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rynwritesreid · 4 months

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Mind games~Spencer Reid

Chapter three~ nothing’s new

Chapter summary: The FBI gives you time off, allowing you time to heal after what happened to you. But after news spreads, someone from your past contacts you, making old wounds resurface, making you turn to none other than Spencer Reid.

Chapter warnings: Talks about the BDSM community and BDSM dynamics. Talks of fainting. Submissive reader and dominant Spencer. Alcohol consumption. Mentions of what happened to you in the previous chapter but nothing serious. Reader cries but Spencer comforts her. Mentions of emotional wounds from previous relationships.

A/N: I might start releasing these every week instead of every other week, but I am not sure. I also hope this is a good description of what BDSM and specifically D/S relationships are like, I know that community gets a lot of really bad stories written about them.

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Everyone on the team had been looking after you, making sure you were okay. Spencer, however, had been a godsend. He would send you texts throughout the day, even though the man hated technology. He had opened up to you about what he had been through, maybe in hopes of you opening up, or maybe he just wanted to show you he knew how you were feeling. But you didn’t really care, you were just happy that he was no longer horrible towards you.

You did want to open to Spencer, to everyone, and let them know what you had seen, but you just couldn’t. And the fact that people from academy had been texting you, telling you they had heard what happened and that they couldn’t imagine how you felt, just made it worse.

It had also made it back to your ex-boyfriend, who after 1 and a half years of ignoring your texts, had decided to call you. Part of you wanted to ignore the call, to push away any connection to the past. But another part of you was curious about what he had to say after all this time.

Taking a deep breath, you answered the call. His voice sounded distant and strained as he spoke, "Hey... I heard about what happened. I'm so sorry."

The sincerity in his tone surprised you, and for a moment, you were reminded of why you had loved him in the first place. But then reality set in, reminding you of the pain and heartbreak he had caused.

"I appreciate your sympathy," you replied coolly, trying to maintain a sense of composure. "But I'm doing my best to move forward."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and you could almost hear him searching for the right words.

"I understand if you don't want to hear from me anymore," he finally said, his voice filled with regret. "I just wanted you to know that I've changed. I've done a lot of soul-searching and therapy since we broke up. I wish I could have been there for you when you needed me."

Your grip on the phone tightened as his words struck a chord within you. The longing for closure and understanding warred with the pain and bitterness that still lingered from your past.

"It's too late now," you replied, your voice laced with a mixture of anger and sadness. "You had your chance, and you blew it."

There was silence on the other end, and you could almost picture him taking in a deep breath before speaking again.

"You're right," he said quietly. "I don't deserve your forgiveness. But I hope that someday, maybe, you can find it in your heart to let go of the hurt I caused."

Tears welled up in your eyes as his words hit you like a wave crashing onto the shore. The pain of his betrayal resurfaced, threatening to engulf you once again. Part of you wanted to believe in his sincerity, to believe that people could change. But another part of you feared being hurt all over again.

"I don't know if I can ever forgive you," you managed to say, your voice trembling with emotion. You didn’t care what he had to say anymore, so you just hung up.

You couldn’t hold back any more and you just began to sob. You picked up your phone and decided to call Spencer, it probably would have been smarter to call one of the girls, Spencer wasn’t the only one who understood what you had gone through, but Spencer was the only one who could truly understand you.

As the phone rang, your tears continued to flow, blurring your vision and making it difficult to see. The weight of your emotions felt like an anchor dragging you down into a sea of despair. Each ring seemed to echo in the cavernous void of loneliness that had enveloped you.

Finally, Spencer's voice broke through the haze of your anguish. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his tone filled with concern.

You tried to steady your voice, but it came out choked with sobs. "Spencer," you managed to utter between gasps for air. "I... I need you."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, and then Spencer's voice softened with understanding. "I'm here for you," he said gently. "Take all the time you need, and when you're ready, I'll be right by your side."

“I’m ready now Spencer, please.” In that moment, you could hear the urgency in your own voice, the desperation for comfort and solace. The pain of your past relationship had resurfaced, triggering a deep yearning for someone who truly understood you. And Spencer, with his unwavering support and compassion, was the only person who could provide that.

Silence lingered on the other end of the line, and you wondered if perhaps you had overwhelmed him with your sudden vulnerability. But just as doubt began to creep in, Spencer's voice filled the void once again.

"I'm on my way," he said firmly, his words laced with determination. "Stay where you are. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Relief washed over you like a gentle tide, easing some of the turmoil in your heart. You trusted Spencer implicitly; his presence was a balm to your wounded soul.

Spencer rushed into Hotch’s office, telling him that you needed someone with you right now, and that he will be back to work as soon as he can be.

And Spencer, a man who was always true to his word, was at your door within 20 minutes.

You opened the door, your tear-streaked face betraying the pain you had been holding inside. Spencer took one look at you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace. The warmth of his touch, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest, brought a sense of security that you hadn't felt in a long time.

"I'm here," he whispered softly into your ear, his voice filled with genuine concern. "You're not alone anymore."

You clung to him, seeking solace in his presence, as he led you to the couch and sat down beside you. “You don't have to face this pain by yourself”, his voice was calming, “everyone on the team loves you, they all would be here in a heartbeat for you. I mean they are discussing what to get you for when you come back to work.”

You let out a weak laugh, the first sign of a smile since the whole ordeal began. It was comforting to know that you had a support system, a group of people who truly cared about you.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I don't know where I would be without all of you."

Spencer's grip on your hand tightened, his eyes filled with genuine compassion. "You're stronger than you think," he assured you softly. "And we'll be right here with you every step of the way."

In that moment, as you sat there with Spencer by your side, you felt a glimmer of hope. The pain and heartache were still present, but now they were tempered by the love and support surrounding you.

“Would you like to talk about what happened, or is there something else on your mind?”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you were ready to relive the details of the past, but then you realized that Spencer was right. It was time to face what had happened and start the healing process.

Taking a deep breath, you began to share your story. The words tumbled out, sometimes in a rush, other times choked with emotion. Spencer listened attentively, never interrupting or judging. He offered gentle words of encouragement, his presence a constant reminder that you were not alone.

As you recounted the painful memories, it felt like a weight was being lifted off your shoulders. Each word spoken was an act of defiance against the pain that had consumed you for so long. And with each passing minute, you felt a little bit stronger.

When you finally finished, there was a silence that hung in the air, as if the weight of your story needed a moment to settle in. Spencer broke the stillness with a soft sigh.

"I'm so sorry," he said sincerely, “you should never have had to have gone through that. He will rot in prison. And that ex of yours, he did not deserve you.”

You nodded, grateful for Spencer's unwavering support and understanding. His words were like a soothing balm to your wounded soul, validating the pain you had endured. Your heart ached with the realization that you had been in a toxic relationship, but knowing that you were no longer alone gave you the strength to move forward.

"Thank you, Spencer," you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes once again. "I don't know how I would have made it through this without you."

Spencer's gaze softened, his hand gently wiping away your tears. "You don't have to thank me," he said softly. "Being there for you is what friends do. We look out for each other."

The word "friends" lingered in the air, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was something more between you and Spencer. The connection you shared felt deeper than mere friendship, but you were both still healing from past wounds. It was too soon to explore those feelings, and not long ago, Spencer had shown his dislike for you.

After about two weeks, you were back in the bullpen. Garcia had decorated your desk, telling you that this always make her feel better and she thought it would do the same to you, JJ and Emily informed you on all the gossip you had missed, Hotch had gone full dad mode on you, making sure you were okay, Rossi had invited you over to his for a private cooking lesson, Morgan had told you all the pranks he had pulled on Spencer. Spencer on the other hand seemed to keep his distance, he had smiled at you, but ever since that day he had come over something seemed to have changed.

You couldn't put your finger on it, but there was a palpable shift in the dynamics between you and Spencer. He was still kind and supportive, but there was a subtle hesitancy in his interactions with you. It was as if he was holding back, as if there were unresolved emotions swirling beneath the surface.

You desperately wanted to address it, to talk to Spencer about what had transpired between you, but you feared that doing so might jeopardize the fragile bond you had built. What if he didn't feel the same way? What if he saw you as nothing more than a friend and confidant?

You pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the work at hand. The team had a new case, one that required their full attention. As you discussed the details with your teammates, you noticed Spencer's gaze linger on you for a moment longer than necessary. It was a fleeting look, but enough to make your heart skip a beat.

Throughout the day, you found yourself stealing glances at Spencer whenever you could. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you, a connection that had grown stronger during your time of need. But you both had been through so much already, and neither of you wanted to rush into anything without being sure.

As the case progressed, Spencer's presence beside you became more prominent. He would stand just a little too close, his hand brushing against yours as he passed you a file or offered his insights. It was subtle, but it spoke volumes about what he was feeling.

Even JJ had commented on it, asking if something was going on between the two of you, but you assured her nothing was going on. But the truth was, you weren't quite sure how to define whatever it was that was happening between you and Spencer.

After the case was over, the team decided to go out for celebratory drinks. This was the first time you had gone out since what had happened to you. You were sat in-between JJ and Garcia, they were both talking about their funniest sex stories and you couldn't help but laugh along with them, grateful for the distraction from your own thoughts. Across the table, Spencer was engaged in a lively conversation with Rossi and Morgan, his laughter ringing out in the crowded bar.

You don’t know what compelled you, but you decided to share yours, and you were almost certain Spencer couldn’t hear you.

“If you want to mine”, you paused, allowing the girls to give you their full attention, “I told my ex that I was into BDSM and he thought that just meant me calling him daddy. So, when I told him what I was really into, he nearly fainted. It was definitely an interesting and eye-opening experience." The girls burst into laughter, their faces turning red from the combination of alcohol and amusement.

The sound caught Spencer's attention, his ears perking up as he turned his head towards you. His eyes locked with yours, and you could've sworn there was a flicker of interest in them.

"Wait, what did I miss?" he asked, leaning closer to catch the tail end of the conversation.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks as you glanced at the girls. JJ nudged you playfully, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"Oh, Y/N's just regaling us with her kinky adventures," Garcia chimed in with a teasing smirk.

Spencer raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and surprise evident on his face. "Is that so?" he asked, trying to hide a smile.

You shifted in your seat, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. The playful conversation seemed to have opened a door, allowing for a light-hearted connection between you and Spencer. You took a deep breath, deciding to seize the moment.

