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woodsfae · 1 year ago

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B5 s02e21 • Comes the Inquisitor Jack the Fucking Ripper table of contents • previous episode

Oh, man. G'Kar is totally right, but of course no one's taking him seriously.

"Are you willing to sacrifice all that you are to keep all that you have?"

Yeah, war destroys you. Everything G'Kar says lately I'm like "That's absolutely horrible! But you're right!"

Oooo, Vir Cotto is up to something! I hope he keeps exceeding my expectations.

Another Delenn and Kosh secret meeting. I am so amused by their relationship. And interested! Lennier said Kosh was calling for Delenn. Was it on the local landline, or something more metaphysical? Is Lennier a telepath? I'm guessing that Delenn isn't actually a telepath, just has incredibly well honed insight, but we've seen so little of other species' telepathy that I'm just itching to learn more. It would be sensible to assign a telepath to be high-ranking, but isolated dignitaries' aides.

O.o The Vorlon have something called inquisitors! And one is going to interrogate Delenn!! Whoa. I wonder if they're a Vorlon, or just a contact of the Vorlons.

I love how there's always more and more and more worldbuilding and plot for me to sink my teeth into. The silliest episodes and exchanges are still so rich and dense with information.

omfg. MORE AWKWARD FLIRTING. And Delenn and John haven't even mutually held hands yet.

Lennier: "If you do the right thing for the wrong reasons, the work becomes corrupted, and ultimately self-destructive. Ambassador Kosh wishes confirmation that the right people are in the right place at the right time."

That's a bit of an american xtian idea of rightness of actions. US Pres Nixon was a bad dude, but he still passed the civil rights act, which has immeasurably improved lives. It doesn't diminish all the lives saved or the good done that he was also a slime-sucking toerag.

The guy G'Kar is meeting has a really strong prescription on his glasses. And of course people are war profiteering off the desperate Narn.

The Narn are more dangerous now than they've ever been. They're backed into a tiny corner, with nowhere to go but out and through anyone trapping them there.

This person arrived on a Vorlon ship…. I'm so curious if Vorlons are humanoid or can disguise themselves believably as different, lower-order species. He's implying he's human, but I have my doubts.

oh-hohohoho!! Protective Sheridan! cute.

WHOA. This guy, Sebastian (?) first met the Vorlons in 1888! incredible. A genuine Victorian in the 23rd century, who's going to psychically interrogate an alien from a society which has been spacefaring for tens of thousands of years. That's so cool.

Garibaldi: "Don't endanger B5. Got it? OK. Here's my illegal contacts who can help out, maybe. ;) byeeeeee <3"

Garbaldi, a real quote this time: "Like you said. I never start a conversation unless I know where it's going, but I always leave a little room for someone to disappoint me. Thanks for not doing it."

Made me laugh. And then also uncomfortably squirm. I'm a little like that, too. (damn you JMS, making me identify with characters I dislike! *shakes fist*)

This meeting with Sebastian and Delenn is so fairytale-like.

Someone should tell Sebastian and the Vorlons that you get better results with positive reinforcement than with punishment methods. It gets harder and harder to think the more you are in suspense of when the next pain will come. How very Victorian of this guy, though.

"Do you know how many have stood before me as you stand now? Proud, defiant, full of their own boated self-importance. Confident that they are chosen, special, chosen of God? All of them have broken. And better for everyone that they did. Better to spare others the illusion of false hope. You have the audacity to presume that you are on a mission form god, embarked on a noble cause. I don't believe it. And by the time you leave here, neither will you."

I dunno, dude. You might have gotten better results if you'd taught people to cultivate the type of qualities you think you need to succeed.

This whole thing makes a little more sense if I assume he's telepathically reading her and using her being pushed off balance to see more truth in her mind…I guess. This feels like very dated ideas of psychology. People are not more themselves when they're in pain, being arbitrarily punished, and given no useful instructions. They're just confused and hurting.

I think, that like a fairytale, he's already given her the answer disguised as a lie - he said if she removed the manacles, she would be failing the Vorlons. I think if she stands up for herself and refuses to be electrocuted anymore, she will show true strength of will and clarity of purpose.

Hah, Vir didn't even know he was getting into an elevator with G'Kar. very awkward. But actually, they could be good friends! Vir hates genocide, G'Kar hates being genocided.

Vir: "I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do, but… I tried telling them, but they wouldn't listen. They never listen! I'm sorry." G'Kar: cuts his hand with his knife "Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead. How do you apologize to them?" Vir: "I can't." G'Kar: "Then I cannot forgive." Me: 🥺

How very decent of Vir to say something, though. I bet he's the only Centauri who has said, to a Narn, that they are sorry and tried to prevent the atrocities from taking place.

Back to Sebastian the Victorian who rivals Freud in his weird-ass theories about finding the truth about people!!

This dude is a sadist. Perhaps the Vorlons' true test is seeing if someone will ever decide the universe is better off without him.

Hmmm. He will reward her for admitting that she questions herself, her clarity of purpose, and her beliefs. He's still full of shit, though.

"Your only destiny is to be the nail that get hammered down. Bang, bang, bang."

asshole.

Sebastian: "You're being a fool!" Delenn: "Then I am a fool. But it's better to be what I am than what you are." Sebastian: "And what am I? Please - tell me." Delenn: "You are a creature which has received pain and given pain, and taken too much joy in its application. You have aspired to dreams and been disappointment because you are not strong enough , or worthy enough, or right enough. So you lash out at anyone who believes they can make a difference because it reminds you of your own failure. You have to prove they're just as bad, just as flawed as you are. Am I close, Mr Sebastian?" Sebastian: "Bang." *electrocutes Delenn*

Yeah, he needs to die. There's no fucking way that standing there and taking being degraded, verbally abused, and physically tortured is what the Vorlons are looking for.

There's a lot in this episode I disagree and agree with, and all of it so completely believable and understandable in a complex situation. The writing on this show is so smart and impresses the hell out of me over and over again. Not this part with Sebastian, though. That's just wacked out of the Vorlons.

Yes, Lennier to the rescue!! More heads are better. Cooperation and collective action is key. Being tortured alone doesn't make you strong, it just makes you injured.

And he's not done yet! Getting reinforcements, gathering allies! Siccing Sheridan on Kosh!

Sebastian was expecting, or pretending he was expecting, someone to interfere.

Oh. Well a line of flame and concussive force wasn't a power I expected from Sebastian! What a fun practical effect! My guess is that they put a line of gasoline or kerosene on the floor, then Sebastian struck his cane, with something to strike a spark, on the end of the line of flammable liquid. Then, Sheridan did a fantastic pretend-to-be-blown-away jump back and they added the air punch with CGI in post production.

Sheridan's all tied up, and the mind games continue! I judge the Vorlons less for this extreme action because they're so higher-dimensional I'm impressed they are even able to interact with the cast in any meaningful way. Like how we can make a puppet bee dance the dance of "Food five miles to the south-west across a river," but we don't have the fine manipulations to stroke the bees with our puppet antenna and say "welcome home, sister. Give me your burden so I can carry it into the hives while you rest."

And I judge Sebastian less because, since 1888, he has been a little bee trying to learn from the puppet-bees, and that would warp anyone.

But seriously, the torture is unhelpful.

Delenn, you badass.

Sebastian: "One single move, gesture, and his life is snuffed out. Or yours. You would trade your life for his? I thought you had a destiny. Is that destiny not worth one life?" Delenn: "If I fall, another would take my place, and another. And another!" Sebastian: "But your great cause?" Delenn: "This is my cause! Life! One life, or a million, it's all the same!" Sebastian: "Then you make the sacrifice willingly?" Delenn: "Yes!" Sebastian: "No fame, no armies or banners or cities to celebrate your name. You will die alone and unremarked. And forgotten." Delenn: "This body is only a shell. You cannot touch me. You cannot harm me. I am not afraid."

Delenn is fine as hell for that, for her emotional fortitude, and for her grace and sincerity. But really, there was no need for the 4d torture chess. Particularly the christian ethics lesson aspect. Sebastian is deranged. He's been 'round the twist since the 1880s.

Background check on Sebastian! He and his address are either going to be accurate, or have never existed in any capacity.

Sinclair's Rangers arranged for the communication between that one Narn and his family on Narn! They are super useful! Good job Sinclair!

It'd be a real nut-kicker if, after G'Kar has earned, once again, the faith of his people in exile, the weapons-dealer rips them off.

Records confirm that Sebastian lived on earth in London in 1888. And that he vanished without a trace. Right after Jack the Ripper's last murder. He was a fanatic, and a murderer, by his own admission. And now he tortures and murders at the direction of the Vorlons. They tore him down and then set him loose with the same directives as his self-appointed former mission of violence.

Jack the Ripper: "Perhaps, they will finally let me die." Sheridan: "I think that might be wise."

STONE COLD. a;dskgfjas;dkjgas I agree. Dude is incredibly twisted and doesn't even enjoy it. Do the Vorlons know they took a madman and drove him even more mad? Do they know their little bee they took from its hive has been longing for death?

I don't want to come to the notice of higher beings. Particularly not B5's version of them.

on to the season finale!

#babylon 5 #john sheridan #delenn #kosh #g'kar #vir cotto #michael garibaldi #woodsfae b5

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bigein · 2 years ago

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You've mentioned being fond of the isles as a polycule a few times, and I was wondering about your thoughts on exactly how that dynamic works

hello! I feel like I should make a more thorough post on my main about how I see them working overall and how i see their dynamic straddling conventional platonic relationships and more intimate ones but since this is the spicy blog where I write filth that would be out of place here so please have some of the aforementioned filth instead:

(caveat: I actually headcanon Wales as various shades of ace which is relevant contextually.)

For Sean it is very much a case of physical attraction and camaraderie with Alasdair, at least. He has a thing for strong, rugged men and the kinship between them reaches so far back between them that the sex probably starts in the way of sharing a tent for the night and “maybe if I’m quiet enough he won’t notice that I’m tugging one out next to him”. They are familiar with each other and comfortable sharing partners or lending a hand but I do not necessarily see them as traditionally romantic. Intimate though, yes, and comfortable without question. Sharing cots and blankets on cold nights, sharing space under the cold water spout before they had hot running water. When it comes to sharing partners especially… hohohoho.

Before getting to that though, dear Wales. Daffyd (I know in naming conventions these days people are leaning towards Dylan or Rhys but I’m still fond of Dai). Out of all of them he is easily the most affectionate; demonstrative and comfortable with touch, he is the kind of man who’ll slip himself onto one of the other’s laps. If he is in the mood it will lead to sex but most often than not he’ll make himself comfortable and nuzzle into the crook between jaw and shoulder for the joy of it. Not a fan of wet kissing or oral but skilled with his hands and a steady fuck.He drags it out mercilessly, do not be fooled. He is cruel (in the best of ways), he can be capricious. He likes things a certain way and he will have anything and everything exactly on his terms. Arthur might think he is the best informed in kink; he is wrong. Daffyd just has one of those sweet dispositions that trick you into a false sense of security. He has at least one large chest of toys and equipment, and half library’s worth of smut. He’d like orchestrating scenes and sitting back to watch them develop before his eyes; would love winding the others up and enjoying himself. His fantasies would be the most elaborate by virtue of all of the above and his approach to sex is probably the lightest in character. He enjoys it and is very good at regulating his emotions around it. He has the clearest boundaries and communicates them the clearest, setting expectations out from the start.

Individually both Sean and Alasdair know less about the background to kink; I went on more thoroughly on Alasdair’s preferences in that other post but for Sean i actually see him being the most vanilla out of all of them (lately i see vanilla equated with ��boring’ is very much not the case but that's a subject for another post). Him and Dai do not often have sex outright but they’re very comfortable with Dai’s brand of seeking affection, same as Arthur and Dai. Dai would probably be the most platonic with Alasdair. By contrast, Sean and Arthur clash with each other so much that the sex is more a battle of wits and wills in a very different way than the power struggle between Alasdair and Arthur. I have an old wip I should wip (hehe) up where Arthur is lusting after Sean’s skillfull hands and I think that encapsulates the way I see their relationship best. They love each other but they are not affectionate during sex. Afterwards, well, aye. Sex can soften them, tired and sweaty and stinking of each other.

I can go on about Arthur and Alasdair until the cows come home so I'll spare you on this occasion.

#hws british isles #this was a very general answer because the question was a bit open #and i ended up focusing mostly on wales ksksks #i have other things to say but they would be out of place in the wfsn blog

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askthebound · 7 years ago

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#sweeps the floors and dusts the inbox #I MIGHT be coming back hohohoho #its been so long #ooc

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jedidragonwarriorqueen · 3 years ago

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For the drabble requests, how about Rayllum with mind-controlled Rayla being forced to fight Callum? Bonus points if it's the first time they've seen each other since TTM

from these angsty prompts

Hohohoho friend you know me so well🤣 Thank you for the ask, enjoy!!!

Callum had pictured Rayla in his mind's eye countless times since she'd left him behind at the Moon Nexus: in her assassin gear she'd worn when they met, and for the duration of their journey to the Storm Spire; in the yellow pajamas she'd claimed as her own when they returned to Katolis; in the light training outfit she'd wear to the courtyard to work out in the evening.

With his eidetic memory, he could remember her just as she had been: the way the moon lit her hair silver; the feel of her four fingers entwining with his five, and the little squeeze she'd give to catch his attention when he zoned out; the sound of her light giggles when a councilor accidentally made an innuendo, or the loud belly laughs when Soren made a completely intentional one; the taste of sand and sweat and faint moonberries, their first real kiss on top of the ambler; the smell of the flowery shampoo she used, coupled with the polish she used on her horns.

He knew she would have changed, in the long months and longer miles since then. (He certainly had.) He'd tried not to imagine what she might have changed about her appearance, how different a person she might have become, whether her choice to leave had wounded her as terribly as it had wounded him.

He'd tried not to, but he couldn't help but wonder, sometimes.

The sight of her now was almost as bad as his worst nightmares.

She was thinner, paler, harder. Her clothes, ripped and dirty, were not nearly as well-made as the ones she'd been wearing the night she'd left. The Moonshadow markings on her face had faded to a faint blue. Her listless, tangled hair was short and choppy, barely coming down past her jaw. Her butterfly blades, which she'd always kept in pristine condition, were peppered with nicks and notches, with leather grips wrapped around the decorative hilts. New scars marked her arms, and one of her horns was chipped.

But worst of all were her eyes.

They glowed, but wrong, a harsh violet so unlike the soft lavender Callum knew so well.

Distracted, Callum barely raised his staff in time to deflect the butterfly blade swung at his head. The magically-enhanced wood held against the Moonshadow steel, but his arms trembled under the strain.

"Rayla! I know you're in there!" he pleaded, desperately searching her face for any flicker of resistance. "Fight it!"

A growl emanated from her throat, such a guttural sound he could barely reconcile it coming from her, and suddenly the second blade was swinging in from Callum's periphery.

Adrenaline lent Callum strength. He disengaged and pivoted away, whirling around to face her again as soon as he was clear. They circled each other like caged inferno-tooth tigers, Callum's knuckles white on his staff, Rayla's grip relaxed on her twin swords.

"Rayla, please!"

But she didn't seem to hear him, her face a blank mask, her pupil-less eyes staring somewhere beyond his shoulder.

Gritting his teeth, Callum reached again for the sky arcanum, but only a whisper sang in his mind. The moon arcanum was even quieter, barely a dull hum at the back of his consciousness.

