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bougiebutchbitch · 2 years

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to get the bad taste in my mouth that seeing that last ask of yours left me, I'd love to hear your Naruto AND Kakashi thoughts about their actual platonic relationship in canon!

kldsjfsdfg thank you T^T

I love them so muuuuuuch. I know there's a certain subset of the fandom that's like 'Kakashi was never there for Naruto when he was a kid, he's a Bad Guy' while conveniently forgetting that Kakashi was what?? 13/14 when Minato died and Naruto was born???? And still very much going through his majorly depressed/suicidal ANBU phase where he was taking the most dangerous missions and hoping they killed him because he didn't want to kill himself like his father did.

AND MORE IMPORTANTLY: KISHIMOTO WAS WRITING ON THE FLY AND WANTED TO GIVE NARUTO A TRAGIC BACKSTORY AND PROBABLY WASN'T THINKING ABOUT HOW KAKASHI TIED INTO IT lskfhjlskdgsdgksdg (sorry this gets my goat).

So: my Watsonian theory is that Kakashi was up to his neck in depression and PTSD and was in no state to take care of himself, let alone a child (or two kids, after Itachi (Kakashi's kouhai who he also probably felt a lot of responsibility for) killed the rest of Sasuke's family.) He only really started healing once he got Team Seven and honestly would've been a pretty terrible parental figure before that moment.

Like, he already wasn't perfect, even if he tried. But it could've been so much worse. Having a suicidal parent is not fun in the slightest and an awful weight to put on young kids.

But now we've gotten that out the way....

I LOVE NARUTO SO MUCH! He's a smiley sunshine boy but with so much hate and hurt stored up in his heart. I love how he starts off lashing out at everyone and everything and chasing any attention, even negative attention, just to feel seen. But then, with the help of Team Seven especially, he really starts applying himself and trying to improve his skills rather than just acting like the class clown. I love how deeply he takes Kakashi's message of break the rules of authority in order to do the right thing to heart.

(AT FIRST, at least. We can talk about how this message was sadly diluted throughout the series another time. Rip to the original Team Seven Hellraisers who all were ready to fight back against The System).

Like, sure, Naruto never cared that much about authority in the beginning, other than wanting to take it for himself (on another note, I do love how 'I WANNA LEAD SO PEOPLE WILL RESPECT ME' morphs to 'I wanna lead to protect my people and change the awful way our world is run'. That's great character development! Even if I wish it had been pushed further haha.)

But Kakashi was an authority figure himself. One who told Naruto that he and his friends' willingness to disobey him for the sake of helping each other was precisely why he liked them and thought they had potential. I think that really helped Naruto put his initial character trait of instinctively pushing back against authority for the sake of it into a different perspective. Kakashi imparted a whole new ethos to him: 'don't fight the system for attention - but don't be afraid to fight the system when the system is wrong'.

Add to all this that Naruto was CRAVING love and affection. I will never not be over how Kakashi hits Naruto with 'I would die to protect you :smileyface:' during that fight with Zabuza - then pulls a SHOCKED PIKACHU FACE when Naruto refuses to ababdon him.

YEAH OF COURSE NARUTO'S GONNA LATCH ONTO YOU, YOU GOOBER. YOU TAUGHT HIM TO ALWAYS DEFEND HIS FRIENDS DESPITE ORDERS TO THE CONTRARY AND THEN PULLED A FREAKING IRUKA ON HIM.

HE LOVES YOU NOW. YOU CAN'T GET RID OF HIM.

Hatake Kakashi, you have been dad-dopted by a plucky orphan. This is your life.

ThEn We HaVe KaKaShI's PeRsPeCtIvE -

I mean, Naruto is Minato's kid. Who Kakashi probably feels a WHOLE LOT of guilt for abandoning, plus maybe a teeny bit of resentment against Kurama (though I feel like Kakashi's wise enough to move past that and see Naruto as a kid rather than anything else). He looks JUST like Minato and acts JUST like Kushina: the people who helped to take care of Kakashi after his own father died.

Like. The parallels are Right There. The anime makes them EXPLICIT, using the exact same backdrop and lighting and themes on scenes of baby Kakashi and baby Naruto.

Kakashi also knows what it's like to grow up as a pariah, thanks to the village's treatment of his father (my heart is still breaking about how he was legitimately afraid to show emotion and break any rule... baby.) Yeah, he was hated to a lesser degree due to the lack of a Giant Demon Fox sealed in his belly, but what he went through was no less damaging. Especially as every time he reached out to someone and allowed himself to form a connection... THEY DIED HORRIBLY.

Now he has Naruto on his squad: the bratty, badly socialised child of two of those Dead People who meant the entire world to him. Naruto is reckless and loud and obnoxious. He's hurt and traumatised and angry at the whole village. He's craving guidance and care.

Now, I don't think Hatake 'self-loathing' Kakashi believes he's the right person to give Naruto either of those things. If we're going the Watsonian route, he basically ignored Naruto for TWELVE YEARS because of his own issues. Of course he's gonna blame himself for that. Our sad wet-cat scrunkly man blames himself for everything.

But HE'S THERE NOW.

So, he's gonna make Naruto eat his veggies. He's gonna train him to fight so he's not killed by their horrible world. He's gonna try to keep the TICKING TIMEBOMB THAT IS TEAM SEVEN together.

And when it all falls apart, he's gonna hug Naruto. He's gonna hug him a lot.

I think he hugs/carries Naruto more than he shows physical affection for any other character??? And like. Just. AHHHH MY HEART. I need to reblog that big amazing collection of all their huggy moments again (was that a Skykashi post?? I THINK SO <3)

I'm forever obsessed with the contrast between that one manga panel of Naruto glomping him with 'MASTER KAKASHI I LOVE YOU' and Kakashi going 'ugh get off you're embarrassing me', compared with ALL THE TIMES KAKASHI CUDDLES NARUTO OR CARRIES HIM AROUnd AHHHHHHH

I headcanon that Kakashi TRIED to keep Naruto at arms length. He TRIED. He's scared of making connections and caring about other people, after all. But Naruto was always RIGHT THERE, reminding Kakashi that his rules about never leaving friends behind goes in both directions, never giving up on anything he wanted to achieve, forever looking ahead to the future - in such a stark contrast to Kakashi's tendency to get lost in the past.

Obviously, I think meeting Kakashi and receiving that Big Brother-type support throughout his life changed Naruto for the better. Even in Boruto, we still see how Kakashi is always the one Naruto looks up to and goes to for help and reassurance!

But I think meeting the kids - especially Naruto - saved Kakashi, too. Depressed assassin gets reverse-adopted by plucky orphans + sakura and slowly starts to look forward rather than backwards and find a new purpose in the world outside of murder... what an arc!

#spoilers: I love them #in which I rant for several paragraphs about how much I love Kakashi and Naruto

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pantherlover · 9 months

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An Artificial Night Re-Read: Part 1

Hello again! It took me a little longer to get started on this book, but I'm back to re-read An Artificial Night. I'm *very* excited for this book; this was the one that made me a ride-or-die reader of the series, so I'm interested in seeing what I can pick up from it now that we know about the series. Please feel free to discuss things with me! It makes everything much more fun.

Chapter One:

Is Dame Altair ever mentioned again? I don't think so.

This might be one of my favourite openings. Low stakes job! Danny's trying to get Toby to have a life! The Brown kids!

I feel like Danny's reaction to the Barghests being 'awww! This thing that kill people a dozen different ways is so cute!' and to adopt them all demonstrates the biggest reason why Toby and Danny are such good friends.

