#all of my comments r amusing haha

[djpachipikachu]

do graves!leosagi ever get tired of their friends/family labelling them?? like maybe leo’s bros make fun of him for having a “boyfriend” and he gets like rightfully irritated by that ?

its Kinda amusing bc eventually leo’s family at least straight up thinks theyre just really good pals and its like wow ! friendship ! in a more oblivious sense like they just kinda shrug and go oh yeah usagi’s here again whatever

originally mikey was insanely insanely suspicious of usagi and what his relationship was with leo (“hes literally just a friend” “YOU MEAN A BOY-FRIEND. AND U NEVER TOLD US.” “what am i supposed 2 say do i update u guys every time i make a friend” “If I See This Fuckinf Rabbit Sleeping In Your Bed Again I’m Telling Dad” “WE WERE HAVING A SLEEPOVER”) (mikey was mainly shocked bc leo invited a friend to sleepover who they didnt know And leo didnt tell anyone there was an extra mouth to feed for brekkie) but once everything was smoothed over usagi just became another regular, similar to how april is

leo himself tells raph that its a little more than that but only raph rly knows it and hes always had a hunch about them so it didnt change much in how the brotjers saw the two

usagi’s family on the other hand is definitely more “Boyfriend? boyfriend? boyfriend? crush? romance?” kitsune teases usagi about how dramatically romantic it must be to fall for a guy he hated in the beginning and usagi is like . so filled with Eugh. This Is Not Romantic. ick feeling that it causes him to be more in denial at how close he’s gotten with leo (in the beginning at least , later on kitsune still teases him but he’s more at ease with how him and leo are, so he always jusy goes “ew no im not kissing him dates r gross” but over time she toned it down to more “ooh is someone missing a certain kappa?” kinda teasing rather than “whens the wedding/has your first kiss happened yet lmao/etc” kinda teasing)

hana calls leo his boyfriend like all the time and like . usagi doesnt rly correct her bc she’s 8 and he doesnt know how to explain that they “arent Really boyfriends sure they do things that couples would do sometimes but its platonic and well you dont rly know what platonic means uh”

so she gets a pass on all her “IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND” comments since usagi is just like “yeagh its leo u wanna say hi”

auntie notices how leo visits a lot and she kinda just is like “okay ur like my kid now. lol.” she thinks they are just best friends bc usagi said they are and who is she to think otherwise, she kinda just absorbs leo (and later on the hamatos) as her own family and doesnt question their relatiomship much

chizu and gen tend to stay out of usagi’s personal business like that But gen did think that leo was a girl for a good while before he was ever introduced to him . and he was like “usagi if you wanna pick up the ladies u need like. do better. than this” “what. What” “like take a shower man” trying to give him flirting/relationship advice without actually knowing leo at all and also assuming usagi is straight

all in all its never really serious if people call them boyfriends or just best friends bc they dont really care to correct anyone it only matters if its like “so did you hit the [insert romantic relationship milestone] phase yet haha” bc that gets tiring to hear constantly

mainly all their family is just like “oh okay” at their relationship since i dont Really want to make the hardships of being aroace or being queer a big point since we already struggle enough with that irl ! a few details here and there about how their unlabelled status confuses some people but generally just a “we’ve seen weirder shit who cares” kinda energy to it

i love rambling . Thank you for the wuestion ily /p

[brawlqueen]

"...Happy birthday. I'd seen this and thought you might like it." Without even turning to look at Mizuki, Akira would hand her a bunny shaped purse he had seen while shopping for stationary pens. Honestly, considering her last one was pretty much falling apart after years of use, he figured it was about high time she got a new one.

MIZUKI’S BIRTHDAY / 2023.

now this was a face she wasn't expecting. the psyncer's first sparring partner; the boy she tied with and even beat once at grade school . . now a teenager, pointedly doing his signature grumpy face even if she can't see it. the teenager can feel it and she almost stifles an amused snicker. that's so like akira, honestly.

if anyone says she has too much 'attitude' she's going to point at her friend and rival sparring partner as having more in her defense; a blurred line of consistency throughout the years they've known each other. her words are as blunt as ever; traces of amusement in the detective's voice.

" wow. well this is a surprise. i didn't even think you knew my birthday. sorry, haha. i just really got thrown a bit, y'know? book by its cover blah blah. lemme open it. " a smirk coats her mouth as she takes the offering with a small grin; despite her snark; ( it's always on the house ) , mizuki is glad akira remembered. still, getting a few jabs and teases at him just wouldn't do if she didn't, right ? now why he won't look at her well . . she knew his boundaries and he knew hers.

it's weird though; usually he met her mismatched gaze head on. just as much as he challenged and dared to go again and again against her supernatural strength. they had vastly different experiences, but the same coating of pain lay underneath. to say they 'flocked together' was an understatement, even if it was highly unlikely either of the two long time friends would admit it. much less admit they were friends . . .

" holy shit. " expletives that don't really fit a police officer escape her mouth in two words; the teenager shaking the bag once as if unable to believe her eyes. mizuki glances at it; how utterly adorable it is and how her brain thinks how much survival gear and necessities just as much. plus, it had her signature animal: the rabbit.

" . . . so you --- wait a minute -- " she isn't gasping in shock more like gaping as the brawler shakes it again, lightly, mizuki, lightly, to make sure it's remotely real. did this mean he'd noticed that she'd had a mind, albeit subconsciously, to get a new bag? she had made an off-comment of replacing her old one for various supplies and things she needed; although a swiss army knife was....not an option anymore now, was it? the fact remained. akira noticed. mizuki was far from an idiot, her intelligence advanced far beyond her classmates at an early age; and perception wasn't lost on her, with or without aiba.

" akira....er, listen... "

her brows actually furrow in concern.

" uh, are you sick ? like, this is my birthday. and....you -- " ( actually noticed i needed something and got it for me. so i can only assume you're literally sick or hell, even dying. ) those thoughts go unspoken; knowing that he's just as capable as releasing a barrage of arrows in the shape of barbs at her right back. like ping pong ball back and forth. she blinks once, twice, owlishly, before staring at the bulk of it within her deceptively small hands. calloused from battles won and lost, from training at an early age and scuffles against bullies. hands that told stories - not all of them happy ones.

" ..... it looks pretty damn cute! didn't think you knew how to get stuff like this, so i really underestimated you. plus it'll be useful. " a smile tugs at her mouth faintly; not too wide but not too small; it's genuine; as mizuki takes a few steps to hold it up so he can see the satisfaction - and gratitude in her eyes.

" possibly sick and not himself or noooottt, i'll take it! didn't think i guess, you did this kinda thing. it's weird, sure, but it's....i really like it. so, thanks, akira. " she almost tacks on with a borderline affectionate, get well soon punk, before deciding against it; her cheeky grin and satisfied eyes gleaming telling all she needs to say.

" i'll put it to good use. you can count on that. " thanks again, you grumpy dork.

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soooo these some drawings i’ve made in the past few months, mostly sketches, but two of them were finished projects that i. turned in,.

@ferreandhiscat im sorry i dont have any pictures of my most recent project it is currently being graded but yep !! (-:

[wandaromanova]

Infant

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a few swear words

A/N: hello! this fic is a product of many late and delusional nights tbh. the entire concept of this one was based purely off of my sleep deprivation haha. also, this is for my lovely friend @maximotts. love you so much, you deserve happiness. happy reading <3

@procrastinatingsapphictrash requested: idk if this is fluffy enough but what about natasha being cute and shy around r because she's in love but she hasn't been in love before so she is confused and annoyed at herself?