Now would be a great time to suddenly understand the earth arcanum, part of his brain suggested.

Shut up, the rest of him retorted.

"It's such a lovely night, isn't it?" Claudia crooned, safe atop her boulder pile while Callum was . . . otherwise occupied. "The stars are so bright—especially with a new moon! And there isn't a cloud in the sky, or even the faintest breeze."

"Claudia, let her go!" Callum spat.

"Now, that doesn't sound very appreciative," his childhood friend pouted, crossing her arms with a huff. "You could be a little more grateful I'm letting the two of you reunite. Dad wanted to add your little elf friend to his collection, but Iconvinced him to keep her for a different use." She tossed her hair back over her shoulder. "You're welcome."

Before Callum could retort, Rayla broke their standoff and came at him, blades whirling.

Callum had trained with Rayla—despite his growing affinity for battle magic and his own protests, she insisted he at least learn the basics of self-defense—and as a result knew many of her tells, her style, the way she moved, her favorite forms. But knowing them and being able to respond to them adequately were two separate skills, and he had yet to master the latter. It was a rare thing for him to beat her during a sparring match, when she'd been holding back.

Now?

Ha.

Her "slash" blade seemed stuck in scythe form, at least, which limited the techniques at her disposal and gave Callum at least a fighting chance. He parried another blow, desperately hoping Soren was on his way back after seeing the villagers to safety. The crownguard's swordsmanship was a better match for a Moonshadow ex-assassin, and with Rayla otherwise occupied, Callum could turn his full attention to Claudia. He could almost feel the burn of the Sunfire amulet in his pocket at the thought.

He just had to hold out until then.

One of Rayla's blades grazed his cheek but Callum bit back a cry, refusing to give Claudia the satisfaction, refusing to upset the real Rayla further if she was aware, trapped in her own body.

He'd searched for her for so long, across three times the distance they'd traveled together. He wouldn't lose her now, not before he'd held her again, not before he'd heard her voice again.

Not before he looked her in her beautiful eyes, wholly her own, and demanded why. Why, after everything, had she left him.

If she left again, that would be her choice, and he would grant her that. But he wouldn’t let her go without a fight, not this time.

Callum’s eyes locked with blind violet ones, and steel met wood again.

#the dragon prince #rayllum #tdp callum #tdp rayla #tdp fanfiction #tdp fanfic #stars writes #thanks for the ask!

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olderthannetfic · 2 years ago

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For this anon: I can almost guarantee you that those fics are written as a kink because for the longest time I used to have the same one as one of my only kinks.

Maybe it comes across as weird but the less sexual it is to the characters, the more arousing it is to read for some readers. Maybe that ties into the noncon side. If the characters get no enjoyment out of it and they hate it, then that makes it very nonconsensual and in my opinion exciting.

Since I'm here anyway, I might as well elaborate: for a very long time, I only used to enjoy non-sexual spanking in fics. I'd read fics with sexual spanking because there is scarce non-sexual content out there, but it took away from the enjoyment for me. Character who gets hit gets a boner? There goes mine. Back button, next fic. I didn't like porn at all back then, either. I thought that the sexual stuff ruined my arousal, which in hindsight was a very odd phase and I'm not sure why that was, because I had no issues with the concept and enjoyment of arousal and sexuality It's only when I gained more interest in porn and sex over the years that I started liking sexual spanking stuff too but the non-sexual scenarios are still the most titillating to me.

I really can't explain why this is. I don't particularly like or dislike rape/noncon, I only like noncon gore and pain or noncon sex used as a form of physical and mental anguish. Maybe it's because I like to see vulnerable characters get unfair treatment and the character being young makes it even more imbalanced. But then romantic or sexual adult/child is a major squick for me despite using the same tropes. Maybe it has to do with humbling and the character's enjoyment reduces how much humbling can happen for some readers. It's definitely a partial brat taming kink too.

But since you asked, it indeed can be a kink! The fic itself may look sanitized but the keyboard certainly was not when that fic was typed up. Moreover, when I wrote such stories myself the author's notes insisting that it was entirely non-sexual inside the story's scope only added to how much I enjoyed posting and rereading those. I get that it can come across as 'don't you even dare read my fic as sexual!' but it's more like 'hohohoho there's nothing sexual about this, how naughty and exciting, my dear fellow non-sexual spanking enjoyers!'

The Hetalia fandom used to have a huge non-sexual spanking scene. You can still find it on deviantart if you want to check out what it's all about. Arkham-insanity (I think?) was the largest artist for that.

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sunarintoes · 3 years ago

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Inarizaki Boyfriend Headcanons

Includes: Miya Osamu, Kita Shinsuke, Suna Rintarou (Atsumu’s can be found here)

✗ My favourite Miya <3

✗ His favourite date to take you on is when the Main Street is full of food carts and independent sellers/farmers, the two of you walk around and try all the sweets and what not. After the two of you stuffed yourselves silly you make your way to the movie theatre and once that’s done you sit down at a park bench and just vibe with each other. And then you go get more food :D

✗ So he loves cooking - its his passion, he always asks for you to taste test all his different onigiri. Gives the biggest smile when you say you like it!!

✗ As I said before in another post, he has a horse. Like Atsumu, he will ride the horse to your house. Once he called you to meet outside the school on a Saturday and he told you to wear ‘forest spirit clothing.’ You were very confused. You showed up in a flowing dress/flowing shirt and then he came around the corner, on his white horse, wearing a tuxedo. He looked like a prince so you weren't complaining. ‘Hey sugar lets ride off into the sunset together’ was how he greeted you.

✗ He’s kinda indifferent about pda, he’s only gonna do it if it feels right at the moment you know? When the two of you are just standing at, say, a bus stop he will go behind and hug you. He likes being close to you. So when y'all at school he will greet you with a forehead kiss in the morning before he heads off to his classes. I don't think he would make out with you in public, he prefers to keep that to himself. If you want kisses in public he’ll gladly give you short but sweet kisses on your lips, cheeks or forehead (and sometimes your hand).

✗ He gets jealous but he hides it well. He doesn't want to come off as controlling or insecure so the majority of the time he will just keep it to himself and pout a little. When this happens please go up to him and massage/rub his shoulders while placing soft kisses on his head - it will make him calm down and relieve tension so quickly. On the occasion that he does have a jealous outburst, his face will be angry as he takes you away from whoever was hitting you up. When you're far away enough he will have an annoyed expression and will sit on the ground (literally wherever you guys are; he will just plop down in an angry tantrum). When this happens just pull him into your lap (yes, even if you are considerably smaller than him) and tell him ‘it's okay’ and that you ‘only love him.’ He’ll calm down and it'll be pretty chill afterwards (but will glare at the person if he ever sees them again.)

✗ Yes my favourite farmer boy!!

✗ Kita - despite his somewhat cold and blunt demeanor, loves affection. In particular he loves laying down on a couch or a bed and holding you while facing each other. He likes talking to you in that position and he will open up about things on his mind.

✗ Ok so Kita is a ‘Bob the Builder’ sorta boyfie, he has building skills for some reason but you’re not complaining. If you want/need something made you can bet that he will volunteer to have a go at it. He may not be the best with the actual painting of whatever but the thing itself will be built well.

✗ I don’t think he’s one for pda, it just doesn't float his boat. The occasional hand holding and a kiss on the cheek is fine but he doesn’t really feel the need to show his affection in public - especially because he seems to be quite a private person.

✗ Dates with Kita are simple and nice, mostly consist of picnics and walks along the beach/local area/park. Movie dates are a thing as well - for Kita he just loves being around you and spending time with you! Oh and his granny loves you :P if she didn't then he wouldn't date you. He's a granny’s boy.

✗ Kita does not get jealous. Nu uh, never. But he does get insecure. Majority of the time he is chill and trusts you with his whole heart but on rare occasions - perhaps when you spontaneously run into a childhood friend and seem to glow with happiness he might feel a pang in his heart. I don't think he would feel angry or upset with you, but sad with himself and he may feel like he doesn't know how to make you glow that bright and all that. It will be really hard to tell when he feels this way. He’s really good at hiding it :( but Kita is a man who strongly believes in communication ← literally more than most characters lmfao, and he will sit you down and tell you what’s on his mind. He’ll expect you to do the same if you were in his position; maybe that's why you two are such a strong couple. When he tells you please listen quietly and wait until he’s finished speaking, this lets him know you care about what he is saying. After he’s done give him a warm hug and rub his back or run a hand through his soft hair, please remind him that you love him and that he makes you glow with happiness every day <3

✗ bbg 😚

✗ Or maybe i should say bbb

✗ Mans is so fine i live for this lanky fucker <3

✗ Ok so we all know sun-sun is lazyyyy and homie definitely plays video games. He went through a fortnite phase with Atsumu boy are you glad you barely knew him during that time cause he was as you would expect 😳🤢 anywhoooo he’s more of a COD boy atm, mmm first person shooter games are his fav. He definitely gets you into them → if you're not that into them he won't push it but he thinks Minecraft dates and teaching you how to play are cute. Oh! And if you are… hohohoho boy does he love it. Loves playing with you - same team or not, yall are deadly together, especially if you also play first person shooters. Oh and animal crossing dates are a must!

✗ Most of the time your dates consist of someone’s house and vibing on their bed or a couch watching movies, playing video games and cuddling. 😩uh mans is so fine. He's a sexy gamer boy; what else could you want?

✗ Ohohoho he does get jealous, homie will get snarky with the perp and will not be afraid to wrap an arm around your waist to publicly display that he is with you and you are with him. The perp probs gets scared of this tall, snarky boy and runs off. Will probably sulk the whole day and try to act indifferent/ignore his emotions (cause he’s low key emotionally constipated) so plz bb im begging you, crawl into his lap (yes, even if you’re taller than him) and snuggle into his chest. Then he will be happy :D

✗ Oh and this (doesn't really) bring us to our next point: pda! Mmmmmm he’s like osamu in the sense that he does and does not care - like it's up to you. He’s probably not the biggest on it and wont initiate much asides from having an arm around you, holding you hand (and occasionally your butt-)

✗ Suna, as mentioned earlier, is somewhat emotionally constipated ← though definitely not as much as other characters *cough* ushiwaka *cough* and will take a while to warm up to affection. However once you get there he will absolutely adore holding you and cuddling with you - in fact he claims he “cant sleep without you” because he’s “been trained to love you too much.” lol what a dork

#suna rintarou #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #Haikyu!!#haikyuu #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #kita x reader #suna fluff #suna headcanons #kita headcanons #kita shinsuke x reader #osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu #osamu fluff #miya fluff #miya osamu fluff #osamu miya x reader

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meili-sheep · 3 years ago

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I Have more idea for my latest Diluc Au!!!!

Asmoday(As said to be the Unknown God's name by the fandom due to some code stuff ig) may be in a similar situation like Kiana is with HoV, which is that, HoV(Herrscher of Void) isn't Kiana at all but someone Named 'Sirin' who is the first HoV. HoV and Sustainer act similarly as to how their faces look very stoic and they talk in a similar manner as well! Their Japanese VA's are the same person- Anyway lemme go on

Kiana is both quite passionate and a bit rebellious so Asmoday(as her real self) would be the same as well, just that she's older and more mature and knows when it's too much and when it's too little, so how was Diluc even born even though he's probably been born a couple hundred years after the cataclysm, well well well, ya see, there's good reason why in current au lore, She's not around(yet)

She managed to somehow gain a moment of lucidity and ripped out the Core(bc Herrscher cores are gems imbued with a high amount of Honkai energy and y'know Gnoses so I'm just Bauang it off both of them) being used to puppeteer her and hid herself in Tevyat.

And then met Crepus, fell in love, and had Diluc and in which they would've drifted apart bc of Crepus wanting Diluc to realize his ambitions instead of his own. Asmoday would've hated that and taught Diluc that "Yeah, don't prioritize other people's wants and needs above your own or below yours, just bc your father wants you to be a knight, doesn't mean you have to do it."

and probably taught/left Diluc a couple of secrets hidden in her own handmade children's books(He most likely would have kept them, why would he burn away the last memories of his mother?)

I like to also Hc Diluc plays instruments and makes art as a hobby so in this Au Asmoday would've been the one to teach him how to do it at a young age, even better if some of the children's books Asmoday made had little paintings in them both she and a younger Diluc made together.

And her personality would be akin to Teenage Diluc's personality but louder and less soft spoken in this Au

Would Asmoday get along with Vanessa and Vin?? After all Asmoday likes the freedom of mond, sad to say Celestia found her and took her back, she wasn't with Diluc at that moment so he didn't get caught up with it

Also!!!!! Diluc being able to switch between White Hair and Blue eyes to Red hair and eyes is bc, magic, Asmoday may not even be human but maybe can change appearance somewhat, and besides, Magic, that's it lmao I'll come back next time with more info! on what au? Hohohoho wait and see!

-Leyline!Anon

Oof I always have to turn on my web reader for you because I make sure I get all your info.

Honestly, I really like it mostly cause I honestly do just want Diluc to have a good mother. One who would counteract Crepus. And I'm in love with the idea of her making him books to teach him things in a secret man. Maybe she doesn't even realize the things she's teaching him sometimes.

As for Venessa and Vin. I mean, they love Diluc, so they would defiantly already be partial to Diluc's mother. Especially if she took good care of him and he is happy, healthy, and loves her

Vennessa might tell her she can do better than Crepus and maybe might try and help her with any celestial problems she might face. It would be amazing to be to her slightly that someone like Asmoday is essentially her granddaughter now.

As for Vin, he would be just. love the mother of his favorite grandson. He couldn't care where she was from. Definatly be on of the "you could do better" Train. But defiantly would support him as best he could. And both of them would be able to recognize how she's rebled against Celestia even in small ways and how she's trying to protect Diluc. So again they would do their best to help her.

#Leyline!Anon #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #ragnvindr #dawn winery #vennessa #genshin vennessa #Sorry this took so long #but oh boy

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vivithefolle · 4 years ago

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Hermione has more complimentary traits with Harry than she does with Ron. Hermione is logical and thinks through her decisions while Harry is ruled by his emotions and follows his instincts. She's enthusiastic/cheerful he is more introverted and bitter. She motivates him to do better, and he reminds her that there are more important things than books and cleverness. Ron's humour gets on Hermione's nerves and her cleverness does the same to him. Their differences tear them instead of balancing.

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... wait you were serious?

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Alright! Now that the hilarity’s over...

Hermione has more complimentary traits with Harry than she does with Ron.

Prove it.

Hermione is logical and thinks through her decisions

... and sometimes she also makes very illogical decisions and acts very rash, see how she sets Snape on fire in first year which could have hurt everyone around, how she forgot she’s a witch, see how the Polyjuice plan was total bullshit and relied 100% on luck, see how she acted completely thoughtless to Ron in POA, see how she was completely harebrained at the end of OOTP due to pressure, her very thought-out reaction to Ron and Lavender being together, and such...

Harry is ruled by his emotions and follows his instincts

You realize you just described Ron too, pal? Ron’s role in the Trio is the Heart. Harry’s the Body, since everything revolves around him, Hermione’s the Brain, Ron is the Heart. That’s how they work.

She's enthusiastic/cheerful

......... cheerful?

Hermione?

Cheerful?

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Hermione may be enthusiastic about knowledge, but she’s not cheerful. She’s not the one who makes the jokes, she’s not the one who has a snarky comment on everything, she’s not the one who makes Harry laugh, she’s not the one who laughs at Harry’s jokes. That’s Ron’s job.