We get an April mention! It's nice to see her enjoying herself, even (especially?) if its' at Toby's expense.

'I don't know. How about you call that King of Cats guy I used to see you with?' How often did Tybalt follow her around, even when they 'hated' each other, that Danny knew him? I don't think they met each other in the first book, and they didn't see each other at all in the second.

Do we know what age fae children typically start going to mortal school? Toby mentions that the only Brown kid that's currently living on a mortal schedule is Cassandra. Karen's eleven, so she should have control over her magic by now, so it's not learning how to hold illusions that means that hey can go to school. Do they just go for high school? Or is it just the nobility that sends their kids for a few years of mortal school?

I *love* that the Brown kids call Toby Aunt Birdie. And the Brown kids love her soooooo muuuuuuch.

'If I'd been juggling that many kids, I would have demanded whiskey and duct tape instead of offering them things bound to make them even more hyperactive.' Says the woman who's house is going to be a second home for, like, half a dozen kids? And I'm pretty sure routinely hosts pizza nights? Although maybe she thinks it's different 'cause all of her kids are teenagers.

Here's a mention of how little Stacy's aging and how much all of the kids look like her.

Andy's cake sounds amazing; I want Kerry to make me a cake with sugar dinosaurs.

Chapter Two:

Poor Spike; the cats are always ganging up on him. You would think the fact that he has *thorns* would make him a little harder to bully, but smaller animals seem to have a knack for intimidating animals who should definitely be able to handle them.

Re-reading has definitely made me feel much worse for Rayseline and Connor. Rayseline's nature was literally fighting itself, and she wasn't getting anywhere near enough support for what she'd gone through. And it was very unfair to expect Connor to be able to 'fix' her when he barely had any support of his own. I don't know if they would've been capable of being friends if Rayseline hadn't been tearing herself apart, but I'm sad that they never had the chance to try.

May's here!!!! Yayyyyyyyyy!!!!!

So here, May's says that the reason she's here is because Toby's going to die soon. In later books, Toby says that Fetches aren't *actually* portents of death, it's just that the people who'd create Fetches tend to be the type of people who have short lifespans (correlation does not equal causation). Wouldn't the Fetches themselves know that? Or does it normally work like that and it's just that Toby's an unusual case?

I am veeeeeeeeery curious about where Toby's met a Fetch before.

Has anyone ever written a fic of May trying things out and figuring out what she likes? I think that would be interesting to explore.

'Fragments of plate crunched underfoot, cutting my feet. I didn't care. It didn't matter. When you're waiting to die, you have bigger things to worry about than a little bit of blood.' I cannot believe I didn't pick up that Toby's pain tolerance/healing abilities were above average. Who just walks over *shattered plates* and is? Fine??

Chapter Three:

We're already getting into the quest and Toby a) hasn't slept enough and b) hasn't eaten enough. This isn't a great start for her this book.

Karen, Jessica, and Andrew were very lucky that Blind Michael didn't realize that they were Titania's children. It's interesting to think about how Titania would've reacted if she'd known who she was - I can't decide if she'd take it as an opportunity to get rid of them or be deeply insulted that a son of Maeve would Dare steal *her* children and just raze everything to the ground.

Spike reacting so strongly because he was created from a Blodynbryd is a neat detail I didn't pick up the first time.

Oh, poor Mitch. His kids keep getting sucked into things much bigger than them, and he can't do anything but watch.

That's it for now! As always, please come and discuss things with me!

#October Daye #An Artificial Night #Reread Project

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 2 years

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Goodness you nailed it, exactly the tone of the things I was thinking about with the nagging. The building frustration because he loves these people, they’re his family, but they still have flaws they’re still blind to all the directions he’s pulled. And just… “these people don’t have the right to love him when they don’t know him”

I don’t know how much thought went into that line, whether it just flowed out and fit or you intended it to be so hard hitting. Cause it was, it was like a gut punch and something about that combined with the sheer exhaustion emanating from your words just left me all knotted up inside. Beautiful job as always, and I never thought of the fact that yeah, until Mordred came around, he really was kinda the baby of the group, especially in the beginning before destiny weighed him down

(Referencing This Post)

I am!! At long last!! Back on my laptop!! I've missed you guys :D

And thank you so muuuuuuch!!!

In regards to that line “these people don’t have the right to love him when they don’t know him” it was a mix of the two! It sort of just happened, the way most of my words do, but once I wrote it out I was determined to keep it just because of how hard hitting and angsty and profound it is. Merlin, I feel, has always had self worth issues, partly due to Arthur and Gaius and Hunith and their treatment of him/his magic, partly because of the fact that he's a selfless person, and selfless people tend to disregard their own worth anyway, and partly because he can't help but see himself through other's eyes (servant/weak/helpless). This all means that he can't... justify, in his own mind, people genuinely caring about and loving him. Add in the fact that his whole life is basically a charade as well... you get this weird mix of not believing people care because it's a charade they supposedly love, and said charade isn't even worthy of being loved. PLUS believing they'd turn on his should they see what's behind the charade.

I have no idea if that makes sense to anyone but me, but I tried my best to articulate my thoughts😅

And yeah!! It's super weird to think about the fact that like... bar Mordred and Elyan, all of Arthur's top knights, who all report to him, are like... years older than him. Imagine being like... twenty and having thirty year olds following your orders?? Wild.

ANYWAY!! I'm still in the very early stages of writing #48 and #32 from This List, so it'll be a little while until they land, but feel free to send me messages and questions for me to answer in the mean time!!!!

#bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #send requests #send asks #asks #requests #bamf merlin #hurt merlin #merlin thoughts #merlin has imposter syndrome

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0nan · 2 years

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yah, I miss her. Like a loooooooot. And I guess I never missed anyone this much. 🤣🤣 Too bad, it’s painful. Just painful. The accumulated sadness within my brain plus the loneliness felt from missing someone who you’ll never get the chance to reach again, is just too muuuuuuch. HAHAHAHA My head’s filled with thoughts of failing my new job, failing my previous dreams, disappointing my mom for those dreams that I shared with her, wishing that I was the one who died and not my dad or my grandmother, and missing her. yeeeaahh. It’s Sunday already, I should be okay by now. I guess some things are just too much for me, some things are never meant for me. Ngl, I’m hoping I’d disappear soon. 💀💀

Oh and hey, I’m sorry for always being sad in this website. I just don’t have anyone to talk to about this or anywhere else to release it. I’d understand if you guys unfollow me, this dreadful blog of mine isn’t about sunshine and rainbows, it’s the darkness filling the void in my chest and the rampant noise inside my head. Getting way too nasty, even for myself. LIKE I FEEL SAD EVEN WHEN I BACKREAD 🤣🤣🤣🤣 WTF IS WRONG WITH ME. I’m the wrong person, yeah. Peace out.

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scrapnik · 2 years

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1.how would you describe your style

like a guy who goes "well, this is a drawing, but what if i put fucking 5 billion overlays and gradient maps and textures on it?" and thats the only thing that remains consistent upon all of mine drawthings

10. how many different sketches do you usually have until your piece is finished

ok now this is scary , sometimes i am able to just draw no sketch (usually i employee this method uponth mspaint i think i only sketched like. once there. ) , but, usually ONE sketch, but its really scary sometimes i do TWO now and its really scary i dont know why it happens but it scares me ..

16. favorite media to work with when drawing traditionally

ILOVE MARKERS....... i love u markers so muuuuuuch i never draw traditionally its very rare but i love u markers....... check it out

i usedmarkers for th hair and backgroun and eye cut i love u marker!!

