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eldritchsurveys · 5 months ago

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1201.

What was the highlight of your day? >> Sparrow made me a ginger bok choy soup and I don't know if this will give me cramps later but at least I got to eat something that actually tastes good.

Do you know anyone who is anorexic? >> I used to, but I don't think anyone I currently know is anorexic. Are you dating the person you texted last? . Who has hurt you the most this year? .

What's the last insult someone said to you? .

Was it a boy or a girl to text you last? . Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? >> I don't. Maybe if the storm that's currently rolling in is a good one I'll go out to the stoop to watch it, but otherwise I'm fine here in my room. Have you ever given up on someone for good? >> Sure.

Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? .

How much did your car cost? .

Will you have a boyfriend/girlfriend in 6 months? . Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? .

When was the last time you hugged someone? .

What is the last picture you received on your phone of? .

Are you better at remembering names or faces? >> I can remember both fairly easily.

Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? >> I have.

Have you ever let someone go because you thought they deserved better? >> I have not done this. Who did you last share a taxi with? >> Sparrow, I assume.

Is there anybody you're really disappointed in right now? >> There is not. What do you hear right now? >> Thunder rolling, my typing, Sparrow talking to the cat because he is afraid of storms or whatever. Do you remember the first time you met the last person you kissed? .

Do you like polka-dotted things? >> I don't.

Do you do anything to help the environment? >> I... don't? Like, how do I answer this, lol. My little old existence isn't hurting ~the environment~ in the first place. What do you think of people who complain about Valentine's Day? >> I don't think anything specific about them. I generally assume when people complain a lot about V-Day, they're actually upset about something else (loneliness, dredged-up heartbreak, social pressure, the oppressive weight of amanormativity, whatever) and V-Day is just an easy target for their angst. Have you ever had to get stitches? >> I have.

When's the last time you did something you knew was wrong? .

What was the last thing you wore that was black? >> I'm wearing a black undershirt right now.

Is your tongue pierced? >> It is not. Do you think that you have a pretty smile? >> I do!

What month were you born in? >> May.

When's the last time you cried over a guy? .

Are you keeping a secret that would shock people if they found out? .

What pissed you off yesterday? >> Being hungry and not being able to do anything about it. The person you like at the moment finds someone new, what is your reaction? . Are you scared to lose the person you fell the hardest for? .

Has anyone seen you in your underwear this month? >> Sure, multiple times. Is your life falling apart or coming together? >> Neither? Is there someone you wouldn't mind kissing right now? .

Do you know anyone in the army? >> I do not. Wait, Sparrow's brother-in-law is in some military branch or another but I don't recall which one. Do you have any friends that actually model? >> I do not.

If you could go back in time and change something, would you? . Do you care about the last person you kissed? .

Do they care about you? .

Are you for or against gay marriage? >> lmao remember when like every fucking survey had this question on it Ever kissed someone whose name started with A, B, C, & D? >> Oh, I don't remember. Is there someone you wish you were with right now? . Do you still talk to the person you liked 3 months ago? .

When do you want to get married? >> I got married in 2019.

Do you know anyone who’s committed suicide? >> I do not.

Have you ever imagined how it would feel kissing a certain someone? .

Would you fall apart if that last person you kissed died? .

Is there anyone who doesn't like you? >> I'm sure there is.

When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face? .

What was the last thing you cried about? >> Being frustrated about not being able to just eat normally.

Do you have nice eyes? >> I sure do.

What are the bad things you've heard people say about you? >> I only remember this sort of thing when I'm in flashback and I'm certainly not trying to be in one now.

Is there anyone that is jealous of you or anything that you have? >> I don't know, man. People aren't usually that transparent and frank about how they feel about other people.

How many true friends do you have? .

Does anyone disgust you? >> I've been disgusted by people, sure, but they aren't people I have to deal with or anything.

Do you flirt a lot? >> I don't flirt at all. Have you ever caught a friend cheating on their bf/gf? >> I have not.

What phrase or saying do you use the most? >> I have no idea. I say a lot of things frequently, as I'm sure most people do.

What mood are you in right now? >> Eh. Neutral, I guess.

Have you ever kissed someone that was high? >> Many times. Are you waiting for anything? >> I am not.

Do you have a good relationship with your mother? .

Do you think Jersey people are annoying? >> I was born and raised in New Jersey and I still have no idea what the hell this means. People in general are annoying, lmao, that's not a state-specific thing.

How many exes do you have? >> Enough.

Did anyone break up with you in the last 5 days? >> No.

Who was the last person that broke your heart? . Do you love anyone? .

Do you want to be single or with someone? >> I would love to be in an intimate emotionally-connected relationship with someone, but I still have no idea how that's supposed to happen. What song are you listening to right now? .

Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? .

Does your mom think you’re a virgin? .

Is there someone that wants you to give them a second chance? .

Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? . Would you rather get high or have sex right now? >> por que no los dos (they go very well together) Do you know anyone with a star tattoo right by their hip bone? >> I do not.

Did anyone give you anything last Valentine's Day? >> No. Do you keep condoms in your room? >> I do not.

What do you think about people who party a lot? >> What is there to think? I'm glad they're enjoying themselves, unless they're not, in which case I hope they figure that out and find something that they do enjoy. Have you ever been caught sneaking out of your house? >> No.

How much time do you spend on AIM a day? >> well, that's this survey carbon-dated, innit Is there a secret you've never told your parents? . Ever kissed someone over 30? >> lmao

What size bra do you wear? >> I don't remember. 34D or something like that Does the person you last kissed still like you? . Are your parents still together? . Was your first time good or bad? >> Entirely unremarkable.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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simpleeshea · 2 years ago

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On the clock!

C!Wilbur x Gn! reader

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Chapter 1.

Strange stories-

I burst my way into the doors, smiling brightly as my eyes catch onto just the man I was looking for. I stand expectantly at the counter as his head was ducked down, presumably looking at his phone or reading as he often did. "I'll be with you in just a moment he said," not looking to see who I was just pausing to grab a bookmark— Ah, so it was a book.

I tap my foot and cross my arms until he finally looks up to see who I was.

"Oh!" his face immediately lifted into a smile. I had learned that he didn't smile often, so when he did I took mental notes of what had made him happy. "Y/n, I didn't think you worked today?" he asked questionably.

I roll my eyes and give him a long exasperated sigh, "Yeah well, what's-his-shit asked me if I could cover his shift," I said pointing to the storage closet where I was sure the teen was hiding out. I could never remember his name, I only worked with him one out of the five days I work and he hadn't been there for very long (not to mention that he was one of many teenagers who come in here looking for a job before soon after quitting because of how much work Wilbur and I shoved off on them to do.)

Wilbur nods, peeking around the counter toward the storage closet. "You mean Daniel? I didn't know he was leaving."

I scoff, "Daniel... is that right?" I pause for a moment before shrugging it off, "Well, neither did I until thirty minutes ago," my brows furrow before I walk away to bang on the closet door.

"What!" a loud yell comes from inside before the blonde-haired boy poked his head out. "Oh, it's just you," he said coldly. He stepped out of the closet, cigarette, and cell phone in hand with his messages opened texting someone labeled as "Baby momma😩🥴" My nose crinkled in disapproval, quickly snatching away the cigarette from his hand.

My brow raised, "Last I checked you were only seventeen..." I turned to look at Wilbur, "Did I miss a few years?"

Wilbur scoffed with a dry laugh as he kept flipping pages in his book, "I'm fairly certain I saw you yesterday... so no."

I turned back to the boy with a smirk before nodding my head toward the front door. He turned to walk away, grumbling silent curses under his breath. The bell chimed as he harshly opened the door and walked away.

"He forgot to clock out," Wilbur said, his nose still in his book.

I shook my head, feeling around for the lighter in my pocket. "I'll do it for him later."

Wilbur's eyes left his book, looking at me and the cigarette. "Did you just jack that kid's smoke?" he nearly laughed.

"Uhh... yeah!" I said as if it was obvious, "he's a bitch."

"That's twenty-five cents," Wilbur motioned over toward the swear jar sitting behind the counter.

I frown, "You should hear half of the shit that kid said before walking outside."

"Another twenty-five," he counted, "and yes, I heard, he owes at least a dollar fifty."

I roll my eyes and smile, pulling out my wallet to collect fifty cents. Walking behind the counter, Wilbur watched as I stuff my change into the jar with my name stuck to the side of it. "Ya' know," I say, stepping back to look at the swear jars with each person's name labeled on their respective jars, "Manager Ken is never here... but somehow that man has the most change in his jar every month."

Wilbur looked up from his book to glance at the jars. Wilbur and I had always been close each month along with whatever teen had picked up the job, but Manager Ken's jar had always been full of change at the end of the month. "Well," Wilbur started off, "When he is here, you might as well call him a sailor."

For whatever reason I smile, turning to look at Wilbur whose gaze was settled back onto his book. "Wilbur?" I ask abruptly, catching his attention but not enough for him to turn away from his page, "Want to take a smoke break?" I smirk, holding up the unused cigarette in my hand and pulling out my lighter.

Wilbur sat down his book, but not before placing his light blue bookmark with some cheesy quote on it in his book. I had bought him that bookmark, that one along with two others. They came in a pack and despite the awful quotes, I felt he would make use of them.

Wilbur looked behind him where all of the packs of cigarettes were kept on display. "Say all you want about Manager Ken," I began, "but man do I love him for letting us have cigarettes on the job.

"How can you work without a good smoke?" Wilbur said quoting the aforementioned manager.

I laughed before taking steps toward the back door with Wilbur following behind. I fiddled with the lighter in my pocket as I pushed the back door to find that it didn't open. "Pull not push," Wilbur stated as soon as I remembered.

"God I hate this door," I pulled and sure enough it opened, after a year of working here you'd think I'd learn, but I never had. "It just feels like it should be a push door," I announce to him as the desert sun beams harshly against my skin.

"I mean it is if you are walking inside, not out," he told me as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his coat. I quickly pulled off my jacket, hating the feeling of the heat, and tossed it to the side. Of course, I grasped onto my lighter before discarding the light-weighted coat. I cupped my hand around the cigarette and lit the end of it and inhaled it as if it was my lifeline.

I tossed Wilbur my lighter which he caught gracefully. "How do you keep that... what do you call it? Trench coat? How do you keep it on in this heat?" I asked with a frown as I blew the smoke out of my mouth.

Wilbur lit his cigarette before handing me back the lighter. "It's not that hot out here," he shrugged, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"It's like a million degrees out here!" I shouted, "Not that hot out here, pshh-" I mocked as my eyes rolled at him.

Wilbur sighed, holding his cigarette in his mouth while he pulled at his sleeves to take off his coat. He took the cigarette from his lips, holding it in one hand and his coat in the other before taking a long drawn-out breath.

My brows furrowed into a frown as I looked at his tall stature. Wilbur had this weird state of being that made him almost appear fake, or not even alive. I could see him breathing in front of my face, but that was the only thing that really confirmed to me that he was living. It seemed like an odd thought to think, of course, he was living, he was a person just like me... but it still confused my brain.

"Are you just going to stare at me all day?" he asked as his lips formed into a small smirk before falling back flat into his stern expression that he preferred to keep.

"Maybeee," I said drawn out and bored, "you've got quite a bit of you to look at," I made a jab at his height before taking another drag from my cigarette.

Wilbur chuckled under his breath. "I have no control over my height, Y/n," he said as if he had to remind me.

I nod silently, blowing heavy smoke from my mouth and watching as it wafted upward.

"So," I start off awkwardly, "how's your book going?"

"The one I'm reading or the one I'm writing?" Wilbur laughed as if the question I asked him was a joke.

Not knowing what to do I laugh too. "The one you're writing," I clarify, to which he nods with a small smile on his lips as he takes another drag from his cigarette. Asking about his book always made him smile, so I made a point to ask about it often.

"Right," he nodded, letting the smoke trail from his mouth. "Where did I last leave off?"

"Uhmm," I pondered for a moment, trying to remember what he had last told me from his book. "I believe you had left off by telling me of your character's plan to hold an election."

Wilbur's smile dropped for a moment but he quickly spread it back over his face. "Ah! Yes, I remember," he said as his voice trailed off and his brain seemed to sort through files and files of thoughts. "I was telling Tommy how I planned to hold an election."

It had always amazed me how Wilbur could recount the details from his book so perfectly as if he had really been there. It was also odd to me that he wrote himself as the main character and one of his real friends that he often talked about writing to as a character as well. (Secretly I wished that if we became good enough friends, then he would write me in as a character as well.) I supposed it wasn't too weird to write a book about yourself, I had seen it done in fanfiction plenty of times before, but never in real books.

"So what happened in the election?"

Wilbur paused, tapping the end of his cigarette to drop the burning ashes on the ground. He took a long drag before blowing the smoke out and tossing the rest of the cigarette to the ground. He smushed it into the ground under his shoe. "Well, it certainly didn't go as planned," he explained. I listened intently, preparing to hear tales of the day he had to entice my brain with.

"Tommy and I planned to hold an election in secret. There would be no mention of the election until all of the ballots were closed so the only option people had to vote for would be yours truly."

"So you planned to scam your own nation?" I asked with a small laugh. Wilbur nodded in response. "That seems to be a trend with you and Tommy. Scamming people, I mean."

Wilbur smirked, "Yes. It was what we were good at."

I lifted my head in half nod to show that I was listening. "So... if you were so good at scamming people, how did it go wrong?"

Wilbur frowned, I wasn't sure if it was at the jab I made at him or the thought of how things went wrong. “Tommy… he had a friend.”

My brows turn downward, I was beginning to catch on to where the story was going.

“His name was Quackity-“

“I’m sorry what!?” my face contorted into a confused laugh. “Why did you name him Quackity, is he part duck?”

Wilbur seemed to laugh under his breath but nodded. “Yes, he had these golden duck wings.”

“Ooo,” I nodded, now seeming much more interested in the character. “I bet writing a character with wings is pretty difficult to portray.”

Wilbur shook his head, “No, not really.” I watched as he stretched out his arms wide, his bones popping a cracking in various places before he let out a sigh of relief. “We should step back inside… carry on the story where it’s not so hot,” he announced.

I nod as I go to grab my jacket but pause briefly to say, “I thought it wasn’t hot out here, tough guy?”

He chuckled dryly, “Yes, well I suppose the heat has finally gotten to me.” He takes his giant coat and tucks it into one arm before pushing the backdoor open. “Are you coming, or aren’t you?” he asks with a teasing smirk while holding the door open for me.

I quickly pick my feet up and walk under his arm as he held the door from the opposite side— a show of his height I was sure.

“Figured I’d hold the door open for you since you aren’t familiar with the concept of doors,” he teased dryly.

I rolled my eyes in playful annoyance. “I’m well aware of how to open doors.”

“Yesterday you were telling me a story of how you ran into Walmart’s automatic doors,” he stated plainly, walking back behind the counter and taking a seat on the stool.

Quickly in defense, I hollered, “It was supposed to open by itself!”

“Clearly it wasn’t open though.”

“I was talking to a friend,” I pouted, almost giving up on my falling apart defense.

“You have friends?” Wilbur asked, seeming genuinely shocked. I frowned and scrunched my nose up at him. The shock lifted from his face as he laughed at me, it became clear to me that he had been faking his previous expression.

“Not cool, man.”

He laughed a little louder, which brought a small smile to my face. I tried to hide it, embarrassed because of how easily he made fun of me.

“Very cool,” Wilbur corrected as he picked up his book, opening it to his bookmarked page.

The store went quiet for a moment as I slid behind the counter to look over his shoulder at the book he was reading. “I thought you were going to talk about your book?” I asked in a teasing tone, “is your memory that bad old man?”

He looked over at me with a frown present on his face, “I’m not much older than you.”

I laughed teasingly. “It appears I’ve aged better than you,” I said, poking fun at the prominent white streak in his hair.

“I’m sorry?” he said, placing his book down in his lap, not bothering to mark the page. “I have you know that I’ve aged like a fine wine.”

“More like milk,” I corrected him.

He shook his head in a laugh before mumbling something I couldn’t make out. “I’ll tell you more about my book tomorrow,” he said as his laughter calmed and the store quietened.

I nodded as I pulled out a stool of my own and sat down and laid my chin down on the counter, pulling out my phone and headphones to watch a show. This was how work went, everything sat in blissful silence as Wilbur read some books and I watched movies. Wilbur and I often talked, we had become really good friends over the course of working together, poking fun at teenagers, smoking together, and sometimes stealing liquor as well. This job is my haven. If I hadn’t found it, I’d be living on the street, or worse… still going to college to get some degree just to appease my parents. I didn’t want that, I wanted to live my own life. And so here I am with Wilbur and this station, the only things worth any value to me.