RON is the cheerful one. Sorry pal, better reread the books.

he is more introverted and bitter

Pro tip: this can also describe Hermione to a degree. Though Hermione isn’t exactly an introvert, she’s more of a socially awkward extrovert. She’s not reading quietly in a corner and demurely asking “oh please don’t talk to me, I just want to read :(” she’s more like “I READ THAT BOOK ABOUT [social injustice] AND IT’S CLEAR TO ME NOW THAT [social injustice] IS UNACCEPTABLE, DO YOU HAVE A MOMENT TO TALK ABOUT [social injustice], I’M GONNA RAISE FUNDS TO PROMOTE AWARENESS AND EDUCATE PEOPLE ON THIS SUBJECT WILL YOU JOIN ME, WHY WON’T YOU JOIN ME, COME BACK WE’RE NOT FINISHED WITH THIS-”

... or, I could also... show you.

From your own dear and esteemed “Harmony Bible” that is Order of the Phoenix. *snort* “Harmony Bible”... oh my god, the delusion, the delusion...

“It’s lessons with Snape that are making it worse,” said Harry flatly. “I’m getting sick of my scar hurting, and I’m getting bored walking down that corridor every night.” He rubbed his forehead angrily. “I just wish the door would open, I’m sick of standing staring at it —”

“That’s not funny,” said Hermione sharply. “Dumbledore doesn’t want you to have dreams about that corridor at all, or he wouldn’t have asked Snape to teach you Occlumency. You’re just going to have to work a bit harder in your lessons.”

“I am working!” said Harry, nettled. “You try it sometime, Snape trying to get inside your head, it’s not a bundle of laughs, you know!”

1. Example of Hermione not appreciating Harry’s humour

2. Example of Harry not liking Hermione’s “pushing him to do better”

Oooh, surprise! It’s not just Ron and Hermione that do the silent treatment to each other, Harry does it too! What a turn of events!

Hermione nodded, apparently still lost in thought. Then, quite abruptly, she said, “But you shouldn’t have seen this at all, Harry.”

“What?” he said, taken aback.

“You’re supposed to be learning how to close your mind to this sort of thing,” said Hermione, suddenly stern.

“I know I am,” said Harry. “But —”

“Well, I think we should just try and forget what you saw,” said Hermione firmly. “And you ought to put in a bit more effort on your Occlumency from now on.”

Harry was so angry with her that he did not talk to her for the rest of the day, which proved to be another bad one.

Ah, lying, avoiding the subject, refusing to consider her opinion... how harmonious. *gigglesnort*

“But why haven’t you got Occlumency lessons anymore?” said Hermione, frowning.

“I’ve told you,” Harry muttered. “Snape reckons I can carry on by myself now I’ve got the basics...”

“So you’ve stopped having funny dreams?” said Hermione skeptically.

“Pretty much,” said Harry, not looking at her.

“Well, I don’t think Snape should stop until you’re absolutely sure you can control them!” said Hermione indignantly. “Harry, I think you should go back to him and ask —”

“No,” said Harry forcefully. “Just drop it, Hermione, okay?”

Hmmm, funny how Harry acts more like a teenager trying to sneak out of bed on Mama Ron and Hermione’s watch rather than as “Hermione’s perfect flawless soulmate uwu”!

He had ended up saying to them truthfully that Sirius wanted Harry to resume Occlumency lessons. He had been regretting this ever since; Hermione would not let the subject drop and kept reverting to it when Harry least expected it.

“You can’t tell me you’ve stopped having funny dreams,” Hermione said now, “because Ron told me last night you were muttering in your sleep again...”

Harry threw Ron a furious look. Ron had the grace to look ashamed of himself.

Yes, she toooootally brings out “the best” of him... the best of all he’s learned at the Dursleys, which is avoidance, lying, deceiving... ha ha ha ha ha... oh, you guys, you’re so desperate, it’s almost cute. But then I remember that you keep bashing Ron and I stop feeling merciful.

“You are trying to block your mind, aren’t you?” said Hermione, looking beadily at Harry. “You are keeping going with your Occlumency?”

“Of course I am,” said Harry, trying to sound as though this ques-tion was insulting, but not quite meeting her eye. The truth was that he was so intensely curious about what was hidden in that room full of dusty orbs that he was quite keen for the dreams to continue.

Oh yes, he’s totally motivated to do better. He’s so motivated in fact he’s going to completely ignore her. And guess how that first date ends? With Sirius’ death. What a harmonious pairing.

“But Harry, you’ve just said it,” said Hermione fiercely. “Dumbledore wanted you to learn to shut these things out of your mind, if you’d done Occlumency properly you’d never have seen this —”

“IF YOU THINK I’M JUST GOING TO ACT LIKE I HAVEN’T SEEN —”

“Sirius told you there was nothing more important than you learn-ing to close your mind!”

“WELL, I EXPECT HE’D SAY SOMETHING DIFFERENT IF HE KNEW WHAT I’D JUST —”

And and and!! Hohohoho I’m not done!! Let me show you, I have SO MUCH to show you!!

As early as Goblet of Fire... Ah, and don’t say that this is “evil Ron’s evil influence of evilness :(” because Ron literally is harder-working than Harry in possibly every way because Ron doesn’t have the luxury of being the protagonist to promote him to, say, youngest Seeker in a century. Yeah, Ron’s not a Mary Sue like that. But I digress.

"It's Christmas, Hermione," said Harry lazily; he was rereading Flying with the Cannons for the tenth time in an armchair near the fire.

Hermione looked severely over at him too. "I'd have thought you'd be doing something constructive, Harry, even if you don't want to learn your antidotes!"

"Like what?" Harry said as he watched Joey Jenkins of the Cannons belt a Bludger toward a Ballycastle Bats Chaser.

"That egg!" Hermione hissed.

"Come on, Hermione, I've got till February the twenty-fourth," Harry said.

He had put the golden egg upstairs in his trunk and hadn't opened it since the celebration party after the first task. There were still two and a half months to go until he needed to know what all the screechy wailing meant, after all.

"I just thought you'd want to take advantage of the common room being quiet," she said. "Really get to work on that egg."

"Oh I - I reckon I've got a pretty good idea what it's about now," Harry lied.

"Have you really?" said Hermione, looking impressed. "Well done!"

Harry’s insides gave a guilty squirm, but he ignored them. He still had five weeks to work out that egg clue, after all, and that was ages... whereas if he went into Hogsmeade, he might run into Hagrid, and get a chance to persuade him to come back.

... but you know what makes Harry change his mind about lying about the egg? Or rather, who?

So you may argue that oh là là, Harry feels guilty for lying to his great soulmate Hermoanie and waah isn’t it so romantic...

Even though Harry can and does acknowledge that Hermione means well… it’s not enough for him. He will lie, avoid her, and go behind her back, like a child would with their parent, and even though he may feel guilty about it, it’s not enough to deter him.

Hagrid's miserable face broke into a wide, watery smile.

"Tha's my boy. . . you show 'em, Harry, you show 'em. Beat 'em all."

Lying to Hagrid wasn't quite like lying to anyone else. Harry went back to the castle later that afternoon with Ron and Hermione, unable to banish the image of the happy expression on Hagrid's whiskery face as he had imagined Harry winning the tournament. The incomprehensible egg weighed more heavily than ever on Harrys conscience that evening, and by the time he had got into bed, he had made up his mind - it was time to shelve his pride and see if Cedric's hint was worth anything.

And of course Half-Blood Prince, and if you try to tell me “buuutt hermoanie was ooc :((((” you can put a cactus up your rear you coward.

Welp. Not Ron, not Hermione. Hagrid.

Welcome to the world, Ha... Hagry? Harrid? Oh whatever. Here you go, Hagrid brings the best out of Harry, Harry feels more guilt at the thought of lying to Hagrid than anyone else. OTP.

She’s certainly not encouraging Harry to try new stuff. How is that supposed to help him improve? How is that supposed to make him do better?

“How are you doing that?” demanded Hermione, who was redfaced and whose hair was growing bushier and bushier in the fumes from her cauldron; her potion was still resolutely purple.

“Add a clockwise stir—”

“No, no, the book says counterclockwise!” she snapped.

Harry shrugged and continued what he was doing.

For or the rest of the week’s Potions lessons Harry continued to follow the Half-Blood Prince’s instructions wherever they deviated from Libatius Borage’s, with the result that by their fourth lesson Slughorn was raving about Harry’s abilities, saying that he had rarely taught anyone so talented. Neither Ron nor Hermione was delighted by this. Although Harry had offered to share his book with both of them, Ron had more difficulty deciphering the handwriting than Harry did, and could not keep asking Harry to read aloud or it might look suspicious. Hermione, meanwhile, was resolutely plowing on with what she called the “official” instructions, but becoming increasingly bad-tempered as they yielded poorer results than the Prince’s.

In fact

(dyslexic!Ron dyslexic!Ron dyslexic!Ron)

Well isn’t that fun? Harry is being the “best” at something... and Hermione doesn’t like it.

Incredibly, and to Hermione’s increasing resentment, Harry’s best subject had suddenly become Potions, thanks to the Half-Blood Prince.

she seems

The only person who did not find these charms amusing was Hermione, who maintained a rigidly disapproving expression throughout and refused to talk at all if Harry had used the Muffliato spell on anyone in the vicinity.

to hate

Hermione's expression could not have been any smugger; she had loathed being out-performed in every Potions class. She was now decanting the mysteriously separated ingredients of her poison into ten different crystal phials. More to avoid watching this irritating sight than anything else, Harry bent over the Half-Blood Prince's book and turned a few pages with unnecessary force.

that Harry is doing great.

(Oh look. Harry is irritated at the mere sight of Hermione. Well that’s definitely a hint they should marry!!! /s)

“Are you telling me,” said Hermione, “that you're going to go back—?”

“And get the book? Yeah, I am,” said Harry forcefully. "Listen, without the Prince I'd never have won the Felix Felicis. I'd never have known how to save Ron from poisoning, I'd never have—”

“—got a reputation for Potions brilliance you don't deserve,” said Hermione nastily.

And then let’s remember Hermione still nattering about Occlumency through Deathly Hallows, or how she breaks Harry’s wand and Harry is “desiring nothing more than to get away from her”, and all that... ah but of course you won’t ever see that in all your “Harmony” analyses, because there’s no way to spin that positively... ha ha ha...

Accomplishing his mission from Dumbledore? Saving Ron’s life? Nah, Hermione is more concerned with one thing: having her top spot back.

*slow clap* Friend. Of. The. Year. Why does anyone like this character again? Selfish brat.

he reminds her that there are more important things than books and cleverness

You have again stolen Ron’s qualities to pretend they’re Harry’s/Hermione’s.

And here they come... the receipts... all the receipts...

This happens right during the Firebolt fight. It’s still Ron who cares for Hermione, even though he’s angry with her, while Harry is like “oh ok but gotta finish Snape’s essay tho”. Priorities.

“How’s she doing it?” Ron muttered to Harry one evening as Harry sat finishing a nasty essay on Undetectable Poisons for Snape. Harry looked up. Hermione was barely visible behind a tottering pile of books.

“Doing what?”

“Getting to all her classes!” Ron said. “I heard her talking to Professor Vector, that Arithmancy witch, this morning. They were going on about yesterday’s lesson, but Hermione can’t’ve been there, because she was with us in Care of Magical Creatures! And Ernie McMillan told me she’s never missed a Muggle Studies class, but half of them are at the same time as Divination, and she’s never missed one of them either!”

Harry didn’t have time to fathom the mystery of Hermione’s impossible schedule at the moment; he really needed to get on with Snape’s essay. Two seconds later, however, he was interrupted again, this time by Wood. - Prisoner of Azkaban

It’s Ron who understands that Hermione is driving herself mad. Ron, not Harry. Bye, can’t hear you over the canon facts.

“I don’t believe it!” Hermione wailed. “Was Professor Flitwick angry? Oh, it was Malfoy, I was thinking about him and I lost track of things!”

“You know what, Hermione?” said Ron, looking down at the enormous Arithmancy book Hermione had been using as a pillow. “I reckon you’re cracking up. You’re trying to do too much.”

“No, I’m not!” said Hermione, brushing her hair out of her eyes and staring hopelessly around for her bag. “I just made a mistake, that’s all! I’d better go and see Professor Flitwick and say sorry... I’ll see you in Divination!” - Prisoner of Azkaban

Later on...

Hermione looked down at her hardly touched plate of food, then put her knife and fork down upon it and pushed it away from her.

"Oh c'mon, 'Er-my-knee," said Ron, accidentally spraying Harry with bits of Yorkshire pudding. "Oops - sorry, 'Arry -" He swallowed. "You won't get them sick leave by starving yourself!"

"Slave labor," said Hermione, breathing hard through her nose. "That's what made this dinner. Slave labor."

And she refused to eat another bite.

[…]

"Treacle tart, Hermione!" said Ron, deliberately wafting its smell toward her. "Spotted dick, look! Chocolate gateau!"

But Hermione gave him a look so reminiscent of Professor McGonagall that he gave up. - Goblet of Fire, chapter 12

Dinner was a subdued affair that night. Harry and Ron did not talk much, but ate with gusto, having studied hard all day. Hermione, on the other hand, kept putting down her knife and fork and diving under the table for her bag, from which she would seize a book to check some fact or figure. Ron was just telling her that she ought to eat a decent meal or she would not sleep that night, when her fork slid from her limp fingers and landed with a loud tinkle on her plate. - Order of the Phoenix, chapter 31

Hmm, now it looks to me that Harry is mostly oblivious to Hermione and it’s Ron who’s taking care of her. But hey, “hArMoAnY” I guess!

Ron's humour gets on Hermione's nerves

Fake news, it’s actually Harry’s humour that Hermione doesn’t like.

Really, just read this essay, written by someone who actually read the books without cherry-picking them, it should show you how blatanly wrong you are.

her cleverness does the same to him.

*deep breath*

WHY YOU ALWAYS LYIIIIIIN, WHY THE FUCK YOU LYIIIIIIN, OH MY GOD STOP FUCKIN LYING

Again, a comprehensive list of BOOK QUOTES because I’ve dedicated too much time to proving you wrong: https://www.quora.com/How-many-times-has-Ron-Weasley-supported-Hermione-and-told-her-how-amazing-and-talented-she-is/answer/Issy-Dodds

Anyway Anon...

Your ‘Harmony’ is built on a pile of lies, blatant Ron Weasley erasure and a creepy fetishistic obsession with making a teenage girl look like she’s the ideal life partner for a guy who blatantly does NOT want her to be his life partner. Yall have issues.

#vivi answers #ask #anti harmony #harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #not just the clown but the whole circus #hp meta

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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bakugou katsuki alphabet hc’s

a/n: just a little something something for me being swamped with final preparations and my wip being nowhere near completed!!!

SFW

A = Affection (How affectionate are they with an s/o?)

Bakugou is not that affectionate, hate to tell you guys that. He’s a cat through and through. He’s someone who touches you when he wants to, not when you want it. Sometimes it varies, but most of the time it’s him giving you a look, after all, he will never outright tell you to touch him. But you can see it, the slight eyebrow lift, the curl of his lip because you’re not being affectionate with him. It happens both in private and public, but there are moments in private where he just is clingy, not in an overly clingy way, but a: let’s hold hands while being on our phones sorta way.

B = Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

There is not much in this world that will take Bakugou’s breath away. He’s just that sort of guy that even when he’s caught off guard, you will never ever know it explicitly. That being said, there is one thing that does take his breath away. Arguing with him

Now, I'm not talking about crazy psycho bitch arguing where the both of you are going through some world war with each other. I’m talking about an argument where he comes in knowing he’s in the wrong but him not knowing what to do. Argue your side, explain why he’s doing things wrong, how it’s wrong, and how to improve. Taking his insecurities and his inability to do things correctly isn’t something he enjoys being attacked about, but when you take it in, absorb it, and help him it just steals his breath away because holy hell, you respect him, you love him, and he feels the exact same way.

C = Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

Bakugou does cuddle, but oh boy does it take a long time for him to be able to allow this to happen.

Bakugou is a little spoon. now shut up and listen to why. When your relationship first begins, he is not open to showing his affections, and would turn onto his side before ever asking to hold you. So you have to take it up to yourself to snuggle into his back side, nose buried into his spine. With time, and with Bakugou finally opening up and expressing his feelings, and his ability to be as vulnerable as he can get, most nights it's with him laying his head on your chest, his body draped over yours. He likes this position because he feels like he’s protecting you. if anything happens at night, he’ll be the first to be hit, and that’s all that matters.

D = Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

World domination, easy.

Bakugou isn’t someone who allows for intimate relationships like picking a penny from the penny jar. He is a tiny bit arrogant and thinks he deserves the best, so when he finally chooses you to date there’s a 99% chance it’s ending in marriage. He wants the both of you to succeed.

Whatever it is in life that you want to do, what you dream to do, it automatically becomes his dream too. He’s going to support you and help you get there or his name isn’t Bakugou Katsuki.

E = Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

All things considered, especially what people would most likely think, he puts in a lot of effort.

Again, you aren’t some casual relationship, if he’s dating you that means you’re endgame in his eyes, congrats!

He may be an angry tsundere the entire time, but he remembers everything. Every important date in your life you better remember, because this asshole will then ask you seven years into the relationship about how you remember the outfit you wore on your first kiss and if you say no he’s gonna both yell at you and hold it above your head for all eternity.

He puts in effort!!!!

Sure, sometimes you might not be priority number one, but you never fall off the top ten list and he always makes sure to make it up in some sort of way if you feel negligent because of this.

F = Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

Bakugou is someone who talks you through it.

Why are you scared?

Is there something you can do about it?

How can I make it better?

He’s all about prevention, improving, helping. He wants you to feel better and he’s always been better with his words over his actions when it comes to aiding. It’s not to say that he won’t comfort you, because he will definitely touch your head and bring it to rest against his shoulder only after he’s done helping you out. He feels like he can help you through your fears and merely hugging and saying it’ll be better isn’t the way to help.

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

Bakugou remembers everything about ya, he’s going to get you the gifts you really need.

Yes, need, not want.

Oh you want a whole new makeup collection? Uh no, what you need is a whole new ass vanity and make up organizer because he’s seen those same damn colors you want in your collection but you don’t have shit organized so you don’t know!

Oh you want a new video game? Uh no,,, okay fair, he wants it too, so you both need it for date nights.

Bakugou absolutely hates getting gifts in return, for some reason he thinks its atone to charity work or like guilty gifts. If you want to give him a present, he might allow it, but do not and I mean DO NOT give him a gift for what he gives you (outside of appropriate holidays of course).

H = Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

Bakugou hugs you, that’s a given. But how he hugs is pretty dependent on mood and where the two of you are.

When it’s in public he’s a major fan of the one armed hug, the typical “we besties but not like that” hug. Never ever think it’s because he’s embarrassed of you, he’s just… emotionally constipated and he can’t fathom hugging you while everyone watches because he gets nervous. But there are times, in public, where something happens. Something that causes him to worry for you, and he’ll be on you in an instant, his arms slamming you in. One on the small of your back, the other between your shoulder blades. He loves you and only when he’s not in control does he forget his boundaries.

In private though, it’s another story. He’s the person who has their arms wrapped loosely around your waist, his hands holding onto your hips ever so softly. He buries his face into your neck and just breathes. Sometimes he likes to sway with you in his arms, other times he likes to carry you too.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

He’s definitely an… acquired taste of romance. Nothing he does is outside the spectrum of what is considered to be romantic! If he had done it with a sugary sweet ‘im so in love with you smile’ no one would say anything, but he does these things in a Bakugou way where people are like: “ARE YOU SURE YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN?!” and then look over at you who’s crying because you think he’s the most romantic person in the world.

Oh he has hella problems, just because you’re it for him doesn’t mean he knows how to behave correctly. He goes through self reflection because of this! He needs to figure out what intimacy means for him, and how to express it to you while also keeping your ideas of intimacy in hand. It always works out though, he will always put together how to make it work.

J = Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Surprise, surprise, Bakugou Katsuki is a jealous man :)

The worst part of Bakugou’s jealousy is that he knows that he has no reason to be jealous. There are only a handful of people Bakugou feel inferior to, like truly and honestly inferior to. He knows he’s not always the best, no matter how hard he tries, but he knows where he lies in the world. So when he sees other people flirting with you he knows right away that there’s no reason to be jealous. But that doesn’t do anything to the instinctive monster in his mind that tells him to murder the random extra for even considering you to be on a level similiar to theirs.

He storms over, fury and murder in his eyes, parking himself right behind you, eyes glaring at the person who is flirting with you because on god he’s not going to say shit until he has to. If the person doesn’t understand that their presence isn’t welcomed, then Bakugou has no issue twirling you where you stand and shoving his tongue in your mouth. In fact most of your public kisses have stemmed from situations like these.

But the dangerous jealousy is the one where you invoke it. The eyes on him the entire time you’re flirting with him, fueling the fires of his jealousy and irateness. There’s nothing stopping him from going over there, but in this? This is a competition for him. Who’s breaking first? He’ll grab someone nearby, eyes on you while he flirts himself. Although it’s not really flirting he can’t understand anything the person he grabbed is saying, he just enjoys the anger in your own eyes until one of you -- most of the time him -- snaps and storms over.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Hohohoho, Bakugou Katsuki is initially the worst kisser in the entire WORLD.

His kiss is like slimey, too much saliva, sweat pouring from his face because he’s nervous. He won’t touch you because if he did he’d leave handprints on your clothes. He clumsily clashes his teeth against yours, and oh god is this the appropriate amount of tongue to use?

Just teach him

Bakugou is a lowkey sucker for kisses, he enjoys nights where you poke him in the face obviously wanting a kiss from him, but he can’t help but make it difficult for you. He’ll face poke after poke until he gets up, face trying to stay angry until you pull him into a kiss. He’s much better at this point, he likes holding your cheek with his right hand, his left hand either grasping your wrist or holding your hand. He’s into the slow and languid kisses, the ones that keep you shut up for moments to come because he enjoys blue balling you.

Bakugou will kiss you every day until the day he dies, even if he’s mad at you or something, no day is passed without a kiss in the morning and at night.

L = Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

Bakugou Katsuki is a hard one for this.

On one hand, I can see him not being the first one to say it. Bakugou being the first to admit to something as deep, as soul revealing as being in love with you? It can happen at anytime during the relationship, but he will first murmur it when he swears you’re asleep, and then again when you ask him.

But on the other hand, I can see him saying it first. Bakugou isn’t an idiot, he knows you won’t say it in case he doesn’t return your feelings, but the thing is Bakugou has been in love for quite some time so he’ll say it out of the blue. Not in the middle of silence but during a conversation that you don’t register until he’s glaring at you for ignoring his statement.

After all, Bakugou doesn’t lose. ;p

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

Bakugou isn’t dating you just so he can say he’s dating someone. Hell nah, if he’s dating you like hell he isn’t gonna have you take his last name so he can show you off to the world like some toy he had won. It’s not done in a bad way, just a smug ‘I married the best person in the world’ sorta way.

Bakugou is a small and intimate most likely modern sort of party. There is no free bar, like hell he’s going to let people get wasted through his money on his day. But it definitely becomes his favorite day in the entire year watching you come down the aisle and getting to dance with you.

N = Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

Bakugou enjoys date nights at home.

He likes coming together with you to prepare dinner, chucking food at each other when someone messes up. Then the food is taken to the living room where he threatens not to mess anything up or feel his wrath. After the threat, you sit between his legs and the two of you go ham on video games or watch a movie.

Other than that he likes amusement parks, museums, hiking, and camping trips!!

O = Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

He will not lie to you to make you feel better. Don’t go to Bakugou expecting a cheerful pick up when you’re in the wrong because he will not allow you to believe that you’re in the moral high ground when you’re wrong. This also means you can’t give him half explained stories, don’t start something with him expecting him to support you when it’s questionable if you’re in the right.

P = Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Oh he definitely is.

Every day comes a new sort of competition, some sort of race where the both of you need to express how the other one is better. Sometimes it seems like a fight match between the two of you, but you both know that it's all fun and games. He respects you and thinks of you highly so will always give it his all. And if he learns how to manipulate your body to get where he wants to be, so be it.

Q = Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

Bakugou 100% asks for your opinion on things. If he’s sharing his thoughts that means he fully expects your opinion on it and ten reasons as to why you believe it. Your opinion is valued to him and he’s not arrogant enough to forget that your voice matters as well.

And Bakugou will always share his opinion, even sometimes when you don’t ask for it. He’s open and honest and always willing to give you the feedback you need. He respects and loves you too much to let you get away with a lie from him.

R = Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Bakugou isn’t a spontaneous person, but life is just so out of control for him that most things while originally planned, end up being on the spot.

Like oh, our date night at this restaurant we planned was ruined because I had a last second call into the office that I couldn’t say no to, there's this little hole in the wall three blocks away if you want to go there instead?

He likes having an agenda, okay?

S = Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

On his own, Bakugou is a sprawler in his sleep. He turns left and right, flipping under the covers and kicking them off. He warns you of this well before sleeping in the same bed together, but when you finally get the chance to do it, he calms completely. He lays on his stomach, his head pressed into your stomach, an arm securely wrapped around your waist while he remains still at night. He’s a bit of a holder, even if he won’t admit it.

T = Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

Bakugou would not even admit to liking you should he not trust you.

Trust is the most important thing to Bakugou, if he can’t trust you then there’s no reason for him to be dating you.

He would willingly let you choose the fate of his life if that was an option.

U = Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

He’s a complete novice to everything when you date him. You have to teach him a lot of things because he never really grew up with it and well, his parents have a very unique style of love so he thought that you would be dominating in every aspect and he had major qualms about that.

He is also somehow willing to try out everything with you without needing to be asked. So those sexy ballroom tango classes you saw one day? He’ll bitch the entire time before the class but will be the first out of the door to go to these events.

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

It takes awhile. While Bakugou trusts you completely, being vulnerable just isn’t him. He doesn’t like being vulnerable, so it takes a lot for him to just… break down and split open showing everything about him to you.

In this state he’s emotional and somehow emotionless. Tears soak his cheeks, his lips red and raw, hoarse voice, thick words. He looks like a mess and you don’t know how to fix it, but you guide him through it. He might not acknowledge how he was in this state later on, but he will thank you quietly one night.

Remind him that it’s okay to be vulnerable, he needs to be reminded.

W = Wild Card (Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

He enjoys it when you do any of the boyfriend challenges from tiktok. Oh yes, this boy is well updated with the trending challenges thanks to Kaminari and he just waits around daily to see when or if you’ll do it to him. If not he’ll ask you why you aren’t doing it to him yet, and you just kinda ‘:O you want me to do that?!’

He also is super into spa nights. He will paint your toe nails, massage your body (as long as its reciprocated), and lounging with you with big fluffy towels, eating cucumbers with lemon and chile, and face masks on!

X = X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Bakugou is a scary nurse. He just screams at you the entire time as to how stupid you are for getting injured, but will take care of you perfectly. And don’t you dare smile at him while he fluffs your pillow and make sure you feel 100% okay because he is MAD at you and you can’t be happy because he was scared shitless earlier! Oh yeah and you’re an idiot, and he made the soup slightly warmer than needed because he was so angry so let it cool down before you eat it, unless you want to burn yourself, which wouldn’t surprise him!

Y = Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

When you don’t speak up. He doesn’t like it when you hold your opinions to yourself, he finds it aggravating and annoying. Speak up if things bother you, don’t be spineless especially around him.

He hates uncleanliness and lack of personal hygiene. Brush your teeth every day, shower when you need to! CLEAN YOUR DAMN ROOM!

Z = Zeal (Are they passionate as an s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

Bakugou Katsuki is in fact a passionate boyfriend, he just has his unique ways of showing it. He never wants you to feel like he doesn’t love you, or doesn’t feel so deeply about this relationship because he would damn the entire world for you. And yeah, he likes and wants the passion, but give him some time to be comfortable and adjust to your ideals of it!

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Bakugou cums for the final time and he’s a panting shaking mess for a few minutes afterwards. He lays there in the cum, sweat, and other fluids while looking you in the eyes, his eyes heavy with exhaustion and love. He’ll press a kiss to whatever’s nearest before pushing off the bed to grab towels. He cleans himself off, and depending on how you’re doing will either clean you off or make you clean yourself off. Sometimes he takes you to bathe and other times he says goodnight, wraps you in your typical sleeping position and knocks out.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bakugou's favorite body part of his (outside his cock) is definitely his arms and his shoulders. He’s got powerful arms and shoulders, they’re wide, sturdy, and thick. They look good, they’ve always looked good. But they look so much better with your desperate hands clinging onto his shoulders like some lifeline, his skin permanently scarred from your raking fingers when you cry his name… oh yeah, its definitely that.

Bakugou is a cultured man who loves tits, ass, and thighs equally. He loves seeing your breasts squeezing around his cock as he’s strapped to the bed, your mouth in a sly smirk because you won’t suck him off. Your ass? He really fucking loves slapping your ass as you lay against his lap, counting the number of spanks he’s given you. He loves how soft and how much it bounces with every smack. And your thighs? He loves when you’re riding his face or the way they tighten so powerfully around his waist.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Bakugou’s cum is as good as cum gets, if you ignore the weird spicy aftertaste to them on the occasions he eats spicy food. He loves having it splattered against your face, the thick milky liquid just dripping from your face while you look up at him with shining eyes. He also admits to enjoying kissing you after oral sex, the taste of intermixing cum and spit overwhelming him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bakugou is a panty thief, well really, anything he can get his hands on (even when you’re dating). He enjoys seeing you wandering around the room without your matching panty or bra, desperately trying to find the other set. It’s most definitely in his pocket at the time you can’t seem to find it, the fabric running between his fingers while telling you to just wear a mismatched one because he’s the only one gonna be seeing it anyways. Who you trying to impress???

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

VIRGIN BAKUGOU VIRGIN BAKUGOU VIRGIN BAKUGOU VIRGIN BAKUGOU VIRGIN BAKUGOU VIRGIN BAKUGOU VIRGIN BAKUGOU VIRGIN BAKUGOU

He does not know what he’s doing, but he’s a fast adapter. He’ll be a complete booty for the first round and you can laugh for ages about it, but afterwards he’ll know what works and what doesn’t -- though sometimes…. Lol nvm

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Anything that shows off his strength.

Against the wall, wheelbarrow, anything, anything, anything that can show he’s sooo much stronger.

He also likes missionary too, he’s just the type okay??? Plus perfect access to his shoulders.

Reverse cowgirl.

Doggy style.

Anything where you’re pressed chest to chest, it just brings up the level of intimacy for Bakugou.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

This is serious.

Bakugou isn’t a joking person to begin with, and he doesn’t magically evolve a humor boner while he’s slamming into you.

