#this may sound condescending but i mean all these points from the heart of my pussy
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Shared Interests Pt. 2
Pt 1
Lucas pats him on the shoulder and grins at him, "You're doing much better Eddie."
"Don't condescend to me Sinclair." Eddie teases back and tickles Lucas's side, "You're the one who told me to do that stupid shoulder touch thing and Steve laughed whenever he looked at me for a week!" Steve may also have done it back to him at one point and made his knees go weak which just isn't fair.
"Wait, so is that why Steve asked if I wanted to learn how to pitch a baseball after we went up to cerebro for my date with Suzie?" Dustin had been confused at the time, wondering if Steve was trying to make him want to be a jock too.
Eddie nods and settles back in his chair, "Aside from the fact that I think he just wants all of you to be more physically active considering how much time we spend running from monsters, yeah."
Oh, Dustin had called it gross and sweaty and wanted to go home before he got a sunburn. And Steve hadn't complained, he ruffled Dustin's hat and told him to wipe his feet before getting in his car.
"Wait, does Steve think I hate him?" Fear bubbled through Dustin's veins, all the times Steve asked if he'd like to go see a movie or visit the library… was he going to lose his friend?
"Mmmm, I wouldn't go that far per say." At the devastated look on Dustin's face Eddie quickly drops the act, "No Dustin of course he doesn't, Steve loves you dearly. You guys could stand to ease up on calling him stupid or shit like that because that does hurt him, he wouldn't tell you that even on pain of death though."
Lucas and Will share a look at that and Eddie suspects that this isn't the first time that particular subject has been brought up by someone. His money is on El. That little girl loves Steve with every fiber of her being and watching them read or work on El's catch up work together warms Eddie's heart endlessly.
"So we have to do sports stuff now? Because of Steve?" Mike looks like he's swallowed a lemon.
"You realize Steve has other hobbies besides sports right?" Eddie points out, "The guy is literally in school right now learning to do hair professionally because he's so good at it." Case in point baby Byers missing bowl cut and his far less frizzy curls.
"I like that he tells me everything that he's doing because I don't like people standing silently behind me. He does it with El too because she's so worried about her head being shaved again." Will pipes in causing Mike and Dustin to turn to him. "He cooks too, likes to help mom with dinner whenever things go late."
Eddie beams at Will brightly, "Yep, although he's a far better baker. I'm always bringing snacks to band practice now, Gareth would probably fight me to the death to marry Steve himself; his sweet tooth has never been so happy."
"Okay but how is just listening to him talk about hair 'sharing a hobby', that just sounds boring." Mike says, complete with poorly done air quotes. He’s trying to mimic Eddie again but can’t get the motion quite right.
"Mike, if you grew up in a house all alone outside of when the rest of the party came over for d&d or sleepovers how would you feel?"
"Uhh great, no parents fighting, no dealing with Nancy, no having to be the only one taking care of Holly."
"For the first few weeks, sure. But what about when the silence sets in? When you're sitting alone at the dinner table for months, having to make every meal yourself. When a tornado or a storm rolls through and you're sitting in the basement wondering how long it'll take for someone to find your body, if anyone would even care to look. When you're sick and there's no one around to help you make a bowl of soup or bring you water after you threw up again. When there's no one to talk to for days on end because your friends have families and lives outside of you. How much would a conversation about anything, even the most mundane thing ever, mean to you then?"
"That's not-" Eddie cuts him off with a look and Mike hunches his shoulders. Dustin wants to go give Steve a hug right now.
As if hearing his wish the door to the basement opens and Steve walks down the steps, “Hey babe.” He says cheerfully as he presses a kiss to Eddie’s cheek.
“Hello sweetheart, class go okay?” He places his hand over Steve’s on his shoulder.
“Someone messed up the bleaching lesson horribly today, I’ll tell you about it on the way because we will be late if we don’t leave soon and I know how much you enjoy making puns out of the players names.” Also because they get skimpy with the nacho cheese at the concession stand when you’re late.
“Alright, one sec and I’ll finish packing up.” He squeezes Steve’s fingers before letting go to start scooping dice into his bag. As he’s packing his stuff away Dustin bursts out of his chair and wraps his arms around Steve hugging him tightly.
“Hey man, where’s the fire?” He chuckles lightly as he hugs Dustin back, the boy's hat is digging into his chest but he doesn’t mind.
“This weekend, would you like to go to the library? We can go read comics or something.”
Steve smiles brighter than the sun as he squeezes Dustin tighter, “Yeah Dust, that sounds great!”
“I love you Steve.” He says softly into the older boy's chest. Steve’s not sure what brought this on, maybe Eddie did something in the campaign that scared them? He’d ask later.
“Love you too kiddo, get home safe and tell your mom hi for me.” He taps the brim of Dustin’s hat fondly before letting him go and taking a step back when Eddie places a hand on his shoulder.
“Ready love?”
Steve nods and folds his arm around Eddie’s waist, he had to get his clingy affection in now before they had to pretend to be just friends at the game.
“Alright we’re off kids, ponder the lessons you have received today and prepare for combat next time.” Eddie calls over his shoulder as he and Steve head out of the basement.
#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#steve x eddie#dustin henderson#will byers#mike wheeler#lucas sinclair
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Still Here (Chapter 5)
Summary: Your mother fills you in on unexpected news about Timothée's past, and you meet his neighbors. You make a new mom friend!
A/N: Fem!reader's relationship with her mother isn't the healthiest.
Catch up on previous chapters here.
After you got home and helped Madison inside, you sent Timothée the picture of him and her together on the boat.
Thought you might like to have this.
You walked to the living room where your parents were watching TV. You collapsed onto the sofa in exhaustion.
"Did you have fun?" your mother asked.
"We had a blast. Timothée took us out to the cove on the other side of the lake to swim. He even let Maddy drive the boat on the way back."
She smiled. "It was good for both of you to get out and have some fun."
"I agree. I feel...lighter. Timothée said that his neighbors have kids around Maddy's age. One of them may even be in her grade in the fall."
"Oh, that'll be nice for her."
"I'm going to ask him to introduce us so maybe she can get to know them before the school year starts. It'll be nice if she can know at least one kid."
Your mom hesitated. "Are you- do you think you'll be hanging out more often with Timothée?"
You cocked your head to the side, confused by her question. "Well, yes. I haven't really re-connected with anybody else here yet. It just worked out that I ran into him at the grocery store. And, well...it's almost like no time has passed at all."
She nodded. "I get that. But just- just be careful with his feelings. He's such a sweet boy and he has been through a lot."
You typically appreciated how your mom rose above small-town gossip, but not in this case. "What do you mean?"
"Not my story to tell. But if he hasn't told you already, I do think you should know that his mother passed away a few years ago."
Your hand shot to your mouth to silence your gasp. "Oh no. What happened? Why didn't you tell me sooner? Like years ago when it happened?!"
"Well, you were going through your own troubles, and you and he hadn't spoken in years at that point. He had enough on his plate without an ex-girlfriend vying for attention."
"I- I could have called him. Messaged him. Offered my condolences instead of coming across as callous or obtuse. Oh, now it makes so much more sense why he said he's helping out his dad. Or the look on his face when I said to tell his parents hello from me." You clasped your hand to your forehead. You had always liked Mrs. Chalamet.
"Just...spare his feelings. You already hurt him once." She gave you her classic condescending look.
"Spare his fee- He hurt me, too, you know!" You raised your voice in return. "And I'll have you know we talked through that today. Like adults!" You got up and stormed outside to the porch swing. She has some nerve. You sat there with your arms crossed, staring out across the field, until you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.
She reminds me so much of you. She doesn't just look like you. She acts like you, too.
You smirked.
Bless her heart.
That's not a bad thing.
Don't tell her that. She'll just roll her eyes. But I get it. She wants to be her own person.
Hmm. Opinionated and stubborn. Sounds like someone I know.
She does come by it honest.
You laid your phone beside you and let out a long sigh. What am I supposed to do with the information Mom just told me? How do I even bring it up in conversation? I can't not say anything, but I also don't want to make him sad. You picked up your phone again when it buzzed.
She's a cool kid. Want me to see if my neighbors are available tomorrow to meet so she can hang out with other kids?
That would be lovely. We're free all day.
Stay tuned.
By that point you had cooled off, so you decided to go apologize to your mother for raising your voice and check on Madison. She had fallen asleep again in her room. Poor thing was tuckered out from the lake. You figured she would wake up soon to announce that she was hungry. Your phone buzzed again.
How about 6pm at the park on the square? They have church in the morning, and it's too hot to play outside in the early afternoon.
Sounds like a plan. Will you be joining us?
Nah, I'm going to just make you guess who you are supposed to meet. Of course I'm coming.
You snorted at his sarcasm.
Just curious. You know what happens when one assumes things. See you there.
I can come pick y'all up since you're on the way. No sense in three vehicles heading to the same space when two will do.
You drove us all the way out to the lake and back. Why don't you leave your truck at my parents' place and we can ride in my car.
Ok. I'll be there around 5:30.
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By 5:00pm the next day, you had changed clothes three times trying to find something cute but practical for the park. I really need to go shopping for myself at some point, you thought. Madison came into your room every five minutes to ask when Timothée was going to be there.
He was punctual and drove down the driveway at exactly 5:30. Madison beat you out the door and ran down the steps to give him a hug, which shocked you both.
"Hey there, kiddo, long time no see." He patted her on the back.
"But, I just saw you yesterday." She looked up at him in confusion.
He chuckled. You interjected quietly, "It's a figure of speech, Mads. He was being sarcastic because he did just see you yesterday."
"Ohhh."
You heard the screen door shut behind you and footsteps on the porch. Timothée stepped around the two of you and jogged up the steps to give your mother a hug and shake your dad's hand. "Mr. and Mrs. [L/N]. Good to see you."
"You, too, honey. It's been a while since I've seen you in town," your mom replied.
"Oh, well, I've been busy between the shop and taking care of my dad."
Your eyes dropped to the ground. You dragged the tip of your shoe through the dirt. The clues had been there all along; you just didn't see them. You turned to find Madison was already in the car and buckled, waiting as patiently as a 9-year-old can. You got in partially to start the car so she would have some air.
"Well, we better get going. Thanks for letting me leave my truck here," you heard Timothée say.
"Y'all have fun," your dad called out.
Your mother followed Timothée to your car. You rolled down your window and shut the door. "Did you pack some sunscreen and water?" she quizzed you, looking inside as he got in on the other side.
"Yes, Mom."
"What about snacks and extra clothes if Madison gets dirty?"
"I have all of that under control. And if I forgot something, we're a whopping 15 minutes away," you responded.
"Okay." She patted your arm that rested on the car door. "Have fun, stay out of trouble."
"Bye, Mrs. [L/N]," Timothée said sweetly as he waved.
"Bye, Nana!" Madison yelled from the back.
You looked over at Timothée as you rolled up the window. "Sorry about that."
"She cares. It's sweet. You shouldn't take it for granted," he said, looking down at his hands.
You hesitated. "Timothée, I- she told me last night about your mom. I'm so sorry. She was such a kind woman. If I had known, I would have reached out." You grabbed the hand of his closest to you and squeezed before returning yours to the steering wheel.
"Thanks, [Y/N]. I miss her a great deal, but it's getting easier with time."
All of you were silent for the rest of the drive. The nervousness of meeting new people was catching up to you. Did I upset him? Will I be able to carry on conversation with the parents without it getting awkward? Will Madison get along with the kids? you worried. You drove up to the park and spotted a family there already with three kids.
"Is that them?" you asked and nodded your head in their direction. Timothée looked up and around.
"Yep. That's Blake and Holly. The kids are Anthony, Emerie, and Bradley. Ready?"
"Yes! Let's go!" Madison interrupted before you could respond. The three of you got out of your car and crossed the parking lot. As you got closer, Madison's earlier eagerness morphed into shyness. She tucked herself against your side.
"Timothée! Over here!" you heard the woman, Holly, call out. You all walked over to the picnic table where they were gathered.
"Hey, Holly, Blake." Timothée nodded then gestured to you and Madison. "This is [Y/N] and her daughter, Madison, who I was telling you about."
"It's so nice to meet you," Holly said as you all shook hands. She bent over to eye level with Madison. "Especially you! You're 9, right?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"My Emerie is 9, too. Let's see, where is she?" Holly stood. "Kids, come over here, please," she shouted. The three children ran over to their mother. "This is Anthony. He's 11, and Bradley here is 6. And this is Emerie. Kids, this is Madison. She's Emerie's age."
Madison shyly waved. Emerie stepped up and asked, "Want to go slide with me?" Madison nodded and followed. The boys took their soccer ball out to the field to continue playing. Echoes of the girls' giggles soon filled the air.
Timothée sat beside you on the bench seat of the picnic table to watch Madison play. You looked across the table at Holly and Blake. "Thank you for meeting us here. And for letting Madison borrow the lifejacket yesterday. She had an absolute blast."
"We're happy to meet someone new! We didn't know anyone when we moved here a few years ago, so we understand what it's like to start over. Though I understand you grew up here?" Holly asked.
"I did. But I moved to California for college when I was 18 and lived there until just recently. This is a strange new world for Madison, though."
"It'll get easier for her with time. It seems like she and Emerie have hit it off quite well." Holly smiled. "She should acclimate quickly in school, too. The teachers are fantastic."
"That's so good to hear. I need to go take care of her registration paperwork soon."
"I had to do it with Anthony after we moved, if you need any help," Holly offered.
You smiled. "Thanks. I might take you up on that." The two of you continued to converse about kids, school, and life in California. It seemed promising that the two of you could become friends, too. Your first mom friend.
Madison came running over at full speed and stopped just short of the table. She leaned down with her hands on her knees as she caught her breath. "Emerie said I could come over and play sometime. Can I?" she asked through her panting.
"Well, if her parents are also okay with it." You looked over at Holly who laughed and nodded. "Then yes."
"She said yessss!" Madison yelled as she ran back to playground. All of the adults chuckled.
