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Hi!! can you do a sort of angst/fluff where the reader and joshua like eachother a lot but the reader always rejects joshua because they're scared to be dating someone who's an idol.

Thank you so much!! even if you don't write it, i still appreciate all you do and all the fix's you write 💕

this one was a little more complicated to write, but somehow i got carried away... so i hope you like it!

pairing: joshua x fem!reader genre: angst word count: 1.4k warnings: cursing

a/n: not proofread

requests are open

Staring at the TV ahead of you, watching Joshua give his first ment of the concert, you couldn’t help but feel a little proud of him. His smile was so bright, his voice so kind as he talked with his members and the fans. Looking at him, even if it was through a screen, made your heartache in the worst possible way.

He had invited you to the concert, promised you that no one would ever find out about you attending. Realistically, you knew that no one would recognize you, that you could pass by as just any other fan in the venue. Yet, you couldn't really bring yourself to be there.

If you attended their concert you knew that something was bound to change. It was a change you desperately wanted, desired, and longed for but one you'd never allow yourself to have.

Even if you didn't mean to, your mind went back to the last time you saw Joshua.

It was the weeks before, he called you as soon as he left practice, asking if he could drop by because he wanted to talk with you. Please, it's important. You were never able to say no to Joshua, from the moment you met him. Because it was him, but also because Joshua was the kind of person who only really asked for things when he really needed them. So if he called you, you'd always take his call no matter what you were doing or who you were with.

Less than half an hour later Joshua arrived, pressing the password on your door and letting himself in. Even if he knew your code, he always called first to make sure that you were home and if seeing was something him was you wanted. He was surprised when you took his call and when you said yes to his request.

You had been avoiding him, like the man was the plague. And he knew that he was to blame for it. He pushed too hard, too fast, too far. But at the same time, Joshua was also tired of this game the two of you played, one in which both of you were losers.

"I'm sorry, I know it's late. But I really wanted to see you"

Joshua kissed your cheek, his lips staying against your skin far longer than necessary but not nearly long enough. When he wasn't around the one thing you wanted the most was to be near him, to hear his voice, his laugh. You wanted Joshua in all ways possible. You had been in love with him the moment you met him. It was almost comical, how quickly you had fallen for him, especially considering how you said you didn't believe someone could fall in love after just one meeting.

"I really missed you" he said "I texted you but never got an answer, so I got worried"

While Joshua wasn't the kind of guy who liked texting, God knew how many unanswered texts were on his phone, he always made an effort for you. And because of that you always felt like your relationship with him was different.

"I've been busy, haven't checked my phone in days, actually"

It wasn't a complete lie. Your phone, your personal one, was one you barely used. You bought it mostly to keep your work life and private life separated. Work had been taking up most of your life, so your phone wasn't something you gave a lot of attention to. But you had seen Joshua's texts in the notification bar. hey, is everything okay?, the first one said, call me when you can, followed by, if you're not busy, can we have dinner tomorrow? The tomorrow he mentioned was two nights before. His texts were still to be read.

"I know, that's why I got worried"

He sat in front of you on the couch, holding your hands while this thumb lightly drew patterns on your palms. He had the same expression from the first time you saw him, calm and serene, calming in a way. But you knew better at this point. His beautiful eyes had a pinch of worry and tiredness in them — maybe from the long hours of practice before a concert, or because of the whole situation between you and him.

"I came to invite you to the concert. The guys miss you being around too. They would be very happy if you attended"

You were already shaking your head before he was done speaking. Joshua saw it as a win though, the fact you didn't pull your hands away from him, refusing his touch.

"You know I can't go"

"No one will know you're there, I promise. I know it's not ideal, and not as much fun, but you can watch it from backstage. If someone does see you, they'll just think of you as part of the staff"

He had such hopeful eyes. You know that he thought that it was a good idea, a plan that couldn't possibly fail because he, as well as everyone else, would do their best to hide you and protect you.

"I don't want to hide, Joshua" you felt his hand go cold, so you took them into yours for a change "I don't want to make your life difficult. I don't want you to choose between me and the life you built for the past eleven years. I won't make you choose between me and your brothers, your family. I can't let you do that"

It was his turn to shake his head.

"Who says I have to choose?"

"You can't have it all Joshua, the career and everything else. At least, not in this country"

For the first time, since the two of you started this sort of dance, Joshua pulled away from you.

"I don't understand why you keep doing this. Everyone dates, some of the guys are dating right now. And I know you feel the same as me. So why do you keep pushing me away?"

"Because I am scared!" you screamed "I have seen what it does to people, having their relationship exposed. I don't want to see people talking about you like you committed a crime, demanding your expulsion of seventeen, sending you death threats. I don't to expose my family to this, myself too"

He shook his head, passing your small living room. Two steps was all it took for him to cross it. You loved having him around, how your tiny boring apartment was suddenly full of life when he was around. Even in moments such as that, when the conservation was taking a turn for the worst he brought so much life to the plain walls. Both of you stayed in silence, thinking of what to say next. Joshua wondered what he should say to make you change your mind, while you wanted him to understand where you were coming from, that in your decision was also the love you felt for him.

"Shua" you whispered, finally standing up "I need you to listen to me, okay?"

You felt your body contract in pain at the sight of his eyes filled with tears, just like yours. You took his face into your hands, to make sure that he wouldn’t miss a single word of what you were saying. Not that you needed to. Joshua always paid attention to you, listened to every single thing you had to say.

"I love you so, so, so much. This is the kind of feeling I only ever read about, that I always deemed impossible. And then you came around, with your beautiful eyes and kind smile. You gave me so much. In you, I found love, friendship, a home. You shared your life with me, your brothers. Everything that's precious to you, you gave me a little bit. But I will never do anything to hurt that, anything that could take those things away from you"

You stood on your tiptoes and pulled his face close to yours, kissing his lips for the first and last time.

"Shit" you pushed your tears away, blinking rapidly. The loud cheers of the fans, indicating the start of the next song, were enough to bring you back.

You knew you shouldn't be watching the concert, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop. From that night on, all you'd have of Joshua would be memories and dreams of a life that you could never have.

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emikotatsuya · 19 days

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Sensation's Rewrite Prologue

I decided to post the finished rewrite for the prologue here on Tumblr just so people can get a feel for some of the additions and for some new readers to hopefully look forward to when I'm done rewriting Sensation. Anyway, I hope you lovely readers enjoy it!

Regarding human nature, morality is questioned in almost every decision they make. To survive in this world, they make so many drastically different choices that humans like to put into the vague terms of Good and Evil. Humans are also hypocritical creatures, acting on their selfish desires and beliefs. One person will choose and be seen as a good person, while someone else will make the same decision and somehow be seen as the bad guy. The lines are blurred so often that there never seems to be an actual line between those opposing sides. It's easier to call it a gray area, but only some people are satisfied with just that. Humans need constant reassurance that they are making the right choices. That they're the protagonists of their own story, and any minor inconvenience is the antagonist.

In the depths of a hidden world, behind the general public, those lines are more thought out and clearly stated. Forces beyond normal human comprehension exist and sometimes threaten their lives without them ever knowing. All because they don't harbor the necessary eyes to see it. Behind the scenes, the more or less good guys are Jujutsu Sorcerers. Those men and women have been born with the ability to see cursed spirits and can harness the cursed energy those spirits are made of to defend humanity from them.

As for the bad guys, it is easy to say that cursed spirits are the set-in-stone villains. They are primarily mindless beings that move on instinct. However, some have become more powerful and evolved to be able to think and even talk in some cases. They may even gain a humanoid form if lucky, usually only present in powerful cursed spirits. That said, it goes without saying that Jujutsu Sorcerers are not all harbingers of goodwill. Having powers no average human has can quickly go to the head. Even though this happens, you never see a cursed spirit trying to be a good Samaritan. Right?

I thought about what it would be like if that wasn't the case as I walked down the dirt path deep within the woods outside of town and headed to the tiny log cabin I called my home. Almost two decades ago, I opened my eyes for the first time. Born from nothing but the forest's foreboding, I took my first steps. I had wandered the forest aimlessly for days without knowing why I existed. The first few months after my alleged 'birth', I ran into my first cursed spirit.

It was small and looked more like a ball of flesh than anything else. When it had noticed me, it had coward away. Sensing something that I could not perceive myself at the time. Something compelled me to believe that somehow, we were the same species, or at least made of the same thing. Though, of course, at the time, I had no idea what a cursed spirit was or how they were made. It didn't take long for my curiosity to turn into panic once the cursed spirit realized I wasn't a threat and somehow bit my hand clean off. I don't remember what happened next, but when I came to, the curse was nowhere to be seen, and my hand was somehow back. After that, I made a conscious effort to stay away from cursed spirits. I was scared I was going to get attacked again.

About a month later, I finally found my way to town outside the forest. That was when I discovered what humans were. I didn't go down immediately, scared they would harm me like the curse did. I watched the humans go about their lives from the cover of the forest's darkness. For a bit, that was enough.

I was simply content on watching. Humans were so fascinating; they were of different shapes and sizes with similar forms. They were social creatures, I learned soon enough, and eventually, I longed to be down there with them. One day, I noticed a cursed spirit had wandered from the forest and crawled down to the town. That was when I first learned of the basic instinct of cursed spirits to prey on humans.

I desperately wanted to go down there and help, warn them of the dangers, but my fears had held me back. However, I didn't have to in the end, as a jujutsu sorcerer had been notified of the attack and had come swiftly to deal with the problem. They didn't sense me by some miracle, but I saw firsthand how strong they could be and how they killed cursed spirits without hesitation. I remember being scared to death at the thought of returning to the forest's edge after that, wondering If I would be the next one for the slaughter. Eventually, I gathered some courage and resumed my people-watching.

One day, by mere accident, I somehow changed my form. I barely noticed the change, but my eye level was lower than usual. I was suddenly shorter than I was initially. While wandering around the forest and eventually finding a river near where I live now, I was shocked to see a human face staring back at me. As embarrassing as it was, I thought a human was trapped under the water, unable to fathom that I could ever look like that.

However, after my initial panic to rescue said human, I realized that it was actually me that I was staring at. I remember a wave of relief washing over me to finally not see the monstrous face I had grown used to seeing in my reflection. Since that day, I never changed back. I traveled down to the town below that day with my new form. I had apparently taken the form of a five-year-old child, so the adults who had first noticed me freaked out when they saw me. I was caked with dirt, my hair was matted, and I was naked. Clothes, sadly, did not come with the transformation, though at the time, I didn't know the importance of clothes.

Before I knew it, one of the townspeople rushed me to their home and threw me into a warm bath. Scrubbing away all the dirt and grime before almost tearing my hair as they brushed the knots out. They had bombarded me with many questions, all worried for my well-being. It was overwhelming. Now that I think back on it, they probably thought I was abused and had been abandoned in the forest to die. After all, no 'child' looks like that if they came from a loving family.

However, at the time, I couldn't answer them even if I had wanted to. I didn't know how to speak or dress myself. I remember the look on an elderly woman's face when she noticed how confused I looked when she had given me a tiny dress that one of the other townsfolk had run out and bought for me. Her look of pure sadness at the realization that I didn't even know how to put clothes on will forever be ingrained in my memory. The townsfolk there at the time had spent a good few hours trying to get clothes onto me.

I had apparently struggled and squirmed so much that they had to hold me down just to put the dress on. When they were done, I finally looked like an ordinary little girl. After everything slowly settled down, the townsfolk decided what to do with me. Some tried to find my parents, though that was arduous since I didn't have any. They tried to take me in at some point, but I ran back into the forest. After all, that day was the first time I interacted with humans, and it was too much too soon.

The next day, after calming down, I returned to the town. The townsfolk had been worried and kept watch at the forest's edge. Only a few wanted to search for me in the forest because it was considered haunted. I wasn't surprised because of the number of Cursed Spirits born in it. That was when I met my Papa, a young man who had heard of what had happened and was the first person on the scene when I was spotted the next day.

He had asked me if I wanted to live with him, but the thought of him or anyone finding out about what I was, or another Jujutsu Sorcerer coming by, had ended in me, no matter how tempting the offer had been, outright refusing him. Even if it wasn't a dangerous offer, the forest had become my home, and I couldn't bear to leave it after all this time. After some discussion, they eventually decided I would join Elementary school. Before I could join, however, they had to set up a place for me to stay. So, some builders from the village ended up renovating an old abandoned cabin in the woods.

For the first year, one of the school teachers would walk up to the cabin and walk me all the way down to the elementary school. I would have dinner with the young man, who would walk me back to the cabin. The other kids in my grade had thought I was weird since I didn't talk, and eventually, a rumor circulated that I was an orphan. I didn't make any friends because of it. Over that first year, my form slowly changed, aging as if I were a human; after that year, I finally learned how to talk and, eventually, how to read and write. However, I had a terrible stutter whenever I did talk, as my vocal cords were not used to it.

About a month after I could talk a sentence, the young man brought something up during dinner one night. "So, what's your name, little one?" I looked up from my food to look up at him curiously. "M-m-my n-name?" I barely managed out. Ms and Ns at the start of words were the hardest to pronounce for me. "Yes, your name. A good little girl like you must have a wonderful name." I lowered my head to look back at the food, my hand tightening around the fork. "I don't have a n-name." Not long after I had said that the young man dropped his glass, causing it to shatter on the floor below; the noise made me flinch with how loud it was. "They didn't even give you a name?"

I knew he meant to whisper it, but his emotions got the better of him. It confused me; why was he so angry? Had I done something wrong? "I-I'm sorry." His head snapped back at me, and he quickly threw his hands up. "No, no! It isn't your fault. It will never be your fault. It's just.." He trailed off. "I'll tell you when you're older; let me clean this up, okay? You continue eating your food," I nodded softly as I ate. The young man was hunched over on the floor, cleaning up the shards of glass and the water that had spilled everywhere.

Once our plates had been emptied of food, I sat on one of the stools on the island in the kitchen while he washed the dishes. "So," He started. "Would you like me to give you a name?" My head perked up at that. A name? My own name? I couldn't help but shyly nod, giddy at the idea of receiving a name. He chuckled at my reaction and thoughtfully held his chin in his hands. "Hmm, I think I'll call you (Y/n), and for your last name, why not mine? From now on, you'll be (Y/N) Chibana." He grinned at me, "Awe- now that I think about it, I never told you my name earlier; sorry about that, kiddo, my name is Hisato Chibana. In my family, Chibana means 'A Thousand Blossoms.' You'll grow into that quite nicely. My little Hana."