I mean sure, the two of you can breathlessly laugh at things, but it’s not because you’re exchanging jokes -- you tried once and he just sorta… glared at you. If he wanted to laugh during sex he would rather die, this is serious to him, so be serious too.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

His pubes are darker than his hair, but they’re in the same blond family.

They are also very well-groomed. He thought it was appropriate to make sure he wasn’t a wild untame bush before fucking you because he wasn’t sure how you liked it. He also likes it well groomed because less chaffing in his costume.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Bakugou is someone who thinks highly of sex, so he is 100% focused in on it while fucking you. There’s nothing on his mind except getting you to cum a big scream of his name. At times he can be romantic, he’s done the flowers on the bed before and thought it was completely fucking stupid. You know he loves you so, and if he loves you dearly why does he have to change the way he behaves during sex?

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Bakugou is an angry masturbator.

It was a great way to find release before you, long days at work crumbling over the second he was in the shower. But when the two of you finally do start dating and having sex he believes that it’s best to masturbate when the two of you aren’t in contact.

He unashamedly will call you and tell you talk, jacking off to the sound of you telling him about your day, unaware of what he was doing.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Switch - Bakugou will sub or dub

Brat - when Bakugou is a sub, be ready to tame him at all costs. He’s not an easy sub to handle before being tamed, but once you have him, he’s easy.

Degradation - he enjoys it both ways, he likes hearing his natural language bleed into the bedroom and seeing how it finally gets to you in a way that benefits him. But he also enjoys hearing the curse words used against him, done in the same manner and tenor only someone who knew everything about him could do.

Spanking/hitting - Its a time he can use his quirk, he enjoys seeing your bruised skin burning in ways that have you panting for more.

Sensory deprivation - forcing you to succumb to him entire, trusting that he does whats best is a head rush to him.

Sounding - ...he’s a bit of a masochist.

Biting/marking - he likes making sure everyone knows you belong to someone

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Dining room table.

Hallways before the room.

The bed.

Midoriya’s bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Good god, just stroke this man's ego and his boner will be flying sky high.

Gently run your fingers against his shoulder, whisper into his left ear while talking about trivial things, whatever you do, don’t let it on that you’re horny. Scrape your fingers against the nape of his neck, lips brushing against his raising skin.

This man is head over heels for you, and when you are so comfortable you are your true self around him (including wearing any sort of lingerie in the colors black, orange, or geen ((bonus points if its inspired from his hero costume))) he’ll be ready to bounce.

Calling him your hero.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Whining.

Do not whine.

Now I don’t mean in a ‘you whined for his cock while he pulled away from your shuddering hole, you wanted him more’ but more like a ‘Katsuki please fuck me!!! You haven’t fucked me in so long and I need you cockkkkk!’ sorta way.

Its pathetic, he fucks you enough, stop that.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Short kings like Bakugou have to be good at eating out, it’s the law, congratulations.

He grows to be good at it, and loves to have you writhing in his arms, or better yet, have your fingers yanking at his scalp while you ride his face.

He kinda gets overwhelmed when you suck him off, years of screaming suck my cock just sort of desensitized him to the power behind the words, especially when its your mouth around his aching leaking cock. He loves having you meet his eyes, the threat of what’s to come if you look away bubbling in his veins while he presses his fingers to your throat, to feel his cock stretching that out

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

You guessed it, he’s a middle kinda man.

He spans on both ends, most of the time leaning towards the fast and rough sex because that’s his personality, but there are more than enough times where its slow and sensual that you remember.

He enjoys having you crying out a lot, sure, but there's more than enough instances where he enjoys having you pressing gently into the bed, fingers grasping your waist, cock pushing into you just enough to create the friction that you crave. Your fluttering eyes, soundless gasps, and sweaty foreheads pressed against each other.

Yup, yup, he likes that so much better but won’t admit it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t enjoy quickies, he feels like they’re half-assed versions of sex, sure, its exhilarating to see how fast you can possibly make each other cum, but it’s not as fun. Not enough moaning, contact, or pleasure that presents itself in quickies as a proper sex session gives.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Bakugou doesn’t mind experimenting, he’s super big on the ‘try it once to see if you like it, go on from there’ sort of mentality so he’s tried it all. Something are a bit of a long term discussion, anything ass play took some time for him to consider, and then allow you to try out in bed. But he does try anything you’re up for as long as you give the same energy back about the things he wants to try.

Risks… depends on what you consider to be a risk.

Fucking in public? Hell no, Bakugou aint gonna fuck you in public, risking his reputation and yours, just so you can milk him of his seed.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Stamina for fucking days son.

One round is a warm up for him. He’s used to sweating, used to fighting with every ounce of energy in his body for up to thirty minutes and walking away without so much as a sore shoulder. Fucking you is like a typical patrol without villains for him. He can go plenty upon plenty of rounds. Although, he is pretty easy to make cum.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Toys were sort of a weird subject to bring in, only because Bakugou insisted that he could do everything that a toy could do and better. After a month of arguing that no, he could not do what a toy could do, you finally caved and went to a sex shop.

He was mistaken, he can’t do everythiing a toy can do, and good god do you guys own literally everything on the planet.

Toys are meant to be shared, even Bakugou isn’t that stingy to implement that!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bakugou hates hates hates being on the receiving end of teasing. Okay, ‘not like don’t ever do it’ hate it but in a ‘i hate what it does to me’ hate it. He hates feeling inferior, on his knees begging for you to do something more than just teasing while his cock throbs on his stomach.

But oh does he love teasing. His thumb pressing down on your bottom lip, watching while your eyes are hazy in need, babbling words pouring from your mouth while he teases the shit out of you until finally giving you what you need, what you want.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Bakugou is not quiet outside of the bed, and he is definitely not quiet in bed.

He’s definitely someone who makes the rougher noises in bed, the throaty growls, puffing breathes. He’ll moan in your ear, growl by your throat, hiss against your skin. He makes every noise in the world he isn’t afraid of shit. He feels good and the entire fucking world will know if he has to.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Bakugou is a bit of a masochist, like a slight, slight masochist.

He enjoys when you're sadistic with him, pulling his hair, and sounding. Tear at his skin, make him bleed, make him beg. He’s a hero because he can stand back up even after being hit, he must like it just the tiniest bit.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Six inches soft, seven inches hard. Thickiest fucking dick you’ve seen though, that shit be like |||| thiccc ya feel? Curves upwards, and lots of veins on dat bitch.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Definitely not as high as everyone wants it to be.

His sex drive is actually pretty average, not too high, not too low. He does get horny pretty quickly because you know how to work him, but he doesn’t walk around being half hard all the time.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Bakugou is most definitely asleep five minutes after climaxing. Most fuck sessions happen after dark so it works out just fine. In the rare times it happens in public, or in the morning he won’t fall asleep but he’s a bit spacey for about thirty minutes.

#bakugou x reader #bnha #bnha x reader

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outsiderslamb · 4 years ago

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Curly knew he’d fucked up big time, not by robbing the liquor store but by being stupid enough to get caught. He shuffled his feet against the cold ground of the holding cell, one foot was bare (save for a tattered white sock) while the other had his nearly-decade-old sneaker. The other shoe was still at the liquor store somewhere.

He nervously tapped his feet against the ground and clacked his rather long fingernails against the bench until the man behind the desk snapped at him to be quiet. That only made him carry on even louder. He liked the way the pig behind the desk grumbled and covered his ears in response. ‘Good,’ Curly thought with a little smirk, maybe now the man would feel a fraction of the boy’s own discomfort.

Eventually, he grew tired of the tapping, so he swung his legs in circles for a little while. Once he tired of that, he hiked his legs up and hugged them to his chest, resting his cheek on his knees. Tim would come soon. He promised he would.

Thinking back to the incident, Curly’s chest started to throb a little. When his foot had gotten caught during the escape, he remembered crying out for help. But nobody had even turned to look at him. They just hared it out the window he’d pried open for them.

‘They were just scared,’ Curly thought, squishing his cheek further against his jeans. Curly tried his best to be glad that everyone had made it out safely, but a little part of him, a part of him that he believed to be very selfish, wished that he had somebody here with him.

Curly might lean his head on their shoulder in a silent plea for comfort, but he knew that anybody who was friends with him would shove him off with a sneer or a growl. Well, almost everybody.

‘Pony wouldn’t shove me away,’ Curly thought miserably, but then was stabbed with a potent pang of guilt at the thought of Ponyboy sitting in the station with him. Ponyboy wouldn’t deserve this... He was too smart and nice, and better than Curly. Squeezing his legs even tighter, Curly found himself wanting a hug more now than ever before.

Tim arrived a little while later to pay the bail and bring him home until the trial. He said nothing the whole way out of the station, no sharp words, but no reassurance either. He treated the situation as though he was picking up groceries; curt and polite, yet clearly in a hurry to be gone.

When they got in the car, Curly expected Tim to start grilling him. He sat there in silence, digging his fingers into his jeans while Tim reversed the car out of the station.

“ Where's your other shoe?” Tim asked once they were on the road. His voice was quiet and defeated.

“I lost it,” Curly said softly, head slumping forward so that his wiry hair would fall over his face.

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When Curly got the news that he was going to spend the next six months in reformatory, he wasn’t surprised. In fact, he’d expected to get a way worse fate, this was something he could handle.

“ It's such bullshit,” Ponyboy said where he was lounging on Curly’s bed. Ponyboy had come over to return Curly’s shoe and stayed to say goodbye; as Curly would be leaving in a few hours.

Curly finished stuffing the last of his clothes into his bag and zipped it up, “I know,” Ponyboy wasn’t even the one getting shipped out and he seemed more upset than Curly did about it.

“I mean, it's not like you were the only one who-” before Ponyboy could finish his sentence, Curly scrambled over to him and shoved his hand over his friend’s mouth, muffling the words.

“ Shhh !” He hissed, then lowered his voice. “Tim doesn’t know that. I don’t want him going after the other guys.” He whispered into Pony’s ear.

Pony wrenched Curly’s hand away. “Why not?” He hissed back, “They deserve some comeuppance for just leaving you there. That’s not what friends do.”

“They were scared,” Curly replied, feeling the need to defend his friends at all costs. He knew that if Tim found out there were others involved, he’d go out to deliver his own form of justice; and that was never pretty.

“You would have gone back for any of them,” Ponyboy said back, his voice still a hushed whisper, but the angrier he got, the louder he got too, “It's just not fair, Curly, if you have to get punished so should they. And I still think that you shouldn’t have to get sent away at all! It's so stupid!”

Curly groaned, trying not to get upset himself, “It is what it is,” he said, not really believing it. But he knew himself, and he knew that if he let Ponyboy continue making him think about how frustrating and miserable his situation was, he would start crying . And Curly felt enough like a cry-baby lately.

“Well, it shouldn’t be!” Pony huffed, flopping down on the bed angrily. Curly leaned over him and was surprised to find tears were forming in the boy’s stormy, greenish-gray eyes. Fuck. That was going to make two of them soon if Curly didn’t get himself under control.

“Well- well it just is! It just is, Pony!” Curly snapped, his voice wobbling as he tried to mask his upset with anger. His heart was pounding while he thought back to what Tim had told him about his own time in reformatory- it was going to break him. No matter how much Curly said to himself that six months wouldn’t, he knew it would. He didn’t want to change; he was fine the way he was.

The lump in Curly’s throat grew. “I don’t want to leave you!” He yelled, tears pricking his eyes and slipping down his cheeks. “I don’t wanna be away from you, and Tim, and Angela, and all the others! Even if they left me there! I love them! I can’t help it!” He was full-on sobbing now, big globby tears rolling down his face and dripping off his chin. He felt so ugly right now, so he held a fistful of the covers to his face, partially to hide and partially to muffle his cries.

Before he knew it, there were arms thrown around him and he was squished into a tight hug. Curly sniffled and hugged Ponyboy back, burying his face into his friend’s silky orange hair. He could feel the cool drops of Ponyboy’s tears falling onto the back of his neck.

“ It's okay,” Ponyboy whimpered. “I’ll- I’ll send you letters and I’m sure your friends will do the same,” Curly was starting to calm down, and so was Ponyboy. “And if they don’t, well, I’ll go tell Tim that they left you,” Ponyboy said with a determined huff.

Curly pulled away. “Don’t!” he snapped.

Pony folded his arms. “I will.”

Before Curly could start arguing, the door creaked open.

“Curly, c’mon, finish saying goodbye. It's time to go.” It was Tim, and the exhausted, defeated look on his face nearly made Curly start crying all over again.

“Just a second.” Curly grumbled, grabbing his bag from off the floor and getting to his feet. Tim walked off somewhere down the hall, presumably to start the car. Curly threw the bag over his shoulder and started when Pony tapped him.

“Don’t forget your shoe.” Pony said, holding the once-missing left shoe out to Curly, who noticed that there was a little slip of paper sticking out from inside. He eyed it cautiously and Pony pressed a forefinger to his lips, ‘ shhhhh ,’

Before Curly to turn away to leave, he felt a hand grab his shoulder and turn him around. Before Curly could react, both of Pony’s hands were on his shoulders to steady him, and their mouths were touching.

The kiss was awkward and long, Pony’s eyes were squeezed shut and the little puffs of breath through his nose were tickling Curly’s face. Curly couldn’t shut his eyes no matter how hard he tried. He was running out of breath and sure that he would turn blue by the time Pony pulled back.

“Good luck!” Pony shouted, and without another word, ran off out of the house, shoving past Tim.

Curly was stunned silent. His face surly red as an apple. Finally, he opened the slip of paper and found a few things written there; one thing was the Curtis home phone number, another was a note that only read ‘I love you, Curly’.

#The outsiders #Curly Shepard #Ponyboy Curtis #Purly #My writing #Ollie writes #fanfiction #fanfic

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ushijimaenthusiast · 4 years ago

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hohohoho i did it. here’s a new ushiiwa based off a dream i had

ushiiwa on a family farm with confessions but an unhappy ending

[ao3]

The look of surprise on Hajime’s face is enough to halt Wakatoshi’s footsteps. Immediately, he’s regretting this surprise visit, wondering if maybe he should have called or not come at all. Hajime’s wide eyes and open mouth have sweat starting to build at the base of Wakatoshi’s spine, his hands going clammy. He itches to rub them off on his jeans but doesn’t want to draw any more attention to himself.

“‘Toshi,” Hajime whispers. His heart aches at hearing the nickname for the first time in years, and maybe, just maybe--

Hajime’s open mouth twists into a splitting grin, and he rushes from the stable door towards Wakatoshi and throws his arms around Wakatoshi as best he can. He’s inches shorter and smaller in more than one way, but the hug is so overwhelming Wakatoshi can do nothing but stand there. He feels like he’s on fire.

Hajime steps away before Wakatoshi can return the hug, but the smile on his face makes him seem like he doesn’t mind. Instead, his hands trail down Wakatosh’s arms slowly, little sparks firing off with every caress until they disappear right before Wakatoshi’s hands. His stomach roils at the thought of them not holding hands right now.

Instead, he pulls back and shoves his sweaty palms into his pockets, and tries to offer his own smile. He’s not sure how successful it is, but Hajime’s smile doesn’t dim.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asks, rocking back on his heels.

Wakatoshi tries to brighten his smile as he shrugs nonchalantly. “I was in the neighborhood.”

Hajime barks out a laugh, throwing his head back and exposing the long column of his neck. The lightning tattoo Wakatoshi knows is there peeks out from under the collar of Hajime’s shirt. Wakatoshi has never seen the full thing in person but knows it stretches across his chest beautifully.