You looked over at Timothée and smiled. "Thank you for this," you said quietly. He said nothing, just bumped your shoulder with his. Holly looked at you with a little smirk.
As the evening came to a close, you exchanged numbers with Holly and thanked her and Blake again. You both wrangled your respective children and parted ways.
Madison talked a mile a minute on the way home about her time with Emerie and even expressed some excitement about going to a new school. Neither you nor Timothée could get a word in edgewise. Once you arrived home, you asked her to run inside and get ready for a shower while you said goodbye to Timothée.
"Mission accomplished," he said warmly as he watched the girl skip up the steps and through the front door.
"Indeed. That's the first I've heard her embrace being here for the new school year and looking forward to it. Thanks for coordinating and tagging along. I'm sure you had to be bored," you said, walking with him to his truck.
"On the contrary. I had a good time. They're good folk. And you two are cool, too." He winked, and you blushed.
"So about that dinner I mentioned yesterday. My treat this time, if you're still game. We still need to catch up about YOU." You playfully poked his chest.
"As long you let me drive. Maybe Friday? We can drive into Hartley. I know a good place, and there is something I want to show you."
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Chapter 6
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Things that ran through my head while watching this episode:
--Keh! I, the Bird Fic writer, automatically enjoy Ginko's presence. What an unabashed device she is for info-dumping. Tanjiro totally forgets about Kotetsu long to soak in the oddity of the bird being so full of contempt for him (yet she perches on Tanjiro's shoulder anyway--what a perfectly condescending crow). Keh! When this came out my friend and I had so much imitating her. Keh!
--When it comes to noticing foils, Tanjiro essentially tried to repeat what he did when he saw Genya abusing a child, but was shocked by how he was no where close to breaking Muichiro's bone, let alone injuring him at all. Tanjiro did a lot of talking with his hands here--first trying to intervene, then defending Nezuko (which he actually did get a reaction out of Muichiro), and finally that "no, no key for you!" bratty slap on the hand. And that bratty slap is so cute. XD I love that Tanjiro is so conflicted with "Yes, but you deserve scolding!! I cannot quite figure out why, you need to be scolded!" So different from his usual to-the-point brotherly scolding. Muichiro is an enigma to him.
--This is going slightly off topic, but I appreciate how Kimetsu Academy dives into subtle aspects of the characters, like Muichiro being so callous. It's not just a matter of amnesia, he really is just like that and he's unaware of it, even though his desire to help people--and prioritization of that--makes him good at heart. Although he takes pleasure in being a jerk to Gyokko, to anyone else, he's just cuttingly straightforward, memories or not. Yuichiro might have influence how deep he cuts, but the straightforwardness was always his own.
--I like how Tanjiro's progression is compared somewhat realistically against the Pillars. Yes, he gets much stronger fighting Yoriichi Type Zero, but it takes him much longer to evade the strikes that Muichiro did so with ease; and Muichiro already decreased the difficulty level by damaging the doll. Likewise with Pillars vs. Upper Moons, I like how Rengoku Alone vs. Upper Three shows how outmatched even Pillars usually are, Uzui + a lot of help + Tanjiro's mark unlocked vs. Upper Six shows how hard they had to scrape by to get that accomplishment (and Uzui considered himself less talented than a Pillar like Muichiro in the first place), Muichiro The Genius + a mark thanks to Tanjiro vs. Upper Five, Mitsuri + lots of help (including from Tanjiro who has a mark and already has gained experience fighting Upper Six) + a mark thanks to Tanjiro vs. Upper Four is all set up as believable progression that the ongoing success of the Corp vs. the Upper Moons truly is thanks to the full Corp's efforts thus far.
--Which brings me to what Tanjiro says to Kotetsu about how he may not see an end to Kibutsuji Muzan in his lifetime, but he has to entrust that will to everyone else in the Corp. T H I S. This is what I love about Kimetsu no Yaiba and about Tanjiro as the hero.
--Backing up a second and appreciating other Corp (and Corp adjacent) contributions, Yoriichi. We know he made an immeasurable contribution by teaching Breath technique, and eventually, that his techniques passed down by the Kamado family eventually contribute heavily to Muzan's defeat. It makes me curious how and when Yoriichi Type Zero was made--was it while Yoriichi was a Corp member, and he was embarrassed about it but accepted it as a means of teaching, and he had Kotetsu's ancestor follow him around like an observing puppy? Was it after Yoriichi was ousted and the Corp was near extinguished with Kokushibo going after the Oyakata-sama of that day and such, and an old Yoriichi fanboy made it out of a perceived need to replace what was lost? Anyway, what I especially thought during the episode was "Ufotable sure played around with the background music sounds for Yoriichi Type Zero---ohhhhh, I wonder if this is just the first iteration of a Yoriichi leitmotif???"
--Wait, wait, backing up more. I remember what I really wanted to say: The true testament to Muichiro's skill is that somehow his hair never gets chopped off.
--Ok, so Kotetsu-kun.
--As a character, he leaves the deepest impression for his ruthless training and spitting fire. At his core, though, Kotetsu is just a scared kid who has lost a family member he looked up to, and with his lack of skill, he kind of knows that his family legacy is going to end with him because he can't uphold it.
--I WANT SO MUCH FOR HE AND SENJURO TO BECOME PENPALS
--Tanjiro, please, introduce them
--While it's easy to look most as extreme cases like Kanao and Muichiro getting Tanjiro'd and having it fundamentally shake them to their core and change their whole outlook on life, Kotetsu is also somebody who got Tanjiro'd in one very monumental interaction. Ok, almost everybody gets that moment with Tanjiro, I know, but for Kotetsu, that was a conversation he will probably carry with him for the rest of his life. It gave him the strength to overcome his feelings of inadequacy and bravely face that he has a daunting mission, he might not even accomplish. I'm just so proud of him for declaring that he's going to emotionally prepare himself to see the damage, and even though it's a shock, he's able to overcome it.
--But also, he is just a kid who tends to think in extreme kid ways, and now Muichiro is the scum of the earth. It's also a very funny spin on the mean little boxing coach trope, because usually when a shonen hero encounters a new master at this point in their shonen style hero's journey, that master far exceeds them in ability, experience, and especially understanding of how to tap into whatever power it is that the hero is trying to acquire or master.
--Nope. In this case, Tanjiro acquires the new and improved smelling technique exactly because his new master understands nothing (except for analyzing battle movements) and just brutalized him because that is the simplistic way a child (who does not practice martial arts) would think to push a martial artist to new heights.
--Tanjiro could have died, whether beaten to death, slashed with a sword, or simply dehydrated, and it would have been because he was following the instructions of a child who had no qualifications whatsoever to train him.
--Tanjiro... why
--And all this time!! All this time, what about the hospitable people in the village? Were they not at all concerned what Tanjiro was missing for days? If anybody did see them, were they not alarmed about Tanjiro being on the brink of death from lack of sustenance? Did Kotetsu make jaunts back into the village to grab food for himself and be like, "oh, yeah, Tanjiro? I'm letting him train with Yoriichi Type Zero, because he's going to kick that Pillar's ass."
--Nezuko, were you asleep this whole time???? While your brother??? ALMOST DIED??????
--It's endearing to know that Haganezuka has spent this whole time training as well. We know how full of passion he is, though it usually comes out in anger or fascination for swords, but he's just as open with his happy feelings. The way he looked at that mitarashi dango? That he probably how he looks when he replays Tanjiro's words in his head. You got Tanjiro'd, man.
--But you know what I really love to picture??? Genya and Muichiro. They have been here that would time. Like, it might even have been right after Muichiro finished training with Yoriichi Type Zero that Kanamori even started on a sword for him (knowing how fast they go, after all, though that's a pretty extreme turnaround time). Did Genya and Muichiro hang out? I want so much to think that they hung out silently in the bath. It's like 50 First Dates because Muichiro keeps forgetting who Genya is. Except sometimes he remembers, which takes Genya by total surprise because he yelled at Muichiro and didn't think he'd remember or something. Because the reason Genya stays at the village so long is because Muichiro breaks his other arm or something.
--Anyway, a final thing to note--it's not very often we get to see Tanjiro in a tense daytime battle! It's so refreshing to see his battle expressions under bright sunlight! Especially has he is, in some way, learning from Sun Breath techniques.
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I have never gotten along with my mom, and as the years go by, I’ve never had much hope of reconciliation. Lately, I’ve felt so defeated because I can’t see any light at the end of the tunnel and I just don’t know what to do at this point. I’m thirty-four, my mother is eighty-two, my siblings are all grown and I feel like our family is crumbling from the inside out. I have this fear that my mom will die and I will never have truly known her and vice versa.
"Pt. 2 She hates me and my siblings and I don’t know why. She identifies as a Christian and there are aspects of her life that mimic Christ-like behavior, but she shows no natural affection or love for my siblings and myself. She never has; her love has been conditional from my first memories as a pre-schooler. I never trusted her, I never bonded with her. I only knew fear, shame and confusion from the beginning.
Pt. 3 Last fall, she told me she was “praying for my Downfall” and justified it by saying David prayed against his enemies. I was left wondering when exactly I became her enemy and not her child. It hurt me greatly but it also scared me and confused me on an emotional level I’ve never felt before. I deal with chronic pain and sometimes, I’m down for weeks on end. I began to wonder if she took pleasure in those times I was sick and if we felt vindicated by my pain. It really got to me.
Pt. 4 I’m at the end of my rope. We have had multiple meetings with her pastor but she has since cut him off and stopped going to that church. She’s moved to a church that doesn’t know me or my siblings and I think this is because she feels the less they know me, the more she can easily control the narrative.
Pt. 5 My heart is so hurt over trauma that has happened in the past and has been the foundation of our relationship but no matter what, she maintains the opinion and believe that I was 100% deserving of her treatment and that she should have gone farther than she did. When she says this, I break inside because it is as if my pain is nothing to her and her answer is to say she should have inflicted even more pain on me as a child."
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I am so sorry for this great pain you have experienced. I am so sorry. Parent relationships can be difficult at times, especially through the teen years and adult years depending on the health of the relationship and if the parent remains controlling, negative, and/or condescending. I am sorry you have experienced all three. A child should not be hurt by their parent in this way of inflicting willful pain. Parents will instill discipline and form to their parenting that can seem tough at times for sure, but it is for the love of the child and not to be a joy to see your child hurt. I am so sorry. She must have some deep wounds herself, but she is getting older and may go see the Lord soon if she is saved (I don't know, it sounds like there is no fruit of the Spirit there, but I do not know for sure the status of anyone's ultimate salvation and things could yet change even on her "deathbed"). I would pray for her and her salvation/walk with the Lord, not speak too much to her in the sense of not opening opportunities for further hurt for you and for her to lash out and/or be condescending/negative to you, and I do believe biblically we are to honor our parents but that does not mean we have to be under their thumb as adults or gloss over glaring hurts taking place. I find speaking less to people who are willfully hurtful/inflict pain on others as a bit of a gain for themselves, is helpful. To honor her by praying for her and being there for her as appropriately needed, but to know you are an adult separate from her now and making your own choices and under the headship of Jesus Christ and your family is the body of Christ. May the Lord be with you and comfort your heart this evening, may you sleep well, and may you find relief in Scripture and in your walk with the Lord as your identity superseding all human relationships. I recommend listening to Jon Thurlow on YouTube, his set called "I Understand" and "He Feels it All".
Hugs,
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this is the longest post ever but here is (about a third of) my Foundations analysis!
“Get up, coward” is the thesis statement and the most important line of the entire song, and I believe that the other lyrics (specifically the first and third choruses) are intentionally misleading and almost antithetical. (the second chorus I’m still keeping in a separate cage in my mind because I have my own interpretation of that one that I haven’t worked into this theory yet)
When Foundations was first released, I remember how we were all going crazy about the use of water imagery in this song, how it sounded so different from how MCR has traditionally used water as a metaphor in the past. It sounds like a departure from the norm, but I would like to argue that it isn’t. In past MCR songs that use water as a metaphor, it’s always presented as a violent, all-consuming force (frequently paired with imagery of drowning etc.), so of course, upon first listen, Foundations sounds very different. Water in this song is presented gently; peacefully. Instead of being dragged under a raging swell of ocean, you’re being washed away; you’re feeding a river. It sounds almost inviting. This gentleness, I would argue, is used to lull the listener into a sense of complacency. It makes you forget that you’re still heading towards Extinction. Giving in to the water in Foundations isn’t peaceful, it’s resigned. It’s rolling over and accepting your fate. The only difference between drowning and letting yourself be washed away is that this time you didn’t put up a fight.
And now, if you keep in mind that these choruses are meant to be misleading, it lends a saccharine, almost condescending tone to some of the other lines. One thing that kept catching my attention as I started my breakdown of the lyrics is the use of “passing faith” as opposed to “passing phase” which I had originally heard. Something about it just sounded wrong, and that’s because a “passing faith” is an oxymoron, it contradicts itself. A “phase” is meant to be passing; a “faith”, on the other hand, is something that should be long-held and fought-for. To call someone's beliefs a “passing faith” would be extremely insulting to the person as well as the ideas themselves. It should sound, frankly, shameful. But, due to the gentle tone of the surrounding lines, it comes off as placating. "May your ashes feed the river" says “just lay down, we forgive you. it's ok to just give up".
A through-line of many an MCR song, as well as a core tenet of the band’s philosophy itself, is “keep fighting”, and I think Foundations is no different. Something I think a lot of people misunderstand about Foundations is that “laying in the foundations of decay” is not a good thing! Being comfortable is not always good. Comfort also means stasis; if you’re comfortable you’re not growing or changing. Accepting your fate, “welcoming your extinction”, is antithetical to the song's message of change and regrowth against all odds. Which is where “Get up, coward!” comes in!
To repeat something I said in an earlier post: You don’t GET to lay down, you don’t GET to be comfortable and complacent, you don’t GET to resist change. You CAN’T. You have to fix your heart, you have to keep growing and regrowing. Keep fighting. This is what “Get up, coward” means, and this is the point of The Foundations of Decay.
