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coming home tired.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader ━ navigation

━ about: fluff! (maybe some angst you all know how it is)

━ pictures taken from Pinterest

━ lmao I don't like this. Anyway, Ice Age 1 and 2 absolutely peak entertainment

NAMJOON | The second the slippers are on your feet, you trudge to the bed and toss yourself face first into the mattress. With a bit of luck, you could suffocate yourself like this. A low whistle rises from up behind you and squinting with one eye open, you spot a sympathetic looking Namjoon standing in the doorway.

“That bad, huh?” he drawls and you groan at the mere mention of it.

“Don’t even remind me,” you plop your face back into a pillow where your voice can only barely be heard as a muffled whisper. “I’m seriously thinking of quitting.”

“You say that all the time,” he rolls his eyes to which you take some offence. With narrowed stare, you glare back at him, cringing at how palpable the sweat on your back is.

“You’re supposed to be my boyfriend-”

“Supposed to be,” Namjoon scoffs just as if not more offended. “I am your boyfriend.”

“And boyfriends are supposed to be comforting when their partners are feeling down,” you scorned. “Not be snide. I swear you treat me as bad as Monie. We should both leave.”

“I treat you both well!” the volume of Namjoon's voice suddenly rises and you cannot help but wince as it hits against the pounding baseline of an oncoming migraine. Immediately, he forces his voice to a much quieter tone, a sound no more than a vague whisper whilst an indisputable shade of concern appearing in his eyes.

“Is it that bad? Do you need to go on a sick leave?”

“No, no,” you wave him off, crawling off the bed with no meagre amount of difficulty. It wouldn’t exactly be the first time when “after a bit” has grown to be you drooling in deep sleep on the pillow, still fully dressed only to then wake up at 2 am incredibly hungry. “I’m just a bit tired, that's all.”

“You be careful, alright?”

Namjoon’s face still has a sort of worried film to it as though he’s caught between two possible options of how to make everything better and knowing him, he probably was.

“Do you want me to read to you?”

“You hate it.”

“But I like you so…”

You try not to, however, a small smile still stubbornly worms its place onto your lips and it’s soon echoed on Namjoon's own expression. He outstretches his hand and it isn't long before you grasp it.

“Come on,” he throws his head towards that god awful hellscape of a seat that you detest so much but had no heart to tell as Namjoon had grown fond of it. “Let’s get your mind off things.”

Though there is a wolf-like whistle as you change out of the work clothes for which he gets a shirt thrown into his face, largely the evening is spent in civil spirits.

“How about we eat before?”

Instantly, your blood curdles and from where you’re perched on the end of the grey sofa, you throw Namjoon a deeply, deeply anxious glance. He doesn’t miss it and after once again rolling his eyes because damned if Kim Namjoon wasn’t a passive aggressive bastard, he wraps a precarious hand over your shoulders and grumbles —

“I didn’t cook anything myself. Don’t worry.”

“Thank god,” you sigh and get pinched in the side.

Some would say it’s simple, almost boring but time with Namjoon, wanted or not, fair or unfair, was limited. Moments like these — with your back pressed against his side as you curl up onto the sofa, a leftover pizza laying in front was a luxury. He was rarely if ever at home and it seems that even he gathers as much as his lips seek out his beloved spot on the side of your temple and press a feathery kiss. Simple — yes but precious all the same and you couldn’t thank him enough for just being here.

“Now where were we…” you mutter to yourself, haphazardly sorting through the pile of books laid like a fallout rubble on every surface nearby. Taking advantage of the bared skin of your back, the tips of his fingers softly graze along your spine, mutely inviting you to return into his hold.

"Why do you check out so many books if you never read them?" he grumbles.

"Why would I read them if I can have you do that for me?"

"Tyrant."

"I know you are but what am I?"

The sheer volume of his exasperated sigh is almost enough to wipe your tired state clean off.

"Behave," Namjoon warns lowly, letting his head fall back on the headrest. "Otherwise, I'll just put you to bed."

You give him an angelic smile but comply, offering the book of choice only to frown when he is too eager to grasp it. There's even a twinkle to his eye.

“A cliche of story,” you grouse underneath your breath, mocking the same words Namjoon had said after forcefully reading or as he insisted “surviving” the first chapter. “My ass.”

Nonetheless, save for a few laughs, there is not much that you talk about. There’s no need to share a conversation, just the feeling of his warm skin is enough to sate the void his absence left behind. And with it, the stress slowly abates, unclenching its grip from you, sentence by sentence as Namjoon's voice cruises through the evening.

YOONGI | You don’t quite know how your jaw has not yet unhinged off your face, stretched to its absolute limits by the snake-like yawns but you’re thankful for it anyhow. Another one breaks out the second you’re over the threshold and that is what greets Yoongi instead of a smile or a single, coherent greeting.

“You’re home early,” you point out, withering out quickly. So much so for reading a book or watching a movie, or tackling any amount of apparently never-ending chores.

“Yeah,” he shrugs off, seemingly unconcerned but those slanted, all too observant eyes track the slope of your tired back — the way you collapse into yourself, unable to fully stand neither still nor straight — and with it his lips purse into a thin, displeased line.

“I’m fine Yoon, don’t worry about it,” you call out with a shake of the hand. You don’t think he buys it.

“I’m sure,” he replies simply, tone aggravatingly pleasant, not a hitch, not a crumble for you to catch onto his motives. “Let’s get you into something cozier.”

Peeling off the layers of those impersonal, pretentious clothes makes you cringe. The sweat that had been subtly building under the material is sticky and for a second you almost wish Yoongi would be at the studio like usual. Not much of a looker — sweaty and as appealing as worm splattered underneath the car’s wheel.

“Cute,” you hear a mutter behind you and turning around, you find Yoongi standing before you, chin in hands, almost appraising you the way an art critic would a rare painting.

“I’m not cute right now,” you grouse. Yoongi was never one to sugar coat things, so why begin now?

“You’ll always be cute.”

There is an audible offence in his tone and something in it makes you wanna tease him and almost begrudgingly you have to admit that yet again his master plans proved to be fruitful — the accumulated tension was slowly dissolving in the air around you.

“Even if I’m 90 and all my teeth are gone?”

“Well then I’ll be just as old and we can expire together.”

You shake your head with a barely suppressed smile and suddenly the home feels that much warmer. Not just four walls with a buzzing fridge, droning of the vapid TV and somewhat unsettling emptiness but an actual home.

“Always the romantic Yoon.”

“I drew you a bath,” he throws his head towards the closed bathroom doors. “Get in.”

There’s not a space left in that statement for you to argue and thinking about it, you didn’t want to. The water is in perfect temperature, betraying the amount of time you’ve been together and seeing the purple foam sitting atop of the scented waterline as candles laid around hobbled on the nearby surfaces, tears rush to your eyes.

Sometimes it was good to cry, be it out of joy, sadness or just as a way to release things and while for some it might seem bizarre to hear your cries in the bath, even somewhat disconcerting but Yoongi knew better and he knew when to simply give you space.

By the time you get out of the bath, pruned almost to the bone, your head feels hazy — emptier but soft at the edges. The second you see Yoongi setting up the table, you nuzzle into him, practically melting against his frame. For a second he freezes, out of the corner of the eye you glimpse how his features widen in a shock-stricken expression but once the moment inevitably passes, he plays it cool, pretending that there isn’t a pink blush nestling prettily on top of his cheekbones.

“My, my, you really are tired,” he calls out, gingerly prying your hands away, largely to sit you in the nearby chair. Yet another sign of the sheer exposure you've had with each other over the years — when you clung, you clung, more than once lazing atop of Yoongi as though he was your own personal body pillow. He put up with it like he did with most of you — possessing endless kindness and patience.

"Some soup, nothing fancy," he explains, sliding a spoon your way. "It'll fill you up but won't give indigestion."

"Thank you. You're the best."

He doesn't respond to the compliment with anything credible, just something whined softly through a pout. The dinner passes by in a blur as you try to listen to Yoongi's day. The guilt gnaws with sharpened teeth - at your own inability to focus on what he's saying -but the haze spindles its spidery web too tight around your body and quickly enough, you sink into the mattresses absolutely boneless.

"This just needs one thing," you hear Yoongi muttering overhead and after a beat during which you might as well have fallen into some form of micro sleep, he returns back, paddling quietly across the plush carpet carrying none other than an extremely sleepy and confused Min Holly. The poodle sniffs slightly, veering as he suddenly finds himself put on the bed but then simply decides to snuggle up the pillow next to you — an arrangement that often resulted in Yoongi putting up a fuss over being exiled from his own bed. Though tonight there is no tantrum and quietly you dream of soft hands caressing your head before inviting dark embraces you whole.

JIN | "So you don't want to come out?"

The blanket shakes in a definitive no, pulling from him a deep, deep sigh. "Alright but just text if you need me."

For a second, more so out of instinct than anything, he thinks of leaning down, brushing away this ridiculous blanket you've cocooned yourself in and planting a kiss on your forehead - like he always does- but something in the way you're so obstinately clinging to it stops him and instead he lays his lips atop of it, allowing you to hide away from the world. When the ends of your ears perk at the sound of the closing doors, you slowly push the blanket onto the floor, gulping down large breaths of fresh air.

Jin was nice, you liked Jin, obviously as you lived together, but sometimes…sometimes a person just needed to be on their own. The way you move throughout the house is largely mindless. Something is playing in the background, what - you don't know. You don't put much focus on what passes between your hands - the vacuum, the window cleaner — it's just a motion. A motion required so that the tension doesn't flay you whole. It's not like you particularly want to do so — the lower back pain surely is a sign you don't want to but it is needed. The nagging thoughts of something being not done in the house will just nag you on and coupled with the stress from work, you didn't put it past your body to become the first person on the planet whose head popped from their shoulders and become airborne.

It is when you're in the middle of battling one very annoying corner of the front entrance when Jin comes home. All too soon you hear the code pressed on the outside and you greet him as such, standing and staring like a deer in headlights with vacuum in one hand and a wet wipe in another. For a passing moment, Jin simply takes you in, a wrinkle of thorough confusion marking his face. Then as if to come to a foregone conclusion, he sighs, places the many, many takeaway boxes that tower dangerously all together in a green plastic bag on the console nearby and struts forward. You almost go in to defend yourself be it verbally or with a vacuum cleaner but he simply disregards it and places a palm right over your forehead.

“As I thought,” he mumbles solemnly. “You’re running a fever.”

Immediately you check yourself, in the hurry almost letting the vacuum hit the ground had Jin not caught it at the last second.

“No, I’m not,” you protest but deep down you've grasped that your hand is sweaty and that your head feels…heated, somehow. “I don’t want to take a sick leave!”

Jin was often an easy-going man, never a joke missing when he was around, never a moment weighing too heavily but he was still an adult and sometimes…sometimes he put his foot down.

“But you are,” he insists with a deadpan tone. Both of your hands are forcibly freed from the items in them as you’re spun around and pushed towards the bed, your socks providing no grip to fight the movement. “Better one sick day today than a whole month later. Remember November?”

“I remember November,” you huff begrudgingly. “But it’s not that bad.”

“_________,” the sound of your name falling from his mouth with not a lick of usual laughter or any form of fond exasperation rings like a cannon shot through your ears, making you shrink smaller. “You’re tired. Just rest. Everything else will fall into place.”

You grow limp under his touch and let yourself be carded back into bed, no huff, no puff. Vaguely it’s reminiscent of Jin’s own temper tantrums as he battled a cold two months ago. You’d chided him then for acting like a spoiled child with a silver spoon both in his mouth and up his ass and you know now that it was merely an act of the infamous pot calling the egregious kettle black. There is a twinkle of vindication in Jin’s eyes even if he does not say it out loud. The session of being made fun of was simply postponed due to the pitifulness of your state alas not entirely avoided.

“Now, let your boyfriend take care of you,” bright is Jin’s smile as he beams down upon you from one ear to the next but the pat on your head dours the cheesy sentiment if he even had any to begin with.

“I’m not a dog,” you gruff, wrenching his hand away but as Jin saunters away, dignified as ever, “could have fooled me” is tossed casually over his shoulder.

HOSEOK | “You don’t have any plans later in the evening?”

Because it was 6:30 of a quiet Monday morning and you had assumed that Hoseok hadn’t come home at all, given how you’d gone to sleep alone and woke up as such, the question poised from a poked-in head, partially hidden by a steam of running shower, it came as a no surprise you were scared shitless. Nursing the elbow that was so rudely slammed against the tiled wall, you replied that no, you did not have any plans.

“Great! Love you!”

The only thing you heard after were quick, running footsteps and then — silence.

“Love you too,” you muttered to the empty air. “Whatever that was.”

But Hoseok did sometimes do odd things and so as the work day reared its vicious Hydra head you forgot all about it, too submerged in the rising pile of problems.

By the time you shuffle out of the work doors, there is a deadpan expression upon your face and even more upon your soul. You’re tired and the outlook of coming back — yet again! — tomorrow makes it all the more draining. As you drudge your way down the main street there is only one dream floating almost palpable before your eyes and that is your bed. The very thought of immediately propelling yourself underneath the fluffy duvet and dozing off to a good music is a piece of private heaven you’re salivating after and all that was needed was to go home.

If only it would be that easy.

A sleek, black car rolls in front of you, so crudely that only by the last pinch of your nerves you do not curse the driver out then and there. It’s a blessing you do not as the window rolls down and you find none other than your boyfriend sitting joyfully on the other side.

“Are you abducting me, good sir?” you call out and Hoseok opens the doors from the inside, invitingly patting the seat next to him.

“Yes, now get in. This is not legal parking.”

At first, you hum happily along to the song playing on the radio. Sure, Hoseok makes a weird turn — it definitely does not belong to the usual route but maybe that was him trying to evade the congested traffic. A second one? Your hum falters but still you persist. You were still going in the correct general direction and if anything you should be grateful about being rescued from the overcrowded hell that is public transport in a rush hour. But once the third turn is taken and you no longer recognize the area, the soft happiness blossoming in your body freezes and for a fact refuses to thaw.

“Uhh…Hoseok?”

“Hmm?”

“Where are we going?”

“To the mall.”

If feasible, your brain would make a sound similar to a record being pulled under the needle of the player. And then smashed against the fucking wall.

“The mall?” you echo slowly, however Hoseok remains blissfully oblivious and smiles as your dream of bed and rotting rest shatters into unmendable pieces.

“Yeah! You’ve been working so hard! You definitely need some new gifts. Name whatever you want, I’ll get!”

Get me home, is what flashes through your mind but even thinking about it feels ungrateful of sorts. Thus, you bite your teeth into a pained smile.

“Yay,” though you try to sound enthusiastic it comes out more like a squeaking cry of a dying animal.

Having three bodyguards flickering in and out of your periphery as blinding mall lights blare overhead was not your idea of fun in the best of days but even less so after the dogshit that was work on this particular Monday.

Suddenly Hoseok shoves a string of pearls underneath your noise, with an overeager “try this!”. You oblige but something in the look does not please him and quickly the pearls are swapped for another, a tad more delicate piece.

The longer you trail after him, the more your eyes droop downward. It becomes too difficult to even properly focus on walking let alone on what Hoseok is saying. Covertly, you try to slump against him while on the escalator and once more Hoseok misinterprets this as an expression of affection, cooing at it.

You do not have the heart to tell him you were seconds away from crawling into the bathroom and sleeping there.

“Which shoes do you like better? These ones or these ones?”

Strategically, you position yourself on the plush albeit hard chair of the shoe shop.

“They’re both good,” you mutter and the next time you open your eyes, a muted darkness stands before you. For a second, your heart leaps, dry spit curls up at the back of your throat but as the second passes, so does the fear. The dark slowly abates and the familiar feeling and smell of your comforter drags you back into the peace.