Summary: Love is for children.

Word Count: 3.1K | navigation

please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work. reblogs, likes, and comments are always welcome. <3

Natasha Romanoff was graceful in everything she did. 

In the midst of battle, she’d be seen without a single hair out of place while taking down target after target.

During interrogations, the redhead never failed to extract information from the detainee with a smug smirk on her face when they finally caved in.

Her elegance was most prominent when she’d dance, gliding gracefully across the floor, each pivot and pirouette executed to perfection.

Confidence was a trait that Natasha didn’t lack. She knew how intimidating she could be and basked in the nervous ramblings and avoidance of eye contact with practically every person she conversed with.

She found her ‘power’ rather amusing, how she could send someone into a blind panic with the bat of her eyelashes and one word falling from her lips.

However, her perspective completely shifted when she was thrust onto the receiving end.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

Natasha’s nonchalant demeanor never seemed to falter. She walked around with her head high as she waltzed through the halls of the Compound.

So, when her self-assuring strut turned into a bashful walk, head tilted slightly, it drove her wild. All she knew was that Y/N L/N was a common denominator throughout her drastic change in behavior. 

Her cheeks would flush red whenever you entered the room, as she tried and miserably failed to hide her flustered state.

Your obliviousness was both a blessing and a curse.

You’d thoughtlessly sit beside her, head resting on her shoulder as you asked her about her day. Natasha would go stiff, focused on not making a single movement. She feared that if she moved even a centimeter, you would move away. And that was the last thing she wanted.

Natasha’s thoughts would go a mile a minute when you crossed her mind.

She’d never experienced the feelings she felt around you and quite honestly, she didn’t know if she was excited or terrified. Relationships were forbidden throughout her upbringing.

Love was for children, after all. Right?

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

“What do you think?” You asked, eyes raking over your figure in the full-length mirror that hung in your room.

Tony had spontaneously planned a party and informed the team of his plans. Now, you all were left to decide on what to wear in a short period of time. And of course, Natasha agreed to help you pick an outfit.

“You look, uh…” Natasha’s brain short-circuited as she took in the black dress that clung to your body, hugging all the right places.

She had so many words in mind to describe how incredible you looked, but all she could do was rake her eyes over you in awe.

Your face morphed into a look of concern when the redhead failed to respond, as you ran your hands over the silky material. 

“Does it not look good? I could try on something else.” 

“Yes! I mean, no. You look beautiful.”

Your bright eyes met Natasha’s embarrassed ones in the reflection of the mirror. She was sat on the edge of your bed, hands clenched together as they rested against her lap. You were about to thank the Russian, but she abruptly interrupted you.

“I mean, you don’t look full. I just meant- I’ll stop talking now.”

You couldn’t help but smile in amusement, a small laugh escaping your lips. Natasha involuntary smiled at the sound. Sure, she was humiliated by her babbling, but she would do it again if it made you happy.

“I’m glad you think so, Natty.”

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

It was common knowledge around the Compound that you loved romantic movies. This fact was ironic considering Natasha absolutely despised them.

She’d argue that love was nothing like the movies portrayed, but then again, she’d never experienced it herself.

So, how would she know? 

Nat couldn’t pinpoint why she hated the genre. Maybe it was the unrealistic scenarios and coincidences littered across the films. Maybe it was the predictability factor of the poorly written plots.

Or perhaps, she secretly longed for the dynamic and connection the protagonists had.

Regardless of the reasoning, she hated them. But she could never say no when you begged her to watch ridiculous romance movies with you.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

Natasha sat beside you on the common room couch, arm brushing against your own as you selected the movie of your choice: The Notebook.

Unbeknownst to you, the redhead beside you couldn’t focus on anything that was happening around her, not when the warmth of your skin made a treaty with the coolness of her own. 

“Popcorn.”

The redhead was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of your voice. Her eyebrows furrowed together as you stood up.

“Popcorn?” She questioned dumbly, as your head titled down to look at her. Nat’s heart raced as your hair perfectly framed your face, a smile on your lips.

“Yeah, I asked if you wanted some.” You giggled and Nat’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red, as they always did when you were in her vicinity. 

“Popcorn is cool.”

Natasha internally berated herself as the words left her mouth. Luckily, you just gave her a curt nod and walked out of the room and into the kitchen before she had the opportunity to embarrass herself further. 

The Russian sat there patiently, her legs propped up and onto the coffee table that sat in front of the couch. She zoned out once more, her mind traveling to you.

However, the moment was short-lived when Clint waltzed into the room, stopping in his tracks as his eyes glanced between the tv and his best friend. 

“Am I in an alternate universe or are you about to watch a chick flick?” The archer questioned, faux seriousness behind his voice. The redhead turned her head back, emerald eyes landing on him.

“Shut up.”

“You hate cheesy movies. Why would you-”

“Nat! Did you want butter on the popcorn?”

Clint’s confused expression quickly morphed into a teasing one as the sound of your voice interrupted him. Natasha was quick to reply and the hurriedness in her tone only added ammunition to his inevitable taunting.

“You can put some if you want to!” The redhead ushered out, eyes never leaving Clint’s.

“I see. So, you hate cheesy movies but love-”

The brunette was cut off by a pillow that Natasha had chucked at him. If it hadn’t been for his fast reflexes, the decor would have hit him square in the face. 

“Not. A. Word.”

The sound of your footsteps caught the two assassins’ attention, and the redhead hastily whipped around, attempting to relax her shoulders while Clint watched with a Cheshire cat smile.

You walked into the room, bowl of popcorn in hand as you immediately took notice of your other teammate.

“Hey, Barton. Wanna join us? We’re gonna watch The Notebook. It’s my favorite movie.”

You reclaimed your spot beside Natasha as she refrained from frowning in disappointment as you placed the bowl between your bodies. 

Clint returned the smile you gave him as you tilted your head in his direction, Natasha mirroring your action.

“It’s fine. I hate romance movies. They’re painful to watch. Natasha agrees with me. Right, Nat?”

If looks could kill, Clint would’ve had a closed-casket funeral. The redhead glared at him as a gasp left your lips, Nat’s gaze softening as she turned to look at you.

“You hate romance movies? I thought you liked them! We can watch something else if you want to.” 

“No, I do like them! Clint’s just being an ass.” Natasha didn’t know why, but she panicked. Her stare returned to the aforementioned Avenger as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah, that’s me… an ass.” The amusement in Clint’s eyes made Natasha want to tackle him to the ground. 

“But I’m an ass who’s watched chick flicks with my wife that I love and adore.”

It was in that moment that Natasha was especially grateful for your obliviousness. The implications of his words flew right over your head and she took a deep breath of relief when you didn’t question the archer.

“Aw, that’s cute. I want someone to do that for me.”

You pouted and Natasha swore she had never seen anything cuter in her life. Her eyes fell to your lips, not bothering to be discreet as your gaze landed on her, sending a quick, toothless smile her way.

Little did you know, someone already sat through the agonizing films for you; her.

“Anyway, have fun kids. But not too much fun!”

The archer laughed as he walked back through the hall he entered from. At that point, Nat didn’t care about the teasing, her mind reeling back to his words. 

Did she actually love you? 

Is that what she’d been feeling all along? Clint made a valid point, albeit in a dickish manner. People only do things they don’t want to for the people they love. She compared her relationship with you to Clint’s marriage, and the similarities stunned her. 