A/n

Updates gonna be hecka slow

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dashawfrostart · 10 months ago

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This Week In "Time & Again" #8: Achievement (Almost) Unlocked! And A Pre-New Year's Mess

Does it ever happen to you that you're so energetic, and hyper, and full of determination and all - and then you take a deep breath, sit down happily on your comfy couch, and you're ready to start writing a new and lovely blog post!.. ... but then you realize you have absolutely nothing to write about. Or - perhaps, to be more precise - you feel like there's nothing worth mentioning that would make an interesting, succulent, and informative post.

That happens to me once in a while - which is odd, considering how much of a babbler I tend to be when it comes down to self-expression in written form (it must be, Lothar affects me in a certain way and alters my usual behaviour, because normally in my life outside any artistic activities I am fairly quiet).

The aforementioned little hiccup on my way of the "ultra-completionist of the Pre-2024 To-Do List", unfortunately, hindered my progress, and the final number of the blog posts ended up a tad smaller. I don't think there are any complaints from the readers though 😎 I'll try to keep up next year. On a side note, one of the goals on the list has been removed and deliberately postponed until January. I have reasons, trust me 😁

But most importantly, Christmas season of "Time & Again" turned out to be pretty good! Just as planned, at this point of time, just a couple days short of 2024 (because I started writing this post yesterday), The Lineart is 98% done - it only needs a sparkle of perfection and and a short session of filling up the gaps and missing spots here and there on different pages. AND DONE. Moving on to The Colouring Stage right after all of that has been properly handled. (oops, unintentionally, I lied: I already started to partially colour some peculiar things... too excited; can't hold back, LOL!) I would say, this is truly a great achievement. Well... almost got an achievement anyway. Working on your grand project every day, little by little, and watching it growing, evolving, and getting fleshed out a little more day by day is hard to describe in a verbal form. I wonder about this sometimes... Perhaps, those who have never been in a similar situation will not understand this emotion very easily. But I'm telling you with 100% honesty, as usual - this emotion is priceless and really makes you feel that you're doing something important in life.

So, in short, everything goes steadily and as planned. Plans change sometimes - but that is totally fine. Currently, everything is indeed as planned - and I can't help but rejoice 🥳

As a treat for reading yet another one of my excessively talky talky longreads, I'll tease you with some rather unpredictable snippets now ;)

Just who are those guys???.. And what's the situation??? They sure look feral! You will definitely find answers to all of these questions after Chapter 5 is released sometime in 2024 ;)

... In the meantime, as I've been working on a peculiar troublesome background, I have discovered a handy option in Krita's Assistant Tool that I believe has a possibility to make my life easier in the future. I used Assistant Tool before, and quite profusely. But thanks to a certain video I came across, I happened to find out that there's more to that incredible tool. I'm excited to cover this topic in the next blog post, so stay tuned!

I also made a horrible mess on one of the pages that currently looks this way:

How do you like the funny lettering???!!! 😁 Those are not stickers, by the way (although that's certainly a good idea to turn those into stickers!.. That'd be a story for another day tho). Why those are needed - that I'll keep a secret for now. But I wanted to show you what they look like - especially when cluttered altogether, hehe. Also, obviously, this is not the final version of each one of those sound effects bubbles. There's more work to do eventually 😉

For now... let there be silence. In a bit over 24 hours, the calendar will show 2024 on this side of the globe. So I'll stop typing right now and I'll save more stories for later. ... I'm also wrapping it up for today with my ridiculous habit to scatter vaguely related song references across the text, so, yup - time for a small break 😅 (And I should also take a break from listening to Ultravox on repeat, otherwise my non-existent vinyls are gonna get non-existent holes in them... wait... how does that work exactly, again?..)

So, for a bye-bye, I'll say show this:

Bah-bye, my friends! And see you next year! 👋🥳😁

#TimeAndAgainbyDWF #This Week In Time And Again #krita #wips #graphic novel

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firerose18991 · 2 years ago

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Lonely Bunny

MINORS DNI!!!

Mirio Togata x Bunnygirl! Reader

Summary: Mirio is unknowingly a bad pet owner and suffers the consequences.

A/N: College/pro hero Mirio. Part of a collab I entered by @fuwushiguro @taijuwu and @twicesangel hybrid collab masterlist.

Info: neglect and comfort, SMUT, fingering, unprotected sex, pet names(bunny, bunbun)

WC: 1,845

Mirio was in his cramped bedroom studying for the final lengths of college on top of that had to manage his budding career as a pro hero after highschool. His roommate had taken an opportunity outside of the country to gain experience in different parts of the world as a hero. It was great as it meant the shared apartment was still covered and he had all the room to himself. The only problem was the pet hybrid they left behind. A cute bunny.

Mirio was fine living with the pet but hadn’t expected to become a full time caretaker on top of that. You were fairly self sufficient likely because his roommate wasn’t an exceptional owner. But neither was Mirio.For the first few months during the semester Mirio simply fed you throughout the day. You'd have the occasional walk in the neighborhood and were left to your devices for the rest of the time. At the end of the semester Mirio had warmed up to you a good amount. After his work and classes he would spend time with you, watching shows or throwing your favorite toys, until you curled up on his chest for the night.

More recently though his poor bunny wouldn’t even approach him. He had only taken small notice of this yesterday, when you refused to eat her dinner but he had to sleep for the next day and couldn’t dwell on the matter too long. He got up the next day and headed straight to his last final of the semester not knowing he would return to his apartment completely torn apart in the evening.

At first when he arrived he searched for signs of a break in making sure the bunny was also still in the house. Then he found you curled up in his closet with a t-shirt of his you had shredded in her hands. He knew exactly who the culprit was.

He saw red. Only for a moment, he didn't raise his voice, he took a deep breath and sat on the floor across from you. You noticed him upon his exhale and pushed yourself deeper into the closet.

“Y/N. Come over here please.” he tried his best to be non threatening. He just couldn’t believe such a sweet bunny could destroy a whole apartment in 4 hours.

You crawled out after a few minutes of quiet. As you got closer Mirio beckoned you into his arms. He held you for a bit.

“Tell me what happened today.” After getting no response from you he thought about calling a vet, to make sure you weren’t sick.

Mirio left the room to get his phone but was interrupted by a call from Amijiki. He answered.

“Hello, Mirio” .

“Hey Amijiki, how's it going?” He was relieved to hear a familiar voice.

“I'm going to be in your area tomorrow and want to patrol alongside you if you have the time.”

“Oh I…I don’t know if I can. I have this thing…Do you know anything about bunny hybrids?” Mirio could only think about helping you for the time being even if that meant calling out from his agency for the first time.

“Is there something wrong with your friend's pet?” Tamaki had already met the cute bunny girl prior to Mirio’s roommate leaving, but had no idea she was left in his care.

“Yeah, she tore up the place today. I have no idea why.” He sighed through the call.

“They’re pretty high maintenance pets. They require a lot of time from their owners for cleaning, you have to keep them busy, and they get lonely so people usually buy them in pairs if they work outside the home. Honestly your roommate is a bit dense for getting something they can’t take care of.” Tamaki said bluntly.

“Heh, well I’ve been taking care of her for a few weeks alone.”

Mirio felt embarrassed and almost certain that they had no idea how to properly take care of a bunny hybrid before this.

“Well what do you do to calm her down?" Tamaki had fostered pet hybrids before and was prepared with the basic care regimen for any hybrid.

"Uh I let her run around till she's tired most days."

"That explains why she trashed the place." Amijiki said lowly (lower than usual) before continuing. "You should work on some engaging relaxation techniques."

"Like T.V." Miro perked with his suggestion.

"No, that might be the worst thing to do. You can try cooking, bathing, or pleasure. Basically things you would do anyway."

Mirio thought for a second.

"Wait, I'm supposed to be bathing and pleasuring her? She does that stuff herself". It'd be impossible to not know how much bunny hybrids enjoy indulging their carnal instincts. But Mirio had assumed it was a personal experience for them.

"After all the time she's been with you it's impossible she wouldn't try to initiate if you didn't." Tamaki said, doubtful a bunny hybrid or all things could go months without an orgasm.

"Well she touches herself in front of me but I just assumed that she didn't understand privacy and left her alone…hello?" Mirio had gotten nothing but silence on his end of the phone. Tamaki was too busy pinching back the stupidity induced headache from Mirio.

"Well then that's something you should start with. And be thankful she didn't aim any of that anger at you. Bunny hybrids can be aggressive if motivated." And Mirio sure did give the poor thing a good reason. Tamiki hung up the phone before he was dragged any further into Mirios' mess, also deciding to delay his trip to his city till next week.

Now that Mirio had a plan of action all he needed to do was execute. It wouldn't be too hard, like a one night stand with a human girl and he didn't even need to flirt with her all night. So why was he so nervous? You weren't some innocent bunny, he'd seen you get up to all kinds of "activities" before he'd politely excuse himself.

In helping there was always the possibility he could make the situation worse. He peeked into the room to see your floppy ears drooped around your face and did his best to walk into the room seemingly knowing how to help. He scooped your body up and brought you to his bed. You didn't sniff about his collar or peck little kisses on him like usual. Mirio couldn't believe he let you get to this state.

He pulled you chin up from, where you buried your face on him and pressed his lips into yours tenderly. Your little cotton tail twitched up in curiosity. You were always so obedient for him, he didn't even know how lucky he was until now.

As he kissed your pillow soft lips and ran his hands up your sides cupping your breasts ever so often. His hands tracked down your body and nudged your clothed pussy. He began to lift your light slip-on dress off your body. You were eager and he didn't want to keep you waiting.

Your lips only separated when he pulled the dress over your head. One of Mirios large hands cupped your breast and his thumbs grazed your nipple.

“Do you like this?” he watched you squirm as he pinched a nipple. You nodded, your little cottontail bounced everytime his thumbs brushed against your sensitive bud.

Mirio was pleasantly surprised when you grinded down on his lap, leaving behind a small damp spot on his pants.

“I'm gonna take good care of you.” Mirio breathed into your neck, applying more pressure to your clit.

You straightened up from the shots of arousal running up your spine , tightening your eager hole around nothing. You grinded back down into Mirio's hand. He finally decided to slip your panties down your legs. He got a full view of the gorgeous mess of slick surrounding your twitching hole. Mirio inserted two fingers into your warm hole, his eyes watched happily as you sucked his fingers further inside each time he moved them.

You squealed from the long awaited comfort. He curled his fingers against your walls and your toes curled against the cool fabric of the bed. Mirio laid you back on the bed fully and began shifting his sweats down to free his dick. He stroked himself while leaning up to trail sloppy kisses down your neck and chest. You bucked your hips ever so often to gain friction against the fingers inside you. He lifted your hips to position his head with your pussy.

“Don’t move too much or I won’t be able to help you.” Mirio tried to steady your squirming body.

Finally he lined himself up and sank in perfectly. You let out a drawn out moan as you were filled by his full length. The girth of him caused you to twitch as he pushed deeper into you, feeling just how fulfilling the stretch of your pussy was. Mirio groaned each time you experimented with the feeling. Tightening your walls at different points of his strokes, making it almost impossible to not cum inside right then.

“C'mon bunny cum for me" He urged once he had found a comfortable pace for himself.

You grinded your hips up against his dick to hit the sensitive points primed by Mirio's fingers. This coupled with you twitching around his dick. You whined with each of your movements and balled your hands into Mirio’s shirt. Mirio hissed from the sensations, he was determined to let you finish all over his dick.

"So fuckung wet.". Mirio rasped as he grinded in time with you.

Your warm squishy cunt was sloppy after a few grinds and soft squelching emerged from your collective movements. The moans you let out drove Mario insane, he felt himself strain inside your velvet walls

"Miri…" you released his shirt to hold his hand. Your hips started to feel weak but you weren't at your release yet.

"Lemme take over." He brought you hands down from his shoulders and leaned back to push himself impossibly deeper. You whimpered when he pulled your hips up to meet his.

Strings of pleasure connected the two of you when he pulled out. He brought you back down slowly into a position he could grind up into you

"This is how you like it?" Mirio gave an experimental bump. You tightened deliciously around him.

"That!" you squeaked breathlessly.

He continued to crush his body against yours, rubbing against your clit with each push against you. Your little bunny brain was a fried babbling mess when you met your release. Mirio kept you full until you came down from your high.

"That was so good bunny" Mario mused at the little puddle on his chest

"Sorry" you sniffed through your aftershocks still seated on Mirios dick.

"There's nothing to apologize for, bunny. We'll clean up tomorrow."

-The End💙

Firerose

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Still you | chapter II

Chapter II: The comeback

Synopsis: Y/n decides to help the Avengers despite their betrayal two years prior and her life makes a big shift once again.

Pairing: Y/n x Bucky Barnes and some Y/n x Sam Wilson

Word count: 5,997

warnings: cussing, some fluff

note: I know I took so long but I had writer's block. then, I got covid and I felt too awful to write. But I'm okay now so this is what I could come up with. Not my greatest stuff. the tag list is open :)

Side note: I would really appreciate hearing from you and your thoughts!

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We managed to lower two floors without raising suspicion or making too much noise. At least, James and I were pretty silent, whispering if needed. But of course, Stark always had to open his damn mouth. He had been talking all the way —pretty loudly too— and he just did it again.

“Where’s the grandpa with the bad luck of having you as a tenant?” The man didn’t know the meaning of whispering. Or maybe he did. He just wanted to make my life more complex than it was. I looked frantically behind me, praying he had not seen me sneaking out. At the sight of no one, a breath of relief exploded out of me. But it didn’t last long, irritation quickly dampening my already poor mood.

“Shut the hell up!” I hissed. My patience with the insufferable man wearing thin.

“Oh, relax. If he sees us, we’ll knock him out and blame you.” He mocked, a chuckle erupting throughout the hall and following the stairlike a draft of wind. My blood started to boil inside my veins and I felt the heat spread from head to toes. I was afraid to be reaching my tipping point already because this was nothing. Two years out of practice left me hypersensitive to his shit. I wondered how long I would be able to stand the insufferable mortal and regret hit me like a ton of bricks.

“He is a good man, Stark. We will not knock him out.” I whispered as I pressed myself against the wall. Twisting my head around the corner at the end of the hall, I sneaked a glance at the stairs and the visible space from the top. “Watch your step here. His room is right underneath the stairs. We don’t want to wake him up.

I walked forward, pressing my foot in the first step, praying the creak of the old wood would keep quiet today as it did some nights. At least that’s what I hoped but it wasn’t what happened. A groan broke the silence in the room and I knew that if he was awake, he definitely heard it. I waited a couple of seconds, alert to any noise. When nothing came, I advanced four more steps. I focused on the one shadow dancing in the wall and relief swept through me. He wasn’t awake.

I turned, thinking the guys were still up. However, I let out a gasp when Bucky’s face came into view, mere inches away from mine. Thanks to the startle, the foot I had dangerously close to the edge slipped.

My heart stopped as I thought about the fall and the inevitable bone-crushing pain that would come after it. The stairs were pretty high and even though they were wood, it was quite sharp. Splinters roamed everywhere. I waited for the pain and the strenuous sound. It was phenomenal, the first time I saw the team in two years and I would meet them in a body bag with a broken neck.

However, it never came.

When I opened my eyes, blue electric eyes stared back at me. Our faces were inches away from each other. A hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him to hold me from falling. I was hyper-aware of our breaths clashing against each other, making the most sinful of sounds. Our lips were separated by a small space, too close for my brain to catch up quickly. I noticed how his lips roamed my face, stopping at my lips slightly parted by the surprise. His eyes held a fervent fire and my breath quickened once I felt the inevitable rush of warmth roaring my body.

Coughing slightly, I took a step backward, stepping out of his grasp. I forgot all about the landlord as I scolded myself. The man looked at me and there I was getting flushed like a raging hormonal teenager. I looked at everything but Bucky’s face, why I knew still had his eyes on me except now his jaw was firmly set. I wanted to ask him what was going on inside his head but a hovering shadow at the top of the stairs captured my attention.

“What are you still doing up there?'' The man looked utterly confused standing at the top of the stairs surrounded by darkness. I wondered if it had to do with what he just witnessed.

“You care about that grandpa, don’t you?” His expression was one of disbelief. His body wasn’t moving as if in shock or trying to process the information he thought was correct. And it was, but he didn’t have to know.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, unaffected.

“Of course you do. You care about the landlord.”

I whirled around as fast as I could with the incident earlier present in my head as a gruff voice filled the room. A short, stubby old man stood at the foot of the stair dressed in a white t-shirt and some basketball shorts. The ends of his hair stood up as if held by a string and maneuvered by a child. His narrowed black eyes stared back at us. His lips pressed in a thin line.

“Of course, she does, kid. Why shouldn't she?” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. I followed the movement of the milk dancing in the glass on his right hand. I felt proud of the English I had taught him and how-- as much as I didn't want this to happen-- useful it would be. I looked back at Stark to find him gaping like a fish. Little croaks came from his throat but no coherent words came from him. It was the first time I had seen Stark speechless. “I’m an incredible landlord if I say so myself.”