"Yeah, well, it was definitely an experience," you replied, matching his playful tone. "But let's just say, I've learned my lesson about dating vanilla guys."

Spencer chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I can assure you, I'm far from vanilla," he said, a hint of mischief in his voice.

JJ and Garcia exchanged knowing glances, silently urging you to take the plunge. They had seen the connection between you and Spencer long before either of you had acknowledged it, and they were more than ready to play matchmakers.

"So," Garcia interjected with a sly grin, "are we going to sit here and talk about kinks all night, or are you two going to finally address the elephant in the room?"

“I-erm what elephant?” you asked, there was hint of confusion in your voice.

“Oh, come on.” JJ stated “Even when Spencer hated you, he couldn’t take his eyes of you.”

Spencer's cheeks flushed slightly, his gaze shifting nervously between you and JJ. You could see the internal battle raging within him, the fear of rejection warring with his desire for something more.

Finally, Spencer took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to speak. "I... I have to admit," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "Even when I claimed to dislike you, I couldn't deny the pull I felt towards you. You're intelligent, compassionate, and..." He trailed off, his eyes searching yours for any sign of reciprocation.

A warm smile spread across your face as you reached across the table, gently placing your hand on top of Spencer's. "And what?" you prompted softly.

He let out a shaky laugh, his fingers intertwining with yours. "And beautiful," he finished, his voice filled with sincerity.

JJ and Garcia exchanged triumphant glances as their matchmaking efforts paid off.

“You know, I think it’s time you two go home, so you can discuss this somewhere Hotch can’t hear you.” Emily said in a hushed tone.

You and Spencer laughed, realizing that your friends were right. It was time to have a more private conversation about the growing feelings between you. As the night came to an end, you and Spencer found yourselves outside the bar, away from prying ears.

The air was crisp, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. You leaned against the side of the building, facing Spencer who stood only a few feet away. There was a comfortable silence between you as you both took a moment to collect your thoughts.

Finally, Spencer spoke up, his voice filled with vulnerability. "I never meant to push you away before. I was scared...scared of opening myself up to someone, scared of getting hurt. But seeing what you went through, how strong you were...it made me realize how much I care about you."

Your heart swelled at his words, grateful for his honesty. "Spencer, I understand why you acted the way you did. We've all been hurt before, and we all have our own ways of protecting ourselves," you replied softly. "But I want you to know that I care about you too, and I'm willing to take the risk if it means we can be together."

Spencer's eyes met yours, filled with a mix of relief and hope. "You would really give us a chance?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

A gentle smile tugged at your lips as you stepped closer to him. "Yes, Spencer, I would. I would give us a chance," you confirmed, your voice filled with certainty. "Because the truth is, Spencer, I've been falling for you ever since the first case I worked.”

Spencer's eyes widened, surprise mingling with joy. "Really? Even when I was being an insufferable jerk?"

You chuckled softly. "Especially then," you admitted. “But I do have to know what you mean when you say your far from vanilla.”

Spencer blushed, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson. "Well," he stammered, "I've always had a... deep fascination with role-playing scenarios and exploring different power dynamics." He paused, his gaze searching yours for any sign of judgment or discomfort. “And I can say I enjoy being the dominant one more.”

“Is that so? What have been your favourite scene you’ve done so far?”

Spencer cleared his throat, a bashful smile playing on his lips. "Well, one of my favourite scenes involved a classic teacher-student dynamic," he confessed, his voice laced with excitement. "I got to play the strict professor, and she was my eager and naughty student."

Your eyebrows raised in surprise and curiosity. "Oh? And how did that play out?"

He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Let's just say there were some detentions and extra credit assignments involved," he replied coyly. "It was all about the power play and the thrill of breaking the rules within the safety of our consensual role-playing."

He then once again looked to see if you were unconformable. “What about you? What do you enjoy.” He asked.

“I, erm- well I enjoy being the submissive one. I was in a dynamic relationship with someone, and they gave me a necklace to wear, to show I belonged to them. They used to tell me what outfits I could wear when going out.”

Spencer's eyebrows furrowed, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Did you enjoy the feeling of submission, or was it more about the trust and surrender that came with it?" he asked gently, his voice filled with genuine interest.

You took a moment to consider his question before answering honestly. "It was a combination of both," you replied, your voice soft but unwavering. "There was something incredibly liberating about giving up control and trusting someone else to take care of me. It allowed me to let go of my responsibilities and just be in the moment."

Spencer nodded, a thoughtful look on his face as he took in your words. "I understand," he said quietly. "The power dynamics in BDSM can be incredibly nuanced and fulfilling when both parties are open and communicative about their desires and boundaries."

"Would you ever consider exploring that dynamic with me?" you asked cautiously, searching his face for any sign of hesitation. “I mean, I would still be the submissive one.”

Spencer’s eyes softened, filled with warmth and reassurance. He reached out to gently cup your cheek, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "I would be honoured to explore that dynamic with you," he replied softly. "But only if we establish clear boundaries, practice open communication, and ensure that both of our needs are met."

You smiled, relieved by his understanding and respect for the importance of consent and communication in such exploration. "I couldn't agree more," you murmured, leaning into his touch. "We'll take it slow, step by step, and create a safe space for both of us to express ourselves."

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up-in-flames-writing · 5 days

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I feel like we never talk about how hard it is to be a trans immigrant. We never talk about how escaping from a country that persecutes you does not free you from suffering & bigotry.

I may not be able to attend my own graduation ceremony. I worked so hard these past three years to achieve something, to be the first person in my immediate family to finish uni, get a degree, & then be able to actually do something with it, to pick my own life course & not stray from it. I reinvented myself during these last three years so much, from the shy, dysphoric kid with no friends to a man who maybe isn't doing the best in life, but who has a hope for the future. I worked hard to present myself in the best way I could, & yet I won't be able to see the fruits of my labours.

And, sure, the reason is real silly. I can't legally change my name, so the name on the degree will be my dead one, & the Vice Chancellor will read out the corpse of my old self in front of all my teachers & peers, everyone who knew me as Booker, & Booker alone. And they will expect to see a young lady in a dress climb the stage, only to be met with a boy who isn't quite a man yet, who is still forced to live under a girl's name.

And why? Why! Because I am an immigrant who feared for my young life when Brexit was happening, who has been teased & bullied for being an ESL student, who never quite belonged. Because I am an immigrant transman who could be imprisoned in my country of birth for the crime of wanting to reinvent myself, who has to walk on eggshells around the man who reared me because he grew up Polish & catholic & who knows how he would react if I told him I was his grandson & not his granddaughter. I am an immigrant who has to hide behind their parents because who knows how my extended family will react to me, who is still not allowed to tell his cousin, his little sister whom he adores, his real name despite the fact I was her age when I started questioning my own gender & I somehow wasn't too young to be in pain!

I am an immigrant who cannot safely return home, but the country that took me in isn't quite the safe haven either. Because I need a passport to prove that my name has changed, but a passport cannot be issued to me under a name my birth country does not approve of. Because to change myself fully, I need to become a citizen to a country that abandoned my homeland after the war & looked away when it was being subjugated during it. Because I need to know how many of the swans in London belong to the Crown for the state to consider me a citizen of this dying empire, despite the fact I've lived here for so long, I can't remember what my childhood home back in Poland even looked like! I cannot truly remember what my room in that flat in a small, backwater Polish town looked like anymore, except for the bed that we now have in our guest bedroom, & the bookshelf that cradles all of my books on transness & queerness & feminism.

Because I am an immigrant from a country who hates me, I am forced to live in a country that hardly tolerates me, & to live as my true self I have to subjugate myself for the sake of an old empire that lost its touch. I have to submit myself to a personal sort of colonisation, to be able to walk onto that stage at graduation with my real name on the degree. But I can't do that, because I don't have the money, because I spent the last three years breaking my back proving to people that the little girl with behavioural problems who was always bullied, was able to become something greater than the sum of her parts. Because I now don't have the time or the patience to tell you exactly when the Union Jack was created, or at what hour of the day is tea time, & I don't have the time to wait for a passport to be sent to me, only for me to return it to sender with a plea of changing my name upon it.

Because my transmacs friends in college had their names changed at sixteen, while I'm already done with my undergrad & still have to contend with the question of what citizenship I would rather have. Because I will sooner be on hormones & growing a beard than I will be able to change my name.

And in all this I find it so ironic that I was named after an angel, & like everything else in my life, I reject the goodness & the easy way out, I reject the things that once made me, me, to become my own god & rebuild myself out of the scraps left behind by a life of turmoil.

And still I am just some immigrant bitch stealing jobs from good, hardworking Britons, & I'm still just a transsexual fag taking women's rights away, & I'm still just some freak of nature manipulating the kids into sin & immorality. And no matter where I go, where I turn to, I don't feel all that angelic at all.

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captainlunaxmen · 4 months

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Be My Queen

Chapter 1

Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰

Chapter summary: When Vecna takes Nancy to show her his plan, he takes y/n as well to show her he already knows her or some version of her. For the gang, then it's time to come up with a good plan, and a trip to the War Zone is due.

Chapter warnings: spoiler season 4, blood, non-con touching, violence, Jason being an asshole.

What the hell is happening?

One minute, I hear Steve's panicked voice calling Nancy, and the next I'm in... a laboratory?

My friends and I finally got back from the UpsideDown after being stuck there, and now I'm trapped again... it's terrifying.

I look around, trying to calm down by taking a big deep breath. The walls are clean and white, just like a hospital. A shiver runs down my spine when I notice a girl walking out of a room with papers in her hands.

What the fuck?

She looks exactly like me... how?

I decide to follow her, seeing that I have no other option.

As I follow her... me... I see some other people, who look like doctors and nurses. Some of them are followed by kids. Shaved head, all of them.

I quickly take a closer look and notice they have a number tattooed on their arm.

Could it be where El lived?

Oh fuck. I'm in Hawkins' Lab. Why? Why is there a girl who looks exactly like me?

I keep following her around, but before I could follow her into a room I hear a voice calling my name.

I turn around finding a blonde man, looking directly at me.

"Yes?"

I turn around after my "clone" answered him. Her demeanour changes right away when her eyes spot the man. From calm, almost bored to nervous, on edge.

"I've been looking everywhere for you, love." the blonde man says with a sweet, yet intimidating tone.