“You’re about a thousand miles from home if I’m not mistaken,” Hajime says, the smile turning softer. There’s a small fluttering feeling in Wakatoshi’s stomach that moves every time that smile is directed at him. “What really brings you all the way out here?”

Wakatoshi shrugs again and forces himself to look away from Hajime. They’re in one of the family’s many stables, this one holding the older horses on the grounds, the ones unable to breed or race anymore. According to Hajime’s mother, one of Hajime’s favorite horses is in here.

“I know you’re finally on a break from tour, and figured a friendly face might be a welcome sight.”

There’s that soft smile again. Wakatoshi’s insides flip and flop and he feels like he might be sick.

“I could. I really could.”

Hajime leads him out of the stables and back towards the giant three-story house their family resides in. They have a small lunch and catch up, and Wakatoshi does his best to keep that smile on Hajime’s face. After lunch, Hajime takes him back out to the stables to meet the horses. Hajime’s favorite is indeed in the one they met in, a black Appaloosa with what almost looks like snowfall covering his entire back, named Godzilla.

Wakatoshi eyes him wearily. “Really?”

Hajime grins brightly. “We got him when I was a kid. He didn’t last long as a racer but I couldn’t part with him. He’s practically my baby.”

The horse sniffs at Wakatoshi’s hand but otherwise ignores him in favor of Hajime’s attention.

“I was gonna take him out before you showed up, but I can always do that later. How long are you here for anyway?”

“Just a couple of days.” Hajime gives a goodbye kiss to Godzilla and leads them out of the stables and back into the bright sunshine. “Your mother is letting me stay in the guest house, if that’s alright with you.”

“Yeah man, that’s fine! I’m surprised she didn’t offer one of our guest rooms in the main house.”

Wakatoshi cringes inwardly. “She did, but I didn’t want to intrude that much.”

“You’re not intruding man. You’re practically family.”

Something swells in Wakatoshi’s chest, almost choking him. Hajime doesn’t see him falter in his steps as they walk along a path leading through the property’s gardens.

They go back to easier topics, safer ones. Hajime talks about escapades that happened on tour, and Wakatoshi fills him in on their friend’s shenanigans back home.

As they walk they drift closer and closer together, and Wakatoshi has to swallow the bile that rises in his throat as he itches to wrap an arm around Hajime’s shoulders.

Hajime’s life on tour sounds so exciting and extravagant that Wakatoshi has no idea how he could compare. It doesn’t matter that they’ve labeled each other best friends, it doesn’t matter that they’ve known one another for years. They’ve drifted apart ever since Hajime’s music career kicked off. They haven’t even seen each other in person in who knows how long. Touring kept Hajime away from back home, and work kept Wakatoshi from traveling. This is the first long break Hajime has had in years, and Wakatoshi only knows about it because of Hajime’s social media. There was no actual message to Wakatoshi. If anything, he’s being a creepy stalker and could be wholly unwanted here.

He starts to sweat again as they find a small fountain in the middle of the garden and Hajime goes to sit down. He pats the space next to him and Wakatoshi has no choice but to sit close. They’re so close he can feel the heat emitting from Hajime. He wants to puke.

The sun is starting to set, casting a blue hue over everything. It makes Wakatoshi feel like he’s in a dream.

Hajime sighs next to him.

“I really am glad you’re here,” he whispers. “I know I haven’t done much to keep in contact, and I’m sorry for that.”

“You’ve been busy,” Wakatoshi defends.

“Yeah, but I still could have called or something. Seeing you again makes me realize how much I missed you.”

Wakatoshi’s eyes go wide, not sure how to take that statement. He doesn’t want to say anything in case it’ll be the wrong thing, doesn’t want to alter the meaning dancing in his mind. Hajime’s shoulders rise in a tense breath, then slowly lower as he forces himself to relax.

He turns to Wakatoshi, his lips turned into something that’s not quite a frown, but definitely not a smile.

“I’m serious, ‘Toshi. You’re the one person I’ve missed the most, and I’m still having a hard time believing you came all the way out here to see me.”

“I’d do anything for you,” Wakatoshi blurts. He snaps his mouth shut, mentally cursing his traitorous mouth.

Hajime’s lips start to upturn at the corners, but it’s still not quite a smile. “I know. I know.” he scoots infinitesimally closer, pressing their thighs together and sending sparks flying through Wakatoshi. He doesn’t know what to do, with his hands, with his body. All he can do is stare at Hajime as he twists his body to fully look at Wakatoshi, the heat of their pressed thighs burning pleasantly. “Seeing you again ‘Toshi--” he breaks off with an unhappy laugh, then runs a hand over his face before standing from the bench. Wakatoshi’s thigh is now freezing cold. “Shit.”

He’s going to do it.

Wakatoshi stands from the bench and crowds into Hajime’s space, slowly reaching for his friend’s hands before gently pulling them from his face and into the chasm between them, their fingers intertwined. He doesn’t dwell too long on how perfect they fit together, and instead waits patiently for Hajime’s eyes to rise to meet his.

I’m going for it.

When Hajime’s face is at the perfect angle, his lips slightly parted and a wide, curious look shining in his eyes, Wakatoshi leans in just enough to kiss him.

It’s hardly a press of lips, barely a whisper of what Wakatoshi wishes it was, but it’s enough. It’s enough for them to realize what exactly is happening, and it’s slow enough to give Hajime time to pull back, to reject him.

He hopes his friend doesn’t. He hopes he was reading the situation correctly, wouldn’t know what to do if this was a mistake. He knows he wouldn’t stay another night if Hajime rejected him, and knows their friendship most likely wouldn’t survive.

Hajime pulls back, sucks in a breath. Wakatoshi loosens the grip on their hands and starts to lean away, his heart breaking into a million little pieces. Hajime’s fingers slip from his. Wakatoshi has to close his eyes and focus on swallowing the bile in his throat, his mind trying to formulate an apology that his mouth can’t get out.

And then--

Then arms are being thrown around his neck and something crashes against his lips and his body is being thrown backward with the weight of another body on his. His arms fly around Hajime’s waist instinctively to keep them together and from toppling over. His mind finally catches up, and instead of being just a wall Hajime is kissing, he responds.

Hajime lets out a moan when Wakatoshi starts to move, his hands rubbing up and down Hajime’s back as he pulls the other man tighter against him. Hajime goes so far as to lift a leg as if to wrap it around Wakatoshi. He does his best to grab the muscled thigh and keep it against him, needing as much of Hajime against him as he can get.

After a full minute (or two or five) of grinding against one another, of lips biting and sucking and dancing, they pull apart panting, Hajime’s eyes closed and lips turned into a soft version of his breathtaking grin. Wakatoshi has trouble keeping his own eyes open but doesn’t want to miss a second of the look of bliss on Hajime’s face. If this is a dream, he wants to savor everything.

Wakatoshi lets Hajime’s leg drop but wraps both arms around the smaller man until they’re resting around his hips, then leans away to give them both more air.

When Hajime opens his eyes, they’re glistening.

Wakatoshi opens his mouth to apologize, to beg for forgiveness, but Hajime just brightens his smiles and leans in and gives him a quick peck on the lips.

“That was more than I’ve ever imagined,” Hajime whispers.

“You’ve thought about that?”

“Of course,” Hajime scoffs, like what Wakatoshi said was the most ridiculous thing ever. “I’ve wanted to make out with you since we first met.”

“What?”

Despite the darkening hour, they’re close enough and there’s still just enough light for Wakatoshi to make out the blush highlighting Hajime’s cheeks.

“Dude you’re like, a Greek god. I’ve crushed on you since we met. Being away from you sucked, and seeing you today just brought everything to the surface. I knew I couldn’t go another day without doing anything.”

Wakatoshi can’t breathe. There’s no way this is real. There’s no way this is actually happening. There’s absolutely no way talented, kind, amazing Hajime could return his feelings.

“This has to be a dream.”

A hand gently cups his cheek, the rough thumb tracing his bottom lip.

“This is real. This is real.”

The sincerity on Hajime’s face has Wakatoshi crumbling. He tightens his grip around the other man’s waist and tugs him closer until they can kiss again. Hajime goes willingly, opening up beautifully underneath Wakatoshi as they move together, somehow knowing when to bite or suck or run a hand over a neck or lower to cup a handful of cheek. Their moaning is loud and unabashed, uncaring for who might hear or walk by. This is something they both need, both desperately want, and nothing is going to interrupt them.

Eventually, the need to breathe comes back to haunt them, and they pull apart gasping. Wakatoshi rests his forehead against Hajime’s and just drinks in the sight of him.

He can have this? He can enjoy this? The person he’s wanted for years, the person he’s admired and adored and encouraged--

“Enough of that,” Hajime whispers. “We’ll worry about the schematics later. For now, I think we should head inside, maybe get some dinner.”

“Netflix and chill.”

Hajime laughs, his body shaking with the intensity of it. Wakatoshi can feel his cheeks heat up from the stupid joke, but seeing Hajime laugh is worth it.

“Sure, man. We’ll see how it goes.”

Their hands stay clasped together as they make their way out of the garden and back to reality. The sounds of the farm make itself known first, then they run across stablehands and even Hajime’s father. The meeting is brief and slightly awkward as they don’t let go of one another, but the old man says nothing except to wish their evening well and that Hajime needs to help around some more tomorrow.

“Maybe tomorrow we can take out Godzilla and Nosferatu for a walk. If you like riding that is. Or if not then maybe we can go into town and shop, or--there’s a diner I know of that has amazing burgers, unless you’re still a vegetarian, and if that’s the case, maybe I could just make something for you.”

“It all sounds fantastic,” Wakatoshi interjects when Hajime stops to breathe. “I’m here for a week, so I’m sure we’ll have time to try all of that. And no, I’m not still a vegetarian. I’ve found plant-based meat just doesn’t taste the same.”

Hajime sighs in relief, a smirk playing at his lips. “Good. Because I know something you wouldn’t be able to eat if you were still a vegetarian.”

His mouth falls open at the innuendo, and Hajime breaks away laughing, his form racing back towards the house.

When he’s finally able to move, Wakatoshi takes his time making his way up the path to the house, not sure if he can handle this side of his best friend. He’s heard enough dirty jokes and innuendos from his friends back home, and from his time spent in locker rooms, but it hits differently coming from Hajime. It’s… hotter. It makes his pants tight and his stomach coil and a want build in him that he’s never felt before.

Inside the brightly lit house, he follows the sound of Hajime’s laughter to the kitchen, where his mother and another woman stand cutting and prepping food.

“Hello, Wakatoshi,” Hajime’s mother calls. She’s shorter than her son, but her smile is wide and beautiful and it’s clear to see which parent he takes after. “I hope you’ve been enjoying your day.”

He nods. “It’s been pleasant. Everything here is very beautiful.”

“Aw, thank you. We try our best, but it takes a lot of work.”

Hajime steals a baby carrot from the mess on the island while his mother is distracted. The other woman slaps his hand with a spatula as he giggles his way away from them. He comes to lean against Wakatoshi’s side, the carrot half out of his mouth as he turns to offer a small tomato to Wakatoshi. But instead of just handing it off, he holds it close to Wakatoshi’s lips, staring at him expectantly.

Not knowing what else to do, he keeps his eyes on Hajime as he opens his mouth and lets the tomato slip between his lips. It’s done slow enough that Wakatoshi is able to taste the saltiness of Hajime’s fingers, feel a callus scrape against his lower lip.

Their eyes stay locked as Wakatoshi slowly chews the tomato, the burst of sweet acidity refreshing, but a part of him is craving salt.

Hajime finishes his carrot and is the first to look away, his cheeks reddening beautifully.

The other woman clears her throat and the two men turn to look at the women. “That was very cute. Now, y’all are either gonna stay and help or can go somewhere else until dinner is ready.”

“We’re gonna go,” Hajime manages to choke out. His mother laughs as he grabs Wakatoshi’s hand and bodily drags him out of the kitchen and through a maze of rooms. They reach the stairs and Hajime tugs him up to the third floor before they enter a room near the back of the house.

It’s all windows, even half the ceiling is glass. The only lights come from the lighting covering the grounds, and it’s low enough that it doesn’t deter from the brightness of the stars overhead.

Hajime pulls him to the bed in the far corner of the room until they’re sitting side by side staring out the windows.

Their thighs are pressed together, their shoulders burning points of contact. Wakatoshi starts to resist the urge to wrap his arm around Hajime but gives in after another silent second. Hajime immediately leans into the embrace, letting out a soft sigh that sends shivers down Wakatoshi’s spine.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am that you showed up,” Hajime whispers. He sneaks a hand between them and rests it on Wakatoshi’s thigh, the fingers digging into the fabric of his jeans.

“It’s like, everything clicked into place.”

“I’m glad,” Hajime scoffs, but Wakatoshi continues. “Really. I wasn’t sure how you’d take it, me showing up unannounced. Your mother assured me it would be fine, and she and your father helped get me out here. And then seeing you in the stables, I couldn’t tell if you were happy or just shocked. I was afraid you’d turn me away.”

“That’s never gonna happen.”

Hajime’s voice is so resolute that Wakatoshi can do nothing but believe him.

They lean closer together, Hajime’s head fitting perfectly on Wakatoshi’s shoulder, and his arm wrapped snuggly around the smaller man. They sit and watch the night until they’re called down for dinner.

It’s a raucous affair. It’s not just Hajime’s family that sits to eat, but any worker or stablehand still on property that hasn’t gone home for the evening. At the table, in a moment of bravery, Wakatoshi offers his lap for Hajime to sit on in an attempt to save a seat for someone else. It earns a round of laughter that has him hunching in on himself, but the chaste kiss Hajime gives him has his embarrassment floating away.

Dessert comes after, naturally, a slew of pies and cakes and even homemade ice cream. Hajime tells him it’s all because he’s back home and everyone went a little wild, that it’s not usually this extravagant. But they both sit back happily and let their dishes be piled high with sweets.

Wakatoshi can’t remember the last time he enjoyed a dinner like this. The dinners he has with his friends are few and far between and don’t feel the same without everyone there. Hajime sitting next to him just feels right and he’s loath to admit how long it took him to gather his courage and reach for this. He can’t believe how many years he missed out on being able to hold or kiss Hajime, but figures maybe, just maybe, the wait makes it all the sweeter.

Everyone cleans and stores away any leftover food, before departing to their respective places.

It’s late, and even though he doesn’t want to, Wakatoshi knows he should sleep soon. It’s been a long day, a whirlwind of emotions. He wants to take a long, warm shower before crawling into bed, but also doesn’t want to let Hajime out of his sight.

If he’s right, the way Hajime clings to him has him feeling the same.

Once everything is put away, Wakatoshi doesn’t say anything as he grabs Hajime’s hand and pulls him out of the house and towards the guest house, a quaint one-story building surrounded by flowers and ivy. It looks like something that should be in a magazine, and Wakatoshi can’t believe he’s allowed to stay in it.

They don’t say anything as they enter the darkened house. It’s almost instinctive as they cling to one another and Hajime picks their way through the darkened house to the one and only bedroom.

It’s easy to fall in bed together. It’s easy to shed clothing and wrap arms and legs around one another. The feel of Hajime pressing against him has his skin burning and tingling in all the right ways.

They don’t go past grinding against each other, but it’s the most connected to another person Wakatoshi has ever felt, the most intimate he’s ever been with someone else.