21. something you would like to improve on

iwanna.......... get better at drawing faces...... and anatamoy....... i want people to look at least like, i dont know. less cartoony. but. it s hard. so. i don tdo it. but. i would like to. AND also i wanna learn2 paintdigitally AND i wantto stop using 1 million overlays <- he wont stop STOP HIM!!!!!! he wont

#HI RAYMOND THANK U RAYMOND WE LOVE U!!!!! THANKU FOR SENDING ASK!!!!!#ILOVE WHENPEOPLE SEND ME !!#YA!Y!!! yipee!!#response

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wonderful-bellies · 4 years

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Hi there so I just wanted to say you are fabulous!!! And are loved by so many people ❤️ don’t ever forget you are loved and wanted! I love you -hugs you- your gonna get through this!

aaaaa thank you friend thank you ;-; -huuuuuugs-

#i just gotta remember that im ok in my worst moments you know #and get over my guilt of being slow at recovery #i love you guys so muuuuuuch uhg #what did i do to deserve the best followers in the world UHG #Anonymous

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mizunetzu · 3 years

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Atsumu + Alcohol

If you make him drunk, I will hug you. Also, glad to see you’re back! :>

He’s drunk. Hug me. Now. But ehehe it makes me happy that you’re glad I’m back :,) NOW HERES DRUNK ATSUMU!

Also only @shiny-bun wanted to be tagged sobs reeeeeaaaal confidence booster I know :,)

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Atsumu x reader - Sweet, Sweet Lies Called Drunk Miya Atsumu

⚠️warnings - mentions of alcohol through the fic. reader records videos of atsumu drunk whenever he sees him. It isn’t in a sexual way at all; and reader doesn’t touch atsumu unconsentually at all. Just likes to watch him drunk bc he loves him still :,)

Also: FUCKING ANGST. you know it’s fuckign angsty when I got emotional writing it. Also, grammarly proof read it don’t trust it.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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“I think we should break up.”

(Y/n) blinked, before down casting his head. He said nothing for a while, before opening his mouth again bluntly.

“...ok.”

Atsumu furrowed his brows. He gripped the coffee mug resting on the cafe table just a bit harder. He certainly wasn’t expecting that answer. “...Ya aren’t gonna ask why? Yer just ok with it?”

“Well,” (Y/n) emotionlessly bit into a small biscuit. His expression was unreadable, blank like a piece of paper. “It’s not like I can change your mind, ‘Tsumu.”

“But...can I at least know why?”

The two went silent. Atsumu pursed his lips, trying to find the words to say while (Y/n) sat there expectantly. Eventually, Atsumu looked back up from his coffee mug.

“S’a lot of reasons, I think. ‘M busy with volleyball, ‘specially since it’s my job now,” Atsumu chuckled awkwardly. It was true, with the Black Jackals, he was being paid to do something he loved. “And...I...”

“I think I found a girl I really like.”

(Y/n) looked down at his lap numbly. He already knew it was coming, he wasn’t blind to the faint lipstick marks Atsumu tried to wipe away when he came home, or the smell of expensive perfume that stained him when he would come back from ‘practice’. He knew, he knew yet...

“Ah.”

Was all he could say.

——

Atsumu downed his third can of cheap beer, hissing loudly and slamming it down on the bar.

“I hate life! M’gonna fuckin’...! Run away and shit!”

Sakusa hummed. “Oh no. What happened now.”

Loud, irritating club music blared through the bar’s speakers. Atsumu slumped over the counter, making Sakusa and Bokuto lean back.

“Oi! ‘Tsum-Tsum! What’s wrong buddy?” Bokuto poked repeatedly at Atsumu’s head, making him groan and pathetically try and flick his hand away.

“M’...M’so sad...” Atsumu whimpered. Sakusa rolled his eyes while Bokuto frowned. Atsumu continued to mumble sadly into his arms until he slowly became more agitated, and whipped his drunken head up.

“Shoyo’s got a nice boyfriend! That fuckin’...Kodzuken youtuber dude! Why can’t I! If I were Shoyo, I’d be laying on my boyfriend’s lap and bein’ all cute and shit —but here I am! Fuckin’ drinkin’ and bitchin’ and fuckin’...fuck! Fuckin’ Shoyo! Fuckin’ Kodzuken! Fuckin’—”

“But didn’t you just break up with that girl you were seeing for like, months now? Thought you were straight, man!” Bokuto said, playing with the little garnish on his drink. Atsumu deadpanned, swallowing thickly before letting his head thump down onto the table.

“Thought I was. M’gayer than if unicorns shat me out.”

Sakusa sipped on his fancy, green drink. “Is this about (L/n)-san, again-“

“‘Course it’s about (Y/n)!”

Atsumu waved at the bartender to grab him another drink. The bartender looked him up and down, before shrugging and leaving off to grab another beer. Sakusa looked at Atsumu with a disappointed expression.

“You do realize that every time we drink, you get shit-faced drunk, complain about (L/n)-san, call (L/n)-san, then he picks you up and you wake up in his house because he’s too nice to refuse to pick you up. And you regret and bitch to me every single time.” Sakusa closed his eyes and took a long sip from his drink. “Honestly I don’t know why I still come with you guys if I know it’s gonna end up like this.”

“Hey! ‘Tsum-Tsum has his problems and he’s just letting them out!” Bokuto defensively waved his arms around, gesturing to Atsumu on the table, laying down his head in his arms. Both Sakusa and Bokuto were pretty sure he was ugly sobbing. Or at least babbling nonsense that sounded like sobs.

“He can’t even sit up straight. And Miya-san was the one who broke up with (L/n)-san for another girl. He has no right to be complaining.”

“S-Still! ‘Tsumu’s the homie! Let him rant!” Bokuto chugged down his drink.

Sakusa fished his phone out of his pocket. He scrolled down his list of contacts, before clicking on one that read ‘(L/n)-san. (Atsumu’s pick-me-up)’. The phone’s screen turned black, displaying (Y/n’s) profile pic with a ‘contacting...’ right under it in fine print.

“Sure, Bokuto-san. Whatever you want.”

——

“Fuckin’...let go of me, Omi!” Atsumu slurred. He, however, made no attempt to push Sakusa off as he dragged him outside the bar. Bokuto had long gone, and Atsumu was a few drinks overdue for his trip home.

Sakusa sighed, standing out in the cold with his mask pulled up to his face. Atsumu lolled his head onto Sakusa’s shoulder, either in an attempt to push him off or just pure drunkenness. “Don’t drool on me, Miya-san.” Sakusa cringed.

Atsumu was about to retort back, until both his and Sakusa’s attention was drawn to a home-y, black car that pulled up right in front of them. The driver’s door clicked open, and someone in a baggy sweater and sweatpants emerged from the car.

“Please take him, (L/n)-san. I’m sorry for always calling you to-”

“It’s fine!” (Y/n) chuckled, opening the passenger’s side door for Sakusa to throw Atsumu’s body in. “‘Tsumu’s been drinking a lot, huh? Isn’t this the third time this month I had to pick him up?”

Atsumu groaned when Sakusa clipped in his seatbelt. He sighed when Atsumu began tugging at it like a child, not knowing how to unbuckle it himself. “Actually, it’s the fourth time. But he has a reason today, I think.”

“He finally broke up with Yumena-san.”

Breath hitched in (Y/n’s) throat. He covered his shock up with a smile, however, and closed the car door with Atsumu in it. “Aw. Well, I better uh, drive him home, now. Bye-bye, Sakusa-kun.”