"I... I was fixing some things... for today's tests." The girl tells him in a small voice.

As the man walks towards her, I notice the girl taking a small step back, but stops, almost holding back.

"You always work so hard. You should rest for a while" he's now in front of her and she doesn't look comfortable.

"I don't mind it, Henry, I'm not even tired," she says letting out a nervous chuckle.

"Take a break, c'mon. Ten minutes won't hurt anyone" the man named Henry insists, moving his hand to caress her arm so slightly.

"Maybe later. I have to drop off these files and check on the kids" she explains calmly.

"What about I check on the kids so we can have some... alone time?" He asks, inching closer and closer to the girl, who looks around the corridor to probably check if someone's coming.

"I don't think it's a good idea," she says, trying to remain calm "Brenner asked me to personally check on the kids."

Henry just looks at her, almost admiring her.

"Then give me a kiss so I can go on with my day without missing you too much"

He doesn't give her time to respond, his lips are already on hers, moving the hand that was caressing her arm to her hips holding her.

The girl's eyes are open, she doesn't exactly kiss him back, she just lets him and he doesn't seem to notice it.

"I'll see you later, love," he says after pulling away.

"Bye," she says and quickly walks into a room, I follow her just as quickly, however when I enter the room I find "me" attending to the same blonde man, Henry.

He looks bad, like he was beaten up or something, the girl's checking his head.

"Do you feel nauseous, dizzy, or..?" She asks.

"No.. just a little stunned" he answers, holding his head.

"That's good... at least a bit."

They stay silent for a moment, the girl looks at him with sorrow, I think, someone must've put this Henry through something really bad for her to feel sorry for a man she was quite intimidated by.

"I'm sorry, Henry," she says.

"Don't be." He replies looking up at her and grabbing her hand, the action makes her tense immediately, still he doesn't notice it, instead, he goes on "It was not your fault and you don't need to worry about me, angel, I'm gonna get us out of here."

"What?" She's confused.

"Eleven has a huge power. Her powers have the potential to become something great... she could help me build a new world. A world for us. Then we could finally be together" he explains and now the girl looks alarmed.

"What are you talking about?" She asks.

"Don't think about it, my love, I'll fix everything soon?" he tells her and kiss her hand.

What the hell is going on here?

I feel myself shaking, and breathing becomes hard so I turn around to get out of the room.

As I walk through the door I'm back in the corridor, but now the walls aren't white and clean... they're covered in blood.

I look around, on the ground laying with broken limbs and bleeding eyes there are the same people I saw walking earlier... the children too... all dead.

I feel myself getting sick when a scream catches my attention.

"Stop!" It's the girl again.

I run towards her voice and enter a wide room, a rainbow fantasy on the walls, lots of kids' toys on the floor... there's blood on them too, the children's. I see them laying on the ground blood all over them.

Fuck.

"Please, Henry, you need to stop" I turn to see the girl standing in front of a mad Henry.

He takes a step toward her and she takes a big step back. I don't think she cares anymore if he feels hurt by her actions or not.

"Why are you scared, my angel?" He asks, he doesn't realise she doesn't feel the same and he doesn't realise what he did wrong. It makes me sick.

"You... fuck... look at what you did! They're... they're kids.." she tells him in between sobs.

Suddenly he walks to her cupping her face in his hands, preventing her from moving away. She still tries though.

"Don't you understand? Don't you understand why I'm doing this?" He asks her, rather harshly.

"What's there to understand? You... you fucking kill them" she replies, voice breaking at the end.

Before he could answer her there was a noise coming from near the wall.

I look back seeing a boy standing up.

Henry's eyes darken as he notices him, he lets go of the girl and turns his attention to the boy.

"No, please... Henry... please" she tries to stop him, trying to stop his arm from slowly raising. "Please... fuck... don't!"

Henry nods towards the door and the girl flies across the room hitting the doors and Henry goes back to killing the boy.

He lifts him into the air and using his power he breaks his bones and his eyes.

The boy looked so young...

As soon as Henry killed the poor thing he looks for the girl, but she's nowhere to be seen.

She must've escaped while he was distracted.

I want to do just that so I run out of the room.

When I go to open the door I find myself face to face with Eddie's worried face.

"Oh, Jesus!" He lets out a sigh of relief.

"Fucking thank god" Steve exclaims.

"What... what happened?" I ask sitting up.

"We thought Vecna took you and Nancy," Dustin says from beside me so I look at him, caressing his arm to assure him I was okay.

I look at the others, all with worried faces. Nancy's beside Robin who got an arm around her reassuringly.

"Did he let you go too?" She asks and I nod "did he show you what he showed me?"

"I... I don't know"

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We all moved to Max's trailer where Nancy started telling us about what Vecna showed her.

His plan of bringing a sort of army to Hawkins, to let the UpsideDown expand completely into our world through some gates.

They keep talking, but I can't pay attention, I hear them, but I can't listen.

I'm too focused on whatever the fuck he showed me.

"I was there" I suddenly say from my place on the ground, head in my head thinking.

"So was I. It was... so real I- " Nancy starts, but I interrupt her.

"No. Not that. I mean, I was there, at the lab. Or some copy of me, a clone or... I don't know." I take a deep breath "this... Vecna, one... Henry, he was, like, in love with this girl, or better, obsessed with her. Delusional. I saw... I saw him killing a little kid... the same way Eddie described... with no sign of regret or even sorrow."

"What... what if he just showed those things to scare you?" Steve suggests, evidently trying not to think of the worst.

"He didn't. I... I don't know what the hell was that, but I know it was very much real... and it's freaking me the fuck out, okay? I don't want to believe it, but... there's no denying it." I tell him. "For some reason, I, or another girl who looks exactly like me, was there and he feels like he found her again."

"Why doing all this just for... a girl though?" Robin asks "don't get me wrong, you're a wonderful girl, I'd gladly do that too. But why be so obsessed?"

"He needs a queen" Dustin answers her like it was obvious.

"Fuck..." I mutter hiding my head in my hands once again.

"Shit...Try 'em again. Try 'em again" Steve tells Max, who immediately goes to the phone.

We've been trying to contact El, Will and Mike, with no results.

"Anything?" Dustin asks.

"No. Rang a few times, then went to a busy signal." Max answers.

"Maybe you punched it wrong. Try again" Steve says.

"I didn't punch it in wrong" Max replies, rightly annoyed.

"Well, I don't know" Steve tries.

"I think she knows how to use a phone" Dustin defends Max, who's trying once again.

"I'm just saying, she could've typed it in wrong." Steve insists.

Max hangs up the phone again "same shit"

"How is that possible?" Lucas asks confused.

"I told you, Joyce has this telemarketer job. She's always on the phone. Mike won't stop whining about it." Dustin explains.

"That can't be three days straight busy, Dustin," I say.

"Yeah, something must be wrong" Max agrees with me.

"They're right. It can't be just a coincidence. It can't be" Nancy to agree."Whatever is happening in Lenora is connected to all of this. I'm sure of it. But Vecna can't hurt them nor take Y/n. Not if he's dead. We have to go back in there. Back to the Upside Down."

"Whoa. No, no, no. What?" Steve complains.

"Nope." Eddie too shakes his head.

"She's right," I say standing next to Nancy. "I don't know about you, but I don't exactly like the idea of being some teen-killing monster's mistress or whatever. So we either kill the bastard or... we kill the bastard" I say matter-of-factly

"We barely made it out of there in one piece" Steve points out.

"Yeah. That's because we weren't prepared, Steve." I tell him. "We just need a plan"

"A good one. Then we'll go through the gate, we'll find his lair, and we'll kill him" Nancy supports me.

"Or he'll kill us" Steve replies, agitated "the only reason you survived is that he wanted you to. He's not scared of us."

"And for good reason" Robin finally speaks "we were wrong about Vecna. Henry. One. Sorry, what are we calling him now?" She asks.

"One" Dustin and Lucas choose.

"Vecna," says Erica.

"Henry," Nancy says.

"Piece of shit?" I suggest, noticing a nod from Eddie.

"Right. We've learned something new about Vecna/Henry/one... uh... piece of shit. He's a number like Eleven, only a sick, evil, male, child-murdering version of her with really bad skin. But my... my point is, he's super powerful. He could turn us inside out with a snap of his fingers. It's not a fair fight."

"Then why fight fair?" Dustin asks, simply "you're right. He's like Eleven. But that gives us an upper hand. We know Eleven's strengths and weaknesses" he explains.

Genius.

"Weaknesses?" Erica's quite confused now.

"There is one thing we can use," I say.

"Exactly, when El remote-travels, she goes into this sort of trance-like state. I bet the same is true for Vecna" Dustin keeps talking.

"That would explain what he was doing in that attic" Lucas points out.

"Exactly. When he attacks his next victim, I'll bet you he's back in that attic, physical body defenceless." He declares.

"Defenseless? What about the army of bats?" Steve rhetorically asks, pointing at his injured neck.

"Right, true. We'll have to find a way past them. Distract them somehow." Dustin answers.

"And, uh, how do we do that, exactly?" Eddie asks, about to stand up.

"No idea" Dustin replies and Eddie sits back down defeated. "But once they're gone, he doesn't stand a chance. It'll be like slaying sleeping Dracula in his coffin"

"That sounds good in theory, but there is no pattern in Vecna's killings. I mean, at least not one that I can decipher." Robin notes. "We don't know when he's going to attack next. We don't even know who he's going to attack"

"We don't need another victim," I say, looking down.

"What are you talking about?" Nancy asks, worry clear in her voice.

"I can be the bait."

"No," Steve and Eddie say at the same time.

"I will" Max speaks up. "I can still feel him. I survived before I can do it again"

"No." I firmly say "we don't know if the music thing will work again. He will kill you if he gets another chance. But he will not kill me"

"We... we don't know that Y/n" Steve walks in front of me.

"Yes, we do! You didn't see what I saw. How he was with her. He looked at her like she was the reason the sun goes up every morning." I look him in the eyes, and my voice gets softer "he won't kill me, Steve"

"Are you sure about this?" Lucas asks.

"Positive," I say letting out a big sigh "just... please kill him"

"We need supplies" Nancy declares.

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After stealing an RV we head to the War Zone that, according to Eddie, has everything we might need for killing things.