That was the day my father officially adopted me. And he had wasted no time taking up his new role as my father. He was a patient man and never once got angry at me for my struggles to speak or if I was having trouble with my school work since I was starting school later than the other kids. Father had picked up everything and moved into the cabin in the woods with me not even two weeks after I started school. His neighbors had tried to stop him, warning him of the forest's dangers, but he simply smiled and said. "If I wasn't there for my daughter, then what kind of father would I be?" It was nice knowing he was there for me. It took me forever to properly warm up and see him as my Papa. I remember a day when he gave the principal an earful after he found out how some of the kids were making fun of the fact I was adopted since they couldn't exactly make fun of the fact I was an orphan anymore.

When we got home that day, he sighed deeply and ruffled my hair as he told me to help him prepare the ingredients for dinner. "Don't listen to them, my little hana. You just have a different circumstance than them, but that doesn't make them better than you. You are an amazing young girl. I couldn't have wished for a better daughter," Is what he had told me, with a warm smile on his face. It had made him look so bright. I had clung to his leg for the rest of the night.

When I turned eleven, my happy life with my father ended. It was the middle of class, and I sat alone at one of the tables. The classroom was situated where there were fewer students than tables, and since the students were allowed to sit wherever they liked, I was the only one at my table. The teacher at the front of the room was teaching us multiplication when the phone rang. She told us to all settle down as he headed to the back of the class to answer the phone. "Yes, hello? Yes. She's here..what?" I saw the teacher go pale as her eyes landed on me, and I immediately knew something was up. "Ok..yes, I'll tell her. Alright, goodbye."

The teacher hung up the phone."Chibana-San, please come with me." Everyone's eyes were on me as I slowly got out of my chair and followed our teacher out of the classroom. We didn't walk far, just to a different classroom that wasn't used at the moment; she sat me down at one of the tables. "Alright, Chibana-san, I must tell you some important news. It has to do with your father, Mister Chibana." I slowly nodded, my hands slightly shaking under the table as I feared the worst. "You see..while your dad was at work today, a little accident happened." The teacher looked at me with so much pity that I almost couldn't stand to look at her. "Is he ok?" I could barely hear my voice; I had spoken so softly. She shook her head, hanging low as she tried not to cry. After all, it wasn't every day you had to deliver news like this to an eleven-year-old. "Y-Your father got caught up in it, and he- he lost his life." In the end, she couldn't hold back the tears. And just like that, my world came crashing down around me.

Six years ago, my father died due to a workplace accident. They were working on construction, and some beams weren't tied correctly, so when the ropes gave way, my Papa was crushed under its weight when it fell. The information hit me like a ton of bricks at the time. The one person in my life who had helped me through each day, who cared about me, was gone forever. A week after his death, was when his funeral was held.

Papa was beloved in town. He was an upstanding citizen who loved to help people. Never failed to put a smile on everyone's face, so it wasn't a surprise that so many people had shown up. I can't remember a single person there that day besides my teacher, but I remember the heavy feeling in my gut each time they looked at me in pity. Whispering to one another how dreadful it was for me to lose my father so young, all while I was still in earshot. Others, the more superstitious, whispered how it was my fault, that I must have been a bad omen. My teacher led me away shortly after the comments started getting out of hand. Only when I got home did I finally cry, finally began to fully grieve his death. For the first time in years, I was alone again. I didn't leave his room for a good few days. Soaking his pillows with my tears, I eventually believed those comments were accurate. Everyone at school believed it, after all, which only worsened the bullying.

Back to the present, and out of my depressing thoughts, I set down the groceries I had bought in town by the door. A sigh escaped my lips as I dug around in my pockets for my house key before opening the door. I crouched down to pick up the groceries before entering the cabin. "Papa...I'm home," I called out into the empty house as I closed the door behind me and locked it. Moving into the kitchen, I set the groceries down on the counter. I heard tiny footsteps and smiled softly as I turned around."Yes, yes, I'm home, Rose."

A few feet away was a pure white angora cat with heterochromatic eyes. The cat's eyes were blue and yellow, which reminded me of jewels. As I often shortened it, Primrose, or Rose, appeared shortly after Papa died. It was about a month after the funeral, if I remember correctly. But I could remember the night Rose came into my life so clearly.

After another long day at school, I only wanted to cry in Papa's room. Middle School was already hard to get through with all the bullying; now that Papa was gone, it felt more like I was trapped in hell. I set my backpack by the sofa before returning to Papa's room. I collapsed onto the bed and let out a shaky breath. It wasn't long before the tears began to fall from my face.

Every time I cried over Papa, it felt like another part of me was dying. How could humans even handle emotions like this? Doesn't it just eat them from the inside out? My arms wrapped around his pillow in a vice. Holding it tighter and tighter with every wail that left my mouth. The pain in my heart was unbearable. The moon shone through the window onto my form, and at that moment, it felt like I was being set on fire. I didn't want the light on me. I didn't deserve it. Not after everything I've cau-

A drawn-out mewl from the window snapped me out of my thoughts. The sudden sound caught me off guard, and I sat up, forgetting my grief only for a moment. A pure white cat with a slightly fluffy mane was on the window sill. The cat's eyes shun like jewels against the moonlight, and my eyes widened at seeing its eyes being two different colors. Its left eye was a beautiful honey color, and its right eye was a light blue. All things considered, it was a beautiful cat.

Before I could speak, the cat jumped onto the bed, startling me further. It walked over, unafraid, and laid down in my lap. It looked up at me and stared. Despite my initial shock, a soft, somber smile graces my lips. "Are you all alone too?" I wiped my tears and gently petted the cat on the head; in response, the cat meowed back as if in reply. "what's your name?" I looked the cat over. "It looks like you don't have an owner..you must really be all alone.." I looked that cat over, "I think..I'll call you Primrose."

Primrose tilted her head slightly, looking at me with curiosity. I shook my head, 'I've done enough reminiscing for one day.' I crouched down and petted her. "Yes, I know, you're hungry. Don't worry; I got you your fancy tuna." A soft laugh left my lips as I rummaged through the plastic bags and got out a can of tuna. The only brand that Rose will eat is an expensive one, but I can't bring myself to not buy it for her. Rose helped me through a lot of the heartbreak of losing my Papa. Now, as a Fourth-year in high school, Primrose remains my one and only friend.

I opened a drawer and got out the can opener. I opened the can and set it on the counter for Primrose to enjoy. After feeding my feline companion, I got to work on putting away the groceries. "Did you behave while I was away at school today?" I said as I looked over my shoulder and put some food in the fridge. Primrose, in response, looked away from me. Being an expressive cat, I could tell she was offended. "Oh, come on, you know I'm only kidding."

I threw away the plastic bags along with the now-empty tuna can. "Come on, Rose..let's say hello to Papa." We walked down the hall to a room adjacent to mine, and I opened the door. Across the room was a small shrine. I sat on the pillow in front of it and looked at the picture of my Papa. He was just getting into his thirties when he died, which came with the light facial hair he had started to grow. He had shaggy hair and eyes that always reminded me of honey. The highlight of the old picture was his bright, warm smile. One that barely ever left his face. One that I was so used to seeing.

I lit the incense on the shrine and clasped my hands together. "Hey Papa, school was okay today. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either." My eyes closed as I thought about my Papa. "My grades are doing good. I've been studying really hard as of late." My eyelids fluttered open as my eyes made contact with the eyes in the picture. I missed hearing his voice, feeling his warmth whenever he hugged me, and laughing at his cheesy jokes.

"I...I've been thinking about the past a lot today.." I couldn't look at his face anymore, and I looked down. "I'm...so sorry that I never told you...I hope you can forgive me from where you are in heaven..or wherever you are." I couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks as my hands fell to my sides, forming into fists as I dug my nails into my palms. "Would you still consider me your daughter if you knew what I am? Would you still call me your little Hana, knowing what my kind does to humans?"

I felt like I couldn't breathe as I fell to my hands and knees and watched the tears fell onto the hardwood floor. "No matter how much I think about it, the guilt keeps eating away at my soul. Was I really the cause of your death? Did I doom you?" I jolted upward with a slight yelp as Primrose sunk her teeth into my arms."Ow! Rose, why did you-" I stopped as I noticed the distress in Primrose's eyes. I took deep breaths before letting out a long sigh as a half-hearted smile graced my lips."Thank you, Rose. I had another episode, didn't I?"

Primrose nuzzled her head against my arm and walked toward the door. My smile faded into something softer as I got up, glancing at my father's portrait. "I'll see you again tomorrow, Papa." I left the room with Primrose and closed the door behind me. "What would I do without you? You might as well be my emotional support animal at this rate." I watched Primrose walk toward my room, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Right, you need your beauty sleep." I stretched my back before rubbing where Rose had bit my arm. "She bit me hard. Even left a mark, fun."

I decided that I was just going to skip dinner tonight and go back outside for a walk in the forest. So I headed for the door, unlocked it, and stepped outside. It was almost nighttime, and the sun was just about to set. My head tilted toward the sky to absorb the colors cast over it. 'It should be that time of day, right?' With that thought, I headed back down the path. Just up ahead was my destination, a small bridge that crossed over a river.

From what my Papa told me, this bridge was constructed years ago, and when the builders were grabbing stones to make up the bridge, they somehow found a big piece of emerald caked in dirt. Over the years, the dirt fell away because of rain, and the emerald was eventually revealed. Sadly, the townsfolk couldn't get it out because of where it was located on the bridge since the wall would have to be broken. Around this time of day, because of the angle it had been placed in the bridge, only during this time, when the sun started to set, did the sun's light shine through the emerald perfectly and make a beautiful design on the river's surface. Some myth was also connected to the bridge, but I can't remember it.

I stopped beside the emerald in the bridge and looked over the railing. On most days, it cast a nice green glow on the ripples of the water. Yet, today, it seemed to not be the case as the water almost had a red look. I rubbed my eyes several times to ensure I wasn't seeing things. 'That's never happened before. Is there dirt on it?' I peeked on the other side of the emerald gemstone and saw nothing. "Maybe it's a little early?" I whispered to myself softly before I took a deep breath. 'Something about this situation doesn't sit right with me.'

I shook my head and turned around. The last thing I wanted was to come face to face with another cursed spirit because I was stressing over a weird bridge. I headed back inside, locked the door, and headed down the hall and into my room. Primrose was lying on my bed, sleeping soundly. I crawled into bed, trying not to disturb her. "Good night, Rose." I closed my eyes and tried my best to go to sleep.

Underneath the river's waters lay a plaque, long forgotten. Words carved into it told a small tale of the bridge. "Beware thy soul who views the river red, For soon a terrible fate lies ahead. When visiting the gem of the river so fair, Pray your fate isn't worse than death, beware!"

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anasweetlywrites · 5 months

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“ The Project ” Part 4 Tony Stark x Female!Reader

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Warnings :

I thought I'll be more free but somehow hell knows how I'm both more free and more busy at the same time

Less angst but there is still angst

Fluff - surprise : Tony and y/n spooning tiredly on the couch after they work on the helmet

Alcohol consumption but only mentioning when Tony drinks but he doesn't get that drunk don't worry

Insecurity, still mostly on y/n’s side

Two p.o.vs

No smut yet but there is a start of sexual tension and dirty thoughts on both sides , especially because Tony sees her just in her bra , jeans and socks (sorry if the outfit it's to simple for you)

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After 4 hours of little arguments back and forth , fixing 3 different designs , two boxes of pizza somewhere left on a spare table, bottles of extremely expensive wine and cocktails left unfinished around us, we threw ourselves on different sides of the couch and sighed deeply.

“Damn it! I thought once the design is done everything will be easy! Not that I have to work with literally fire and metal!” I whined about the extra effort I wasn't prepared for.

I didn't think he'd teach me how to build it more than the design. The side parts were done being built and it sat relatively well on the table in front of us. I was staring at them like I was about to have a fight then if they didn't have equal dimensions again.

Tony shrugged,“It's fine, it's interesting and will help you with your project. Another glass?” he asked me casually and poured another glass of wine for himself and I could catch with the corner of my eye that he was looking at me.

Once I was sure the pieces were ok, I took a slice of pizza and laid my legs on the couch , “Yeah but there are just a few days left and I doubt we'll finish it by then…despite it's hard to build a helmet like this,I don't even want to finish it.” The last part was muffed as I took another bite before he could realize I enjoy spending my time with him.

“Then you'll finish your project and you're more than welcome to stay here and finish the helmet…” Tony added after several gulps of wine.

“It's the alcohol talking. I doubt you'll enjoy my company more than necessary.” I finished eating the slice and didn't realize when Tony approached more comfortably.

I bent my legs , not wanting to leave the comfortable couch, then I rolled my eyes and laid them on his lap instead and took another slice, eating it slower trying so hard not to hold my breath as I felt his hand gently brushing my ankles.

“It's not the alcohol.” He protested while stretching his arms after a while, closing his eyes and letting out a small relaxed sigh.

I bit my lip watching him, we were both sweaty and tired and comfortably yet weirdly close. Once he lowered his arms , his hands didn't touch my ankles again and I found myself pouting a little.

He opened his eyes slowly and pressed his lips together before talking “I'll take the table , you'll take the couch. In a few hours we will wake up and get back to work.”

“No way. You need to rest better than for a few hours.” I protested and crossed my arms , rolling my eyes at his idea.

Tony's p.o.v

“How could I tell her I don't want her to leave better than that? I only had 3 glasses of wine but I'm more drunk thinking about her than when I'm drinking.”

“How about I go and come back early in the morning?” She said without looking at me and letting out a small sigh I could catch.

Because of the higher temperature when we worked with fire , she took off her shirt and ended up working with me in just her jeans , socks and bra. A pretty beige bra with a little bow right in the middle. The way she crossed her arms only pushed her breast up more and I licked my lips while staring at her chest, I was pretty subtle about it until now…I guess the wine doesn't let me be subtle at all…or ask her to stay properly.

She felt her gaze on me and quickly tried to cover herself with the nearest pillow, “Sorry ,I forgot to get back my shirt…” She said quietly and held on to the pillow.

“You made yourself comfortable around me. Nothing to be sorry about.” I chuckled,smiled at her and grabbed my shirt which luckily I left it pretty close to me on the couch and I gave it to her, “Here…”

She thanked me then moved the pillow away. I couldn't help but allow myself to get one more glimpse of her beautiful chest before she put on my shirt…she looked so good in my shirt too…

“See? Now you don't have to go…” I didn't want to insist more so I stayed silent and watched her lost in thoughts for a while.

“About being comfortable…would it be weird if we share the couch? I mean I don't want to go to sleep somewhere comfortable if you are going to sleep somewhere uncomfortable when you're the one who builds the helmet with me and you're Iron-”

“This means you don't want to leave me either Y/N? Your worried little speech , it's adorable but I really need to stop you without using my lips for that.”