Sakusa nodded. (Y/n) stepped into his car tentatively. Ignoring the way Atsumu was still tugging at his seatbelt, he started up the car, and drove.

“I’m...sure you won’t mind sleeping over at my place again...right, ‘Tsumu?” (Y/n) mumbled, more to himself than to the drunktard sprawled out onto his car seat. He silently unlocked his phone, tapping on the camera app and propping his phone up on his dash. He hit record, and withdrew his hand back to the steering wheel. Atsumu eyed it suspiciously, before shrugging it off sleepily.

“Naaaah…” Atsumu slurred. He threw his head haphazardly onto the armrests separating his seat from (Y/n’s), trying to get as close to his ex as possible. “Yer apartment smells good...I miss it...I miss you…”

Shifting so he was still laying on the armrest, Atsumu tucked his arm under his head like a pillow. “Yer so...pretty…love you so much...”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. Atsumu smiled dumbly, pointing a finger gun at (Y/n). “We should-you and I should like, totally get back together n’ shit…” Atsumu stopped, letting out a hiccup, before continuing. “I miss you...n’ I love you…”

Stopping at a red light, (Y/n) looked down at Atsumu, who was staring back at him with half-lidded eyes. (Y/n) averted his gaze, chuckling awkwardly. “...You don’t mean that. You’re just drunk.”

Atsumu shot up. “But I do! M’so sad without you!” Atsumu loosened his seatbelt enough so he could rest his face on (Y/n’s) forearm. “You were the best thing in my life, n’ I need you back! I love you so muuuuuuch!”

(Y/n) stayed quiet for a second, glancing at his camera pointed directly at Atsumu nuzzling his face into his arm. He slowed the car to a stop, taking out his keys and pressing the ‘Stop’ button on his phone. He slipped both of them into his pockets.

“We’re here. C’mon, get up.” (Y/n’s) voice was barely above a whisper. After sitting in his car for a while, he finally got up, and walked over to the other side to haul Atsumu’s corpse-of-a-body out of his seat. “Fuck...sometimes I wish my apartment wasn’t on the third floor-’Tsumu! You can walk if I support you, right? I’m not carrying you.”

Atsumu pressed all his weight against (Y/n). “What if I want my boyfriend to carry me like a princess n’ shit…”

“I’m-” (Y/n) swallowed. His voice was quiet and shaky again. “I’m not your boyfriend. You say stupid things when you’re drunk...”

Atsumu was about to protest, when (Y/n) looped his arm under his own arm.

“Let’s go. You need rest.”

The walk to (Y/n’s) apartment was silent.

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Atsumu pouted, eyeing down the way Kenma was showing a video on his phone to Hinata and smiling. Hinata grinned widely, his eyes glued to Kenma’s phone screen until an obnoxious sigh drew his eyes away.

“Why’d ya even invite me here...M’just third wheelin’ on yer guys's little date time.” Atsumu frowned, dramatically slumping in his seat. Kenma hunched his shoulders down, suddenly becoming very aware of the way Atsumu not-so-subtly stared him down. He brought his coffee cup to his lips, trying to hide behind the cup itself.

Hinata defensively wrapped his arms around Kenma. “Oiiiii! We invited you over because you always get super-duper depressed after waking up hungover at (L/n’s)!”

“I’m more depressed now that yer all cuddly-wuddly with yer frickin’ boyfriend while m’sitting here with my single ass!”

“Miya wakes up hungover at (Y/n’s)?” Kenma quietly asked Hinata. He nodded. Atsumu started flailing his arms around, trying to get Hinata to stop talking, but he didn’t seem to take the hint.

“Every time he goes drinking, he ends up crying about how much he still loves (L/n)—and ends up either calling him or someone else calls him to go pick him up. Either way, he wakes up super embarrassed and awkward in (L/n’s) bed and sulks the rest of the time at practice.”

Atsumu sat there, feeling like he’d been shoved to the front of a volleyball court completely naked. Kenma blinked, before looking down again.

“Oh.”

“That’s all yer gonna say-!?”

“I guess it kind of makes sense, now.”

Atsumu stopped mid-sentence, looking at Kenma with a confused expression. Kenma tried to dodge Atsumu’s eyes again, this time tugging on Hinata’s sleeve.

“...What makes sense now?”

Kenma had the look of ‘I said too much.’, trying to change the topic or hoping Hinata would swoop in and change it for him. But alas, no such thing happened. “I don’t think (Y/n) would…”

Hinata suddenly tugged back at Kenma’s sweatshirt, gesturing to turn around with him for a private conversation. They both turned their heads, mumbling out little ‘video-!’, ‘(Y/n)-!’ and ‘Atsumu-!’s here and there. Atsumu glanced from Hinata, to Kenma, before pouting that he’d been left out of the conversation.

Eventually, both Kenma and Hinata turned around again, looking directly at Atsumu. He stared back at them with doe-like confused eyes, when Kenma fished out his phone.

“If we show you, you promise to act like you never knew at all?” Hinata childishly extended his pinky finger out to Atsumu, to which he nodded vigorously and hooked his own pinky with his. Kenma piped up.

“The reason I said it made sense was because I found a folder in (Y/n’s) phone titled, and I quote: ‘Sweet, Sweet, Lies called Drunk Miya Atsumu (watch when sad)’. They’re filled with video’s of you, drunk, blabbing about how much you love him.”

Atsumu stared at Kenma.

“Yer fuckin’ lyin’.”

“I’m...really not.” Kenma turned his phone screen around, displaying a video filmed in what seemed to be (Y/n’s) car. Atsumu leaned down and peered at the video, seeing his head frozen in place in the corner of the screen. Kenma felt around for the play button, tapping until it started playing.

Atsumu watched the video in horror, his face going milk white as he watched himself cry and sob about how much he wanted to get back with (Y/n). Right in front of him. The video ended, and Atsumu looked up with the hope of getting hit with a bus.

“How...did you get-”

“I airdropped this one to myself when (Y/n) was in the bathroom one day because I found this one funny.” Kenma mumbled, turning his phone around and inspecting the screen. “There’s millions of them on his phone, this one isn’t even the worst. Some of them are in his apartment when he’s trying to get you into bed, and I think there’s one where you beg him to cuddle with yo-”

“Stop! Stop! No more!” Atsumu covered his face, embarrassed. Kenma let his mouth fall shut, while Hinata snickered into his drink. Atsumu let his head smack onto the table. “What did I do to deserve this…”

“Hey!” Hinata quipped, his positive voice making Atsumu’s brain hurt. “You know what that means, right?”

“That (Y/n) probably wants blackmail or revenge on me for breaking up with him?” Atsumu grumbled into his hands.

“Wh-no, what,” Kenma said. “He means-”

“(L/n) still loves you! I mean-he saves videos of you saying you love him to watch when he is sad or lonely or whatever, that means he loves you still! It was even in the title!”

Atsumu glared at Hinata like he was squinting at the sun. Kenma shrugged.

“S’true. He told me himself he watches them when he goes to sleep n’stuff.”

“Yer lyin’.”

“Was he lying when he showed you the video?” Hinata raised his eyebrow.

Atsumu opened his mouth, before letting it clamp shut and shaking his head ‘no’.

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Clinging to his side like a kicked puppy, (Y/n) found himself nursing a drunk, sobbing Atsumu at his apartment once more.