The plan is to buy weapons and then find an open space to get ready and be away from unwanted attention.

I sit in the back with Dustin while the others are scattered around and Steve's driving.

"Are you worried?" Dustin suddenly asks.

I look up at him, then I look around to avoid his worried stare and find Eddie's, instead. I smile at him, to let him know everything is alright.

"Scared shitless" I then say to Dustin.

"You don't have to do this. You can back down and we can think of a new plan together" Dustin tells me, he tries to both reassure me and make me change my mind.

"I know, I know. But the only other valid option is for Max to be the bait and, in all honesty, that scares me even more" As I speak I play with my fingers and when I sense someone's presence with us I look up seeing Eddie.

"Hi" he softly says.

"Hey" I reply.

"I'll leave you two" Dustin smiles at us and gets up to join Lucas and Max.

"You okay?" He asks and I softly laugh. "Stupid question, I know. I'm sorry"

"Nah, don't worry about it. You can ask all the stupid questions you want" I smile at him.

"I wish you wouldn't have to do this" he gently holds my hand.

"Me too. But better me than Max, or anyone else" I say laying my head on his shoulder, I always found comfort in this. We've been friends since I started driving the kids back and forth when they had Hellfire, so we got closer. Sometimes I feel like there's more, but whenever anything could happen he backs down so I'm never sure how he feels.

"It would be better to send Harrington. Maybe he could distract him with his hair, make good use of it for once" he jokes.

"Don't be mean," I say with a chuckle. He always knows how to cheer me up. "He might give him lessons on how to style it properly" I joke too.

I look at Steve driving.

Steve...

Steve, on the other hand, I met him when he and Nancy started dating, so of course he was always in the way. I didn't mind it honestly, he turned out to be not that much of a dick. Then he just got better, especially thanks to Dustin's friendship, but here things get complicated. When he worked at Scoops Ahoy with Robin he always flirted with me as I went to visit Robin during my breaks at the music store at Starcourt, at first I thought he was his way of joking. The moment I realised he wasn't joking I also realised I didn't mind it at all. I wanted him to flirt and I wanted to flirt back.

So... I realised I like, have some sort of feeling for two guys... at the same time.

Complicated.

"We're here" Steve announces parking the van in a secluded area to keep Eddie, Dustin and Lucas away from the people of Hawkins.

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The store is huge.

"So much for avoiding angry hicks" Robin comments.

"Let's be... fast" Nancy suggests and we all agree.

Nancy and I go check out the shotguns they sell.

"How much?" Nancy asks the seller.

"$120.99, but I'll throw in 20 rounds of buckshot for ya," he tells us and I just nod at Nancy.

"Not bad," I whisper to her and she agrees.

While we keep looking Nancy hands me the weapon, but then I hear a familiar voice.

"Hey, can I see this real pretty .357, please?"

"Oh shit" I comment and Nancy quickly looks behind me and turns around just as quickly.

"You go. I got this" I tell her.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, just try to warn the other to keep an eye out for his goons. They must be around here too" I nod and she walks away, but that must've caught Jason's eyes because he then speaks directly at me.

"Look at that... What are you doing here?" He asks.

"Oh you know" I start turning around to face him, "they say there's a killer on the loose... gotta be prepared."

"Aren't you the freak's bitch?" He harshly asks.

"It's really sad you can't recognise what a friend looks like" I mock him, keeping a serious expression.

I see his jaw clenching hard, my words hit the target. He relaxes his face and takes a breath and just looks at me, in a way that makes a shiver run down my spine.

"It's a real pity" he then says.

"Yeah, it is. It means you never had an actual friend in your life" I say with a fake pout on my face.

He just laughs humourless.

"No, babe. A real pity is how you ruined yourself by hanging out with the freak" he walks closer.

"Oh no... you think I ruined myself?" I ask with fake shock, then I just smile "thank god. If having good friends instead of assholes like you ruined me... glad to be ruined, sir"

"You were really pretty, you know. I mean, you kind of still are... I'd gladly help you find the right way back." He... flirts..?

Oh now I'm gonna get sick

"Wow... your girlfriend died not long ago and you're already harassing another girl... just wow." I laugh sarcastically "see? That's what makes Eddie so much better than you"

"What would your father say, uh? I don't think Hopper would be happy about it" he suddenly says.

Oh... he didn't just mention my father, did he?

Now it's my turn to clench my jaw, he notices and smiles proudly.

"You wash that fucking mouth before talking about my father because you. Know. Shit." I tell him, walking up to him.

"Want my advice?" He asks completely ignoring me.

"No"

"Shotguns are not good for much of anything past killing small birds," he tells me, eyes focused on mine "I mean, they got power, sure, but not much range. And that's just gonna force you into close-range combat, then someone can easily redirect it by grabbing that barrel, like this.."

He suddenly moves to grab the barrel, but I'm faster, stepping back and moving the shotgun out of his reach earning a surprised expression from him.

"Keep talking about shit you clearly know nothing about and I might just show you what my father would say" I warn him and walk away.

I go pay for the stuff I got and reunite with the others as we walk back to the van.

"Remind me, please, not to make you angry?" Robin tells me with a proud smirk.

"You could never"

"That was... I gotta say... quite hot" Steve tells me pleasantly surprised.

I just wink at him, and we all hurry to get in the vehicle and just rush off before anyone could see us.

We quickly rush into the RV.

"What happened?" Lucas immediately asks.

"We gotta go" Steve cuts him off.

"Your old friends are here" Erica informs her brother.

Steve starts the vehicle, immediately driving away as soon as the last of us get in.

I move to the back with Dustin and Lucas.

"So.." Dustin starts.

I look at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Yes?" I urge him on.

"When are you gonna talk to them?" He asks.

"To who?" Lucas asks, suddenly interested.

"Eddie and Steve" Dustin immediately answers and I roll my eyes "C'mon! It's clear as the day you feel something for them, the both of them and they feel the same."

"It's more complicated than you think, Dusty," I tell him softly.

"It's not." Lucas interjects "I mean, Eddie kept worrying about you the whole time you all were in there. I mean very worried. Very."

"Yeah. And you didn't see the look Steve had when you volunteered to bait Vecna" Dustin adds.

"Yeah... I told you. Complicated" I tell them to drop the subject, so I just lean my head back and try to think of something else.

I have no idea what will happen.

I keep thinking about how this is real. I was there. I saw myself there in that lab, with Vecna, Henry or whoever the fuck he is. How is that possible? Is it some kind of trap?

What scares me the most is that I have this feeling it's not a trap. It's all true.

#stranger things x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steddie #steddie x reader

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artificial-transmutations · 1 year

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Peace and Love

The rain that had covered the city ruins during the last few days had ended an hour ago. Still, Misha didn't feel good walking through the bombed out place. The sky was still gray and dark, always ready to unload a new shower of rain water on them.

Usually, Misha liked the rain, since it always had a cleaning aspect to it, washing away the dirt and making way for new sunshine. However, that had changed when he had been drafted and sent into this country on the whim of the president, an old man with an unhealthy appetite for neighboring countries' soil.

At the beginning, Misha believed all the lies they had been told, about how evil this countries government was and that they needed to liberate the people here. It had been quite a surprise when said people had little interest in being liberated and instead fought back with all they had.

It should have been a short war, not even a real war, that's what they said. Now, it has already been well over one year since they invaded.

Misha sighed. He knew that, secretly, many of the other soldiers thought the same way, but nobody dared to say anything.

The other man he was on patrol with, for example. His name was Sergey, and Misha knew that he had left a girlfriend at home when he was drafted for this war. Although Sergey didn't talk too much about it, Misha knew she had broken up with him by now. He had no idea how Sergey knew, since they weren't allowed to use phones, but such news didn't do much to raise the poisoned mood of the soldiers.

In that regard, Misha was lucky. The only woman he left at home was his mother, since he was "between girlfriends" currently. Truth be told, he just wasn't very good in taking to girls. Not that it mattered, anyway, because right now, he was mainly in the company of men.

There had been rumors about some of the invading soldiers seeking release with the local girls, against their will even. Misha refused to believe that, and he was pretty sure it couldn't have been anyone from his unit: Although or perhaps even because they were all real men, Misha was sure none of them would do something like that.

In other units, though, Misha wasn't quite so sure if he was being honest. There were some pretty big assholes in the army - a character trait that curiously often coincided with the firm belief in what they were doing out here.

"Do you think it will end soon? That damned war, I mean."

Misha's thoughts were interrupted by Sergey's voice. As usual, the other man sounded borderline depressed.

It made no sense to lie, so Misha shook his head. "Not until the old man dies."

Instinctively, Misha looked around. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone else here. He should not have said that! If Sergey told anyone, he would be shot!

"Hah. You're brave." Sergey said, himself looking around, before continuing in a lower voice.

"But I agree. All of that is just so... wrong."

If Sergey was testing him, he was very convincing. It did feel good to be able to speak his heart for a change, so Misha nodded.

"Yeah. What are we even doing here? I'm tired of fighting, and this whole war is not justified at all."

Sergey turned to a more secluded alley, away from potential eyes and ears that could hear their highly treacherous conversation. When he was sure that nobody could see or hear them, he stopped and lit a cigarette and regarded Misha with a long look.

"Did you ever think about just... you know... Not fighting anymore? Just going away?" he asked, carefully.

Whoa, this was dangerous talk indeed. Misha almost whispered, when he replied:

"You mean like - deserting?"

Sergey nodded. "I've been thinking about it for some time now. I just don't want to do this anymore. All this destruction and killing and violence. And all that for a cause I don't believe in. The old man is not only destroying the lives of the people here, but also the lives of his own men, our lives. And you know what? I think he doesn't even care. Someone really should stand up to him and end this, but everyone is just afraid."

Misha needed a second to digest this, but he found himself agreeing whole heartedly. "I feel you, man! But who would do that? There's a reason everyone is afraid. He'll fucking kill you or your family."

Sergey sighed. There was no denying Misha was right, it wasn't like he hadn't had that thought himself.

"I know. And, you know, I don't care how, but I just don't want to do this anymore. I wish there would just be peace, and love."

Misha nodded sincerely. "Peace and love. That sounds wonderful."