I nodded approvingly and smiled softly hoping that would calm her down, “I'll lay down opposite to you then.”

I did as I said and asked one of my robots to bring us two blankets. But the space on the couch was a lot less and she already moved her legs a lot closer to her and uncomfortably.

Meanwhile I realized my second pillow was close to her and she just let it fall on the floor and I couldn't sleep with my head on my arm or directly on the couch.

She kept switching her pillow and I didn't even dare to ask the A.I to turn off the lights as none of us found a comfortable position.

“Here me out…just…just don't think I'm doing something dirty…I'm not that drunk to not know when to control myself sooo… here me out…how about we're spooning on the couch?” I tried to explain myself as I was both excited to hold her in my arms and getting extremely sleepy and frustrated I could find a comfortable position. I kept moving my hand in the air as I was talking and I couldn't look at her as I thought she'll refuse immediately.

“That…I think that would be good…yeah good…” She said and I watched her with sudden wide eyes as she moved enough to make room for me behind her and grabbed the second pillow from the floor.

I moved behind her silently and she tried to move more to not let her back touch my chest but I gently moved my hand around her waist and pulled her close enough to not fall off the couch, “You're safe,dear…we're good…” I mumbled my thoughts out loud as I allowed my eyes to close as soon as my head hit the pillow and I kept my hand on her waist gently noticing she didn't try to move it away or avoid it.

As soon as she started to relax being that close to me, no matter how frustrating and satisfying the little victory was , I was too tired and quickly fell asleep before I could end up having too many bad or dirty or even romantic thoughts…oh I definitely couldn't….but I liked sleeping with her in my arms even if we both needed a long bath and perhaps a bath together in the ocean , seeing her happily laughing as we're playing in the water…making love on the beach…

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 3 months

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The Gym Membership - Part 25 (Crosshair)

Summary: Crosshair reflects.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I apologize for the delay, I was super exhausted yesterday and nothing I read made sense. But I do hope I didn't make you wait too long

Love oo

Italics - Flashback

Warnings: Grief, annoyed, frustrated, anxiety, crying, beginnings of a panic attack, grave, mentions of headstones, anger, violation of privacy, feelings of guilt. If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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One year later …

Today just wasn’t Crosshair’s day. If his eyebrows furrowed any further, there was a very real chance they would end up being stuck in that position, permanently.

The level on his annoyed metre was reaching dangerously high levels, and he was ready to lose it.

He wanted …. No. He needed some peace and quiet, to get away from everyone. He took the day off, with that thought in mind, not to mention today marked a year since Avery passed away.

It was odd, it felt surreal knowing she was gone. More than that, it felt weird knowing his life moved along, even without her. But then, it always did for the living.

As he drove towards his coffee shop, he could help remember how the reality of her passing hit him hard the week after they buried her.

It had been a busy Tuesday, his mind was preoccupied with work he didn’t even realize he’d unconsciously driven to his usual flower shop. It didn’t even phase him being there, since it was his regular day to visit Avery. He was distracted walking around the shop picking up her favourite flowers, he made his way to the counter ready to buy the bouquet when it hit him like a ton of bricks. He felt at first he couldn’t breathe, as his eyes focused on the petals and remembered she was no longer at the hospital.

In fact, he had no reason to go back to that hospital ever again.

Tears welled up, as he realized he’d be taking the bouquet to a different location. He stood at the counter with the flowers for what felt like ages. When he finally walked out of the flower shop, and got in his car, it somehow drove itself towards the cemetery.

Even his feet moved on their own accord when he reached the cemetery. Everything felt surreal, like it was happening to someone else and not him. He stood at her grave for several minutes, before his strength evaporated, he fell to his knees, as his shaky hand placed the bouquet on her grave. Tears streamed down his cheek, knowing this was the only way he’d be seeing her. Time held no meaning as he stayed there for hours, missing her to an extent he never realized he could.

An ache settled in his heart, thinking back to that moment. Back to the week he lost Avery and buried her. He had gotten better, there were still moments when everything felt he was about to lose his mind. But those moments were becoming far and few in between.

The guilt he felt was overwhelming. Guilt for being less than a perfect husband, and guilt for not making an effort with Layla, after the funeral they only spoke to each other if it was necessary. There was also an immense amount of guilt from not telling his family sooner about Avery, the fact they’d never get to know what an amazing woman she was.

Even the way they found out about her was shameful. He parked his car, as he looked at the coffee shop, across the street. It was busier than usual, he didn’t rush to get out of the car, as his mind drifted back.

Two weeks after the funeral …

Cross sat on the couch, his brows furrowed as he focused on the various headstones that were being offered.

Layla emailed her preferences, along with the various templates of how the headstone would look, and although some were quite beautiful none of them seemed right to him. They didn’t exactly scream ‘Avery’, nor did they capture who she was; he let out a sigh, leaning against the couch, as he placed the tablet beside him.

Should it be this difficult? It was a headstone, not a sculpture.

He needed to clear his head, he stood, stretching his limbs. He’d been hunched over looking at the headstones for almost two hours. He left his tablet alone, as he headed towards the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee.

Despite the argument, Tech had yet to move out of Crosshair’s apartment. He was getting better about not spending all his time there, but it was slow progress. Tech slowly meandered his way from his room over to the couch. Things weren’t exactly the greatest between the two of them, since he blew up at Cross.

He fully expected Cross to rip into him when he came back to the apartment, but instead the next morning after their argument, Cross just told him to stay as long as he wanted, he told him: he didn’t care when he was ready to move out, as long as when he did, he was sure he was ready. It had been a complete shock to Tech, he wasn’t sure what happened to Cross, but something caused him to change his mind.

He spent a week trying to determine exactly what happened to Crosshair, but he refused to discuss it. In the end, he let Cross be, knowing eventually he’d tell him when he was ready.

Tech sat down on the couch, picking up the tablet when it slid closer to him, he was about to place it on the coffee table when his eyes caught sight of the headstones. His eyes focused on each stone and the templated name, Avery Taylor-Fett. His hand gripped the tablet, as one question pounded in his mind, ‘Who the hell was Avery Taylor-Fett?’

Crosshair hadn’t heard Tech come out of his room, nor had he heard him walk and take a seat on the couch. His eyes were focused on stirring his coffee as he walked back to the living room, when he froze in his tracks as his eyes locked on to Tech’s hand holding his tablet and his eyes clearly reading what was on the page.

“What the kriff do you think you’re doing?” His voice was bridled with anger at seeing his brother violate his privacy.

Tech slowly lifted his head, and locked eyes with his brother, “I think the bigger question is who’s Avery Taylor-Fett? And why are you looking at headstones?”

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escudofracturado · 7 months

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TIMING: This morning LOCATION: Milo & Felix's apartment SUMMARY: It's Milo's birthday! He has feelings about it. CONTENT WARNINGS: Sibling death, self-harm, suicide, and suicidal ideation. (AKA the Milo starter pack)

It was his birthday.

Milo stared blankly up at his bedroom ceiling. It was his twenty-fourth birthday, and he was in Wicked's Rest, in the apartment he shared with Felix. He was twenty-four years old and Genevieve was dead. He had killed her, and then he had tried to kill himself, and he had somehow managed to fuck that up. Again. It was like some sick kind of cosmic joke. He had killed his sister, but he couldn’t die, Genevieve was dead and he wasn't.

Birthdays were always difficult for Milo, they had been since high school. It was hard to feel happy about surviving another year when you actively wanted to die. It was difficult to look back on the past twelve months, all the mistakes you made and chances you missed, all the wasted fucking time. Even after the first attempt, after years of medication and therapy, it was still difficult to celebrate that he had somehow managed to survive another year, especially when he thought about all the time that he had lost due to his depression. Not every single day felt like a fight for his life, but on the days it did, oh boy, was it a goddamned fight. And he was so fucking terrified that he would have to keep fighting and struggling so much just to survive, just to stay alive when his brain wanted him dead.

Last year was the first time that he'd managed to get to a point where he could at least appreciate the progress he made, where, after years spent not knowing what to do with his life after somehow managing to make it through the worst of it, the future didn't seem quite so fucking terrifying and unknown. Sure, he still didn't exactly know what he was doing or what he wanted to be doing with his life, but he felt kind of hopeful for the future. He had a job that he didn't hate, he lived in an apartment with people he liked, he had some savings, he had friends. It had been over a year since he had needed to resort to self-harm as a means of coping. Things had been good.

And now here he was, 24 years old, barely able to get himself out of bed, in a weird small town in Maine, on his birthday. And things were so incredibly bad again. It felt insane how drastically things had changed in the course of 12 months– less, even. He felt insane.

He was exhausted in that maddeningly familiar way, body too heavy to move, as if someone had turned up the gravity, and he was having to fight against it in order to do anything. It felt as if someone had transmuted his blood and marrow into lead, and, distantly, Milo wondered if he took a blade to his flesh, if his blood would look as metallic as it tasted. He probably wouldn't even be as surprised about it as he should, not after everything he had learned since moving to this fucking town. This fucking town that Luci was now in. God, if were Genevieve here, she would kill both of them. But, no, she was dead because of him.

As he lost himself in his thought, slivers of morning light began to peek through small gaps in the curtains, spilling across the walls and painting them with bright orange beams of the sunrise. He wanted to go back to sleep and sleep through the entire fucking day, or maybe even forever. However, he was a dumbass, and he had decided that instead of taking the day off, he would work on his birthday. The idea had been to avoid people as much as possible, but clearly he hadn't thought the entire thing through because there was no way he was going to work today.

Turning his head, Milo looked over to the nightstand where he usually placed his phone. Of course, it was not there. Ugh. He reached an arm out, patting down the mattress, trying to find his phone, to no avail. His movements were slow, requiring more effort than should have been necessary. When shoving a hand under his pillows also proved to be fruitless, he groaned. Sitting up felt like a Herculean effort, but he forced himself up slowly and patted down the tangled mess of sheets he had kicked away in his sleep. Bingo.

Victorious, he pulled out his phone and… it was dead. Right, he had been playing a phone game before bed. He must have fallen asleep with it still open. Fucker. He flopped back down onto the bed, rolling back toward the nightstand, and leaving his phone to charge. Now he just needed to stay awake; he couldn't fall back asleep before at least texting his manager.

Thankfully, this hadn't happened very often yet– knock on wood. Milo had only called out once so far, though he had certainly wanted to much more than just the once. Usually he could reason himself out of it. He usually had to battle with himself for a solid half hour, watching the time tick away before inevitably calling out. However, he knew it was all pointless today. He had been dealing with his mental health for so long; he knew a bad day when he saw one, and there was no way he could sit and smile and be pleasant as he dealt with customers. Not today.

If not for Luci, he could probably get through the day without anyone knowing. Aside from the town's medical examiner who apparently thought of him as an emotional child— which as much as that fucking stung to hear from a stranger on the internet, it was pretty fucking spot on, he had to give it to her. However, it wasn't like that would be an issue when they didn't even know each other, much less had they ever seen each other. But his sister knew, and he really didn't know what to expect from her.

Milo had already been in Wicked's Rest on her eighteenth birthday. He had been too pathetic to even give her a call, knowing that if he tried, he wouldn’t have been able to handle it. There had been a text, though, and a gift delivered to the apartment. He was a piece of shit— like father, like son— but he wasn't a total monster. That title was reserved for their father and things that stole faces and/or looked like they'd been dragged out of some pit from hell.

He wouldn't blame her for forgetting, wouldn't hold it against her whatsoever if she didn't acknowledge the day. That wasn't really Luci, though, was it? He wasn't sure which outcome he'd prefer— her letting the day pass without saying anything, or her doing literally anything to acknowledge it. He certainly didn't deserve the latter, but it seemed the more likely of the two. If getting out of bed felt impossible, there was no way he'd be able to handle her being kind today without it entirely fucking breaking him.

It weighed on him, constantly. Luci didn't know what he had done, and he was too much of a coward to tell her. When she found out the truth... Well, there definitely wouldn't be any birthday wishes for him again, that was for sure.

He rolled over, burying his face in a pillow. Fuck him, fuck life. All he wanted for his birthday was to sleep through it. Instead, Milo continued to lie face down in bed for several moments while he gathered the strength to pull himself up. He stared at the small gaps between the curtains he waited for his cell phone to turn on, so he could send a text and go back to sleep. Outside, he could see the beautiful reds and oranges of the sunrise, and something about it made the endless void inside of him tear open just a little bit wider.

A few tears escaped from his eyes, and though he quickly wiped them away, more and more kept coming. Curling in on himself, he held a hand over his mouth, trying to silence the sobs that ripped their way out of him. He couldn't wake Felix, couldn’t face the conversation that would come out of that. Fuck, he couldn't handle any of it, life, living. He just wanted to go back to a year ago when things were good. He just wanted it all to stop.

It should have been me.

The sun had fully risen by the time Milo managed to get himself to calm down, to sit up and blow his nose and text his manager. At some point, Kida must have woken up, must have sensed that something was wrong with him, as she had nosed her way over to him, curled up next to him as he cried. As much as he wanted to go back to sleep, he found himself unable to, just staring up at the ceiling again, now with a purring cat on his chest.

For a while he had thought he wouldn’t live to see eighteen, much less twenty-one, yet somehow he had managed to get to twenty-four. And somehow, it felt more like a curse than an achievement.

#sibling death tw #suicide tw #suicidal ideation tw #self harm tw #writing #wickedswriting #solo

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noobsomeexagerjunk · 4 months

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day 5 update of my first disco elysium run! semi-blind bc i got stuck and unironically started looking shit up to progress my game

(earlier details of said run can be seen here)

prefacing this that my Harry's signature is Inland Empire, the base general stat bars going by 4 for Intellect, 3 for Psyche, 1 for Physique, and 2 for Motorics. my man's been every idealogy except fascist, teetering the line between Sorry Cop, Boring Cop, and somehow the Superstar Cop copotypes.

i hope to give my first Harry a happy enough ending but I don't want to lose the cringefail energy too much haha, the game decides!

i'll make another post or reblog when i finish the day. or game. it's the end of the week i guess

politcally my Harry is pretty centrist & moralist but i'm playing him as someone who doesn't want to be but hasn't figured out where he really wants to stand. the amnesia and shame contributes to the indecisiveness. he does want to get better as a person and craves Kim's friendship. He and I dread the gilding of the Church of Dolores Dei

- Turns out exhausting all the dialogue options with Klaasje was the way to help me finally get through Titus. I can't believe my attempts to keep my Harry from discussing anything remotely reminding him of his drug addiction (for RP reasons) kept me from fucking answers. I'm making him braver now, but more tempted to take shit in again bc I've been playing him sober besides the health and morale medicines from Frittte and he is still f r a g i l e. I failed the Authority skillcheck thrice and at that point Kim fucking spoke for me, his patience is insane

- Did not cuss out the racist lorry driver enough. Espirit de Corps has convinced me of a truth I didn't need to be reminded of (shaky backbone). I need to make it up to Kim

- Losing my fucking mind, René fucking dies?!?!? does this happen after exhausting some dialogue options or is he destined to die on Day 5??? Gaston I'm so sorry, and to think you loved him dearly.