You’re home.

There is a vague clattering coming from the closed bedroom doors and as you drop back onto the pillows with a sigh of deep relief, it stops only for someone to move closer.

As Hoseok opens the doors, he stands in them for a while wearing a gentle but knowing smile.

“If you didn’t want to go, you could have just said so.”

You screw your eyes shut, feeling the end of a headache coming back up from behind the eye sockets.

“Did you drag me back?” you groan, sinking deeper into the mattress as though it could possibly save you in any way.

“With some help,” Hoseok nods, throwing a towel to rest over his shoulder. “You were out of it.”

“I’m sorry,” you glance at him from the covers, turning your voice much more earnest. The feelings of ungratefulness cling to your chest, creating a heavy, pressing sensation. How much time really did you have with Hoseok? Hours, minutes? Versus the days that he was entrenched deep into work or worse on tour. You ought to spend every moment with him, radiating nothing but happiness but it was just…

You were just too tired.

“I really am.”

“Don’t stress about it. But really just tell me next time that you don’t want to go and would rather sleep instead. Trust me, I would understand.”

You nod along to his words, giving a mute promise though it's one he accepts.

“Besides there’s always online shopping,” he supplies lightly before his smile warps to cut a bit too deep into cheek and too devious in its hue. “And I can always spoil you in other ways.”

JIMIN | The second your aching feet drag over the warm threshold, you don’t even let Jimin finish his greeting, instead propelling yourself tiredly into his chest, self-indulgently wrapping your arms around his waist.

“What’s this?” he chuckles softly, placing one cheek upon the top of your head — you could feel the weight of his motion. It rests on you like a heavy blanket, relaxing yet not caging. “Since when are you so nice to me?”

“Oh, shut it,” you hiss meagerly, cheek still ruffling against the thin material of his grey t-shirt. “I’ve always been nice to you.”

“Debatable,” he laughs but it quickly sizzles into a low hum. “Long day?”

“Felt like it would never end.”

Dinner is eaten quickly, with you mostly scarfing down whatever is put down before you and Jimin occasionally throwing a worried glance though he chooses not to give these concerns a voice. You’re grateful for the silence — too exhausted in your own right to dwell on what should soon turn into a hazy, near non-existent memory.

The sofa underneath your back is pliant enough and slinking onto the too small decorative pillows, the same ones Jimin had sworn would be perfect as you had stood in IKEA checkout line, you feel your eyes fall downward — not slow and steady, but definitive and pointed like a crash of a rock.

Jimin’s voice floats above the cotton-candy haze that circles the ends of your eyes and maybe vaguely you catch the tail of a sentence.

“...movie?” is all you hear and deeply not caring, you nod along, still partially clinging to his arm.

“Something you like…” Jimin mutters under his breath. “The Notebook is always great.”

“I literally have never liked that movie.”

He lets his mouth open in truly horrendous offence, placing a palm over his chest as though you’ve just stabbed him with a kitchen knife.

“Blasphemy! And in my own home too!”

Imperiously, you make a grab at him, settling yourself to lay partially on his torso.

“It’s our home, you menace.”

“Ah, and there they are! So I thought you being nice earlier was suspicious.”

But even as he’s saying it, there’s a lingering presence of suppressed smile etched across his lips.

“Just play something,” you mutter, not even bothering to maintain the appearance of wakefulness.

“What about “cold eyes”?” he suggests, switching contemplatively between the select options, each one playing an annoying loud

“That’s still your favourite movie. I like “The Lighthouse”.”

As expected an immediate wrinkle of distaste curls up his nose as he regards your suggestion. Apparently taking in a noir coloured fever dream seeped in oceanic nightmares had not been his favourite way to spend an evening and though he endured it once, more thanks to his apparently endless love for you than patience, you doubted the chances of him laying his eyes on the production ever again.

“A compromise,” he suggests, by now only barely able to move as you melt into him, your tired bones demanding a rest. How could even one’s inner thigh muscles hurt you did not know but such was the reality.

“Ice age.”

“Deal.”

It’s not even five minutes into the movie that the warm colours flashing on the screen, not to mention the rub of Jimin’s fingers tenderly grazing against your scrap, lulls you into deep, exhausted sleep. Jimin doesn't wake you.

TAEHYUNG | Though the headphones squeeze on your ears in a manner that manages to somehow be both painful and itching, you pour all of your focus into the pot of soup boiling on the counter. The sensory hell that is extractor hood whirrs overhead and while you hate both the steam making everything just a touch too hot and the noise being a touch too grading, it does the trick. It completely overwhelms your mind and with it the piled up anxiety. The sudden light touch, light yes but unmistakably belonging to a human hand, forces some form of primal scream out from your throat and you’re met face to face with equally wide-eyed, equally frightened Kim Taehyung. Who is in your house.

You almost ready the ladle as a weapon of sorts but the fleeting voice of reason reminds you, he is in your home because this is the home you share.

Because you’re dating, it goes to supply and you’re thankful that it does otherwise you would have just slammed your boyfriend into the kitchen ground with the aforementioned ladle.

He attempts to speak or at least so you assume from the way his mouth moves.

“Just give me a sec!” you point at your earphones in the still lingering confusion momentarily forgetting to how to turn off the blasting music that just a second ago was mind numbing in a pleasant way but now has grown to be an auditory guillotine.

At last you manage the Bluetooth connected mess and pushing back the hair from your face, you huff, trying to sound light and miserably failing in one fell swoop.

“Why-why are you home so early?”

Taehyung quirks his head to the side and those soulful, terribly wary eyes glide over your face in suspicion.

“Was I not supposed to?”

You almost don’t stammer when answering “no”. Taehyung hums but it doesn’t feel either like a response or the final sentence in the otherwise lackluster conversation. If anything it’s a wordless noise of suspicion and you begin to sweat under its weight.

“You look like you haven’t slept a week,” he points out, not overtly trying to be accusing outright but similarly failing as well. At first your mind leaps and bounds to white lies, some smaller some bigger but as his gaze grows more expressive, more analytic you wither and simply confess like a child would after eating too much candy from a jar that was specifically left for guests.

“That’s because I haven’t.”

Taehyung nods, clearly having suspected as much.

“And I assume the reason why you were unpleasantly surprised by my arrival is that like any other night, you wanted to make something quick, then sit yourself in front of three devices all playing different things and then letting yourself rot in an unmade bed?”

You twiddle with your thumbs.

“Yes. Are you mad?”

He looks mad, however because this was Taehyung the next second his face blooms with pity and you find yourself surrounded by two arms and what feels like a cashmere sweater.

“Oh my baby.”

The beginnings of what feels like straying tears rush forward but still for now you force them down. Disconnecting, for the first time you look Taehyung properly over. What initially seemed like nothing but put-together pillars of stability when compared to your crumbling statue ebbs away and in the muted light of the kitchen you see. The downturned corners of his mouth, the eye bags obstinately clinging to his face, the hair that hangs over said eyes, clearly unkempt, obviously trying to hide something he deemed too personal to share with the rest of the world.

Other than you that is.

Once again it rips out of you without much consent or thorough planning of the brain:

“You’re tired.”

He laughs but the sound, alike the atmosphere, falls strained.

“Yeah I am. Can’t sleep much without you.”

The soft ends of his voice, clipping into an exhausted drawl, makes your heart bleed both in pink and red.

“I’ve been worried about you,” he adds with a deep sigh. “And it seems not entirely without reason.”

“It’ll be alright,” you try to brush off but without knowing whom you tried to convince more — Taehyung or indeed yourself. He doesn’t much say of anything, merely gives one truly solemn nod and clutches your hand in his grip — ladle and all.

JUNGKOOK | The second you feel the familiar walls of your home swallow you whole, the full effect of a thoroughly draining day kicks you in the chest. You feel its weight knead at your muscles, turning every strain of it into an over-taut strings of deepened ache. You breathe a weary, albeit content sigh as one sweaty article of clothing is shed after the next. It’s a quiet retaliation — to toss them into the hamper for laundry tomorrow. Thank god for your laundry fairy.

You hear someone at the door and momentarily the ache disappears in the surge of sheer adrenaline but as the familiar sounds of dog’s nails scraping against the floor reach your ears, you relax once more.

“Babe?” comes an inquiring voice just seconds before Bam rounds the corner, gleefully wagging his tail at your presence.

“You’re wet,” you complain but since much like Jungkook, it was impossible to be mad at him, all the dog hears is the pleased sound of your voice so without any inhibitions whatsoever, he noses at your shin, leaking rainwater onto the beige bedroom carpet. Jungkook pokes one head in and you’re not surprised to see that he’s much in the same state.

“And you’re wet as well,” you point out, monotonous, as he shrugs in response.

“Forgot to take my umbrella.”

You don’t chide him, having honestly no strength to do so. Instead, you plop down onto the bed, stifling another monstrous yawn, not entirely missing the faint wrinkle of concern carving its way in the space between Jungkook’s eyebrows but choosing to not remark upon it. He was already too worried these last few weeks. Still Jungkook remains Jungkook and not a second after, from his spot in the doorway comes gentle but somewhat of a sternly voiced question.

“Are you okay? You look…I’m sorry tired is not the word. Drained of your very soul.”

You offer him a mirthless laugh, running a palm over your face.

“Is it that obvious?” you try to joke but the hint of frailty betrays you. Its note might be faint but for Jungkook with his musical pitch, its laid out bare on a desolate cliff. He doesn’t speak but there’s no need to. His face says it all.

“It’s just I’ve never not…known things,” you admit, a sense of frustration immediately clutching at your chest. “I’ve always been quick to adapt. A month, two months tops and I’d be like a fish in water but…” the end of the sentence trails off into a frustrated sigh.

“It’s not your fault they’re not training you properly,” he objects but even so remembers to be quiet. There was no use in shouting and that was the rule you both agreed upon.

“I know it’s not my fault,” you mumble underneath your nose but even you yourself can hear the disheartened nature of that statement. For long dragging stretches of time, you simply stare at Bam, reaching out to pat him ever so slightly.

“I’m just…tired, Koo,” at last you state, the final walls breaking down in one, finite statement.

“I get it,” he echoes somberly, the shared faraway glint in both of your eyes reminding you both of the many, many tired late evening, early mornings and the middle of the nights. Jungkook rouses himself out the soured memory lane first. He shakes his head and paddles over, sitting on the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight.

“You want a shoulder massage?” he offers and as his touch settles upon your skin, you wince, prompting a hissing curse from his lips.

“It’s like a rock, baby,” Jungkook whines in your ear. You try to shrug the sentence away however the flare of unexpected pain puts a firm stop to it.

“And I don’t think you’ll make it better,” you sigh, trying, in a last ditch attempt, to sound a tad playful. You think it somewhat works as Jungkook pressed a preemptively apologetic kiss to the back of your head.

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thewitchqueenofharrenhal · 10 months

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Oberyn wasn't a perfect father, but when you compare him with other fathers in asoiaf he is one of the best ones. But it doesn't mean he treated Obara's mother in good way. It was only one moment but he subconsciously and consciously shaped Obara as person. And I love the parallel. Her mother's tears or her father's spear. Tears as symbol of being passive, accepting bad things happening to you and spear as a symbol of fighting against all odds, about facing every obstacle it takes to lead you to happiness. And spear, as well as Sun itself, is a symbol of House Martell. Obara choosing spear meant she is now part of Martell family, that she chooses to be raised by Oberyn and thus for him to adapt teachings of Martell upbringing onto her. Oberyn wasn't great as dealing with grief himself, so he wasn't able to teach his daughters this, but he knew how to pave his way to happiness despite tragic things happening to people closest to him. Doran himself said Ellaria made Oberyn happy. He let her into his life and was happy with her. But shadow of Elia was always there and his thirst for Lannisters blood was ever present.

Ellaria wonderfully pointed it out when she asked when this whole 'revenge' thing ends. This process seemed to be neverending in Oberyn's mind. It came from his deep love for Elia and her children, undoubtedly, but it damaged Obara, Nym and Tyene.

But after all, their need for vengeance just proves how much they loved Oberyn. Even if sometimes it's better to restrain yourself, it still burns within and it'll always be in the back of one's mind until the revenge is extracted.

Oberyn was definitely a flawed man and a flawed father but it’s fair to state he was one of the better ones. I think like almost all characters in ASOIAF he is shades of grey and that’s why I enjoy his character so much and he is so beloved despite being a minor character!

What we see with him is funny enough something I think we see with Ned Stark - These are “generally” good men, who want to be good fathers and want to see their daughters succeed and they are forever haunted by what occured to their beloved sister.

However that doesn’t stop them from being men in a violently misogynistic and aggressively harmful society. As Ned aspires to give Arya just a bit more freedom than Lyanna had, Oberyn aspires to give Obara safety and protection that Elia didn’t get (That is how I interpreted it btw thus this is more headcanon territory - As we are not outright informed in the books why? Oberyn’s girls are so educated not only intellectually but in martial arts, besides their bastardy)

While both Ned & Oberyn make concessions for their daughters we wouldn’t typically see in this society that doesn’t mean they are perfect and it most certainly doesn’t mean they don’t cause harm.

Oberyn’s actions towards Obara and her mother are point blank period disgusting and vile. I resent the idea that tears mean passivity because they absolutely do not - but that is a clear sentiment that very much exists in misogynistic men and a violently misogynistic society - especially without discussing that Obara’s unlike say Nymeria’s mother was a sex worker.

The likely future for Obara would have been to follow her mother into a very unfortunate life and yet she is saved from it by the as you eloquently mentioned “Martell spear” and her proximity to Oberyn as his daughter - making her “special”, but what about her mother? Why doesn’t her mother count?

I think the cognitive dissonance between love,hatred and fear really show up in Obara’s inherent anger and her desire to see Oldtown burn - this anger can’t be projected on the father who died avenging his sister and loved her so much - so why not the city that failed her mother? Not to mention the inherent shame that was instilled into her in that city by Oberyn (& likely others) in such an important moment in her life.

"Yes, she wants to set the torch to Oldtown. She hates that city as much as our little sister loves it." -AFFC.

It just adds really horrible levels to Oberyn’s actions and cannot be defended and shouldn’t be and it’s unfortunate that those actions will have consequences as you mentioned Oberyn’s eldest girls especially will be marred by the desire for vengeance that he could not let go - just as Arianne, and especially Quentyn were marred by Doran’s actions. ASOIAF is really splendid in showcasing the cycles of abuse and trauma that can filter down through families.