It was a strange moment between the two soldiers, both tough men and raised in a culture of masculinity. Opening their hearts like that was something neither of them were used to do. All these emotions, all these wishes should be kept inside, at all cost. That was what was expected of them both. Yet, somehow, the sincere and pure wish, uttered from the bottom of Sergey's heart touched something inside of Misha, and resonated with his own tortured soul. He couldn't prevent it: A single tear rolled down his dirty cheek.

The thing about wishes is that they are powerful. While belief is able to move mountains, hope and wishes shape our live, from the start until the very end. Once a true and pure wish like that is out in the open, it cannot be contained anymore. Given the right moment in time and the right people around us, a wish like that can take root and bloom into something magnificent. Even in the darkest places and the most tortured souls, there is magic. Most often, you can't see it and the magic we shape by our hearts truest desires is subtle and works unseen. But there are those really rare times when the spark of the wish that ignites our magic is so strong, so deeply rooted, that the magic it unleashes is not a small and unseen trickle, but a flood, a force being able to change anything and everything, in the most spectacular of ways. This was one of those moments.

Misha was surprised to feel the other man's hand on his cheek, wiping away his tear. The touch was gentle and tender and didn't really fit to the tough man wearing uniform and carrying an assault rifle. When Misha looked up, he saw Sergey smiling, perhaps for the first time in all of the months they had known each other now.

Misha wanted to say something, anything really, but he couldn't. There was a lump in his throat and his feelings were going crazy. He had never noticed, but Sergey looked good when he smiled. Not just good, Sergey looked handsome, beautiful even. As much as he wanted to, Misha couldn't stop looking at Sergey's face. He did barely notice that he too was smiling. There was an unknown feeling in his stomach, making him feel weak and strong at the same time. He felt an attraction stronger than anything he had ever felt before, and he knew Sergey was experiencing something similar. The cigarette had been dropped to the ground carelessly, as the two men moved closer to each other. Sergey’s eyes were deep brown pools that sucked Misha in - so beautiful, and yet so close.

Misha did only notice how close they had gotten when their noses touched. He backed up half a centimeter, before he saw the smile on Sergey’s mouth showing a slight hint of amusement. Then it happened, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if it was a law of nature rather than something Misha was told was abhorrent. Their lips found each other, warm and soft and tender.

As Misha and Sergey kissed, the world around them was in motion. The ruined and wet concrete around them changed and became more aligned to the joy in their souls, as it gave way to the new reality they created together. In this place where violence and death reigned, love and peace took hold, and their surroundings became a home, filled with life and memories.

The dirt of the conflict on their skins washed away, along with their uniforms and tools of war, until they were as naked as the day they were born. But not even their bodies stayed the same. While Sergey became somewhat more massive, with bulging muscles and a slight layering of body fat, for Misha, it was the other way around. His features became more delicate, and a lean build formed on his body. While he retained a slight bit of body hair and a hint of stubble on his chin, it was nothing compared to Sergey, whose body bloomed with a dense pelt of dark hair. A short and attractive beard formed on his chin and tickled Misha while they made out passionately. Their naked erections rubbed together, already having accepted this new reality. As Misha's hair lightened up a bit, become a dark blond spiky cut, both of them knew in their heart that it was done. They had escaped the madness, together. They were at home and at peace. And, most importantly, they were loved. Misha loved his boyfriend, Sergey, and Sergey loved him. Finally, the sky had cleared up for them, and the future was bright.

I believe I should mention again that all characters and events in my stories are purely fictional. Inspiration however can come from the strangest things. I whish everyone the peace and love they really wish for!

This story also serves as a complementary piece to Army fantasies, since I felt it ended on a slightly unpleasant note, at least for some.

#male transformation #muscle transformation #straight to gay

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itjazzbicch · 7 months

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Beneath The Surface

Pairing: Shunsui Kyōraku x Reader

Summary: Considering that the reader has been dealing with an illness, they are not as strong as they once were, desperate to be strong again as the war against Quincy's rage. Becoming hopeless, they begin to find some hope beneath the surface when their best friend lends a small hand with their emotions...

Warnings: The reader is sad, and mentions of death & illness (it's just a hurt/comfort fic) TYBW spoilers if you haven't watched!

Word Count: 0.9k

My heart was breaking with every step when I dragged my cane along the rubble-covered ground. These Quincy's must've gone all out. Meanwhile, I was sick and barely able to walk.

I had never been so disappointed in myself, unable to bear the horrific sights that were now the Seireitei. Dragging myself back to my grounds, I wasn't allowed to due to my illness, but I took my zanpakuto, then went out to the shriveled-up garden where I once trained daily.

Pulling my zanpakuto from its sheath, it looked dull, the memory of the first time I held it in my hands flashing in my mind. How strong I was back then and how that strength led me to be a captain, once upon a time the strongest.

The longer I stared, the more I hated being who I was now. Fragile and weak, a burden rather than a fighting force, considering everything we knew was at stake. Those thoughts made me angry, sick, and shaking as I used all my strength to wield my zanpakuto.

"Talk to me, please," I whispered, trying not to cry, the shaking growing worse, "P-Please."

Nothing.

No matter how badly my body tried to give way on me, I stayed in stance, breathing heavily as I yelled in an attempt to build some motivation:

"I refuse to be so weak! Please! I need you!"

Again, nothing.

Using up my energy, I fell to a knee, the tip of my zanpakuto in the ground and clinging to it as I cried, begging it to talk to me somehow, to make me strong again.

"I'll do anything, just-"

"Y/N flower?"

Shunsui's voice brought me to silence despite the tears rolling down my cheeks, only listening:

"You know that you shouldn't-"

"I can't sit around and tolerate this anymore, Shunsui!"

It was becoming hard to breathe from the tears making my throat close. I knew precisely what Shunsui would tell me, and he should've known how I would react.

"I know that you're dealing with much more than your illness," He sighed, joining me on his knees, a hand on my back, "But we both know that-"

"What? That I'm weak? That I'm useless?" I couldn't look at him, clinging to my once mighty zanpakuto, "It won't even speak to me anymore."

"Stop talking like that," Shunsui was always trying to keep me optimistic, but given the times we were going through, that was impossible.

"It's the truth," I wept, drowning in those negative thoughts, "If I was strong enough, I could've done something. We lost so many, and Old Man Yama-"

The devastating memory of when I learned about Captain Yama's death made me start to sob, collapsing, but Shunsui caught me, holding me to his chest.

He knew that I needed to get this out of my system, only rubbing my back and hugging me as I cried:

"I hate this. Why did I have to get sick?"

"If I could change things, I would," He whispered as my cries settled, "But know, sick or not, you're much stronger than you think."

Finally, growing the courage to look at him and seeing his eyepatch added to that guilt as I was always protective over him. I tried my hardest to take in his words profoundly and believe I was strong like in the past, but it was challenging.

"You've had a lot to deal with since you took charge, Shunsui," I sniffled, cleaning my face, "Don't-"

"Crazy to think that after all the long years we've spent together, this is the first time I'd ever seen you cry," He realized; the thought never occurred to me, and our gazes connected, "I may be head captain now, but you're still my flower too."

His words made tears swell again, an arm wrapping around my head and holding me tight, clinging to his floral robe. Despite what little tears I had left coming down, I finally saw some light in my dark world:

"Flowers aren't just delicate, you know? They're not just beautiful, either. They weather through storms and may lose a pedal or two, but they grow back as beautiful as they were before. They have an unspoken strength."

I stared off into space as I related to his words. It may not be happening as quickly as I'd hoped, but maybe the strength I once possessed was slowly returning to me.

"How many terrifying challenges have we conquered, huh?" He whispered, kissing my cheek, "Remember that you're strong."

"I'll try," I whimpered, watching him place his hat down so he could hug me tighter, our heads together as I whispered, "I love you, Shunsui. Never forget that."

"That's good to know. Thought I'd have to wait another century or two to hear those words," He joked, and it did get a slight chuckle out of me, but seriousness settled in, thankfully the good kind, as he stroked my cheek, "I love you too my beautiful, strong flower."

"I promise from now on," I breathed in deeply, looking towards becoming better rather than drowning in sadness, "Every day till I'm gone, whether if it's this illness or by someone's hands, I'll never give up."

"Finally got some fire in your eyes," He mumbled with a smile, giving me more motivation to keep that promise as he kissed me softly, "I know you won't. You never have."

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loveackermannn · 1 year

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☰ FOREVER AND EVER. –.ೃ࿐ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧. – (! mentions of post-war from s4 ! also i recommend listening to this song when reading ! or any of the songs by that artist, it really does fit this drabble a lot and i wrote it to that song ! very soft and mundane. okay that is all, i hope you enjoy < 3)

i want to take care of post-war levi so bad..

he deserves it after all he's been through, showered with lots of love and kisses, pampered on his bad days, cooked for when he comes back home from a long day at the tea shop.

but deep inside, he feels as though he shouldn't be treated this way. he's afraid of the burden he's caused you to deal with such a broken and unfixable man like him – but you're not going anywhere and you've made that very clear.

"it'll only be trouble for you. please don't," he says softly as you continue to change the bandages around his healing leg. it had been months since the war ended, yet the recovery process has taken much longer than he expected. now, here you were, on your hands and knees, discarding of bloodied gauze when you should be out there living freely like you've always wanted.

but the truth of the matter, is that this is where you wanted to be, for the rest of your days.

"it's not at all, my love. stop talking like that," you gently scold with no malice and levi could only clutch tightly onto his hand – the one that reminded him of what he once lost. this was quite the habit he's picked up and everytime your eyes glanced down to his lap, you wasted no time in placing your own palm over his. soon enough, you could feel the tension escape from his grip, relaxing the moment your skin touched his.

he was so physically deprived that he had begun to forget what it felt like to actually feel wanted and needed. and not the kind of want and need where he had to kill for an end goal – to be wanted and needed by you was all he cared about. he loved it, indulged in it even.

though, a part of him refused to be granted such love and care from one person, let alone by you.

"i can't help it. you don't have to be with me, you know that right?" just as you always have done, your hand met the tops of his hands, soothing his worries with just a simple touch. your thumb drew messy patterns across his scars and callouses – never hurried.

"but i want to. this is no obligation for me, you're stuck with me for a really long time. i hope you're okay with that."

guess there's no stopping you there.

you hear him inhale slowly, as if readying himself to speak again, "but we won't do many things that other couples get to do. we'll be confined to this shitty cottage for a while.."