#please lmk what y'all think this has not been peer reviewed lmao#anyway this was super fun and i hope it makes sense at all#long post#mcr#mcr lyric meta#foundations of decay
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send “ ☜ + canon scene ” to have me write it from my muse’s pov
@forthewinn asked: ☜ + the scene in the red!k episode in Kara's apartment
“ Hello sister. ” From across the shadow - cast kitchen, the pointed insurgence of Kara’s voice almost seemed to cleave a complaisant gauge through the lightless expanse of the apartment; A jab of a neat, roweling greeting, the edges of which bristled an irascible shiver up the uneasily - craned vertebrae of Alex’s neck.
The breath she drew in was almost as sharp, like the eggshells she’d committed to treading on, the cold bite of the grip of her gun against her supporting palm as she lowered it. Wielding a weapon in any capacity was nothing shy of unthinkable. Because, loitering by the floor - to - ceiling glass, obscured in throat - to - ankle black, wasn’t some phantasmal, haunting mirage of Astra, but her little sister; And despite the shift in her demeanour, Kara was still bulletproof. Kara was still stronger than any terrestrial weapon. Corrupted or not, Kara was still the sinew that strung Alex’s Achilles heel.
And the way she stared at her now was more condescending — more derisive, so much colder — than it had ever been.
“ Look. I picked out my own outfit,” she’d needled, the souring acridity of her jibe enough to make Alex shift unsteadily in her boots. “ — Without any fashion advice from you. All those years you pushed those dowdy sweaters and skirts on me. Trying to cloak my beauty so I don’t outshine yours. ”
When Kara moved, it was whip sharp, faster than Alex’s jaw could unclench, faster than the knot in her gut could re - adjust to the fresh bullet - spray of astringent acrimony that seemed to find its way through her skin.
In the blazing blink of an eye, the flare of an open flame sputtered into being, consuming every knit sweater and argyll shirt in its path. In an instant, the sear of it lit the room in its amber glow — but it wasn’t the smoke that constricted Alex’s throat like a fist around it. Instead, it was the laugh Kara let loose: a gleeful, hollow sound that erupted at the immediate glint of alarm in Alex’s eyes, at the way she darted to snatch the extinguisher from under the kitchen sink. It was the devil - may - care manner in which she simply looked on that roiled Alex’s insides.
“ Kara, ” she extended, as if testing waters she’d never traversed; A measured, cautious warning. “ This isn’t you. ”
The gelid abrasion in Kara’s rebuke still laboured to convince her otherwise. “ I’m more me than I’ve ever been. “
“ Please, just listen, ” she hurled back, a paper thin plea. Where Kara swayed into a goading pace, Alex followed. Had she kept a tighter leash on Maxwell Lord, she might never have stumbled on the degraded, synthetic poison that pulsated like vines up the side of her neck. They wouldn’t be here; And Alex wouldn’t be armed with the order to subdue national city’s fallen hero by any means necessary. “ You were exposed to red kryptonite. It’s — it’s altered your brain. You’re not seeing clearly. ”
For an inconsequential moment, Kara stilled, and Alex suppressed a bodily flinch.
“ I see clearly, ” came the concurrent blow, the next barrage of untempered brutality that no tac vest or sheen of a bulletproof shield could deflect. “ I see how you’ve always been jealous of me. You didn’t want me to come out as Supergirl because you didn’t want me to own my powers. ”
Any denial Alex tried to voice — any verbalisation of well - founded repudiation, any reason as to what made that so wrong, so utterly misaligned from the mountain of her sepulchered insecurities — wedged itself into her throat. “ I can fly. ” Those three short, grimace - clipped syllables hinged on a snarl, quiet, reveling. “ I can catch bullets with my bare hands. And that makes you feel worthless. ”
“ No, ” Alex countered, though the structure of her rebuttal quivered, tensed on the heart - sunken exit. “ No, I’m proud of you. ”
She was, and deep down, she always had been; but to some twisted degree, there was some raw, agonising truth to Kara’s reckoning. That, in the shadow of her glaring light, Alex was less than. That in the span of a heartbeat, without her sister’s Kryptonian strength, her invulnerability, anything that had ever made her special had lost every inch of its meaning. That Kara had always been the life - giving sun to her not - always - diligently orbiting Earth, the one variable that had changed the trajectory of her life. But she’d let that go with the suffocating void dad’s death had left behind in Midvale, with the sticky club floors and the stack of unopened mail ringed with viscid, stale beer in an apartment that was no longer hers. It was behind them now.
Before Alex could so much as flail for an argument, anything to soften the incessantly recurrent blow, Kara broke through her steadying inhale with a scoff that crushed her just the same.
“ When you couldn’t stop me from being Supergirl, you got me to work for you. To retain some control, ” she’d jabbed back. “ Those days are so over. I am finally free of you. ”
When Kara made to round on the open window, Alex broached a meticulously - strode step behind her. There was no letting her go like this: not into the compact density of downtown. Not when one wild swing was all she’d need to level a city block. But she wouldn’t. She couldn’t, because she was better than that, even if she’d pried apart Alex’s raw, re - opened wounds.
“ Kara, ” she pushed, steel - cable tense, the urgency in her appeal futile against Kara’s derision. “ Just... just listen to yourself. ”
“ Cut the big sister act, Alex, ” came the scathing salt in the wound. “ We have never been sisters. We don’t share blood. And you know what the sad truth is? Without me, you have no life. And that kills you. ”
Kara’s accusation was a serrated dagger point, a sharpened blade slipped into a tender spot between Alex’s ribs with the aim of drawing blood, of cutting through to the bone. The successive bite of her final condemnation — “ Deep down, you hate me, and that’s why you killed my aunt ” — provided the last push, and eased the proverbial knife edge all the way through to the hilt, welling a spring of tears behind her lashes.
Old wounds, she knew, had the propensity to heal. So did old grudges, entrenched in warped misunderstanding and teen - aged self doubt. The cruel, unencumbered specter of disdain toying at the corners of Kara’s lips stung far worse.
“ You know what they say. The truth hurts. ”
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You didn’t do all this. You don’t have to take responsibility for your abuser’s actions. You never chose it. None of us would ever choose it. You have survived the only way you knew how. You have been working SO hard to keep fighting, to keep surviving. The blame is not yours to carry. You have kept yourself going to this point, to the place where you feel like you might be able to reach deeper than you ever imagined you could and fight a bit more. My god, you should not have to fight. This isn’t a hand you should have been dealt. It’s cruel, it’s unfair. I see you doing your very best with all you can.
It sounds trite and condescending, but I’m proud of you. I feel like I’m starting to hear your voice, after all these years. The voice beneath the ways you are surviving. The voice of the child who needed and never had her needs met, wasn’t kept safe when she absolutely should have been. I want to hear more of her.
I too hope you survive your anorexia, I understand the fear. I wish I could promise you that you will, but we both know it doesn’t work that way. But I will hope and pray for you with all I have. I’ve been in the place where I wasn’t sure my body will hold out long enough. I’m still not sure it will. But it’s worth taking the chance, and I can see that you are, even though it leaves you raw and vulnerable and so afraid. I believe you have the power to work through the trauma.
I know no words can ever be enough. I know that first hand. I see you though. I see you and I hope for you every day, and I believe in you and have faith in a future where you may know a freedom from this torture.
I know this was written back in the winter. I read it then and kept it close. Exactly what I needed to hear. I felt too humbled to respond, I knew my words wouldn't be enough.yo express my gratitude a d how much this means. I still can't. But I don't want this to go without acknowledgement and I need reminders all the time that I'm not to blame because in my heart I despise that little girl and think she's disgusting. I wish I could cut her out of me and so often and just co sumed by violent urges to torture that girl i was. I hope to one day if not feel compassion for her, than at least be a le to coexist, because that's the only way of surviving in this body.
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I just can’t fucking believe this wtf. That’s what we get for choosing to believe in Merula and give her yet another chance for the millionth time. I was having my MC date her but I’m breaking up with her as soon as I open up the game again, I’m not dating a traitor and a fucking kidnapper. Poor Corey… I hate this shit so much.
Hmm, at this moment I'm trying to figure out a way to phrase the current thought in my head without coming across as condescending. Because my immediate reaction to everyone expressing similar sentiments to you, the "My expectations were low but holy shit, Merula" crowd...my immediate thought is...you guys didn't see this coming? Which sounds so lofty when I say it aloud like that, but I don't mean it in that tone. I just can't think of a better way to say it at the moment.
Anyway, my point being that...yeah, I think this was always going to happen. Merula's friendly behavior, ever since the beginning of this year...it was always too good to be true. Not only that but she didn't confess her double agent status until MC confronted her (which they did well after making it very clear that they knew, thus giving her time to prepare her story) and when she did confess? She lied to our faces. It wasn't even a good lie, and if MC didn't have the brains of a baby niffler, they'd have caught the lie by now. But they didn't. For all of these reasons, I saw another betrayal coming. There's no way that we've already seen the peak of Merula's character arc, no way. That's going to be much bigger. It's going to be everything that the Draco fans wanted from their Slytherin boi but did not get. At least, that's what I'm expecting.
Merula is the heart of this story. I know a number of players aren't happy about this, but she really is. And saving her is at the heart of this story too. It goes all the way back to the climactic choice players can make at the end of Year 1. And I wouldn't be surprised if that choice gets referenced in the chapters to come. I wouldn't be surprised if rescuing Merula (or perhaps choosing not to, and suffering whatever consequences may come as a result) will be central to the story as we gear up for the grand finale. Because Merula, and her emotional journey, are and have always been tied at the seam to MC's own character arc. That's not even me saying it should be that way or that she's a worthy character to have such relevance (Though as a Merula stan, I do feel that way) I'm just observing the game's story so far and making predictions on where it will go.
It's just...it's been clear to me for a while that Merula's character arc will intersect with the game's climax, I've suspected it will for a long time. If that's true, then her mind can't be made up just yet. She's still conflicted. And therefore, still has the potential to betray us.
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Mr. Steal Your Heart⏐Lee Hyunjae
Who knew those eyes of his could hold so much?
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"could you be any more beautiful?"
In this very moment, Hyunjae was right in front of you. Face only millimeters apart from yours. Chest on chest. He was backing you up with every step he took. Eyes looking into you.
You bat your eyes, looking at him beneath your eyelashes. Pouting ever so slightly you ask, "and what do you mean by that?" A tinge of faux innocence in your voice.
The tick of his eyebrow implied that he was amused by your behavior. He shined his canines through a smile, "you know very well what I mean"
"no I don't think I do"
It was fun messing with Hyunjae this way. He always ended up getting frazzled and whiny.
But maybe not this time.
His steps became more calculated, placing his hand on your waist. He just continues to stare into your eyes, and you felt them splitting your soul apart. It continues for a while and from the visible gulp at your throat and shifting of your shoulders, he knows he has you backed into a corner.
Figuratively and literally.
The points of your shoulders were pushed against adjacent sides of the walls and your head was cradled into a corner. Mainly because your boyfriend decided to take up all the space possible.
He tilts his head at you, observing your expression. Then he opens his mouth to speak. "who's my pretty girl?" His voice dripping with honey.
For a split second, adoration crossed your face, but you don't want to give in too easily. "hmm idk why don't you ask one of your hoes?"
He snorts and turns his head away from you, unamused by your response to say the least. An impish grin lands on his face, and his gaze turns back to you. He leans in closer, if that were even possible, his breath hitting the shell of your ear. They touch your ear, "y/n..."
For such a minuscule thing to say, every ounce of air was sucked into your lungs. How condescending he sounded. It was that strict playful tone that implied that he would always get to you, have his power over you. To put you in your place.
His lips slid to your cheek, kissing your skin, till he broke contact and you opened your eyes to see him looking into your eyes again. It didn't even occur to you that your eyes were closed.
Lifting a hand to your cheek, he thumbs the apples of your cheeks, being more tender than usual. A stark contrast to caging you into a corner dare you say, you couldn't help but find it comical. You nestled your cheek into the palm of his hand.
"who's my pretty girl?", he asks again. There's that gentle, tender voice. This time when he looked at you, you felt more than what was intended. He may be looking at your eyes, but it's a lot more than just that. You know it.
"me"
"yes, you are." Hyunjae guides your lips to his, and closes his lips over yours. Stealing a kiss and your heart along with it as well.
#im so soft#smut next aha#hyunjae fluff#lee hyunjae fluff#tbz fluff#the boyz fluff#hyunjae scenarios#hyunjae imagines#hyunjae angst#the boyz imagines#the boyz scenarios#the boyz angst#tbz imagines#tbz scenarios#tbz angst#lee hyunjae scenarios#lee hyunjae imagines#lee hyunjae angst#lee hyunjae x reader#the boyz hyunjae imagines#the boyz hyunjae scenarios#the boyz hyunjae fluff#the boyz hyunjae#lee jaehyun#lee hyunjae
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The Spark That Split the Seas - Poseidon x Reader x Thor
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Hey guys I’m back! I’ve been grinding hard for a new character that I’d gotten in this game, Genshin Impact, so I’m sorry for the absence! Anyways, as always, I want to thank you all for the support on my past two stories and on my account, I truly appreciate every one of you! On a story-related note, since I’d mentioned on my previous post that I had a lot of Poseidon x Reader x Thor fics written in my drafts, I decided to post one so you guys could also join me in the feels! Any feedback would be appreciated! This was originally shorter than the final story you’re seeing now, as I’d first only written their dialogues, but as usual, I excitedly itched into making a story out of it!
This is for entertainment only. Record of Ragnarok belongs to Shinya Umemura, Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.
The Spark That Split the Seas
Poseidon x Reader x Thor
For more than all the millennia the gods and other species alike had known the lonely kingdom of Atlantis, never once did the crashing waves gave way to the chirping of the largest Albatrosses until now. Otherworldly flying creatures joined with the familiar exclusively earthly ones in enjoying the ebb and flow of the ocean, albeit this time, the hungry ocean appeared more satiated and seemed to follow a regular pattern ‘from sudden crash to a long calm, to crash again then back to another lengthy calm;’ life in the sea rejoiced in this odd occurrence.