It surprises Wakatoshi when he’s turned into the little spoon and Hajime makes it his job to wrap his arms and legs around him as best he can. It should be awkward or uncomfortable, but all it does is make Wakatoshi feel loved.

Hajime presses a kiss to the base of Wakatoshi’s neck. “Tomorrow you’re gonna meet Nosferatu. He’s an ugly son of a bitch but super sweet, you’ll like him. He and Godzilla are like, best friends--”

“Is this you calling me ugly?”

Hajime shakes with laughter. “No, no man! Remember. You’re like, a Greek god, remember? Too beautiful for me.” Another kiss is placed.

Wakatoshi wiggles around until he can grip Hajime’s hand. “I don’t know how to ride a horse.”

“I’ll teach you.”

“What if I’m too heavy for him?”

“I told you, he’s super ugly. Part of that is because he’s freakin’ huge.”

“Nosferatu wasn’t that big though, was he?”

“Oh shut up, I was like, seventeen when I named him--”

“Have you even seen the film?”

Hajime shakes again with his laughter, jostling Wakatoshi. “Of course I have, you jerk. Monster classics are my jam.”

“I thought your jam was just Godzilla.”

“It’s a classic monster movie. Thus, part of my jam.”

Wakatoshi shakes with laughter now, feeling utterly happy at this silly little banter. He tugs Hajime’s arms tighter around him. He’s already starting to sweat where Hajime’s chest is pressed against his back, and there’s a kink forming in his neck where it rests on Hajime’s arm, but he doesn’t mind it. He feels totally and completely happy.

He doesn’t register it when their laughter dwindles into whispers and mumbles, or when his eyes stop opening, or when Hajime’s lips don’t move away from the back of his neck.

He just drifts off.

~*~*~

Wakatoshi wakes slowly, taking a deep lungful of air through his nose as his eyes open and he’s greeted by the blinding red glare of his alarm clock. The numbers swim together, and before he can figure out what time it is his stomach is churning, forcing him to roll out of bed and stumble to his tiny bathroom, the lid barely flipped up before he’s spewing into it.

It takes a minute until everything is out and he’s able to breathe without choking. He flushes the toilet, resting his head against the lid while his body wakes and settles.

He hasn’t had a reaction like this in ages. He’s been good at keeping everything bottled up, keeping it all under control.

But maybe it’s because he saw him on TV last night, or heard his friends talking about how lucky they are to have known him, how happy they are for where he’s gotten.

Wakatoshi is happy for him, of course. He’s happy and thrilled and so, so proud of how far his friend has come in his career. He’s able to travel and share his music with millions of people, and millions of people love him just as much as Wakatoshi does.

But that’s just the thing.

Wakatoshi is just like everyone else. He’s no one special, no one to write home about. Hajime had forgotten about him years ago.

He washes his mouth and crawls back into bed, not wanting to close his eyes again and see the images of his dream. The feelings from the dream might lend to it being called a nightmare, but there’s still a deep, dark part of Wakatoshi that cherishes the feelings. The want and need, the feeling of being loved so deeply it makes his toes curl. He wants it so badly he’d do anything to get it back. To get it to begin with.

Not like it matters, though. It was just a dream.

Just a dream.

#writing #haikyuu!!#ushijima wakatoshi #iwaizumi hajime #ushiiwa #angst #fluff #confessions

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whirlybirdwhat · 4 years ago

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East Sea of Monsters - Chapter 22

Jimbe has always dreamed of suns

Shoutout to the wonderful @soccersarah01 who beta’d this fic for me - love you!!!

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Sun - Jimbe

Jimbe is the first son of the sea, and he has always dreamed of suns.

Bright, red and bloody – passionate declarations of dreams and something better. A cry of understanding, in the one burned onto his chest, and a shout to the dream of a queen, a race, a kingdom - heralded overhead in bright colors, lighting up the sky.

Suns are red, and yellow, and orange.

Suns mean freedom – mean something better than this.

In his dreams, Jimbe is always reaching out to them. His webbed hand reaching and reaching – for the horizon, for a flag, for his queen, for Fisher Tiger, for something more.

He never seems to reach it.

All he has, when he wakes up, is his hand clutching his own heart, his own personal sun.

It isn’t the same. He’s never grasped that red sun.

Yet now –

Now, in a battlefield beneath a darkened sky, in a war with death in every heartbeat, in a massacre, a hell, Jimbe holds a dying sun.

This sun – it is not red, or bloody, or bright.

This sun is dark, and dying, and a supernova of the deepest pits of hell.

Jimbe holds Luffy as he explodes into something Jimbe can’t quite see, ripping past the Veil and into oblivion; watches Luffy erupt into grief covered by a brother’s blood, holding a sun brighter, and darker, and far more terrifying than anything Jimbe’s eyes have ever seen before.

(There’s something wet running down his face. He thinks his eyes are bleeding.)

Portgas D. Ace dies in his brother’s arms, a burning hellfire finally flickering out, and Jimbe can finally hold the sun.

(As men die and admirals fall, and the world is shaken apart by a grief and monster with insatiable hunger, he wishes he couldn’t.)

When Jimbe fights him for the first and last time, Ace is as the sun incarnate - the sun burning - even as he chokes on his own ashes and flares through sea water.

Jimbe had wondered, at first, what kind of strength it took for a devil fruit user to use his powers through the hate of the sea. It wasn’t a kind of strength he had attributed to the young warlord.

Then, Jimbe remembers the bones shaped into the hull of the Spadille; remembers the way Ace cracks apart in the corner of his eyes, and thinks it isn’t strength at all.

He knows the stories of the East. Every fishman does – the way waters corrupt, the way the waters are dark, and the way that monsters lurk beneath their surface, far deadlier than those at the bottom of the sea.

(They say the East has no seafloor – that it aches, forever, a wound into the world’s side, dark and infected. That it was the void from whence all hell poured forth, that it was death.)

Fisher Tiger had told him more, when he could bear to speak of it – monsters in chains, the way slaves and guards alike went missing in the night, the way people had sharper teeth than any animal, there, and were twice as bloody.

(Fisher Tiger hears the story of the bottomless East and laughs.

Dark waters, he says, eyes far away and hands aching for a weapon, are not endless. But you don’t want to know what’s at the bottom. Better it be endless, bottomless, then to know what’s there.

He doesn’t speak of the demon from the seafloor he met at the tower of gods.

Jimbe doesn’t ask.)

By the fire in Ace’s eyes and the unholy fire cracking from underneath his skin, there is no other sea that he could have possibly come from.

(A demon – a demon, a son of the devil-)

Jimbe fights Ace for five days. He hungers, and he thirsts, and he’s so tired, but Ace does not falter in the face of Jimbe’s sea, so he must keep going.

Jimbe burns, ropes of fire winding their way up his arms and down his back. Haki is useless when every hit cracks apart Ace’s skin, molding to his fists because of inhuman capability instead of any devil fruit, and the sea fears nothing but the devil.

(And it can only drown false ones.)

Ace lands a punch on the third day, one imbued with haki and fire and false fire. It hits Jimbe on the side of his face, and even as Ace stumbles and chokes on the way his skin cracks apart, Jimbe burns.

It cracks into his skin, searing apart scales and flesh, and he is marked by hellfire.

The other burns will fade, the ones littering his hands and feet, the ones made by false fire, devil fruit fire. The one on his face, burned into the side like a flame, and the ones wrapping around his forearms by scorching hands, will forever remain.

A reminder, some will say, but Jimbe will remember the way the flag burned at Fishman island by hellfire, and will know it is a sign of war to come.

Ace burns away the fog around them, on this island, showing the secrets of the world, and Jimbe fights surrounded by monstrous spades.

Monsters in human shape that tower above the trees, monsters without faces, monsters with too many teeth and too many limbs, monsters that smiled and cheered as their captain burned through saltwater.

Jimbe falls on the fifth day, a smile gracing his face toward an enemy that is so much more than him.

It is a miracle when Whitebeard arrives.

Otherwise Jimbe thinks he might have followed that sun to see where it may have set.

After Marineford, Jimbe shakes at night. He can’t speak of what he saw there, when the sun fell from the sky and became red and dark; when gouges were scarred into the ground and left bloody men in their wake.

After Marineford, Jimbe has another scar from a demon.

This one is not a mark of war.

It is a claim, directly around Jimbe’s heart, as if his future captain understood that the sun there was more precious than anything else.

(A dream)

It scares him, sometimes, that he wants to follow the man who fell the Navy - who ate the hearts and souls and flesh of admirals and spit them back out as dead men walking.

It scares him that he wants to follow Straw Hat Luffy, who wears a crown made of straw - made with room for the horns that sprout off his head -who will be king and who lives a trail of hell in his wake.

Jimbe does not remember Marineford well.

He does not remember –

(The island’s name no longer exists in his memory.

Don’t bring him there, Rayleigh had said, as they followed a submarine towards Amazon Lily. You will all be dead come morning.

Rayleigh smiled like a creature of the deep sometimes.

Jimbe wondered why he didn’t trust it.

Aye, Jimbe, fresh from a war, had agreed, and they didn’t go to Amazon Lily.

They went to–)

The aftermath, beyond the words that fought whatever beast lived in Luffy’s chest, born of loneliness and hell.

Jimbe shakes after Marineford, but now, under the sea, he will not forget the demon who saved an island.

(The brother of the demon who burned their flag.)

Luffy soars overheard, and defeats a legend made of wood and an army made of flesh. 1,000 men are unaccounted for in the aftermath.

Jimbe does not question it, and offers his blood to a demon who doesn’t need it.

(In the end, it wasn’t about blood anyway. It was about the things that bind men, the things like suns on Jimbe’s chest and the vows that still ring in his head.)

Luffy, full of teeth and bloody fangs, smiles at him, then, and Jimbe no longer belongs to himself.

In Impel Down, when Ace is chained to the wall next to Jimbe, the very first thing the demon does is laugh.

“It stayed!”

The scar on Jimbe’s face burns.

“You couldn’t bother to say hello?”

Ace laughs again, sparks flying out of his throat despite the sea stone wrapped around his limbs, and Jimbe knows that all the legends are true. “Why would I? There’s more important things going on.” He dismisses, and he is smiling, mouth glowing, despite their situation.

“Hmph,” Jimbe huffs, and settles down for the long wait.

Next to him, the breath of a demon settles into something slower, and though Jimbe’s eyes are long adjusted to the dark, the soft glow of Ace’s heart beat is a comfort.

(He wonders, when Fisher Tiger was chained next to monsters, if he ever felt this way.)

He does not sleep that first night in a cell with a demon. Jimbe, instead, listens to the thrumming of the sea outside his cell, and tries not to think about how the stone sinks around Ace and the hotness in his cell.

He tries not to think of the wet spots all over the walls, the gouges in the corner, and the way men enter and never leave Impel Down’s cold, cold walls.

Across from him, a man made of sand smirks, his hair still impossibly greased and jewels still lining his hand.

“So,” the Crocodile drawls, “They caught you too? A little hunger, picking us off one by one.”

Jimbe has heard how Monkey D. Luffy saved a country on the behest of a single friend; how the Crocodile was the first to fall and Moria didn’t come long after; how even the Marines whisper that he is hungry and Monkey D. Garp laughs at the lists of missing marines following Straw Hat battles.

A man, who hungered for the top.

Who hungered for dreams.

Odd, that Crocodile would assume Jimbe was next.

“No.” He says at last, the word drawn out. “No,” he repeats, and it echoes around the room, “he did not get me.”

The Crocodile cackles then, and it is nothing like Whitebeard’s Gurararara or King Neptune’s Hohohoho – it, instead, is dark like rumbling sands at night, without form or shape in the dark, and Jimbe shivers. “You will,” the Crocodile says. “You’re already marked for it.”

Jimbe has never met Monkey D. Luffy in his life, and the burn scars that arc about his face in a flaming pattern of death are invisible to his beloved crew, to the king, to anyone who isn’t–

Oh, Jimbe thinks and doesn’t say aloud, looking at the Crocodile once more. Oh.

He is glad Ace is the demon he is sharing his cell with.

Then, at the very least, he knows his heart won’t be ripped out of his chest while he sleeps.

On Fishman Island, at the bottom of the sea that is brighter than the East, there is a feast, and then a pirate challenges an emperor.

Jimbe is not surprised.

He cannot be.

(Hey, Jimbe, did’ya know I have a little brother?)

He can only watch, as a ship of dreams, of monsters, sails off into the sea without him; can only know that his home, his captain is leaving him.

(Aladine says Jimbe is different after Marineford – that every man who set foot upon that island is. It was war, Jimbe dismisses, but they have fought in wars before, have fought admirals before.

It’s different, fighting a demon, fighting with a demon, fighting for a demon.

It’s different when a demon eats you whole.)

Jimbe wants to go home.

Jimbe sees Garp the Fist once before Marineford.

It is in Impel Down, and he is crying from a thousand different eyes.

“Ace,” the grandfather of a dying child says, and it hurts. “Why, dammit! Why!”

His voice is like a choir of growls out of harmony. Still, Ace relaxes in his chains as if it were a lullaby.

“Gramps,” Ace acknowledges, and there is no anger there. “You know… you know why.”

Son of the Devil, Jimbe knows, but it’s more than that, isn’t it? More than Jimbe can see with two eyes made of mortality rather than death.

Garp crumbles, and it is as if Jimbe is seeing the fall of something great.

It’s horrible.

It won’t be the last one he sees today.

Garp leaves after that, to the chuckles of the Crocodile and the howls of the other inmates. There’s bloody marks and gouges on the ground where he was, but there is also something in Ace’s grasp.

It isn’t a key.

Jimbe can’t exactly see what it is, only that when Garp left Ace lunged for some empty spot on the ground, hand slipping out of a cuff with the ease of someone made molten, of someone with scars running down his hand due to a missing pinkie.

(How-?)

When Ace leaves, he leaves behind ash marks and burning droplets at Impel Down. He also leaves something feather soft, that Jimbe can’t quite see, but feels like the comfort of ages.

(Later, when Luffy arrives, he will look into the cell and see not Jimbe, but the place Ace left behind. He will pick up what Garp, what Ace, left between cell bars and he will not smile.

Instead, he will put it into his pocket to the sound of the Crocodile’s jeers.

Did’ya know I have a little brother? Ace had asked Jimbe.

(He knows, now.)

On the way up, when men are eaten alive, the Crocodile will slink next to Jimbe and whisper,

Did you know that the hungry one isn’t the first demon to break out of these walls?

And Jimbe will be left with the reminder that Impel Down has never been able to hold the monsters of the world–

And that they roam free.)

At Marineford, Jimbe stood with an emperor against three admirals (stood with men against a monster).

(Or so he is told.)

Now, he stands before an Emperor and does not shake.

A man who is to follow the future king of the pirates, a man who is to follow Luffy, a demon who has daggers in his mouth and boiling blood in his veins, cannot afford to be afraid of a mere emperor.

Big Mom’s eyes are hungry as she stares into Jimbe, but he does not flinch.

He is claimed - by marks around his own personal sun, by a king, by a monster, by a conqueror.

He is not Big Mom’s any longer.

He never was, from the moment Luffy looked into his eyes and took him.

(Jimbe cannot afford to be afraid of a mere hunger any longer. )

An emperor rages, a deal is done, and Luffy laughs so bright and loud it burns like the sun, as chaos reigns again, conforming to his will.

Jimbe has never felt so alive –

(Not since before Marineford – not since before the world fell apart.)

Jimbe sees Luffy and Ace together twice in his lifetime.

One is at Marineford, when brothers fought together, when the sun went out and the world went black.