"that's okay with me. i'd rather be here with you than anywhere else."

"but you wanted to travel. you always talked abou-"

"that can wait. trust me, we have all the time in world to do all of that. the world will still be here, even when we're grown and wrinkly," you chuckle as you flick your finger against the point of his nose.

he didn't hold back his snort at you gesture to lighten the gloom on his face – you always knew what to say.

"yeah, i'll be all old and stuck in my chair. you'll have to wipe my ass when i can't do it anymore," he says flatly, but amusement was evident in the hues of his eyes and on his face. he really did love seeing you smile at his dumb, silly jokes.

"of course, i'll do that for you," you rest your cheek on the plush of his thigh and you feel his hand come up to meet the back of your head.

"i was joking."

"well, i wasn't"

"that's digusting, come here," without effort, he lifts you in his arms and planting you onto his lap – and you were quick to want to squirm off, but he didn't let you go anywhere.

"levi! i wasn't done changing your bandages," you frown as your efforts deemed useless in his secure hold. you couldn't resist anymore and you mentally noted that he didn't hiss out of pain like he used to.

"that can wait. it doesn't hurt as much, you're fine," he says while burying his scarred face in the crook of your neck. small breaths exhaled onto your soft skin and you didn't stop yourself from threading your fingers through the raven locks of his hair.

"i just want this to last a little longer."

#chaloveslevi #shitrambles #levi ackerman #levi scenarios #captain levi #levi headcanons #levi heichou #levi ackerman x reader #snk imagines #aot levi #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman fluff #i just love doting on my beloved #it hurts seeing him in pain #i want to give him the world and stars

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ASKBOX MEME 047 / ARCANE S01E01-03

All prompts taken from season one of Arcane (2021). Adjust as needed.

01. WELCOME TO THE PLAYGROUND

"We're not gonna get caught. We'll be in and out before anyone notices."

"_____, look at me. What did I tell you?"

"I'm going. Are you with me or not?"

"You know, _____, for once you're right—we are definitely not supposed to be here."

"Thought last time was the last time we were gonna do this."

"What was that? What the hell happened back there?"

"You know, in my experience, trouble finds you."

"Every time. Every time _____ comes, something goes wrong."

"Did you ever stop to think about what could have happened to you?"

"When did you get so comfortable living in someone else's shadow?"

"When people look up to you, you don't get to be selfish."

"You're gonna have to lay low for a bit, understand?"

"You were twice the person at half her age."

"You see this look on my face? This will always mean that it's time to shut up."

"I ruined everything. I always do."

02. SOME MYSTERIES ARE BETTER LEFT UNSOLVED

"How am I dangerous?"

"You sure that's what you want?"

"We look out for each other; it's the way it's always been."

"Do I look afraid?"

"All I see is a boy meddling with things he doesn't understand."

"You don't understand what's at stake."

"You carry your chin so high you fail to see the opportunity below."

"Don't look so concerned. I'm about to make your day."

"There's a monster inside all of us."

"You see, power—real power—doesn't come to those who were born strongest, or fastest, or smartest. No, it comes to those who will do anything to achieve it."

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to explain..."

"I ran into an old friend of yours. He had some stories."

"You're just a small man in a little hole the world forgot to bury."

"You heard him; they won't stop. We need to fight back. And if you won't, I will."

"Nobody wins in war, _____."

"Am I interrupting?"

"Is that why you came? To insult me?"

"When you're going to change the world, don't ask for permission."

"Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"You're a fool. There is no stopping what happens now."

03. THE BASE VIOLENCE NECESSARY FOR CHANGE

"We don't have much time."

"How did you find me?"

"You've got a good heart. Don't ever lose it. No matter how the world tries to break you."

"Without you here, it all falls apart."

"You never did know when to walk away."

"What the hell have you done? This wasn't the deal!"

"Why? Why risk this?"

"You'll get people killed. For what, pride?"

"Do you even remember?"

"I trusted you. And you betrayed me."

"I hated you, but you kept my respect."

"You'd die for the cause, but you won't fight for one?"

"I'm just... not that man anymore."

"I'll show you what you really are."

"Hmm. Willing to risk exile for your endeavor. That's quite the conviction."

"I know it sounds impossible, but when have we ever let that stop us?"

"I need you to sit this one out, _____."

"You're not ready."

"You're all I have left. I can't lose you."

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"Take a breath. You can do this."

"You've actually done it... But just because it can be done, doesn't mean—"

"I knew you still had it in you."

"You did this?"

"I told you to stay away!"

"Why did you leave me?"

"He'll kill you if he hears you."

#rp meme #askbox meme #ask meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #rp prompts #askbox prompts #rp starters #m #.am #long post #.actiasteeth

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 3 months

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(I think I may have asked this before, but I don't remember if I finally sent the message, so if I did, I apologize for spamming and please ignore this message) What if Quaritch was sentenced to prison for a longer period of time and was released when Spider was 18/19+ years old and he would have already left the foster care system? Would he still kidnap him or would he tried other methods to contact him?And how would it change Spiders' entire attitude, now that he is an adult and doesn't need care so much anymore and is just starting to discover his path in life?

I do think you sent this ask twice but no need to apologize because I feel like you expanded on the idea with this second ask.

So you mentioned in your other ask that Quaritch would have no way to build the cabin but actually if he got this idea in his head while he was in prison then he would have team deja blue build it for him. So the cabin would still be an option but he would try to reach out to Spider first.

So let's say Spider ends up in the Sully's care at age 15 like in the second prologue and they officially adopt him shortly after. He just started his first semester of college when he gets the news that his father is out of prison. He stays on guard but tries not to worry. After all his father has never been part of his life. Why would he even care about him at this point? He's shocked to say the least when he gets' a letter in his dormitory mailbox asking to meet. Spider immediately calls Jake and Neytiri asking what he should do. Neytiri is adamantly against Spider seeing Quaritch. Jake however, acknowledges that Quaritch is still his bio dad and if Spider wants to sit down and have a conversation with him then it is completely his choice. Spider's still unsure. He thinks his father is a monster for the things he did in the war and even entertaining the idea of having a relationship with him fills him with guilt. Besides he pretty content without him.

He gets another letter a few weeks later, this one much more heartfelt. Quaritch tells him how much he loves him. That there wasn't a single day where he didn't think about him constantly, hoping he was safe, happy and healthy. That the loss of time together broke his heart and that all he wanted was a chance. His phone number is on the bottom of the page. Spider feels like he re-reads that letter a million times, the outpouring of love from a man he hates tearing him up inside. He thinks about ripping it to pieces and scattering it to the wind but can never bring himself to do it.

After a party he comes back to his dorm drunk off his ass, decides fuck it, and texts the number a mesially, hi. The reply in an almost insantous Son? Even drunk he panics. What was he just waiting by his phone this entire time?! He responds with, I go by Spider. Even over text he can feel the bitterness behind the, so I've heard. quickly followed up with a do you want to meet? We can get breakfast tomorrow. My treat. Spider tosses his phone away unable to make a decision in his current state. Not long after the alcohol pulls him under into a deep sleep.

What he doesn't know is that Quaritch had watched him at that party. Had followed him back to his dorm, and was just outside Spider's window when he received his text.

Now from here it can go a few different ways.

If Spider never reaches out again then yeah Cabin Quaritch will kidnap him probably by slipping something into his drink at a party and carting him off.

If Spider wakes the next morning, reads over his texts, decides fuck it and agrees to get breakfast with Quaritch things could either go well and they start to build some kind of relationship together or it goes really bad, and Quaritch comes away from the conversation convinced Spider is brainwashed by the Sully's and it's in his son's best interest to take him away.

So those are my thought! Hope you enjoyed, and thank you for the question 💞

#miles spider socorro #spider socorro #miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #cabin in the woods #avatar fanfiction #my fanfic

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palettesofrenaissance · 1 month

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @missamyshay for the tag! 🏆

1. How many works do you have on ao3? I have 89 that I have viewable once signing in

2. What's your total ao3 word count? In total it's 865,145

3. What fandoms do you write for? I don't consider myself open for writing anymore; after my last 2 fics I plan to be done writing for good. but I used to write for characters more than fandoms: several marvel films, carrie, the show cloak and dagger, star wars tfa, horror, wonka, harry potter

4. Top five fics by kudos: my highest kudos were published before ao3 and fandoms changed:

Lust, Caution (Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)

Café Con Leche (Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)

Really Slow Motion (Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)

Covetous (Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)

Easy Ease (Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)

5. Do you respond to comments? I always try to do so in a timely manner because I love it when my comments get replies

6. What is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending? Hmmm... either Blank White Page because Brunnhilde doesn't remember Thor anymore, Running on Empty where Brunnhilde gets turned into a zombie so Thor could "live," or my current dark fic where Sapphire and her daughter are forever trapped inside magic jewels on a ring (though this ending is not set in concrete)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? like 90% of them have happy endings or ambiguously happy endings.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Never got hate but I have gotten rudely written, unsolicited criticism

9. Do you write smut? yes-ish but I'm careful about it

10. Craziest crossover: Ironman and frankenstein

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? No but just yesterday I posted an ask from a stranger who never commented wanting to finish one of my now-hidden works. that was nice... 😒

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I remember

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not yet, but I plan for one of my last 2 works to be a cowritten one with @breadtheft1796. Love her to bits and always excited talk about it with her ❤︎ It's a mermaid!Sarah Wilson/Lighthouse Keeper!Bucky Barnes and we both like haunting things so I know this is going to be fun and I can't wait!

14. All time favorite ship? Brunnhilde/Thor, Monica Rambeau/Jimmy Woo

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?The reincarnation and soulmates epic series. It was fun while it lasted; there was so much I wanted to do with it, made many fics for different characters and relationships, even wanted to do an angsty wandavision scenario, but I don't think it really got off the ground

16. What are your writing strengths? I'm not a good analysis for myself so going off of what I've been told: "storytelling. You have a unique ability to transport the past into the present without destroying it. The way you treat time, and memory, and the complexities of living." And "Your writing strengths are specifically: setting, emotions, characterizations, character motivations, and small details (such as character nervous ticks, and appearance flaws)" from @missamyshay and @dragonmaiden79

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Like MissAmy I'm shit at controlling word count, and I'm a slow writer who needs constant encouragement and constructive comments 😭

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I have done it before with Laura Kinney (aka Wolverine)

19. First fandom you wrote in? That would be when I used to use Fanfiction.Net for an old show back in middle/high school. Since joining AO3 it was Teen Wolf

20. Favorite fic you've written? I think I like all my works enough. But the most fun ones included interactive commenters, and building the stories off of requests. now that I think of it, I might say those might be my favorites

Tagging: @sarifinasnightmare @dragonmaiden79 @idontgettechnology @breadtheft1796 @leaofthewolves @citizenofooo @whiskeyncoke-redux @fushic0re @rainbowglittr @tllgrrl @cultofcreatures wants to do this, tag me so I can read your answers!