Natasha always wanted to be in your presence, which reminded her of the countless times the brunette would open up to her about how much he missed Laura while they were on longer missions.

He watched movies with Laura, regardless of his discontent. His mood would instantly change whenever his wife was mentioned, the happiness and comfortability as clear as day.

His main priority was his wife, and you were hers. 

This was the thought process that opened Nat’s eyes and for the very first time, she admitted to herself what she had secretly known all along; she loved you.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

The entire team sat in a board room, occasional sighs and the squeaking of chairs accompanying the sound of Fury’s voice as he relayed statistics no one exactly cared about.

It was safe to say that no one was interested in the topics he was discussing, the meeting resembling a classroom full of students that refused to listen to their instructor.

Even Natasha herself couldn’t seem to hold her attention on the man, not when you were sitting directly across the table from her.

She was merely appreciating your existence, watching as you’d occasionally lean to the side, whispering something to Wanda that caused silent giggles to emerge from the Sokovian, as well as yourself.

Natasha had been positive that no one had caught onto her staring, everyone else in their own worlds in an attempt to drown out the monotonous tone of Fury’s words, but she was wrong.

Steve, who sat to her left, had caught onto her staring. His eyes followed her line of vision and he wasn’t surprised when you were at the end of it.

His blue eyes returned to the redhead beside him, observing as Nat subconsciously twirled the silver arrow necklace that hung securely around her neck. It was then, that the super-soldier decided to speak up.

“You nervous about something, Romanoff?” Steve’s voice met Natasha’s ears, breaking her one-sided staring contest with you.

Her head turned to him, hand quickly dropping the necklace, allowing it to dangle down her chest. She quirked an eyebrow at him as she spoke with a smug tone and a cocky smirk.

“I don’t have a single nervous bone in my body, Rogers. You know that.” She maintained her expression, but her confidence diminished at her teammate’s next words.

“Do I?” He asked, subtly nodding his head in your direction, Nat’s eyes glancing at you for a second as her features relaxed.

“You should tell her how you feel” Steve suggested and he was shocked to see a look that closely resembled fear, flash through Nat’s eyes. 

“She doesn’t feel the same way though.” Nat looked down, the insecurity she felt was a stark contrast to the confidence she had just moments ago.

Her hand returned to her necklace, rolling the dainty arrow between her thumb and index finger.

“Well, you won’t know unless you try.” He shrugged his broad shoulders before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, Nat’s eyes fluttering back to his. 

“Just keep in mind that you miss 100% of the chances you don’t take.”

The Russian couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at Steve’s words. “Did you steal that quote off the internet?” The super-soldier smiled, proud of himself for easing the tension that plagued his friend.

“And so what if I did?”

Another round of chuckles passed through Natasha, Steve joining in until the humor simmered down, silence falling between the two of them.

Natasha was pulled back into her thoughts, contemplating whether or not to follow Steve’s advice. Her life had always been full of risk that she never backed down from.

So, why was this the one risk she was too scared to take? Well, in her defense, the possibility of destroying the beautiful relationship she had with you was daunting. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if she destroyed the one good thing she had in her life.

The redhead’s eyes fluttered upward once more, irises landing on you as you watched Fury. As if you could feel her intense gaze on her, your eyes met hers.

All of Natasha’s doubts dissipated the instant you smiled at her, sending a small, shy wave her way, which she returned happily.

Natasha had decided right then and there that she’d rather bite the bullet than miss the shot.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

Natasha spent weeks trying to figure out a way to confess her feelings to you, but none of her ideas felt right. It was as if nothing she did could come close to the importance of what she planned to do. 

She came up with various, arguably absurd ideas. Maybe she could take you to the fair, and profess her love to you at the apex of a Ferris wheel as the sunset beamed in the background.

Or, maybe she could take you on a picnic at the park and tell you how much you meant to her as the afternoon breeze flowed through your hair.

The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous she felt. She felt as though she didn’t have a single original thought, all of her concepts seemingly pulled from the romance movies she loathed. 

Despite all of the ideas she had conjured up, she didn’t think that she would have confessed to you in the manner she did, but she definitely didn’t regret it. 

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

The two of you were sent on a mission and things were going well… until they weren’t. Long story short, you guys were ambushed and had to fight through more enemies than you could count in order to make it back to the Quinjet. 

Natasha let out a sigh of relief as soon as she got the pair of you into the air, immediately putting the jet on autopilot before turning her head to take in your disheveled appearance. 

“You alright?” She asked, and your eyes landed on her own as you sent a reassuring smile. “Yeah. Are you?” Concern was laced in your voice and Nat’s heart beat faster at your care.

“I am now.” Nat ignored the fact that she felt like she was going to pass out. Whether it was from your close proximity or from the battle she just fought through, she wasn’t sure.

“Tell me about it. This one annoying ass guy just didn’t want to stay down. Like, I beat you already. Accept it!”

You rolled your eyes at the memory and Natasha laughed harder than she probably should’ve, but you didn’t comment on it as you laughed with her.

As your laughter died down, silence took over, the hum of the engine bouncing off the walls of the Quinjet.

The redhead didn’t know why, but she felt like this was the perfect opportunity to tell you what she’s been meaning to. She just wished she did it in a more graceful, smooth way.

“You know, I always knew that the Red Room was full of shit, but there was one thing they taught me that I actually believed until recently.”

Nat’s eyes were trained on you as you tilted your head slightly to the side. “And what is that?” You asked curiously, facing your body towards her, showing that she had your undivided attention.

“That love is for children.” 

Natasha didn’t miss the confusion that washed over your features.

She knew you were wondering what aspect of the events that unfolded moments ago had drawn her mind to the topic of love.

She decided to elaborate further, leg bouncing rapidly as the familiar nerves took over her once more.

“But, if that’s the case… then I’m an infant because I love you.”

Your eyes widened in shock, Natasha’s matching yours as she realized what she just said.

“I mean, I’m not an infant because I love you. I’m not an infant at all. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that. I’m so stu-”

Natasha’s rambling was cut off as you pressed your lips against hers. She tensed, the shock taking over her for a millisecond before she relaxed.

She kissed you hungrily, all of the emotions she’s been holding back being pulled to the forefront. Her heart raced when you returned her eagerness. 

When air became an issue, the two of you reluctantly separated, not before sharing a few more soft, chaste kisses. Nat’s eyes were still closed shut, only opening when you let out a small giggle.

“Took you long enough.”

The surprised look on the redhead’s face prompted a dramatic gasp from you. “What? You thought I didn’t know? I’m offended.” 

Nat’s cheeks flushed red as she nervously rubbed the back of her neck, leg bouncing once more. She was about to profusely apologize, but you quickly stopped her. Your hand found its way to her knee, effectively stopping the movement.

“I’m just messing with you. And just for the record, I’m also an infant.” 

Natasha let out a loud groan in embarrassment at your teasing as your laugh harmonized with the sound, but the insinuation behind your words brought butterflies to her stomach.

She felt like an orchard in the middle of a sunny Spring had spawned in the pits of her abdomen.

You leaned toward her and Nat went to meet you halfway, but you paused. You leaned your forward against her own, noses ghosting over one another.

Natasha felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest, the anticipation deadly.

“So… near-death experiences get you going, huh?” You let out a chuckle and Natasha felt like she was going to collapse as she felt the vibrations of your laughter.

Her patience had run thin.

The humor left your expression the second her hand gripped the back of your head, fingers in your hair as she tugged you closer. The confidence had finally found its way back to Natasha, and she reveled in it.