He was.

I cursed inwardly. There were things I didn't want everyone to know. To a certain extent, I wasn’t ready for the team, for Stark, to find out that I wasn’t the monster he expected me to be. I wasn’t ready for him to look at me differently. Andrei had the power to change our whole dynamic.

It wasn’t that Andrei and I shared anything about life. Or at least I didn’t. Andrei liked to talk, to share his life with me, and try to make me talk. He said I was too reserved. I remember that day like it was yesterday.

It had been a warm evening. I could see the sun filtering through the windows. Shining onto the top of the show top and illuminating the cottage-like bakery. The dough in my hands stuck to my skin, lumps of a uniformed cream mass suffocating the fingers. The powdered white dust sat beside me and I felt irritated. I hadn’t thought about pouring it on the mixture before I touched it. ‘I was out of my element here’ I thought as I reached for the flour.

Andrei’s baker had abruptly called five minutes before work notifying him he couldn’t work his shift. His grandmother had fallen down the stairs and fractured her hip, hence his lack of concern for Andrei. He was the only living relative she had so it fell upon him to look after her. One missed shift would turn into dozens. The bakery was small and hidden in a remote part of Romania. The clientèle was not much besides those living in the small town from years ago, or even since they were born.

Everyone in town knew each other. When I arrived I had my doubts about staying in this place because of that same reason. I would be the talk for weeks and I couldn’t risk so many people questioning my presence. Except, I was lucky.

One evening, I sat in a small and dark corner of a bar near the outskirts of the town where it was most probable to see an outsider. Two men sat a couple of feet away from me, talking fairly loudly. Out of boredom and desire to know the people I might have been seeing every day, I heard and studied their moments. Taking notes about their behaviors and storing them far into the file I had on humanity. Their voices were cheery as they ate pastries that I was sure to not be from the small bar.

“This is so good! I can’t believe I haven't tasted a pastry this good since I left,” he moaned loudly in reaction to the puff on his hand. The crumbly dessert spilling powdered sugar all over his dark gray pants. “Andrei hasn’t lost his touch.”

“Who is this Andrei you talk so highly of?” The older male asked the seemingly young partner. The man wore an expensive suit, not one that could be found here and from what I gathered from their conversation, he had not grown up here. But his friend did. What he said next grabbed my attention the most.

“His bakery is pretty hidden in the town. Someone that didn’t know the road would not find him. He used to be a criminal, on the run and all that. But since he got out of prison he became a baker. the man sure has a gift. I don’t even know why he went to jail, because the man is a sweetheart. I think he was just dealt a bad hand.” The man kept munching on his pastry as he talked. The vowels all merging to create a soundless blob. I swore he said more but that was all I could understand and by the face of his friend, he understood less.

“It’s such a small town. Why was it never known?”

“I don’t know. Rumor has it that he was born here but left, something to do with his family. He came back years later, on the run from some people. People we assumed to be the police. Of course, the police followed his trail and eventually found him here. Two years later. He hid pretty well if, you asked me. He treats people with respect but he never talks about himself. He has always been reserved when it comes to his life, only telling small details that lead to nothing. You know, not enough to form a life picture…”

Before he finished talking, I was out of my seat, walking towards the pair. I plastered an innocent look on my face, one I had studied and perfected many times since coming to earth. I relaxed my posture, knowing I had been tense and tucked since I entered this town. I still can’t believe I was social before. Nobody would believe that if I told them now.

“Hey, those pastries look marvelous!” I said in a cheery voice when I reached the pair. Both of their heads whipped towards my direction, curiosity written in their faces. I could hear the questions in their head about me and where I came from and what I looked for in town. Typical gossiping mortals. I wanted to cut the tie between our heads, feeling bad about corrupting the men’s thoughts. But I couldn’t, not until I had what I wanted. “Do you know where could I find them?”

“Sure thing. What’s your name, sweet thing?” Sweet thing, that’s funny. If he had been into the American news he would not say that.

“Calypso. Do you know where the place is? Can you explain it to me?” I said, trying to hide the hurry in my voice. His thoughts were front seat in my mind, not wanting to miss a thing.

“So eager.” He chuckled. Instead of the route, I was expecting, he thought about my naked form and countless sexual images began replaying. I resisted the urge to impale his backside, taking a deep breath and counting to ten. I played his game. I battered my eyelashes and looked at him from hooded eyes. I bit my lip gently and walked closer. Sneaking a glance at his friend, I noticed he was no longer looking at us. He seemed uncomfortable and had turned to his coffee and pastries. I wish I had a coffee to turn to.

“Maybe you could take me there. If you remember the way, of course.” He smirked and grabbed the jacket slung over the wooden chair he sat on. His friend looked at us, startled as if he wasn’t expecting my response. However, the joy of his friend would be short-lived. Images of the way to the small bakery filled my head and I smirked. Before he could take my hand to guide me to his car I asked for the restroom.

As soon as I came in, my eyes searched for some window I could use to leave unnoticed. And I found it in the corner of the bathroom beside one of the huge black and white mirrors. I locked the door and hurried to open the window, sliding through the door. The darkness of the night didn’t face me but my alert was high. Everybody could hide in the dark. My heart rocked against my chest as I saw the same guy from early waiting beside his car. I hurried along the alleyway, pulling my hood up and hiding my hair, disappearing into the dark.

“Calypso, boy for you.” I was brought from my memories by the rough voice of Andrei. Whoever didn’t spend much time with him would think he was mad all the time thanks to his voice and forever furrowed white bushy eyebrows. I matched the furrowing of his eyebrows when he mentioned a boy. I had been careful enough to not get attached or get anyone attached to myself so the mention of another human being besides Andrei spooked me.

Suddenly, the thought of agents looking for me or the usual threats I had filled me with panic. I heard the thunderous beat of my heart. The tremble of my hands disrupted the beautiful form of the pastry in my hands. quickly cleaning and taking away the apron full of white dust, I walked to the front of the door.

A dark-haired man in his early twenties stood next to the door with a blue box in his hands. A white shimmering ribbon adorned the delicate box, wrapping silkily around it to form a well-done bow. The chiseled bone structure of his profile caught my breath as he looked to the small, underpopulated plaza in the corner of the rondure. The curvature of his roman nose and the thin shape of his lips sticking in his profile.

I saw him regularly at the small bakery. His usual was a Papanaşia with a black strong coffee. He left three dollars on the tip jar three times a week and I noticed if he was overly happy, he would leave a fiver regardless of the day or how many days he had tipped. I had seen him mad twice in the store. Seemingly, he was one of those guys that harbored every trouble inside in a chaotic turmoil. I knew because I had invaded his mind one of those times. Curiosity had gotten the best of me, knowing he was always the type of guy that carried the sun on his shoulder. Every time he caught my attention, I tried to remind myself that he could’ve been an agent sent by Hydra to kill me or worse, kidnap me.

“Hello. What can I help you with?” I said, confidence laced in my voice. The confidence I did not expect to have. His head whipped towards me. A smile broke on his face at the sight of me. I saw the fidgeting of the box in his hands and the sudden bobbing of his knee. He didn’t appear to be harboring any secrets, or at least not deadly ones.

“Hey. I know this will probably look very weird to you but I’ve been watch- I mean not watching but I just- I,” His stammering caused a giggle to leave my lips involuntarily. My hand immediately flew to my lips, hiding the smile corrupting my face. He lowered his face but not before giving me one of those smiles that could light up a world. God, I felt sappy. He looked at me once again. “I don’t know how to do this. I definitely didn’t think it through.” He chuckled. One of his hands came up to brush his face while shaking it, side to side. I could tell he was nervous, maybe more that I initially had been.

Seeing him stammer was the cutest thing I had seen since the little green and purple flowers that grew back home and surrounded our palace. So, I decided to help him a bit. “You could start with your name,” I said, trying to not smile too much. Agent, agent, agent…

“God, you probably should’ve done that first. Nice one.” He said, more to himself than for me to hear it. “I’m Razvan. It's lovely to finally meet you.” I shook his hand. It was rough yet soft with elongated fingers caressing my own small and thin one.

“Calypso.”

“What I meant to say, you know, before I shot myself in the foot was that you caught my eye since I first saw you. Now, I swear I'm not stalking you because it could be easy to think after the horrible introduction I just did. But, yeah, I would like to get to know you, if that’s okay with you.”

I did think about it. I swear I did. I thought about how he could be linked to Hydra and if you searched on the deepest paranoid corner, the Avengers. I thought he could’ve been just a random murderer whose floor I had shaken. My voice of reason said no. and with the saddest feeling settling my stomach, I told him what I thought. Or tried to.

“I’m sorry, I-I can’t. You seem like the loveliest person b-but I…” For some reason, I couldn’t just say no. “Can I think about this?” That was the only thing that came out of my mouth while I tried to get the words ‘go away and ‘don’t speak to me’ out of my mouth. His smile faded a bit, but even then he tried to keep his positivity and bright personality on. I could feel the waves of disappointment once I started speaking but hope soon came flooding back.

“Sure. I'm a complete stranger coming here every day just to see you. I can see how that’s alarming. take your time.” He shook his head as if realizing what he had just said. He chuckled and I tried to give him a small smile. Before I could turn away and leave, I felt him touch my elbow. I jumped back.

His brows furrowed quickly. “Forgive me. This is for you. And please accept it.” I thought about refusing but this would only prolong this meeting, pushing me to accept a company I wasn't ready for. I took the small box, my hand already trying to open the shimmering blue box. “No, please. Open it later, more calmly and everything and you can tell me whenever you’re ready if you like it.” I gave him a smile, which he returned brightly before diving back inside the back of the store.

Once inside, I undid the delicate ribbon, watching it dissolve like seafoam by the lovely blue water. The glistening gold chain with a tiny, colorful Koi fish rested in the center of the box. My heart swelled and I felt a way I hadn’t felt since Bucky. He remembered what I had told him that first, and the only time we had talked before today.

The voice of Andrei brought me out of my stupor with a jump. A hand traveled to grasp my heart while the other held the box tightly.

“Razvan is nice guy.” His voice was gruff and deep like it had been since I had met him. He walked behind me and grabbed a pack of flour to dump beside me. I looked towards the other and realized I was running out of it.

“Do you know him?”

“Yes. Comes every day for two years. Great boy.”

When I didn’t say anything, he stopped cutting open the pack of flour and turned to look at me. “You too reserved. Not want to end like Andrei alone. Give guy chance.” That was all he said before he left. A tall wrinkly woman with short red hair calling out for him.

The last thing I thought that day after he left drove me to the same road he had set me on. I didn’t want to end alone or die alone for that matter. But what was I to do if everyone thought I was a selfish monster who just wanted to kill and bring chaos? The only person who didn’t feel that particular way was the same man I was leaving without saying goodbye.

Stark seemed to have gathered his words together because he suddenly began spewing some shit on Andrei. shit, he didn’t like it.

“The girl is no selfish girl. Only a fool like yourself would think so. Only a blind man would propose such a thing.” His brows were furrowed but Otherwise, he was calmly standing at the bottom of the stairs sipping his milk. He seemed like he would continue but I made sure to stop him

“Andrei, no.”

“I see. She holds you hostage and controls you, doesn’t she?” Stark countered, a smirk settling in his features. I pinched my nose, sighing loudly.

“You have to leave with this buffoon?” I walked down to his side, muttering an annoyed yes. “I’m sadder for you than him.” A chuckle escaped him as he hugged my shoulders with one arm. I tried to push him away but found no will to do so. I would miss Andrei. He felt like the father I never had. Worry settled in my stomach knowing I had been here and I would no longer be if anything happened to him. I hugged him back, despite my better judgment and the four pairs of eyes staring back at me.

“Don’t forget about me, violet. Nor dear Razvan.’ He told me after letting me go. I nodded before calling back to my two companions. Stark came down, slowly walked to the front door. Bucky at his heels. They both turned. Bucky’s face had some sort of emotion I couldn't decipher. I thought I could, but I doubt he would feel happy about finding someone genuine to spend my days with.

Stark, on the other hand, looked at Andrei as if he had grown an extra head.

“I’m confused. Aren’t you supposed to be dying at her touch or something? Are you sure she didn’t threaten you to act this way?” The funny thing was, he sounded genuinely confused. The skepticism in his voice hurt my feelings but the mere fact it was stark made me forget quickly. He was an insensitive prick with a personal vendetta.

“Take this fool away before I turn him into a human pastry,” Andrei commented. I walked towards them, chuckling. “Ai grijă, violet aprins.” Take care, fiery violet. The elder said before we shut the door behind us. my heart swelled at his words. I knew I would long for those quiet evenings where it would rain and we would sit down in the living room with a book, quietly enjoying our presence. We laughed and made new and invented pastries in the kitchen for days, always looking for new and innovative flavors. I would miss the man that had treated me like his daughter.

“Take care, Pop.” I whispered to myself. Not thinking a long-haired blue-eyed soldier would hear.

And just like that, we disappeared quietly into the night and I said goodbye to one of the most important people in my life.

James let me know they came in the Quinjet, that enormous thing I had refused to sit on two years ago. the walk was not far from where we were and we found it in a while.

The Quinjet was hidden behind one of the buildings next to the bakery. the gigantic thing sleeping while we arrived to climb up. clint stood outside, his arms crossed. that man always looked like he was in a power pose.

“Romania? What is it with chased people and Romania?” Confusion and genuine interest were written all over his face.

Barton had always been a friend before I knew the truth. Nat told me she had told him in a drunken stupor. he tried to talk to her about telling me but she didn’t listen. I didn’t hold it against him because I knew he wasn’t actively participating but he didn’t do anything either.

I shrugged. “It’s a good hiding place. too many criminals organizations for you to matter. nobody cares who the hell you are as long as you keep quiet.”

“Good shadow place.” Bucky added as he tried to help me get in the Quinjet. I ignored his hand, focusing on Clint’s face.

“Exactly.” My response was clipped. if he was fishing for a normal conversation he was in for a treat.

After a while, we took off. My legs became restless as I sat in front of Stark and Bucky while Clint piloted the flying thing. boredom pushed me to get up from my seat and walk towards the front of the Quinjet. that, and Straks glare along with the awkwardness of Bucky’s movements.

Clint’s focused face came into view as I sat beside him. silence engulfed the both of us before he broke the silence with some words I didn’t expect.

“We missed you.” it was a quiet remark but full of shocking force. I just sat there, wide-eyed looking towards the already clearing sky. I looked towards him and forced myself to respond. a scoff came out of me, causing Clint to look rapidly towards me.

“You have no reason to believe me, but it’s the truth. Nat was pretty shaken up when you left. we looked for you everywhere and decided you didn’t want to be found. that you needed some time. it took you longer than we thought.”

“You didn’t find me because you didn’t look. You don’t have to lie to me, Barton.” I said, masking the hurt I felt with anger. why keep lying to me? I knew they didn’t care sop they didn’t need to act as they did.

“What? we did loo-” He never finished his sentence since Stark’s voice boomed around the small space. he came to let us know where would land soon as if we didn’t know already. Clint was the pilot, it was impossible for us to not know. suspicion arose in my chest but I soon forgot it when I saw the massive compound below us.

✹✹✹ I would be lying if I said my stomach wasn’t fluttering and my hands trembled slightly. I subtly rubbed my hands in my jeans, hoping to get some moisture away. But, there was something else bothering me. It had been there for a little while. The emptiness in my chest divided in two, as though… I don’t even know. The doors slid with a swift sound and my heart rate hit new floors.

I tried to avoid showing any emotion I felt. Seeing them surrounding the long table, all in their daily clothing made it hard to remember. I couldn’t show the happiness of seeing them all right after two years. Nor could I show the excitement deep in my bones seeing Wanda’s face. I couldn’t forget the damage (situation) those high-held beings made to my heart.

I looked at them with a mask of indifference firmly placed.

Wanda was the first to step forwards, as I knew she would. I didn’t expect her to but a part of me screamed how she had been the only real friend through the year I spent in this cage. I resisted the urge to hug her, touch her, and receive the reassurance I so deeply wanted.

“I thought- we thought you were dead.” The revelation shocked me. It felt as though they couldn’t believe I was alive. But I was. The question was… why did they think so?

“Nop. Still kicking.” I replied.

“Unfortunately.” I heard Stark mutter under his breath. I rolled my eyes and resisted the urge to kick him. I could make him feel a true kick in his brain. And his ass, too.

“Y/n!” A high-pitched voice came from the corner next to me. The smiley face of Pepper Potts came rushing towards me, engulfing me in a hug. My nerve endings shot and I prayed my instinctive responses wouldn’t go through. Fortunately for me, they didn’t. Before I could even think to hold her back—which I wouldn’t have done anyway— she stepped back. Smile intact and a gleam in her eyes capable of illuminating the whole room.