#tagged

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you're all going to hell

prologue: everyone's suspecting

tw: swearing (excessive, excessive, swearing)

They weren’t the rescue team anymore.

They’re completely different.

Their eyes glowed red, cunning smiles on their metal frames. They were ready for absolute destruction.

“You will all pay.”

Nighttime fell in Broomstown. A once joyous, lively town now on the brink of collapsing. The Broomstown Rescue Team had been saving lives left and right, never getting even the slightest bit of time for themselves. The stupidity of the citizens began to rub off of them.��

She was annoyed, to say the least. But the important thing is, they liked her inventions. The citizens would clammer in happiness to the sight of the rescue team, nothing but good things came out of their mouths.

She didn’t understand why she had to be the one stuck in the drama.

The outskirts of town were beautiful. Houses and shops strewn on the streets legibly, the right amount of grass pinned to the decoration sides. People were laughing,

they were happy.

She could feel the glow in their eyes disappear when they set eyes on her. Now glowing with disdain, a unaffectionate red glistening over their pupils. She could see that red everywhere she went. Even buying bread could get her cold remarks from the baker.

She hated it.

What did she do to deserve the cold treatment from her town? Where she grew up, grew to love, grew to create life changing robocars that has potentially changed the town forever. Appreciation was all she wanted. A little “thank you” would satisfy her so much, but she only got panned, hated, villainized.

She denied everything. You can’t be guilty for something you haven’t done. Yet, they didn’t even consider her opinion, they didn’t even listen. They still stuck to the lies. No matter how many times she assured them that it was a fake newspaper clipping, they were all unwilling to hear her side.

Idiots.

She didn’t need them in her life. Her robocars have been building their foundation, but they don’t even acknowledge her. She didn’t steal them, those lying freaks. Her original creations were what kept the town afloat, and they have the nerve to say that she stole them?

They really were idiots.

“Murderer.”

A person inside a blue mailvan murmured, quickly driving away as soon as his eyes set on her.

You’re not scared, are you?

"I came across THE murderer."

Posty's words made everyone in the post office lock eyes with him.

"R- really?" Cleany stammered. His eyes were beaming, hungry for gossip.

"Yes, really! I never lie about this shit, y'know?" Posty clinked, sorting out his hands through the new mail.

"You're an idiot. She's not a murderer, you fuck!" Cap corrected aggressively, sighing at the end. "She's a thief. Learn your gossip, man."

"I'm not wrong, Cap!" Posty jotted back, turning around to face Cap's overly cocky face. "You've seen that old newspaper. She was eight! She's a fucking menace! She is capable of killing us all-"

"No! Don't mention that!" Cleany shouted, his voice quivering. "I'm not taking a- any chances to be scared of the outside. I- I literally clean for a living."

"Yeah, we also work on the outside too." Posty said blatantly. “If she hadn’t created Poli and the gang, our mayor would’ve locked her up real quick.”

“She didn’t create the rescue team, for fuck’s sake! They were from another town!” Cap chided, standing up and looking at Posty’s soulless eyes.

“Can you two just s- shut up?” Cleany spoke up, polishing a long unused flask from the far corner of the post office. “Whatever she i- is, we should probably avoid her. She m- might, y’know…”

“That’s what i’m trying to say! The mayor should’ve put her to jail sooner!”

The construction site wasn’t free from gossip either.

“What?!” The team shouted in unison, completely shocked.

“Posty told me she’s the daughter of a war criminal!” Bruner’s gleeful voice plagued the site. “The genes run through the family!”

“Come on, dude,” Dump griped, rolling his eyes. “You actually believe Posty? He’s trying to get attention-”

Bruner shoved a newspaper clipping in Dump’s face. “Eat shit, big guy.”

Everyone else hovered over Dump’s shoulder, in utter bewilderment of the news. “Leader of a famed war clan is blessed with a beautiful daughter- oh, shit. They have the exact same name!” Mickey’s voice chirped, hovering over Bruner’s overly joyous face and the article.

“That’s the point!” Bruner said gleefully, enjoying the fact that he was correct once again. (He was always correct, though). “No wonder she stole from inventors and murdered them all, she got it from her dad.”

Dump shaked his head and slapped the clipping on Poke’s face, earning a terrifying glare from him. “I’m not believing this. How can you guys be so certain?”

“Yeah! It's probably edited or something." Max chimed in, still slightly confused. “Uh, what else is there to this confusing mess?”

Bruner sighed and clicked his tongue. “I don’t know man, but I know we should probably avoid her.

She’s a monster.”

The dock was also splattered with gossip.

“Lifty, I’ve been hearing about this woman for four straight years now, and she’s still the talk of town.” Terry leered, groaning against the cemented walls.

“It’s not my fault, everyone’s practically keeping it alive!” Lifty chided hesitantly, giving a wry smile. “The whole stealing and murdering thing didn’t sit well for me. I’m just kind of worried she’s still around to-” Lifty took a breather. “-to skedaddle in town with all the drama pinned to her, i’m surprised no one has done an investigation-”

“They already investigated her, you twit.” Terry disparaged the young worker. “I heard she paid the authorities to shut up about that shit.” he added.

“Yeah!” Leky’s voice seeped in the cargo room. “It was like a million, I think?”

“Can you not join in their gossip session?” Lefy asked nicely, trying very hard not to shout at his brother. "We have work, thank you."

“I would rather listen.” Lety added in, peeking through the room, smiling at the two inside.

“Come back here, you fuck.” a hand, presumably Lefy’s, pulled Lety’s hair, enticing a scream from the youngest Crane triplet.

She felt rage encapsulate her body.

Whenever she heard their irritating voices spout out her name, her legacy, she felt something snap. She always kept it tied to an extent, but the string is to brittle to continue.

You're all gonna die.

#robocar poli #robocar poli au #fanfic #robocar poli fanfic #some of the side characs are maybe ooc?#yeahhhh #this isn't a joke #anymore #guess who's gonna die lol

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Another fun editorial from my "favorite" publication, Business Insider.

This was written by the 57 year old rich man who founded it and is currently the CEO. But notice how the choice of picture tries to trick you into thinking a hot younger woman wrote it.

Which is odd, because BI can, and does!, hire hot younger women to write crap like this, all the time. Traditionally targeting Millenials. But I guess our persistent refusal to get knocked up has finally driven BI off to go harass our younger siblings. And Old Henry just couldn't contain himself around all these new young empty wombs anymore.

I read it to see why exactly, on a planet with too many people and too little affordable houses, this rich white man is so upset that people under 40 aren't breeding like they used to. He doesn't give a good reason, just something about how "giving children life" is brave. Which it isn't, by any definition of the word.

What he does take pains to do is explain why all our reasons for refusing to breed are bullshit. Well, he doesn't say it so harshly. Because obviously he's figured out that Elon Musk ordering white people to provide babies for his new crazy experiments isn't a method that's working. So Henry soft-pedals it. He admits war and climate change and political chaos are real, but not THAT real (I have no idea; you figure it out). But even if they are, and I'm paraphrasing here, don't worry, some heretofore unknown wizard or Superman shall appear and fix everything. So no worries, ladies! Be filled with seed!

What Henry doesn't seem to understand is that climate change and general violent chaos may be two of the stated reasons people have for not having kids, but aren't the only ones, or even the major ones. Most people who aren't as mostly-gay and mostly-asexual as myself are under the constant pressures of horniness and family expectations to not let the coming doom of the world at-large change their stances on condom usage.

People avoid having kids because of a perceived lack of support for their personal child-rearing, be it financial or social. If they are having issues with long-term commitment or financial security, they aren't going to sign up for 20+ years of raising another human being. And because we aren't willful idiots, we know financial security is ALSO a big reason people have problems maintaining long-term relationships.

Henry, no one under 40 is going to have kids if they know they're going to have to find a new apartment or a new job, in a new place, every 3 to 6 years. That instability is what is frosting everyone's nethers. And that isn't a philosophical problem, that is a systemic capitalism problem.

That guys like Henry caused. Because Old Henry here had to pay $4 million to the US Government back in 2003 for tricking people into investing in shitty 1990s dot-coms he knew were about to fall apart. He is banned from trading securities and working in the financial services industry anymore because of this.

People don't have babies on a roller-coaster, Henry. And you help build that roller-coaster. They aren't breeding because of YOU, you idiot. So you're hardly in a position to be lecturing anyone about how they aren't doing enough bareback.

...Also, back to the question of why old rich men like Henry Blodget are so worried about "population decline," a thing that isn't a thing. Sans him actually giving the game away, I'm free to speculate, and I will. This is probably that thing where he's worried about America's garbage social security system getting even more pointless without enough young people to steal from to pay the bills. Which is, AGAIN, only a problem because guys like Henry engineered both it and the economy in such ways that it is. They made a joke of a system that runs on bad stupid rules and now blame us for not following those rules. And one of those rules is "you (white people) all need to breed like rabbits," because every system these people make, including their religions, has that same weird rule.

Because these are weird, bad people. Who do financial crimes.

And that's why we don't listen to them.

#business insider #population decline #is not a thing #weird rich people #capitalism

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Few weeks back I asked what y'all think who Fugakus Sensei was and no one answered :')

But anyway, I'm gonna share my answer now. Who was the Sensei to Wicked Eye Fugaku, who rivaled Minato in status and position. Who was Hokage candidate. But in the end didn't make it.

We all thought it was 'Uchiha-hate' that prevented him from becoming Yondaime. But what if it wasn't? All Hokage were chosen bc of their lineage. Like 'Kakashi can't become Hokage, he's the student of the Yondaime who was the student of Jiraiya who was the student of the Sandaime and we don't want the Sandaimes thinking anymore'. What if the same thing happened to Fugaku? Warhero, one of their strongest, Hokage candidate. But in the end Minato 'won' the title. Why? Maybe bc of Fugakus Sensei. Hatake Sakumo.

