just an interpretation, it’s as though there has become this ~thing~ where calling something meta automatically makes it infallible. But it’s really important to remember that with meta in regards to literature, while it’s generally meant to be an academic and unbiased approach generally, is still just one person’s interpretation of the facts as they see them. Meta has somehow become this competition about Who Is Right and Being the Rightest, and it just completely disregards how inherently subjective and personal fandom is. I will always and forever maintain that is absolutely impossible to be completely objective in fandom; your opinions, your biases, your Faves, are always going to affect your interpretations and and resulting opinions, that’s just human nature. I don’t get this whole demand for objectivity thing; if people were truly objective about fandom, I don’t think we would even be having this discussion, because no one would be discussing much of anything. Yeah, its important to maintain some level of objectivity, especially when you are having discussions with other people about fandom, but tbh being ~completely objective~ all the time sounds pretty boring. Honestly, I feel like most of the time people who claim they are being “totally objective” when they talk about things like character arcs, possible end games, ect. are even less trust worthy than those people who are up front about their favoritism; imo it usually means they are either totally unaware of their own biases, or that they refuse to acknowledge them.

I also feel you on the whole thing of “headcanoning Sansa as QitN is erasing other characters,” it’s frustrating to me as well. Because you’re right, wanting Sansa to be in a leadership role does not automatically mean you are disregarding other characters. Positions like Q/KitN or Lord/Lady of Winterfell are exclusive positions by nature, there are always going to be unequal power dynamics based on that alone. It’s also like you were saying, seeing Sansa in a position of power and leadership role can definitely be cathartic and therapeutic (I think both words work btw!). As a character who has essentially been completely robbed of her agency and self determination and has been at the mercy of others for almost the entire series, it would be extremely satisfying to not only see her regain some of her autonomy, but also be in a position where she could control her own fate. It would also be really satisfying to see a character like Sansa who has had to rely so much on her more feminine, intellectual “soft power” to be in a position where she is clearly powerful in a more traditional, tangible sense. Does she have to be QitN for these things to happen? No, obviously not. But then it also stands to reason that none of the other Stark siblings HAVE to be in that power position to be important either, the same basic logic applies. To say that Sansa fans are “sidelining” or “disregarding” or “erasing” other characters by theorizing or headcanoning that Sansa could be QitN or Lady of Winterfell then means that fans of ANY OTHER CHARACTER who headcanon or theorize about that character holding a position of power in the North are therefore intrinsically sidelining/disregarding/erasing Sansa based on their own argument. Honestly, debating like that sounds tedious and counterproductive and more than a little annoying. Because honestly, it could go on FOREVER, we could be here for the rest of our gd natural born LIVES arguing about this. People are always going to disagree with you, that’s just life. And they are free to do so, just as you are free to disagree with them. But there is a notable difference between disagreement and downright derision; one is totally fine and can be done respectfully, and the other is kind of a dick move.

And also, like I was talking about earlier, our faves are our faves. In fandom, you are allowed to concentrate on YOUR FAVE and their significance and where you see their story going. That is totally and completely 100% legit! Characters like Sansa are very easy to connect to and care about, especially for people who see themselves and their own struggles in her story. And I think the same goes for Arya… They are these two young characters who experience similar trauma and abuse and honestly just horrendous things that no child should ever have to experience, and they deal with it in such vastly different narrative ways. Arya takes action and lashes out and lets herself be sad and angry. Sansa rationalizes and compartmentalizes lies to herself and everyone around her in order to get through the day. Sansa is pretty much a poster child for traditional femininity, while Arya’s character has so much focus on defying gender roles (or disregarding gender completely in the case of the faceless men). Both have their moments of weakness and strength, both have their aptitudes and their flaws. Relating to and connecting with either on a personal level, as is common with fictional characters, is completely possible and understandable. That’s one of the most beautiful things about the Stark Sisters imo, together and separately they appeal to such a wide array of readers.

There is no “wrong way” to fandom, there are no “wrong reasons” to love certain characters or story lines, there is NOTHING wrong with Sansa Stark being your favorite character and caring about what happens to her. And also, probably an ~unpopular opinion~ (but idgaf tbh), there is nothing wrong with caring about Sansa (or any of your faves) more than you care about other characters! It’s natural, you are not doing anything wrong, and your interpretations and opinions are no less valid than anyone else’s. That’s the great thing about fiction, it is literally impossible to have a “wrong” interpretation of a fictional work. You don’t even have to agree with the author to be ~right~ about a work of fiction because according to “death of the author” an author’s intentions and biographical facts should hold no weight in regards to an interpretation of their writing; a writer’s interpretation of his own work is no more or less valid than the interpretations of any given reader. Debate is fine, discussion is cool, dialogue about differences of opinions and interpretation can honestly be awesome. What’s not awesome though, is when people think that their interpretation is not only and absolutely correct one, but the sole correct one. That seems, like, wildly narrow minded and more than a little bit cocky tbh. Fandom isn’t a dictatorship; no one’s interpretations are law that can be enforced, no one’s preferences are superior, no one’s faves are automatically more important, and no one is The Great Supreme Rightest (or whatever a fandom dictator’s title would be idek).

So the point is Anonny, YOU. ARE. VALID. Fandom is all about connecting with a story and it’s characters because they make you feel things. Something or someone in that story made your sweet little anonny (or in my case, cold dead salty) heart fall in love. So just keep fandoming and loving Sansa exactly how you want in a way that makes you happy!

(And on a totally mature, adult end note: fuck people who say Sansa isn’t Stark enough, what ever the hell that even means!? They are just jealous they don’t look that Boss 👏 Ass 👏 Bitch 👏 decked out in furs like a badass Northern Lady Pimp! QUEEN SANSA OF THE HOUSE SNARK, FIRST OF HER NAME!!!)

#I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!#i hope it helps though!#and i hope you are feeling better!#you are welcome in my inbox or PM anytime dear anon #sansa stark #meta #anti meta #(i guess? kind of?)#more like meta wary #or cautiously and selectively pro meta #aly answers #anonymous

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