- Took René's uniform and I gotta be real I dress my Harry up in an unholy balance of aesthetic, rp, and stats. So I went around wearing the pants from René's uniform coupled with some RCM uniform, the gift from Lena (more powerful than that bastard tie) and those red shoes from the Church. Whenever I change I make some effort to kept at least one piece of the default outfit (and will stop doing that once my Harry picks a side) and my god. Only after asking around the fishing village for Ruby does Kim pull me aside to tell me I look like a fascist. Why didn't you tell me sooner, I would've done otherwise. I agreed to change and forgot I acquired that brown detective coat. I feel like I'll start changing my clothes less bc of the sick coat (except for necessary stat boost bcs failed skillchecks have been slowing me down so fucking bad man). Goes nicely with the detective hat Annette gives me

- I can't believe how incredibly loreblocking these failed white skillchecks are giving me, like i feel some shit would have been solved so much faster had i figured them out in day 1. Took me too long to finally get our anoid dance music enjoyers to move into the Church with our radio girl. shout out crab man tiago

- Found Ruby! Died in the encounter bc I forgot to replenish my health. Bless Autosave. Ran back to Frittte to literally replenish and dress up to pump my pain threshold stat (that i gotta be real, really neglected for rp purposes).

- Ruby offing herself caught me off guard and then it clicked that I have given no reason for anyone in town to trust me and Kim. Yeah fuck, she wanted to make sure we couldn't get anymore out of her. Klaasje Klaasje Klaasje...

- THE TRIBUNAL. I mean, stopping it at the pace I was at was impossible but did I really need to walk straight into it after watching Ruby die????? Fucking hell dude. Shoutout Inland Empire for warning me as we were a few feet away from all of it, I could change up into appropriate stat clothing. I got the warning about the tribunal at Day 2 and assumed it would be happening five days after said warning, not literally at Day 5

- Klaasje fucking left. I think I understand what people say when the skillsets aren't always right <- why bother to reason???? but my Harry still persisted, even after what happened to Ruby

- I heavily debated shooting Rudd, but I wasn't sure if an even 42% would do me favors. Kim sweeping in to shoot the bastard himself gagged me. Of course you took the lead here, your volition was always stronger than dear old Harry's

- Fuck me I get shot TWICE????

- BLESS BLESS BLESS my dear lieutenant listened to me and avoided getting shot too

- I've been playing on Psychological voice mode up til Day 5 where I switched to Full. Limbic System gives me the creeps

- I chose to survive. Thank you for being there, Kim. You deserve some rest too. What do you mean we jumped straight to Day 7

#disco elysium #apologies for any name spelling errors i dont remember them all

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After the unfortunate disappointment that was Void, my previous creation, I was not sure what to do. Something had happened that made it so that his ability, which was incredibly difficult to manufacture, was rendered practically useless.

It was a big blow... I was proud of what I had managed.

But I picked myself up and got back to work. I have a lot of time and as many resources on my hands that I would want.

I needed an ability that was more... Innate. Less dependent on outside forces, yet still able to manipulate them to their advantage if needed.

Something like... That blue hedgehog.

There's so many versions of him running around these days... It's hard to keep track of them all. There's an evil one that may or may not be deceased, one that transforms at night and my good friend Zonic, of course...

But I've taken interest in one particular specimen.

This one was apparently responsible for the downright ravaged state the world was in when I arrived... Research performed through stealthbots I sent out during this time allowed me to monitor some of the things that were happening outside during this time... Although all of this footage and all of my notes regarding this particular event has been mysteriously lost, I still clearly remember what I saw and took note of.

This Sonic has a super state that can be activated with much less effort and energy... But is incapable of controlling it and becomes monstrous. This super form had maintained a reign of terror for several months before being overtaken by Shadow the Hedgehog, who simply accumulated more power than him.

The potential is limitless... But the user attached to this potential is too weak-willed to make use of it...

If this power were to be harnessed and more capable of being controlled... It would be an invaluable asset, as this Sonic's super form, despite having less requirements to trigger compared to others, displayed abilities unlike and other Super Sonic.

These abilities, before the Phantom Ruby was involved, included:

-Eye beams -Ease of manipulating Chaos Energy -Ability to produce a powerful EMP, strong enough to knock out the electronics on an entire world (according to itself) -Capable of going past the speed of light while somehow not warping spacetime, as though it was cutting through reality's rules like soft butter. -Any exposure to energy can cause a chain reaction, or domino effect within Sonic that will cause him to burst and produce his own supply of Chaos Energy to maintain a Super form.

A being like this... I can surely perfect it. Take what makes it wonderful and smooth out all the imperfections.

I see now, however, that it takes someone like that Sonic to tolerate that existence... And a Sonic like that would not willingly remain under my command for long. Especially with that power.

I would have to make adjustments.

Perhaps this one would not be able to harness the energy necessary and cause that chain reaction to occur.

A safety feature would be necessary... A devoted ally, but ultimately loyal to me by ensuring they would be the only thing they have to protect... In the short run. I have something better planned in the long run.

And so my new generation of perfected beings is being created. An energy hunter and an energy user. Thanks to Zonic's generous donations, these miserable souls will be molded into incredible beings.

(art by @pikafleetsyolo)

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k0nbuuu · 2 years

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this was my english assessment i dont write have mercy

As his ride comes to a halt, a tall man with pink hair steps out and pays the driver. He is a famous doll maker, Itsuki Shu. Even those from other countries appear to recognize him for his crafts. Grabbing his luggage, he steps inside of the hotel that he was staying at, he puts down two clear acrylic cases holding two dolls. The first is a boy with mismatched eyes, and the second a boy with rabbit ears. The boy with mismatched eyes he called Kagehira Mika, and was meant to be scrapped due to the mistake of differing eye colors. But since he didn’t have the heart to dispose of it, he leaves it inside the case. As for the boy with the rabbit ears who he called Nito Nazuna, he was Itsuki’s pride and joy. The only problem he had with Nito was his facial expression. No matter how many times he would redo his face, Nito still looked melancholic. Itsuki sighed and took his treasure out of its case to redo the face once more.

As he finishes the hundredth repaint of the boy’s face, he groans as the same sorrowful expression sits on the doll’s face. He puts the boy back inside of the case after carefully readjusting its pose and clothing. He then remembers passing by a market near his home and decides to go there in hopes of inspiration along with new materials. As he prepares to leave, he sees a letter that was slid under his door. Seeing the wax seal of the Kiryu family on the envelope, he rolls his eyes. His childhood friend, Kuro, clearly didn’t listen when he said he didn’t need to be ‘checked on’. Picking the letter up from the floor, he mindlessly tosses it on top of his work area. Before he leaves, he takes a glance at his beautiful dolls one last time. Somehow, the sadness etched on Nito’s face seemed more prominent than before. Brushing it off as the look of the wet paint on the boy’s face, he leaves.

After some time, he enters his home with a roll of velvet fabric and various different colors of thread, with most of them being multiple shades of red. He walks towards his desk and prepares the tools necessary to make miniature dress shirts for his creations. While looking at the stencils of the clothing he made, he reaches into the case of his rabbit-eared doll. Unable to feel the porcelain skin, nor the silk of the doll’s clothing that was supposed to be in the case, he looks up. A panicked expression appears on his face when he realizes that his precious Nito is missing. He stands up in a hurried manner, his chair tipping backwards in the process but he pays no mind to it, frantically searching for his beloved Nito. He was aware that he was going against all his work ethics, but he couldn’t care less. He continued to search for the doll only for his efforts to end up futile.

Itsuki’s shoulders shook as he eyed his destroyed work desk and looked down at his own disheveled clothing. He puts his attention to the empty case once more, and takes a deep breath. He mutters to himself about how useless panicking is while smoothing out the newly formed wrinkles in his shirt. He grabs his coat and hat off the stand and leaves his place in hopes of finding his precious doll.

The eccentric doll maker stops at the market he was at for the velvet fabric. As he goes towards the shop, something or someone bumps into him. It was a small boy with bright yellow eyes and scruffy brown hair, he seemed to be around the age of a kid entering highschool. He shouts out a very rushed apology and continues to dash past him at incredible speeds. He watches as 2 other boys, one dirty blond and the other blue-haired, try to catch up with him and notices a familiar smear of golden blond pass by as the boys run after their overly energetic friend. In hopes it was what he was looking for, he follows the boys to their destination.

The three boys went into a somewhat rundown alley. The gate was rusted and the place had an unpleasant aroma. Itsuki watches from the rusted gates as the 3 boys play with his dear creation. He watches them play their games with an offended expression, preparing to go to them to scold them about how they shouldn’t be as rough as they are with something as fragile and precious like the doll he spent so much time creating. As he takes a step forward, his eyes drift back to the doll. He was unsure if it was smudged due to the freshness of the paint, or if the light was playing tricks on his eyes, but Nito looked the happiest he ever has. Perhaps it was happy to be out of the clear case it was always trapped inside with the exception of photos or another face repaint, happy to be treated like it wasn’t going to break from the softest touch, happy to finally be free from the grasp and expectations of being his precious creation. As he decides to leave, he lets a small smile enter his face as he knows that the boy with rabbit ears is where it wants to be.

Opening the door of his now trashed home, Itsuki sits back down at his work desk and clears a small portion of the fabrics around the area, and pulls his second doll out of its acrylic case. As he fixes the boy’s hair, his eyes land on a familiar letter. He sits Kagehira beside him on the table and removes the wax seal from the envelope. Perhaps it was time to catch up with his old friend after so many years. (it needs a title and i want feedback from someone who isn’t my english teacher or @scl-ana)

#ensemble stars #enstars #past valkyrie #valkyrie #mika kagehira #kagehira mika #nazuna nito #nito nazuna #itsuki shu #shu itsuki #im not the writer in my family pls dont murder me

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Meiko's Relationships With the Other Scions/Former Crystal Braves

Up until Shadowbringers, Meiko very intently made sure she never did more than linger in the background when it came to the Scions. Her brother was the Warrior of Light and Hydaelyn's Chosen, even if she had somehow gained a Blessing of her own by the end of Heavensward.

For this reason, she did not socialize with the other Scions or Crystal Braves more than was necessary. She felt awkward and out of place, but it was easy for others to mistake this as her not liking them, or being intentionally distant. Really, she just didn't want to appear stupid or embarrass herself.

But when Meiko returned to the Rising Stones after the others and her brother had been Called to the First, she was taken aback by just how everyone she had rarely spoken with expressed genuine relief that she was alive and well. Although she could not spare much thought dwelling on it at the time, their reactions did warm her heart; she promised that when she returned, she would make an effort to forge proper relationships with them worthy of such a reaction.

The below developments primarily took place in the span of time between the end of post-Shadowbringers and the beginning of Endwalker, when the main cast departs for Sharlayan.

Hoary: She recognizes his genuine, kind-heart and appreciates what a gentle giant he can be. Seeing as he, too, is an older sibling, they have swapped stories over what nonsense their younger brothers have gotten into over drinks.

Ochre: Meiko places Ochre into a similar category as her brother, and yet also respects and identifies him as a sibling that joined the Scions for their family. Upon noticing that Meiko tends to get scraped up rather easily, Ochre asked if she would mind him practicing his healing spells on her whenever she needed. She agreed (so long as she isn't busy!) and will seek him out if she has any sustained or not fully healed injuries.

Aenor: Meiko thinks Aenor is hilarious. Perhaps a little crazy, but not in a way that's too worrying...yet. Upon learning of her obsession with the Boulder brothers, Mei is just content to see what happens. She was genuinely grateful to Aenor and the others for looking after the others' bodies while she was in the First.

Clemence: Amused by yet another pair of older/younger siblings, Meiko appreciates that Clemence is the level-headed of the two. She is also sure to voice her appreciation when Clemence learns the cure for tempering from Alisaie, as it helps reduce the Elezen's burden. Post-EW, Meiko has bumped into Clemence in Ishgard a few times and is happy to see her somewhat less stressed now that she isn't babysitting her older sister all the time. She has also introduced Clemence to Rielle, in the event that she requires an additional, trustworhty healer.

Coultenet: When word of Papalymo's Sacrifice was shared among the Scions, Meiko had noticed Coultenet looking particularly affected by the news. She later learned how much he admired the Archon, and upon meeting Papalymo's father in Sharlayan, offered to put the pair into contact. Coultenet was pleasantly surprised, but politely declined, saying that he did not wish to burden Papalymo's father with questions. Still, from that point on, he and Meiko tend to exchange hellos in passing.

Ephemie: Meiko was moved -- and a wee bit worried -- about Ephemie's motivation for joining the Braves/Scions being her admiration for A'kihiko. She feared her dreamt-up fantasies of who the famous Warrior of Light was would be dashed, or that her earnest ways would get her hurt or worse. However, despite her dreamy optimism, Ephemie has proven herself more savvy than her personality may appear. Meiko makes sure to check in on her in passing, however, whenever she sees her.

Alianne: Meiko is very fond of Alianne, both because of her competence and the endearing bond she has with her grandfather. After learning everything she went through and how she had been first to be suspect around Wilred's death, Meiko made a point to check in on her and Isildaure often -- especially due to the latter's old age. She was thrilled to see how he had bonded with Homei.

Riol: Meiko likes to think of Riol as the 'next generation's Thancred', although she has witnessed him making faces at being compared to Thancred in this way. Regardless, this familiarity made it easier for her to befriend him; upon learning that he tends to cheat at gambling games, she asked him to explain how he does it. They bump into each other at the Gold Saucer sometimes.

Aergmhus & Bluomwyda: As they were often out of the Rising Stones and away on missions, Meiko did not have a chance to get to know these two for a very long time. Only by chance did she happen to be invited out for drinks by them and a few others, to which she naturally accepted; she chatted idly with Bluomwyda, who commented that she kept an eye on Aergmhus's alcocholic intake. This led to the three of them talking about Limsa Lominsa. Every time they're all in the same place (an admittedly rare occurrence), Meiko tries to invite them out for drinks again. She is planning to maybe introduce them to Grymwaen ( @illwinded) because he needs more friends, in her opinion.