“Jesus. You’ve changed so much!” Her hands settled on my shoulder, holding softly and slightly shaking my shocked frame. “I missed you.” Her vice took a sweet edge and her head lolled to the side. Her eyes scrutinized me with the look of a mother who had just seen her child after a hard year abroad. I resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably out of her grasp. I wasn’t used to this.

“Honey, leave the feral alien alone.” Tony’s voice reached my ears. “We have important matters to discuss.”

“God, Tony. Give us a break. We haven’t seen the kid in two years.” Natasha’s ______ filled the room as I saw her taking steps towards me. I noticed there were no relaxed steps but tense and wary. Her eyes held a sort of apology mixed with caution.

I just stared. Deep inside I didn’t know how to react to someone I hadn’t seen in a long time, someone who betrayed me gets closer. Her body language told me she was sorry but still cautious of my reaction but I didn’t know if I should forgive her. Her right hand stretched towards my frame. I shifted uncomfortably in place, moving slightly away from her.

I saw her eyes roam my body, noticing the discomfort. She came to a halt three feet away from me. Her lips were pursed as she let her head drop for a second. She recovered quickly, extending her same hand towards me, this time to shake my hand.

“It’s good to have you back, Y/n.”

I took her hand in mine, shaking firmly. I nodded my head towards her. My lips pursed. The movement of Wanda’s body caught my eye. She stepped closer to me, her hands nervously trembling beside her big, red jumper.

“Can I hug you?” Hearing those words coming out of her froze the ongoing flow of blood through my veins. I was shocked, to say the least. I bet I looked like a gaping fish as an incomprehensible string of detached words escaped my lips. Everyone else seemed as surprised as I was. For completely different reasons I would bet. As Stark had said, they thought I was a free being.

She waited patiently, probably aware of the shock and ongoing battle I had inside me. She was the only one aware of my thoughts about showing anything besides contempt. And she knew why. But I sent it all to hell and for once, I did what I wanted to do. I nodded.

Her smile was worth enough as she moved quickly towards me, as though worried I would change my opinion. Her thin arms wrapped around my neck, my lack of height apparent as my 5’1 ass reached her shoulders. I resisted the urge to cry as I wrapped my arms around her back, relishing in a familiar face that didn’t hate my only existence.

“I missed you.” It was a whisper, only for me to hear. A small smile escaped my lips as hope blossomed in my chest. Hope that maybe I wasn’t a lost cause. Hope that maybe someday I could have a family.

“I did too, Red.” I murmured back. Careful to not raise my voice as I didn’t want anyone to know anything. I felt oddly vulnerable to be hugging someone let alone hugging someone in front of seven people. I noticed Vision staring and I gave him a subtle nod, a small smile creeping upon my lips. He nodded back with that usual blank expression not in compass with the feelings he harbored. After some time, I let her go before Stark had another remark to make.

I noticed Steve leaning against a far-away table, maybe ten feet away from where I was. His head lowered, eyes on the ground. His arms surrounded his build, hugging himself with a heavy frown on his face. He didn’t want to look towards me and I thought I knew why. He was ashamed of what he did. He was guilty anyway you looked at it. He was guided by Bucky to do everything. He followed the man despite knowing it was wrong. Not because your friend tells you to throw yourself out the window means you’ll do it. He knew full well what was wrong and right. He knew Barnes' proposal was as low as a man could get.

If he didn’t apologize and acknowledge what he did, he was dead to me. I mean, he had tried to apologize that day, but I was devastated and no words came through my anger.

There were a few handshakes and subtle nods here and there before I noticed a presence missing. I looked around for the usual big man with an overinflated sense of heroism but didn’t find him. He was big enough for anyone to spot him. I felt a pang in my chest and a tingle at the back of my head and I knew something was wrong. The air shifted and my hands started trembling slightly.

“Where’s my brother?” I asked, my voice slightly shaky. I tried to compose myself, knowing he had to be alright or I would’ve felt something.

“We don’t know. We couldn’t get a hold of him.” Natasha replied. I noticed the subtle worry etched in her face lines.

Suddenly, I understood that emptiness inside me. That swirling emotion unlatched to an earthy body. One of the connectors inside of me, besides bucky’s, was empty. It didn’t have any energy to connect to.

No.

I didn’t realize I began hyperventilating while the word repeated itself over and over in my head. My chest rose and fell quickly while the air got caught in my throat. My hand shot out to grasp anything in reach I could hold myself up with.

“Y/n?! What’s wrong?” Wanda was the first to step forward and grab my elbow. Her soft touch didn't completely register in my sensory sense. The only thing in my mind was the heavy colorless fog swirling around in my insides.

The worst part was, I didn’t know which of my brothers it belonged to. I thought about them and how long it had been since I had seen them. Since I had been with them.

“Can you all excuse me?” I pulled myself together and without waiting for a response, I hurried across the room. I thought about the me that they just saw but somewhere deep down, I didn’t care.

I hurried, passing Steve's body. This time, he looked intently at me. I didn’t expect him to stand up and grab my shoulders. By this point, my vision was blurry and I tried hard to reconnect with the missing life essence.

“Y/n, I-”

“Can we do this later, Rogers?” I spat, cutting him off before getting my elbow out of his grasp. I left, shuddering and feeling a wave of anger rising in my chest.

What a good way to make a comeback.

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eberles · 4 years ago

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On The Course

Rafe Cameron

if this gif is yours, lmk and i’ll tag you!

A/N: this is the longest thing i’ve ever written coming in at 3.8K!! it’s set the summer AFTER the show so like a year later basically and rafe isn’t a murderer obv, it’s also loosely based on A Cinderella Story - the one with Hilary Duff, okay enjoy :)

Warnings: mentions of parent death, brief mention of toxic living environments, swearing, lots of dialogue (idk if that needs a warning but)

You never had many friends growing up, or any really. Except JJ, he was always there for you, your very best friend and even though he offered all the time for you to hangout with the other pogues, you always declined. Of course, you went to school with them and had classes together and sure they were nice, but you never actually felt welcome. JJ was the first friend you made when you moved to the Outer Banks after your parents died. It’s been 4 years since then and living with your ugly aunt and her horrible twin daughters was the last thing you ever wanted for yourself. The only upside of moving to Outer Banks all those years ago was meeting JJ.

Everyone assumed you were dating and both of you had considered the fact, but quickly decided that it wasn’t meant to be for the two of you. JJ liked to be a playboy and he wasn’t really your type anyways. for years you watched him get with girl after girl while you sat idly by watching and looking out for him, never having a guy of your own to trot around with. You never minded it though, being by yourself gave you a sense of comfort and with your current living situations, your cousins made it difficult for you to have many friends or otherwise anyways. JJ always made you feel better about it though and assured you that you didn’t need a man to be happy because of how independent you were and how ‘one day you’re gonna get out of here and meet the guy of dreams, the one that lives up to your standards.” You would always shake your head and roll your eyes at him when he said that, but he believed it. At least the getting out of here part. JJ knew from the moment he met you 4 years ago that you weren’t destined to be on a little island like Outer Banks and you had bigger things coming to you. For now, this was home and you were making the best of it.

“JJ, please talk to your boss. I need a job, I have to get out of my house this summer.” you begged JJ one sunny afternoon, knowing that school was ending in a few days.

“Y/N, you’re gonna hate it. Trust me, you don’t wanna serve a bunch of rich pricks.” JJ sighed, looking over at you briefly and noticing you had your best puppy dog look plastered onto your face, the one you always knew got him to cave. “Fucking fine, i’ll talk to him.”

A few days passed and you were finally done with school. This was your last summer before heading off to college and as much as you didn’t want to spend it working, you knew your aunt had no intention of giving you any money for college. So here you were, serving your first day as a cart girl at the most prestigious country club on Figure 8. The course was fairly slow today and you had a small training session for the first few hours of your shift, but it wasn’t all that hard. Drive around, serve drinks, get tipped. As you were riding around on your little golf cart you noticed none other than Rafe Cameron flagging you down.

“Hi, what can I get for you?” you refrained from immediately rolling your eyes at him and forcing a smile onto your face as you climbed out of your cart.

“I’ll just get a beer, thanks.” he pointed to his beer of choice and watched as you poured the beverage slowly into the plastic cup. “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“That’s because I just started.” you stated pointedly, handing Rafe the drink and giving him a small smile. “Can i get you anything else?”

“Do you know how to golf?” Rafe was speaking before he could stop himself and you were taken aback by his question, let alone his politeness towards you. You’d never actually come in contact with the boy in front of you, but you’d heard horror stories from JJ surrounding the summer before. You shook your head no, not moving back to your cart just yet curious to where this was heading. “Do you wanna give it a shot? I can teach you.”

You knew you shouldn’t, JJ would scold you up and down for it, after previously warning you Rafe was an often golfer and that you’d probably see him quite a bit, but this wasn’t the Rafe you were expecting. Not after JJ’s multiple stories of Rafe beating him and the other pogues up and constantly giving them a hard time. However, you couldn’t stop yourself from agreeing to Rafe’s offer. Moving closer to him and grabbing the club from him you did exactly what you’d seen in the movies: knees spread, club down, aimed at the small golf ball and raising your arms back only for them to swing the club right into the dirt.

“Damn, you weren’t lying.” Rafe chuckled, taking a spot behind you making sure it was okay that he helped you first. Rafe was a good 6 inches taller than you, but when he came up you could still feel his breath hitting your ear causing your heart to beat out of your chest and goosebumps to erupt all over. He wrapped his arms around yours, placing his hands over yours adjusting your grip on the club. “Ready? One...two...three.”

“Oh- oh my god! I did it! Well you did it, but I did it!” you turned around in Rafe’s grasp jumping up excitedly after watching the ball move this time. Before Rafe could react, realization hit you that you were at work and not making a very good first impression. “I have to go, I'm sorry.”

You ran back towards your golf cart, jumping in and driving off checking in on the other golfers. Rafe had a big smile on his face watching the cute new girl drive off. He felt a sense of home building in his chest after your small interaction and he wasn’t sure what was going on. No girl had ever affected him the way you did and he didn’t even know your name. Yet.

“Dude, what’s got you blushing?” Topper asked, joining him on the course and snapping Rafe out of his thoughts about you.

“Have you seen the new cart girl?”

“Yea she’s cute but she’s a pogue.” Topper stated and Rafe looked at him skeptically not wanting to believe the words. Rafe was almost positive he’d never seen you around before and definitely not with the other pogues. Granted, the way everything happened last summer he never saw the pogues anymore, choosing the high road and turning himself into a better man so he could eventually leave Figure 8 on his own.

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“Y/N!” you turned around hearing JJ calling your name. You just entered the cut after having to walk home from your first shift at the country club. “I’ve been texting you for hours.”

“Oh sorry JJ, my shitty phone died.” you shrugged letting JJ catch up with you before continuing your walk home.

“How was your first day?” you knew JJ would ask, but you hadn’t quite figured out what you were planning on telling him. Do you bring up your weird but pleasant interaction with Rafe?

“It was good! It was a pretty slow day, perfect for learning.” JJ hummed in response, looking at you quizzically not fully believing you didn’t have anything more to say. You decided to keep it short, not looking forward to JJ mocking your newfound connection with his enemy. You felt bad enough about it without having him breathing down your neck. JJ walked you home, the two of you making small talk for the rest of the short distance to your house.

“Charge your phone, how else will I annoy you?” you rolled eyes, laughing at what JJ said, pushing on his chest.

“Goodbye JJ, Y/N has things to do.” your aunt spoke, catching you off guard as you were saying bye to JJ outside your house. JJ gave you a sympathetic look before walking off, never wanting to leave you alone with them. “Y/N, I’m going out of town tomorrow. I’ll be leaving you this list to work on while I'm gone. I expect everything to be finished. You will go to work, come home and work some more. Zero play time and in the house everyday by 6 pm, missy.”

“Okay but there’s this one event the country club is having and it’s a night shift for me.” you followed your aunt around the small house, hoping she would let you out of the house for Midsummers knowing the tips would be great.

“Well that’s not going to work, now is it?” she huffed, shoving the 7 page list into your hands and storming off, her heels clicking with every step. “One page for everyday, don’t miss anything.”

The next day your aunt left just like she planned to, her twin daughters staying behind to ‘keep an eye on you’ but really, they were just going to annoy you the whole time. The only thing you could really look forward to anymore was going to work and hoping the customers were nicer than your cousins.

“Y/N, we’re coming with you today!” the twins spoke at the same time with fake chipper voices.

“Great.” you deadpanned, turning away from them and making your way towards their shared car and climbing in the back seat. The drive was short and they talked the whole way there so you practically jumped out before the car stopped moving noticing your arrival. You were feeling giddy to be at work today secretly hoping you would see a certain kook boy again. You didn’t know much about him, only the awful things JJ had spoken about him briefly but didn’t see that side of him only enticing you to know more.

After a few hours driving around the course serving drinks to mostly middle aged white men you finally noticed Rafe with a few of his friends. You wanted to talk to him again, but having his friends around made you unsure about the situation so you decided to play it cool.

“Did you guys want drinks?” you stopped on the path behind them before getting off the cart and making your way to them.

“Rafe, is this your cute cart girl from yesterday?” Topper laughed, hitting Rafe’s back pushing him towards you and you noticed a blushing Rafe shoot a quick glare in his direction.

“Hey, how’s your second day going?” Rafe moved closer to you and the cart hoping to get out of ear shot from Topper and Kelce.

“It’s been good, lots of older men come around here I’ve noticed.” you laughed handing Rafe the same drink as yesterday since you remembered the specific beer he wanted. “It makes for good tips though so I can't complain.”

“Yea these guys might be old but they’re rich as fuck.” Rafe sipped his beer, smiling at you and apologizing for his friends being stupid behind him. “Hey so I never got your name-”

“Hey Y/N!” you turned, hearing your name being called and saw JJ running towards you. You mentally cursed because of course this was the one time he would ever step foot on the course to look for you. Rafe looked at you confused even though Topper previously told him you were technically a pogue yourself. “Y/N, your cousins are inside and they’re driving me crazy. I needed a break. What’s going on here?”

“Oh JJ, I’m sorry about them, they insisted on being here for my whole shift.” you ignored JJ’s last question, putting all the attention on your cousins, hoping it would deflect from you and Rafe chatting.

“You okay?” JJ asked in a hushed tone, glaring at Rafe and you laughed nodding your head yes. “Okay I guess I’ll go back inside then. Be careful.”

“So your name’s Y/N?” Rafe stood back a few feet while you had your short conversation with JJ and returned to your side once JJ started walking away. “I’m assuming since you know Maybank that you already know who I am.”

“Well I know of you, but if we keep meeting like this maybe i’ll be able to find out more.” you were feeling brave all of a sudden, hoping putting yourself out there would get your somewhere with Rafe. Everything felt natural with him, and you didn’t want to let that feeling escape you by ruining it.

“Why don’t you give me your number and then it won’t have to be exclusive to only here?” Rafe smirked, pulling his phone out and placing it in your hands. You laughed, typing your phone number in quickly and returning it back to him.

“I should really get back to work, Rafe but I’ll see you around yea?” you climbed back into your golf cart as Rafe smiled and waved bye to you.

The next few days passed and you hadn’t seen Rafe at the club, but you had been texting quite a bit. Just in a few days of talking you felt like you were already learning so much about him and his life. He told you everything from who his friends are to how overbearing and controlling his father was. He explained that he went to college at Chapel Hill for a year before dropping out and his father never forgave him. You shared your deepest feelings with him about your parents deaths and how your aunt and cousins were Satan's children. You told him you couldn’t wait to get out of Outer Banks and go off to college at the end of the summer. He understood you and you meshed together so well just after a few days.

i haven’t told my dad, but after getting my shit together this past year i started applying to schools. my first choice is princeton.

princeton?! rafe, no way! that’s where i’m hoping to go.

You couldn’t deny the fast connection you felt with rafe, everything in your body was telling you that you belonged together. Rafe told you he was looking forward to seeing you at the Midsummers event tonight, but you had to break the devastating news that there was no way you could go.

curfew is 6 pm cameron, get with it😂

jesus, i’m sorry i didn’t know you were 7

You laughed at the text on your phone when a tapping noise on your window startled you. You dragged yourself out of bed to see JJ standing on the ground below you.

“JJ, what are you doing?!” you whispered after opening the window and sticking your head out.

“I'm coming up!” JJ whispered back, scaling the side of your house next to your bedroom window. Lucky for him there was a small rock wall giving him the perfect entrance. “I'm breaking you out, you’re coming to Midsummers.”