The tragedy is that it really was all out of love and there is so much love really! in all of the House Martell dynamics. So much love and pain and it makes sense! The crimes committed against House Martell cannot be denied. I am still hopeful all my girls will be alright and well by the end of the series 🫶🥹

#asoiaf #oberyn martell #house martell #valyrianscrolls #anon

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trlvsn · 1 year

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I hope you won’t mind elaborating, please ignore this message if it makes you uncomfortable, but I am terribly intrigued by the correlation between shipping narumitsu and having attachement issues, and I would love to hear your thoughts - either on the pattern you’ve noticed, or on why you think one would lead to the other? Sincerely, a sceptical of the idea that our fictional preferences reflect who we are (who also just happens to ship narumitsu lol) (this is all /lh and /genuinely interested btw my signature is meant to be tongue in cheek not passive-aggressive)

this doesn't make me uncomfortable at all! in fact, i'm happy to elaborate. i would, however, like to start this by saying i meant the case majority of nrmt shippers, not every single one, so if this doesn't apply to you - honestly, great news for your future and present relationships with people.

anyways. when i started reading narumitsu fanfiction, i noticed a pattern. people tend to make the characters pass the "i will find you and help you" role like a hot potato between the characters depending on the time of the events in the fanfic - if it's feenie or aa1 era, phoenix is the one who writes endless letters and seeks miles out, if it's aa3-aa4, edgeworth is the one who flies across the ocean to see wright or helps him financially and emotionally during the disbarment. each time, that borderline obsessive behavior gets romanticized and turns into the basic formula of "i'm in pain, closed off and not who i really am - let me help you despite your constant refusals - okay i'm better now. i love you also". i don't mean to say it's inherently bad to write stuff like that or that it makes the relationship toxic, i'm simply hyperbolizing and making an overall point.

another thing about those fics is that the hurt/comfort is usually centered on the one who needs the comfort. if phoenix helps miles get over the turnabout goodbyes trial, holds him after an earthquake or saves him "again", it's usually a miles-centered fic, and the disbarment ones are a phoenix study. it can be the other way around, of course, but the ones described earlier made me have a realization.

as i've stated in my nrmt analysis post, what they would have had before turnabout succession is just... not that healthy in my eyes? not long term healthy, at least. so i feel like nrmt fans tend to have a warped sense of what love and relationships are, constantly defining phoenix and miles by what they do for each other and what they mean to each other, not by their individual growth. phoenix often gets too much credit for saving miles, miles gets assigned the role of the one who was always there during the 7yg and helped take down kristoph, etc. again, not bad!! just interesting.

and with all of that being portrayed as this big romantic thing, i just feel like the narumitsu fans can be divided into different groups. if you like phoenix-centered bratfeen and aa1-3 wrightworth, you are likely to disregard your emotional needs for the sake of another person, idealize then, and to have experienced parental neglect or betrayal and abandonment of some kind, which can lead to an anxious attachment style. the people who like aa1-3 wrightworth with explorations of miles and disbarment fics about phoenix might have an idea in their head that no one understands them and never will, have a tendency to isolate themselves and have an avoidant attachment style. it might get mixed up too. of course, this is no way scientifically credible or well-spoken, it's like two am for me, what am i doing. but anyway, with the way nrmt shippers practically tie these two together by their identities... yeah.

again. absolutely no shade or hate or anything similar. i'm a huge narumitsu enjoyer. i have 333 bookmarks on ao3 and god knows some of them are exactly what I described above. but a girl has to speak her mind.

#/lh for all #raysanswers #narumitsu #wrightworth

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fangirleaconmigo · 10 months

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book vs netflix question! I was thinking last night and wanted to ask what are your thoughts in regards of the different ways Calanthe defies destiny in each story?

I was just having rambly thoughts yesterday, we know Calanthe is jsut as strong willed in both canons, but the approach (and results) are very different in both universe, in the Netflix canon she's basically a lady of war and ready to throw hands with destiny if it dares take what's hers, directly opposing and denying Geralt a chance to so much as see Ciri; however in the books Calanthe seemed more… cautious, for the lack of the better word, more passive aggressive, if you know what I mean. She mostly just seemed to try to make as difficult as possible for Geralt to get to ciri in a more "well, if it's REALLY destined, then he should be able to figure it out his own" (ex: in N! calanthe puts a decoy in front of Geralt and jails him when he tries to come for Ciri, in the books she does show him Ciri, among a gaggle of other childrens, hoping he'll get the wrong one, and when Geralt says he won't take her she believes him)

Hello dear!

Thanks for asking about Queen Calanthe! I absolutely adored her immediately in the books, in a...WOW this is such a charismatic, complex, fuckin cool female character way, and her conversations with Geralt were amazing.

YMMV, but for me, the way TWN!Calanthe is portrayed is a by-product of two trends in book to tv adaptations:

In tv adaptations, (especially ones like TWN that focuses much more on the action than the char dev), the characters personalities are made sort of more broad and obvious, to get the message across quickly.

So for example, in the books, they mention in passing that she drinks beer 'like a man' and so TWN has her come in yelling 'beer!' and swigging it. I have seen some people complain it's over the top, but it *is* very clearly taken from a detail in the books.

It also says that she leads her men into battle herself (Queen Meve does this too, I LOVE that the witcher books make their queens so fuckn cool) and TWN shows this.

She legitimately loves Eist, and I think TWN shows that.

She also does try to manipulate and bully Geralt into killing Duny and grow angry when he resists her.

However, she is much more strategic and subtle.

I think my favorite line about her in the books is this:

"Geralt was amazed by her arsenal of smiles."

Preceding that line, here are the kinds of smiles she gives various people

"Calanthe smiled faintly" (at Cookoodak when he tried to express interest in pavetta)

"Calanthe's smile grew wider" (when she was slyly shading Cookoodak subtly for cheating on his wife)

then she was "a little flushed" with Eist, the only man who could make her do that, then

"Calanthe smile, but her eyes were narrowed and angry" (when Geralt is defying her)

Then she has a "venomous green glance", then "the semblance of a pleasant smile on her lips", then an "enigmatic" smile. Geralt concludes at a certain point that:

"The queen's smile could have meant anything."

She pushes him and is very much a queen, with all of the expectation of submission that this entails. But she is pragmatic, subtle, and she is not cruel.

Unlike in the show, she does not rub Geralt's mother's abandonment in his face. She does not yell at Pavetta to suck it up and marry someone she hates. (though she is ready to kill Duny all the same)

And when Geralt comes to get Ciri, she is far too proud to back out. But she does set things up where he has to choose which one the child is. It is very fairy tale esque. He ends up taking full responsibility by demuring, and deciding not to take the child at all. (I expound on this in "five differences between Netflix Geralt and Book Geralt)

The 'flattening' of her character for TWN makes her quite striking right away, and she is entertaining and I loved watching her. (I watched the show before I read the books, so I had no preference)

But at the same time, the fact that she is so loud and brash makes you wonder at her ability to strategize. Pissing off Nilfgaard by humiliating the suitor, partying while Nilfgaard advances, jailing Geralt, those kinds of things kind of make you go...lady, what are you doing? (though Calanthe does briefly consider assassinating Geralt in the books, she is not a saint whatsoever, but she changes her mind and thinks better of it)

But the biggest change (in my opinion) has to do with her relationship with the elves.

For 'secondary' characters, adaptations OFTEN change them however they wish to fit the narrative or story they are telling. In tv adaptations in general, these changes are usually made to create tension and conflict. Novels can go ages and ages without conflict.

For TWN Calanthe, they make her racist against elves. I think they have focused very much on that theme and wanted to set Ciri up with a legacy she had to grapple with.

So, unlike the other qualities which are more of an exaggeration, or flattening of her character, this one I think is a full on change.

I know that normally I pull a lot more book quotes to illustrate things like this, but that can take me days or weeks, and to be honest, someone else on tumblr has already done all of that work comparing/contrasting the two.

So I will leave you with this post by a fan of book!Calanthe, which puts the two right next to each other to show the differences.

Whether you prefer TWN or the books, or just enjoy them as two different things, there are some major differences there, and that post does a good job of showing them.

Thanks again for the ask my dear!

#asks #calanthe #queen calanthe #the witcher #thinking about the witcher books yet again

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mayasdeluca · 3 months

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I've really liked your blog for a long time now. I've always enjoyed your content and your comments and answers to people's questions. You seem like a level headed person, Sam.

What I fail to understand is your blatant dislike and disregard towards Jaina and her character on S19.

She's out there shining a light on her community and doing things to lift them up. Not everything needs to revolve around the LGBTQIA+ community. There are other marginalized groups that are under represented.

And the fact that you won't answer this comment out in the open on your page says a lot. You should really dig down deep and ask yourself why that is.

This whole Marina Fandom was beautiful in the beginning until they starting pitting the women against each other. Especially Danielle and Jaina.

The fact that the entire cast has pulled away from Danielle says alot. Maybe this Fandom needs to open their eyes and be honest just for once. Cos something ain't right there.

I really don't like what you're implying by saying I won't answer this on my page with your passive aggressiveness so here is the answer you're so desperately looking for.

You have sent me quite a few messages now (it's pretty obvious they're all from the same person) that follow the same type of pattern. The passive aggressiveness comments while expressing your love for Jaina, throwing shade at Danielle for different things and making insane assumptions that suit some type of narrative that you have in your head that isn't factual.

I had already answered your ask regarding the cast not posting BTS and your comment about Jaina not posting because the Marina fandom is mean to her. I already gave you reasons why that's not a fair blanket statement to make and why she's off putting to people in the fandom. Not everyone has to like her. (I especially don't have to like her character so I won't even elaborate on that.) I don't know why you're failing to understand that I don't. People can say that stuff happened a while ago, that's fine, but she's not someone I pay attention to or want to follow and I can make that choice. There are people who make the same choice with Danielle for the stuff that happened in 2020 and if they want to do that, that's their decision as well.

You then go on to make ridiculous comments about how Danielle has stopped caring about the show/posting about it and is only posting about her boyfriend/best friend's child. A lie. You completely ignore that part and just start defending Jaina in your next ask and make another dig at Danielle about the timeline of her relationship (which is hilarious coming from a Jaina fan because newsflash, she also got with a married man. It's ridiculous to me that a fan of either person would try and hold that against either of them...you either accept both or think both is wrong. Frankly I don't care for either relationship which is why I decided to ignore your second ask because it would then create more asks about stuff that I really don't want to get into on my blog. I pick and choose which asks I answer for several reasons and that's one of them.)

Now you're here again trying to imply that I'm somehow against what Jaina is doing for her community when that's not the case at all. All representation matters. What she's doing for them is great and that's good for her. I have never said otherwise or made a comment about that. It's absolutely unnecessary for you to undermine the LGBTQ+ community in the process though, while you're also here trying to accuse the Marina fandom of pitting women against each other. How about we don't pit two communities against each other who both deserve much more representation than they're getting on their screens?

You need to stop acting like the Marina fandom did this out of nowhere. Jaina unfollowed Danielle and it all stemmed from that. If she has her reasons, that's fine, good for her. Again, I don't have to like her and I don't even really pay attention to her. I don't send her hate, I simply answer questions and share opinions on my own blog and sometimes she comes up and recently she has been due to what's going on with the show. Her lack of promotion towards a show that she's the lead on has been off putting to me from the start and if you don't want to acknowledge that, that's on you.

I'm not sure what you're looking for here. In case you're confused, my URL is mayasdeluca which means my blog is for Maya and Carina. It's a pro Danielle/Stefania blog. That's what I care about. Not really sure what brought you here in the first place with the way you continue to trash Danielle and make these snarky comments but it needs to stop. Again, your last paragraph is a lie and you need to stop this narrative about Danielle while also trying to accuse the Marina fandom of pitting two women against each other when you clearly have no issue stating things about her that simply aren't true to make her look bad and would also qualify as trying to pit them against each other. Hypocritical, no? The 'whole cast' has not pulled away from her. The only one you can argue might have is Barrett, the rest of them seem to have the same kind of relationships they always have had with her. At the end of the day we don't know these people or their relationships or anything of the sort anyway.

I'm here for Marina and for the actresses who portray them and that's it...I don't need these accusations or implications and if you don't like what's on my blog now then maybe it's not the place for you anymore but I have a right to post what I want and what I feel without judgement.

#asks #anon #idk what it is lately but some of the asks i've been getting...its insanity #i apologize to everyone for this long ass answer but it needed to be said because i continue to get messages #and this one really bothered me #i try to answer as many people as i can and enjoy talking to people but i don't need my character questioned #just because i may have different likes/opinions

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izukunii · 2 years

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GRAPES OF HOPE

alternate title: sunday

featuring: aged up!idol!midoriya izuku x tsundere!reader

contribution to @fuwushiguro 's deluxe vault server collab -- 'doin' in for the fame'

contains: izuku’s canonically clumsy

summary: after dropping out of a limousine and onto your doorstep, midoriya izuku thinks he’d like to stay awhile

warnings: minor injury (no descriptions of gore)

midoriya izuku was not particularly fond of his manager. surely as an individual she must have been a half decent human being, but he could say with confidence that not a single minute he’d spent with the woman in the past three years had been pleasant.

maybe it was her pinchy, scratchy voice that always drove his overstimulated mind past the point of no return. or maybe the pond-water green acrylics she wore “so we can match!” that might’ve been it. after all, according to the color wheel, izuku knew best that pond-water was the farthest green from verde mugello, the shade of green so rightfully rebranded as midoriya.

that shit was disgusting. she must have been borderline in love with him to think such things– it truly haunted his nightmares.

of course, it wasn’t just her he despised. he felt a similar aversion towards most of the people he spent his time with– industry drones hired by his agency to twitter about his person, pull him this way towards another round of interviews and that way on another trek across the country and beyond. and even if they looked a little different year after year, they were all the same nonetheless: puppets trained not to get too close to him, to keep their distance.

mostly.

he’d actually liked his last manager. truly. she kept her business where it belonged, didn’t interfere with his sleep or his weight and diet like this one did. she seemed to understand his double identity: midoriya izuku the human and deku the idol. that two halves of the same whole needed to coexist in balance. that he was a person who needed days off and “me time” just like everyone else.

those days he could breathe, could wake up at ten in the morning instead of two because “[your] fans in america need a good morning message!” eat a full breakfast with hash browns and fries instead of a smoothie chock full of yuck and shit because he “had to keep fit if he was to keep his athletic endorsements!”

even before the years he’d spent becoming an idol, midoriya izuku was never capable of hating anything, or anyone for that matter.

enter pond-water green.

two months ago, when she’d overbooked him for the umpteenth time, serving him a sloppy sold-out-show-sandwich with panels, meet and greet’s, and interview fix-in’s and a side of passive aggressive livestream obligations, his distaste had grown into hatred. two weeks ago, when she’d sent him off to film not one, not two, but twelve sponsorship commercials in two days, the hatred had festered into loathing. and now, not two minutes ago, she’d made an off hand comment about what he was wearing, the suit he picked for himself in a rush because his stylist hadn’t had enough heads up to put something together. two minutes ago, he’d come to the conclusion that he absolutely abhorred this useless bitch.

she sat across from him in the backseat, filing her talons, picking at the skin around them. he’d watched her go at it for the past half hour, the sight making the tips of his own fingers hot with fury. despite the cab lights dim glow, to him they seemed so bright. all of it made his head spin like a top.

he carved shallow crescents into his palms, swallowing the lump in his throat to deliver one of his first truths in seven years.

“you’re fired.” to his chagrin, it came out as more of a croak than a composition.

she stopped. the nail kit fell onto the floor of the car.

“you’re fired,” he redeemed. “you can get out of the car now, or we can drop you back off at the office but. . . i’d prefer you to get out of my sight as soon as possible.”

she wouldn’t dare argue with him, not in the face of such rage, a fire she’d never seen trapped behind a deep forest of green, but a simmering inferno of fury and hatred all the same. she obliged, and hurried to step out of the car right onto the corner.

izuku leaned forward, pressing his elbows down into his knees. he let his phone die as the drive went on. soon after, he tossed it between the seats.

“drop me at the nearest hotel,” he told the driver, as sleep began to catch up to him. “i’ll leave you all the cash i’ve got on me.”

the driver first gave him a look through the rearview mirror as if to say are you serious? but when izuku dumped the sum across the median, the driver only nodded, taking a few more turns before they reached a pension, no more than two stories, with soft shutters and a little white picket fence, but only for the western aesthetic, for the feature was certainly not higher than his knees.

“should i send for clothes or. . . a chaperone or. .. anything, mister?” the driver asked.

izuku found he’d already opened the door before he even heard the question. tugging his suit jacket behind him much like a child with their precious blanket, he stood in front of the pension for long enough that the car had turned the bend when he finally glanced back.

the ache in his feet had more to do with his exhaustion than it did the quaint cobblestone path, and his shoulders surely hurt more from his recent performances than his awful posture.

how long had it been since he walked somewhere, somewhere being a singular destination?

for as long as he could remember, for the better part of his life, he was always hastening, if not jogging, running– here and there, to and fro from one city to another, and never stopping anywhere for longer than a night, like a pinball racing cross country to try and reach the stars.

he gripped one door knob as tight as he could, as if to steady himself. his stiff gait had rendered him dizzy, and he was drunk off the taste of freedom. he took but a moment to himself, pressing his forehead into the wood of the door as if it would wipe off his nervous sweat–

then the door opened, pulling him inside the building and into the arms of–

“how long were you just going to stand there before you pitched me whatever it is you're selling?” the woman asked, blowing a strand of hair out of her face.