(He does not remember it well – Ace’s smile was something almost too private to bear, even as blasts of Conqueror’s Haki illuminated the truth.)

The second, again, is at Marineford, but in it’s bloody aftermath.

When Luffy rings in an era, blood scarred on to his arm by his own hands - a call to his crew, to his family - he stops by the place where his brother died.

Jimbe wonders if this was what Loguetown was like, to see a king stand in ashes.

(The Devil King did not cry at Loguetown, only laughed.

Luffy is crying.)

He sees Luffy cradle bits of Ace’s bonfire in his arms, the only person who could bear to touch it, and sees brothers reunite for one last time.

(There is a chill over Marineford, as Luffy draws in the ashes of Ace’s own body turned funeral pyre. Jimbe can’t read what he writes, but there is a spark, somewhere, in Luffy’s eyes, and something in the air breathes more easily.)

Days after, Marineford sinks to the bottom of the sea, its ravines and cracks from a monster's grief too terrible to sustain – Luffy’s rage, his echoing cry for a new era, is its final send off.

Jimbe wonders if the Eastern sailors found their way home, at the bottom of the sea.

(There’s no sun down at the bottom of the sea.

Jimbe would hate to drown like that.)

In the middle of a raging ocean just off of an Emperor’s domain, Jimbe is home, he’s home he’s home he’s home, aboard this ship of dreams but–

He can’t stay.

He can’t.

There is an emperor chasing them, and Jimbe is not scared and he is strong, but his crew–

His beloved crew–

They love him.

He cannot abandon them here, to the mercy of hungry monsters.

(He cannot take them with him, to the crew of a hungry demon.)

Jimbe tells Luffy, soaked and shaking, as such.

“I CANNOT ABANDON THEM NOW!”

And Luffy–

Luffy, who Jimbe held dying in a battlefield that hazes from his memory, who Jimbe watched rise, who went a dark supernova–

Becomes a sun again.

“JIMBE!” Luffy says, and his teeth are snarling and his eyes are hungry, “I AM YOUR CAPTAIN NOW!”

And Jimbe finally holds the red sun of dreams in his grasp.

(Jimbe is the first son of the sea, and his dream is the sun.

Red, bloody, and free.)

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discotenny · 5 years ago

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!Secret Relationships!

Chuuya and Dark Era_Dazai attempt to hide their relationship from the Port Mafia catch me straying away from the prompt once again

!Requested by Anon!

Dazai

Dazai at this stage does not really understand, or even care for the true value of human life. Despite knowing your relationship with him puts you at a risk, he doesn’t care if anyone figures out or not. It’s almost a game for him to see how lovey dovey he can be with you before your relationship is outed

He’s a *Port Mafia Executive*, he can take care of the two of you if need be

Is his attitude risky? Absolutely. But for Dazai, that’s what makes it so fun

Depending on your previous relationship with him, Dazai might treat you as a play thing or sort of an arm candy. If this is the case, he will flaunt your relationship so hard

However, if you two were legitimate friends before entering into a relationship, Dazai will be the tiniest more careful. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still going to take risks with public affection; but there are very few people Dazai cares for at this time. Oda, Ango, and you

When people eventually find out, you’re definitely targeted, yet Dazai will protect you. Maybe he’s a little too protective, but he’ll use your danger as an excuse to keep you at his side at all times

The few who ever target you never get too far though. They’ll have a bullet in their head before they could even reach for their weapon. When he murders any possible kidnappers and/or murderers after you, Dazai just brushes it off, joking around to distract you from the two dead bodies next to yo- oH MY GOD DAZ--

No one in the Port Mafia has the balls to say anything about you two. Maybe Chuuya finds out and he’s just questioning how Dazai could ever keep an s/o for more than two weeks. He’s also a little jealous because Dazai got a significant other before he did and Chuuya thinks he deserves one more dkdkkdkdk

Mori finding out about your relationship seems more underwhelming than it should. He’s congratulating his dear subordinates on their budding relationship, happily clapping to Dazai’s new love. In a corner of his mind though, Mori will make note to use you against Dazai as leverage if need be

Up until Dazai leaves, you have the full forces of the Port Mafia on your side. Even if you weren’t a part of the Mafia, even if he breaks up with you [which he probably will] before or after exiting the mafia, when Dazai leaves its likely that you will be immediately attacked

ahhhhhh this is so contradictory sorry ><

Chuuya

You were his assistant. A pretty little thing he could force to run around Yokohama and get anything he desires

But you ended up being more than that

Before the two of you had even become friends, Chuuya had thought you were prettier than standard. Through this, he mayyy have developed a tiny little crush on you hehe

No matter how much he tries to distance you during his days in the building, his eyes always drift to your direction. His other coworkers also notice his overall dreamy vibe whenever you walk past. Chuuya is so fucking whipped for you and he does such a bad job at hiding it somtimes

When it comes to intimacy, dates are a massive bummer. The mafia has people all over, and going out with you could compromise the privacy of your relationship. Commonly, you and Chuuya end up bonding over take out sushi while some random TV movie plays on the background

Chuuya, like Dazai, knows you would be targeted if anyone were to find out about the two of you. He’s so worried about your safety that he’s the one that comes up with the whole ‘lets keep this under wraps aight’ thing

He’s so careful and nobody finds out about your relationship... That is until Dazai notices just how close you two seem to be

Dazai knows you from his dark era days, and was a friendly acquaintance of yours until he abandoned the mafia. One day as you and Chuuya attempt to discretely shop together for groceries, Dazai strolls up and begins to flirt with you. He has this smug smile and Chuuya knows that Dazai knows

Chuuya is seething behind you, and silently glares as his former partner begins to compliment your form. The brunet in front of you is waiting for the moment where Chuuya feels he just has to interject

The final straw for your boyfriend comes when Dazai begins to lift your hand to his lips in a final goodbye. Chuuya smacks his hand away, pulling you to his side possessively

Dazai’s expression turns back to being smug, and through cheeky smiles he says, “Hohohoho what’s the issue here? If they aren’t your s/o, why is it such a big deal?”

Chuuya looses all common sense whenever Dazai begins to tease him, and all he sees is green envy and red anger. “But they are my s/o!” The three of you pause and both you and Chuuya realize what he just blurted out

Dazai walks away, laughing his ass off, and leaves you to deal with your blank faced boyfriend. You tug on his sleeve, attempting to bring him out of his daze. You ask him if he’s alright, and Chuuya just turns to you and says a simple, “Shit”

Overall, Chuuya does a great job hiding your relationship from the Port Mafia... It’s only Dazai that is the exception

However, if Mori were to find out [he probably does but just doesn’t care enough to mention it], I imagine that he wouldn’t be too opposed to it. He knows Chuuya’s loyalty and seems to be happy that his executive’s relationship doesn’t interfere with work

This is the biggest fucking disappointment and I got so carried away writing Chuuya’s I’m so sorry guys. I’ll definitely post more since it’s the summer, I just have to get out of this dumb vibe I be in rn.

Hecking shit Chuuya’s ended up being the outline to a scenario rather than headcanons what was I thinking

Enjoy, and apologies for any future disappointment from my side~~

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toxtricityamped · 4 years ago

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why jinsoul might be evil: a long-ass doc

I’m done!!!! I’ve written a full five page essay about how Jinsoul might be the final boss of Loona hehehehehehe! This was inspired by a post that I saw by @deerychuu yea i know the post is from 2018 but im bringing this back cause it inspired me

link to the google doc is here!

the entire doc is under the cut. it has no pictures so random sentences with arrows probably means that there was a picture there lolll

My stupid and mostly unsupported Loona theory: Jinsoul is evil hohoho

Ok so I saw a post a little while ago that was like “Olivia hye is the villain in yyxy but Jinsoul is loona’s final boss” or something like that, I don’t remember, but when I saw it I thought huh that's cool. But thEn I was watching the Singing in the Rain MV and like damn that makes sense so anyways here’s me finding evidence for it

My strange, messed up timeline:

1. Egoist Rap

2. Singing in the Rain

3. Love Cherry Motion

4. Love4Eva, Sweet Crazy Love

5. The rest of the Egoist MV

Part 1 of the ✨stupid✨ theory: Jinsoul is in prison for some reason who knows

Ok so basically this part I did not come up with (I found it on youtube oop) but it's important so I’m gonna leave this here. Throughout the earlier music videos featuring her, she’s shown in neon bars (or a fish tank) which probably represent her being trapped

But then at the end of Singing in the Rain, the bars aren’t straight (just like how Jinsoul isn’t straighUIDHFIUHDJDO *gets electrocuted*), they’re like all bent around and shit honestly idk what the word is but you get the idea.

(small cause I had to fit it on this page)

So what I think it is, is that Jinsoul broke out. She broke out of this ?prison thing? and she is out she’s gonna kill us all, run. Also let's all look at Jinsoul’s visuals there omg queen

Part 2: Jinsoul, when she was trapped, was on Eden (or at least had some way to contact Eden) and talked to Olivia Hye

You read the header, you know what's going on hohohoho. This part of the theory is me saying that Jinsoul is from Eden. Full theory is that I think that all of Odd Eye Circle is from different parts of the mobius strip that's actually important huh sO (Choerry is from Earth, that’s already a given as she is shown there and also shown going to the Middle Earth, Kim Lip is from the Middle Earth uhhh I just think that because she isn’t really shown anywhere else???, and Jinsoul is from Eden.)

Why do I think Jinsoul is from Eden you might ask, well hohohoho you’ve come to the right place (I sure do say hohohoho a lot)

In the Egoist MV, Jinsoul is seen (in a prison, implying that she was still trapped at this time) in front of a neon sign that says something in Chinese. (some people say that it has something to do with vivi but I personally think they just wrote it in Chinese so the Korean-speakers couldn't decipher it as easily lol) The characters say “Fallen Angel”. (I think, I don’t speak Chinese)

Boom fallen angel my theory is PROVEN wahahahaha so basically what I’m saying is that Jinsoul probably was on Eden at some point, but she maybe tried to do something bad who knows what and it was terrible enough that rather than being exiled to earth, she was forced to be in prison.

The second part that I have to say about this is the connection between her and Olivia Hye. She’s (obviously as it is literally oLiViA hYe fEaT JiNsOuL) in the Egoist MV. She's shown still trapped in the blue neon lights and is whispering in who I believe is Olivia Hye’s ear. I think that Jinsoul was trying to convince Olivia to do whatever Olivia ended up doing I’m not sure.

Part 3: Jinsoul’s “Swallowing the sun in the afternoon” and other lyrics

This parts gonna be short because I have no idea who or what the sun is referring to! It may be Olivia Hye, or Choerry, or it also may be someone or something else, but I think this was the reason Jinsoul was exiled to her neon prison thingy. These lyrics are in both Singing in the Rain and Egoist, so they gotta have some kind of significance kskdjdjsk

Personally I think that the sun may be referring to Choerry, because there is a can with the words ‘the sun in the afternoon’ on it, and Jinsoul eats a cherry out of it, and Choerry is very happy happy as everyone knows so it would make sense for her to be the sun.

But this wouldn’t make sense because Love Cherry Motion comes after Singing in the Rain (as Jinsoul isn’t trapped at this time) soooo maybe Jinsoul had hurt her before the timeline??? This might make sense because Kim Lip might figure this out in Eclipse. (you know. The sun being swallowed by the moon in the afternoon hohoho)

Also, who I think is Choerry is shown in the Egoist Mv taking the cherry out of the can. Her skin is a tone darker than Jinsoul’s, and the mouth is obviously wearing the same shade lipstick as Jinsoul so you can tell it's not her actually eating the cherry. I think Choerry was just a reference to the earlier music videos, or to the fact that Choerry was in One&Only.

<-- I think this is Choerry but it might be Olivia.

But she also says “for the sin of swallowing you” to Olivia. bUt none of this makes sense, this is just me ranting. Long story short, I think Jinsoul “swallowing the sun” was what landed her in prison. Let’s get onto the other lyrics!

Nevermind I lied. I'm still stuck on the similarities in Love Cherry Motion and Singing in the Rain. I’m pretty sure this happened before Jinsoul was exiled, and before she had an Odd Eye.

← The moon shown in Love Cherry Motion and the moon shown in Singing in the Rain (more similarities!!!)

Idk I just definitely think that Choerry and Jinsoul are connected before the actual events somehow.

Also this is about different parts, but Jinsoul actually talks about being dangerous in the lyrics of Singing in the Rain hehehehe.

Part 4: Jinsoul egged Olivia on (specifically with her maybe killing ViVi)

Uhhhhhh so this part is mostly about the lyrics of the Egoist rap. Throughout the rap, the common theme of what Jinsoul is saying is “we’re together, I feel what you feel, come to me” and that kind of stuff. Placed around her are cans (like the afternoon sun one) and all of them are opened, implying that she’s eaten them. The lyrics of the rap are “Hey, for the sin of swallowing you, You get bigger and bigger, beautiful you, You are me, now I’m you, Little by little, soaked into my veins. On&on, you and me the endless cycle, We can’t be separated. When I miss you, I close my eyes and go to you for a while, Close your eyes and you come closer to me.

She’s shown talking in Olivia Hye’s ear during this, which may mean that Olivia Hye is the sun, but this isn’t about that, this is about Jinsoul being evil.

Now this part (of this part loll) is still about Egoist, but the other parts of the MV. Most of the lyrics before the rap are about how Olivia misses someone (probably Yves but that's another story) and how she wants to love herself instead of them. It also opens with a scene in which Olivia lays on a mattress covered in white feathers. I believe that this part in Egoist happens after the rap, but the rap is put before the change in Olivia’s mentality for extra effect. After Jinsoul’s scene, Olivia looks at the mattress again, and the feathers that used to be white turn red. There’s also some scenes that show her eating a plum and having what looks like blood on her lips, as well as snips of a scene where she is washing lots of blood off of her hands. I think that Jinsoul may have influenced her into killing ViVi, or doing something else. (I’ll put a link to a doc that one of my friends wrote about why Olivia may have killed ViVi.) The placement of the rap between the two parts of Olivia’s music video are what make me think this theory is more plausible :).

Part 5: Jinsoul the blue fish

Now we’re getting into more detail about the Singing in the Rain MV!!! I already explained the theory about how Jinsoul is trapped in the blue lights, but there’s moreee!

During the Singing in the Rain and some small parts of Crazy Sweet Love, she’s shown with a blue fish. This is important because in Singing in the Rain, she’s also shown by rows of tanks, all filled with red or orange fish. She eventually stops by a tank on display in the middle. (I know which fane this is cause its my computer background lmaoooo)

Ze fish in Singing in the Rain and Sweet Crazy Love

So the fish is consistently shown as different from all of the other fish. The ones on the pedestal are too, but they are all the same type, at least. Then, Jinsoul pours the blue fish into the tank of orange ones. However, it is shown just after that, that the blue fish actually represents Jinsoul.

<-- Jinsoul, but she’s the blue fish ooooooo

I think this was showing that Jinsoul was not the same as the rest of the girls in Loona. She’s an outlier.

Anyways that’s all for now, I’ll try to eventually find some evidence in the later music videos but for now this is what I’ve got! Please feel free to tell me what I got wrong cause I know there must be something and all those random details that i missed.

#loona #loonaverse #jinsoul #theories #wow i actually wrote something #tags for everyone included:#vivi #choerry #olivia hye #kim lip #odd eye circle #yves #yyxy #this took soooo long ive literally done nothing but this all day lol #in other words: a productive day lollll

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