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“Shut up and kiss me.”

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[bitchylandtyphoon]

Sugar on Honey🍯

A/N: Hellooo I hope you guys are doing great I just wanted to try writing a Jim Hopper fic since I barely see any like come on he's so fine and ugh. Ahem anyways pls enjoy the story if u have any recommendations feel free to comment! If u have a request feel free to send a message to me! I'm still new to Tumblr so I'm not really sure how to work any of this sorry about that! ------------------------------------❈---------------------------------------- Hopper didn’t understand how you were so calm with Eleven. He tried, he really did. He took care of Eleven as if he was her own but he couldn't be as gentle and soft as you were. “This is an apple ok? It's red, sweet and a fruit. This is a cucumber, it's green and a vegetable!” Hopper watched as you taught Eleven basic English. “Ok, now you try” You hold up a bunch of grapes. “These are...grapes, sweet, blue and...fruit?” Eleven guessed while squinting hard at the grapes. “Heyyyy not bad! You're doing great, you just mixed up purple with blue but no biggie. Do you wanna do another one?” You said encouragingly. Eleven nods and proceeds to pick another product to investigate. “Oooh~ Hopper watches as you two laugh and learn, he couldn't stop himself from smiling, he appreciated what you were doing especially since Eleven was on house arrest. You were the only one he could trust. He absentmindedly takes a sip of his dark coffee hissing as it was too hot to drink. “You ok?” Hopper looks up to see you looking at him with a worried expression on your face. He loved that face, it was pretty cute. He chuckled “Ye, just too hot to drink” “Be careful before you burn your tongue off for good” You start cleaning the food off of the ground. “Yeah yeah, I won't mom” Hopper jokes as he goes into the kitchen. “Very funny Hopper haha” You give a playful glare “What is so funny? Ha...ha?” Eleven asks, seeing you two joking around not understanding the sarcasm. “Oh it's just sarcasm honey, try finding it in the dictionary, you'll find the meaning there.” You give a gentle smile while pointing to the thick book. “Well, there you go word of the day.” Hopper comes back into the hall sitting in the big chair stirring his spoon in the white coffee-stained mug. You wondered how much coffee he really drinks in a day. “S-A-R-C-A-S-M? the use of i- irony to m-mock or con-convey contempt?” Eleven read trying to read the words correctly. She looked at you for guidance and approval. “Good job kid, you’re doing so well, I need to go now, be a good girl for me ok?” you kissed her crown and gave a hug feeling her arms slowly wrapping around your bottom. “Bye-bye now~” “Bye (Y/N)” Eleven gave a small shy smile as she watched you look for your coat. “Here you go, make sure to zip up” Hopper gives you your coat helping you put it on. “Mm thanks, Hopper” “You want a ride?” Hopper suggests side-eyeing you while he refills his coffee. “I think ill manage, il call if anything happens” “Nope nope it's freezing, not letting you go out alone especially when it's night,” He says sternly as he puts on his coat and boots grabbing his keys on the way to the door “I'll be fine-” “Come on, let's go” You sigh “Ok fine” You trudge to his truck knowing he wouldn't let you win the argument. Giving a small wave to Eleven through the window. You pull his hand stopping him from going too close to the truck. “What, what's wrong, did you forget something?” Hopper asked “No you did” Hopper gives you a confused look “Eleven” “What about her?” “You didn't tell her bye” You take your hand backcrossing it against your chest as you look at the chief disappointed. Hopper sighs and goes back to the house, you watch as he tells Eleven bye” “Happy?” He says with his arms out as he walks towards you. “Depends,” You say as you open the truck door. You wait until he starts the car and starts moving out of the parking area. “What did you tell her?” “What?” “What did you tell her?” “I told her to keep the doors locked, not go out, keep windows and curtains closed-” “Hopperrr” You interrupt him,

sighing with your head down “What have I told you, give be gentle with her. She’s smart and strong, she can handle herself if anything happens. All you have to do is give her a simple bye and a hug” You put a hand on his leg “I know you're trying Jim, I really do know that. I've seen some progress and I'm really happy for both of you. Don’t be so harsh on her ok? She’s just a kid” Hopper sighs calming under your touch. “I know, I know I just. I feel like if I don't be hard on her, she’ll run away, get in some serious trouble and go meet her boyfriend.” Hopper rolls his eyes thinking of Eleven and MIke together. “Well if I was on house arrest and a teenager I would've run away to see my boyfriend too,” You say taking your hand off of his leg. “No you wouldn’t, you wouldn't even go out to the park, you were too much of a wuss,” He says as he looks for something in his coat. You dramatically gasp “Ok first of all, you're right, I would've never run away. Second, I have strict parents and you know that. Third I am not a wuss I just like staying home,” you sigh “who am I kidding I hated going out and being around people, especially with those dumb kids running around” You shake your head thinking of how introverted you were as a kid. Hopper laughs, throwing his head back watching you jokingly pout at him. He takes a cigarette out of his right pocket. “Well you were always the kid in the back of the room, quiet and shy, never understood how you could keep your mouth shut for so long” You grab the cigarette out of his mouth throwing it away somewhere in the car making him give you a glare “You know how my parents are, “be quiet,” “be good,'' “do good in school”, “no boys”” You say, quoting your parents' famous words. “Well at least they raised a good person,” He said, giving a genuine compliment your way. “Hah, that was all my doing” Frowning remembering how horrible your parents were at raising a child. You saw Hopper turning the radio on. You knew what he was doing but you weren't going to stop him at all. He turned it to the classic rock channel starting to sing and rock his head. Ah, how you loved him. Hey hey baby when you walk that way, Watch your honey drip, can't keep away Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, ah, ahOh yeah, oh yeah, oh, ah, ah. “Here comes Jim Hopper, everyone missing members of Led Zeppelin'' You say as if there's a crowd. I gotta roll, can't stand still Got a flamin' heart, can't get my fill You laugh at how amusing he sounds, he's not half bad for the chief of police. Eyes that shine, burnin' red Dreams of you all through my head You throw your head back clutching your stomach, you just couldn't stop laughing. “Come on singggg, I know you know this one” Hopper says encouraging you to sing. “Noooo, are you crazy?!” You yell at him “Come onnnn” He pushes you You roll your eyes as he starts singing again. Hey, baby, oh baby, pretty baby Move me like you're doin' now- “Who knew the kitten could sing huh?” Hopper looks at you while you start singing with a big smile.

Didn't take too long 'fore I found out What people mean by down and out

Spent my money, took my car Started tellin' her friends she gonna be a star~ ------------------------------------❈---------------------------------------- “Thanks for the ride, really appreciate it Jim. Goodnight. Make sure to get some rest ok?” You say as you close the door “Yeah yeah mom, I get it” You give him a glare through the window door. Giving him a wave you turn around to your place. “Hold on!” You hear Hopper's voice shout behind you. Stopping in your tracks you turn around to see Hopper speed walking towards trying not to slip from the thick snow on the ground. The night was so beautiful, the snow was thick and flowing down like paper, it wasn't too cold but just cold enough to make the tip of your nose red. The street lights were on looking like yellow stars in the dark blue sky. It was perfect. “You forgot your bag,” He said, giving it to you. “Oh? OH thank you” you said, giving him a thankful smile while reaching for the bag. “It's fine, it's not like I'm gonna steal it now” Hopper chuckles putting his hands in his coat pockets. “Well, why would anyone steal a gift they gave to someone else?” You said giggling as you put the bag on. He grins “It looks good on you by the way, really suits you” “Oh, thanks” You blush at the comment while brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I was just thinking, you don't have to if you want, but I just wanted to ask you if u wanted to go on a date? I was thinking of a restaurant but only if u wanted to go there, we can go somewhere else, really up to you," he sighed "I'm gonna shut up now, have a goodnight” Hopper turned on his heel and started leaving but felt a tug on his coat. “I would love to go on a date with you Jim,” You said, giving him a gentle smile. You stood up on your tiptoes giving him a peck on the cheek. It felt different because of the stubble but you liked it. The butterflies in both of your stomachs were going crazy, fluttering around as if they were being chased by a bird. You wanted to stay in his warm embrace but fell back down due to the height difference.