“Tsum-” (Y/n) struggled to stick his key in his door’s keyhole with the way Atsumu was quite literally hanging off him. It was like he was trying to pull (Y/n) to the ground with him. “Atsumu! I’m trying to-”

“Don’t leaaaaave meeee! I love you!” Atsumu sobbed. He wiped his messy face onto (Y/n’s) jacket.

Finally sticking the key inside and turning it, (Y/n) pushed open the door and patted at Atsumu’s ruffled hair. “I’m not leaving, ‘Tsumu. Just taking you to bed, is all. We’re still...friends...I think.”

“Don’t wanna be your friend.” Atsumu sniffled, as he staggered into (Y/n’s) room with the support of his body. He was thrown on the bed with a loud groan, as (Y/n) went to grab his phone. “We were meant to be together...boyfriends...soulmates…!”

“I wish you meant that,” (Y/n) chuckled, setting up his phone, pointing it at his bed and pressing record. “Gave it up after the fifth time you came here sloppy drunk, though. It really is just you talking out of your ass.”

The hint of bitterness in (Y/n’s) voice increased unsteadily, wavering like a candlelight. “I-I mean, you say all these nice things-then the next morning you either deny everything you said, or leave before I can even say goodbye! Or you don’t even remember most of the time!”

(Y/n’s) disgruntled laugh made Atsumu blink. He eventually simmered down, looking down at the floor and busying himself with searching through his desk.

“That’s okay though. I have these little videos of your lies to keep me company. I can live with that just fine.” (Y/n) turned to Atsumu, holding up painkillers and setting them atop the desk. “...Sorry for problem-dumping on you, ‘Tsumu. I know you want sleep.”

“Don’t take these yet. They’re for tomorrow.” (Y/n) rattled the painkillers in their box, before producing a water bottle and extending it to Atsumu. He looked at the bottle like it was some foreign object. The water sloshed around when (Y/n) swirled it around Atsumu’s face. “It’s for your hangover tomorrow. Drink up, ‘Tsum-Tsum.”

“Only if you cuddle with me.”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. “No.”

“Then m’not drinkin’ the fuggin’ water!”

“Atsum-!” (Y/n) sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He set down the bottle of water on his nightstand, and rested his hands on his hips. “...If I give you a tiny hug, will you drink all the water and go to sleep?”

Atsumu nodded vigorously.

(Y/n) expected him to stand up and give him a hug, but instead, he opened his arms and sat expectantly, waiting for something to crawl between them. He was so far back on the bed, (Y/n) would probably have to lay awkwardly in his chest until he was satisfied.

So that's what (Y/n) did, after what felt like hours of contemplating and clenched jaws. He bit his lip, climbing slowly towards Atsumu on the bed. Atsumu smiled dumbly, and scooped him up in his arms like a claw machine.

What Atsumu didn’t expect, was (Y/n) to stiffen up, surprised, before melting into his arms pathetically. He clumsily wrapped his arms around Atsumu’s torso, his body curling into the shape of his own like dough. He let his head slump in the crook of Atsumu’s neck, taking in a shaky, deep breath and sighing heavier than he meant to.

(Y/n) figured he must’ve forgotten how much he relished being wrapped up in Atsumu’s arms, because he found himself not wanting to let go of Atsumu’s shirt that reeked of alcohol.

Still, after what was probably only a few candid seconds, (Y/n) pushed himself away from Atsumu, who slumped back on the bed confused, and wobbled his way back onto his feet.

“There…” (Y/n) breathed. He had the most unreadable expression, and his voice was quiet and raspy. “Now-now drink th-the water...you promised.”

Atsumu shrugged, swiping the water from the nightstand, and chugging it sloppily. (Y/n) went to work removing Atsumu’s socks, pants, and other things uncomfy to sleep in, until he was left in his boxers and t-shirt. Atsumu stared at (Y/n) sleepily, as he grabbed a spare pillow and blanket, and threw them on the swivel chair near his desk.

“...Y-Yer not gonna sleep here with me?”

(Y/n) furrowed his eyebrows, reaching over to stop his phone from recording, and curled up on the chair with his pillow. His voice was meek under the thin blanket he wrapped himself in. “You always ask, and i’ll always say no. Honestly I don’t know why you keep asking.”

“You look cold.”

“I’m...really not.”

“S’comfier on the bed.”

“...I like this chair.”

“I can scoot over-”

“Miya, if I give in and cuddle with you, everythings gonna be sunshine and rainbows ‘til the next morning—where you wake up next to me and regret everything! I’m-i’m trying to save your dignity here so stop asking!” (Y/n) croaked. He clutched his blanket tighter. “You’re drunk! You aren’t thinking! I already gave your-your stupid hug so stop it! How do you think I feel!?”

Atsumu rubbed at his head. (Y/n’s) hot face immediately flushed out, his voice quieting down back into his normal voice.

“Ah...I’m...sorry. You’re...tired and I probably shocked you with my-by being loud n’stuff.” (Y/n) bowed his head slightly, before shifting away from Atsumu in his little swivel chair. “Sorry. Go to sleep now. Night, ‘Tsumu.”

When he heard shifting on the bed, (Y/n) grabbed his earphones and turned out the light. Plugging in his earphones hurriedly, he switched on his phone, clicking on the photos app and on today's video of Atsumu to cheer him up. He even caught the hug on camera, so he was looking forward to that.

Dimming his phone's brightness to not disturb Atsumu, (Y/n) scrolled through the video, everything moving in fast-motion until (Y/n) saw himself climb into Atsumu’s arms. He paused the video there, smiling numbly, and taking a screenshot.

Before he could add the video to the rest of his collection of drunk-sumu videos, he was suddenly hauled up and hanging upside down. He was tossed over Atsumu’s shoulder, not even having time to protest before he was thrown carefully onto his own bed.

“Hey-Tsu-” Atsumu said nothing, climbing into the bed gracefully after (Y/n) and pulling the covers over the both of them. “Listen to me-! Let me go-!”

“If yer gonna keep sayin’ shit like...like i’ll regret it in the mornin’...fuckin’... let me,” Atsumu slurred. (Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, but Atsumu beat him to it. “S’my fault…’n...m’gonna deal with it in the mornin’. S-so lemme hold you.”

(Y/n) knitted together his eyebrows, looking conflicted on what he should do. He’d been so, so good at restraining himself from stealing hugs and kisses from Atsumu when he was drunk, and his reward was the videos. If he messed it up now, would Atsumu be too embarrassed to let himself get picked up by (Y/n) when he was drunk? Was he really willing to potentially give up future lovey-dovey drunk videos, and seeing Atsumu tell him he loved him for one night in his arms again?

He was.

(Y/n) relaxed, a numb expression on his face. He was just about done. One last time of drunk Atsumu holding him for a whole night, then it was time to move on. Hell, maybe after tonight, and after explaining to a very-embarassed hungover Atsumu in the morning that “No, we did not have sex,” maybe, just maybe, he would finally delete the videos. The video’s of his ex who didn’t love him anymore, feeding him drunk lies of ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you’, and finally moving on with his life.

(Y/n) ran his fingers through his hair, and let out a tuckered-out sigh. Maybe after he stopped clinging to the past, he could be normal friends with Atsumu Miya again.

(Y/n) looked at Atsumu with dry eyes. He let himself succumb to Atsumu’s warm chest, breathing in his scent for what could possibly be the last time. Atsumu purred happily, adjusting so he could wrap both arms around (Y/n), using one as a pillow for him and another to wrap around his body. (Y/n) hummed dryly.

Atsumu giggled. “...Love you...so much.”

(Y/n), for once out of all the time’s he’d always respond with ‘No, you don’t.’ or ‘You’re just drunk.’, said:

“I love you too.”