“JJ, I can't! They’ll kill me if I leave!” JJ gave you a look as if to say ‘stop being a baby.’ It only took a few more seconds of convincing from JJ for you to agree. He successfully helped you out your window and down the rock wall without your cousins noticing you had left for the night. JJ borrowed John B's van and left it parked a few houses down so the twins wouldn’t be suspicious.

“Thanks for this, JJ. You’re the best.” you smiled wide, feeling free for the first time in a while. It was nice getting out of the house while it was dark out.

“As much as I want to take credit, I can’t. This was Rafe’s idea.” you looked at JJ with wide eyes, completely caught off guard.

“What?!” you all but screamed, not sure why JJ would ever talk to Rafe about you. Especially since you hadn’t even told JJ that you and Rafe were talking almost constantly.

“I’ll try to forgive you for not mentioning your budding relationship, but yea. Rafe came to me and apologized for everything last summer and although I don’t forgive him. He does talk pretty highly about you and I can't deny that.” JJ explained and you couldn’t have been more proud to call him your best friend in these moments.

Once you arrived, JJ snuck you in the back and you couldn’t help but take a peek out and notice Rafe standing by the bar dressed in a navy colored suit with his dad who looked like he was scolding him for something. He looked good, really good. JJ pulled you into the locker room handing you a uniform with a white shirt and a black vest to put over it and informing you that you were on drink serving duty. You made your rounds looking over at Rafe every so often wanting nothing more than to approach him. You noticed Rafe's dad pulling him away from the crowd with a yank to his collar and watching as he stood in front of him yelling and pointing a finger in his face. Your feet were moving before your brain could process it and before you knew it you were in front of the two.

“Hi, can I get you guys anything to drink?” you put the sweetest smile on your face, hoping it wouldn’t be obvious that you were trying to distract Rafe’s dad. Ward cleared his throat before looking at you and ordering a whiskey on the rocks with a fake smile on his face. Rafe took the opportunity to make a break for it while you wrote down his fathers drink, exactly what you hoped would happen. After returning to Ward with his drink you went looking for Rafe only to find him back inside the club.

“Oh look who it is, my savior.” Rafe teased, watching you approach him before pulling out a chair for you to sit next to him. “Thanks for that by the way, you didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did, I understand family issues all too well, Cameron.” you laughed, taking the seat beside him.

“I’m surprised to see you here, so much for that curfew huh?” Rafe smirked, eyeing you from across the table.

“Funny enough, JJ came up with this super smart plan to sneak me out. Usually he’s not that on top of it, but I guess something changed.” you joked and reached for Rafe’s hand across the table. “Thank you for talking to him, you have no idea how much it means to me.”

“I know it sounds weird, but I think I would do anything for you.” Rafe blushed, squeezing your hand in his and putting his head down to hide the pink tint on his cheeks. You pulled your hand from his and reached up to lift his face to look at your before moving in closer to him. Your lips brushed his softly before he pulled you closer by your waist and your lips molded to each other and you melted into your first kiss with Rafe.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt but Y/N your aunts outside.” you pulled away from Rafe hearing JJ’s voice and you couldn’t believe what you heard. You looked between the boys with a horrified expression on your face and walked passed JJ outside to where your aunt and cousins were standing and causing a scene.

“Where the hell is she?!” you frowned, running up to them, hoping you could get her to leave without losing your job.

“There you are! You ungrateful piece of trash! How dare you sneak out with this scum of a boy!?” with each word your ugly aunt used her finger to push on her chest and you felt the anger bubbling up inside of you.

“Don’t touch me! And don’t talk about him like that. I’m 18 now, you can’t tell me what to do anymore!” you pushed her hand away, yelling back in her face with JJ and Rafe watching you from a few feet away, everyone else at the party enjoying the show.

“I sure as hell can if you’re living under MY roof!” you could hear your cousins laughing from behind her and that only fueled more anger in you.

“Don’t worry about me, because I'm moving out.” you finally had it, you couldn’t take dealing with her for another second longer. Unbeknownst to you, Rafe and JJ were sharing knowing looks at each other as the scene unfolded in front of them.

“And where do you think you’re gonna go?”

“With us!” JJ spoke up, and you felt him take a place at your side with Rafe following his actions on your other side.

“Good luck with that. They’ll be tired of you soon enough, don’t come crawling back.” your aunt scoffed, rolling her eyes at the two boys and retreating back to her SUV, “Girls! Here! Now!”

You felt tears start to roll down your cheeks and you laughed feeling both the boys wrap their arms around you. “Everything’s gonna be okay now, y/n.”

“Jeez, I don’t know what to say. Thank you guys for being here.” The rest of the party goers were clapping at you standing up for yourself and finally being free of her even though they didn’t know you or your situation.

“You don’t have to thank us, Y/N.” Rafe smiled as you pulled him into a tight hug feeling safe as his arms wrapped around you.

••epilogue••

Summer was officially over and you were sad to be moving on, but you could easily say this was the best summer of your entire life. After the screaming match with your aunt you moved in with JJ and John B and yes it was tough adjusting to living with boys but it was amazing. You were finally getting close with the other pogues Rafe’s sister Sarah and you just wish you hadn’t waited 4 years for it to happen.

Rafe did some digging with a private investigator and found a savings account in your name for your full college tuition that your aunt had been hiding from you. Everything was falling into place for you and speaking of Rafe: you guys were officially dating and going two months strong. You felt the happiest you ever had in your entire life and he was partly to thank for that.

You wound up going to Princeton together and lived happily ever after. At least for now. Hey, you’re only a freshman.

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nakachuchu · 4 years ago

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Gravitate | Bokuto Kotaro + Akaashi Keiji

SYNOPSIS: You're annoyed Akaashi is smarter than you and confused at the man hiding in a cabinet.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 2670

WRITTEN: 03/11/2021

NOTES: @babierin suggested enemies to lovers in general, but that's the one trope I don't like but I ended up coming up with this and it's the longest thing I've ever written on Tumblr as of today. If you squint, the way they get together is totally realistic lol

You did your best in your studies in order to get good grades. Your parents drilled it into your head that if you got terrible grades, you'd end up homeless.

Even though you were now a teenager and knew that they were exaggerating, it was still a possibility, so you continued to study hard.

You didn't have to be ranked number one at Fukurōdani, but having a goal kept you occupied, even though it messed with your mental health and sleep schedule.

Another factor that messed with you getting number one was Akaashi Keiji. He was smart and the two of you often switched between first and second place.

It annoyed you. It made you feel inferior—as if your hard work had been for nothing. But because you were a sensible person, you were sure he was working hard for number one as well, but you wanted to be first.

Fukurōdani sent out monthly scores of each subject, and you usually ranked first in math and science, while Akaashi usually beat you in English and history.

You occasionally stayed after school to study since being at home with your parents hovering around you stressed you out.

Akaashi was usually on your mind. He was attractive, yes, and on top of being smart, he was an athlete. It made you feel even more inferior because you weren't an athlete. You didn't have anything rigorous that took up your time after school and on weekends. All you did was study.

You sighed as you walked into the science room to finish up a lab alone. You wanted everything to be precise, so when it came to labs, you were always the last person to turn the paper and data in.

Your teacher entrusted you with his classroom since he knew what a good and trustworthy student you were. Plus, the janitor was on campus in case anything happened.

You walked to the sink to wash your hands. Once you were finished, you looked around for something to dry your hands with.

You didn't see any paper towels or clean rags so you bent down to the cabinet underneath the sink and opened it.

"WHAT THE F—"

You fell onto your butt at the person hiding inside the cabinet. He looked at you, equally as shocked and frightened.

"Bo-Bokuto? What are you doing in there?" you asked.

He was your classmate in math and was in your year, so you knew him. Plus, he was often the talk of the school because of the volleyball team and girls having an interest in him.

He sniffled. "Nothing."

"How did you even fit in there?" you asked. "Are you stuck? Should I get help? What about Akaashi?"

You weren't an idiot. You knew Bokuto rarely went anywhere without his best friend, and to see either one without the other was very rare.

Bokuto pouted and shoved his face between his knees, ignoring your question.

You sat on the floor, blinking and waiting for an answer. He clearly didn't want to talk, so you were forced to move past it.

"Are there any paper towels in there?" you asked.

He reached behind him, angling his arm at what looked like an uncomfortable position, and grabbed a paper roll for you.

You took it from his hands and got up from the floor to wash your hands again, then dried them.

"Um—thank you," you said as you leaned your body to the side to peer into the dark cabinet. "Should I... Should I close it?"

He shook his head between his knees, so you left the door open for him and put your goggles on, occasionally checking on him while you finished up your lab.

He was supposed to be in practice at this time, so you were fairly certain that something must have happened during practice since he wasn't wearing his uniform, instead opting for loose clothes.

Once you were finished and began to throw away the materials in the correct bins and clean the tubes and table, you could hear Bokuto bumping into the cabinet as he wrangled his body out.

You waited for him to crawl out of the cabinet before walking to the sink to wash your hands and dry them.

"Are you feeling better?" you asked.

He nodded.

You had never seen him so quiet before. It was a bit unsettling and you weren't the type of person to leave someone alone when they were upset.

"Um—Are you thirsty? I can get you something." When he didn't answer, you added, "Or we could go together? I'm done with my lab here anyway."

He nodded and you grabbed your school bag, freezing for a moment when he grabbed the hem of your sweater. You quickly shook off your shock and continued walking, allowing him to hold onto your sweater.

You led him to a vending machine outside and got water for him since you weren't sure what he liked and that was the safest option.

The two of you sat on a bench outside, enjoying the cool air. He opened the water and drank from it while you held a can of warm coffee as a hand-warmer.

"Don't you have to go back to practice?"

He pouted.

"Right. What made you so upset?"

"Akaashi," he mumbled.

You let out a sigh of relief. That was the first thing he said to you since you found him in the cabinet.

"Did he do something?"

"He yelled at me."

You didn't see Akaashi as the type to yell at someone. He was usually very calm, so Bokuto must have done something.

"How come?" you asked.

"He said I was being too loud—that I was annoying."

"Did he apologize?"

"I ran away," said Bokuto.

"Well, maybe if you go back now, he'll apologize and the two of you can make up. I don't mean for this to be rude, but it's odd when you two aren't together. You guys are best friends, right?"

He nodded and took in a deep breath. "You're right, Y/N! I'll go back now. Thanks!"

He had a bright smile on his face, completely contrasting with his sullen expression a few seconds ago. He quickly got up from the bench and ran away with the water, leaving you alone on the bench with a warm can of coffee between your hands. You stared after him in confusion.

"How'd he know my name?" you mumbled.

He never once interacted with you before and you didn't introduce yourself to him, so he couldn't have known your name. You were supposed to be a background character to him.

The next day during break, you were reviewing the notes you took in class when a loud voice called out for you.

"Y/N!"

You looked up, startled, to see Bokuto waving to you through the door. You glanced around and slowly waved at him. He beckoned for you to come over, so you did.

Once you were by the threshold, you noticed Akaashi was there. The two of you locked eyes before you averted them to look at Bokuto instead.

You felt self-conscious with how much taller the two of them were and how good they looked in their school uniforms.

"Did you need something?" you asked.

Bokuto grinned. "I wanted to say thanks for yesterday."

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm guessing you two made up."

"Yeah!"

Akaashi nodded and held out a can of coffee to you. You glanced at him and took it from his hand, noticing his slender fingers.

"Bokuto noticed you got this brand yesterday," said Akaashi.

You mainly got it as a hand-warmer, but you didn't mind drinking coffee.

"Thank you," you said. "You didn't have to."

"He told me you took care of him, so it's the least we could do," Akaashi explained.

You nodded. "Right. Is that all?"

Bokuto and Akaashi glanced at each other before leaning in. Your eyes darted between the two, noticing how close they were to you.

"Bokuto likes you a lot," said Akaashi.

"Huh?"

"You're really pretty, Y/N," said Bokuto with a grin. "Come to rooftop during lunch. We'll be there!"

Akaashi leaned away and tugged on his sleeve to give you some space. Bokuto leaned away from you after smiling at Akaashi.

"If you don't, it's fine, but Bokuto will be sad if you don't," said Akaashi. "Let's go. Class is starting soon.

"Okay, okay. See you later, Y/N!" Bokuto exclaimed as he walked after Akaashi.

You blinked after the two, heart racing and completely confused.

Class seemed to pass by slowly today. You usually forced yourself to listen to the teacher in order to take notes, but Bokuto's confession was taking up your mind.

When class was over, you quietly took your time going up to the rooftop. You didn't want to first and have to wait for them. Plus, you were so nervous, your legs wouldn't properly move and you had to stop walking on the stairs for a minute to calm your heart.

The door to the rooftop creaked open and you poked your head out to see if they were there. Your heart beat rapidly as Bokuto and Akaashi turned to look at you.

You opened the door further and walked onto the rooftop. You twiddled your thumbs together behind your back as you approached them.

"Hi," you said.

Bokuto grinned. "Hi, Y/N!"

"He wants to date you," said Akaashi. "I don't mind either."

"You don't mind?" you questioned. "I'm sorry. I mean, I just met you two officially. I'm not the type of person to easily date someone, or date in general, actually."

Bokuto looked down at Akaashi and the two had a silent conversation with each other.

"All right!" Bokuto exclaimed, making you flinch in surprise.

He wrapped an arm around Akaashi's shoulders and guided his head to rest on his chest. Akaashi didn't seem to mind as he stared at you.

"Keiji and I are dating," he said.

"H-Huh? Congratulations? What does this have to do with me?"

"We're an open relationship and we both like you," Akaashi explained.

"Both like? You both like me?" you asked. You guys aren't wasting my time, right? This isn't a joke? Because I could be studying right now."

Akaashi chuckled. "I could be too."

You puffed out your cheeks, just now remembering that he was your rival. It was hard to dislike him when he was so attractive and respectful.

"I'll think about it," you said. "This isn't exactly normal for me."

"Don't tell anyone we're dating. We told you because we trust you," said Akaashi.

You nodded. "My lips are sealed. I'm going to go back to my classroom now."

"We'll walk you!" Bokuto exclaimed, sliding his arm off Akaashi to walk over to you.

You had to tilt your head up the closer he got to you. You weren't sure if the two of them walking with you was such a good idea because of how much attention they got.

"Don't bother her," Akaashi scolded, making Bokuto pout. "We'll see you later, Y/N."

You nodded and bowed to them before scurrying away. You wished you didn't glance over your shoulder as the door closed. The sight of the two men kissing was something that would keep you up at night.

Neither Akaashi or Bokuto bothered you in the following week. You appreciated that since studying and retaining information was difficult because of them.

You found yourself thinking about the kiss they shared on the rooftop whenever you took a break from studying. You had to keep your mind occupied so that you wouldn't think about it.

Currently, you were in science class—the very same room where Bokuto hid in a cabinet. The class was almost over and everyone was cleaning up their materials.

"Y/N."

You looked up from washing your hands to see Akaashi. You swore this cabinet and sink was haunting you.

"You're smart."

"Thank you," you replied.

"Care to study with me after school? I don't have practice."

"Oh, yeah, sure."

You were certain there wasn't a catch. He seemed like a gentleman and was always there to reign Bokuto back.

"My house is close to the school, so we can walk there together," he said.

"Sounds good."

He briefly smiled at you before moving past you to wash his hands.

Your heart was beating fast for no reason. It was just studying. At least, you hoped it was.

He waited for you by the entrance of the school after school and the two of you walked together to his house.

His room was exceptionally clean for a boy, but it made sense to you. He pulled out a table from under his bed and extended it.

"Could you help me with math? I can quiz you on history," he said.

The fact that he knew which subjects you didn't rank first in made you want to hit him, even though he didn't do anything wrong.

You nodded, and the two of you sat down, taking out your notebooks and supplies.

Studying with Akaashi was quite enjoyable. He made things easy to understand but didn't treat you like you were inferior. In return, you did your best to explain math both verbally and visually.

"I hope you're considering our offer seriously," said Akaashi, interrupting your train of thought.

You played with the pencil in your hand. "I am. Kind of. It's just hard for me to wrap my head around. Neither of you ever talked to me to know me well."

"That's true, but just because we never talked to you, doesn't mean we never talked about you," he retorted. "I talked about you a lot to Bokuto."

"What'd you say?"

"How I'm never ranked first in math or science because of you. It was irksome, but because of that, I started paying more attention to you. Bokuto noticed and got a bid pouty, but then started to notice you too. You're really pretty and noticeable, Y/N. You just don't notice it. You'd always pass by us during breaks and our eyes naturally gravitated to you. You never even spared us a glance."

"Oh. Sorry," you mumbled. "I'm usually thinking about whatever I just learned."

"I know. You never watch where you're going because of that. We once saw you run into a door."

You winced. "You saw that? That's so embarrassing."

"It was cute. So, about our offer..."

He looked so serious now that you couldn't look away from him despite your fast heartbeat and flushed face.