#relationships.

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oh boy oh boy guess who crawled out of my animation hole to give y'all a creepypasta! tw for paranoia, POV character worrying about going insane, character death, the works. it's also here on ao3

When you start waking up to less croissants than you set out to rise, pies vacant from where they had been cooling on the window sill, and blank spots on making sheets where cookies were missing from after an hour of nursing them in and out of the large, brick oven so they didn’t burn, you set bells on your windows and tell the neighbors to watch for thieves.

Henry was NOT sure what he was supposed to do when baked goods started appearing, though.

He paced through the kitchen, heading to check the pantry, his gaze focused on his feet as he muttered to himself. What in the world was this about? Had he somehow forgotten? No, he never forgot. Not one of his lovingly topped tarts, or gently rolled croissants, or perfectly baked scones slipped his mind. He had had every recipe in his shop memorized by the first 10 years of running it, and was yet to forget a single ingredient.

Was his memory finally slipping?

He cursed, the sound drowned out by a metallic Clang as he stumbled back. The oven door. Right. He always left it hinged open overnight, so the warmth could flow into the wide room and avoid the oven getting smokey. And every morning, he only remembered when he ran into it. Drat. He rubbed his head, closing it as he stalked into the pantry.

The appropriate supplies were missing, so the goods hadn’t simply materialized out of thin air. So in theory, it was possible that he’d just been… sleep baking. And then going back to bed. After changing his clothes, given how both his bed and his sleepwear were notably flour-free.

Honestly, that might’ve been a more disturbing concept than the idea of odd, reverse-robbers breaking into his home to bake lovingly crafted blueberry scones.

Henry looked disapprovingly down at the baking sheets, keeping an eye on them like they might get up and walk away as he prepared the remaining bakery items. Predictably, at no point in his morning routine did even one tart get up and make a break for it.

Maybe he was just having a forgetful spell.

The next morning, after a day of smiling at customers and packing muffins into to-go boxes and making his grandsons their favorite cookies for when they stopped by after school, he emerged again to a full kitchen, and considered pulling his own hair out for a good, long while.

The old man stared disapprovingly down at the neat pan of peach cobbler.

It did not volunteer any explanations.

Henry sighed, stalking over to the pantry - cursing, when he hit his head on the oven door - and retrieved the flour, going about the remaining prep work.

There was less to do than yesterday morning.

That day, Henry made an effort to write everything he made down. Every scone, cobbler, pie and pastry was painstakingly catalogued, marked with a little tic for each one that had been sold, each one that was set to rise, and each one that had gone stale, and had been thrown out.

He went to bed with 72 baked goods in his shop, whether they be finished, rising, or cooling.

And woke up with 96.

Were Henry a younger man, he would have picked up the nearest sack of flour and screamed into it. As it was, he hunched over the counter to have his face on top of it, and proceeded as necessary.

It wasn’t nearly as satisfying.

He spent the rest of the morning pacing, grabbing the notebook he’d used yesterday. He wasn’t making a simple chart of rising to baked to sold today, no, he would be writing down everything. Every step he took, every cup of butter, all of it.

The one solace he was left with was the depletion of the pantry matching the appearance of goods in his bakery, meaning whatever was doing this wasn’t entirely self sufficient.

A solace that disappeared the following morning.

Henry fell to his knees in the pantry, clawing through every bag of flour, each jar of sugar and coffee and salt, breath quickening as he checked every note in his goddamn book. There was too much here, why did he write so much? His vision was trembling, he could barely make out the lines. He yanked the string from the binding, the pages falling out and sweeping across the floor as he finally caught sight of his store list, lunging for it before the damn paper could get away.

Two pounds of sugar, four of flour, ten ounces of coffee, two boxes of tea bags, seven boxes of butter - it was all fucking here. All of it. And yet out in the kitchen say neat rows of two dozen cookies, nine croissants, one batch of scones- there was more than he had left with, how could there be more?

He stumbled to his feet, heart beating much too fast for a man of his age. If he were to disappear tonight, would the bakery keep running without him? Was that the goal of whatever was doing this, to keep his livelihood running on this damn witchcraft so no one would notice when it ate him?

He had to get out of here, he had to get out of here- throwing open the pantry door, he ran into the cold light of sunrise leaking through his bakery windows, heart beating too fast, much too fast, he ran like he was being chased, feet stumbling over each other and sending him-

Right into the oven door, its iron hinges left open so lovingly, to send a crack through the old man's skull by the force of his own momentum. The force sent him back, his head hitting the tile of the bakery with another savage crack, the heavy wooden door of the bakery muffling the sound from kind Miss Evelyn and the cobbler’s son, as they chattered theories about why the bakery was not open on time for the first event in well over 20 years, and reasoned that the poor old man must be ill.

That night, when the baker's grandsons snuck in to lighten the poor man's work load, wearing the aprons he’d made them last year for their 13th birthday, they found him sprawled across the floor, bleeding from a gash on his forehead. The oven door was left open, splattered with the baker's blood. They screamed for the neighbors. Their grandfather did not wake up in the morning.

#my writing #boba writes #creepypasta #boba writes horror #tw paranoia #tw death #tw worrying about going insane #The Bakery

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astrid's giant marvel complaint

this will encompass age of ultron, civil war, infinity war, endgame, loki, eternals, and multiverse of madness probably in release order so spoilers ahoy

also i'll just do it in bullet points for general ease and plus subpoints work so much easier that way

there's a few disclaimers that i should put in before i get too far in this:

i am a tony stark stan so that has almost assuredly colored my perception of these movies, however, given the fact that my next two favorite characters were bucky and loki, it shouldn't be too bad

some of these realizations i only made after i exited the marvel fandom post endgame so originally i did enjoy all of these movies

i have read like 2 comics so don't expect that to really factor into any of this.

there is a mention of rape within it because of a joke made within age of ultron that i fucking loathe so keep your own mental health in mind if/when you get to that section because this is just something that i'm doing for fun and it isn't necessary to harm yourself to read it

and finally, this is all my own personal opinion and if i disagree with any of your thoughts, that may be because i haven't watched a couple of these in a while

anyways the people who wanted this: @yellow-feathered-faerie and @beenovel i hope you have fun reading the efforts of a few days

okay so starting off with age of ultron (i've already done a dissection of this with @yellow-feathered-faerie on a shared discord server so if any remarks are recognizable, it's from there) just a warning before we get into this, this is the only movie mentions rape in a joking manner, so if you would like to avoid the discussion of this topic, just skip ahead to civil war sometime before the final bullet point for aou

so this is what i kinda like to call the start of the decline

the first symptom is honestly wanda’s arc and therefore pietro’s a bit too

more specifically her arc throughout all of her material, but for now specifically age of ultron

i don't dislike the characters in theory, i just don't like what was done to them

because they could have worked with the comics characterization from what i can tell from sources online, but the whole thing with them still being x-men characters make it worse than it would have been otherwise

and the whitewashing and making them work with fucking hydra when their comics iterations were literally jewish make it so much worse

so first off all, we have them blaming Tony Stark for killing their parents because two of his bombs crashed into their home. already i hate this reasoning but i can acknowledge that at a young age, this probably made complete sense to them. but given that they're 24 in the actual movie, it makes far less sense

especially because i’m younger than them and i have slightly more sense than blaming the person who likely only built a prototype (albeit a working one) rather than fire the fucking weapon

they quite literally volunteered for HYDRA (a literal nazi organization) when they were teenagers in order to get revenge???? when like there was literally a whole thing about how Stark only sold to the US military and that his advisor/semi father figure was literally selling weapons under the table to terrorists about 7 years before this movie took place. and even then, it wouldn't have even been him who built or even fired the damn thing

because Stark weapons were used because of their efficiency and the fact that they worked basically every time

because a weapons company would not have been that rich via just the US military without some extremely high quality shit being sold

anyways somehow this changes in basically a split second halfway through the movie because some ai was trying to end the world (normal marvel shit) and they're both suddenly okay with him

Oh yeah after this wanda literally agrees to join the avengers a team with stark as one of the literal founding members (not technically

also wanda just fucking set off the hulk onto a civilian target casually and never gets any repercussions for that

if you’re gonna do that, why even imply real world consequences in the next movie.

there’s also the whole thing about nat being a monster because she can’t have kids because of an invasive surgery she did not consent to which is just fucking ridiculous because people with uteruses aren’t defined by whether or not they can have kids. it should be their own actions and shit like that that actually affect who they are as a character, not their reproductive status

and anyways they fucking scrap this relationship anyways with only the barest of hints to it in ragnarok and infinity war

the fact that they only blame tony somehow for this

as if the movie itself does not show that he just wanted to test it a bit, not fucking awaken a murderous AI. like the writers do kinda attempt to show this as a negative thing with like thor literally choking tony when he’s creating vision with bruce, but it honestly refuses to acknowledge that wanda and therefore hydra have some fault in the matter as well because she literally gave him a vision of everyone dying, which directly led to ultron being a project in his mind.

i’m not saying that tony does not play any role in this, but he plays less of one than the other characters choose to acknowledge

also let the characters be friends for fucking once. like in avengers we had a thing where they could possibly turn into friends, but with iron man 3 and ca:tws, there was no hope. however, they could have made a fucking ATTEMPT

THE FUCKING RAPE JOKE

for context: tony says that he wants to reinstate prima nocta, which is just a really fucked up policy done by noblemen on the wedding nights of women who lived on their land, during the scene where they are all attempting to pick up thor's hammer

wikipedia states "[prima nocta] was a supposed legal right in medieval Europe, allowing feudal lords to have sexual relations with subordinate women, in particular, on the wedding nights of the women" which gives you a clue as to what exactly the fucking writers wanted to bring up in their supposedly family friendly movie

and just deadass what was the need because there’s literally so much else that you could joke about and yet the writers chose THIS the man is supposed to be someone that we are rooting for not actively hating because you couldn't think of a good fucking joke

and that’s it on age of ultron so onto civil war where my blood truly begins to boil. once again this is something that i have discussed on the server so some remarks will just be copied from there.

i don’t like this movie for several reasons

and all of them can be laid at the feet of the people who wrote the damn thing

we begin with the fact that there are technically two things moving the plot forward the entire time

the sokovia accords

zemo and his framing of bucky

first problem: we know literally nothing about the sokovia accords other than the fact that superpowered people are required to sign them to continue fighting crime and threats and shit

not looking at agents of shield or any other supplementary material, just the fucking movie

and any other information that we are given is from thaddeus ross, an american politician/general i think, who is notoriously unreliable given the fact that he literally tried to hunt down bruce banner in the incredible hulk movie

therefore, using the information that was confirmed by other figures who weren’t ridiculous enough to fucking try and hunt down a man who will literally become bulletproof if he gets angry or scared, all we really know is that they need to sign it and be overseen by a UN approved committee

this kinda results in the thing that’s supposed to move the plot for at least part of the movie from what i can tell (it’s very unclear whether this is supposed to be relegated to a subplot once we reach the ⅓ mark of the movie) being fucking useless past this point

there’s like a mention of it in infinity war with rhodey telling ross to fuck off, but deadass, there’s no lasting effects beyond them just splitting the avengers up using this as a device to kinda do so, when i think it could have been more compelling and establish zemo as a stronger villain if it was his own actions that actually broke them apart rather than sheer coincidence because one dude, no matter how rich, could not have fucking manipulated over 100 countries into signing a legal document

so basically this could have been done away with if the writers knew that you don’t have two main plots within a single movie without either fucking over one, or managing to weave them intricately, which marvel has never been known to do particularly effectively without one sticking out like a sore thumb in a field of what should have been actually good writing with how much these movies fucking rake in

OH ALSO they never really explain why steve’s so deeply against them. yeah i get that tws was meant to be like sometimes the people in charge don’t have the purest motives/are fucking nazis. but they fucking defeated those guys and strucker was supposed to be the last one in age of ultron. so like who the fuck was he afraid of being in charge? because 1) the UN is a hell of a lot different than the league of nations that cap would have grown up with and someone should have fucking told him that at some point so it shouldn’t be that unless we’re going the route of shield tells no one fucking anything unless they deem it necessary and for that i’d like to point to the fact that fury fucking mentioned tony worked on the project and not once mentioned him when the plans to destroy the helicarrier were made and 2) there’s no one that he could have possibly recognized that was on the fucking project other than thaddeus ross. and he would be kept in check by ya know the other people on the panel because this is not a purely US panel because that’s what the fucking purpose is you dumbass.

plus it’s not like a governmental body as big as the fucking UN can keep their meetings secret. like someone should have known realistically. and then to just have the completely fabricated deadline just ignored casually after emphasizing the three days crap is just ridiculous

and just as a last statement regarding the accords, to quote Fae: “It really says something when one of the most vital parts of the plot is left for fans to figure out”

before we get too far into the movie, let’s discuss what you probably were not expecting me to bring up as a tony stan: peter parker

first things first, i don’t have a problem with the character, i have a problem with how he was handled.

because why the fuck was he introduced like that i get that his backstory has been run through over and over again, but this was so much worse than any other possible intro

we don’t know how he got his damn powers

we don’t know what the fuck his great power moment was because that only shows up in no way home

which makes no fucking sense, with the timeline that has been given and only further serves to traumatize this like 17 year old who has been through far too much already

which then forces the question: what made him want to start fighting crime? like if his great power moment only came like 7 years after he was introduced as a hero, then why the fuck did he start?

one interpretation is of course that he looked up to stark and that’s why he went oh i have superpowers? better go fight crime, but there’s nothing in the actual movie that tells you this. or any of the other ones for that matter. he says that he looks up to him, but not really why he began superheroing when he was a high school student.

will we ever get the question of how the fuck is he superheroing with like 50 ap classes (the kid wants to get into MIT, there’s no way he’s taking normal courses) and the homework that comes with it answered? because i know how much homework comes with aps rn and i barely manage to get in some writing for my fics before i fucking conk out at like 1am so how sleep deprived is he?

also he was never fucking told why he was fighting, which may be a character thing more than a writer thing, but it’s sure as hell as problem that the writers could have fucking fixed so it’s being included

i get that movies have like fixed time lengths but like there’s so much information that you actually need to include in this movie for half the plot to make sense

like for any noncomics readers, actually for just everyone who watches this trainwreck: what the fuck are the accords, how are they meant to be implemented, how long has this been going on, why have we never heard of them before, shouldn’t there have been some fucking mention if they were in the works since fucking 2012 and shield was literally a spy organization and two of the avengers are fucking spies, are the avengers too far up their own asses to notice shit like this happening, so on and so forth

because there sure as hell weren’t any explanations about this in canon.