“...hehe...he…” Atsumu kissed the crown of (Y/n’s) forehead, before nuzzling it with his nose. “I love you sososo much.”

(Y/n) was quick to respond, even though his throat began closing up and making it hard to speak. You could probably tell he was on the verge of tears. “Me too, ‘Tsumu. I love you most.”

“I love you so much…” Atsumu began, this time his voice way more clearer and sober than what he’d been speaking with this whole night.

“...That i’d pretend m’drunk just to see you again.”

“...”

(Y/n) blinked, not quite processing his words. He shrunk inside Atsumu’s cage-like arms, before timidly meeting Atsumu’s eyes. They seemed much clearer, less hazy from ‘alcohol’, and they stared back at him with it’s usual ‘Atsumu’ look.

“...huh…?”

Atsumu patted (Y/n’s) head. “Yer so cute. I love you so much.”

“Wh-wait-” (Y/n) tried to wriggle his way out of Atsumu’s arms. “You-you’re not-”

“Nope. All I did at the bar tonight was watch Bokkun and Shoyo-kun drink so i’d smell like alcohol. Then I told—well, paid Omi-Omi to call you sayin’ I was drunk again, so I could see what stupid shit I did at your place when I was drunk.”

“Though,” Atsumu nodded at the discarded phone on the ground, next to (Y/n’s) makeshift swivel chair-bed. “I could've just asked to see that video of me. Or the rest of them, ‘coordin’ to Kozume-kun.”

(Y/n) sputtered, trying to find the words to speak, but finding himself too embarrassed to. He’d, finally, been caught red-handed.

He sighed, casting his head down, before crawling out of his bed and taking the walk of shame to his phone. “...You caught me,’Tsu...Atsumu. Caught me real good, Atsumu.”

(Y/n) scrolled through his phone, searching for the album full of his drunk video’s of Atsumu. He clicked on it, then waved his phone around guiltily. He turned the phone around, peering down at it sheepishly. “Don’t worry, I’ll delete all of these...and I...I can drive you home if you want.”

“Nah. M’pretty comfy here.” Atsumu laid back down. “I’d be comfier if you were in my arms again, though.”

Atsumu made grabby arms towards (Y/n). (Y/n) blinked, searching Atsumu for any sort of satire. He found none, and nervously inched toward Atsumu until he was pulled back into his chest. The phone was, once again, forgotten on the floor.

“Wheeeeeey, there we go~” Atsumu nestled down onto the bed, crooning (Y/n) in his arms and stroking his head. “Ain’t that comfy.”

He pressed a small kiss to (Y/n’s) forehead. “Love you. Goodnight~”

“...Wait, n-no you-”

Atsumu pressed another kiss onto (Y/n’s) face, promptly shutting him up. He tried speaking again, just to have another kiss placed onto his face. This cycle went on, (Y/n) trying to voice out his protests just to be hushed with kisses all over his face, until he reduced into a pile of hot tears, melting his face off raw.

Atsumu kissed (Y/n’s) tears away. When more kept coming, Atsumu pulled back, stroking (Y/n’s) hair as gently as he could. Gentle was not a word to describe Miya Atsumu, but he sure as hell would try.

“Stop cryin’...” Atsumu whispered, kissing another falling tear away. “I came here to win ya back, not make you cry…”

“I-I’m sorry-” (Y/n) sobbed out between hics. “I just- I missed you so-”

“I did too.”

They sat there, small hics coming from (Y/n) as Atsumu quietly stroked his hair, and in all honesty, they would have laid there forever. But (Y/n) finally wriggled his way out Atsumu’s grasp, timpering his way to his phone.

He picked it up, fiddling with it, before turning his phone screen around. Atsumu leaned closer.

‘Sweet, Sweet, Lies called Drunk Miya Atsumu (watch when sad) - 0 videos’

“Deleted them all.” (Y/n) murmured. “Figured I wouldn’t need them anymore now that I got you here…”

Atsumu blinked before erupting into a wide smile. He sprang off the bed and attacked (Y/n) with a big, bear hug. “You bet yer ass you won’t!”

He peppered kisses around (Y/n’s) face, and instead of crying, (Y/n) began to smile.

“Stop it-that tickles! ‘Tsumu-!” The red tear stains on (Y/n’s) face were barely noticeable under the flurry of kisses he was under. Atsumu grinned stupidly into (Y/n’s) skin.

“Ya know full well you don’t want me to.”

And he didn’t.

Atsumu pressed one final kiss to (Y/n’s) face, this time, and for the first time in a long time: on his lips.

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I’m really proud of this 👉👈 I’d like it if I could get a lil,,,reblog,,,with thoughts,,,or comments,,,aha ha ha,,,

Lil thing I found funny

#hq x y/n #hq x you #hq x male reader #hq sakusa #msby 4 #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu male reader #hq atsumu #atsumu x male reader #atsumu imagines #atsumu angst #atsumu miya x male reader #miya atsumu x male reader #miya atsumu

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nanaminsonyfans · 4 years

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✨⛰️Bolin Relationship hcs⛰️✨

Masterlist ✨ Requesting Rules

A/N; You know what? fuck it, Bolin headcanons. Wasn’t requested, but whatver man, i wanna write what i want too. that sounded really aggressive i am sorry. Also; reader and bolin have been dating since before season one; so ignore the parts when he was trying to get with other women

Pairing; Bolin x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings; soft bby, teeth rotting fluff, nsfw, cursing, slight angst, bolin gets pegged

SFW

This man-he don’t know how to act right lets be honest

When you first started dating, he was a nervous wreck actually knowing this beautiful person LIKE LIKES him

tries to impress you anyway he can

Pabu sends you love letters and small flowers attached

He takes you on the best dates since you're new to republic city

You got to all of his Pro-Bending matches! You're his cheerleader and even if he doesn't win or he gets hurt you're there to patch em up, or just tell him "You're still my number one! Let's go get noodles!"

You cook for him, you have dishes that you know like the back or your hand but then there are some new things you try and they taste awful

You know this, Bolin knows this, Pabu knows this, but they'll still try to taste it!

Bolin tries to cook too, always ends up in a fire in your kitchen

"Bolin! You know i love you, but don't come cooking in my house than burn it down!" You whine when you get home and smell the smoke

This boy is the BEST at cuddles

vvvv handsy with you, your his little turtleduck

You like the cuddles too, whenever your with Team Avatar, Bolin always holds your hand, hands an arm around your waist, or he's hugging you from behind

His strong arms always make you feel safe, even in the most horrifying of situations

You were a waterbender; you got your bending taken away from Amon in which you went into a deep depression

Almost like Korra's but now you felt worthless to the team

Like, you could protect yourself now, everyone would feel the need to watch you when you didnt want to feel like a burden

Luckily Korra had the ablity to restore that, and once it happened you were so happy

When Eska took a liking to Bolin; you were FUMING, like this emo ass bitch gave YOUR boyfriend and betrothal necklace?

You were from the Northern Watertribe and you knew how the young Prince and Princess were.

"C'mon Y/n, you know i only like you." "Go give that shit to your new girlfriend." You hiss, pushing away the blue roses he got you

You eventually made up after the ANTI FUCKING AVATAR appeared

That shit was scary and you were also fight Eska and Desna in the spirit world, that was wild

After Harmonic Convergence, Korra had awakened the new generation of airbenders

You traveled with them to find said airbenders

Bolin discovered he could lavabend and you discovered you could bloodbend

Bloodbending is fucking metal as hell though okay? It’s very useful

You bloodbended the fuck out of that bitchass lavabender coming for your mans

Like, your the only one that can roast Bolin, not some moustache mushu looking mother fucker.