"I've never dated someone before, let alone two people at the same time, but I'm willing to try. I think you two are...interesting. Besides, I thought about you a lot too. You're my rival, after all."

You did think about Akaashi a lot. He was always on your mind, even though it was mainly about how smart he was and how he always bested you.

"What about me?"

The closet door slid open and you let out a scream when Bokuto's body came wiggling out.

"Sorry, he thought it was unfair I got you all to myself," said Akaashi with an apologetic expression.

"Do you like me too?" Bokuto questioned as he walked over to you and knelt in front of you, placing his face into his hands.

"Well, yeah, I guess so. You're cute like a puppy," you answered.

He grinned. "You're cute too!"

You squealed as he tackled you to the floor, wrapping his arms around you for a tight hug. Akaashi wrapped his hand around the table, making sure you didn't hit your head on the edge. Bokuto had a similar idea as he placed his hand on the back of your head so that wouldn't hit the floor.

Akaashi smiled. "I'll get some drinks and snacks."

"You're going to leave me here?" you called out as Bokuto nuzzled his cheek against yours.

"You'll have to get used to it, Y/N. Kotaro's a touchy person."

#haikyu x reader #Bokuto Kotaro x reader #Akaashi Keiji x reader #sfw

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a-crimson-dawn · 3 years ago

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Mereoleona was surprised, to say the least.

From what she could tell, the only thing Vangeance had touched was the non-alcoholic eggnog.

And yet, he seemed a bit more... emotional (?) than usual? He definitely wasn't acting his usual self. She didn't really know why she cared - just yesterday, if you'd have asked her if she cared for him at all, she wouldn't have told you that he could go rot, for all she cared - but nonetheless she found herself watching him more intently than planned. Which was coupled with this weird feeling that she could have sworn was concern...

For him???

Nah, no way!

Not that bastard!

She looked at her own glass of eggnog, swirling the contents around a bit, before sniffing at it. It did smell a little off...

Charlotte was too drunk to have noticed - probably had some of that eggnog herself - and Dorothy was assisting her to a guest room, while the briar mage insisted in a slurred voice that Dorothy should "keep her hands off of Yami". Dorothy was busy. None of the other captains that were here seemed to notice that the eggnog was alcoholic, and, if they knew, no one was talking.

Instead, they seemed amused by Vangeance's impression of Sukehiro - which granted, was hilarious, if only on account of the fact that his voice was comically off and the impersonation was greatly exaggerated - and didn't seem to find anything strange about that. How often did those five - Sukehiro, Ripper, Silva, Vangeance and her brother - even get together if they didn't seem to notice something that seemed fairly obvious to her...?

Or maybe Vangeance knew?

Would he really get himself knowingly drunk, given that he was probably going to have to return to work the next day?

It seemed fairly irresponsible, but then again, so did betraying an entire kingdom. And Festiver was approaching, it was common for people to get inebriated during the holidays. Hell, it was one of her favourite past times.

Ultimately she decided to rule out the possibility of him being purposefully, knowingly drunk though.

So, walking over to him, she pulled him away from the table.

"Alright, I think you've had enough of that eggnog, Vangeance," she announced, dragging him off.

"Oh, hey, Sisgoleon," Yami slurred, unsurprisingly drunk. "Why don't you join us instead of killing our fun for once. There's plenty of drinks for everyone..."

"I can see that," she snapped back at him.

"I only had a couple glasses of eggno-" William protested, which was cut off by a hiccup. "Unless there was a limit to how much were are allowed to have-" another hiccup "-in which case, I apologise..." Well, at least she could hear him more clearly than Yami. "But I'm pretty sure there's plenty left -" hiccup "- on the table."

"Hey, Vangeance, drink something before you give me a headache with that hiccuping of of yours, will you?" Yami handed another glass of eggnog over to him, ignoring Mereoleona's attempt to stop him from doing exactly that.

"I don't recall there being any limits on the eggnog, no," Fuegoleon said, quite possibly a bit drunk himself. "There's no need to be concerned, there's plenty left for everyone..."

She groaned. "Please tell me you at least have a designated sober person for this, you idiots..."

"Nozel.... or maybe Fueggy over here..." Yami started pointed at the other captains, "but you know, I could always just get my wheels to drop us off... if we do get hammered."

"Neither I, nor Fuegoleon plan on drinking, and I'm fairly certain that Vangeance hasn't touched any alcohol..."

'And that's exactly where you're wrong, bird brain...' she thought, annoyed. "Alright then. I guess there's no reason for me not to get hammered myself since you're all so very clearly sober..."

"You and I should have a drinking competition, sometime, Sisgoleon," the captain of the Black Bulls offered. "See if you're any better than your brother over here..."

"I doubt it would be much of a competition considering you're already drunk out of your mind, Sukehiro," she turned away. She chose to stick around though, interested in how this was going to go down. Unsurprisingly, not well, was the answer.

In the end, all of the captains ended up hammered.

Which left Randall to take a rambling Fuegoleon back to the Crimson Lion King headquarters. Finral and Zora meanwhile lugged a very aggressive, drunk Yami - who weirdly kept insisting that only he could tease "Prickly" (was that an imaginary friend, or something?) - to the Black Bull hideout. Puli assisted a stumbling Charlotte who was busy wailing "Yami!!!" with all the subtlety of a blue whale - on the other hand, Prickly could have been Charlotte. Nebra and Solid assisted a confused and far too honest for comfort Nozel, who switched constantly between moaning about how much of an insensitive, rude jerk Yami was, to swooning about Dorothy - coming from him, that was kind of unsettling with how out-of-character it was. Dorothy had been playing with Nozel's braid before he got dragged out, and then she was helped by an oddly concerned Kirsch back to her base. Walter took Rill back, who kept talking in a dazed voice about this random girl that saved him - but that was no indicater of inebriation for Rill, as he'd been in this state for weeks now. As for Jack he kind of just... stumbled out into the darkness, which didn't exactly concern her as much as it should concern the people he might attempt to slice up. Judging from the voices outside though, she assumed that one of his squadmembers had gone to help him. Kaiser had returned early to his wife.

But the Golden Dawn didn't show up.

Which could have been because Yuno was currently in Hage with Asta, last she'd heard of Langris he'd went on some spiritual journey, or it could have been because the idiot - Vangeance - hadn't thought to call anyone even when it became apparent he wasn't going to get to his base alone.

And if that didn't speak to his level of inebriation, then his half-awake ramblings definitely did.

So, she grabbed him with her lion paws.

As it were, she had no idea where the Golden Dawn headquarters were. Instead, she went to the Vermillion House, which she assumed would have at least some spare guest rooms left. Worst case scenario he could simply take her room, she barely stayed inside the manor anymore anyway and had her own place in the wilderness. She'd inform the servants of his arrival, to ensure that no one was caught by surprise next morning.

But in the meantime, there was the journey there, which wasn't made any shorter by William's constant ramblings. She could swear he'd never been this talkative when sober. In fact, as far as she was aware he was mostly a very reserved person.

Now everything - every apology and regret, every compliment and delusion - poured out of him like water out of a fountain and it was... weird.

After hearing him apologise for Fuegoleon losing his arm for the tenth time, and mutter out random names she assumed were names of the deceased from the reincarnation event given the little information that he gave her, as well as trying to apologise for and simultaneously defend Langris and his behaviours... she was starting to feel a bit bummed out for even taking him with her. The sentiment was getting too much to handle. And when she thought the worst was over, he started pining over his elf friend and Langris. By the time they were close to the manor, he'd thankfully almost fallen asleep, but even then he wouldn't shut up. In the end she had to put a fire paw over his mouth to stop herself from getting all torn up about him. She wasn't about to feel sympathy for the enemy.

"Tell me there are guest rooms available...?" she asked one of the maids once she'd entered the manor.

"A-actually L-lady Vermillion... some of your relatives-" by which the maid really meant anyone remotely related to her "-had been invited to stay overnight at the manor..."

"I suppose that leaves my room," she sighed. "Please inform my father and the rest of the staff about the new guest."

"I-I'm not sure your father would approve-"

She rolled her eyes. "Arya, he's clearly drunk. And I don't plan on doing anything inappropriate with him, if that's what you're implying. And father can stuff his approval somewhere - maybe don't tell him that in those precise words though. I've been an adult for over a decade now, and it is still my room to do with as I please, no?"

"Well, y-yes..." the maid obediently nodded. "D-do you need any help with-"

"No, that's fine."

With that, she took the man up to her room, laying him down on the bed and finally retracting her fire paws. Relieved to know that he wasn't trying to talk anymore, she took off his boots and then put a cover over him. He seemed more peaceful now. Endearing even.

She bit the inside of her cheek, annoyed at herself. There was nothing endearing about a traitor.

'Even a traitor with a guilty conscience...?'

Even a traitor with a conscience.

"Mereoleona..." she heard a murmur coming from behind her as she was leaving the room. Oh, dear gods, not this again, she wasn't about to put up with more guilt-

"... I love you."

She froze at first, before turning around when he didn't say anything else. His eyes were closed, and there seemed to be a smile tugging on his lips. He appeared to be, asleep.

"I love you" followed her out of her room, even as she closed the door, unable to push it out of her mind.

Three little words. Three words that left her indignant. Afraid. Excited.

Was this some kind of cruel joke?

Or was that really how he felt...?

"That bastard," she whispered placing a hand on her chest. "If this is a joke, I'll kill him."

#black clover #william vangeance #mereoleona vermillion #mereoleona x william #william x mereoleona #merilliam #romance #but also like angst or something because I'm evil #wait #would it count as romance if William's unconscious admission was given only at the very end of the scenario?#like... what are the rules here? XD

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heliads · 3 years ago

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I don't throw up anymore and was able to eat normally yesterday and I've started to cough out slime that's been stuck in my throat so I'm getting over it slowly but surely 💪🏻

if you want a grishaverse morally gray mob character who's affectionate, jesper is right there!!

Ohhh but Jesper is black, you can't love a black person like you love a white person!!!!11 🙄🙄🙄 (This is sarcasm if someone is coming to burn me alive)

Okay maybe some people don't like him being so flirty and having a problem with gambling but like Kaz on the other hand is extremely feared and violent so realistically, who would you choose if you didn't know more about them? Like if you live in a town full of criminals and for some reason you wanna join a gang and the leader of it is handsome as hell but he's known of beating people to death on daily basis if necessary, is known as cold and incapable of love and people think he'd sacrifice anyone for his own profit, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't approach him for his looks alone. You would probably be intimidated first and you'd learn to respect him quickly and do your job. If he's not some lewd boss, he probably wouldn't approach you for your looks alone either.

We readers know how Kaz is, we know about his traumas and his insecurities. But if you really were a Grishaverse character and met Kaz for the first time, I doubt you would be like 🤤🤤🤤 right away… you don't even know him behind Dirtyhands. Your neighbor told that her friend's dog's friend's cousin's owner's sibling's best friend's brother had his hand severed because he had a debt unpaid and Dirtyhands got tired of waiting. You've learned to be afraid of him.

And still people write fics like where reader just casually met him because he was struck by reader's beauty and went to buy flowers from her just so he could talk to her.

Who is this, Kaz Rietveld? Pin Hawthorne?

I hope people would make more in character content for Kaz 😭 Some people who have requested OOC Kaz stuff and I've turned them down, they've come back like "in case you don't know, TRAUMA CAN BE BEATEN!!!" and yes, it can, but it doesn't happen in just a few days??? Kaz's trauma would easily take years to heal. Even longer without therapy. Power of Love isn't the only thing that can help him. It's good to have a support net around him but it isn't the only thing that can heal him. Even holding hands with Inej took such a long time (and it was behind a small struggle with him then too, he stiffened at first when Inej touched him lightly before he clasped their hands), it's frustrating when writers make Kaz make out or even fuck with the reader after just a month or two because somehow reader is the Magic Girl whose touch has never bothered Kaz, they didn't need any training or anything because reader is just so ✨special✨. Like no, please don't do that.

I'm bothered btw, I just told my friend about this in my answer to an ask but I was bored a few days ago and browsed my new followers blogs and like??? 8/10 of them were completely empty and 2 didn't have any fanfic reblogs, just some memes. And another observation, I'm fairly certain that I'll never hear from those people again in any form, which leads me into a conclusion that they read my stuff and move onto the next one without reacting in any way. 90% of my followers are like that, it's actually a pleasant surprise when someone new follows and becomes a regular in my notes, even as just a liker. Most just follow, maybe read some of our stuff and don't do anything else?? I'm shy to reach out to new people myself especially if a moot of my moots follows me but I do it eventually when I see a fic from them I enjoy reading. And lately I've tried to practice reaching out to non-moots too. Got a friend that way recently. But yeah people who just follow us, consume out content but do NOTHING else anger me even more than the ones who like our stuff but never reblog or comment.

yeah, i'd say that it's definitely frustrating to see people's takes on the same characters. again, as writers we have the ability to write whatever we want, but you also have a duty to the character, in a sense. i feel like it's kind of like defamation if not- you wouldn't want someone writing about you and making you out to seem like a different person than you are, so why not extend the same courtesy to the characters?

#not writing

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sociallyawkwardfoxwriter · 4 years ago

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A long while ago, someone sent in an ask about Caduceus thinking Caleb was a cat that was changed into a person, would you mind writing a little blerp about that? Because honestly that’s cute and the mental image of Fjord trying to figure out Caduceus’s reasoning is amazing

Ahhhh, the return of Catleb. To be fair to Caduceus, I think we’ve all had the thought a some point.

Enjoy!

"Run that by me one more time." While he was fairly certain he heard Caduceus correctly, the combination of words seemed too outrageous to be correct. "I promise I was listening. I just... One more time."

"Caleb used to be a cat."

"Did he tell you that?"

"No. Do you not see it?"

"I can't say that I do. Is there a particular reason you reached that conclusion?"

"He loves cats."

"Lots of people love cats. I mean, I've never met someone that loves cats as much as Caleb, but I don't see how that translates to him previously being a cat."

"He has cat based spells that I have never seen anyone else use. His familiar is a cat. He drinks catnip tea."

"He drinks catnip tea?"

"I've made him some every night this week."

After taking a moment to process, he fought the urge to rub at his temples. "Is there any other reason you have for believing Caleb used to be a cat?"

"His sleeping habits. I found him curled up by the fireplace in the middle of the day yesterday."

"I'm pretty sure that's just because of his insomnia."

"Do you think he would tell you? The two of you are very close."

"You want me to ask Caleb if he used to be a cat?"

"It is the only way to know for certain."

"I'll ask."

"That's very kind of you. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Duceus. I'll go do it right now."

With his thoughts still reeling, he headed down from the roof of the house to the library where he knew Caleb would be holed up. He expected to find him in the middle of one of the heavy tomes he brought back from Essek's the previous night. Instead, he found him curled up in one of the plush armchairs with Frumpkin on his lap and a blanket swamping him. Pressing a kiss to the top of his head caused him to stir for a moment, then blinked sleepy blue eyes open.

"Hello there."

"Hello, sorry for interrupting your nap."

"It's okay." A hand reached out of the blanket to scratch at the back of Fjord's head. "Did you need something?"

"Nothing pressing."

"But you do need something."

"Caduceus asked me to ask you a question."

The low hum that rumbled out of Caleb's chest had a hint of humor to it. "Did he now?"

"It sounds like you know what he asked me."

"Maybe."

"Don't make me ask."

"I'm not." The fingers cradling the back of his head gave playful scratch. "Caduceus is."

"Were you a cat before becoming a real boy?"

"As much as I wish I could say yes, that is not the case."

"Why do you drink catnip tea?"

Soft laughter slipped from Caleb's lips that Fjord couldn't resist smiling in response to. "Caduceus told you about that?"

"It was on his list of reasons you were definitely a cat in the past."

"It's a pain reliever. You should try it sometime, especially when your scar is hurting you. It will help."

"Duly noted."

"It also gets Frumpkin high as shit. I'll show you next time Caduceus makes it."

"There it is." With a fond roll of his eyes, he leaned down to press a quick kiss to Caleb's forehead. "Thank you for the answer. I'll let you get back to your nap. I've got to go ruin the illusion for Cad."

"You're welcome to join me when you're done. I'll be in my room."

"I will absolutely meet you there."

#anon #critical role #wild bros #widofjord #fjord #caduceus clay #caleb widogast #catleb #fluff #prompt fill #fanfic

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cadopan · 3 years ago

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I just read the conversation about Arsenal and English bias. Gotta say though, I'm not surprised, but I am surprised anyone would question them having a bias like that? Arsenal is an English club first and foremost. It's natural that they are most supportive of the home country. And England is generally more patriotic about football than they are about soldiers LOL. It's also no coincidence that they'd be on the England hype train when Arsenal golden girl Leah is captain of England, and Arsenal's most likely player of the season Beth is scoring hattricks for fun at England as well.