also deadass how do you explain Steve, Sam, and Natasha never telling tony about the whole winter soldier thing

because the writers sure as hell didn’t try

they just shoved that in there without even once bringing it up in a previous movie, making steve’s villainization of tony in age of ultron even weirder.

also how is it not a bigger thing that hydra killed howard? because that seems like a pretty big thing for them to just never acknowledge. because this also make steve someone who covered up a crime this big. there should be some kind of fucking consequences for it. because like there’s suspension of belief and then there’s just complete fucking nonsense.

another thing is the fact that none of the characters are particularly likeable in this movie

it’s literally just relying on everything built up from the previous movies to try and convince us that oh this is the good team and this is the bad one and yet each one of them makes terrible decisions. the only one i can actually see myself siding with is team iron man because it means that there’s actual oversight on superpowered beings coming into a country that isn’t america. because as it is, they’re an american team through and through. their actual origins don’t matter, but the fact that they were sponsored for all this time by shield and their base of operations is in new york, means that them just casually invading another country could put all of them in especially hot political waters. and this would just be a way to actually ensure that no politics are interfered with AND that they can’t come in fuck things up and leave without having at least something in place to provide some kind of clean up for these attacks.

honestly the accords and the bucky mess should have been two different movies

and yes i know that it’s gonna be a politics mess rather than the action that marvel’s known for, so then just don’t try and do an accords plotline. like i said earlier, just have zemo split them up so then it makes the plot less cluttered with what was supposed to be the logical consequence of their actions. we’ve already disregarded it enough for suspension of disbelief, the audience sure as hell doesn’t care now. we want a compelling story. and that needs a villain whose plans don’t just fall into place by sheer chance.

and because she’s here, i cannot help but complain about how fucking terribly the writers seem to treat wanda

first of all, they show her with a lack of control over her powers when hydra (an organization which would not have taken less than perfect execution from her) were the ones who gave her her powers and trained her in them

and like at this point, all we’ve seen of her has been hatred and mishandling of situations which for someone that we’re literally supposed to be rooting for makes no sense

and the whole thing with putting vision through like 5 floors because he was kinda trying to protect her from the reaction that would erupt from her going out into public when she needed the backlash to come down even a little bit more, especially because she is a person with powers and people are assholes to the things that they fear

but i mean i kinda get it, but not to the extent that she did it if you get what i mean

ALSO why the fuck were wanda (ex-hydra with mind control powers) and bucky barnes (previously mindcontrolled by hydra) put in any close range. did he even know her past? because he would have been a hell of a lot more against literally being on the same side as someone who willingly joined (there’s no clear evidence in canon that she did it unwillingly based off of the comments made in aou but that’s a whole other bucket of worms) the organization that fucking tortured him for 70 years of his life.

ant-man. it’s just why’d you have to tie him in like this. i like that nice little oh he has kinda met the falcon at the point thing, but like the whole thing with the conscience and “you can never trust a stark” is just so over the top. like has he ever met tony stark. or even howard stark. no??? then why have him be like oh it’s your conscience speaking when you have not met this man at all. his conscience is the fucking reason why he’s a superhero dumbass. do you think that he became one for fun? no it was because his weapons were in the hands of people who were using them to fucking hurt others and terrorize more and he wanted to do something about the events that his own trust in obadiah stane caused (yes i have strong feelings about tony stark, you cannot stop my power because the russos have already done worse to me. all you can do is make me hurt in new and interesting ways)

also there’s like 50 thousand better ways he could have been introduced to the rest of the avengers, this was honestly the worst possible one. you could have gone a route like sam where he’s introduced at like a party or implied to have met them before at a low scale battle. something that doesn’t make me want to cry at how much of a shift this was from the first ant-man movie where he refused to just believe everything that hank said.

and finally: the final battle.

i honestly don’t understand how tony’s meant to be the villain in this one. because had steve just fucking told him the truth at fucking any point in time, there would have been no need for this smackdown. there would be no “did you know?” necessary. but no, the russos just wanted to “flip the script” and have superheroes fight each other because it’s not like superhero movies are supposed to be a form of escapism in which the audience doesn’t have to deal with bullshit like this.

and this is pretty much just a reaction to fucking batman vs superman which, from what i’ve heard about it, wasn’t particularly good either.

oh and the letter. the bane of my existence (derogatory). it’s so fucking arrogant too. like this isn’t the same kid from brooklyn who didn’t like bullies. he IS a bully now.

honestly the main thing for this movie is that the creative team on this genuinely don’t seem like they care about the characters within this movie. like say what you want about things like iron man 2 or thor dark world, at least they felt like they had a soul.

#i'm not tagging this because i refuse to have an angry mob who will find me eventually #but i want peace for now

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theseaeaglelives · 13 days

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THE SEA EAGLE

NO MONKEY BUSINESS !!!

Round 6

Manly Sea Eagles 22

Drew

NZ Warriors 22

An Aussie guy was on holidays walking through the streets of Aukland, when he spots in a paddock a young man having sux with a sheep. He shouts out

“In Australia we shear our sheep” to which the young man screams back

“I’m not sharing this f@#king sheep with anyone”

Such is life, in the land of the long white cloud and venturing across the ditch (and dodging horny Ovis aries) was the challenge facing Manly in this round 6 clash.

Coming off last weeks rousing win against the Panthers, Manly hit the ground running and looked primed for another big performance. Cherry Baby opened the scoring after 10 minutes following an incisive run from Corey Wardell. Young Wardell is proving to be an astute buy and his strong form has kept the highly paid, potentially laden Josh Schuster in the reserves (more on that one later).

Minutes later Cherry Baby doubled his try tally, when he found himself on the end of a Tommy Taleu kick. At the ripe old age of 35 and coming off a record-breaking game tally last week, Cherry Baby is showing no sign of slowing down and he was involved in everything. Even taking the goal kicks in the absence of HIA impacted Rieben Garrick.

When Tommy Talau crossed, Manly were up 16-0 after 27 minutes and it was starting to look like a procession. The Sea Eagle has always maintained that the 5-minute period before half time is a crucial phase and for some reason Manly seemed to clock off at the worst of times. Two late tries including an intercept in the last 30 seconds and somehow the Warriors were back in the contest – 16-10 at oranges. The Warriors are a confidence team and notwithstanding they were comprehensively outplayed in the first half the fact that they were only down by 6 was a morale boost they should not have been afforded.

The second half started well enough when only minutes in Ben Turbo crossed, put over untouched via a deft and incisive Cherry Baby pass. No further comment necessary on Cherry Baby – he was having another blinder.

This try was offset when Shaun Johnson crossed only minutes later – this was a moment of brilliance from the aging Warriors half-back as he sliced through multiple would-be defenders. Unfortunately, his brilliance was not replicated with the conversion, when Johnson missed from virtually in front.

The remainder of the second half was pretty much a grind, played in less than ideal but typical NZ conditions (i.e. cold and wet). There was plenty of scramble from Manly and just when it looked like they would hold on for a well-deserved win, with only a minute to go things went well and truly pear-shaped.

As was the case in the first half, Manly clocked off early and let Warrior winger Dallin Watene-Zeleniak cross for what should have been a consolation try at best. 22-20 to Manly with only 45 seconds left on the clock.

In the last play of the game, with the Warriors only hope an unlikely 50m, 2pt field goal, inexplicably Josh Aloiai took out the legs of Shaun Johnson who was attempting the miracle kick. Whilst there wasn’t much in it, it was a dumb play by Aloiai who gifted the Warriors a penalty from right in front. 22-all and off to golden point.

Golden point was a debacle with both sides only focused on field goals. As a spectacle it was awful and ruined what had been up until that point a high-quality affair. With neither team able to convert it was still level after the allotted time and a draw was declared. In the Sea Eagles humble opinion Golden Point is a blight on the game and the sooner it is disposed of the better for all concerned.

Manly played well enough to win this game and their effort cannot be criticised. They will however rue some crucial lapses in the minute before half time and the last minute of the game.

Next week, Manly are on the road again, this time to the Gold Coast to take on Des’ Titans. The Titans have been stinking up the joint thus far in season 2024 and we can only hope that they don’t break their duck next week against Manly.

JOSH SCHUSTER FREE TO NEGOTIATE.

Mr Schuster has enormous potential. Unfortunately, as the late great Coach Jack Gibson famously said, the beaches are full of potential.

Manly appear to have made the cardinal sin of buying a player based on potential, on a long term deal reported to be $800k a season. Press reports suggest there are performance criteria in this, and that Manly may not have to actually pay the full $800k each year. We can only hope this is the case.

One criteria of course would have to be that every game played in Reserve Grade would represent a significant contract payment adjustment.

Another would be that Mr Schuster would have to be selected for representative teams such as NSW Origin and the like.

With that said, and with Mr Schuster having played Reserve Grade all season, and now according to press reports, he is on 2 weeks personal leave, this situation is nothing short of an unmitigated debacle.

Press reports also suggest that none of the other 16 NRL clubs have expressed any interest in signing Mr Shuster. This is not surprising. His performance based on actual top level NRL games played would not look very appealing (personal opinion)

The Sea Eagle can offer his own solution to this problem. Not that this will be seriously considered by anyone.

Firstly, Mr Schuster should be advised that Manly will not be making up the contract payment difference if he can indeed find another club.

Secondly, Mr Schuster will be expected to attend training and all club events and play Reserve Grade if selected.

Thirdly, Mr Schuster is free to leave if he can get another contract, otherwise he can stay as per above. But there is no way Manly are going to pay him or another club to top up his contract, only to see him perform at another club when he should have been performing at Manly.

Fourthly, if Mr Schuster elects to stay at Manly, it is matter for Mr Schuster as to whether he is prepared to do what it takes to play first grade. Manly no doubt would of course do whatever it took to help, if Mr Schuster asked them to help him get back into First Grade, as long as it was Mr Schuster driving the outcomes.

Fifthly, Mr Schuster should be told his rugby league career will be washed up before it started if he does not get back into First Grade.

This above strategy may cost Manly value salary cap funds. But it will send a message to every current and future player at the club, that conduct of this type will not be tolerated. If you want to set a standard as a serious professional sporting organisation, that is what sometimes has to be done.

One would hope Mr Schuster will realise that it is he and only he, who can turn this around, by doing what is required to pay First Grade again. He will respected far more if he does that, and he will extend his career as well.

That has to be better than the possible alternatives (personal opinion).

NO MONKEY BUSINESS

Unbelievably, the Sea Eagle spotted this one this week.

The picture says it all. Presumably this is a co-sponsored event between the well-known Surry Hills Irish Tavern, and a well-known Australian brewer.

Where is the NRL Integrty Unit around this one?

If this is acceptable as commercial promotion, how does Spencer Lenui cop the punishment and outrage that he did, whilst these two commercial organisations seemingly can continue running promotions like this with impunity?

Perhaps, just perhaps, there is actually no prohibition on them doing so? In which case, what was the furore with Spencer Lenui all about ?

As a statement, the Sea Eagle has no choice than to personally ban Molly Malones and the consumption of Coopers beer for an indeterminate time frame, simply because, as has been said many times before in season 2024 - NO MONKEY BUSINESS!

THE SEA EAGLE

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kuroopaisen · 3 years

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takes one to know one || fushiguro megumi

➵ megumi just wants to buy some flowers from the nice stall attendant he definitely doesn’t have a crush on in peace. gojou has other plans.

wc: 2.4k

warnings: gn!reader, incoherent chaos

a/n: gracie dearest this one’s for you :( you are so sweet and so lovely to me and i’m so, so glad we met in this hellscape (i would personally like to thank psycho-pass for existing) i hope i did your boy well!

By the time he arrives at Jujutsu Tech, Megumi knows the flowers are a mistake.

“For me?” Gojou gasps, hands clasped and mouth agape in perhaps his most punchable smile. “Oh, you shouldn’t have.”

Megumi’s fist tightens around the handle of his bouquet. Today, it’s lilacs, irises and white lilies. It’s also much bigger than usual – too big to inconspicuously leave on someone’s fence or place in the school gardens.

“You can have them if you want,” he murmurs. What else is he supposed to do with them?

The delight on Gojou’s face collapses into a precarious mix of genuine confusion and insatiable curiosity. “Hah? They’re not for anyone?”

“No,” Megumi says. And if they were, I wouldn’t tell you. Although he doesn’t say that last part. Gojou would perceive it as a challenge, and the less he knew about Megumi’s private life, the better.

“So…” A grin splits Gojou’s face. “The person you bought them from must be special, then.”

Megumi freezes for just a second. But he knows a second is enough for Gojou to glean all the information he needs.

“Ah,” Gojou hums. “I see.”

“No, you don’t,” Megumi mumbles, well-aware of the heat rising in his cheeks.

“But why would you go out of your way to buy a bouquet of flowers, hm?” Gojou grins, shit-eating grin back on his face. “They don’t hand these out for free, you know.”

Megumi’s grip is so firm he’s scared he’ll crush the stems.

Although, he still doesn’t know what he’s going to do with them. It doesn’t feel right to throw them out – not when you’d spent time putting it together – but he wasn’t about to revamp his room with a distinctly floral accent.

Is it against social protocol to give the flowers back to you? Not now, of course, but maybe on his evening walk… or tomorrow morning…

He still doesn’t know why he didn’t just walk past you that first day.

But something about the way you were gazing out into the street, eyes wide and hopeful as you watched people ignore you on their daily commute… something about that drew him in.

And once he’d bought something from you once – just a small flower, one he didn’t know the name of, but seemed appropriate behind a cute girl’s ear – he couldn’t very well start ignoring you.

Not when your smile is so bright, your eyes sparkling with gratitude whenever he takes whatever floral arrangement you’ve lovingly bundled together out of your hands.

But now he’s paying the price – in more ways than one.

✧ ✧ ✧

Your flower stall is just a few feet away from one of the trendiest cafes in this area of Tokyo, and whoever oversees your little operation is obviously trying to capitalise on that. Setting up so early must be an attempt to catch the rush of bleary-eyed corporate workers craving their necessary morning coffee.

What use an office worker has for flowers, Megumi doesn’t know. But he has a feeling that you’d probably say something along the lines of “it’ll help brighten the place up.”

As usual, you’re waiting there patiently, eyes hopefully scanning the streets for any potential customers. Your face positively lights up when you finally catch sight of him – something that still makes Megumi nearly trip over his own feet.

“Good morning!” You call out, waving to him.

Megumi raises a hand in response, shuffling towards you with all the embarrassment of a high schooler on their way to their first date.

“Can I interest you in a floral arrangement on this fine Saturday morning?” You grin, eyes twinkling as you make your marketing pitch.