Beautiful yellow sun rays poured through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope pattern on the large interiors of the kingdom ruled by the god of the seas, and catching the reflection of his nonchalant visage. The long, elegant dining table filled with every kind of seafood delectable imaginable also fell victim to the light, along with a figure that sat down opposite, whose invitation was clear.
Hidden from this heavenly atmosphere were the prying eyes of a little messenger bird who stood unobtrusively behind one of the tall pillars near the far end of the room, halting his slide just in time to witness this miracle:
The living bearer of the most fearsome title, the ruler of both this grandiose palace of the most precious gems and coral and all the oceans and waters, the almighty Poseidon, though against all reason and self-proved authority whatsoever, against the epics of Greek poets, was indulged, seemingly willingly, in the pleasure of having another’s company. In the shadows, Hermes’ red eyes shot wide open in shock.
Poseidon, the ever abrupt and rude god who had deemed most beings to be below him, received a guest, a still breathing one at that.
What in the gods’ name?
In a tone of haughty contempt, a grunt escaped from Poseidon’s lips. Finishing chewing the last bite of delicious food in your mouth, you nodded your head in earnest agreement with his point. Your next words were uttered with the firmness of an old sage who had all the answers, your beliefs shaped by the countless lifetimes you had lived.
“Existing is painful.” Your shoulders bobbed with your chuckle.
Although Poseidon felt a small measure of relief−a feeling that by habit had always been easy to brush-off with a condescending thought, his face betrayed nothing as his stoic features remained still. “If you agree, then why not allow me to kill you this instant?” As if to emphasize his strength, the crashing sound of dreadful combat between waves and rocks rang in the air, and you almost wished that a low rumble of thunder accompanied it, finding beauty in its loud peals, and additionally giving a volume of inspiration to Michelangelo below.
Despite your gaze being unrequited, you were sure you had the god’s attention. Since arriving here, Poseidon noted that your expression had always been smoothed into a calm, smiling one. “If you had intended to kill me, we would not be having this conversation right now.”
Poseidon sat rigid and silent.
“It’s a comfortingly tragic drama, my circle of life. I may not have been lucky to acquire a life as long as that of the gods, but I have definitely lived more times than you have.” Your words were so nonchalant, for a second there Poseidon thought you were kidding.
“That is for the simple fact that you mortals are weak, pathetic.” Lips as pink as young petunias touched the clear edge of the wine glass as Poseidon’s eyes closed, content to give over to listen.
“Yes, we are.” You paused. “But because of this frailty, we learned to adapt, evolve.”
“There is no need for evolution if you are perfect from the moment of conception. Hence why gods such as I, will always be above you.”
“You’re correct. Humans will never become gods after all,” Again, Poseidon found himself absorbing your words like a sponge. At the same time, he experienced an occasional sharp prick at the edge of his emotions, as if signaling him to pull back. “The same as gods will never become like humans.”
“Extremely foolish of you to think that trash is worthy of the shiniest Orichalcum. Your race has been created by us, for us, and will therefore always be inferior.”
“Humans are inferior in all aspects, this, is a fact. It is hence no accident that there is a history of rebellion and consequently, a false notion of superiority. But to be able to look beyond this, is to understand that we never truly intended to surpass animals nor the gods themselves. The nature of our desire: everything was meant for either survival or man’s search for meaning.
“We are by nature flawed and inconsistent creatures. And as you have no doubt seen for yourself as well, despite reaching all our goals, achieving our wildest dreams, we have never reached a position where satisfaction is achieved.” Keenness made your words sound almost heroic. There was a twinkle in your eye and a lilt in your voice, and Poseidon found that now he had a much clearer picture of your reputation for an irrepressible desire to see what is beyond your reach as you questioned: “If I may ask, as I have seen the gods share this sentiment of looking for meaning, do you feel an inkling of the same?”
When Poseidon had put the wine glass down, he hesitated a moment, his supposedly closed mind wavering between doubt and certainty. He would never come to understand this, nor admit to feeling this dissonance, but at last, he shook his head at his consideration, trying to reduce the unpleasantness he felt by the same way he had always used to get out of extremely rare difficulties.
“Do not disrespect me, mortal.” He knew himself that it was an empty threat.
“Those were never my intentions.” You bowed with great respect, but there was at the same time apparent in your manner the consciousness that while Poseidon would never in any way confirm your statement, he did not necessarily refute it. Your heart rose in gratitude as you regarded him with a look of affection, believing in your intellectual companionship.
“Lord Poseidon, as the fearsome god of the seas, what is the meaning of life for you?” The god surveyed your reflection in one of the golden plates, and maybe it was because he had acted in a charitable way towards you, but he saw brightness, a refreshing difference, as if there were no heavy shackles to weigh you down.
“My husband has always been in search of a worthy opponent. What about you?”
It was like a pin came dangerously close to the rational bubble of Poseidon’s beliefs. But then your words penetrated his mind, and he berated himself for almost falling prey, yet…
“Perfection.” Poseidon blurted out loud, full of self-indulgence, but uncomfortable with the thought of pity reeking from his pores, a role that was clearly uncharacteristic of him.
Tilting your head, your brows meshed inquisitively upon hearing this. “This presents the conundrum; you are already perfect, as should all the gods. Since you have explained, gods have always been pristine, perfect, the moment you all were born.
“So, if you have already achieved the meaning and purpose of your life, what is there left to live for?” There was something entrancing in your guileless form, and Poseidon was displeased that another should feel such an interest in your wise, unguarded character. “And if gods have already reached perfection, why is there an endeavor still for the dross of earth?”
For the first time in Poseidon’s life, he was receptive of contraries. Not one single time, had he ever been in the position where he listened, much more considered the act of interpretation. What he said goes, but for some frustrating reason, he was coming to terms of mutual respect; whenever he was sitting opposite you, chin in hand, the more he caught the flame.
Quickly, he stopped that train of thought and he seamed his mouth, stoic. Only his eyes betrayed a spark of defiance. “Stop asking ridiculous questions.”
Again, you bowed. “I apologize if I have overstepped such boundaries.”
“You better be.” With a look of eager inquiry, Poseidon asked, “Why are you not afraid of me? Is it because you are confident Thor would protect you?” One thing that distressed him was that the more he was alone with you, the more he saw your hands, always ungloved, noticed the wedding-ring on your finger. That closed circle excluded him, his face registering the insult. “As expected from a repulsive weakling,”
“No. I know he would be there for me whenever I should need him, and also the times when I don’t.” You said still a smile on your mouth.
Although you were unaware of the eagle eyes that were watching your every move, you had the instinct. You did not need all the information, and you had nothing to hide. Your shoulders were loose, back wasn’t ramrod straight and you exuded a carefree attitude. “The sole reason why my fears have dissipated is because perhaps, I enjoy your conversation.”
To say this whole exchange took Hermes by surprise would be an understatement. After the initial expression of shock, he laughed lowly.
You continued, “I have already accepted your beliefs. No one is entitled to those except yourself.
“If I were to die from imparting what my beliefs are, that is simply fate, a tragedy, but nonetheless, fate. Of course, I would try my best to avoid disappearing from this lifetime, seeing as I have made a promise with my husband, to continue to fight for my life, shall needed, until the very end.” Poseidon’s grip tightened the slightest bit.
“I believe that despite our obvious differences, we are simply two being who each have our own unique experiences that shape our views and beliefs. For hundreds of millennia, I’d seen calamity from all angles; mainly conflicts over a universal truth,
“But so long as there are questions, there will never be one solid concrete truth. And I’m okay with that.” You concluded.
Compliments never rolled off Poseidon’s tongue easily, since in his view they were nothing but hollow words. But this time, he could hardly slip a word in bad taste. He thought it pleasant to hear you, but it could not distract him from the uninvited presence in his throne room.
“You’re a heretic.” His usual strong voice beckoned your attention, discerning the sternness on the table of his expression to be forced. No matter, you had just enough of a last glimpse to see his face looking younger in repose.
“I have been labeled as such.” You noticed the unique rhythm of the crashing waves seemed to have settled along the sand grains, and you admitted it was so beautiful and timeless.
“You’re dismissed.” Poseidon believed in being straightforward with affairs. Since the conversation has ended, the final interchange of words was not likely to be a substantive one. Though this was his original reason, the face at the forefront of his mind right now was not yours but Hermes’.
You stood up and curtsied to show your gratitude. “Very well. It was splendid to be in your company this afternoon.”
Blue eyes followed you as you began walking away, and he watched you until you went out of sight when you began to ascend the Skíðblaðnir, a ship so completely reserved only for you by the Kingdom of the Norse. Then Poseidon’s ears turned toward the messenger’s direction.
Hermes quickly dashed to Poseidon and knelt to greet him with such a great respect akin to the expectations all elderly gods have always expected of their younger ones.
“We gods are perfect beings from the very start; therefore, we do not plot schemes nor engage in disagreements.” The implication registered with a jolt, and Hermes felt his mouth open as the real reason for your invitation became clear. He fought the urge to look at where Adamas had died brutally as a lowlife, not failing to recognize that this was the exact opposite of that faded history.
Finding quiet when Hermes immediately left, the god of the seas stared at his dominion, taking deep breaths of the air, not feeling the normal icy sting carried by the ocean. Over again he dwelt upon in his conversations with you, interested to find out if the Norse god of thunder had been able to sustain a similar type of conversation.
The very first quiver of interest sparked through Poseidon and though he did not recognize it nor perceived it, he understood the most important things, the only ones he ever needed to:
You did not seek validation nor attention. You had no fear of death, neither of the hardships of life.
Your depths of wisdom were unparalleled throughout the realms, which he would comment on its wasted potential, however, he knew Hermes already understood that part of it.
And the god of messenger did, as the word got around slowly but surely:
“There would always be those who dare to brave the ocean’s roar, but there was only one who withstood it.”
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moan in their ear prank with bnha boys 🎵
navi | taglist | masterlist
all characters aged up!
characters: kirishima, bakugo, hawks & dabi
content warning: heavy sexual references, swearing, choking - minors dni
eijiro kirishima
♡ you were just sitting next to kirishima on couch and then the idea just popped into your head so you just leaned in and..did it
♡ i mean, y’all were in the privacy of your own home and you decided against filming it so what was the worst that could happen ?
♡ he faltered and his eyes popped out of their sockets for a moment-
♡ but then he was like..no...my precious, innocent, sweet, angel s/o would NEVER moan in my ear like that...i must’ve just misheard them
♡ so he felt really bad for a second for mishearing what you said as a moan so he’d turn to look at you with a trembling jaw like, ‘uh- what was that, babe?’
♡ RETRGFYUIKJH mans just gave you permission to lean in and do it again !!!
♡ so you did
♡ and this time his heart literally skipped a beat bc in his mind he just realised that...oh, my precious, innocent, sweet, angel s/o would moan in my ear like we’re in a porno
♡ he wasn’t ready to accept that fact yet though so he finally choked out his final inquiry, ‘is there something wrong with your throat, baby? do you want me to get you some soothers?’
♡ although that may seem like a kind, caring offer, the sinister and condescending tone in his voice suggested otherwise - he literally just wanted you to tell him that you didn’t moan in his ear like a hoe....
♡ ‘there’s nothing wrong with my throat, kiri.’ you couldn’t help but sigh at how oblivious he was acting, ‘do you want me to do it again?~’ you cooed upon noticing his eyebrows furrowing slowly.
♡ as much as kirishima wanted to pound you till you’re crying for flustering him like that, he forced himself to suppress said urges and instead just crack a honeyed smile, ‘maybe save those beautiful sounds for bed, hm?’
katsuki bakugo
♡ geez you must have some balls if you are willing to try this prank on bakugo
♡ but you don’t even bother try record it bc you know that your phone will be blown to smithereens
♡ plus, his reaction is for your entertainment only :)
♡ so you approach him at his desk while he is doing paperwork and ruffle his hair like you usually do before leaning down to his ear - except this time, instead muttering something supportive like ‘your doing such a good job, baby’ or ‘shall i cut you some fruit?’, you just moan in the most pornographic way possible
♡ the pen he was holding exploded and ink went every where
♡ he literally just stared into the void for a moment to process what just happened before turning to you and barking profanities, ‘what the fuck was that?! are we living in a porno now?! how damaged is your tiny, little pea br--’
♡ honestly, he wasn’t even mad at you for the action of moaning
♡ he was just mad that you were able to incite a reaction from him - that you were clearly amused by - and how said reaction leaded to him breaking his favourite pen and getting ink all over himself, the wall and the documents he was working on
♡ at this point, you kinda zoned him out until he nudged your shoulder, asking if you were even listening to him, to which you responded, ‘you’re so rude, bakugo. it was just a little prank. it’s not my fault that you have pen-breaking issues.’
♡ RGFDDTYHGH that only made it worse
♡ not only did you have the audacity to moan in his ear like you were some slut, but now you were calling him by his second name as if y’all haven’t been married for the last two years! like bitch- that’s your second name too now!
♡ you swiftly turned around to leave the room in a huff (to get a cloth in order to clean the mess bakugo made) but he made the mistake of grabbing your shoulder and spinning you around so you could lay your eyes on his bright red face and throbbing erection
♡ ‘who the fuck are you calling ‘bakugo’?! why the hell did i pay for an expensive ass ring if you’re just going to call me ‘bakug--HEY STOP STARING AT MY DICK WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?’