“6 pm Friday at Johnnie's?” “I would love that, casual dress code?” “Why would we need a dress code?” He joked “Hoppperr” You hit his chest distancing yourself heading to your house. You stood on the porch seeing him waiting for you to go in your house safely. You lean against your doorway. “Goodnight Jim” God he loved it when you called him by Jim, it was like sugar on honey. “Goodnight kitten” You smiled at the nickname.

Heading inside you close the door, leaning against it. “EEEEEEEEEEE he actually asked me out, oh my god” You laugh at how excited you were acting. You couldn't wait. --------------------------------------❈-------------------------------------- Hopper headed to his truck getting in and turning the radio on. “Good job Hop, good job” He chuckled as he drove off. He couldn't wait.

[throwaway-yandere]

Mx. Ansy, how are you doing on this fine day/night? Ehe, I hope you're doing well or if not, hopefully better! ♡ I've been getting headaches lately, but playing through the new Fungi event really washed them all away for some reason? Have you played it? It gives me Pokemon vibes and who am I to deny the opportunity to become Ash Ketchum in Genshin 🥸 (P/S: I'm glad you found it sweet that my s/o is also an ENTP, I actually told them about the matchup and phew, was their ego stroked, haha. You ENTP's are just such adventurous and creative gremlins that as an INFJ, I'm not sure if I'm concerned or amused or both. /pos)

Also, I was literally about to comment on Mei anon's marvelous idea and then, you posted this and I just let out an audibly tired sigh as soon as I read it 😮‍💨 (meant in a comical way because this is true, Mr. Shikanoin would play me and I'd have to resist the urge to shush him with my finger + It's just the "Say fork 5 times" "Okay? Fork, fork, fork, fork, fork?" "Good. Now, what do you eat soup with?" "Fork, WAIT—" thing all over again and I keep falling for it).

And my 50 Mora... Goodness, do I need to give him a hand cream so his hand won't slip next time or should I just start pressing buttons for him from now on? Wait, what if he keeps doing this on purpose? Of course, I don't mind lending him my Mora but if he makes this a routine, I might have to reconsider— Okay, I'm buying him that hand cream. A lavender-scented one might be too basic for his liking... Hm, a dandelion-scented one? No, that scent is too rare... And the incessant thoughts go on, all to ensure that Dandelion anon's Mora would no longer be jeopardized.

A-anyway, about that ANON theory you have concerning me, I think it'd be better to perish that possibility. Our— I mean, my schedule is way too packed for that, r-right, Madam Alice? (Looks of desperation are being thrown.) And if Mr. Shikanon persists, I shall bring out the secret technique of forehead flicking. Though, I doubt it'd stop him. /j

- dandelion anon

(I haven't played the event yet but I do love pokemon lololol, black & white will always be my fave and I completed my alolan pokedex lol)

It definitely won't stop him but I have a feeling that in your case Mr Shikanoin will try to free up your schedule simply because he thinks you being a vtuber is entertaining–

Definitely don't jeopardize your mora for this man. He has plenty ;-;. If he's sOooOo smart let him learn from his mistakes, stop lending him money 😭–

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"Hmm? You're in an idol group? I didn't know that– oh, is this a prank? Did you lose a bet with Mister Shikanoin? Haha, oh dear! If you're gonna fool me, try harder! There's no way I– founder of TEYVAT Productions slash editor of the Idol Magazine slash executive producer of Kreideprinz– wouldn't know about you being a secret idol. Let's not dillydally, go back doing your paperwork, dandelion~. Don't let these people bother you, I'll talk to them, mkay?"

[dreamii-yume]

For Malleus’ birthday can we get a date exploring abandoned buildings with him.

Note : This takes place back when you still don’t know what Tsunotarou’s real identity is.

Malleus couldn’t sleep.

Not like he needed much anyway, someone as powerful as him wouldn’t submit to something as primal as sleep. To him, it was irrelevant and the darkness of the night just so happens to be his favorite time of the day. So, he had to do what he always do the best; Escape from the surveillance of his retainers and explore a world he had never been to before. It’s the same old routine every time and yet, the unknown never cease to fascinate him.

However, it was strange to say that no matter how much he walks, his feet would always carry him back to a place that he knows all too well. The Ramshackle Dorm whose only occupant is a petty monster, and a lone human that could not use magic. It used to be his favorite place, although he’ll never actually admit that to anyone. It was a shame that there is now someone to disrupt that atmospheric peace it had. There would be more people that’ll visit that place and soon, it’ll lose all the qualities that made it special.

But even so...Malleus found himself gazing at it tonight as well.

He...Doesn’t really know how he got here in the first place, nor does he ever understand why. It felt like it’s a huge responsibility, to visit the dorm in every way he can. Maybe it was because he’s still attached to the place? Maybe he had already explored everything he has to in this island? No, it’s not that. He was simply waiting...and hoping for a certain someone to come out every time he comes to visit.

“My, my...It’s a surprise to see you still out in the cold at a time like this. Have you had any fear at all?”

One of the residence in that same broken down dorm, a child of a human. She had no powerful magic to compare to his, the odd one in a school focused on honing a wizard’s magical capability. Honestly, she was just an unfortunate creature, a bystander that shouldn’t have gotten involved in the first place. Malleus almost feels bad for her, having heard of stories from his supervisor about all the things that this human had to go through with the other dorm leaders mysteriously overblotting. She was a well-developed young woman by human standards, but in his eyes, all he sees is a little girl still in need of guidance.

She was nothing special, and yet, she never fails to put a smile on his face.

“Ah, Tsunotarou...!”

What a ridiculous nickname. If his people were to hear this one human call him, call The Malleus Draconia by such terms, there would be a riot, a controversy. Honestly, if it were anyone but you who would dare to call him by that name, a shot of lightning would’ve probably executed them right on the spot. Guess it was a good thing that you got permission beforehand, huh? Even if you yourself hadn’t realized so, it was charming to say the least.

“I could say the same thing for you too.” You said, with your head held up high to look at him in the eyes. Malleus could not see the tiniest bit of fear in your eyes, it was clear that you did not see him as a threat at all, unlike the others. “Say, didn’t you say that you were a fan of exploring around? I’m kinda in a mood to do just that so, would you like to accompany me?”

Malleus couldn’t help but chuckle at what you said, not one person had ever said that to him with a straight face before. “Was that an invitation, Child of Man? How curious...” He asked, in which he received an eager nod from you. “Very well then, I accept. Honestly, I could never find a gloomy moment with you.”

His comment only left you raising your eyebrow in confusion, something that he had already expected. It was no use on confusing the ignorant any further, after all. Either way, you carry on along with him accompanying you wherever you plan to go.