“selling?” he squeaked as she helped him stand upright.

she shifted her weight to the other side to tighten her grip on a broom.

this man had a familiar and boyish face. kind eyes. the kind of smile that could raise a room’s spirits at the sight of a tooth. she just couldn’t place a name to him.

“for a salesman you don’t have much of an ego, do you?” she smiled.

he watched a grin wash over her entire face, emotion even spreading down to her shoulders, all the way to the tips of her fingers as she twirled the broom in her hands.

“i’m not a salesman,” he tried to convince her. “i’m. . . lost.”

“hmm.” she grabbed at her chin, the tip of her thumb tugging at her lower lip. “it’s nice to meet you, lost, but i have a lot of work to do. there’s some maps around here. if you find them, maybe they’ll help you out.”

once he’d got himself straightened out, he perked up. “do you have a vacancy?”

“vacancy?” she responded. the question was unheard of. she wasn’t even open yet! of course! she could’ve cried! “do you have a deposit?”

“well, no,” he replied sheepishly.

“now that you mention it, i haven’t seen anyone around since i got here.” he smiled.

“you only just got here! you can’t expect everyone to come crawling when you arrive ya know!”

“well, usually they. . .” his face fell. midoriya izuku, room for one. “no, i guess not, huh?”

she wanted to open him up, to ask him what was wrong, why he looked so sad behind his smile.

she thought better of that. “‘if you want to stay, stay for all i care but you’re gonna have to pull your weight for it.

“how long?”

“a week?” he tried.

“a week!?”

let’s not be too hasty! she reminded herself. twice the hands doing a week’s worth of work could really put her ahead of schedule– maybe she’d find time to go into town too, or finally fix up the odds and ends. . .

“fine. one week. but you’re on my time now, sir. . . i didn’t get your name.”

“midoriya.” his true name tasted like a clear spring as it flowed off his lips, new and yet to be disturbed. “midoriya izuku.”

“midoriya. just. . . midoriya ‘ass over there and start unpacking the boxes. if you’re as strong–!” she stopped and took a few steps back, though she hadn’t noticed that she was only inches away from the stranger.

was he a stranger at all?

“i meant. . . if you’re useful enough, we can probably be up and running way ahead of schedule.”

“you mean. . you’re not even operating?” there was that smile again.

she huffed, turning away to hide her embarrassment. she then opted for a productive distraction and started unpacking the boxes herself.

midoriya followed behind her, wringing his hands, his eyes erratically scanning over every fan and fireplace. taking it in eased his mind. his gaze fell upon a corner of the lobby, one that seemed to be a separate room entirely.

it seemed that she had gated it off with some more boxes, a small table, and a lamp. between piles of pillows he could make out a mattress. . .

“have you been living here?”

“where else would i live?” she grumbled, tearing open a box.

he didn’t answer.

“are you just gonna stand there all day or are you gonna help me?”

“r-right!”

as he surged forward to take the pair of scissors from her hand, once more he lost his balance, except the only thing to steady himself was–

“what am i going to do with you?”

and even though a cut straight through his palm hurt more than hell, midoriya izuku was still smiling, because for the first time in seven years, he felt alive again.

#midoriya izuku #midoriya izuku fic #midoriya izuku fluff #bnha fic #bnha fluff #doin' it for the fame collab #luxe vault server collab #grapes of hope #my works #my writing

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kalims · 3 years

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Anon with the blues here! Sorry for the confusion haha, i wanted some comfort headcanons from the boys as your boyfriends/lovers. Thank you again :]

✉ ⋮ hello anon! I hope ur day goes better!! ^^ also sorry for the kinda(?) late response, I've been trying to get a hold of boys's personalities better and school just started to it sucks a lot.

⁀ ✦ chongyun

chongyun my love, my first main after noelle!!

the type of boyfriend to push you away gently when you try to embrace him with a guilty look plastered across his face.

unfortunately, as stated in his personality. he does desperate measures to prevent himself from warming up, hugs will only prove it worse otherwise. though he's incredibly guilty and a little sad that he can't provide you with the affection a normal boyfriend does.

absolutely finds himself culpable at your crestfallen expression that wipes off your face the moment you catch him staring, but he quickly composes himself as he outlooks the negatives by replacing it with a positive mindset.

chongyun always seeks out to compose himself before he switches to his... friendly and exited persona. as a means of a desperate effort to contain his feelings before it breaks out, he passive aggressively munches on his popsicle, trying to get you out of his mind and calm himself down.

the excessive amount of love that he feels isn't exactly beneficial as it ends up with his temperature gradually warming down which could also lead to his manic state. fear not, sometimes he swallows up his fears to wrap atleast one arm around you, testing the waters before it eventually transforms into a hug that made you feel a little woozy because it's never common for these type of things to happen in the first place!

xingqqui proves to be a menace these days, only ever greeting him with a sly smile. on those days, chongyun knows it's one of the times that xingqqui relentlessly pokes fun at him, even going as far as mentioning your name to get a reaction. unfortunately for him, chongyun proves to be quite the stoic boy that has a good grip on his emotions.

dates to the wanmin restaurant? he never agreed to it but xingqqui managed to trick you into going so now he has to because he knows that xingqqui is probably gonna expose him :(. he hates the place since it basically radiates heat, it being a restaurant and all. not to mention, the thought of yet another one of xiangling's spicy dishes already makes heat crawl up into his spine... *shivers*

he prefers to chill under the shade of a tree, perhaps a little distance away from the city for quiet time. his favorite is when winter rolls in, because he can freely touch you without much problem since the weather gradually cools him down.

you can't tell if his cheeks are flushed red from the cold or because of you.

chongyun come give me a kith kith. [flushed]

⁀ ✦ kaeya

smug bastard, unfortunately he's incredibly attractive which also means he can sway a lot of people with a mere sly smile and a low chuckle that seems to capture his onlookers in a trance, in short he's the perfect definition of an ideal boyfriend for teens! he's charming, sweet, and not to mention goddarn beautiful!

he's got a knack for charming the elders of mondstadt, even so they congratulate him warmly when he brings up that he's in a relationship when one of the old peeps tried to set him up with they're daughter/son. claiming that he'd be the perfect "husband and grandson." sad face, why does everybody have to like him damn it.

he lets go of your hand abruptly before catching you before you actually fall when you lean on an edge of a balcony for support, only using his hands by means of not hurling down to the ground for bone breaking. laughs lighty at your terrified expression as you cling at him and stare at down in horror.

not ashamed at all, he's the epitome of bold. propping his cheek against his palm as he stares at you with half lidded eyes and an unbothered smirk?? that's so attractive man it's almost unreal, he's got those "eyes." many envy you because bro? have you seriously felt the tension in this room??????

kaeya is surprisingly sentimental... there are times where you both just lay in bed, face to face with eachother, legs tangled up in eachother and blanket barely covering up the both of you as you gaze into each others eyes quietly in a sense of tenderness. call it an innocent moment if you'd like because it certainly is, there's just something about staring into your spouse's eyes and seeing nothing but love glimmering in it.

kaeya getting bored of his drink and insisting to taste yours? yes please, just imagine this. you're in the tavern with kaeya, he sips the rim of your cup, slowly. his eyes seemingly more duskier and.. dare I say seductive? than usual, as he maintains eye contact all while watching as your ears turn a shade of red, he severely enjoys and knows the effect he has on you.

despite him being able to slide in a conversation smoothly and effortlessly catching the attention of people, kaeya openly shows his disappointment when you leave my sighing in a dramatic fashion and avoiding your eyes, saying that you surely wouldn't wanna hang out with him.. yes, he's trying to guilt trip you but can you blame him? It isn't all fun when he drowns in the feeling of loneliness and you were the only one who'd actually come grace him with your presence and comfort him through tough times.

you even have to keep him from getting too intoxicated unless he gets drunk and tries to mess with diluc.. again..

⁀ ✦ dansleif

there is no doubt that little is known about dansleif, even as his lover. you barely remember anything about him, his hobbies, interests.. it all seems like he truly is an enigmatic character.

sometimes you wonder, what would it take for him to share? you were too cowardly to outright question him, fearing that all he'll give you is a cold stare and even colder words, like the matter is an easy topic for him to brush away.

he is too perspective for you to be able to hide your intrusive thoughts, you can't hide anything from him but seems like himself is a master at doing so. only time will tell, as your relationship blossoms you'll eventually become a pillar in his life that surprisingly supports him whole. and perhaps—perhaps he'll be willing to share his burdens he'd shouldered for a long time.

dansleif isn't sure on how to express himself, people know him as the customer of the tavern who visits not to frequently, wearing an stone cold expression that challenged even diluc's.

he has unshakable curiosity and will absolutely not give up, he finds your constant affirmations of love to him endearing. he can't help but let his thoughts wander. what is the source of this habit? why him?

believe it or not, dansleif claims he does not 'lack time' but lately, he finds himself coming short on time with you. as he is the one who seeks out to take down the abyss order, he cannot just sit tight while they are constantly on the move. it's a shame for him, he wants to stay but he can't. :((

his voice is soothing and he's confused when you point it out... also a little taken aback when you ask of him to ramble all about past events he finds interesting enough to share. who was he to decline to a face full of anticipation?

honestly I thought about just sitting in a grassy field with dansleif, the quiet sounds of the soothing, gentle wind passing through and the sounds of civilization nearby is the only sounds heard as you clutch his hand and gaze at the endless stars above with awe stuck eyes. both of your eyes are stuck on the most be thing you've seen, yours being on the stars and his being on.. yours because u are the most beautiful thing he's seen. <3

thoughts pt.2 on those very rare times, you'd see dansleif sleeping soundly on your side with the usual ornament on his right eye discarded on the bedside table. I can't help but think about his tousled blonde hair, eyelashes closed as he draws relaxed, even breaths. oh wow, his arms are even holding your waist!! 😏

bonus? you just absent-mindedly folding a stems of flowers one after another, rambling and huffing in triumph when you finally finish making a flower crown. dansleif gazes at you from afar, under the shade of a tree, watching as you approach him and place the flower crown in his hair carefully.

┊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

hot springs hot springs!! thoma is ecstatic that he's finally got his freedom back, the bonus was the fact that he could practically see how buzzing the city was. ehh.. moving on, he's unfortunately a man so the hormones just get to him. he tries to be a gentleman though, trying hard to keep his mind off you while he basks in the warm water against his skin, you were just on the other side of the wall.. so that doesn't help his case at all.

hot pots? no matter how many times he's lost in the game, he seems to be growing determined to win the next after the other. thoma complains a lot to you, claiming that ayaka and the traveler were 'ganging up on him and cheating' he pouts when you merely answer with an amused smile and a raised brow.

you see that little cute headband he wears? the one with the horns? yes that, he thinks it's really cute that you strike a pose whenever you successfully steal it away from his head and prop it on your own. (not that he would pass up an opportunity for this to happen of course!) in the end, he'll run away from you when ou try to put it back because don't you see it looks way better on you??

listen, I love sakura trees so maybe imagine yourself sitting under the shade of one, a blanket neatly placed under and several servings of inazuma dining scattered across the cloth. thoma presents his specialty with a lopsided grin, barely hiding his pride as his eyes glint with anticipation when you munch on his food and let out a content sound.

hiding away from ayato when he tries to feed thoma yet another cursed 'snack' both of you holding your breaths when the head of the yashiro commission passes by your hiding spot before breaking into grins and giggles. only for your sounds to cease when a tall shadow looms over the light eluminated by the door. ayato stands over with a chuckle before pulling thoma by his collar, the lattee yelling at you to help him!!

a spear suddenly whizzing pass you and hitting a hilichurl square in the face before strong arms pull you in the air, thoma holds you over his shoulder as he leaps in the air!! he makes a quick escape and questions if you were hurt with concerned eyes.

thoma who always picks the spot next to you in the komore teahouse, deflating whenever he finds the seat beside you already occupied. he doesn't have the heart to tell the person to move and only gazes at you intently, sighing in feign sadness when you ignore him and go on your business. the best drama king honestly.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin headcanons #genshin x you #thoma x reader #thoma x you #tohma x you #tohma x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x you #dansleif x you #chongyun x reader #chongyun x you #genshin boys x reader

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rhianwen24601 · 2 years

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Jaci's Top Ten Dumb Three Houses Character Headcanons:

10. Seteth both loves and hates flash mobs. Yes, there is a story. No, he does not want to talk about it.

9. Bernadetta owns no less than five Snuggies, all of which she made herself and is very proud of. They are different colours depending on her mood. She also made Snuggies for all of her friends and three more for Hubert, in varying shades of black, because he was so excited about the first one. (In case anyone is wondering, yes, Edelgard's Snuggie has little plushie horns, and they are adorable. <3)

8. Caspar Does Not Trust Chickens. He is certain that they're up to something sinister, and every time he eats chicken he considers it a personal victory, like he's helping to thin out their numbers before they can rise up and peck humanity to death.

7. Flayn is into power metal. It doesn't exist yet in the setting, but she's still into it. Someday it will exist, and she'll find a missing part of herself.

6. Marianne would absolutely give head pats and chin rubbies to Rhea in dragon form if presented with the oportunity.

5. Claude HAS given head pats and chin rubbies to Rhea in dragon form. He didn't mean to, okay?! He sees something big and scaly with wings outside of battle, and his first instinct is chin rubbies!

4. Ashe gets REALLY ANNOYED and SUPER PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE when someone uses his kitchen stuff and doesn't take the appropriate care with it. Oh, you used all his carefully sharpened paring knives open your mail and now they're dull? No, that's no problem, he'll just stop in the middle of lunch prep and do them again, even though he just did them this morning. Are you sure you don't have any more mail to open first?

3. Dedue asked Annette for singing lessons specifically so he could sing to his plants better. She thought it was so sweet that she just HAD to tell Mercie, and it got out, and now Dedue regularly receives singing lessons from Dorothea and Manuela. He is not entirely sure how this happened, but his flowers seem to like it.

2. Ferdinand constantly narrates whatever he's doing in song, and often doesn't even realize he's doing it. The moment that he finally figured out how the enemy was anticipating his every move was particularly awkward, made only more so by the fact that he loudly sang this shocking realization, thus giving away his position YET AGAIN.

1. Rhea smokes hella weed, but she could definitely stand to smoke more. She has convinced Seteth to smoke with her exactly three times, and each time, he enjoyed it immensely, but put a formal reprimand on his own permanent record the next day.