Generally I like Arsenal's social media because i enjoy the admin's humour. This season it's a bit disappointing that we don't get alot of the online quiz content or player challenges like we did last season but it's probably because the girls are so much busier being involved in multiple cups/leagues. (also no Lisa at Arsenal so very little weplaystrong content)

To be fair they did post about Asian Cup stuff but probably not as much as I would have liked particularly beyond the Aussies. Think once Mana was out of the early games for Japan it's like they forgot Japan was still in it or something unfortunately 🤷🏽‍♀️

Oh yeah, for sure. Arsenal's English bias is blatant as day. Largely I have no issues nor do I question the basis of why they're naturally like that, it's fairly obvious as you rightly pointed out.

I just wish they'd be a bit more even and "fair" across the board with the support they show individual players. Like yesterday, Manu, Laura, Viki (I'll count her too even tho she's on loan at Spursy) and Noelle were all playing too — against each other no less! — but not a peep about them. Of course I understand that certain players are more marketable and will drum up interest, but it's just not very nice to see (from my perspective, personally). But I'll stop here bc this could morph into a whole issue about marketing of footballers haha.

Yea, I'm fairly okay with the Arsenal social media too. But like I've said before I can freely admit that some other clubs that I follow do a better job imo. Oh yeah I miss last season's vlogs, the vibe is clearly different without Lisa too 😢 although it's understandable since it's like a whole new era now and I still enjoy them nonetheless.

I was fine that they totally forgot about Mana while she was out with Covid but Japan qualifying for the World Cup or her starting in the semi-final match were pretty significant things... The way this will be so different come the Euros (basically the equivalent of Asian Cup) lol 🤡

#answers #arsenal wfc

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thatcatangelwriter · 4 years ago

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Our queen's music haunts these halls : Part 2

AN : It's finally done ! I'm really happy this story is over with since i have other wips i'm really excited to work on.

Summary : It has been a few years since the end of the war and Adora wants to ask Glimmer something.

[Previous] Ao3

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A few years later, Adora was in her and Glimmer's room. Adora and Glimmer were both twenty-two and twenty-one years old and had been dating for about four years. After being together for so long Adora had been thinking about popping the big question.

Now there was a bit of a problem she had no idea how. She knew she wanted it to be special,something they both could look back on too. She had been laying in bed for some time brainstorming ideas and so far she had nothing.

It was frustrating her to no end. "Come on ! There has to be something !" she sighed a defeated look on her face. Scorpia who had come to visit with Perfuma slightly tilted her head "Well are there any traditions that you know of ? Didn't you go to Bow's dad to research First Ones ? Was there anything there ?" Adora sighed "Yeah but i already knew most of it." Scorpia raised an eyebrow "Really ?" "Yeah First Ones propose with necklaces which they often craft themselves."

Scorpia nodded in understanding "So are you going to craft yours ?" "Yeah i will"

Now crafting the necklace on it's own could take some time. Designing it,getting all the materials and then making it. It was quite the process. Adora already had a pretty good idea of what she wanted the necklace to look like. That still didn't fix her main dilemma sadly. She knew what she was going to propose with but still had no idea how.

Sensing her annoyance Scorpia suggested "How about going the traditional way ? Or just going simple ? We both know Glimmer will say yes either way."

Adora groaned " I just want it to be special, something we both could look back on." There was a bit of silence. Adora shot up which took Scorpia off guard "Did you say traditional ?" Scorpia was a bit weirded out by the sudden question "Hum..yeah ?" Adora's eyes lit up " I think i know what i'm going to do !" Scorpia smiled "Really ?"

Adora nodded "Yep !" she got off the bed "You know Angella taught me how to play piano right ? " Scorpia raised an eyebrow wondering where she was going with this "Yes..?" her friend then went on "Well she taught me this song that is used to propose to nobles so maybe i could do that ?"

Adora was pretty sure stars formed in Scorpia's eyes " Awww ! That's adorable ! Glimmer will absolutely love it !" And with that Adora knew she had struck gold. She then left the room but then something crossed Scorpia's mind "Wait a minute !" Adora turned around at the sound of her voice "What ?" "Shouldn't you get Micah's blessing first ?" she gasped her friend was right "Oh my god ! How could I forget ! I better do that first ! '' and off they went.

Now their main objective was to find Micah. They hadn't seen him since yesterday so they had no idea where he was. There was a good chance he was with Glimmer at her office. Adora hoped that wasn't the case. She wanted to ask him Glimmer's hand in marriage and if she was there it would ruin the surprise.

There was also a high chance he was in his own office,the library or in the gardens. They were closer to the library's location so they might as well start there. While they were on their way with hopes of finding Micah, they ran into Bow.

Adora greeted him as Scorpia hugged him "Hi Bow!" he smiled "Hey guys ! How are you guys doing ?" "Good but i want to ask you something"

He blinked before smiling saying "Sure ! What do you want ?" "Do you know where Micah is ?" Scorpia then added "Adora needs to ask him something. It's really important."

He thought for a moment "Actually i saw him in the hall not too long ago. He said he was going to the gardens so he's probably there by now" Adora and Scorpia looked at each other smiling "Thanks !"

Bow slightly tilted his head noticing their excitement " Your welcome ! What do you even need to ask him anyways ? It seems like a pretty big deal" Adora and Scorpia shot each other a look "Well it is a big deal. We will talk to you about it later." He raised an eyebrow even more confused "Okay...see you later" "See ya !" spoke the warrior as she walked past him on her way to the gardens.

Micah was happily drinking tea and admiring the gorgeous view outside. With the sun out, the beautiful flowers and the colorful chirping birds. He smiled at the view. Meanwhile, Adora had finally made it at the gardens with Scorpia waiting near the door frame. She looked around in search of Micah. She then saw him drinking tea at a table.

She went to him. When he noticed her presence he was shocked. Normally, the host of She Ra was busy working with the guards at this hour. "Adora ? What a surprise ! Aren't you supposed to be working at this hour ?"

"Well I took the day off" His eyes widened and Adora stifled a laugh at his face. His reaction was pretty understandable. She wasn't one to take breaks let alone complete days off.

He took a quick sip of his tea before placing the cup down on the table. "I see...Well then what's going on ?" clearly something must have been going on if she took the day off.

She rubbed her neck a bit uneasy by what she was planning to ask him. She took a deep breath "Well i wanted to ask you something" he blinked at her words a curious look dawning on his face as he took another sip of tea "Well go ahead !" she gulped "I wanted to know if i could have Glimmer's hand in marriage"

The king's teacup fell to the ground after he registered her words which made internally panic. He took a quick look at the now broken cup on the ground before turning to look at Adora,mouth agape. "Are you asking me to give you my blessing ?" She gulped "Hum...yes ?"

He didn't say anything for like a few seconds which made Adora nervous. He then placed both of his hands on her shoulders looking at her deep in the eyes "Take care of her" Her eyes widened before she spoke "I will" and with that she went inside.

Scorpia was still at the door waiting for her. She excitedly came next to her when she arrived. "So what did he say ?" Adora was silent for a few seconds. "He told me to take care of her." She opened the door to her office settling down at her desk pen and paper in front of her.

Now she had to make a basic sketch of the betrothal necklace. She already had an idea of what she wanted it to look like. A sun accompanied by a crescent moon. Scorpia happily watched her sketch and when she was done her eyes were filled with excitement. "That looks really good ! I can't wait to see the final result." Adora smiled at her "Thanks !" She was pretty happy with the final result. Now she just had to get all the materials needed to make it. Someone knocked on the door.

Adora wondered who it was. She hoped it wasn't Glimmer because as much as she loved seeing her this was not a good time. She hesitantly called out "Come in" Bow came in immediately noticing the sheet of paper in Adora's hand. He pointed his finger at it "Hey, what's that ?"

Adora and Scorpia looked at the sheet awkwardly "Huhhh...it's a sketch" he tilted his head curious " A sketch ? What is it ? Can i see it ?" She shyly brought it up to him. His eyes widened in shock. His dads being historians knew quite a lot about First Ones culture and they talked about it a lot when they came to visit so he knew what this sketch was representing. His mouth got wide which made Adora nervous.

He stared at her "Is that a..?" she nodded. Then it dawned on him "So what you wanted to ask Micah was.." " His blessing" finished Adora. His eyes lit up as he tightly hugged the girl "awww!!! Adora and Glimmer are gonna get married !!" she laughed at his words " Slow down a bit ! I haven't even asked her yet"

Bow's eyes were filled with excitement "Still ! This is a pretty big step you are taking ! So, how are you gonna pop the question ? Have you decided ?"

Scorpia chimed in "She has, she's going to do the proposal song well after she makes the finalized necklace."

Her words if anything, only got Bow more excited stars forming in his eyes awwing. Adora took a look at the sheet of paper before placing it down saying "Well i should get all the materials needed for my necklace."

As she was on her way out of the room something dawned on Bow "Wait…" he called her name " Adora ! I need to ask you something !" She raised an eyebrow "Huh sure go ahead." "Did Angella teach you the proposal song ?" "Yeah she did" she was a bit confused. Where was he going with this ? She was about to ask him that but didn't when she saw tears forming in eyes. He looked at her "Do you know what this means ?"

She only got more confused and judging by her face Scorpia was just as confused as she was. "Hum..the fact that the song is gonna take alot of effort to pull off ?" she wasn't wrong but that wasn't what he was trying to say here "True but that's not the point i'm trying to make here" Ok she was even more confused than she was before.

Scorpia spoke up sounding just as confused as she was "Hum that she wants to marry Glimmer and spend the rest of her life with her ? I'm quite certain that's fairly obvious at this point." Adora nodded in agreement. Bow just decided to get straight to the point and get it over with.

"It means that Angella knew you two would be together all along and not only that you had her blessing since the very beginning."

Adora froze as she connected the dots in her mind. Her shock then became happiness as she spoke "Yeah..looks like she did." She didn't notice that tears had fallen from her eyes until Scorpia asked "Adora are you ok ? You're crying" Bow placed his hand on her shoulder.

Adora wiped her tears away "No i'm alright it's just..a lot to take in" Bow hugged her and when he let go they all smiled and left the room they had a proposal to plan.

Adora already knew where to get all the materials needed. George and Lance's house. With them being historians fascinated by First One culture they possessed an enormous amount of artefacts and what not.

Some time later, they had made it at their destination. George and Lance were rather surprised to see them "Adora ? Bow ? Scorpia ? What a nice surprise !" Spoke Lance "What brings you three here ?" asked George. The three friends hugged them before Adora spoke up "Actually i need a couple of First One materials" Both men raised an eyebrow "Really what for ?"

"Well I'm planning to propose to Glimmer soon and I want to make a betrothal necklace for her and I know you too have what I need to make it." Their eyes got wide "You're going to propose to Glimmer ? Congrats !" Lance added "We have everything you need. Let me get them." he then left the room.

George took a sip of his tea "Why don't you all come and sit down." So they did and they all found themselves in pleasant conversations but George brought up something that was on his mind "So Adora, tell me about that upcoming proposal you're planning" "Hum...it's nothing much really. I'm just going to play the proposal song for her."

"Really ?" spoke Lance who had just returned with a big box filled with shiny looking materials "Well now we know for sure that Glimmer's going to love it. She always enjoys it when you play piano." He placed the box on the table.

Adora got up taking a look at the contents inside of it. She pulled out a couple items all while looking at them very closely. Eventually she found all the materials she needed. They stayed there for a bit before biding their goodbyes.

When they make it back home Adora retreats to her office while Scorpia goes to see Perfuma and Bow to his room. Adora then spent the rest of the day making the necklace. When she was finally done she was happy with the final results. She gently put it in her pocket before deciding to go to her and Glimmer's room.

When she arrived, Glimmer was in bed, reading a book.The queen's eyes lit up noticing her lover's presence "Adora ! Where were you ? I barely saw you today." Adora chuckled, giving the queen a kiss on the forehead "Hum..i was at George and Lance's place" Her girlfriend raised an eyebrow " You were with Bow's Dads ? Why ?" Adora stuttered not knowing what to say "Hum..they...huh wanted me to help them translate First Ones writings." "Oh"

They didn't say anything for a while just enjoying being in each other's arms. Adora kept thinking about the proposal. Looking at her lover she couldn't help wanting it to be perfect. After all she went through it was the least she deserved. Adora was going to make sure it ends up being perfect and with that they spent the rest of the afternoon together.

The next day, Adora goes back to her office. Now she had to work on the infamous proposal song which meant adding lyrics to it first. This could take quite some time to do. She rarely wrote songs let alone happy ones. She mostly wrote them to cope with the war. Not only that, she also had a pretty busy schedule so she couldn't really devote a lot of her time to it.

However, in this case the melody was already made so it would be much easier. Or so she thought. She quickly found herself staring at an empty sheet of paper for more than 30 minutes. She banged her head in frustration and groaned. She heard a knock on the door she groaned some more before saying "Come in"

Bow and Scorpia came in but took a small step back seeing Adora face planted on her desk muffled sounds of frustration coming from her. They cringed at the state of their friend shooting each other a worried look "Hum.. are you okay ?" Adora removed her face from her desk "I'm fine just a bit worked up." Scorpia tilted her head in confusion asking "Worked up ? Over what ?"

Adora sighed, now sitting properly, an exhausted look on her face " The song isn't doing so well right now. I have been staring at an empty sheet of paper for I don't know how long." Bow went next to her "Oh, you don't have to beat yourself up about it so badly. You can take all the time you need." Scorpia nodded at his words "Yeah ! Don't pressure yourself too much !"

Adora pouted "Yeah i get that..it's just.." she trailed off sighing "It's just i want it to be perfect. Something that expresses how I feel about her and how she makes me feel." Bow nodded in understanding "Well then how does she make you feel ?" Adora paused for a bit trying to articulate her thoughts "She makes me feel so special, loved and safe. Like I'm worth more than what I was led to believe for most of my life. She could have anyone, anybody she wants and yet..it's me." Scorpia had tears in her eyes as Adora spoke.

Adora then went on "From her point of view it looks like I'm really something special." Bow awed at her "That's so adorable !" Adora blushed at his words but then something struck inside of her "Bow and Scorpia can you please leave ?" she smirked continuing "I think i know what the lyrics are gonna be." they both nod and leave.

Adora turned to the empty sheet of paper, pen in hand, ready to write. Her mind was bursting with creativity as she wrote down word after word. Some time passed, and she was done doing the lyrics quite liking how it turned out in the end. Now she wanted to show it to Micha,Bow and Scorpia to see what they thought about it. They were probably in the gardens gushing about her plan. So that's where she headed to.

When she stepped a foot outside she found Scorpia,Bow and Micah chatting over tea. When they noticed she was there they greeted her with warm and welcoming smiles. "Adora ! Bow and Scorpia were just telling me about how you were going to propose to Glimmer. I must say it will definitely catch her off guard." she smiled "You really think so ? Thanks ! About that I finished making the lyrics and I wanted to know what you all thought about it." she gave them the sheet.

They all started reading as Adora nervously tapped her foot on the ground. An approving smile had formed on their faces making Adora relax. "This is great ! It fits you guys perfectly ! spoke Bow grinning ear to ear Micah nodded in agreement adding "Truly it's very sweet. Glimmer's going to love it." a giant smile crossed her face "Thanks !" and with that she went off to practice it.

Four months later at the rebellion's annual reunion, Adora was freaking out. Despite the fact that she had relentlessly practiced the song, her blood pressure was off the roof. No matter what Bow, Scorpia and Micah did or say nothing seemed to calmed down her nerves. While Adora tried her darnest best to hide it, the rest of her friends including Glimmer had noticed that something was off about her. When they asked her if something was wrong she denied it saying that she was fine.

After some time they let it go even though they would give her weird looks every now and then. However when Glimmer looked at her, a worried expression written all over her face more than a number of times, Adora decided to get it over with. She shot a look at Bow,Micah and Scopia and they understood; it was time.

She got up which caught the attention of her friends and her girlfriend. She gave her her hand to take saying "Glimmer, come with me" Glimmer had a confused look on her face. What was this all about ? She shrugged following Adora out of the room as did everyone else. Their friends started whispering between them "What's this all about ?" whispered Mermista "I don't know" replied Frosta.

Adora led them outside in the gardens who had gotten quite the makeover for what was coming up. There was a beautiful path ornate with flowers , lanterns and just gorgeous lights all around. What stood out was Queen Angella's piano at the end of said path. When they reached it Adora turned her attention to Glimmer "I'm going to play you something very special" Glimmer was still rather confused by all of this. It was obvious by Adora's body language that she was nervous. Her lover had played the piano for her countless times before so this was strange.

Adora seated herself, as she played the first couple of notes, she heard multiple gasps from behind her as well whispering. She then started singing which caught her friends off guard.