Some of the places that you both ended up visiting had already been old news to Malleus, having all the time in the world to explore them. However, that radiant in your eyes prevented him from saying anything that would spoil your excitement, your reaction was far too amusing. You were a curious human child, having the courage to look at every crooks a place had without worrying about the risks for traps. For that short time he had with you tonight, he already lost count of how many times he had to use his magic to move away debris away from you, without yourself even noticing. From the large boulders that could actually seriously injure you, to the tiniest of rocks that you wouldn’t even feel, it became a reflex for him to keep a look out for any other danger that may come your way.

Malleus even found himself secretly using magic to lead you to a specific part of a place, one that would make your eyes shine in amazement once you found it. You would go up to him, feeling proud by thinking that you found such treasure yourself when it truth, he played a major role in it. But still, he could never say that, he enjoyed your enthusiasm way too much to do so.

“Exploring like this really takes the energy out of you quick, huh...” You said as a yawn escapes you. Initially intending to take a break, you and Malleus sat beside each other in a nearby bench, a lamp post illuminating the surroundings.

With his arms crossed, Malleus observed the way you rubbed your eyes, as if to fight the urge to sleep. It was clear that you’ve already reached your limit for tonight, and although he feels rather disappointed that it would end so soon, you needed to rest your eyes. “Isn’t it about time for you to come back to your dorm? It has gotten quite late.” He suggested with his eyes closed, still in dismay that his time with you is over. Truly, the difference between the endurance between a human and a fae are both far and wide.

“Yeah...” You listlessly agreed whilst nodding off, it made Malleus smile slightly actually. Honestly, you’re hopeless, and with that extreme vulnerability of yours, just imagine all the things that he could do. He isn’t as friendly as you think after all, but revealing that now would simply be boring in his standards, not to mention quite pointless. With only a few months of talking and meeting up like this, you already had come to trust him so much as to never raise your guard up when it comes to him. He should be offended, but there was a certain charm around it when it’s you. “It’s really late, and...”

Suddenly, you looked up, coincidentally seeing a clock post nearby and Malleus had to tilt his head in wonder with that pause in your words. Then, you widened your eyes. “Ah! It’s already passed midnight!” You blurted out in panic, which made Malleus face palm gently, so that’s what this is all about? Just realizing that, you’re such a... “Here!”

This time, it was Malleus’ turn to be caught off-guard as you handed him some sort cloth, no...It was a scarf. “...What do you intend on giving me this?” Malleus asked, looking back at your smile.

You blinked repeatedly. “What do I intend...? Well...” You trailed off, scratching the back of your head before looking back at him with a cute blush on your cheeks. “...It’s your birthday today, isn’t it?”

It took him a moment, slowly widening his eyes as realization came by him. “Birth...day?” It didn’t even occur to him, he completely forgot the importance of this new day that came by. “...How do you know about that?”

“Lilia-senpai told me! Since he seemed to know you.” You beamed up at him. “Though...I kinda panicked a little, and I don’t really know too much about you to actually know what kind of gift you would like...”

You scratched your cheek in embarrassment, looking away from him. “...So, I ended up knitting something and before I knew it, it turned into a scarf, haha...” You sheepishly explained, face burning at how low your reasoning was. “Y-You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, but I’d really appreciate it...If you can at least take it...”

Malleus stared at your face, your usually bright expression had suddenly been overpowered by sheer embarrassment. Your face was red, the way you were biting you lips slightly was a new side of nervousness that he didn’t know about you, nor he had ever known that you were capable of expressing. It was honestly...refreshing to see that, adorable even. Looking at the scarf in your hand, it was true that it looked like it was hand crafted. You still didn’t seem to have a full grasp in knitting yet, judging from the few loosely strands sticking out here and there, but it still wasn’t exactly bad.

Then, Malleus just couldn’t help it anymore. A booming laughter escaped his throat, it was more than a chuckle, he was actually letting out his entertainment right there. “Haha! Oh, Child of Man...You are truly the most interesting human I’ve ever encountered!” He exclaimed, a large smile sprawled on his face.

“I-I am...?” You muttered in a flinch, not expecting him to say anything at all.

“Very well...I shall take it.” It’s not like there was any trouble anyways, Malleus would’ve still gladly take it from you if you were so generously offering it up to him. Regardless if it was his birthday or not.

“R-Really...!?”

“I don’t see why not.” Malleus said, raising his eyebrow with a smirk that can never disappear from his face for some reason. “I’ll even give you permission to place it around me and let you see how it looks.”

“Yay!” You cheered, scooting closer to him with the scarf on your hands. Malleus instantly noticed the gesture you gave him and lowered his head slightly, just enough for you to wrap the fluffy fabric around his neck. Tying them up nicely, you marvelled at the way your horned friend look. “Wah~! Tsunotarou, you look adorable! And comfortable too!”

A twitch displayed on his eyebrow, but you playfully dismissed it. “Is that so...” He said and you nodded vigorously. He huffed, the cold was not an enemy to him at all, he has a natural tolerance when it comes to it. A scarf was something that is normally pointless to him but surprisingly, he felt warm. Maybe not because of the heat it provided, but because he could feel the immense care and loving effort that you put into making it. “Well...Whatever makes you happy.”

Giggling, another sleepy yawn escapes you, but it sounded way more exhausted than the previous one. Without thinking, you lay your head on Malleus’ shoulder, startling the fae. “Hehe...Tsunotarou’s so warm...” You said, leaning your forehead against him, with your hands clenched around his sleeve. Malleus kept quiet, he couldn’t say anything back as he just stared at your form, waiting for your next response.

...But what greeted him next were just a batch of soft snores, suggesting that you had finally succumbed to your battle against the overwhelming slumber. Malleus blinked a few times, before chuckling at your behavior. Even in your sleep, you sound so chipper, probably because of the fact that you’ve accomplished something for tonight. He raised a hand and hanged it around your shoulder, pulling you closed for more comfort. He glanced down at your sleeping figure, still can’t believe that you fell asleep in his presence.

Sometimes, Malleus wonders what you would be like if you’ve met in an alternate universe where you’re aware of who he is. Would you be scared, or would everything stay the same as always? When it comes to you, he still couldn’t determine which would be the exact answer. But if he were to ask you that same exact question, a part of him could just laugh and sit back as it wouldn’t really matter. He already knew what you were going to say, after all.

“Tsunotarou would always be Tsunotarou”

...That was what you told him before too, right? Malleus liked that answer, it was really something to expect from the strangest human he had ever meet. So, until then, there was no reason for him to doubt you. He’ll believe your words as he continues to wait for the inevitable day that you will come to know of his real name. He doesn’t have to rush, he’ll cherish these moments for a little longer, while he still can.

It was funny, for the first time in his long years of fae life, he was fine putting his arms around a human like this. He even go as far as to keep you warm from the cold, making your slumber a little more comfortable. Closing his eyes gently, he leaned his head close to your own, foolishly basking in a human’s warmth himself...How scandalous for the future heir of the Valley of Thorns, being so intimate with a mere human like this. The very fact that he’s enjoying this moment right now is a sin of itself, he’ll be in so much trouble...

...And yet, for the very first time, Malleus could not care less.

MALLEUS AND YUU INTERACTIONS ARE THE BEST SCENES IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE GAME.

CHANGE MY MIND.

...Actually, no. You can’t, it’s too late. I’m already feeling so girly for this ship.

[xenteaart]

Shall We? (Part 2)

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x fem!Reader

Request: Can I request part two for Shall We? Pleeeeaase 🙏!! You can’t just leave it like that.