♡ anyway *cue rough angry sex*
♡ also y’all are both rich asf so the ink on the walls weren’t really a problem- you just said fuck it and bought a new house
hawks
♡ y’all prank each other all the time tbh so he’s developed somewhat of an immunity by now
♡ toothpaste oreos he literally smelt it out
♡ when you said another guys’ name in bed he simply fucked you silly till you couldn’t talk anymore <3
♡ and the ‘you could’ve been nicer to me today’ thing, he literally just flipped you of bc hE KNEW IT WAS A PRANK ><
♡ however, he has to admit, you really got him with this one 😳
♡ partially bc he thought you had retired form trying to prank him due to your past failed attempts so this one really came out of no where and caught him off-guard
♡ which was exactly your plan from the beginning 😈
♡ so you were just sitting across from him at the dinner table, (except he was the only one eating - you just liked to accompany him) scrolling when a tiktok popped up of a girl trying the prank on her girlfriend and you knew it must’ve been a sign from god that you NEED to do this prank on him
♡ so you got up from your chair and casually walked by him to head to your bedroom but not without leaning in to moan in his ear first
♡ BUT OBVIOUSLY YOU DID NOT THINK IT THROUGH BC HE WAS EATING CHICKEN NUGGETS AND HE STARTED COUGHING AND SPLUTTERING ALL OVER THE PLACE AND AT FIRST YOU THOUGHT IT WAS FROM SHOCK BUT THEN YOU NOTICED HE WAS LITERALLY CHOKING
♡ luckily your support course education came in handy and you successfully performed the heimlich maneuver on him
♡ bitch he was scarred for life after that
♡ he heard the sounds of an angel ring in his ear and he wasn’t sure if that was you or the ones from heaven that he was boutta meet
♡ he just kinda just that there are stared into the void like ◉_◉ for an hour after that tbh
♡ revaluating ALL his life choices
♡ and you thought it was best to just...leave him be
♡ but anyway once his little crisis was over he blew your back out lol ✨💗
dabi
♡ he’s the only one that’d be chill about it tgfgfhujhnvb
♡ you probably had the idea lingering at the back of your mind and just decided to try it out today bc yk why tf not
♡ so you crept up behind him while he was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone and just did the most anime girl moan you could muster
♡ he’d maybe chuckle if your anime girl impression was pretty accurate but besides that he’d just be like ‘eh, what was that? are you horny? bc you know if you’re horny i’m going to do something about it.’
♡ any excuse to smash
♡ he’d do it on the LOV couch as well he really has no shame
♡ though on the outside he may look like :/ on the inside he is definitely :)
♡ just bc he is like ‘awh my bbg is actually being forward for once, good for them’
♡ and if you are not dtf or pretend then he’ll literally be so confused like ???huh????why would you moan then???? like how dare you???? you did this...for what????
♡ ugh fine he’ll take your cuddles instead 🙄 it’s not like he really really likes them and adores the way your hair smells or anything
♡ but if you let him hit then like tell shiggy that you won't be able to do any villain work in advance bc you won't be able to walk properly for a week after that
♡ he ain’t holding back this time either bc you’re clearly desperate for him
#bnha x you#bnha x reader#bakugou x reader#dabi smut#hawks x gender neutral reader#kirishima headcanon#hawks imagine#katsuki bakugo imagine#dabi imagine#hawks headcanons#hawks x y/n#bakugou imagine#bakugou x you#kirishima fluff#kirishima smut#kirishima x reader#kirishima x gender neutral reader#bakugo fluff#hawks x you#dabi my hero academia#👾nsfw
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We Will See (Prince Caspian x You Fic.)
requested: by @lovecatystuff Hi! Could you write something with Caspian and arranged marriage, when both of them didn't want it at the beginning but later he see how caring and lovely she is, please? Thank you in advance! 💜💜💜
warnings: angst, arranged marriage, the reader (you) has a terrible father, mentions of violence, implying of rape, almost violence, we defeat sexist idiots here, miraz is a jerk, slowburn.
word count: 5005
a/n: i sincelery hope you like it caty because you are so cute and deserve to be happy. i’m so excited to share it with you! (｡♡‿♡｡)
my masterlist is not here because you know, i broke it.
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The first time you saw Caspian, you were sure that you hated him. First of all, he was so spoiled, because he was the prince of a strong empire. He was also conceited. He didn't even greet you. And you could tell he was doing his best not to look at you.
While your father and Miraz were discussing how this marriage would be and its benefits, you and Caspian just sit there. No one asked you what you thought, if you wanted to get married, if you liked each other. You felt like a worthless and pathetic animal waiting to be sold to its new owner. You wanted to cry and escape from that room, that castle and get lost. You wanted to be alone for the rest of your life because you were sick of your greedy father and sacrificing yourself for his benefits.
“My Lord,” You heard your father speaking. “I'm sure this marriage will make both of us stronger than we already are.”
Miraz nodded; there was an evil smile on his face.
“You know she will stay here,” He spoke. “Is she good and obedient? I don't want a bride who is a rebel in my castle.”
Your father had a little flashback about you. You fighting with a sword, showing up in the castle covered in mud, the time you bit a man's hand because he was trying to stop you from fighting, you yelling at your father because he didn't allow you to go outside, the time you fell into a hole with your horse while you were training.
“She is absolutely obedient, my Lord.” Your father said. You tried so hard not to smile. “She will not cause you any problems.”
Miraz looked at you; there was something in his eyes that made you so uncomfortable. But you didn't look away, answered his eyes and stared at him until he felt annoyed and turned his head.
“Then, let the preparations begin!” Miraz shouted.
Your father signified you to come with his hand. When you stood up to go, Caspian did the same.
“May I talk with you before you leave, Princess Y/N?”
You didn't ask your father for permission on purpose. He beat you and forced to you to get married no matter how hard you tried to fight back and stop him. Now, you were determined to turn his life into a ceaseless torture.
“Yes, of course.” You replied him. Honestly, you were surprised that he condescended to talk to you.
“I think it will be better if we can talk alone. Would it be okay for you to go out?”
“I'd like to go outside.”
Your father grunted angrily and intended to stop you but Miraz stopped him.
“We should let young lovers talk.”
When you were finally outside, Caspian stopped in the middle of the garden.
“Thank you for accepting my offer, Princess Y/N.” Caspian started to speak. “I know you do not want to get married with me. I totally understand that, we've just met and maybe you have someone else in your heart, or maybe you just do not like marriage.” He cleared his throat. “What I'm saying is although we both do not want this marriage; I think we should try to enjoy it. I do not expect you to love me and I can't love you suddenly but if we try to be friends, things may be easier and bearable. What do you think?”
You didn't like him, that was a fact, but his words offended you somehow. Especially when he said bearable, you felt very offended. Were you ugly or not enough for him? Were you a person who was annoying and unbearable? You didn't do anything wrong in the short time he saw you. Why did he use such words then?
“Yes, Prince Caspian, I do not want to get married to someone like you and I will do whatever it takes to stop this marriage.”
He seemed angry. “You cannot stop it now. They've already decided. We are getting married, no matter we like it or not.”
“I can stop it!” You raised your voice. “And I will!”
He rolled his eyes. “Could you stop your father when he first informed you about the marriage?”
Your answer was silence.
“That's what I thought.” He took a short breath. “I know you are angry and sad. I feel the same things. You are not the only one who is forced to marry. If we can respect each other and become friends, we can at least have a good time despite their evil intentions.”
“No,” Your voice shook. “I will stop my father. I will try harder.” When you felt your tears coming, you turned around and left Caspian there.
Caspian was sure that he hated you. Although it was the first time he saw you, he thought you were unbearable and about to turn his life into a nightmare.
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It had been a month since you and your father left Miraz's castle. During this time, you kept fighting with your father and objecting this marriage but he was determined and strong.
He punished you, made you stay in the dungeons for a week, locked you in your room and let you out only when tailors came to prepare your wedding dress.
You felt nothing but unhappiness. Sometimes you weren't even there, people talked to you but you didn't hear. You were unhappy, sad and broken because you felt like nothing, no one. You opinions weren't important, your voice wasn't heard. You didn't want this marriage because your mother and father's marriage was also arranged and your mother suffered because of your father for her whole life. You were scared to have the same fate.
However, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop your father and your wedding day came. You, your father and the maids travelled to Miraz's castle the night before the wedding.
The maids helped you get dressed, they did your hair, put some scent on your body, and you were ready to go.
Your father was with you during the ceremony. He escorted you until you arrived to the dais and Caspian held your hand.
Your dress was dark red; you noticed Caspian's cape was the same colour. He wore black trousers and boots, his shirt was also black.
You made your marriage vows but both of you kept it short and simple.
Caspian had managed to convince his uncle not to have a ball after the wedding. Miraz accepted because he didn't care about your wedding at all and he didn't want to deal with people.
When you were informed that there wouldn't be a ball last night, you were glad. You didn't want to want to dance with him and pretend to like him.
Therefore, after ceremony ended, Caspian and you went to your room. The place you would stay for the rest of your life. You hated every step you took and every single minute you walked. Caspian was holding your hand until you arrived to the room. It was a matter of form.
He opened the door and waited for you to go inside.
You were scared. What if he wanted to make... It? Would he hurt you if you said no? You had no weapon with you because your father made sure you didn't take any. You could fight with him with bare hands but what if he had a weapon? Your heart was beating so fast and your legs felt numb. You entered the room and just stood. You didn't know what to do.
But when you turned and looked at him as he closed the door, you realized he seemed nervous.
“So...” He said in a low voice. “We have to be here tonight, to make others believe in our marriage. Will you just sit and pout or would you like to talk with me? My books are there,” He pointed the right side of the room with his finger. “I mean if you like reading history.”
He was not going to hurt you. You took a short breath in relief. You felt all your muscles relaxing and that numb feeling leaving your body.
“I love history.” You replied him. You tried to sound friendly. He was right, you had to stay in the room until morning and maybe spending time with him wouldn't be so bad?
He took a step towards you, meanwhile you stepped back reflexively. He frowned.
“I know we do not know each other yet. The first thing I need you to know about me is I will never hurt you. I am not a violent person; you don't need to fear me.”
You just nodded.
“Is there anything you need me to know?”
“You should fear me.” You said and he laughed.
“Why?”
“I am an excellent fighter.” You were really proud of yourself. “There is no man I can't beat in a sword fight.”
“Oh, okay, Princess Y/N is fierce.” He had a smile on his face which made him look very friendly and warm. “Would you like to fight with me at dawn?”
“Of course.”
He extended his hand. You took and shook it. You looked at each other for a few minutes, without breaking the handshake.
“History,” You said when you realized you'd been holding his hand. “Books. Could you please show me your books?”
“Please,” He pulled the chair behind the desk for you. “Be my guest, Princess Y/N.”
You smiled as you sit.
“What do you like to read?”
“I read anything I find.” You replied. “But my favorite subjest is Narnia tales.”
He seemed suprised. “Do you know about them?”
“Of course I do. My mother used to tell me their stories. Kings and Queens of old, I am very fond of them.”
“Talking about Narnia is forbidden here.” Caspian said. “My uncle doesn't like Narnians.”
“So how do you know?”
“I have a professor. He teaches me. Wait a second.”
He turned his back to you and started to search something in his bookshelves. One wall of the room was used as a bookcase. He took a book from the back of the shelf. He brought the book and put it to the desk.
“May I sit?”
“Yes, yes please.” You moved a little when he sat to the chair next to yours.
He opened a page. “Here is one of their pictures.” He explained. His voice was confident and excited. You could tell how interested he was in Narnia. “This is High King Peter, this is King Edmund, this is Queen Susan and this is Queen Lucy.”
You nodded as you looked at the picture. “It is very beautiful.” You'd never seen their pictures before. “Do you know Mr. Tumnus?”
“No, I have never heard this name before.”
“Oh, he was an satyr and Queen Lucy's friend. They say when she first came to Narnia, Mr. Tumnus saw her and welcomed her in.”
“Who else do you know?”
And you talked about Narnia, Kings and Queens, fairytales, your favorite stories and heroes, what might have happened to Narnians. You chatted about yourselves too. Your childhood, your training stories, what you liked to do, what your favourite food was.
He wasn’t that bad, actually, he wasn’t bad at all. Communicating with him was easy, he was friendly and talkative. He smiled frequently and was always careful, never got closer to you before asking.
You thought maybe he was right after all. You were married now and neither he nor you could rise against your father or Miraz. Maybe things would be better if you started trying to be friends with him.
That's why you were nice to him whole night. You let him see the true you, the funny, nice, kind and lively you. And he liked that side of you. He hoped you'd never stop being like that because he hated to see you upset and broken. The day when you talked in the garden was a nightmare for him. You seemed so unhappy, so tired and upset and he felt the same things. The look inside your eyes broke his heart, which was already damaged.
Because when his uncle told him he'd get married, Caspian was so scared. He was too young to be married. He had dreams, wishes, and plans in his head. He was going to be a seafarer and search for Narnians. But this marriage would mean to stay inside of the kingdom and with his future wife. He hated that thought. However he still hoped his chosen wife would be someone easygoing so that even though he wouldn't love her, he could still have good time with her and try to make her happy.
That hope was destroyed by you when he tried to talk with you. He was disappointed and sure that his life would be a disaster from now on. He thought you'd make his life a torture for him.
Spending time with you, however, changed his thoughts. He realized you were nice and easygoing when you wanted to be. You were funny and very wise. Every story you told him and each new information you gave him about Narnians amazed him and he felt so glad that you knew and liked Narnia. He loved the way you told stories, with a big excitement and admiration, because he felt the same things when he talked about Narnian stories. Sharing his feelings with you made him feel so good.
You fell asleep after a while. The whole day was overwhelming and you were really tired, therefore you couldn't stop yourself.
Meanwhile Caspian was trying to find a book about astrology. When he finally found the book, he turned his face to the desk and saw you sleeping. Your arms were on the desk and you put your head on your arms. He couldn't help but smile. But then he realized he couldn't let you sleep on the desk. He put the book randomly to a shelf and approached to you silently.
“Y/N,” He told your name in a calm voice. “Princess Y/N, you should wake up.”
He tried to wake you up a few more times but you were in a deep sleep.
“Okay.” He muttered and sat next to you.
He couldn't sleep though. He sat there with you until you woke up at dawn. He read some books, thought about his day, and sometimes watched you.
He honestly felt happy because you two managed to be friends.
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After three weeks had passed since the day you and Caspian got married, your public duties started. The first one was to visit the market place and observe the economic situation of the people and listen to their problems. You were really excited because you liked to talk with people and also you wanted to feel useful. Sitting inside the castle all day and spending most of your time with Caspian were getting boring.