“Sure,” Megumi sighs, scanning the vast array of flowers currently on display. He’s getting better at picking them out, but he still can’t name any of them on sight.

You wait patiently, hands folded on the counter. If you think he’s an idiot, you keep it to yourself.

“Those ones,” he says, pointing at a group of blue heart-shaped flowers.

“The morning glories?” You ask reflexively, reaching over to pluck a bunch out of their display.

“Yeah,” Megumi shrugs. He has no idea what a morning glory is. The term sounds like something Gojou and Yuji would snicker at.

“They’re gorgeous,” you smile, taking a moment to admire them.

“Yeah,” Megumi says again.

Flowers aren’t really his thing; God help him if he was ever asked what his favourite kind was. But there’s no point in saying any of that – not when he’s already spent an embarrassing amount of money at this one stall.

“You’re keeping the business afloat, you know,” you giggle, as if reading his mind.

Megumi blinks at you. “Really?”

“Mhm,” you nod. “It wouldn’t be amiss to say you’re our most important patron.” You beam at him, same sparkle in your eyes as always.

He’d be furious, if you weren’t so nice.

How is he supposed to focus when you’re looking at him like that? How’s he supposed to ask who ‘we’ is? A business partner? A partner partner?

But you look so young. You can’t possibly be running a business. But you might have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. Or both. Or a partner of an otherwise non-binary gender.

Too many questions, no social capacity to ask them.

“So,” Megumi begins, his voice calm and composed as ever. His mind, however, is scrambling around like a fast-food joint at rush hour, trying to string together a sentence that’s not only coherent but also fascinating.

“How old are you?”

Whoops.

It’s the forbidden question. Or, at least, that’s what people always say. People, in this case, is Gojou. It usually is.

You seem unbothered. “I turn seventeen this year.”

Was it only a forbidden question for people who’re older? But in that case, surely knowing someone’s age was pertinent for the whole ‘respect’ thing. Maybe Gojou just didn’t think he should ever ask anyone’s age because then he’s not beholden to honorifics.

But Megumi can’t imagine him using them properly anyway.

That’s not the point. The point is that you’re the same age as him. You weren’t somehow twenty-seven with a baby face.

“Oh,” Megumi nods. “Me too.”

The smile you give him is almost unbearable. How is it even more of a smile than your usual smile? That doesn’t make any sense.

There’s a certain excitement bubbling in his gut that he doesn’t recognise or like.

Wait, if you’re his age, then…

“Do you not go to school on Saturdays?” He asks.

Is this conversation too dry? He’s not sure. He doesn’t usually make an effort at this sort of thing.

“My school doesn’t have classes on Saturday mornings,” you smile, meticulously wrapping brown paper around the stems of a set of particularly bright morning glories. You always do it so delicately; where on earth do you find the patience?

There’s something… graceful, about how you go about it. Sure, it’s your job, but Megumi still enjoys watching you work because—

“Hello there!”

Megumi knows that voice.

Oh no.

“Hello!” You fold your hands in front of you and give your new customer a bow. But your usual smile has been replaced with an expression of middling confusion as you look him up and down.

Megumi doesn’t need to turn around to know who’s standing behind him.

“Who’d’ve thought there’d be so many kinds of flowers in bloom, huh?” Gojou grins, slinging a lanky arm around Megumi’s shoulders.

Megumi glances to the side.

A pair of startingly blue eyes peek at him from behind black shades.

“What are you doing here?” He asks through gritted teeth.

“Oh, I thought I’d just come out for a morning stroll,” Gojou sighs, gesturing to the sky. “Don’t you think it’s gorgeous?”

Megumi’s ready to commit a murder.

“And look at all these flowers!” Gojou exclaims, bending down to peer at some asters closely. “Did you grow them all yourself?”

“Of course not,” you laugh. “I just sell them.”

Jealous maybe isn’t the right word. But there is a twisting in Megumi’s gut upon the realisation that within minutes of meeting you, Gojou had made you laugh. Megumi, on the other hand, was yet to do that.

“Well, either way, my student is a big fan,” Gojou smirks, shaking Megumi’s shoulder. Megumi’s soul is currently leaving his body.

“I was just telling him that he’s our most valued customer,” you smile, tilting your head at the pair of them.

“Ah, is that so?” Gojou grins. It’s amazing, really, how he manages to capture all the terror of the apocalypse in one smile. “I never really took him as a flower guy.”

“Everyone’s a flower guy, sir,” you tsk, shaking your head. “Even you.”

Gojou places an affronted hand on his chest. “So quick to make assumptions!”

“Not at all,” you smile. “You’d be surprised by what our customer base looks like.”

“You don’t say,” Gojou grins, turning to Megumi.

Megumi considers the consequences of punching Gojou right in the nether regions. He doubts he’d be punished for it by the higher ups; if anything, he’ll probably be rewarded. Maybe even pushed up a grade for his invaluable service.

“Fushiguro!”

Oh no.

Megumi’s eyes widen ever so slightly. His head whips round to Gojou. His teacher is already looking straight at him.

“Ah,” Gojou grins. “I told Yuji to meet me here this morning.” The glint in his eyes strikes terror right through Megumi’s departing soul.

Sure enough, Itadori barrels his way towards them, damn near colliding against Megumi with a ‘thump’.

Megumi can do something but stare into the abyss, hoping, wishing, praying this is just a nightmare.

Unfortunately, it’s not.

You give the newest addition to this strange little posse a customary bow. “Good morning!”

Itadori beams at you, his entire face lighting up. “Good morning!”

A strange panic starts to rise from Megumi’s gut. If he thought about it, you and Itadori would get along well. Too well.

Thoughts of you and Itadori walking hand in hand down the street as you laugh, Itadori offering you his coat on a clod morning as you blush, Itadori walking you home, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully as you lean towards him and –

Megumi blinks the thoughts away. What is wrong with him today?

You and Itadori have just met. And what was it to Megumi anyway? It’s not like he—

“Megumi?” Itadori tilts his head at him.

Megumi stares back blankly. “Hm?”

“I wanted to know how you found this place,” Itadori asks, voice bright but with the uncertain quality inherent to repeating oneself.

“Oh,” Megumi murmurs. “Well, I…”

In truth, he doesn’t remember. He just saw you one morning and decided to approach. He still doesn’t know why. But he doesn’t regret it.

“I roped him in with my charm,” you piqued up, picking up the lull in conversation.

Try as he might, Megumi just can’t concentrate. Itadori’s pressed against him, Gojou’s still got his arm slung around his shoulder, and—

“Ah, Nobara’s here!” Gojou beams, waving a hand over his head.

“What are you doing here of all places?” Nobara frowns, raising an eyebrow at Megumi. “I wouldn’t have taken this as your sort of scene.”

If there’s a hell, Megumi’s sure it’s this.

Conversation is bubbling around him but none of it is registering in his mind, he can see Nobara’s dissatisfied look as she takes in the situation at hand but he doesn’t have the energy to retort, Gojou is playing with the petals of one of the display flowers but Megumi knows he’s not going to buy it and—

“Hey, Megumi?”

He snaps back to reality at the sound of your voice, gentle and concerned.

“Are you alright?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. It’s as if you’re completely ignoring the rabble, as if you see him and only him.

Next to him Gojou, Yuji and Nobara watch with rapt attention.

“Yeah,” he lies. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

You frown at you look at him. Something flashes in your eyes and you suddenly duck beneath your countertop.

Megumi and his gaggle of fools blink in surprise.

In a moment you hop back up, something purple bundled up in your hands. “Here,” you smile, handing it out to him, “this is supposed to help you sleep.”

One whiff and he knows it’s lavender.

“How much?” Megumi asks.

You shake your head. “Oh, no. It’s on me.”

Megumi’s heart flutters as you smile. Despite the chaos going on around him, despite the fact that he knows he’s going to be mocked for this for weeks to come, he’s grateful.

Somehow.

“Sorry about this…” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s fine,” you giggle, shaking your head.

Megumi feels Gojou chuckle quietly, his chest rattling. Itadori is unusually quiet and Nobara seems moments away from a laughing fit.

“I should go,” Megumi says quickly and suddenly. He doesn’t give you time to respond, zipping down the street as fast as his feet can carry him. He needs a shower and then a run and then he needs to beat a training dummy up and then—

“Wait, Megumi!”

He freezes in his tracks. That’s… your voice.

And around his wrist is… is…

He turns to look at you over his shoulder, eyes darting for where you hand wraps around his wrist. Why is his heart racing so absurdly fast? Why does it feel like his head’s about to explode? You’re just holding his wrist. You’re not even touching his skin. Not that it matters—

“Will I see you tomorrow?” You ask, not quite able to meet his gaze.

It brings him back to the moment.

“Of course,” Megumi answers reflexively.

You finally lift your eyes up. They seem to be sparkling. “I look forward to it.”

Before he even has time to process it you’ve let him go and trotted back to your stall, tending to your flowers as if nothing’d happened.

This has been too much embarrassment for one day. He’s not entirely sure what’s going on and he’s not sure he wants to know. But man, he needs at least several hours alone to process everything.

As Megumi shuffles away, Gojou bounds after him, still grinning like a fool.

“So, Megumi’s got himself a—”

Megumi elbows him in the stomach before Gojou even has a chance to finish his sentence.

#megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #megumi x you #fushiguro x you #fushiguro megumi x you #I don't know how to TAG #STILL #this is a disaster but now it's everyone else's problem

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sinswithpleasure · 3 years

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The Playgirl (ft. LOONA's Yves) [Part 1] [Female Reader]

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This was supposed to be a lengthy oneshot, but I wanna have it out as I write, so... here's Part 1! Just so you know, it's futa!Yves, but I won't really mention it until at least Part 3.

Also, this is entirely female reader!

Can be found on AFF and AO3!

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Everyone knows of Ha Sooyoung.

Most know her by her preferred name Yves, but it is the same either way—the people still have her deeply imprinted in the recesses of their minds. After all, who doesn't know of the campus fuckgirl that only goes for girls?

You are no exception to having knowledge of Sooyoung. After all, she is your seatmate for every class you had, and while she is regularly absent, she is a regular hindrance when present. During lectures, she likes to fling paper balls at unsuspecting classmates, flirt with any female classmate or TA, or play games on her mobile phone loudly. The fact that she is your seatmate only makes it worse, considering she has her feet on the table most of the time.

Now you have to tutor her. The bane of your existence. Ha Sooyoung. Yves. Tutor. Tutor her.

Your look of disbelief meeting your professor's determined gaze melts into a sigh of resignation. You know that no amount of whining or pouting would result in a win for you—Yves had the poorest performance, barely scraping through any of her tests, whereas you aced every test given during your course of study. It would only be natural for you to be tutoring her.

Yves flashes a smirk and wink from the front row of the lecture theatre, giving you a two-fingered salute as the professor leaves.

"Hey, babygirl. Guess you're my new tutor."

"Hi." You cannot help but let bitterness seep into your tone, but you bite down on the bullets you wish to fire.

"You don't seem that happy."

"No, but it's fine. Let's get down to business."

"Uh-uh, not today. I've got a party to get to. How about this, give me your phone."

You hesitantly pass her your phone, and she enters her number in.

"Call me." She flashes another smirk and a wink, pushing her hair back. The phone in your hand displays 'yves 💘'.

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When you call Yves, you hear more of the chatter in the background than her voice. However, she is still audible, and that is all you need.

"Hello?"

"Sooyoung. I'll tutor you beginning tomorrow."

"Oh, it's you, babygirl. Sure, see you after class?"

Huh. That was easy.

"Good, please bring along the Calculus textbook—"

Indistinct chatter rings across the line, and you vaguely hear the crowd chanting "Drink! Drink! Drink!" before Yves's voice cuts through the line again.

"Sorry, babygirl, I've got to jet. I ain't gonna win this game of beer pong talkin' to you. See you tomorrow."

Before you can even say anything, the call is cut. You take a deep breath, deciding to let it go. Maybe this would be the only time. After all, innocent until proven guilty, right?

With a long exhale, you throw yourself back into whatever work you were doing.

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When Yves appears after class, she staggers into the classroom, clutching her head.

"Fuck, I shouldn't have drank that much last night."

She crashes on the chair next to you, immediately folding her arms on the table, resting her head on it. Her eyes open blearily when you request for her to take her Calculus textbook out.

"I didn't bring it."

You halt, frustration beginning to build.

"I thought I told you to bring it."

"Well, babygirl, I forgot. Looks like we can't do this today then." Yves rises, staggering towards the door. Repeated calls of her name fall on her deaf ears as she rounds the corner and disappears.

You take a deep breath. Tomorrow.

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[You sent a message:]

Yves

Tomorrow, after class.

[yves💘 sent a message:]

Hey babygirl

I've got a party tomorrow.

[You sent a message:]

You're ditching your grades for a party?

A party in the afternoon?

[yves💘 sent a message:]

Come on, live a little, it's fun to cut loose!

Yeah, I need to go set it up.

Wanna come?

[You sent a message:]

I'd rather spend my time productively, thank you. I expect to see you after class. The same place.

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Yves is absent again from class. Naturally, she is absent from the tutoring session. Every call you make to her goes unanswered throughout the afternoon.

You hate this. It wasn't as if tutoring her was a choice you made—the professor shunted the task to you, even after all your protests and reasoning for why you shouldn't take the job. The impression that she gives off already isn't anything good, and the fact that she actively is wasting your time only pisses you off even more.

The fact that Yves is your seatmate only adds to the frustration. Her shoes are all up in your face, the sounds of her games in your ears, her paper balls all over your table. Everything she did just pissed you off.

When you reach home, you immediately drop a call to Yves. Three rings of the phone is all it takes before she picks up the phone.

"Hey babygirl."

"Don't babygirl me. Where were you this afternoon?"

"I told you, I had a party."

"So you choose to waste my time?"

"Sorry, babe." The lack of sincerity is evident in her voice. "This is clearly more fun."

"You prioritize fun over your grades? Are you trying to fail?"

"Yo, yo, chill, chill! Cut me some slack! Take it easy. I've got time!"

"The final exams are less than half a year away."

"Precisely." Yves's smirk can be heard through the phone. "I have time."

"I don't. Stop wasting my time. Come tomorrow."

"Oh, fiery. Just my type." Yves chuckles, before she pisses you off even further. "I'll see you, just not tomorrow."

"Why not?"

"I'll be busy nursing my hangover. Ciao." The call is cut.

You growl in frustration, squeezing the pen in your hand tightly. How easily she dismisses you only serves to fuel your anger. How could someone give no shits about their future?