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: kind of a fight scene?? and like one swear word idk

Note: Sooo here’s part two of this fic, give it a read if you havent coz otherwise this one is not going to make much sense haha

For the sake of the story, Five disappeared when he was 18 (instead of 13) and got stuck in his 18 year-old-body after coming back accordingly. Also I’ve decided to give the reader and the Handler kind of a Lila x the Handler dynamic

The events are taking place in s1, some details of the canon are obvsly altered.

ALSO THERE’S A LIL EASTER EGG AT THE END MWEHEHE

Hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @stitched-mouth​ @startrekkingaroundasgard​

“You do know you can’t win. I really don’t wanna hurt you, Y/N,” he uttered, raising his hands a little as a way to warn you not to come any closer for your own good.

Even though it was supposed to be a sweet gesture of concern, hearing him confirm that he still thought you were no match for him cut you to your very core.

“Oh, yeah? Well, I’m afraid you might have to. Shall we?” you sneered and threw your leg into the air, hitting Five right under his kneecap and making him collapse on the ground with a surprised gasp.

Five truly had zero intention of hurting you, but your determination to have a fight left him no choice, and even his clear advantage of having loads more experience and superpowers on top did not seem to make you hesitate.

“Come on, don’t be stupid, Y/N,” Five commented as he got back on his feet and took a few steps away from you, still giving you a chance to back off before he had to inflict any pain on your person, but all it achieved was winding you up even more.

The problem was - you two underwent identical training at the Commission as the Handler gave both of you her very best mentor, and right now you were basically mirroring each other’s moves, except Five was also using his spatial jumps to disorient you. He was still going easy on you, mostly just blocking your punches and jumping further away so you had to chase him all over the Academy while he was hoping you would simply exhaust yourself before any real damage would be done. Quite frankly, it was a smart decision on his part and a rather thoughtful one as well because, despite all appearances, he actually cared about you an awful lot.

As the both of you gracefully danced all the way to the second floor, you were already out of breath from the endless running around which meant Five’s plan was beginning to work. However, you realized what he was doing soon enough to indulge him into the feeling of being right and played his little game for a while, waiting for the perfect moment when he’d get distracted, and as the moment came you had to act fast.

You threw yourself forwards and promptly wrapped your arms around Five’s waist, knocking him off his feet and pressing your body against his as you pinned him to the floor. He groaned with annoyance and winced at the pain as his back hit the hard wooden surface. The next few seconds sort of happened in slow-mo for both of you as he roughly pushed you off himself and somehow managed to switch places with you, now looming over your body and warningly putting his knee on your solar plexus, threatening to crush your ribcage if you moved.

A mutual silence fell between you as you were processing the last 30 minutes of your lives, both visibly struggling to believe that each of you somehow ended up fighting the person they would never wish to hurt in their entire life. The sounds of your heavy breathing were filling the room as you were merely staring at each other in utter confusion. The weight of Five’s knee on your diaphragm was beginning to give you trouble breathing, and your breaths became shallow and hoarse which finally snapped him out of his trance.

“Gonna tell me what the hell is up now, Y/N?” he asked in his teacher-y manner that you used to absolutely hate and adore all at once, especially when he used to give you lectures on your occasional fuck-ups - whether it was failing a class because you were too lazy to turn in your assigments in time or something a little more serious, like getting into an argument with the Monocle and consequently making life harder for both of you.

You would always roll your eyes and smirk when he would get into his i-am-disappointed-in-you-but-i-still-love-you character and cross his arms on his chest for dramatic effect.

“You were the one telling me to piss off in the first place, remember,” you narrowed your eyes as you were subtly gasping for air underneath Five’s weight. He pursed his lips and looked away, contemplating whether or not to be completely honest. Evidently, his lack of sincerity got him nowhere the last time around, so he sighed loudly; his shoulders dropping and his expression finally revealing all of the exhaustion and regret that he was concealing quite successfully up until now.

“I only pushed you away to protect you.”

“Sounds like bullshit to me,” you replied, clearly unimpressed and palpably suspicious; two years of being brainwashed by the Handler now taking their toll on your perspective.

“God, don’t be so slow,” Five uttered clearly irritated but then quickly realized his offensive implication and added, “Said with respect.”

You stayed silent, raising your brow as a way of telling him to continue.

“I couldn’t risk you becoming a casualty because being involved in my family’s mess as a non-super is dangerous. As in, you’re going to be a target all the time, and I couldn’t and still can’t afford to waste my time worrying about your safety. As much as I’d love to - it’s simply not the luxury I have. I’ve got to stop the end of the world, otherwise everyone is going to be dead in four days, don’t you get it?” Five asked, a waterfall of emotions pushing at the inner sides of his chest, waiting to be set loose and consume everything on its way.

You were quietly listening to his explanation and taking it all in whilst still trying to fight off the suspicion and disbelief that were nagging at your every cell.

“I wanted to keep you safe because I couldn’t bear to lose you again,” his voice trembled a little as the memories of his post-apocalypse life washed over his mind, “The last 45 years have been a fucking nightmare.”

“I’d find it way more believable if you stopped crushing my ribs for starters,” you muttered through clenched teeth and immediately felt the pressure taken off your chest, precious and very much needed oxygen starting to flow through your system the way it should again.

Five got up and offered his hand to help you on your feet as a gesture to show you that he didn’t see you as an enemy and placed trust in you. You took his hand and steadied yourself awkwardly, still slightly disoriented and light-headed.

“I don’t know what the Handler told you but I do know she’s exceptional at manipulating,” Five added as he looked you right in the eye, “Christ, and you’re so naive, always have been. Most days it’s truly adorable but sometimes, Y/N, it really doesn’t work in your favor,” as the words escaped his lips, his gaze became noticeably softer; his expression blossoming with tenderness towards you.

“Prove it. Prove that you care.”

Five chuckled and shook his head, simultaneously annoyed and amused at your stubbornness. The atmosphere between you was shifting and you couldn’t help but notice the familiar overwhelming feeling of comfort and peace enveloping your person from head to toe. You’ve forgotten what it felt like being around Five, and now you were finally getting to remember. At home.

He slipped his hand into the pocket of his uniform shorts and pulled out a grape-sized plastic figure of a golden retriever.

“You gave me this a few days before I jumped and got stuck in the future. I carried it with me all the way. This silly trinket was the only thing I had left of you, the only thing that reminded me you were still out there waiting for me. Kept me going,” he shrugged casually as if it wasn’t important at all which it absolutely was.

“Five, c’mere! Look what I found!” you called for him as you were sitting on the floor surrounded by all sorts of useless crap. You were in the middle of decluttering your bedroom when a little figure of a dog caught your eye, it was the breed that Five was especially fond of and you knew he secretly dreamed of getting a puppy of his own as soon as he was out of the house.

“What’s that?” he asked, unimpressed.

“It’s a doggie! He wants to be your friend,” you replied, playing with your accent a little, rolling you “r”s and shifting the flow of your words to sound more Scottish or ... Russian. God knows where you were going with it but you tended to butcher your accent for fun quite a lot.

“Y/N, are you twelve?”

“His name is Mr.Pennycrumb and he’s gonna look after you whenever I’m not around,” you said with utmost confidence and gave him a wide smile, putting the trinket into Five’s pocket, clearly very proud of yourself and still committed to your silly accent performance, “Treat him well.”

Five scoffed and shrugged.

“Whatever.”