NSFW

This man is soft as hell

Sex for the first time for both of you was very awkward and confusing

“So uhh, do I do this?” “Ow, Bo, that hurts.” “Oh gosh, sorry.”

Once he got the hang of it, mans became an animal

Remember when i mentioned Eska? He made it up to you with a romantic date and muuuuuuch more

He goes hard when you want him too and slow too

Mans is the king of aftercare

Bolin kisses all the bites and hickeys he left on you with such love it still makes your heart flutter

He’s not really the “I wanna FUCK” Kinda guy, he’s more of a...”Baby, I wanna make love to you all night just to hear those pretty sounds.”

Like i said, he is soft

He will make sure you’re okay with everything in bed, will always ask if you feel good

bby needs that reassurance okay🥺👉👈

If you wanna try something new? *pegging him*

Bolin will be scared at first but be willing to if it makes you happy

Honey, you find his feel good spot FAST

Mf nutted so quick

He found a new kink and so did you

#legend of korra #lok #lok x reader #lok bolin #bolin x reader #lok bolin x reader #bolin x reader fluff #bolin headcanons #lok headcanons #legend of korra x reader #legend of korra fluff #legend of korra headcanons #legend of korra smut

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sigurdjarlson · 2 years

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Okay, so i'm constantly having a dream where Greg's addiction to drugs is developing (like muuuuuuch worse than you think, he tried out heroin and stuff) and I'm extremely curious of how tom rection would look like??

You been reading my mind? I’ve been infatuated with the idea of Greg absolutely spiraling via drugs for a while now. Whether it’s partying with Kendall that got him there or just the result of him casually doing it and becoming more and more reliant on it to feel something, to feel good.

(Nic Braun when will I stop being haunted by your quotes “nothing feels good to Greg. Everything feels bad all the time.” And “Greg never feels safe”)

I’ll push aside Kenstar Gregco party boy au thoughts and see what I can do with where we left off in canon

And while I don’t think that’s probably where they’re going in s4 it would be an interesting and painful route. This life isn’t making him happy, not really. I think he’s fixated on the moments where he is and more so the possibility that one day, if he gets high up enough on the ladder..he will be?

(Which we just have to look at his cousins to know life at the top is empty, devoid of meaning and devoid of love because there’s no room for it there. It twists and perverts love and everything else along with it.

And I think what Greg needs to be happy is love except I think he’s given up on that in regards to his family. And he probably should. The Roys aren’t capable of being the kind of family he needs. They don’t give a fuck about him frankly and he knows that now.

But anyway yes I could see him breaking down more and more even though on a surface level it looks like he’s living the life.

And he doesn’t understand why he’s unhappy but like most things Greg just tries to push what bothers him away/not think about it.

And what “better” way to feel better, if only for a little while? We know he went to Roman for coke because he was anxious. That’s not the best sign? It’s bad enough he’s asking at all but he’s not doing it recreationally here he’s using it as a coping mechanism. And that kind of behavior? Could potentially easily spiral out of control

Especially if his mother has addiction issues like some people have suggested (would really give a lot of weight to his “I don’t do white drugs!” And then him doing them and continuing to do so)

And he has Tom but he doesn’t have Tom. Not in the way he wants him.

And Tom would notice something is off but Greg would deny the fuck out of it.

And the first time some guy he goes home with suggests a speedball he says yes. Sounds fucking great. Except heroin is so much more addictive than coke.

It feels great. The come down not so much but the high? He feels alive for the the first time in a long fucking time since working at Waystar.

And he starts avoiding Tom. Hanging out with other people. It fucking hurts at first but it doesn’t take Tom long to realize there’s something very wrong with Greg.

And Greg’s i’ll just try it this one time becomes maybe one more time…and then I’ll only do it sometimes. And so on…

And Tom notices he’s thinner. Antsy, jumpy, irritable, and seems to bounce between not sleeping at all and falling asleep at his desk.

It’s really not hard to put the pieces together. He knows he’s been partying harder. Tom has done coke before he knows how to have a good time. It’s just..he’s maybe starting to wonder if it’s going too far? Maybe that’s not all he’s fucking doing?

And he finds out because Tom is too nosy to not find out.

Tom? Tom would flip the fuck out. Because now he really knows he’s on a Kendall level spiral if not worse because Kendall still manages to be slightly functional. What the fuck is Greg thinking? He’s going to end up dead.

All he can think about is that all the while he’s been fucking shooting up and snorting whatever he can get he could have easily ended up dead.

Would Tom even fucking know at first? If he overdosed would his new buddies (strangers) even drop him off at a hospital or would they dump him somewhere to die in a ditch somewhere? And then he just seemingly disappears until someone finds his fucking body? Would anyone but Tom even care if he did?

And he’s got horrible thoughts of walking into his apartment and finding him dead with a needle sticking out of his arm.

And he can’t stop thinking about how it can still happen if this doesn’t stop.

Actually..it’s really its not a question of if it will happen but rather when if he continues like this.

Greg looks broken when he calls him on it, looking so thin and ragged, more broken than he’s ever seen him. He wants to scream at him, he wants to fucking cry because he let it get this far and he wants to take Greg somewhere far away from this fucking life. Because it’s literally fucking killing him.

Greg just buries his face in his chest and sobs as he finally breaks, “I wish I was…home. I wanna go home.” He doesn’t know where home is. It’s not with his mom anymore. He can’t face her. His grandfather would be more disgusted with him then ever.

It’s sure as fuck not here at Waystar or with the Roys. He doesn’t even recognize himself in the mirror anymore.

And with Tom holding him close, holding him so tightly it’s almost as if he’s trying to physically keep him from falling apart completely, he thinks maybe home is Tom. The one person who’s always looked after him.

And maybe that’s a start.

#succession asks #asks #tw: drug use #tw: addiction

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moonybadger · 3 years

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Man I like Fire Emblem Three Houses, but sometimes the pacing and focus of the different stories are really... weird??? Like I still haven’t played the Blue Lion route but both Verdant Wind and Crimson Flower feel a little all over the place.

Like, I do get why Edelgard declares war on the church and why she made those decisions, but honestly so much of the buildup in early chapters of that route and Edelgard’s discussions with other characters are about the Slitherers. Edelgard’s background and history is muuuuuuch more tied up in being tortured by the Slitherers and them killing all her siblings then it is about her issues with how the church runs things. And we like??? Never even get a confrontation with them????? It gets left to the epilogue of like “and eventually we went and fought the slitherers and totally kicked their asses”. Edelgard’s political ideology and disagreements with how the church runs things feels a lot less important to her character overall then her history with the Slitherers. You know who else also hates the Slitherers? The church. Who else lost their entire family to the Slitherers? Rhea. THAT might have been a good point of bonding between these two characters, but I don’t think the parallels between them even get brought up in the CF route. Like Edelgard’s hatred of Rhea is SO intense but there isn’t nearly as much of a personal reason for it as her distrust of the Slitherers. I get in in theory, like Rhea and the church have done a kind of fucked up job of running the country and have been lying to everyone about being immortal dragons, but also that has barely affected Edelgard in any personal or meaningful way. I really would have liked a more concrete in-story reason why Edelgard was willing to team up with the Slitherers to take down Rhea. I don’t know, it all just feels really sloppy to me, especially since we don’t even get to kill El’s evil uncle.