#Fe3h #Please don't take any of this seriously #I am and shall continue to be a Moron #seteth fire emblem #bernadetta von varley #caspar von bergliez #flayn fire emblem #marianne von edmund #claude von riegan #ashe ubert #dedue molinaro #ferdinand von aegir #rhea fire emblem

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A COLLECTION [ updated: 8 . 23 . 21 ]

—NETFLIX & CHILL.

summary If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality. warnings smut in the forms of grinding, oral (f), cum eating, vanilla unprotected sex, dirty talk misc use of the oldest trick in the book (“your hands are sooo big”), shy oblivious AND gentleman jk? pick a struggle, brief ment of app developer kook, evil and conniving oc word count 10.2k posted june 12, 2020

—HULU & WOOHOO.

summary But there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Jersey Shore boner. warnings slight feelings of insecurity, smut in the forms of fingering, cunnilingus, cum eating, squirting, hand jobs, unprotected sex, riding, slight praise kink misc if you’re not a Jersey shore fan honestly GET OUT, mentions of capitalism😡, more kind/understanding kook, basically a “what are we?” fic but silly, irresponsible emailing habits, its so dumb just read word count 6.3k posted july 4, 2020

—IMAX & CLIMAX.

summary The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings smut in the form of blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl (? kinda), daddy kink that morphs into ily kink misc jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count 9.8k posted august 5, 2020

—KISSANIME & FOREPLAY.

summary You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings mentions of hentai, smut in the forms of cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 word count 8.2k posted september 1, 2020

—DISNEY+ & BUST.

summary There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb. It’s not. It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. warnings arguments, feelings of insecurity, bit of asshole jk, smut in the forms of humiliation, dumbification, choking, fingering, spit kink, self punishment (? idk lol), unprotected but [ passionate ] sex, jk losing his cool, the return of mean jk, desperate jk, he is actually an emotional mess in this one wtf misc angst, anniversaries, the L word😳, app developer kook, rip ‘pretty girl’ </3, we all become phineas and ferb stans word count 13k posted september 9, 2020

—ESPN & BDSM.

summary You would like to personally thank every loud-mouthed, ESPN commentator out there for saving you from Jungkook’s dangerous seduction skills. warnings smut in the forms of brief femdom, handcuffs, nipple clamps, blindfolding, flogging/use of a riding crop, soft dom kook, cunnilingus, spitting, unprotected but passionate, degradation, as always it starts horny n then turns into I love u kink misc kook has a swollen ankle so idk how he did all this, jk abuses the fuck outta pet names part 7, revenge gone wrong tbh, this was honestly a beginner’s intro to vanilla bdsm word count 12.7k posted september 14, 2020

—YOUTUBE & USE LUBE.

summary You can’t believe this is Jungkook’s preferred sick day treatment; YouTube, cuddles, and an ugly amount of lube. warnings smut in the forms of nipple play, handjobs, spit kink, face riding, unprotected, flavored warming lube, riding, praise kink, soft femdom, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, tit sucking, tit fucking, more jk has an impreg kink, oh and this is all subby kook misc domesticity baby!! fluff, soft scenes /.\, jk is sick:((, doyeon is A Doctor, yn sees an opportunity and she grabs it, surprise ending <3 word count 8.7k posted september 30, 2020

—VIKI & HICKEYS.

summary Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air. warnings a little hurt + a lot of comfort, mentions of cheating!villain!jin, insecure!kook, emotional breakdowns, mentions of jk’s lonely past, jk cries :( smut in the forms of making out, eating out, fingering, clit play, hickeys, jk likes cum, double orgasm, squirting, tiny praise kink, blindfolding, rough + unprotected sex, doggy style, choking!!!, breeding/impreg kink, JEALOUS KOOK, mini hand kink, a lil bit of spanking, degradation, he gets progressively meaner lol oc cries, jk is a good boy n I want him to be happy misc there’s a lot of fuckin plot omfg -_-, it’s Valentine’s Eve!, doyeon makes Some Points, mentions of park seojoon juicy ass, they go on a d8 😳, oc like rlly wants to marry him, oc commits double phone homicide word count 16.3k posted january 14, 2021

—PEACOCK & SWEET TALK.

summary “I wanna watch Solange in Bring It On,” Jungkook smiles, and you have to wonder who exactly this blond man is and what he did with your teen-movie-hating boyfriend. warnings smut in the forms of kissing, cunnilingus (eating out + fingering), light praise, a lil body worship, jk fat cawk, brief nipple play, playful jk, unprotected sex, riding and missionary, the jk hand kink, I love you kink, jk wants nudes, jk’s cheerleader fantasies mentioned, spit kink, light choking, jk has like a scent kink (?), mention of collars and pet play misc app developer jk becomes even MORE app developer-y, oc is anti-google, there's plot, a 2 year anniversary, Solange knowles appreciation, BLOND JK!!!, gets sappy for a sec, seahorse marriage mention, doyeon x joon side pairing, jk is disgustingly dreamy and oc is threatened by that fact word count 10.7k posted march 23, 2021

— CRUNCHYROLL & RAIL.

summary Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. warnings smut in the forms of making out, jk nipple play, some 69 action, cunnilingus, blowjobs, brief choking, jk trying his best to listen to oc but he doesn’t rlly :/, fingering, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, unprotected fuckin raw, its romantic but when is it not… misc fluffy and domestic <3, weekend getaway <3, the Big Question, shy jk, sailor moon supremacy, jk makes this big elaborate speech about the sun and moon, mentions of 240p YouTube quality word count 8.7k posted may 21, 2021

—FUNIMATION & PROCREATION.

summary Never mind your upcoming wedding, this was perhaps the greatest moment of your life— the day Jungkook sought out an anime on his own. warnings kissing, smut in the forms of cunnilingus, cum eating, mentions of anal, doggy style, unprotected sex with the intention of pregnancy, spitting, hand holding<3 misc the wedding night, Doyeon strikes again, jjk watches jjk, oh no not twins word count 9.1k posted july 31, 2021

—BOOMERANG AND BANG.

coming soon

—COOKIES & CREAM.

summary Jungkook will watch a thousand cheesy Christmas movies if it meant making you happy. (And maybe having his dick sucked.) warnings smut in the form of blowjobs, face fucking, cum facials, fingering, overstim, double orgasm, r*mantic sex, riding, unprotected, cream pies, jk does this weird thing where he licks her face yeah idk, jk loves seeing his gf cry, jk has an obsession with jizz misc jk pov !!, eggnog slander, jk hates xmas movies, oc dresses like a sexy mrs claus, Elf !!, jk is in loooove word count 7.1k posted december 23, 2020

— TUTUS & TIARAS.

summary your first pregnancy through the lens of your husband warnings smut in the forms of penetrative sex, sex while pregnant, unprotected sex, tit play, cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, sticking the tip in and jacking off/cockwarming?, creampies, nose kink (? like she grinds against his nose), infatuation with scent, frottage/grinding, lactation kink, titluvr jk [bass boosted] misc married ncouple <3, domesticity, jk pov, mood swings, pregnancy, GIRLDAD!JK, DILF!JK, pregnant!reader, jk’s kids are virgos its true word count 10k posted august 23, 2021

— one.

summary Maybe Jungkook wasn’t always as cool and composed as you initially believed. But that’s okay, because you love him all the same. word count 1.3k posted September 10, 2020

—two.

summary Even after all these years, all these doubts, and all this solitude that was really no one’s fault but his own, he still finds himself hoping that maybe you’ll be the one. word count 1k posted september 11, 2020

—three.

summary But Jungkook loves the sun. word count 1.5k posted september 12th, 2020

—four.

summary For the last ten minutes or so his mind has been bothered by one thing and one thing only— the hair that hung in his face. word count 800 words posted september 22, 2020

—five.

summary Startled and inexperienced, he can’t do anything but rub his hands over your back. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he murmurs, even though it’s not. word count 1.3k posted september 22, 2020

—six.

SUMMARY Jungkook enjoyed pushing you down, indulging you in all your little fantasies, but he too had some he wanted to live out. WC 1.8k POSTED september 25, 2020

—seven.

summary And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare. It’s a perfect plan. word count 2k posted october 30, 2020

—eight.

summary You always do this— always ask for more. You take and you take until there’s nothing left for Jungkook to give. But Jungkook is the same. word count 1.9k posted december 28, 2020

—nine.

summary “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?” word count 2.2k posted january 8 2021

—ten.

summary See, there’s no one in this world who ignores his house rules more than you. Even worse, there’s no one on this planet who can make Jungkook ignore his own rules like you do. word count 1.4k posted february 14, 2021

—eleven.

summary You’re too bright, too… there. His shell is too small. word count 1.2k posted may 3, 2021

—twelve.

summary Anyway, if it was up to Jungkook, Kim Doyeon would not be a member of the Engagement Ring Committee. word count 1.4k posted may 8th, 2021

—thirteen.

summary Because for as much shit as you let him get away with, Jungkook is certain you’ll draw the line today. word count 1k posted june 13, 2021

—fourteen.

summary Jungkook needs you to know that you can always count on him. word count 1.3k posted july 6, 2021

—fifteen.

summary It’s Jungkook’s teenage fantasy— being pushed down by a cheerleader. word count 3.1k posted august 9, 2021

— sixteen.

summary Your skin is warm and smells like sunshine. Jungkook can’t really explain it. (And also like the sunscreen you had doused him in earlier, but that isn’t as romantic.) word count 1.9K posted august 11, 2021

—seventeen.

summary She looks his way and suddenly Jungkook is nineteen again, in his dorm, listening to the first person he ever thought he loved telling him he’s too much to handle. word count 1.6k posted august 18, 2021

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Is it just me, or did Rev. Awdry's publishers low-key not like him very much?

This statement from a 1961 Daily Mail article is sending me. It's so full of slime and petty passive-aggressive shade.

"We are very grateful to Mr. Awdry," said his publisher. "His books have earned us a lot of money.

Aww. Let's start here. Doesn't capitalism just warm the heart?

"We knew we were on to something good when his first manuscript arrived in this office — badly written and illustrated with funny little drawings, on what looked like toilet paper. But the sincerity shone through.

The publishers: We can squeeze money out of that sincerity.

We can fix him.

"His stories aren't so much fantasy as people think. Every incident is based on fact. He'll never let a locomotive do anything which isn't good loco practice, like come off the tracks or take wings and fly.

... was... was the wing thing suggested? at this stage?

wut

"Once we suggested that one of the locos used for spraying weed killer along the track should spray fertiliser instead. He was very cross. Said such a mistake could never occur on British Railways.

Okay, this time I'm on the publishers' side. That's a perfectly fine story idea (would work better for one of the smaller railways, perhaps!) and... excuse me, Reverend? Such a mistake could never occur on British Railways?

You wanna explain the brick an engine in a tunnel and bore a new hole rather than haul it out properly thing?

You wanna carry water for British Railways and explain multiple casualties based on signal failures and human error?

You wanna explain this?

(x)

"We tried to get him to introduce a diesel, because we felt he had to keep up to date. But he killed it off in the same story.

Publishers: This is 1956, man. Put a diesel in it!

Awdry: The diesel's name shall be "Diesel."

Awdry: Also, everyone will hate him and I'll send him packing by the end of the book.

Publishers:

"Anyway, in his latest book he has introduced a n o t h e r diesel and not killed it off, so perhaps he's mellowing towards them."

😂

There were so many demands for his books to be translated into other languages that an attempt was made.

An. Attempt. Was. Made!

Glorious.

"But the engines are so British," I was told. "And French engines are female, so Thomas had to be changed to Thomasine. Mr. Awdry didn't like that at all."

Don't even talk to me, I'm dying.

Mr. Awdry keeps a strict control on his dream world. It is never allowed to interfere with his parish affairs and an urgent summons from his publishers goes unheeded if it clashes with a meeting of the Housewives' Guild.

Uh, good for him. I absolutely love these guys being reminded that business is not, in fact, the most important thing in the world.

#ttte #rev. w. awdry #poor rev. awdry #thomas the tank engine #the railway series #... THOMASINE #btw didn't awdry submit his first story during WARTIME?#like they couldn't even publish it due to... PAPER SHORTAGES?#lay the hell off him about the paper he submitted it on! 🙄#'badly written'#like. i believe them. but you really went and told the newspapers that the first story he gave you was 'badly written'?? damn son

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askthefatuiharbingers · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if you have any headcanons for how the harbingers express their emotions? If that’s too much for one post then maybe just how they express anger/sadness?

OOC: oooo, this is going to be a fun one! I mostly did anger in this post. If there's more specific reactions you're looking for in the future, feel free to send in more asks <3

Tartaglia-

He's an oddball when it comes to emotions, you would think he would normally be fairly upfront about things, since he seems to be the most relaxed of the harbingers, but that's not the case at all.

You will never truly know how he feels about something. He could be totally devastated by something and still manage to wear a smile.

Childe is the KING of repressing emotions. This man has suffered not only from the Fatui, but also in the abyss

He will never outwardly show a weak emotion, as he refuses to put himself at a disadvantage, or appear weak. Regardless of who he’s with, whether it's his colleagues, family, a friend, or even a lover. He will always have that same stupid smile plastered on his face.

Though, if what’s upsetting needs to be changed or dealt with, he would be insanely casual about it. So much so that you would doubt he was even actually complaining at all.

He refuses to cry.

But when Childe snaps? When that facade breaks and he's showing his emotions...it makes sense why he was given a hydro vision. His emotions would overpower him, from being dammed up for too long, and it would come out in violent waves. He would get extremely physical, windows, vases, chairs? Anything he could get his hands on would be shattered...including the people he cares about.

Except for his family, BUT that's only because Childe would never let himself around his family when he felt he was that emotionally wound up.

Signora-

She mostly just gets huffy.

She generally seems annoyed and unpleasant, which is only multiplied tenfold when she's actually upset.

She wouldn't break anything, she has more self control than that,

She also doesn't repress her emotions. Instead letting them flow clearly through her. I suppose you could say she wears them on her sleeve.

If she cries, it's in private. No one has ever seen her cry though.

If she's angry during work, she would slam her papers on the table and walk away. She would intentionally want to make that scene, so someone would ask what was bothering her.

She seems like a total bitch, but she honestly just wants to be heard. Which she is, loud and clear.

If she's upset with you, and you're close by, she would passive aggressively mention how mad she was at you, without name dropping, but of course you would know it's about you.

Dottore-

This man is a temper tantrum wrapped up in a really hot suit.

He definitely angry cries. Like when he gets extremely mad, he’ll just break down sobbing, and it's probably the thing he hates the most about himself.

He tried to create something that would keep him from crying, but every trial failed, so while he hasn't given up on that, it's on hold for the time being.

For the most part he views emotions as stupid, and he tries to not get attached to anything, that way he doesn't have to get angry or sad.

When an experiment fails, he's known for screaming cursing at inanimate objects.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHI-” “Are you okay dude?” “yeah man im fine” -Dottore and Childe, probably

While it's rare for another person to make him mad, if you manage to, run.

He hates having feelings, so if he can put an end to the source of his feelings, he absolutely will without hesitation.

However, before killing you and repurposing your body for science, he would absolutely throw a childish temper tantrum in front of you.

Scaramouche-

Scaramouche typically has a dick-ish personality. On the surface it's hard to tell when he's angry. But his typical unpleasant nature is nothing compared to his anger. Most people would classify the way people express anger as a shade of red, well Scara is a deep dark shade of blue.

He is completely calm when angered, scarily calm, like the deepest parts of the ocean that we have yet to reach.

Scaramouche feels emotions differently than anyone else. When he's genuinely angry, like when something hurts him, he blanks. He doesn't understand it.

Which only makes him angrier, how can something, or even less, someone even dare to make him confused about his own feelings.

Takes getting mad as a personal offense as if it's not his own emotions.

He probably cries if he's alone, but he's just so confused and overwhelmed that he doesn't even know what to do.

Eventually, when the feelings don't go away, and he reaches his maximum frustration point, he’ll probably kill off a few of his men, something of that nature.

He will destroy something, which would allow him to feel in control again.

He’d blame the destruction he caused on whatever upset him.

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bullyhunter--69 · 3 years

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"She's so sweet, really."

Pairing: Izuku x fem!reader

Summary: When you and Izuku started dating, you were as happy as could be. He was beyond sweet and caring, and helped you forget about the bad in your life. But after he introduces you to his mother, Inko, and you start to be a more frequent visitor at the Midoriya household, you realize it's starting to take a bigger affect on you than you thought it would. Why can't your mother be like that?