Honestly, spending time with him was actually good. Waking up at dawn and fighting until you both were tired became your tradition. Caspian taught you how to use arrow and bow; in return, you taught him how to fight with a dagger. After fighting, you came to your room and took bath respectively. If there was any meeting, you and he participated together because Miraz demanded you to make this marriage seem believable, therefore outside of your room, you were always together. You had to hold hands sometimes but besides that, it was alright. When you spent time together in your room, you read, studied with Proffesor, just chatted together; you drew and he watched you, you watched him as he played the piano. At night, you slept in the same bed but you kept the distance.
However, all of those activities made you feel selfish because you were now the princess of Telmarines and your duty was to serve them and meet their needs.
When you finally arrived to the marketplace, you walked arm in arm. He was very thoughtful; he helped you with your dress, pulling it gently so that you didn’t step on it. He held your hand while you were getting out of your carriage.
You couldn’t tell if he was excited or not until he started talking with people. You saw that people loved him and he was very fond of them. He knew their names and he was so kind. He was very good at talking with children and he was so soft and cute with babies. He introduced you as his wife many times, which made you feel weird but somehow good.
He watched you as you talked with people. He was surprised because you were very nice to everyone. You were polite and your manners clearly showed that you cared about all of the people. Several women gave you flowers or something they cooked or baked. His eyes were on you as you ate food you were given and thanked and praised each woman. He’d seen princesses who didn’t even accept food from people. A boy wanted to give you a flower crown and you crouched down for him to put the crown on your head. Caspian found himself smiling while watching you. He realized you weren’t a person like he’d assumed. He let his prejudice form an opinion about you, which was something he shouldn’t have done. He judged you with your one and only mistake and realizing that made him feel very angry at himself.
He took a deep breath to get rid of his thoughts. He firstly needed to do his duty. Later, he could apologize to you.
You spent almost four hours in the market place, however neither of you realized how much time had passed when your driver and one of your guards (you insisted that you didn’t want them but you couldn’t stop Miraz) informed you about the time and told you it was time to leave.
Caspian and you discussed everything people told you, their problems, how to solve them, how to help people. The problem was actually very clear: They were sick of paying taxes as they knew their money was only spent for the armies of the lords who did nothing to help them.
As soon as you arrived to the castle, you went to Miraz’s room to discuss it with him. He was a strong lord and if you could get his support, others would probably listen to you.
Caspian was with you when you entered the room. He was right behind you but he was silent. He wanted you to be the one to solve this problem and win the hearts and minds of people.
However when you explain the situation to Miraz, he said ‘’No.’’ without hesitation. You were shocked because you really thought he would want to help you.
You frowned. ‘’How can you say no? They are our people, we must help them.’’
‘’Their taxes protect them.’’ Miraz looked very determined.
‘’There is no war at this moment. I think we can abate the taxes.’’
‘’Princess,’’ Miraz said in a insulting manner. ‘’You shouldn’t puzzle your brains with such problems. Go and do ordinary princess things. Comb your hair, sing, kiss your husband or whatever. This is not your business.’’
He made you angry, more than you can describe in words. You wished you could punch him but you managed to be calm somehow.
‘’My ordinary princess things are my actual responsibilities towards our people. And it is not your decision to make. It concerns all of the lords, therefore we will take it to the council.’’
‘’You will not.’’
You looked at his angry eyes with determination and stubbornness. ‘’You cannot patronize me. I have every right to discuss it with the council. Who do you think you are? The king?’’
He raised his hand against you however Caspian captured it before you or Miraz could do anything.
‘’Don’t even think about it, uncle.’’ He said in a low voice, gritting his teeth.
It was the first time you saw him angry and you could honestly say that he looked dangerous.
‘’She is right.’’ Caspian continued. ‘’We will take this to the council and you are not the king, you cannot stop me or her. The council will decide what to do.’’
He let go of Miraz’s hand but his face didn’t change. ‘’You wanted to bring her to this castle and make her our princess. You have to respect everything she says and does because like it or not, she is our princess and I think what she is doing is amazing and very right.’’
After hearing Caspian’s talking in that tone and manner, you understood why he was a prince and the next king. At that moment, he was not just a young and inexperienced prince, he was a strong king and he knew how to rule a kingdom, in that case, people. He was made to be king and realizing this made you feel proud of him. You also appreciated him and how he stood up for you.
‘’Come.’’ He said to you and together, you left the room. Caspian directly went to the council room and demanded a meeting.
You explained the situation and needs of the people. Caspian supported you and made sure that everyone knew that you weren’t alone. Some of the lords didn’t want to abate the taxes while some of them supported you.
It was debated in the council for two days, you and Caspian never gave up the cause. At the end of the second day, lords announced that they agreed to abate the taxes and spend their economic sources to help and support the people. General Glozelle supported you extremely. You thought he supported you just to annoy Miraz but you were still thankful.
You and he were in your room after everything was over. You felt really tired after talking, discussing and arguing for two days but the satisfaction of beating Miraz was worth it.
‘’Princess Y/N,’’ Caspian said. ‘’I really appreciate what you achieved. My uncle doesn’t even let his wife to be a council member but you defeated him very elegantly and successfully.’’
You smiled at his compliments. ‘’Thank you,’’ You said. ‘’But I think I would lose without your help. Thank you for standing up for me and your support.’’
‘’With such a determination like yours, I think you would beat my uncle and council without me.’’
You smiled proudly. ‘’Thanks. My father says I got it from my mother.’’
‘’May I?’’ He asked as he stood up close to the bed.
‘’Yes, please.’’ You made room for him. ‘’And you don’t have ask every time. Also you can call me just Y/N. You don’t need to add princess.’’
‘’Oh, so, are you starting to like me, Y/N?’’ He asked jokingly.
‘’I thought we became friends.’’ You looked at him. ‘’Didn’t we?’’
‘’Yes, yes we did. We are friends.’’ His voice was low and he wasn’t looking at you.
‘’Is there any problem?’’ You felt worried. Had you done something wrong?
‘’No, just...’’ He breathed out as he rubbed his nasal bridge. ‘’Yes, there is a problem and you’ll hate me when I tell you.’’
‘’I won’t hate you.’’ You got closer to him. ‘’I know I was really rude to you at first but believe me, it changed. Please tell me. I’m sure we can solve the problem together.’’
‘’I tried really hard not to do this but I couldn’t stop myself. How could I? You know about Narnians, you love history as much as I do, you are an amazing fighter, you are brilliant, lovely, caring and very stubborn.’’
You were confused. Yes, you were flattered but what did his words mean?
‘’Caspian-‘’
‘’I like you. Not as a friend. As a... When I introduce you as my wife to people, I feel good.’’
You couldn’t say anything. The only thing you did was to give a short and shaky breath. You were totally shocked because you never thought he’d like you. You had been mean to him and you were distant. Honestly, you thought he hated you or didn’t like you. You assumed he was just trying to be nice and was putting up with you. But his words vanished all of your prejudices because he sounded very sincere and serious. The way he complemented you and the last thing he said... You felt good, that was for sure, but you didn’t know how you felt about him. Did you like him? You’d never considered this, maybe because you were determined not to like him or maybe because you were sure he wouldn’t like you.
‘’Caspian, I really don’t know what to say. But I don’t hate you, I never did and I never will. You’ve been so good to me, more than I deserve. You are so nice, kind, thoughtful and caring. I am really thankful to you. However I am not sure about my feelings. I never thought we would like each other.’’
He nodded silently. ‘’It’s alright.’’ He said. ‘’I don’t and can’t expect you to like me suddenly.’’
‘’It’s not because you are an unlikable person.’’ He looked at you as you continued. ‘’It’s because I was sure that you would never like me.’’
‘’So... What will happen now?’’
You smiled at him. It was a warm and sincere smile. ‘’We will see.’’
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‘’I’m beginning to think you are doing magic.’’ Caspian said while he was looking at the second arrow you shot which pierced the little red circle on the target board.
You laughed. ‘’I wish I could but, no, it is the result of practicing too much.’’
He took the arrows from the board and brought them to you.
‘’You’ve improved so much. I feel very unneeded while I’m standing here.’’
‘’I think you should be proud. You are my teacher after all.’’
‘’You are a brilliant student.’’ He said, smiling. ‘’However, I think if put your leg like this,’’ He put his right leg a bit further than where yours were. ‘’It will be better.’’
You did as he told. ‘’Is it okay?’’
‘’Yes, and you should raise your arm higher.’’
You did that too.
‘’Just a little- Can I show you?’’
‘’Yes of course.’’
‘’Okay, now,’’ He took a step towards your back. ‘’Your elbow should be like this,’’ He spoke while he put his hand to your elbow and pushed it up softly. ‘’And it would be better if your arm,’’ His hand were on your arm now, his touch was so gentle. You felt that his fingertips were burning part of your skin which wasn’t covered with arm-guard.
You tried to ignore his touch and focus on what he was telling but you failed. You felt like a candle slowly melting because of the fire. You woke up to the fact that you wanted to melt. For him.
‘’Y/N,’’ You finally heard his voice. ‘’Are you alright?’’
‘’Yes, I am.’’ You took a short breath and lowered your hands and bow. ‘’I’m sorry, I just...’’ You turned your head back and looked at his face. ‘’Can I ask you something?’’
‘’You can.’’
He looked very worried and you loved it. He was very caring during all this time you spent together. He was also so thoughtful. Whenever you frowned a little, he immediately asked if you were okay. He always made sure that there was water on your night table. He always helped you when your dress caused you problems.
‘’Do you still like me, Caspian?’’ You asked very nervously.
He licked his lips before talking. ‘’Yes, I do. More and more day by day, actually.’’
You smiled when you heard his answer. ‘’Then, I have some news for you.’’
He raised his eyebrows, there was a little smile on his face. ‘’I am listening very carefully.’’
‘’Prince Caspian,’’ You said and took a deep breath. ‘’I think I like you.’’
His smile got bigger and bigger and you heard him laughing. ‘’Really?’’
You nodded. You were smiling too. Saying your feelings out and loud made you feel very relaxed, as if a heavy burden was taken off your chest.
‘’How?’’ He asked.
‘’Am I supposed to give you an alphabetic list?’’ You shrugged your shoulders. ‘’It just happened but I think it was inevitable.’’
His dark brown eyes were shining. ‘’It feels like I am in a dream.’’
‘’Does it mean you dream about me?’’ You asked jokingly.
You realized he was taking you into your arms. You let him because you needed to be in his arms, feel his touch and body heat.
‘’Sometimes.’’ He said. ‘’Don’t you?’’
‘’Sometimes.’’ You copied him. It made him laugh.
‘’Can I kiss you right now, Princess Y/N?’’
‘’Yes, yes you can, Prince Caspian.’’
You dropped the bow when his lips touched yours. All of your muscles relaxed, you felt like you would fall to the ground but thankfully his hands were on your waist, holding you tight.
His lips were soft, his kiss was passionate. You could almost taste his desire and you absolutely loved it. Being loved and wanted by him felt like you were over the moon.
He was the one to break the kiss and look at your face very carefully. He liked it when he saw your red lips.
He was looking at you carefully, as if he was trying to understand whether you were real or not. You noticed that he really couldn’t believe you liked him.
‘’I like you.’’ You needed to say it again so that he could believe.
He took your hands into his and brought them closer to his lips, then kissed your hands. You bit your lower lip, it was your soft spot.
‘’I like you too, so much.’’ He managed to say before you grabbed his face and kissed him.
#prince caspian#prince caspian fic#prince caspian imagine#prince caspian x reader#Caspian#caspian x reader#caspian imagine#narnia#The Chronicles of Narnia#TheChroniclesOfNarnia#narnia fanfiction#NARNIA FIC
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@sage-striaton replied to your post:
Idk how people can say Frontier has characters that lack depth. Imo it’s a very psychological season. The whole adventure thing is aimed to making them grown in their behaviours and feelings, it’s a big metaphor of their development
I’m sorry for hijacking your response to my post to segue this into another rant of mine, but I want to emphasize that one of my goals with this blog (if I can be said to have any) is that I really, really, really want people to re-examine whether they actually believe in the rhetoric that’s been dominating this fanbase for two decades, or whether there’s more to it. This is especially in regards to the fact that we’re talking a series deliberately written in such a way that it’ll change meaning and nuance as you get older, so it can “grow up” with you in a sense, and yet it seems like -- especially in regards to Adventure through Frontier, due to their position as the oldest series that the majority of the fanbase was elementary or preteen age during -- people are still regurgitating the same rehashed twenty-year-old ideas like they’re undeniable law. It’s one thing if they’re saying it because the series didn’t sit well with them the first time and they don’t want to watch it again, but we’re reaching a recurring problem where it’s sort of “brainwashing” even people who don’t actually believe it but feel compelled to go along with it, or wouldn’t feel that way if it weren’t for peer pressure. Obviously, there are dissenting opinions, and ones that are even very loud about that, but that pressure remains.
The mainstream opinion in the fanbase is that Adventure is untouchable and impervious to any criticism, 02 is its inferior sequel with half-baked characters, Tamers is an auteur work that’s the “deepest” of the original tetralogy due to being dark, and Frontier is devoid of much substance at all. Even those who don’t really believe in this will still be pressured to go alongside it, those who like 02 or Frontier will be pressured to consider it a “guilty pleasure”, and it’s only very recently when certain events revealed that the idea of 02 actually having quite its own fervent and passionate fanbase that likes it on its own merits became properly recognized. (I have actually noticed a huge uptick in 02 fans, especially casual ones, being more shameless in talking about liking it in the last two years; you’re still going to get the obnoxious person “reminding” you how bad it apparently is if you bring it up, but it’s not nearly as prevalent as it used to be.) I’m not talking about whether something is a “good” or “bad” series -- that concept doesn’t really exist to me as much as whether it’s “to one’s tastes” or not, and I think one of the joys of this franchise is that it has things that cater to people with vastly different preferences -- as much as a lot of potential for analysis and intimate thought about these very fascinating series. Even if 02 and Frontier were as shallow or half-baked as they were accused of, I wouldn’t think it’d be shameful to like them for one’s own reasons anyway, but what frustrates me is that I just don’t think that’s true in the first place!!