And which route do we get to confront the Slitherers??? Claude’s route! The route where he’s fixated on uncovering the church’s secrets and doesn’t trust them at all! Claude’s character gets much more of an in game focus on his desire to change Fodlan for the better, which is a desire that comes into more of a conflict with the church’s goals. The way they find out about the Slitherers is also super last minute, with Hubert leaving them a note that’s like “okay these guys are gonna invade like any second, if you killed me and El then good luck fuckos”. And then Rhea infodumps a bunch of stuff at you.

I’m not saying that Claude’s route is for sure the one where they should have fought the church, but I’m not NOT saying that you know? Honestly I just think his backstory and actions in the early chapters set that potential conflict up way better while Edelgard’s leans a lot more towards confronting the Slitherers.

#fire emblem three houses #meanwhile Dimitri is over in the corner just barely keeping it together #edelgard von hresvelg #claude von riegan #it's not a perfect one to one like I think Claude would also need some kind of more personal beef with the church to declare war on them #but his backstory and what he focuses on in the early chapters lead up to it a lot more #both routes needed work honestly but I'm still mad we didn't get to fight the slitherers in El's route #bored badgering

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gffa · 4 years

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Tagged by @generallkenobi Rules: name ten favorite characters from ten things, then tag ten people. 1. Star Wars - Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker - mmffffmmmfffff, no, you can’t make me choose! I know it seems like I’m probably a bigger fan of Obi-Wan’s, but honestly as much time as I spend thinking about and yelling about Anakin Skywalker, I’m pretty sure they’re tied. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, sobs. I love Obi-Wan because he’s what I aspire to be, someone who is reserved but shows a depth of feeling at the same time, who has his shit together even when the worst happens, he still finds a way to keep getting back up, and still is kind to the galaxy, finds the good in people. Meanwhile, Anakin Skywalker is someone I see so much of myself in, all that messy noise in my head, the anxiety and depression that I read into his character, the fear of rejection that I’ve experienced on a bone-deep level, the disastrous choices he makes are ones that I feel come from a place where I understand what led him to them, and the fear of how hard it is to look within myself and really face myself, that I avoided it for a lot of years because it was too terrifying. I trash talk him a lot and I yell about the shitty choices he made, but it’s never without the understanding that I feel I understand why he made them and why they resonate so powerfully with me. 2. Sailor Moon - Tsukino Usagi - My forever girl! Usagi’s journey, especially in the manga, as someone who was emotionally fragile and would rather die than live without her special people, to someone who stands up and says, no, this time I’ll be the one to save them! That her journey being told, from that fragile person to that strong person, was worth the telling, that her starting point was worthwhile, not something to be derided, that the journey itself, the back and forth progress of it, that it wasn’t just a straight line, is one that has incredible meaning to me, as someone who has struggled with similar things. 3. Tolkien’s Legendarium - Thranduil - I was totally won over by Lee Pace’s portrayal in the movies, despite my frustration with the way he was written. Part of it is that I’ve always loved the Elves (let me yell about how much I love Thingol, it’s ridiculous) and I love the connections he has to my favorite groups (I love the Sindarin Elves so muuuuuuch, I cry, even as I love the Noldor and Vanyar, too, like, I will fight a man for Finrod, okay, oh, and Fingolfin deserves the world!! and my problematic fave Maedhros ;__;) and I love his relationship with Legolas (or the potential of it that fandom runs with much better than the movies did), but mostly it’s that he’s a king who loves his people and chose them and they loved him in return for it. 4. Bleach - Inoue Orihime - I have a weakness for characters who doubt themselves, but find a core of strength in being kind and loving. That Orihime has this tremendous power, that she could have been the most OP of the entire cast, but thoroughly rejected the idea of using it for violence, and instead only for healing, for kindness, cemented her as one of my forever loves. She can be so silly and loopy and ridiculous, she can be “weak” in the way she cries and reaches out for people, she has trouble letting other people see the truth of her sometimes, but when it counted, she refused to break and instead chose to be kind. I love her so very much. 5. Marvel - Thor - Thor is one of my favorites because the galaxy dumped a whole lot of shit on him and he refused to let it make him be less than he was. Well, at least until Endgame, but we don’t talk about that movie. (And even then it wasn’t that he stumbled, it was how they treated his depression, as one long joke, that makes me RRrrhhhaaggghh about it.) He grieved for everything he lost, including his brother, but he also refused to let Loki walk all over him, that he missed his brother, wished he could trust him, but wouldn’t let Loki’s pain rewrite what actually happened. The conversation on the skiff in Svartalfheim alone is why The Dark World is a movie I will always defend, “Who put me there [in the cell]!?” "You damn well know who!” YOU TELL HIM, THOR. That care + refusing to be budged on what was right, yes, that’s my guy right there. 6. Gravitation - Yuki Eiri - As dumb as this show was (and the manga even more so, but I enjoy the show more), as much as it was a silly BL show, I loved this character for being there for me when I needed him. Someone who had all this anger and hurt inside him, this depression that constantly ate at him, that he pushed people away because he couldn’t stand to let go of it, and it didn’t matter that there were people who loved him who wanted to help him, that a simple hug didn’t fix him, that it could help, but it couldn’t make him magically better--that was something I really needed when I watched the show. That depression and the rage it could cause wasn’t something a hug could fix. That he had to be willing to start opening up to people again, to risking more hurt, and that it wouldn’t be easy--I really, really needed that message at the time I got it, and I will always be thankful to that dumb show for giving it to me. 7. Steven Universe - Pink Diamond - Did you know that one of my favorite things in the world is hot mess lady characters? I love them sooooooo much, like, you give me a lady who did questionable things but we’re still meant to find her sympathetic and her story worth telling? I AM THERE. And Pink just slammed her way into my heart with everything she’d faced, the terrible things the other Diamonds put her through, that she had to change on her own, that she never had a Steven there to help her, she had to realize everything by herself, and that she wasn’t perfect at it, that she hurt people in the way she stumbled forward, yet there was a person there who loved and cared deeply? I love her forever. 8. Adventure Time - Princess Bubblegum - Nerdy science princess who is the sole possessor of a single braincell on the show and yet is just as batshit as the rest of them? The one character who looked at all the wild shit that happened in Ooo and said, sometimes you gotta prepare for the worst or do things that aren’t nice because otherwise we’ll all die? But never stopped caring about her people or the rest of the world and listened to others and tried her best to help? And had this complicated, fraught relationship with Marceline which is one of the best “f/f doesn’t always have to be nice” relationships that I’ve gotten to consume? I LOVE HERRRRR. 9. Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed - Lan Wangji - I am weak to his character type, okay! Reserved, talented, driven up the wall by the genius brat that bugs the shit out of him but also he loves them the most in the world, and utterly devoted to them? YEAH THAT SOUNDS LIKE MY TYPE. Also, Wang Yibo is so good-looking in the drama, oh my god. 10. Fruits Basket - Honda Tohru - Another character who refused to let the crap piled on her make her any less kind to the world. She goes through so much and yet never stops loving people and finding sympathy for them, she never stops reaching out her hand. While she’s never expected to do this, she’s never obligated to do so, there are plenty of characters in the series that are understandably angry and closed off that aren’t judged for being that way, that Tohru chooses to be open and loving, no matter how much she’s hurt for it, is a wonderful counterbalance. And I am forever grateful that she got the family she wanted, she got the guy she wanted to fall in love with, she got to meet all these people she cared about and they cared about her in return, and she was stronger in her love than any of them were in their fear, anger, or hate. I LOVE HER FOREVER. Tagging: DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE sobs

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