Tw: mentions of family issues/absent family/family death, bottling up emotions and eventually breaking, a stressed Izuku, ends with soft fluff

A/N: This turned out so much longer and more angsty than planned but I'm really proud of it, tell me what you guys think! 🖤 (This is also my first ever angst written so--)

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Today was a beautiful fall day. Colorful leaves fell around you, the sky was tinged with a deep orange, and the soft grass beneath you made your time all the more comfy. You were snuggled next to Izuku beneath a huge tree on campus, who was currently going on and on about his latest quirk findings. The goal you guys originally had set was to review for the upcoming test, but the topic quickly shifted to Izukus day once your fingers intertwined with his and you inquired about it.

"-and so then once I asked Mr. Aizawa about it I found that- Hey.. are you okay (Y/N)?" You really were listening, but had found that you zoned out. Izukus concerned, soft voice brought you back to reality, and a small smile crawled it's way onto your features. "Yeah 'zuku, I'm all good.. I just was thinking about some stuff and was focusing on your voice. It always helps." You ended your reply with a squeeze of his hand, which all together resulted in his face blooming into a shade of deep red.

"Well, uh.. T-thank you, I'm happy to help!" He stuttered out as he felt butterflies all throughout his body. "Oh, also!" Izuku started, turning his body to face you more, holding your hands in his lap with a nervous look in his eyes. "(Y/N), I was wondering.. we've been together for a bit now and I.. I want my mom to meet you."

As soon as the word 'mom' reached your ears, you tensed up. It was always a sensitive topic, even if it wasn't your parental relationships in question. You knew Izuku had noticed, as the hold on your hands got tighter. "I understand if you're scared or nervous but I know She's gonna love you! She already says you're really pretty and smart just basing off what I've shown her.. she really is looking forward to it, and we don't have to stay long if you don't want to." The gentle rub of his thumb on the back of your hand and the puppy dog eyes was enough to soothe your nerves. If Izuku talked so highly of you to her, and if she was anything like him at all, you figured it wouldn't be that bad to meet her. She would be your mother-in-law someday, so you might as well get it out of the way now and not later.

When the day finally came, you were beyond nervous. The thought of meeting Izuku's mother and her not liking you made a wave of sickness and dread fill every inch of your body. Whether it was a friend, or a boyfriend, meeting mothers always gave you a bad taste in your mouth. It brought back all the feelings that you tried desperately to hide away and fight daily.

See, you were almost fully open with Izuku, but there was one thing he didn't know. Your family, to put it bluntly, was shit. Your mother always belittled you for every single little action you ever made and everything about you. Nothing was ever good enough. As a small child, it was always under-the-table, backhanded compliments with passive aggressive undertones, but after the passing of your father, it turned into raw, brutal words. She was never proud, and never actually loved you, she just used your desire to be a good daughter against you. It was cold, hard, manipulative behavior which resulted in you finally refusing to talk to her after you got accepted into U.A. The mental gymnastics you had to go through to hide all of this, especially from Izuku, was taking a toll on you. You never talked of family and never left the dorms, and had an.. unusual amount of luggage stored away in your room. It seemed like you packed your entire life up in a suitcase and ran.

Which is essentially what you did.

As bad as it sounds, you never planned on telling your love any of this. You just needed to forget all of the childhood trauma you were put through and focus on showing your mother she was wrong. Everything she said about your quirk being useless, to you being intolerable and a bad daughter, would be proved wrong. But, the biggest thing you planned to show her? Is that your father would be proud. She always used him against you, and you'd be damned if you wouldn't prove that point the most ridiculous of them all.

A soft knocking on your dorm brought you out of your deep thoughts, and your gaze slid to the door. Your hands shot to your face and you quickly dried your tears. "O-one second, I'm still changing!" You knew in the pit of your gut that it was Izuku coming to pick you up, and your thoughts were confirmed when you heard him on the other side of your locked door. "Alrighty baby, take your time!" God, he sounded so sweet.. this was hell keeping from him, but it kept him from worrying.

The night went on so much better than expected, and it genuinely surprised you. You had never met a woman as sweet as Inko was. She cooked your favorite food and had your favorite drinks, and even baked you your favorite dessert. She asked about how you were doing in school and once the topic of your quirk was brought up, she was beyond ecstatic to hear you talk about it. She even added on how she felt it would be useful in battle. The night was amazing. Nothing felt real, it all was like the fantasies you made up while lying in bed at 4am sobbing, so sleep deprived you almost can't move to get ready for your class that starts in just a few hours. It's what you've always wanted in a mom-- a beautiful, sweet woman who cares.

Why can't your mother be like that?

As the weeks went on and Izuku kept inviting you over for weekly dinner and game nights with him and Inko, you found it harder and harder to conceal exactly how much your mental health was struggling. Yes, you absolutely adored both your loving boyfriend and his equally loving mother, but it was just so fucking.. hard. Every smile she gave you, the loving, motherly twinkle in her eyes when she talked to Izuku, the amazing dinners, the endless support for both of you, the pictures she insisted on taking of you and Izuku-- it was all too much. You started to dwell on this every single night, and resent yourself for how much anger and jealousy you felt. This wasn't right, but you couldn't help it. It wasn't your fault that your mother hated you for every fiber of your being and Izuku had the best mother imaginable. He was your boyfriend, you should be happy.. right?

You didn't realize how hard you had been sobbing until there was a hushed yet firm knock on your dorm door. The tears that blurred your vision made it even harder to read the clock on your nightstand through the pitch black room you sat in, huddle up in a pile of blankets, All Might plushies and Izuku's hoodies.

9:54 p.m.

The pain that was radiating through your torso from the wreck you had become from however long you had actually been crying was torture. It felt like needles were being shoved into your lungs and your heart was being squeezed in a vice grip. Breathing felt impossible. Your throat was raw. But the thing that hurt the absolute worst, out of everything?

"(Y/N)? Baby, please let me in.." Little Izuku's voice sounded like the biggest bomb going off, the jiggle of your door knob making emergency alarms go off in your head. There wasn't any possible way to get out of this, and this might just be your biggest fear. Facing those soft emerald eyes and that sweet smile that has been open and honest with you over the entirety of your entire relationship, and even before. Telling the love of your life all the trauma you've endured, and then willingly decided to hide from him. No.. it's the disappointment that you're positive will shine through his features that's truly your biggest fear.

You don't know how long he had been listening, but one second was more than enough for you to know Izuku wasn't going to leave. He loved you endlessly and never left without making sure you had a smile on your face. So, with limbs that felt like cement, eyes that felt as if you were crying spikes, and an aching heart, you got up and made your way to unlock the door. It took a minute-- your hold on the cold knob firm and extremely hesitant.

3... 2.. 1.

Finally, Izuku had enough room to gently push your door open, and his breath was taken away when he saw you as the golden light from the dormitory hallway illuminated your entirely wrecked appearance.

Bloodshot eyes, make up filled tears streaming down both checks, snot dripping down to you mouth. The cuffs of his hoodie that covered your shaking body were soaked in black, wet mascara. Your hair was messy and tangled. You were.. broken.

After taking in every little detail of your appearance, a struggled gasp last your body when his arms were suddenly around you. The touch of his warmth around you was electrifying, and instantly brought you to your knees. As Izuku shut and locked the door behind him, still holding you in his strong arms, he sighed softly. "What's wrong?"

These are some of the only words that you really didn't want to come out of his mouth. They stung and tore through your heart like the sharpest of blades. They made you regret not opening up sooner, his tone overflowing with worry, fear, and dread. You knew not to make eye contact, but you couldn't even if you wanted to. Once those words entered your ears, soft and delicate as if you would shatter into a million pieces if he spoke too hard, another strangled sob was unleashed out of what felt to be your core.

"S-she's just so sweet.." Your voice, although strained and crackling, came out with an emotion Izuku had never heard from you before. A mixture of jealousy, rage, disappointment, and disgust is all he could pick out, but it sounded like something was hidden beneath it all. Something that you didn't know how to express, so emotions just came seeping out of you in the easiest way.

Picking you up was an easy task, as your body had long ago given up the fight to stay standing. The sweet boy made his way to your bed and sat with you cradled to his chest, your nose tucking away in the crook of his neck instantly to breath in his scent. It calmed you-- he calmed you, but you couldn't help but to shamefully pull your head away and look across the room.

"(Y/N), you have to tell me more. Who is 'she'? I want to help you.." His voice still held a delicate tone, his fingers combing through your hair with one hand and the other still holding you tightly. After what seemed like forever of Izuku just holding you and letting you cry every single ounce of emotion you held in your body out, your sobs slowly came to a stop and you took a soft, shaking sigh.

It was time to come clean.

"'Z-zuku, I'm sorry.." You started, slowly and steadily while trying to steady your breath further. The gentle back rubs from his warm hands helped sooth you, and gave you the strength to continue.

"I haven't been exactly.. truthful with you." As you took a second to find your words and sniffle, you could sense Izuku tilt his head to the side curiously. "You always ask if I'm okay-- if I'm happy-- and I always say that I am. I love you so incredibly much and you do make me feel happy and safe and welcomed and-" Your ramble was cut off with a kiss to your temple, which was a silent signal of Izukus trust and time.

"Because of how incredibly happy you make me, I dont want you thinking that this is your fault at all. Its mine.. I shut you out and bottled myself up when I should have just told you in the first place. I just.. don't know how to say it other than to say it outright."

Your shakey tone made Izukus heart race even more. He was staying calm and supportive on the outside but on the inside, he was a wreck. He was currently going over every single one of his actions, words, and notes that made what you and him were-- absolutely scraping the bottom of the barrel for anything and everything he could have done wrong. That stuff, though, was shoved deep so he could help you, because that was what was important right now.

"I don't.. Izuku, I love you and I love your mother so incredibly much. I feel at home with you guys but it's just so hard. Seeing how sweet and caring she is, how She's invested in both of our lives, how she.. s-she said she loved me.." You body was quickly starting to shake again, so Izuku pulled you in closer. "Why can't my mother be like that?"

There it was. It finally clicked in Izuku's mind. Everytime you avoided the topic of family, how you never had pictures with them, how you never had a place to go to during break, how every day after spending time with him and Inko you seemed drained the next morning as if you had stayed up all night.. it clicked as to what might be wrong, and his suspicions were confirmed when you continued.

"M-my mother hates me and she has my entire life. I have never received an ounce of love or respect from that filthy woman and it's always on my mind. Her degradation and her mocking laugh and her hideous presence. She used my dead fucking dad against me to make me feel like I'd never make it in this world and I just-- I-I want to escape the horrible memories but I can't. I just want a mother like yours.. it's what I've always wanted and I don't understand why I had to be the one stuck with a dead dad and a mockery of a mother. Seeing how absolutely amazing your mom is fills me with love and happiness and a sense of home I've never gotten before but at the end of the day, it just reminds me of how shitty my life was up until I got to U.A. I don't have a mom. I don't have a home. And its not fair that I'm upset over the fact that you having those things happens to remind me of that. I'm sorry."

Izuku was speechless. His comforting ministrations had stopped and he just looked at you. Even with the pitch black void that was your room, his emerald eyes shined bright.. and brimmed with tears.

"I.. I had no idea, baby, I'm so sorry.." Izuku was choosing his words incredibly carefully. He held nothing against you, nor was he upset or disappointed at you. He was a person that could put himself in someone else's shoes very easily and see through their eyes, and your emotional monologue was enough to paint your story for him. He just wanted to comfort you and show you everything was okay.

"I don't want you to be sorry, there isn't any need for you to be. You can't help what your mother put you through, and how horribly unfair to you that it was. Nobody can control how others actions affect them-- it's just how humans are.." Strong arms turned your body to face him, your limbs wrapped around his torso and your cheeks gently held in his hands. As tears streamed down his cheeks, he stared deep into your eyes. "You're so strong and beautiful, and I understand as much as I can. I love you so much.. Baby, to hell with her. I know it's hard, but she doesn't have to mean anything to you anymore. Me and you, and mom, can be our own family. We're your home now.."

A sob managed to choke it's way out of your throat, but this one was different. Your head fell into Izukus neck and you held him as tight as you possibly could, soaking his chest with more snot and tears. His arms held you back just as tightly as he peppered soft butterfly kisses along your hairline. This is how you stayed for the rest of the night until you calmed down and passed out on his firm build. Laying back softly, Izuku tucked you both in and kept his tight hold on you.

"Goodnight, love.. You're home."

#bnha scenarios #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha angst #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #bnha izuku #izuku #izuku smut #my hero headcanons #my hero academia #my hero imagines

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umbreonix · 3 years

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On link's first April fools day or the one that happens when the channel starts getting big, for his prank he actually puts in a bit of effort. Thing is, he's making Moza's dishes. So, it's a high quality, 4k 60 fps of link cooking the "Lavish Meat" dish, the "Ancient Meal,"(or something like that) and the "Ultimate Survival" dish. So basically, for April fools day link ruins your day. (He would of course put a warning at the start/end/middle/in the corner that says do NOT try to make these because he doesn't want people to ruin their kitchen) Bonus points if it's in Revali's house and he doesn't know.

Ooo yes XD Tbh I was thinking Moza might in herself be a minor minor character (mentioned once or twice but never interacts with main cast)

Maybe a rock hard food...

Random fic clip incoming because I am clearly in a write-y mood today for anything that isn't one of my current fics:

Revali dropped his bags dramatically at the entryway. Shopping was exhausting.

He deserved some recovery time from this ordeal. Perhaps a long hot soak with that cocoa butter bath bomb he got from one of those pop-up vendors at the mall was in order.

The thought was interrupted by the sounds of pots and pans clanging around. He rose an eyebrow at the apartment’s security panel as if it might actually understand his exasperation. “Come now, part of your job is to keep out riff-raff like that dirty little beach vagrant. You didn’t let him in again now did you?” He asked, running a hand along the nearest wall. There was a coddle-y cooing tone to his voice that often came out whenever he addressed the Medoh Suite’s smart system.

Of course there was no response, AI technology was coming a long way but it was certainly another fifty years minimum before it gained the awareness to snark back to his sarcastic remarks. Or maybe this was her response. Her silence seemed almost passive-aggressive. As if telling him ‘you were the one who registered his face in the first place.’

Well no matter, he was in now. Revali readjusted his hair in the mirror and moved to greet his interloping guest.

Any witty comment he had locked and loaded on his tongue died at the sight before him and all he could utter was “The f@%#?”

Link turned to look at him with that blank look of neutrality he was learning to hate more and more every day. All it ever did was make him look like everything he did was an overreaction, and Revali had never overreacted to a single thing in his twenty [redacted] years of life! His reactions were always EXACTLY what was necessary and proper to a given situation. If anything, the rest of the world underreacted.

“SURELY,” he said stalking towards the marble island. “Surely you did not let yourself into my suite, take over my kitchen, and ding up my cookware for this ridiculously childish attempt at an April Fools Joke?”

Link just looked at him with an utterly serious expression. “Joke?”

Revali squinted at him. This was what he meant by underreactions, figuring out sarcasm on Link was like solving the world’s most obscure puzzle.

“Do you take me for an imbecile?” Revali said. “Do you honestly think that you can bluff your way with that bland face of yours into having me both forget that it’s April 1st and that ‘this’-“ he waved a hand at the dishes already completed. “is all inedible?”

He seemed to have cooked the various dishes entirely with rocks. The presentation was surprisingly nice but that certainly didn’t trick him into thinking anything was palatable.

“It’s edible,” Link said, still not a single twitch of his lips indicated that he was being anything other than dead serious. He looked almost bored. “Minerals are important to the human diet, there is a way to cook the stones so they soften and break up and can be eaten directly. How do you think they extract minerals for vitamins?”