Not helping is that there’s still a refusal among the fanbase to admit that there were substantial differences in American English dubbing (especially in regards to Adventure and 02), which I don’t mean as a bad thing in the sense that some people prefer to stick only with that dub and consider that version what they want to work with, but in the sense that the treatment of them as “the same thing” has been horribly detrimental when two people, one coming from that dub and one coming from the Japanese version (or a dub more closely based on it), will end up often having an argument doomed to go nowhere because they were never talking about the same thing to begin with. Recently, a friend admitted to me that although they’d switched to the Japanese version a long time ago, they still couldn’t get the image of Daisuke and Takeru having an inherently hostile relationship (they don’t) out of their head due to the influence of that dub, and although they consciously knew better -- at least enough to admit this to me -- it wasn’t helped by the fact that the fanbase itself continues to reinforce this image because of how normalized it is to treat the dub version and the Japanese version as “virtually the same” and for Western fanbase discourse to assume you should be projecting those takes into the Japanese version. If you’re hanging out in English-speaking circles but are working from the Japanese version or a dub directly based off of it, you do actually have to filter out a lot of takes you’re hearing because they won’t actually apply to the version you’re watching, but not a lot of people realize this.
All four of Adventure through Frontier share tons of key staff, especially Seki, known for her focus on wanting the kids in the audience to be able to empathize with and relate to the characters on screen. All four share some of the best character work I’ve seen not only in this franchise, but also in kids’ media in general, and I also stress that a lot of this has a ton of nuance that isn’t always apparent unless you read between the lines. I do understand that a lot of this probably went over our heads as kids, and I won’t say that the choice to execute it this way should be impervious to criticism, but nevertheless, I think it’s important to call attention to the fact it is there, and much of it becomes recognizable once you see it that way; for instance, so much of "it's contradictory character writing!" comes from the fact that the series tries to represent humans in their inconsistent, messy ways, and while it'll feel "messy" from a writing trope perspective, when you think about it as "since this person has this mentality, does it make sense to approach this with this mindset?", suddenly it becomes very consistent. The supposedly “shallow” 02 and Frontier characters will act in ways that match existing psychological profiles meant for actual humans to terrifying degrees, in ways that you might actually recognize even better once you’ve hit adulthood and start intimately understanding things like depression or anxiety in ways you might not have before. Shockingly, “having heart, important themes, and kindness towards the human condition” are completely valid reasons to uplift a creative work in ways distinct from technical writing or cerebrality or how many tropes they subvert or whatever.
On the flip side, people praise Adventure and Tamers for being the naturally “superior” works with better writing, but when it comes to talking about why the writing is supposedly better, a good chunk of the reasons stated don’t actually explain anything substantial, or go back to actually being passive-aggressive dunks on the other series in some form -- it’s because 02 and Frontier’s character writing sucks that badly, or because Adventure had the “best plot” (which may be true if by “best” you mean “easiest to understand”, but that doesn’t mean much to someone who might not be very happy about how its story progression is just a boss rush), or because Tamers is the “deepest” when by “deep” they actually mean “cerebral, dark, and unsubtle about it” without any further meaning (as if Adventure and 02 were idealistic series that never went into anything nuanced and not, say, the fact they went very viciously deep into societal issues between parents and children, psychological horror, and intimate takes on the human condition). I’m personally saying this as someone who does think Adventure and Tamers have a lot to praise in terms of their approaches to realism and the unique aspects each bring to the table, and I feel that people like this are doing them more of a disservice by not bothering to uplift them for any reason that isn’t actually just inherently condescending. I mean, even taking this outside of the original tetralogy for a bit, when I was plugging Appmon earlier, there’s a reason I focused more on its theme and character writing and the use of “dark” writing to convey its sheer range, rather than trying to boil it down to a shallow “it looks cheery but gets really messed up later!”, which is unfortunately an argument I’ve been seeing about it lately.
In the end, when I write my meta, I write it "making a case" for my point of view, and I welcome others to disagree, but if you disagree, I really hope it'll be because you personally disagree, and not because the entire fanbase has been saying otherwise for twenty years and I sound like a radical. I’m not saying that everyone’s consensus takes are completely unfounded, but frankly speaking, this fanbase has some really bad takes, and in the past few years I’ve found it freeing to not only “say what you feel without worrying what others think”, but actually go out of my way to outright try and purge all the preconceived notions and pick only the ones I agree with because I actually agree with them. I encourage you to do it too! And if you do, you might find things about something you like that you didn’t realize before.
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False Love-
Rating: ❌ 18+, Explicit ❌
Pairing- Timeskip! Yandere Oikawa Tooru x fem reader
Word count- 1.8 K
Warnings- Aphrodisiacs, fingering, dub-con, vaginal sex, Oikawa is delusional and sad.
A/n: This is my fic for the Valentine's day Collab that @ultimate-astridwriting hosted. I hope I was able to live up to their expectations (ᗒᗩᗕ).
Roaming around the busy streets of Palermo, ginormous heart shaped props occupying the narrow lane paints Oikawa's vision in scarlet. Love is in the air, as they say, was quite literally true for the beautiful city of Argentina.
In the midst of giggling couples and warm twinkling lights, the annoyed click of his tongue gets drowned out; Unnoticed ;making him recognise his own solitude.
Normally he'd have hoards of girls vying for his attention, trying to take him to their place but maybe it was because of his age, or the mountain of experience with the momentary flings that made him want to search for something deeper.
He used to be fine with superficiality of his relationships, the repeated cycle of getting himself off of any faceless women who came onto him then forgetting her existence the next day was fulfilling in itself. Afterall, his career has always taken priority.
Though the last remaining brain cells of his body tries to rationalise the situation he is getting himself in, Oikawa had already decided what kind of connection he wanted and and was just going to let himself have that. Selfishness is not something he ever disliked anyway.
He felt no need to hide his disdain, Oikawa wasn't one to be subtle about his pettiness either, that's why the contrasting emotions of his own, clashing with the jubilant ones of his surrounding annoyed him to no end.
The chocolates wrapped up neatly in his hand felt heavy, causing his fingers to tremble slightly. It wasn't the weight of the box but what he intended to do with the said item that made his insides twist with excitement.
Yes. It was excitement. Happiness and pure bliss that he felt when he rang the doorbell of your modest appartment in the costal side of the city. Despite having the sea right next to your place, the cold February air still made you shiver as you opened the door to see Oikawa standing at your doorsteps, all smiles with a dash of extra in his typical 'hand on the hip' pose.
Surprised wouldn't even being to describe your current state of shock. You spend the next few seconds just starting at his ever confident form before his voice brings you back to your senses.
" Yooohooo~ babe, I'm sure I don't look 'that' good. I just finished with practice so my hair's probably a mess right now", he continued on with his cheery tone,
" Come on, It's not like you have anyone else to spend Valentine's with, so why not just let me in already and look", dangling the expensive looking bag in front of your eyes, his expression took on a slightly sinister turn in their features, the kind that went away as soon as they appeared not leaving any trace of its original condescending vibes.
" I made these chocolates for you", emphasizing on the made part he stares right into your eyes, as if waiting for his well earned praise. Heaving a sigh of defeat you release the door know you didn't knew you had in a death grip, opening the door completely in a gesture to usher him inside.
Oikawa quickly makes himself at home, plopping down on your couch with his long legs stretched.
This was the first time you had seen him after the rejection of the high in demand position of his girlfriend. The face he made when you turned him down was of utter disbelief so much so that you almost reconsidered your decision. But you weren't that wishy washy in your opinions and his was a type you made sure to ignore.
You were aware of his salty personality and the habit of holding grudges, so you thought after that fateful day he'd ignore you like the plague, but for all his arrogance Oikawa's face was the epitome of gleeful.
" Soooo", starting off with an awkward note you casually try to sit on the furthest arm chair from the couch Oikawa was currently occupying and tried to ask what exactly was he expecting out of his current visit but he quickly cut you off by his own booming voice.
" Before all that, why don't you try these?", Pointing to the chocolates he starts unwrapping them, as he pulls the decorative ribbon, two rows of brown, heart shaped delicacies appeared.
"Don't be shy, I made these for you afterall", he remarked, pushing the box on your side of the table.
You didn't think much of it, afterall, 'making' chocolates just means buying store bought ones and just melting them into different shapes right?
Popping one small cube in your mouth you let it dissolve, your taste buds filling up with the sweetness of the treat. Just as it finished you heard Oikawa speak again.
"You probably know why I'm here, but I'll tell you again", readjusting his posture, he sits straight, both the look in his eyes and tone taking a more serious turn.
" I thought about why turned me down that day and I finally realised......You were just scared weren't you?", rather than upset he sounded relieved as he continued with self assuredness ,
" Of commitment? Or because of my job? Either way I can already assure you that I was already prepared to put you above everything else if the situation calls for it".
You were just sitting, listening to his outrageous conclusions when you felt your heartbeat increase. The sweaty palms of your hand to the moistness in your core, your entire body started reacting in ways you'd never experience before.
"You thought that I'd keep our relationship on the back burner and only focus on my career? You were just lonely weren't you?", With every passing second his delusional words seemed to work with more and more intensity that didn't helped your hyperventilating state at all.
"And you rejected me because you didn't wanted to have an absent boyfriend right? So in reality-", by the time he finished he was already in front of you, the fire in the depths of your core made your mind hazy and eyes unfocused. You wanted to ask what was happening or what he put in those chocolates but forming any coherent words was a feat on its own in your current condition.
He smoothly takes one of your burning hand in his cool ones, the contact making you instantly lean onto him for more. You're sitting in a daze when he pulls you up from the arm chair and places you on his lap back on the longer couch.
In your already aroused state, the soft strokes of Oikawa's fingers on your scalp made you succumb further into the need for release as you sit on his lap with your head resting against his shoulder. The room was now quite safe for his soothing voice that came from right about your head.
"You love me right?", the words that come out of his mouth in the heated moment betrayed all his attempts at feigned composure. He may have spiked the chocolates with some sort of aphrodisiacs but the way your heart hurted after hearing this made it seem more like a love potion.
With his barely audible voice they sounded almost like a plea, another desperate measure to get what he wanted.
Before you could even notice, your vision tilts and you find yourself pinned to the couch, with Oikawa hovering right above you. His hands on your sweatpants, lowering them all the way to your ankles. And the weirdest thing?
You didn't wanted him to stop.
Not when he spread you out completely in front of him. Not when he was shamelessly staring at your naked pussy with a maniacal glint in his eyes and definitely not when he shoved two of his thick digits up your leaking pussy that covered his entire palm in your slick at the slightest of contact.
Your soft walls clenching around his fingers was all he needed before he stared unzipping his own pants. He gazed at your panting body while he pulled his cock out, flipping you on your stomach with your ass up and face shoved down.
You barely cared about anything but getting fucked good at this point when you heard some rumbling behind you, as soon as Oikawa was done putting on a condom he lined himself up against your entrance.
Not wasting any more time he slips past your folds until he is buried to the hilt. The feeling of being stretched out and filled to the brim coaxed out a few lewd moans from your mouth.
Your slick was enough to make Oikawa pick up a hard and fast pace, your entire body shook with every thrust of his. He kept his hands on your waist, pushing himself as deep as he can before pulling out until only the tip remains. Your own orgasm started building up with his every action.
His member throbbed against your insides and the moans that slipped past his gritted teeth indicated he already came but his cock showed no signs of softening as he kept going with his brutal pace.
You bury your head sideways, tongue lolling out and covering the fabric beneath it in your drool as Oikawa lodges his cock further into your pussy from behind. He moves in and out of you with ease, the slick from both your pussy and his previous release was more than enough to keep his memeber going.
Gripping your ass cheek in one hand, he trails his other one in between your thighs. Quickly his digits grazes your clit, the pressure they added along with the heavy thrusts pulled you closer to the edge. The anticipation of your impending release was all your lust laden head could think about the feeling of ecstasy that you desperately needed.
The intensity of your orgasm made your eyes roll back, and if it wasn't him holding you firmly in place, you probably would've fell down the couch. With your entire body shaking your panted heavily from your mouth to calm yourself.
Oikawa doesn't make any attempt to pull out or move and even after your breathing becomes even his member is still lodged deep inside you. He gently starts gyrating his hips against your pussy again and it becomes obvious that you weren't the only one under the effects of aphrodisiacs.
As cum trickles down your inner thighs, all you could decipher was the overwhelming bolts of pleasure Oikawa's cock provided and the sounds of your skin smacking against eachother's.
With his hands on both of your sides, he lowers himself down until your back was flush against his toned chest, his raspy voice rumbled through your ear as he spoke in a dark possessive tone,
"Don't forget..... we are in love"
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyu#haikyu x reader#Oikawa#oikawa toru x reader#Oikawa Tooru#haikyuu oikawa#Haikyuu Smut#smut#Oikawa Tooru x reader#Oikawa smut#my writing#valentine's day collaboration#tw: yandere#tw: dub con
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So like the skeleton simp community (it’s basically its own fandom) has really changed me, I never used to write romance, but I just... reaaaally love the Bonely Hearts Club thing where Red bakes in secret, so like... @bonelyheartsclub I may or may not have written x reader fanfiction before the full game is even out??? Oh gosh I’m going to write so much fanfiction when the game comes out help me
Anyway here’s Reader finding out about his hobby
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You were falling asleep on Red’s shoulder when he spoke up.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
“Mm?” you mumbled, blinking awake. Red had paused his game to talk to you. He was usually fine with speaking over the game, so this wasn’t just casual conversation. You (reluctantly) lifted your head off his shoulder so that you could actually make proper eye contact, and once you did, you realized that he looked strangely serious. “Yeah?”
He seemed to hesitate a moment, breaking eye contact, then said, “I… I was thinkin’ I could show ya somethin’.”
Well, judging from how uncharacteristically tentative he seemed, it wasn’t sexual. “Yeah,” you said. “Anything.”