They needed someone to blame for their war and putting it all on one man was the easiest way. So Sakumo, Fugakus Sensei, had fallen into disgrace and 'betrayed' everything Konoha stood for. His student could never become Hokage. What if he shared his thoughts? How deep had Sakumos teaching poisoned Fugakus mind? They couldn't risk it. Letting the student of their villages disgrace and cause for the whole war become Hokage.

Hatake Sakumo would be 16 when Fugaku would become Genin with 8.

With Sakumo (19) and Fugaku (11) they would get a new team bc the other two died.

His teammates would be Kushina (10, I changed her and Minatos age bc Minato doesn't really make sense... like... Minato becomes Genin with 10 but is JoninSensei with 15 when Kakashi, Obito and Rin meet him? Another topic, I changed their age and they're now close to Fugaku which makes way more sense, tell me what you think) and Hizashi (8). Great Shinobi get great names and potential.

For comparison: Team Jiraiya (18) one year after graduation (they lost a teammate) consisted of Minato (11), Teuchi (12, yes, I love that hc, check his age, he wasn't old in og and would fit with Minatos and Kushinas upgraded age) and Uchiha Mikoto (7).

I digress...

What do you think about Sakumo being Fugakus Sensei? Would the Uchiha heir train under some no name? Or the greatest Shinobi of his time? Why wasn't he chosen as Hokage? Were they wary of the Uchiha? Was it discrimination? Or his 'disgraced' lineage?

And have you ever thought about Minatos and Kushinas age? How he graduated with 10 years and was supposedly Jonin with 15 when Kakashi graduated with 5? How come he had way more missions in 14yrs of service than Kakashi who fought 2 world wars and was 25yrs in service at the time? I made Minato 7yrs older in my hc. So he and Kushina died with 31. It would make more sense, I mean, Mikoto and her being pregnant around the same time, Minato and Fugaku being rivals. And seriously. Kakashi went from Genin (5) to Jonin (9) in 4yrs. Which is insane. And desperate. Were they that desperate in 'peace times'? Minato graduated with 10 and was Jonin Sensei with 15. Really? So, in my hc he's 7yrs older.

Share your thoughts and tell me what you think.

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Wants to talk 2 things.. Firstly, since you mentioned koms,, yes jae does that all the time...he makes connection with anything that dy does in the past or present may b will in the future...let's take the songs he sing beautiful day song which dy sang at koms...eventhough it was fans suggestions but jae wanted to sing that song which dy sang at koms(dont knw the name) nd sang together at musicore karoake with djj..nd also one of the cover that dy did he also sang it on his vlog(dont remember correctly but he did) ..like that list goes on....dont knw why...nd I am sorry for using this word..he is obsessed..very deeply nd hardly obsess with dy that he want to connect anything or everything with dy nd himself...it is really a lovely mystery how come his love didnt change a bit,rather increased only for dy....what does this man sees in dy tho...I dont knw..

Secondly,, it is my theory that everyone would get tired of everything at a point..its human nature that we cant really do something for a very long period..even if u loves to do that all the time it will makes u bored...be it caring, loving, dancing teasing etc...but jae he will not let go of a chance to tease his dy to get attention from him..y is that..when they seeing each other regularly..I mean I am pretty sure that they are living together..and if not atleast during promotion times they surely are together on regular basis...not only them the group as a whole...so jaedo sees eo on regularly..then y the need of getting attention or not letting pass of a chance to tease,, any how they will go home together..but no...that's not going to happen...he crave for his bae attention along as possible at anytime at anywhere...just I think they only knw to love eo...I dont knw what to write anymore....I just love them..

It is not true that people get bored with time of everything. You can overeat and still start to want to eat again after half a day. Mark sings for 2 units, he still goes to karaoke. Hyuk learns choreos for 2 units, he still learns dances of all other gg and bg groups. An old street-food cart owner will still be cooking in her 80s because cooking and hardwork is a part of her.

Read "The war of Art" by Steven Pressfield. The author damaged his first marriage, spent 2 years locked in a cabin writing a novel he never published, and achieved his first success as a writer only at 40. Writing was his passion and calling, he couldn't abandon his dream despite any obstacle.

There are couples of friends and life partners who spend everyday with each other and go everywhere together. I know such people. It is amazing how they can create a small world for two, but it is really to the degree of only one of them answering the phone and never meeting with you without the other despite you being a friend to both equally.

Jaehyun surprises me with his obsession as well. People like him are rare, it doesn't mean they don't exist.

There is a reason the halves of a tight couple start to say "we". And why there is this lore and myths about two halves of a whole. Our brain can extend its impression/image of the body outside of the confines of the physical body. A car or a sword literally become extension of the body of a master. Likewise, a partner becomes a part of you. You start to need him physically and not in a sexual sense.

DoJae work together, but they don't spend every minute together. Therefore it requires a lot for them to get tired of each other. On the contrary, because of the hiding and separate schedules, there is a lack of the time for two. And not just any time, time when they are both awake and energetic, emotionally open and ready to play. A working day is long, and Jaehyun needs regular bonding moments with his bae. He needs social grooming.

Ideally, the family is the safe fortress, a place to find shelter, love and relax in comfort. Granted, few couples or marriages are like that, this is why we find the "correct ones" so unbelieveable.

Doyoung is a source of Jaehyun's happiness. He provides love, support, advice, comfort, familiarity, opportunity to play, etc. Therefore an interaction with him lifts the spirits and helps to get rid of boredome or tiredness.

There are also people who need to be in love to experience the strong feelings of infatuation, the thrill or the butterflies in the stomack. Jaehyun is a romantic. Not just Doyoung, things associated with him bring him joy.

Heck, why go far. Look at the stans of idols. They are obsessed with a parasocial relationship, they don't get much in return from their crush, and they still can't live a day without a new picture of their bias; they can't pass an anti-comment without retaliation, they travel half the globe to attend a concert, spend their last money on paper and plastic trinkets; they archive twits, IG posts, notice when their bias changes earrings, trend new hair colour; they literally get sick just thinking that some event or rumour can hurt their idol. Look at Ling, she's been a Doyoung's fan since Rookies, she works a lot, and is still commited to sort through all the news and translate eveything asap. If anything, it gets worser looking at the new kind of thirsty twits she writes, lol.

Now, look at Do's dedicated fanbase, and now think how Jaehyun actually has the man near him in real life. Gets showered with unending attention and love, and the booty is also his.

#ask me away #i'll be your morning star #he likes the night view

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THE ILLUSTRATED MAN: STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 1951 Ray Bradbury novel, The Illustrated Man. change & alter as needed.

"Do you know where I can find a job?"

"You'll be sorry you asked me to stay. Everyone always is."

"You smoke a little more every morning, and drink a little more every afternoon, and need a little more sedative every night."

"Long before you knew what death was, you were wishing it on someone else. When you were two years old, you were shooting people with cap pistols."

"Nothing ever likes to die — even a room."

"There's a chance we'll be found."

"I know how you feel, [name]. I don't take it personally."

"I don't know why I said that. I guess I wanted to hurt you."

"There wasn't anything there for me, or you, or anybody like us. I've never been sorry I left."

"[Name], I can't be made to do nothing like that."

"It doesn't matter who I am. I'd be just a name to you, anyhow."

"We destroyed everything and ruined everything, like the fools that we were and the fools that we are."

"What happens next is up to all of us."

"Haven't you heard? It's happened."

"Oh, I want to be home. I want to be home."

"You can't trust anyone anymore."

"[Name], if you don't understand, there's no way of telling you."

"This is what I came looking for. I didn't know it, but this is it."

"You're crying like a baby. Stop it."

"Stay if you like. But I'm going on, with the others, as far as I can go."

"It's been a long time, a long, long time, since I relaxed."

"We've enough food for another two days if we're careful."

"I'm not crazy yet, but I'm the next thing to it. I don't want to go out that way."

"Promise me you won't be like me."

"Next time I come home, I'm home to stay."

"We have reached a new land, so we must have new eyes. We shall hear new sounds, and must needs have new ears."

"Love has to do with humor, doesn't it? For you cannot love someone unless you put up with him, can you? And you cannot put up with someone constantly unless you can laugh at him. Isn't that true?"

"I haven't feared death for a good many years, [name]."

"Can't you recognize the human in the inhuman?"

"May I come again, someday, that I may learn from you?"

"What would you do if you knew that this was the last night of the world?"

"It's not a matter of deserving. It's just that things didn't work out."

"I'll have nothing to do with you terrible people!"

"War begets war. Destruction begets destruction."

"Memories, as my father once said, are porcupines. To hell with them! Stay away from them! They make you unhappy. They ruin your work. They make you cry."

"You die each day, and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat. But never go back and lift the lids, because you've died a couple thousand times in your life, and that's a lot of corpses, each dead a different way, each with a worse expression. Each of those days is a different you, somebody you don't know or understand, or want to understand."

"We're all fools all the time. It's just we're a different kind each day. We think, I'm not a fool today. I've learned my lesson. I was a fool yesterday, but not this morning. Then tomorrow, we find out that, yes, we were a fool today, too. I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we're not perfect, and live accordingly."

"I'm getting worse, aren't I? I thought so. This morning, when I woke up, I thought, I'm getting worse."

"I've never enjoyed myself so much in my life."

"You've got the wrong person. My name is not [name]."

"The rabbits may hide in the forest, but a fox can always find them."

"Really, you've both been incredibly romantic, running away from your responsibilities."

"The car's in the repair shop. It'll be ready at four this afternoon. Then we'll get the hell out."

"Don't you realize what'll happen when they discover your talent? They'll fight over you. They'll kill each other, kill you, for the right to own you."

"Oh, but I don't belong to anybody. No, not even you."

"Your first night out in years, and you go home at ten o'clock."

"I recall that I was quite firm on the subject."

"You won't mind waiting a moment, will you? I have to make a phone call."

"In order to make a good fight, you got to have a new way of surprising people."

"Someone should go who could tell it well on returning. You have a way with words."

"I will buy your ticket today. You can leave next week."

"I can go, can't I? And you'll like me when I come back?"

"We will remember it for always, [name]. We will never forget."

"You're the best father in the world."

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