It's like you got superpowers

Turn my minutes into hours

You got more than 20-20, babe

Made of glass the way you see through me

They never heard her sing before, not even Glimmer. Her voice was gorgeous.

You know me better than I do

Can't seem to keep nothing from you

How you touch my soul from the outside?

Permeate my ego and my pride

Everyone was getting quite emotional as she went on. Bow leaned himself closer to Micah whispering "Looks like all that hard work paid off" the sorcerer smiled "It sure did."

I wanna love me (ooh)

The way that you love me (ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me (trust me)

The way that you trust me (trust me)

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view

Needless to say, Glimmer was absolutely mesmerized by Adora's voice. When she imagined Adora proposing she certainly didn't expect her going the "traditional" way. It had been quite some time since any noble had done this. She was surprised Adora even knew this tradition was even a thing. Adora sang the final line and played the final note.

She got up and took Glimmer's hands in hers eyes conveying nothing but love.

"Glimmer...where am i even supposed to begin ? What can I say that I haven't already ? I love you, I always and I always will. You are the only person I ever wanted, the only person I need. I want to be the sun to your moon more than anything else." she got down on one knee taking the betrothal necklace from her pocket "Glimmer, will you marry me ?"

Glimmer choked out a "yes" as their friends filmed behind them. Adora smiled putting the betrothal necklace on her now fiance's neck taking her lips in hers as everyone cheered. Glimmer pulled a way saying " I love you Adora" the blonde haired girl smiled "I love you too"

#angel writes #my writing #she ra #spop #adora #bow #scorpia #micah #glimmer #mermista #frosta #perfuma #queen angella #multichapter #glimmadora #fluff

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confusedmocha · 3 years ago

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Journal Entry #0210523 Regarding a Graduation Party, a Breakup, and a Vaccine. Entry recorded 5/23/21 Written statement by Mocha Entry Begins I find it odd that the 'interesting' things usually happen to people I know instead of me directly. It doesn't help that I tend to live vicariously through people. I need to get my own life, honestly. To start off, I finally got the COVID Vaccine. Pfizer, first dose a few days ago! I go back in three weeks to get my second and final dose, and then I'm immunized! Woo! I'd heard that it would make my arm ache all through the second day, but really it only ached for, oh, about 4-5 hours. And I barely felt the ache, honestly. Only when I strained that arm. Beyond that, no headaches, no fevers, no side-effects. I mean, I was a bit gassy that day, but that happens pretty regularly for me, so I'm fairly certain that was my body just hating me. Again. I also attended a graduation party for my friend Alan. Yesterday, in fact. I was surprised, to be honest, because in all the time I've known the man, his report cards have looked like a list of pornstar cup sizes. Ds, Ds, Fs, more Ds. He got Cs once or twice. But he managed to pull it off, and even did a decent job of it. Wasn't even a 'barely passed', it was a full pass. What's funny is he was doing some work in his senior year for Biden's campaign office (he doesn't like Biden much. I disagree, but whatever, right?), and the funny fucks we are, me and his family like to say that 'Daddy Biden' paid off his school to get him his diploma. He doesn't seem to find it as funny as we do. I'm just imagining Biden sitting at his desk, signing a check to a random private school like 'Yeah, this'll piss that kid off real good.' I'm cackling. And now for the. . . well, the nicest way to describe it is the 'interesting incident'. A great friend of mine was recently dumped by her girlfriend, over text (coward), saying that she was, apparently, 'restrictive and controlling'. Keep in mind that this woman is one of the most accommodating and kindest individuals I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. She always goes out of her way to make sure everyone is happy, she makes sure everyone else is having a good time and puts other people first, even before herself, to the point I wish she'd give herself the same love she gives others. She is, quite honestly, a saint. So when I saw the screenshot of the text saying she was 'controlling', I reacted predictably - calm, collected, and rational. For about two seconds. If I didn't have godly levels of self control, I likely would have gone straight to that bitch and given her a piece of my mind. And probably have committed several felonies along the way. But I had a think about it, and I decided it wasn't worth my time. What was worth my time was burning down their house on our private minecraft server, at the request of my friend. Off the record, of course. On the record, I take full responsibility for the idea and the execution of that grief. It made a lovely lava cast. Some of my best work, to be honest. It was very satisfying to watch burn. Still considering sending her a package filled with dog shite, but I probably won't. I think I've made my point. Entry Ends.

#journal #journal entry #breakup #revenge #the audacity #i swear #toxic relationship #graduation #graduation party #class of 2021 #well done Alan #covid19 #covid vaccine #vaccines and immunisation #get your shots #fuck #elias bouchard is a bitch boi btw #just saying

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unending-happiness · 7 years ago

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I'm fairly new to this fandom. There has been so much drama going on, and it kind of worries me that a fandom is so divided. In the past, has the drama ever gotten so bad that certain blogs have been targeted? I've been a part of some fandoms where that has happened.

Hi Nonnie! Welcome! I’m guessing when you say “fandom” that you mean Shadowhunters in general and not just Malec fans, but I’m not sure. Full disclosure, I like to be honest and use lots of words, so lotsa words coming at ya. The truth is that there is no easy answer to this question. I’ll tell you what I know about fandom and drama from my own experience. I’ve been here about a year. I’ll answer this in three parts. (right?! I’m ridiculous)

First: Drama

*sighs* There is ALWAYS drama. Drama Here. Drama In other fandoms. (Which it sounds like you know well) Drama in real life. I know it varies and I have heard some say that SH is way drama heavy while others have said that other fandoms were equal to or worse. Drama happens. People tend to be opinionated. A lot of the time they put stuff out there without thinking of what others will feel about it. People often lack empathy, especially online. My advice on drama both on Tumblr and in life and what I tell my children is this:

You do NOT have to participate in drama. You don’t have to take the bait of someone talking about your favorite character, ship or actor. You don’t have to answer that vile anon. You don’t have to even see any of it. You can unfollow, block, blacklist, whatever it is that you need to do to avoid drama if you so desire. You do not have to give weight and power to negativity. You don’t have to give it oxygen or space.

That being said, drama and discourse are two different things. I find that I enjoy respectable, well thought out discourse, and so I follow some blogs who are opinionated and I like reading their opinions on how the show could have done some things better, or their character metas. It’s no surprise that a lot of these blogs are writers. Writers, by-in-large, are people who think critically and are careful and measured with their words, because they know the weight and power words can have. Some people don’t like discourse at all, which is fine, so I try to tag mine so it can be avoided if people don’t want to see it. I find that even if I’m not participating in the latest heated argument, I am generally curious and at least want to know why people are carrying on. So I will look things up and see what they are saying.

For example - yesterday I could see a few people on my dash talking Dom and his Malec comments (intelligently and calmly), but I didn’t know what it was really about, so I wanted read Dom’s interview quotes again. So, (as usually is the case) I knew something was going on, but I saw no real hate or drama on my dash. I searched Dom’s tag looking for his original interview to see what his actual words were. And……I got exactly 4 disgusting posts in before I hit the close button, retreated back to my turtle shell and just messaged a sweet friend asking if she had the interview. So I do SEE it. I know it’s there, but as far as drama on my dash there is pretty much zero. Discourse, about 10%, because I enjoy a good discussion. And what I see I go looking for. Sometimes my curiousity makes my life difficult. But that was my CHOICE to go looking. It’s largely about choices. I choose to follow amazing, kind, sweet, artistic, talented, joyful, loving people. Many of those have followed me back. And my fandom experience is wonderful because of it.

Second: Targeting

I know much less about this than I do about fandom drama. The very definition of targeting is

a person, object, or place selected as the aim of an attack.

I suppose, based on that definition that, yes, I guess I have in fact seen people targeted in this fandom. Humans can be absolutely terrible and so full of hate. And the SH isn’t in a protective bubble. So, while I have never felt targeted myself, but I have seen my mutuals experience this. Others have indeed selected them to be on the receiving end of their hateful words. Now, what I have seen wasn’t a whole bunch of people attacking one person. It was just one or two attacking one or two. But even that has been very uncommon in my experience. And I don’t know if that is just because of the people I follow or if that is the case with the fandom as a whole. I tend to believe it’s the latter, only because I follow such a wide range of SH blogs with many different personalities, and still don’t see it.

In general the correlation I notice is that the more opinionated you are as a blog and the more discourse you put out, the more opinions you get back. These opinions are frequently in the form of anon asks. The larger blogs also get more nastiness sent their way, because they have a larger audience. I feel like all of this is to be expected.

I’ve had friends delete hateful asks without answering and I’ve had some answer them eloquently and with much more tact and respect than the person doing the attacking deserved. I’ve even known a few who have had turned anon asks off because off temporarily because people were saying terrible things. It all varies based on what the person running the blog can and chooses to do. I’ve followed blogs who get hate spewed their way because they love and defend a certain character, so “fans” of the other character will say nasty things. But, in all of these cases, the hate of a few is largely overpowered by the love of many. All of these people have wonderful friends and people who defend them, support them, and help them. And it is largely diffused because of how they choose to respond.

Have I seen people attack others? Yes. There are some who will attack others simply because they can. They don’t even need a reason. And is there ever a valid reason for hate anyway? No. Definitely not. And people love the “my thing is better than your thing” drama. Or “your thing is problematic” drama. Do I have strong opinions about my ship? Sure. But I don’t need to hurl them at every person who believes differently. It isn’t necessary or productive. I know nobody could change my mind about my ship, so why would I try to change the opinion of others? Why would I want to?

I personally, have not seen any extreme cases of targeting. Anytime I’ve seen someone get hate, I’ve also seen many come to their defense, and it’s made me proud to be in this fandom. I have heard about extreme targeting happening with blogs who ship a certain less popular ship, but, I also follow blogs who ship this ship and they seem to have lovely friends and a great support system and I haven’t seen them be attacked. I don’t have much personal experience with this, so it’s hard to answer, but it is my experience that you tend to get back what you put out. If you are confrontational and attack others, then yes, you will get attacked. If you like discourse, you will get discourse. If you wanna just sit on a fluffy marshmallow all day and die of fluff and feels, then you will die of sugary sweetness. I prefer Death by Daddario and Mauled by Malec and I get it daily. It’s fantastic!

THIRD: Tips for a positive fandom experience

This is what I do to make my fandom experience positive. I like kind people. They are my jam. I want nice asks, Tumblr hugs, endless beautiful photos of Matt in my inbox, art and fics from sweet and talented people, all the yelling about Malec greatness, people who support each other, intelligent discussion, empathetic humans.

Full disclosure: I get emotional. I have opinions. I am a serious Malec shipper. I’m on the board of the Alec/Matt Protection Squad. I speak fluent sarcasm. And because of this I’ve gotten the occasionally salty anon. Salt returned. Fair enough. I do make mistakes and I am sure I’ve upset someone before. I also apply this same standard to my friends. I know they aren’t going to be perfect.I know they will have bad days and have a raw emotional response occasionally. They are human and I expect this. Fandom has been a learning curve. But, I try really really hard to be positive and kind. Some hopefully helpful tips.

-Don’t follow just anyone. If I think I might want to follow them, I’ll scroll pretty far down on their blog to see what they post/reblog. If I see hate or negativity, then I’m out of there. I give it 2 posts. If I see even 2 in 50, then I don’t want to be there.

-It’s ok to unfollow anyone. If I do follow someone and I see them posting things hating on other people, ships, actors, whatever it may be. (not discussions, just words meant to hurt people) then I usually give it about 3 times, and I unfollow. No big deal. I don’t want to see it so I don’t see it. I don’t care if it’s a large blog or a small one or who the person is. It isn’t personal. And NO it is not my responsibility to try and correct the bad behavior of every person who ships the same couple I do. I don’t like when people say that you have a responsibilty to do that. You don’t. I’ll do my part by spreading positivity and light.

-Block anyone who makes you feel unsafe. If I see a person attacking someone on a post or their blog, whatever it may be, I immediately block them as a preventative measure.

-Blacklist anyone/anything. There are times within the fandom that discourse gets to even me,especially if it’s one of the characters I love, So for instance, if a character I love is being heavily criticized after an episode, I will just blacklist either the people saying the things or the relevant tag for a bit. Tumblr savior is your friend. Use it.

-Keep scrolling. My first reaction to anything that pisses me off or upsets me is to keep scrolling. I don’t need to chime in. I don’t need to start an argument. That person can put whatever they want on their blog and so I Alec level eye roll that shit and move on with my day.

-Talk to trusted friends. If a post just eats at me and I need to discuss it, then i’ll send it to a friend I love and trust. We will discuss it, go back and forth on it, she will talk me down from the “but I really want to set this person straight ledge” and we move on with our days. (my poor bestie is an angel). Amazing friends are so helpful in fandom.

-Think. Before I reblog ANYTHING, I try to think of how it will make my followers feel. If they ship a certain ship or like a certain character, and I post this how will they feel about it. If I think it’ll make someone feel upset or alienated, I scroll on by. If I like and appreciate the humor, sarcasm, sentiment, but I’m a little torn about reblogging it and not sure how people will take it, then I’ll just like it and not reblog.

-Extra think. Same but extra gets applied to posting something of my own. I think about every way that anyone can take it or be hurt by it. And I also think of how I’ll respond if someone reacts badly. I think about my wording, people of other ships, etc. This is original content you are putting out into the world that will get reblogged. You can never get rid of it once it’s out there. Every. Single. Time. that I have said “this will probably get me a salty anon” it has. Every time. I know before I even put something out there what it will most likely bring back. In those cases I have felt that me expressing my opinion on that matter was worth the salty anons. And I’ve never regretted one. I tend to be very sarcastic and opinionated in my tags, because most likely the only people seeing those are my followers and if people follow me they know how I am and they also know where the unfollow button is, so that’s more of a safe space. But, I have gotten anons who specifically referenced my salty tags.

-Respond carefully. Speaking of salty anons.(I’ve never gotten hate, thankfully) Yeah, you could think of it as this person is coming to your door and being confrontational about what you put on your own damn blog and they are hiding behind anonymity to boot, so really I should be able to say whatever I want back. Right?! No. I push that feeling down and I respond very carefully. I consider their opinion and their pov. I always tell them I have done as much. I stand by my original opinion, which is easy because I’ve thought it through before I posted, and I am understanding, and tell them that it’s ok if they disagree with me. I do this especially if I think they are trying to bait me. Thanks but no thanks. I’m not about that. I am so extra about this that I have my beta bestie read through a lot of my responses to anons before I post them. Just to be sure I’m not missing anything and I’m giving off the sentiment I want to give off. This formula is pretty good because I’ve never gotten a “level-up” on angry from an anon yet. (knock on wood) I think most often they really just want you to know they were irritated and that you upset them. It’s cool. Message received.

-Tag spoilers and discourse. Maybe not always, but I try really hard. This helps so much. People may follow you but not be able to stand discourse.

-Flood negative with positive. If someone is being mean to someone I follow I block the meanie, and then I yell nice things at the person being attacked. I also send them a sweet ask. I often will also send them a message with support. Light drives out dark. Period. I don’t address the hateful person directly. I do this with the cast and their s/o as well when they get hate. I just send them nice things. It’s easy. Don’t feed the trolls. It only makes them bigger and more angry.

-Spread love. If you love someone’s fic–tell them. If you love someone’s art–tell them. Reblog the shit out of that with nice tags. If someone’s tags make you happy–tell them. If you think someone is sweet–tell them. Anything nice that goes through your brain. SAY IT LOUD. I cannot stress this enough. If you are shy, just do it on anon. People appreciate that. Love wins, always.

-Surround yourself with good people. This is the most important thing for a good fandom experience. I have some of the very best friends I’ve ever had in my life because of this fandom. They are amazing people. Some of us are very different and I don’t always agree with them, but I do agree with their methods, their kindness and generosity, with their love and support.

SO, anon. I’m sure you are probably like, wtf is this?! I never asked for a damn novel, crazy!!! And so I’m sorry for this stupid long response. But, this isn’t an easy answer. And I can’t tell you about darkness without telling you how to drive it away. This is all stuff that people around me helped me do when I first started my blog and it’s been such a help.

I hope this helps and please feel free to send me any more questions you have. Also, I would be more than happy to rec you some positive and kind blogs, if you wish. I follow a lot of Malec, and I’m not sure if you are a Malec fan or not, so I’m not doing that now. But if you tell me what kind of blogs might interest you, I would be happy to rec some! Thanks for asking. I hope you have a beautiful day. I hope your experience in this fandom is fun and wonderful and you don’t get dragged down by the bad side. The good side is so so so so great. Totally worth navigating the shit storms imo. Welcome. I LOVE THIS FANDOM.

#anon #asks #answers #long post #thanks nonnie #i hope this helps #welcome to the fandom!#let me know if I can help in any way #or if you have more questions #sorry for this long ass post #im really passionate about this

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