“But you gotta promise not tah tell anybody. Not the other skeletons, nobody…. Got it?”
You raised an eyebrow. Red, hiding something from everyone? He was always pretty loud about things that most people tried to keep discreet. What could he possibly be hiding that would be private even to him?
“As long as you didn’t murder someone,” you said with a smile. He started to close the game, so thankfully, no, he hadn’t murdered anyone.
When he stood up, you moved to get up with him, but he stopped you. “No, it’s in here, I’ll jus’… grab it.”
You watched as he went over to a disorganized pile of… lots of things. Books, video games, magazines, dirty clothing. His room wasn’t as messy as it used to be, but Red was still a Sans. Lazy was their thing.
He started to dig around and eventually fished out several books. You already knew he was a scientist, so they couldn’t be physics books. Were they… porn or something? Like, some really weird kind? No, that wouldn’t make any sense, why would he show you that? You didn’t really need to know the details of his habits in that department.
When he headed back over, you could see an actual blush on his face. Seriously, what was this? Was it romantic? Was he trying to be romantic? No, you’d seen that before, and it was adorably awkward, not… tense, like this.
“So,” he said, “please, just… promise ya won’t laugh at me.”
Why would you laugh at him? Not that you never had, but it had never been spiteful or condescending. “I won’t laugh at you. I promise.”
“... Cool.” He looked down at the books. You couldn’t even get a good look at their spines. Alright, now you had to know what this was about. If he backed out you were going to be really frustrated.
“So,” he said, “y’know how Rus sometimes likes bakin’ stuff, and ya told me that sometimes it’s better than other times?”
… What?
What did this have to do with Red? Still, you nodded-- albeit slowly, and you were sure your confusion was visible on your face.
“W… Well, the times you said it was better, Rus didn’t bake ‘em.”
For some reason, you didn’t put the pieces together at this point. Probably because you were too busy being confused that he had brought up such a mundane topic when being so secretive. “What?”
He made a small sound of frustration, though it wasn’t directed at you, and then held the books up so that you could see their covers.
Recipes.
Baking recipes.
“Wait,” you said, “you bake?”
He looked like he wanted to bury his face in something. “Yeah.”
You bit your lip, but it was no use; you started to giggle. He looked surprised, and you forced yourself to stop when he shrank back a little in embarrassment.
“N-- no,” you said, “it’s not like that! I’m not--”
“I know it’s lame, ya don’t hafta pretend it ain’t.”
“No, Red, I’m just… This is it? This is the secret you wanted to tell me?” Surely there was more.
“Yeah.”
There wasn’t more. You snorted. “Why is this so embarrassing?”
“I mean… it’s not real on-brand fer me, it’s a real soft hobby.” He kept avoiding eye contact. “Stuff like that.” It sounded like there was a lot more on his mind, but you knew Red had a hard time talking about how he felt. You wouldn’t press him about it.
You shrugged. “I mean, it’s unexpected, yeah, but that’s not a bad thing.” You nodded at the books. “How long have you been doing this for?”
“Started a while after we ended up wit’ all th’ other skeletons, livin’ together. It’s actually… kinda nice, tah do somethin’ soft.” His toothy smile returned. “Kinda like a weird middle finger to th’ Underground. Also, I gotta sweet tooth, ‘n this helps.”
His reasons actually seemed pretty Red-like. “A middle finger is totally on-brand for you.”
He was loosening up, his smile less strained and nervous than it was before. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Then you realized something.
“Wait, doesn’t Rus know?”
Red’s smile faltered. “Uh… not exactly.”
Again, what? “Then how…?”
“So, sometimes he fucks up real bad.” His face grew oddly serious. “‘N I mean real bad. Not ‘s bad as Boss’s cookin’, but that’s not sayin’ much. It can be a real disaster. Or jus’ flavorless, ‘r whatever. So, I, uh… I may or may not toss it out, ‘n then bake a replacement.”
You snorted and let out another laugh, this one louder than the giggling from before. “And he doesn’t know?”
Red’s grin widened. “‘E’s got no idea. Thinks it’s just a stroke ‘a genius.” Some pink crept onto his cheeks again. “But… ya can’t tell, OK? The others’d make fun of me.”
“No they wouldn’t.”
“Some’a them would.”
… OK, yeah, maybe some of them would. “OK, I promise I won’t tell.”
“Thanks.”
You stood up. “You said doing soft stuff was a middle finger?”
He looked a bit curious as to what you were getting at, but he answered, “Yeah.”
You headed over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck before kissing his cheek.
“Can we cuddle?” you asked in a small, gentle voice that you knew seemed to crack him every time.
He was surprised for a moment, then dropped the books on the floor in his typical fashion. You wouldn’t tell him to put them up-- not now that he was wrapping his own arms around your waist.
“Ah… d-- doll,” he mumbled shyly.
His face had somehow gotten redder, and the usual edge he had to his smile was gone. His eyelights were large and fuzzy; you always loved when he looked at you like that.
“Y… Yer the only thing I really need tah help my sweet tooth,” he said quietly.
He was always so timid when he said anything romantic. You nuzzled him. “You’re so cute,” you told him.
“Don’ say that, ‘m supposed t’be bad.” You could tell he didn’t mean it-- he was smiling.
“Whatever you say, bad boy.” Bad boy. Psh. He was adorable. So adorable that he was going to be the death of you. “We should bake together sometime.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. We could make brownies when no one’s around. And then eat them with ice cream.”
His grin became a bit mischievous. “Yeah. It’ll be our dirty little secret, huh?” It softened again and he placed his forehead against yours. “You said you wanna cuddle, sweetheart?”
“Mhmm. A middle finger to the Underground, right? Screw the Underground.”
“Yeah,” he said, pulling you close and nuzzling you, although it was a bit rougher than necessary. “Fuck that place.”
He was still learning how to cuddle properly, but you didn’t care. You just liked being in his arms.
#hhhhh what have i become#srsly though bonely hearts club your game is awesome#I can't wait to date mustard boy#But I'm sO FLUFFY AND MUSHY NOW THANKS TO ALL YOU GUYS#bonely hearts club#underfell#underfell sans#fell sans#x reader#fanfiction#sans x reader
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What are your thoughts on tua S2? Did you feel like the characters grew? What did you like? What did you not? I’m interested in your perspective. Your analysis are super thoughtful and interesting!
Aw, thanks, Anon!
Overall, I really enjoyed S2 and thought it was a solid follow-up to S1. I do have my quibbles about it, so I think (for ease of reference and because my thoughts are a little scattered today) I’ll list some of my personal highlights (in no particular order) before getting into what I didn’t like as much.
Big spoilers ahead.
Allison. I thought they handled her storyline especially well. Of all the siblings, I think she had the most difficult obstacles placed in her way (not only is she a Black woman landing in 1961 Dallas, but she’s a Black woman landing in 1961 Dallas who can’t even speak in her own defense for a year) and they sugarcoated exactly none of it. The writers pulled no punches when showing what civil rights protesters went through, which just made their nonviolent response all the more breathtaking. Allison’s fear and anger during those scenes were palpable even as she kept them hidden. But along with that horror, we see the kindness and warmth of the Dallas Black community, the women who take her in simply because she needs their help, and her love for Ray, perhaps heretofore THE most thoughtful husband ever portrayed on screen. I loved him, and I loved him and Allison together. While I understand and respect his choice to stay in 1963, I wish they’d gotten more time together. They both deserved it.
Vanya. We got to see how much the baggage from her past affected her by glimpsing what she might be like if it were taken away. It’s an interesting philosophical question, and it was explored well, in my opinion. She finds it easier to love and be loved, and she stands up for herself more readily—but she also doesn’t hesitate to use powers she can’t quite control and threatens Five without fully realizing how dire her threat is (or how it might dredge up traumatic memories she doesn’t know exist). The moment where Ben finds her curled up, fully convinced she’s a monster, was heartbreaking. I loved watching her find happiness with Sissy, even if that was fleeting (and dear god, Sissy deserved her happy ending with Vanya, dammit, I don’t care if it would fuck up the timeline). Her patience and sweetness with Harlan were just beautiful. And the way she used the confidence she gained during her amnesia to fully come into her own not to exact revenge on her siblings, but to save them, was fucking phenomenal.
The humor. There was a lot more humor this season, and it was awesome. So many iconic scenes—Olga Foroga, Luther babysitting two homicidal Fives, Elliot awkwardly lecturing his guests on the history of Jello, “NEW TIMELINE NEW ME,” “Your vagina needs glasses,” AJ the fish gobbling up the cigarette bubbles, Five getting to say “fuck”….this season was a lot funnier than the previous one, and I think that was one of its strengths.
Klaus’ cult. It was played for laughs, which I both expected and thought was the best way to handle it. He didn’t want to start a new religion with himself at the center; he just wanted to not get thrown out of any more diners, but Destiny’s Children had other ideas. The “I too am a fraud!” scene was hilarious and tickled the question of whether or not a religion founded on false pretenses can still help those within it find meaning.
Luther. Getting him away from his dad, his siblings, and the Academy was exactly what he needed to become the pure of heart and dumb of ass genius we always knew he was, but his first major step in that direction was heartbreaking. We all knew he’d be rejected once he got to the Academy. We all knew Reginald would rip his heart out and stomp on it in his admittedly fashionable shoes. It gets Luther out on his own and forces him to become his own person apart from his dad, but that doesn’t make it any easier to watch. He got the positive character development he needed, but the catalyst was tragic.
Diego. We see, for the first time, exactly how Reginald kept him in line—not with meds or with PTSD-inducing torture, but with words. Even when he knows Diego as little more than a stranger, Reginald is able to rip off his skin and fling it in his face with a single diatribe; and even at 30, with years away from his dad, Diego is left unable to speak, feeling as if all of his accomplishments up to that point were the work of a dumb kid who thought he was smarter and more capable than he actually was.
Luther and Diego sharing a braincell. Luther has bad ideas. Diego has bad ideas. When they put their bad ideas together, they get terrible ideas. I loved watching them work together as a team, rather than being at each others’ throats for most of the season, even if I’m left hoping Olga Foroga had a pleasant and quiet day after that phone call.
Reginald. At first glance, it may look like the writers were trying to make him likable so they could parade him around as your average abusive-parent-with-a-soft-side. But it’s more nuanced than that. Abusive parents (and abusers in general) often fly under the radar because they fool outsiders into thinking they’re good people. They’re active in their communities. They give to charity. They have friends who attest to their virtue, significant others who think they’re the greatest. And that’s what we see with Reginald. We see him as the rest of the world did: an intelligent, eccentric man with a sharp sense of humor who cared deeply about scientific advancement. That’s how he evaded suspicion—because there were stories from years past of lively parties at his mansion, of what a gentleman he was to Grace and of how he did everything he could to save little Pogo. But those stories would all have come from people he considered his equals. When he’s with people he considers his inferiors—aka, the Umbrella kids—he’s openly condescending and demeaning. We get to see how he fooled the world, and it is chilling.
Elliot. He deserved better, and you can ship him with any one of the Hargreeves kids and get the cutest thing ever.
The Swedes. They said so much while speaking very little.
Ben. He got more personality and screen time, and it was glorious. His love of his family and resentment toward Klaus practically leapt off the screen. The way he says “I’ve missed you all…so much” once they’ve all left was one of those right-in-the-feels moments; and watching him get so much of what he’s wanted for years when he possesses Klaus was beautiful.
Now, as for things I took issue with….
Ben. I understand why they ended his arc the way they did. I get that they were probably afraid the Klaus/Ben dynamic would grow stale if they didn’t change it somehow and wanted to give him a larger role in S3. His death(???) was heartbreaking and extremely well-done. But it also wasn’t foreshadowed. We never got any sense of what ghosts in the TUA ‘verse are, so the fact they can be destroyed by a ton of sound-turned-energy or by going too far into someone’s psyche or whatever happened….it’s not that it doesn’t make sense so much as there’s not enough evidence to determine whether or not it makes sense. It feels like the writers just kinda made that up so they’d have a reason to change Ben’s relationship dynamics, but if that’s the case, couldn’t they have done it another way? Couldn’t they have made it so the immense energy or psychic woo-woo or whatever gave him a power-up instead of destroying him? Vanya transferred some of her energy into Harlan and brought him back to life. Couldn’t something similar have happened with Ben? And if it tied him to Vanya as well as to Klaus, great! More fodder for angst and humor! (”Vannyyyyyyyy, stop hogging Ben!” “You got him for 17 years, Klaus, you can part with him for 20 minutes.” “Guys, don’t I get a say in this?”) I’m glad they didn’t write him out of the series entirely, but I still wish they’d kept him and all the character development he’d gotten throughout S2.
Episode 10. It looks like they tried to cram half a season’s worth of developments into 45 minutes. Twenty minutes in, I’d already said “Wait what the fuck” half a dozen times. A lot of those moments were explained later on, and I was able to make enough inferences to fill in any lingering plot holes, but…still. Too much stuff, too little time. E9 was a perfectly satisfying ending to the season. Yes, it leaves the siblings stranded in 1963, but they could’ve tied up those loose ends in the S3 premiere.
Lila. She’s an incredibly fun character, but her arc is kind of a mess. Most of that is due to E10, and I do feel that more time to let her arc breathe would’ve worked wonders, but I’m left feeling like her turn from “Handler is the best mom ever and I lurve Diego too” to “KILL DIEGO AND HIS EVIL FAMILY” to “Handler is a bad mom and Diego is right” happened too quickly.
The Commission. Okay, so, the Handler announces the entire Board has been killed, and she’s stepping in as director even though everyone appears to know she’s been demoted (and demoted pretty severely—she went from having an office bigger than some apartments to being a case management drone). There’s suspicion and lots of it. But then, La Resistance is….ten or so people in a single room? And when she calls the temps agents to her side, thousands of them show up ready and willing to fight and die? I dunno. Just seems like there should’ve been more splintering going on there. Again, I think they needed more time to tie everything up.
Aside from those complaints, I loved the season. I set aside most of a day to binge it, and I do not regret that decision at all.
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