“You’re not convincing me of anything,” Revali scowled. “This is tiresome, I know you like to get your rocks off from taunting and tormenting me, but just give it up. I’d ask you to replace any scratched-up pots you damaged in this sad endeavour but we both know you can’t afford that- IS THAT MY IMPORTED CERAMICS YOU’RE USING?” Revali blanched. Those were worth more than Link probably spent in a year!

The aspiring chef did not even flinch at the rock pun nor the onslaught of Revali’s following verbal barrage- one which lasted a good few minutes and stretched the range of his vocabulary up into the firmament, reaching the apex of what the English language could achieve. If only they could, poets would study this rant for centuries until it became mandated material for every highschool HP English class. Yes, it could have been a classic if it weren’t for all the angry vulgarities interspersed throughout.

“-and how about you, from now on, take your extreme frugality and apply it to the way you care for my own belongings as well!” Revali finally said. He backed up a little and scuffed imaginary dirt off of his shoulder, as if just being that close to the blond sullied him in some way. He then scowled as he noticed the small rivulet of sand in his sink leading down towards the drain.

“Come now, you had to know that is bad for the pipes, you did your own plumbing for that dilapidated, former drug-den, off-the-grid, sand-filled shack you call a house did you not? Just admit this was a terrible joke that fell flat and we can clean this mess up.” He had leaned in so close to the blond he could pick up on all the grey-blue fibrous shades that rippled like ocean waves in his irises.

Link leaned forward as well, the first hint of any expression crossing his face- and it was absolute, blood-boiling, smugness. “No.”

He took a spoonful of pebble soup and popped it into his mouth.

Revali froze. Yes, he wasn’t an idiot. What he was always forgetting was that Link was.

“Wh- Show me your mouth right now! YOU DID NOT JUST SWALLOW THAT!”

He took a step towards Link and Link took a step back. He did however show his mouth and there was horrifyingly nothing in it.

“And under your tongue?” Revali asked, actually getting quite nervous.

Link didn’t comply to that one.

Soon the multimillion-dollar beauty icon was chasing the wild beach bum around his kitchen island with the frantic worry of a weary dog-owner.

When he finally did catch him, it was a no-holds-barred scuffle. Link burst out into a delighted laugh as he tried to escape Revali’s hold… then immediately paused with a shocked expression.

“You just swallowed it for real didn’t you?” Revali asked.

Link nodded, looking pale.

“Do you want to go to the hospital?” He asked.

Link was already at the door and he tossed Revali his own keys. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he muttered.

The pair rushed out the door.

Link’s livestream was forgotten.

#revalink #botw youtubers AU #botw #fanficish #writing clip #Revali lives in the top floor Medoh Suite of his tower #The 'Ruta' suite is across the hall and you'll NEVER guess which brother-sister pair lives there #Link did not need surgery in the end... but he DID unfortunately have to pass those stones #and this livestream was how the world figured out that random fancy kitchen Link has started cooking in is Revali's #hjhghj maybe #I saw this ask this morning at 5 am when I gave up on sleeping entirely #but couldn't reply #there's this GERMAN who is VERY on top oF my sleep schedule #Is this buried far enough in the tags that she won't see it?#I NEED TO SPECIFY LINK WAS WHOLEY JOKING ABOUT THE ROCK COOKING PROCESS

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ignitification · 3 years

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LoV Colour Analysis Part I: Shigaraki Tomura.

As this analysis would be quite too long to read in one go, I decided to split it into three parts, each covering one of the Three Main Villains of BNHA (Shigaraki Tomura, Himiko Toga and Dabi).

All three do denote a precise and powerful colour scheme, but on today’s episode I am going to focus on the Leader of the League of Villains aka Shigaraki Tomura or Shimura Tenko.

Shigaraki’s colour pattern variates from Red (shoes and eyes), Black (his usual outfits, his hair when younger) to Light Blue, Grey and White (colour of his hair, skin and hands).

The interesting fact is how Shimura’s colour evolve with his persona and Quirk. The third paragraph is dedicated to the colour Yellow, which is not part of the palette associated with Tenko, but I included it because it adds to the detailing of Shigaraki’s character.

(Spoilers ahead! & tw/: mentions of canon-compliant violence; death)

I.) From Black to Light Blue to White

During his growth, evolution as a villain and person, not considering the one spurred from his Quirk, Tenko’s hair undergo a quite big development. While the colour of his clothes stays more or less stable (being black throughout the entire series), what differentiates his eras is the colour of his hair. In his childhood, before manifesting his Quirk, Tomura’s hair was dark (strikingly similar to the one both Touya and Izuku sported). This changed to light blue/grey in his years until last arc, where after being himself an experiment under the hands of Doctor Death (Kyudai Garaki is a very creepy man) to inherit the original AfO’s Quirk, his hair becomes snow white (as a result of the transformation, I would believe - but it might as well mean another thing which I will talk about later).

Beginning with maybe the easiest association: the colour black.

A little note of the fear association: in this case, I would like to interpret it as Shigaraki being aware of his decaying Quirk and freak people out because of that, and because of his external looks, which do look like the one of a decaying child.

Power refers definitely to both his position and his Quirk, in this case - which make him stand out even more. However, the strength in this case, in my opinion, is more a smoke screen: black is also worn as a protection from external damage, as in stress and emotional backlash. This creates a barrier between the subject and the world, protecting internal emotions, and hiding its vulnerabilities, insecurities and lack of self confidence. The emotional trauma, the ‘hands shield’ Shigaraki derived, in a way, from his trauma and from being confronted with something, has shaken him to the core since childhood, and in this case the clothes serve to protect him from himself and his ‘actions’. In this aspect, him wearing black as a child might also stand for him trying to shield himself away from his parent’s judgement and stare, while protecting his will to want to be a hero, despite their negative reaction to any hint of that. These meaning are, in conclusion a full circle: one calls for the other, especially in Shigaraki’s case.

Black is also associated with mystery, evil and aggression. Shigaraki is written as an enigmatic villain, cold-hearted, devoid of any humanity and the will to full front destroy everything in its path. And while the meaning perfectly fit to how Shigaraki should be, I do believe that this is a very superficial and banal description of such a complex character.

One thing which I found particularly interesting about this colour and its relation to Shigaraki, it’s the rocky tie that appears between black and its meaning as in rebellion. This aspect might refer to two different conditions: it might suppose a certain degree of refusal and hate for authority (The society at large), and at the same time the rebellion from his own family/persona/mentor, which could entail a fundamental foreshadow for Tenko’s destiny.

The color black affects the mind and body by producing feelings of emptiness, gloom, or sadness.

I think here again, this might just an extermination of the feeling that have been torturing Shigaraki from the inside since he was a child, and that he himself has not acknowledged, which also stands to explain how he tries to feel that void or to ‘eliminate the scratch’ that has been tormenting him, and that knows no peace.

Furthermore, In Japanese culture, the colour black mainly denotes non-being (apart from mourning) and evil-heartedness in a person. This meaning is consistent with the personality described to us by Horikoshi: Shigaraki Tomura ceases to be a person at one point, when his consciousness gets subdued by AfO for a while. It is important to note here, how White (on the other side of the spectrum) is also the colour of death and mourning.

Not entirely worth mentioning, is that black is the stereotypical colour worn by villains and bad guys in different fictional environments.

(Light) Blue/Grey.

Just a reminder: neither grey nor blue are explicit colour in Tenko’s palette as a character, but I think they are still important and since greyish blue (the precise colour oh his hair) has not its own meaning, I took the freedom to actually associate the two separate colour in association to describe this period of transition between black and white.

The phase in which Tomura has Greyish-Blue hair is the longest one (in terms of years), but also the phase of passage (which consequently is the phase he is exploring, and is in the ‘grey zone’, where things are just getting defined and there are no absolutes). Grey, in this sense, sports both characteristics from White and Black (depending on the shade used), and even if not explicitly used for Tenko, it still represents a landmine in his development.

The colour grey is an ‘unemotional’ colour. It is detached, neutral, impartial and indecisive - all traits that can be reconnected at Shigaraki. Indeed, it is after his encounter with Izuku at the mall where he recognises why exactly (or so he thinks) he rages and wants to bring destruction to the world as known. This indicates how he has been striving for a real purpose, like the one Stain has, in order to actually understand what he is doing and evolve from the child the Heroes define him as, to a Villain with the capital V. He does relate to reality in partial ways, while he tries to define his identity as something that has died inside of him, Shimura Tenko, and at the same time the part that has lived on through the memories he removed and the hands which accompany him. He does not know which part is stronger, and trying to figure it out he tries and fails, only to try again. To confirm the shaping of Shigaraki, indeed grey is a conforming colour and most of all it struggles with identity, which is arguably the most prominent trait Shigaraki presents during the first arcs of the story.

On the other hand, Blue symbolises coolness, passivity, fidelity. Somehow it reverberates the meaning of grey, while at the same time enhancing its other effects (it being emotionless and calm, undecided but also flowing). Blue is also indicator of depth, wisdom, confidence, and intelligence (among others). This also confirms the precedent meanings (of especially white) and it adds another dimension to Tenko’s character. It is clear how he feels deeply, and is still very clever in its own way. Still, this development and phase serves for him to obtain the other characteristics proposed by blue, especially wisdom and confidence (refer to Black where I said how sometimes the clothes are a screen to hide his true feelings).

Blue is a colour that’s constant and unchanging, which contrasts with grey and brings forwconstant struggle in Tenko. Blue is also nostalgic. Curious is how blue lives in the past, relating everything in the present and the future to experiences in the past. I think that this is what blue is about with Tenko: he struggles to look forward, to forgive and let go because he never forgot his dad, his grandma or even society for when they had brought upon him as an innocent child. His bringing up has been focused, after all, on his developing his constant feeling of sadness, rage and gloom and the necessary power to express them in confident ways, which could bring destruction forward. Tenko is a puppet in AfO’s hands since he has ‘saved’ him, so I think this is why the sentence in which Shigaraki tries to break free from AfO’s will is a break point for the story, and for Shigaraki as well.

Blue is also known for being deceitful and spiteful, depressed and sad, passive, self-righteous, emotionally unstable, weak, unforgiving. It can also indicate manipulation, unfaithfulness and being untrustworthy.

Indeed, it is after that Izuku sees Tenko being kneeled over by AfO and his presence that he understands that Shigaraki too, is human and that maybe the reasons for his rage and absolute hate for everything he comes across have deep roots, which is why even if he cannot forgive him for all the pain he has brought, he wants to save him.

Finally, the paler the blue the more freedom we feel - which brings me to my theory on what, throughout the years Tenko’s hair have been ‘decaying’ and bleaching out. I think that as a child, Tenko is caged and tries to break free of his cage, of his ‘itch’ but he cannot because he does not realise what it is, and there is no freedom for him to actually understand. The first time he uses his Quirk, he feels finally satisfied for the first time. He tasted freedom for the first time, and now he wants to do it again and again. Growing up, however his ideals become blurry and he does not understand what he actually wants. He does know that the hands on his body represent what he has lost and what is actually still there with him, giving him strength and will, but at the same time he does not know what is beyond there. Which is why, after he goes through the transformation by Garaki, his hair becomes white: he gets rid of the insecurities, of the shackles that have stopped him from actually achieving his goal, or rather to pursue it freely. His ultimate goal, after all, is to get rid of his ‘itch’, which, in its own way, it’s his language to say that Shimura Tenko wants freedom.

As a note, Blue is also the colour of the Throat chakra. It is located in the throat, but it is linked to the throat, neck, hands, and arms. This Chakra is linked to speech.

Final remark on blue: this colour is one of the most important lucky colors in Japan ( together with yellow, white, purple, green and, red) - and all the colour associated with Tomura, except for black, is indeed considered lucky.

White

White, is an inherently positive colour, is usually associated with purity, innocence, light, goodness, beginnings, possibility and perfection. However it is also described an dperceived as cold, impersonal and bland. Shigaraki after his ‘transformation’ is the perfect soldier: he is very powerful, to a fault, and represents a new chapter in not only his own life but as well in the one which has been conducted by AfO, as he sees him as his vessel. The fact is that the beginning of a new Shigaraki which is flawless, in appearance, is a very well constructed lie. While he should represent perfection, first of all his transformation has not been entirely completed and furthermore, while it does represent a clean slate in his check, is also the possibility, reality coming through for AfO to take advantage of the body new, which Tomura must preserve. As the new Shigaraki however, has his ideals very present and wants to fight for them, to protect his feelings and his ideas, it is anyway a struggle for both him and AfO to juggle through everything going on Tenko’s mind, and emerge victorious. This is also the most interesting aspect of this colour: the goodness and inherent purity which comes from this colour implies a purification process in Shigaraki’s character, who instead gets fixed even more on him not wanting to forgive society and insisting on going on his rampage, because at the same time he cannot let go of these feelings, because now they are the only thing which make him go forward.

White is usually used in contrast to black, and represents the dichotomy of good and bad.

The psychological meaning of white is wholeness and completion. This also refers to the meaning and falls into the category of ‘perfection’: it is a new beginning, but at the same time it represents the closure of a cycle and the beginning of a new one: a perfect one, which represents closure (‘The Circle’). Tomura is supposed to be the new complete weapon at AfO’s will, but as I states before this is a fought point (between the two of them).

White, in cultures that believe in reincarnation is held in high regard. Indeed, they sustain how white is a sign of rebirth.

Technically, Shigaraki has been reborn. What I mean is that he has transformed himself into not a new person, but in a better version of himself, he upgraded - and now of course going back is not an option. He has been held in a womb, breeding his new potential and now he became an individual whose strength far surpasses normal, his quirk control is absolutely insane and as well his memories, ideas and feelings are heightened. The theme of rebirth, which I think fits both Shigaraki and Dabi, is used a few times in BNHA, but as for Shigaraki it is very literal and very clear (after all he has been asleep for a time, just to wake up and fight an entire war against the Heroes). It is clear however, how his personality has been rebirth too: while he was not insecure, but more hesitant, now he is sure of his objective and he thrives on achieving it. What distinguishes therefore the old Shigaraki from this new one is the knowledge of being powerful and therefore being able to accomplish what we wants.

Finally, white inherently denotes death and mourning too in the Japanese culture, as well as black. Here, we are mourning the old Shigaraki, and the loss of the traits that instead made him a little bit more human, and a little less like God himself.

II.) From Red Eyes to Red Shoes (in association with both Izuku and Katsuki)

I already talked about the colour red in regard to Izuku here, but if we take the same meaning and apply it to Tomura instead, we get a different picture. It is no mystery how Izuku and Tenko are foils for each other, and that they resemble each other in different ways (starting from them sporting red shoes, to their characters, being ‘accepted’ and trained by a mentor, and so on).

Red is the colour of extremes. It appears clear how Izuku and Tenko represent the opposite extremes: where Izuku is enamoured of heroes and idolised them to an unhealthy point, even though he comes from a background where he has been discriminated by that same society because he was different, Tenko is disillusioned with the society they live in. He wants to destroy to the ground, because he cannot find it in himself to forgive anyone who could and did not extend him a hand when he needed it. At the same time, both Izuku and Tenko believe that to a certain extent what they had done has been ‘deserved’, and are not entirely focused on their own well being.

Red is also an attention-bringer. As I already noticed for Izuku, it is very curious how both wear red shoes, as a way to try and separate themselves from the rest, trying to escape the opinions of other which have labelled them in a way, and of course at the same time trying to take control and wanting to be the best in their own ways (hero or villain, that is).