Yves was basically the opposite of what you stood for. To you, school was an obligation—something necessary in order to move forward and succeed. This meant that people had to possess the responsibility to keep to this commitment so they could succeed in life. The future is uncertain, so you should make every effort to ensure that you can forge a path that is as certain as it can be.

Yves, however, treated school like a waste of time. To be out having fun mattered more—life and the future is uncertain, so if she could afford the time to live in the moment, then she would take the time to. Why pressure oneself to engineer perfection when imperfection is how the world runs?

This was a constant argument between the both of you when Yves was present in school. On the days she came, you had to fight to pay attention to your professor since the both of you would argue. You hated having to defend your point of view against her, since she was deeply set in her contrasting view. You hate how carefree she is. How is it that someone can live without worrying that much?

When you let your vision focus, you take a deep breath and go back to your work.

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You are ten minutes early for class. Chatter fills the classroom as per usual. When you reach your seat, your ears perk up at a familiar name.

"... you hear Yves took her home last night?"

"... sex … fucked her the whole night … best time of her life …"

You scowl. Even when she wasn't present, you had to hear about her, and even worse, her womanizing and hedonistic lifestyle. Who cares about her?

"Good morning, babygirl."

The bane of your existence appears before your very eyes, leaning over your desk with her signature smirk. You give her a glare, but not before you fail to resist checking her out.

Yes, she is admittedly hot. But insufferable. But hot. Facts are facts.

Her hair slicked back, check. Leather jacket, check. Fishnets and crop top fitting her… appealing chest, check. Tight pants that fit her figure, check. Fuck, she looks so good.

"My eyes are up here." Yves pushes your head up to meet her gaze with a finger. The smug smirk on her face makes you want to slap it off her. "If you want me, all you have to do is ask."

"Why're you here?"

"Someone who places such importance in school doesn't want her seatmate present? I'm hurt, babe."

"Fuck off. Don't touch me." You shift away from her touch, and Yves grins.

"I came to see you, my favourite tutor. You're interesting."

"Put that interest in your studies."

"No, I don't think I will, not when you're this pretty."

You try to fight the blush that appears on your face, but it seems that you fail—Yves's cocky grin only gets bigger when she reclines in her chair, resting her feet on the table.

This is your second year with Yves as a seatmate. The girl next to you somehow managed to scrape past first year, and now here she is, staring at you with an amused smirk, annoying you just as she had since Day 1.

"Y'know, I mean it when I say you're pretty."

"Thank you." You grit your teeth, though how red your face remains betrays your hidden feelings. After all, girls don't really compliment you that often, let alone a hot one like Yves is.

"Mm, you're welcome." Yves smiles, resting her head on her chair. "I'll depend on your tutoring, babygirl. Goodnight."

"You're going to sleep?"

"Yep. I'll just listen attentively to you later, cutie."

"I would prefer it if you paid attention now."

"What, and stare at the prof's ugly mug? Why would I do that when I can take the time to stare at your beautiful face instead?"

"Fuck off."

"Ooh, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Yves's grin shows how little offense she takes at your rebuttal. "I like you, baby."

You decide to ignore Yves. Ignore how she easily infuriates you. Ignore how hot she is. Ignore the compliments that make heat rise from your cheeks and neck.

Insufferable.

-----

Yves takes a long time to rise from her slumber. You try to shake her, but Yves remains steadfastly asleep on her chair.

"Yves. Wake up."

"Mmnnngggh."

"Wake up, wake up."

"Five more minutes."

"No." You heave a sigh. "Wake. Up."

"Fine, fine, babygirl. You're such a killjoy."

"Do not 'babygirl' me. Let's start."

You pull out your Calculus textbook. Yves halfheartedly pulls hers out as well, and you flip both books to a summary exercise.

"Do these. I need to know your current ability."

"Only because you're pretty, babygirl." Yves picks up her pen, beginning to work on the questions.

-----

"How are you getting all these wrong?"

Your tutee shrugs, leaning back on her chair. "Who cares?"

"I do! You're going to fail."

"Aw babygirl, you do care about me."

"Shut the fuck up. There's so much work I need to do with you."

"Meh, whatever." Yves stretches in her chair, leaning back to close her eyes. "Do your magic, tutor. Teach me."

"Fine. Let's begin."

-----

Both you and Yves part ways at the gate of the campus. After a tense session involving multiple arguments when Yves used more of her phone than to attempt learning anything you were teaching, or when she started to look up girls on Tinder, you gave up and halted the session.

"See you soon, babygirl."

"Fuck you."

"Anytime, babe. You just have to ask."

"Fuck off."

"Calm down. It's not like we don't have time."

"We don't."

"Not with that attitude."

"Fuck your attitude."

Yves only grins when she hears your reply.

---------------

Another tutoring session, another Yves absence. This time, when you call her, you're met with the obscene sounds of Yves engaging in sexual intercourse.

"Hey babygirl."

"Yves. Where are—huh?"

Wet smacks echo loudly through the speaker on your phone. Someone moans on the other side. Regular thumps ring through your speakers.

"I'm a little busy now, baby."

"Wha—what the fuck?"

"As you can hear, I'm busy fucking someone. Bye."

The dial tone that enters your ears almost makes you smash your phone on the table to pieces. You instead settle on smashing your fist against the table instead.

This is the last straw.

-----

The next time you see Yves, you pin her against the wall. Taken by surprise, Yves finds herself in a position she usually puts others into. Smirking, she relents.

"Didn't take you to be so forward."

"This is the last fucking time I'm taking your shit. I've had it with your constant excuses about parties, or whatever. Now, you choose to go fuck some bitch even when you know you have stuff to do. I'm fucking done. I quit."

"Come on, don't be like that, baby." Yves's cocky grin widens. "Maybe I need some more motivation."

"If having your life planned out isn't motivating enough, nothing will work."

"Oh, but I had this wonderful idea…"

You resist taking the bait, but having Yves pinned against the wall fucks with your judgement.

"What?"

Today, Yves is clad in all black leather. Whatever she's wearing doesn't catch your eye—the fact that your face is so close to Yves's flusters you. The same slicked back hair, scarlet lipstick across her kissable lips, a cocky glint in her eye, catching your gaze before traveling down to your lips, then below…

"I've seen the way you look at me, babygirl. You say you hate me, but all I see in your eyes is lust right now. You want me so bad, don't you?"

"Sh-shut the fuck up." You curse at the slight stutter.

"So how about this? I'll be the best student you'll ever have, and if I ace the exams at the end of the year… hmm."

Yves lets her voice trail off, knowing she has your full attention.

"What the fuck do you want?'

"If I ace the exams, I get to fuck you."

You cannot believe your ears.

"What?"

"I said what I said. I'll be the best student you'll have. I'll ace the exams. And when I do, you'll sleep with me."

"Why the fuck would I say yes to that?"

In an instant, Yves flips you around. Your back is now against the wall, your arms held against your will, held down by Yves's grip. Yves leans in.

"Because you think I'm hot."

You subconsciously lean in when you feel her hot breath on your lips, and Yves leans in as well. Something soft presses against your lips. Instantly, she is off you, smirking.

"See you around babygirl. Don't think about me too much."

So you agree.

#kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #loona yves #ha sooyoung #loona fanfiction

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Crotch Goblins

Pairing: Purpled x Reader, Ranboo x Reader, Tommy x Reader, Tubbo x Reader

Request: wait would it be cringe if i like. requested your take on the yandere kids

Word Count: 1.6K

Warning: yandere, fighting mentioned, stalking, fear of abandonment, anxiety, stealing, kidnapping, the egg

A/N: This is all platonic! Nothing romantic.

Ranboo

This poor child lives in constant fear of forgetting you. His memory issues are a big problem and it affects everybody he loves. And his anxiety definitely doesn’t help his situation; it only feeds his paranoia of losing you.

To prevent losing any precious memories of you, he’ll write down so much about you. He’d probably have books on books just dedicated to things about you he wants to remember. Another way to always remember you is to never be away from you! It’s much harder to forget somebody if you’re constantly around them!

If you allow it, he’ll fucking cling to you. He loves the attention and reassurance you give him. Aw yeah he's a poor memory boy and constantly scared of Dream and enderwalking. Please stay by him??? Pretty please??

He’ll occasionally come over to your house in search of your company. Though he won’t tell you that directly. It’ll be under the pretense that he’s very scared of something happening and wanted to stay with you for some comfort. Not all of that’s a lie though. He always goes to you when he’s anxious; you’re his safe place. You make everything right and good again. You found it rather endearing that he trusted and liked you so much. Baked treats would always be on standby for his visits.

He’ll slowly start to stay at your house for longer and come back quicker. Soon he’s practically living with you. You’re not bothered by it at first, and you don’t think about it after a while. The domesticity of the situation just feels right. Why would you disrupt something like this?? And he deserves some of this. After all, the dsmp isn’t a nice place, and especially not to Ranboo. Why don’t you just let him have this?

Tommy

Tommy lives in constant fear of you abandoning him. Or worse, having someone take you from him. He’s lost so many loved ones already, and he doesn’t know how many more he can live through. You’re one of his most prized possessions, besides Tubbo and the Disks. Above Tubbo, but a close contender with the disks.

He’s gonna be clingy af. And he’ll do anything you want him to. By that, he really means anything he thinks you’d want him to do or something that’s “necessary”. Overall it’s just bad stuff. Be prepared for some warfare to happen just for you.

No thought, only fighting. Fights will break out over the silliest things. Like he wants attention from you? Fight! Someone getting too close?? Begone thot!! This is his friend! Not theirs! Back off.

After every fight, you’ll bandage his wounds while lecturing him. Not a single thing you say will be properly heard by Tommy. Your words would slur together in his ears, turning themselves into a beautiful song. Did you know your voice sounds really good? Oh yeah, you make the pain go away so quickly too. Your medical skills are just so fucking good, can’t you see?

There will be no question that he’d steal for you; he’d do it without question or request. If he finds anything that you might like or need? Yoinked as soon as the old owner isn’t looking. Finders keepers, after all. The smp is a dog-eat-dog world. And you deserve the fucking best shit man. If you find out it’s stolen, you’d return it in a heartbeat with so many apologies. You somehow found it somewhere and you didn’t know it was theirs. Wow you must like Tommy if you’re covering for him like that!

You’d be dragged around by Tommy on some days. All a grand tour to show you his creations, and he begrudgingly shows you some of the builds by the others. He feels somewhat inadequate when he eventually shows you his stuff. Like his multiple cobblestone towers. But you’re giving such nice compliments for each one. And they’re all so unique too. No two compliments are the same. He is a really good builder, huh?

Tubbo

He’s going to be protective of you. Not overbearingly so, but definitely is watching out for your safety a ton. With him having watched the lives of those he loves fall apart around them, he doesn’t want the same fate to fall upon you. He can’t go through that cycle again, and especially so soon. You’re so nice too. You definitely don’t deserve that fate.

Micheal took a liking to you really quickly. If Micheal likes you, that means that you’re a part of the family. He doesn’t care what you have to say, it’s just facts. You have a problem with it? Try bringing that up to Micheal. Want to tell him that you aren’t a part of the family? Exactly. So that means that you are a member.

Oh and you help him so much, which he’s thankful for. And it’s not just to a specific type of task either. You help with everything. Building, cooking, caring for Micheal, the whole biz. With you doing so much and putting so much effort into everything, that must mean that you love him like he loves you, right? Nobody does this much for somebody else without loving them. So the obvious answer is that you love him back!

Will do anything in his power to convince you to move in with him, Ranboo and Micheal. Like really hard. He pulled all of the charms and stops. And there’s a very slim chance that you didn’t move in. Though you would eventually. There isn’t a chance in hell that you wouldn’t be living in that house by some point. You’d be moving in with or without your consent. Maybe one day you just woke up in the mansion. Oh hey why do you look so confused? You agreed to move in already silly, don’t you remember?

There’s no and, if, or buts about it; he’d get Ranboo in on it also if he wasn’t already. They’re platonically married after all. And the three of you are all friends. So it’s obvious that Ranboo would be in on it as well. If he isn’t, then he’d turn a blind eye to Tubbo’s behavior. Huh, yeah he didn’t notice that at all. Nope, nothing odd happening here.

Would absolutely get you to help him on every little task that he could. Especially with building and taking care of little Micheal. The builds would be little cottage core stuff. Such sweet and quaint things. Not too much or too hard, but very pleasing to the eyes and the feeling of accomplishment the two of you got at the end of the project felt incredible. Children can be such a handful too, so any help for Micheal will be much appreciated. Plus it’s so much fun to play with children, especially children in Micheal’s age group. The more time you spend with them, the less time you have to spend with anyone else. Which leads to a smaller chance of being taken from them.

Purpled

This man? Oh he’s so fucking happy that you and him don’t have many relations outside of each other. It’s so much easier for you two. Since you two are so close, it’s easy to coerce you into living with him. Yeah it may be far from the rest of the smp, but that’s okay. It’s not like you had any friends there. It’s easier to stay safer so far away from everything. And you know what’s even better? Nobody would even notice y’all disappear!

Before y’all moved away, he always conveniently showed up at random times. It was always during times when you were alone or felt alone. Really helped you there; made you feel loved that somebody noticed and was there for you. Though it was odd how often he appeared at just the right moment. You wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth though.

He always knows what to get you. What your favorite flowers are, what food you like, what your favorite color is, your favorite gift items. He even knows your dislikes. Even the ones you don’t tell him. You know, anything a good friend would know.

If somebody even remotely offends/scares/harms you, they’re in fucking trouble. That? Yeah, that’s a valid reason to start a fight. He’ll beat them within an inch of their life and threaten to do it again if they even thought of hurting you like that. >:( Definitely got them to stop talking to you.

Since he’s working for the egg, he feels like the egg could maybe protect you?? Yeah he’s not completely under its control and he sees how crazy the other members of the eggpire are, but it can’t be that bad. The others are just praising it, talking about how it could make all of his deepest desires a reality. Not many people like going to the egg, and they wouldn’t be looking for prisoners there. So it should be safe for you. Well, safer than the outside world. And his deepest desire is your safety and love, so that should be easy to gain if he brought you to the egg, right?

There is no question: he’d kidnap you to bring you to the egg. Though it’ll be after a while of trying to persuade you to come with him for that. You heard so many horrible things about the egg, so it’d be better if you didn’t get involved with that. So if his attempts to get you to the egg fail, then some forceful measures will be used. It was for your best interest after all.

#c: purpled #c: tommy #c: tubbo #c: ranboo #tw: yandere #dodo writing #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #purpled x reader #ranboo x reader #tommy x reader #tubbo x reader #yandere #tw: fighting #tw: stalking #tw: anxiety #tw: stealing #tw: kidnapping

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