Red is also the colour of blood, of rage, anger as well as desire, leadership and strength. I want to make a point which I do not know whether is important or not, however, a fact that struck me hard is how Shigaraki’s irises are very very small, and it somehow seems that he tries to compensate the little quantity of red of Shigaraki with wearing red shoes. This might be an indicator how Shigaraki strives to achieve these qualities, but at the same time he needs to put a lot of effort in it, and furthermore it somehow feels different from when we compare it to Izuku: even if both are charismatic leaders, Shigaraki is very dispassionate about it, while Izuku frequently denies how his influence might be fundamental when it comes to other people (Katsuki, All Might, 1A). However, Shigaraki does reflect in his personality, the venous desire to be angry, aggressive and destructive as it what his power entails, and after all what has been taught to him. I noticed as well a post (which unfortunately I cannot find) where it says that Shigaraki has a very high tolerance pain (again, the parallels with Izuku are insane), which also reconnects somehow to the colour red as we saw how Shigaraki himself even if tired (LoV vs Machia/LF) or absolutely bloody and at the brink of death is instead held up by his will to destroy (Shigaraki vs Heroes).

It relates to danger, power, determination and action. Well, Shigaraki and danger go to hand in hand as well as determination and action. After all, Shigaraki’s Modus Operandi is Trial and Error, which means he is not afraid to be wrong and to try things out, even if he is stubborn and ways things to go his way, every time (when that rarely happens in general).

Red is indeed determined, powerful, impulsive and aggressive. It is also tied to self-preservation. Although true for the most part, the self-preservation is still a massive blank point.

He is bloody, and even AfO is telling him to rest and preserve his energies (even if here, my counter argument would be that it would be easier for him to overtake Shigaraki’s body if he is weaker, so I do not know how reliable this is).

The color red in Japanese culture denotes strength, passion, self sacrifice and blood. It Also stands for good luck and happiness. Which is still very amusing to me, as Shigaraki feels like the farthest character away from achieving happiness, and his passions and strives are all useless unless he gets rid of his master puppeteer. However, Shigaraki embodies the self-sacrificing spirit. Even if it might sound strange, and he is not very willing to be himself in the front lines (at least not always), he does approach ReDestro himself and takes him on, while leaving the League to deal with the rest.

III.) Yellow

Surprise, surprise! Yellow, in the Japanese culture stands for Courage, while usually the Western culture associates it with Cowardice. It is a funny thing that it also stands for betrayal, sickness, egoism and madness on the negative side, however it is rather a holy colour, usually associated with deities on the other side.

Since I am not going to include yellow in the association paragraph, it is not a case that black reacts badly to yellow, and forms a very unpleasant colour, which means that the circumstances which follow either do not mix well together. However, it is also true how the most resonant contrast between yellow and another colour is given by black.

Plus yellow is the colour of the Solar Plexus Chakra and it is the symbol of vitality and will. All these elements, however present in a very limited amount in regard to Tenko, are telling of the aspect of authority (reconfirmed and amplified by black) and somehow, the lack of bright colours of Tenko makes the little yellow details resonating of a sad picture, as it embodies more the negative sides (egoism, sickness - and in part sickness).

Colours in Association.

Black used in contrast–particularly with white or yellow–does create energy (especially the contrast on shapes and just power that the image of waken up Shigaraki creates in the last arc is enough to send this message). It is as well true that black when used in opposition with white, symbolises the eternal struggle between day and night, good and evil, and right and wrong - a thing that for Shigaraki is somehow a metaphor and a literal representation of himself as a character. A perfect example would be the struggle he has with AfO for his body, where he struggles between his internal feelings and dreams and instead the evil will imposed by him by AfO, as well as in terms of consciousness where him being present and conscious is the day, while being subdued to AfO’s will in the Night.

Black usually represent the end, but the end always implies a new beginning. So when the light appears, and black transcends to white, it instead the colour of new beginnings. I already talked about how rebirth theme and the new beginning on new ideals and dreams is represented for Tenko by the colour white, however it is interesting also to note how his change in personality brings him from his childhood dream to being thankful to AfO who raised to him, but wanting to be even greater than AfO himself,- metaphor for Tomura’s life as being free from shackles of reality.

Bluish-Grey is also defined as ‘livid’, an adjective used to describe anger or decoloration of the skin (caused by bruising). This colour gives a sense of detachment - which also goes to review the colour grey and blue, in them being interpreted together as an entity, and how Tomura feels a detachment from his own memories, and past life, as well as his future (When Did We Ever Need A Future?) and instead seek meaning in everything that surrounds him.

Red and white are prominent traditional colours in Japan. Both colours are used in decorations at events which represent happiness and joy.

On a non serious note, Shigaraki’s date of birth is 4th of April, and casually the colours associated with April are Burgundy (deep red) and White (according to the Japanese etiquette).

And finally last remark for this post: it is very funny how Shigaraki’s palette is somehow almost the same as Bakugou’s (with the exception of green - which I would like to interpret as if Bakugou did not have Midoriya as his side, he could have ended in a far worse position, with no hope and no one to compare to).

Thank you for reading.

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Which of your ocs would go to therapy for or with their darling? How much effort would they actually put into it?

This is like tricking your dog into going to the vet.. y'all are evil

This story contains: them talking about their dark past, incest(twins), talk of sex

Theodore

Absolutely not.

He's a doctor so he would argue that he would know his own body pretty well

"i don't need therapy sweetie, I'm mentally healthy"

This is the same man who flinches at the sight of a butcher knife and has so much mental trauma he still gets scared touching you

If you beg he'll do it though..of course he'll be passive aggressive but he'll go.

Tries to out logic the damn therapist

"so theodore, describe your childhood"

Theodore pushed his glasses up and clears his throat, this was definitely not going to be good. "I'm well aware that a person's childhood shapes their mental state but I assure you this is a waste of time."

"theo, let them help y-" you shuddered at the sharp glance theodore gave you. You've never seen him so aggressive before but it was clear he wasnt having fun. He hated the thought of someone analyzing his every movements and play with his head since it's something he does to you so having it done to him is less fun. "I assure you, I'm mentally sound..nothing is wrong with me"

"alright well, how about we talk about your childhood anyways just chatting nothing serious?"

Theodore scowled before glancing your way, you were doing this cause you loved him..so he should go along with this right?

Hikaru

You have to trick him

You brought it up once and he lashed out at you so badly he actually hurt you pretty bad

You told him you wanted to shopping but when he saw you two were infront of a building that definitely wasn't a mall he was PISSED

He was about two seconds away from hitting you but he saw how much you wanted to help him so he gave it a shock

Aggressive as all hell

He couldn't believe he was here, a group therapy session for victims of sexual abuse. The male sat there in his expensive clothes with his diamond encrusted shades on a scowl on his face.

"so, would you like to introduce yourself and tell us why you're here?" You flinched lightly at the single question the therapist asked before glancing at hikaru who in his legs and pushed his shades up his blue eyes flickering with rage.

"I'm here cause my bitch of a soulmate decided to drag me here instead of a shopping trip like they promised, I could be at home getting my dick sucked but no in here surrounded by idiots" hikaru was definitely in a fiery mood.

"well hikaru, y/n brought you here bec-"

Hikaru huffed in anger cutting the doctor off his anger being never ending. "they brought me here cause they think they are so smart. Their job is to please me in anyway I see fit, in return I spoil them once in a while and I am NOT pleased." With that Hikaru got up before shooting you a dirty look.

"you have ten minutes to meet me in the car or you're walking home" he snapped before walking out the room. You apologized for hikaru before going to join him.

Axis

The first one willing to go

He thinks it will make a great date

Tells his therapist EVERYTHING

Honestly he sounds so chipper about it they look so worried for him

Like sir are you okay?!

Clams up when it comes to insecurities

Like nope.

He only goes once though cause in his eyes therapy is a going once event

"- then my brother salem poured bleach in my eyes! I know it was bad but I of course forgive him cause all siblings fight right? He's really great though! Like one time we were playing hide and seek and he couldn't find me for six hours haha!"

you nervously glanced at the horror stricken expression the therapist had, they were so shocked they werent even taking notes. "Your brother sounds extremely toxic and incredibly dangerous" they stated and axis paused with a light pout clearly offended.

"salem wouldn't hurt a fly!" He huffs out and you weren't sure this was helping too much..though you were glad he decided to go.

Salem

So his therapist had to see a therapist

The first three minutes he had to wear a muzzle cause he tried to eat his therapist and not in the fun way

He is so feral he just speaks in slurring words and barks

You have to put a collar and leash on him

He did leave with a mouth full of blood though cause he bit a huge chunk off his therapist.

"s-s-so, salem w-what do you think c-caused you to be this way?" The doctor spoke while standing on their desk as you tried to pull the leash hard to pull salem away. "Bad boy! Stop it!" You snapped out at salem who got his muzzle off and was attempting to devour the poor therapist. "I-im sorry he's usually much calmer than this, strangers make him hungry" you explained before seeing salem bite the therapist on the leg.

"salem! No! You don't bite people!" You scolded as you tried to pull the male off and once you did you decided it was time to go home now. "W-well thanks doctor this has been fun, let's go salem!" You dragged him away while shaking your head.

"y/nnnnnnn~"

"...yes salem?"

"I love you!"

You glanced at him seeing he was docile once more and you sighed "I love you too babe" you mumbled out not sure what to do.

Rin

His therapist quit.

He trolled them so hard they gave up

Spoke in meme quotes the whole time.

"rin, would you say you were a happy child?"

"yeet."

You face palmed at your boyfriend who was hellbent on annoying the therapist to death. This session has already been thirty minutes and while rin was holding back his laughter the doctor looked like they wanted to snap their clipboard.

"please rin, work with me here..."

Rin beckoned the therapist to come closer and when they leaned in feeling excited thay they made progress rin's eyes sparkled widely. "Big...chungus"

You and rin walked out the office after being kicked out since the therapist had an absolute mental breakdown. "You're an asshole.." you mumbled and rin wrapped an arm around your shoulder with a wicked grin. "I'm your asshole, babynow how about we dress you up then have clown sex? I say that's equal payment for this"

Yuki

He hated it

He was quiet the entire time

Like the entire time

He wouldn't answer a question or nothing

He legit fell asleep with his head in your lap and now sees therapy as a place to nap

He doesn't like strangers so there was no way in hell he's speaking to a stranger.

You sighed at the tense silence in the room as yuki buried his face into your stomach his head in your lap. The moment he got here he took a nap not really caring about the doctor or his questions..it's been this way for a full hour. Slowly yuki opened his eyes and sat up with a low hum, he leaned in to kiss you feeling really clingy until he heard the shuffling of another person.

yuki tensed up suddenly wrapping his arms around you his chin rested on your shoulder. "Y/n, home?" He questions with a grumpy pout. You ran your fingers through his hair with a loud sigh.

"yeah yuki, we can go home.."

prince

He sees himself too cool for that stuff

"I'm not going, therapy isn't my vision of a fun date. Foreplay and sex is a good date"

He doesn't like the idea of sitting in a room and talking about his feelings.

If you promise to let him finger you during the car ride he is totally In though

He doesn't take it seriously at all

Avoids all the questions

Ends up just boasting about his sex life for an hour

"y/n moaned louder that night than ever before, it was so fucking awesome" prince cheered out his eyes lit up. You were covering your face with your hands feeling nothing but embarrassment as prince went all and on.

"t-the question was what makes you happy" the doctor stated and prince gave a confused look. "Yeah, and I said sex I mean wasn't that clear?"

"prince could you perhaps be a nymphomaniac?"

"shit, maybe? If I don't bang at least twice a day I get all grumpy...speaking of bang on the car ride here it was fucking great y/n let me-" you covered his mouth not being able to handle anymore of this. "We'll be going now!" You snapped out now dragging prince away.

"you're sexy when embarrassed"

"shut the hell up"

Rocket

He is literally the least dangerous yandere

He thinks he's fine

But he goes and actually speaks about his life

Everything about his life seems so cheerful and good...until..it isnt

Like axis he speaks as if it's okay

He's a dumbass so therapy doesn't really help him

He just uses it as a way to spend time with you

"so what was your childhood like?"

"well, I grew up in a small village we owned a pretty big farm. My mother and father kinda liked to spoil me.."

You've never heard about his childhood so you were very engaged in this story..it sounded pretty nice. Rocket paused to think when suddenly his eyes lit up

"I ended up being chosen to be the village pet! It was such an honor!" He cheers out with a happy hum. Instantly you knew this wasn't going to be good but you let him explain.

"the village pet is like...hmm a handyman, they do basically anything the villagers don't wanna do it's hard work but it's good work." He explained

"what were some of the things you had to do?"

"well...solves disputes, help out on there people's farms, help procreate, honestly anything! Only way to leave the village as a pet is to choose a new pet. It was hard to pick someone..but I'm glad I did"

The room got very very silent...very fast.

Rocket gazed at the time before getting up. "Hey y/n we should go yeah? You promised we could go get ice cream if I do this with you"

Yuuji& yuuta

Lord...these two got so much fucking baggage

They go, but they see it as entertainment

A fun little joke

Until it's not

The therapist manages to make them fight

And that NEVER happens

Like never.

It gets super damn intense

You're over there like "damn okay."

You watched the two boys argue clearly upset with each other. The question was that if yuuta found yuuji attractive..and yuuta hesitated.

"so you don't think I'm cute or anything?"

"I never said that! I just think, you're not my type."

"how the hell could I be not your type?! I know exactly what you like and don't like! I please you all the damn time!"

You cleared your throat awkwardly, not sure if going to couples therapy was a good idea anymore.

"I'm just saying! You sometimes..don't hit it quite right I mean..it's fine everyone has their ups and downs"

"OH so I'm bad at sex now?! You're such a liar cause on the drive here you were screaming like a little whore!"

"anyone can fucking scream yuuji! Doesn't take damn rocket science! Y'know I'm starting to see why ushio fucking hates you! You think you're so damn high and mighty! This is why we can't have normal relationships with our siblings!"

The room got silent as the two panted softly the screaming working them up and yuuji turned his head away eyes glimmering with tears. You honestly..felt like you were watching a drama show and was totally into it. "I-i didn't mean that- I'm sorry I just-"yuuta mumbled out and yuuji sniffled.

"do you..hate me?"

"wha-"

"ever since we came out when we were younger, you've been trying to be such a tough guy..you don't even say you love me as much. So, do you hate me?" Yuuji explained and you watched as the two hugged.

"of course not! I-i just didn't want anyone to still see me as that girl who was scared of her own shadow" yuuta whimpers out and yuuji smiled at him "you're not her, you're a strong guy.. our strong guy and we love you so much me and y/n" yuuji whispers out planting a kiss on the boy's cheek.

As the three of you left you suddenly felt an arm link with yours on either side. "Enjoy the show dollface?" Yuuta chimed before yuuji giggled "it was very fun!"

"you two were faking it?!" You huffed out seeing them both nod. They were totally lying but they didn't want you to know that, after all they were twins..fighting was basically illegal to them.

Scarlett

Another person who isn't happy with therapy

Straight out refuses

Like nope.

Never.

It takes A LOT of convincing til she agrees

Another member of the "has a bad childhood but sees it as normal" group

Hers is downright horrifying

But she giggles it off

"my childhood? Hmm..well my father was a doctor, I was his little nurse" she said softly in thought and you immediately didn't like this.

"he taught me all about plants, poisons and human biology. He was studying human mutations he wanted to know if it was possible to have humans evolve animal like traits, by replacing their body parts for animal ones of course" she cheers out and interlaced her fingers together.

"such an interesting study, some of them works in some ways..though it seems the human body can't handle some things..we are such fragile creatures are we not?"

Scarlett had this creepy dangerous vibe about her and the session was instantly cut short due to your therapist feeling unsafe. As you two walked out you couldn't help but gaze her way.

"who were his victims?" You asked out softly before feeling her hold your hand with a smile. "Well, children from my school. Then..me" she stated softly causing the haira on the back of your neck to stand.

"what animal part did he give you? Did it work?"

"it worked.."

That was all she stated and you didn't hear anything about it ever again so you were left to wonder about it.

#yandere imagines #yandere #yandere ocs

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