“So did he?” you asked, staring at the goddamn toy as tears were slowly welling up in your eyes.

“What?”

“Did he do a good job looking after you while I wasn’t around?” your gaze finally met Five’s as the realization in his own eyes was starting to sink in. A pained smile touched the corners of his mouth, and you could see Five genuinely struggle to maintain his tough facade.

“Yeah. He did.”

Without saying a word, you stepped closer and rested your cheek on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him, this time with no hostility or murderous intention. If you had to be perfectly honest with yourself, you’d admit you could never find it in you to actually hurt Five, let alone killing him. Both of you knew that way too well.

He returned the hug and pulled you closer, burying his nose in your hair and then planting a quick innocent kiss on the top of your head. Feeling the warmth radiating from you was enough to make him relax further into your embrace, his eyes now closed shut and his breathing steady and deep.

It didn’t last for as long as you’d like, though, a big loud bang from downstairs making you both flinch and pull away from each other, breaking your fragile bubble of comfort and calm in an instant.

“Shit, Hazel and Cha-Cha,” Five whispered, concern and worry crawling back onto his features. He briefly looked at you, and you simply nodded, non-verbally confirming that you were willing to help and were no longer part of the Handler’s plan.

The two of you were going to talk all about that later. His years alone, his and your own involvement with the Commission, the end of the world and loads more.

Of course, right in this moment neither of you could possibly know that your friendship was, in fact, a gateway into a lifelong partnership but you were bound to find out eventually. And the journey you two were about to begin as soon as the apocalypse was dealt with and gone was going to be magnificent.

[arce-elliot]

Magnus Archives - First Impressions (126-150)

Season 4 is a doozy, but we’re gonna make it through I swear. As usual, as an intro, I had about 75% of the show already spoiled for me and now I’m getting through it and recording my initial comments. Here we gooooo

EP 126 (Sculptor's Tool): - good lord lady leave Gabriel alone he's just trying to learn - ah yes Sannikov Land, my favorite amusement park, I hear their rollercoasters are killer - it's nice that Martin has a pet, even if it is just a tape recorder - hey Peter kick rocks EP 127 (Remains to be Seen): - Ah yes, another letter to Jimmy Magnet - "I want that tree obliterated" - alkjflaskdf this poor random man - Basira's trying that's something - EXCUSE YOU RAT MAN - basIRA TF U DOIN EP 128 (Heavy Goods): - JON LEVELLED UP NICE - and so ends the story of our little cockney couriers :C EP 129 (Submerged) - God can Martin and Jon please be friends again I'm suffering - as someone who lives in a hurricane area this is funny EP 130 (Meat): - wonder what entity this episode's about -  AYYYY GERTRUDE - meat pit meat piet meat pit - lmao as much as I rag on Gertrude she's great EP 131 (Flesh): - Jon just casually chopping his fingers off, what an opening - "Melanie I'm trying to chop off my fingers get out of my room" - "I need the Boneturner" "Well guess what buddy it's your lucky day" - "is it gonna hurt" IT'S YOUR RIBS, YOU STUPID MAN, OF COURSE IT'S GONNA HURT EP 132 (Entombed): - COFFIN TIME MOTHERFUCKERS - "i think i'm stuck" just keep digging, just keep digging, just keep digging digging digging - guess y'all are just gonna be roommates now - thank GOD now someone get them some damn water EP 133 (Dead Horse): - father son camping we love to see it - okay but "Everchase" sounds badass - can everyone get along for FIVE MINUTES EP 134 (Time of Revelation): - O O F MARTIN'S INTRO HURT ME PHYSICALLY - oh hey Adelard what's good - New Fear Unlocked! - damn that's a lot of bodies - I'm super interested in this fear study we're getting into - Martin yelling at a full ass avatar is hilarious - OH WAIT MARTIN LEFT THE RECORDERS AWWWWW EP 135 (Dark Matter): - time to go back to spaaaaace - that's an old ass tree - YOOOO THEY JUST TRAPPED SOME RANDOM DUDE ON THIS R O C K E T??????? THAT'S FUCKED OH MY GOOOOOD - Elias is such a s h i t EP 136 (The Puppeteer): - why are we all babysitting daisy she's grown - LMAO JON QUIT COMPELLING EVERYONE - spiiiiider tiiiiiime - jon and daisy being buddies now is actually v nice EP 137 (Nemesis): - OH is this the statement that Gertrude had sent over? Did she record it and just never send it back? - MURDER SHIP MURDER SHIP - nice try Slaughter better luck nex- well just nice try I guess - I mean hey Gertrude was right I guess - they DID have to blow up the Unknowing from the inside - also awwww Gertrude's attached to the lil emo man - ERIC DELANO MENTION I know we're approaching that episode and I am not ready actually EP 138 (The Architecture of Fear): - FINALLY THIS MOTHERFUCKER - lmao what a sad old man, him and leitner would be friends - damn I sure hope Jonah doesn't become an avatar of the eye, that would surely suck EP 139 (Chosen): - AYYYY AGNES! - DIY messiah - I feel so bad for Agnes - Jon is so upset about Martin :C EP 140 (The Movement of the Heavens): - "some weird monster disease" - comet boy's a zombie now, nice - YES THE RIB SCENE - Basira and Jon are gonna kill Santa EP 141 (Doomed Voyage): - oh this is a good title seeing as we were JUST planning to go somewhere - LMAO POOR BASIRA - Jon: my tape recorder senses are tingling - OH SPIRAL? - GOOD POINT JONATHAN!!!! Like I love Basira but he's right, they all can't keep wanting him to use his powers and then also being mad at him for not being human - In the same vein they can't keep praising Gertrude and then getting mad when he acts like her EP 142 (Scrutiny): - "I need to speak to a manager" - Martin: I've decided I am the manager now - "he look like shit? ah that's Jonathan" - awww this poor lady - "no one talks to me anymore" Martin that's not fair you're literally avoiding everyone EP 143 (Heart of Darkness): - there's seeing and then there's Seeing - "eye's peeled" LMAO - ayyyy astrophysics lady - jonny boy please stop trying to look at entity shit it hurts ur eyeballs - AYYY HELEN HOW ARE YOU - helen's just like "did you have fun with your playdate? okay go get your sister and get in the car, I'm making pot roast for dinner" EP 144 (Decrypted): - AYYY NUMBER STATIONS - I diagnose you with doom - Martin stop being a shit EP 145 (Infectious Doubts): - GERTRUDE IS INCREDIBLE AHHH - Gertrude: Banishment ritual complete Mother of Puppets: What was that? Gertrude: Banishment ritual? Mother of Puppets: Say it again, slow, just the first word Gertrude: ...Banishment- Mother of Puppets, binding her to Agnes: Wrong EP 146 (Threshold): - Door Time Door Time - OH IT'S THIS KID - okay funny haha aside I'm trying to be forgiving here but everyone constantly ragging on Jon and making excuses for everyone else is gross EP 147 (Weaver): - I SAID TO LEAVE THIS DUMP ALONE - hehe nice Daisy - stop wanting Jon to use his power and then get mad when it drains him for the love of GOD make up your MINDS - Annabelle is terrifying bye EP 148 (Extended Surveillance): - okay Basira is on my nerves rn but this is pretty great get his ass - god I can't believe I'm saying this but I miss Elias, Ben Meredith is a treasure - god I know why people say to take this season slowly it drains you - AUTO-CANNIBALISM, AMAZING EP 149 (Concrete Jungle): - love Professor Mansplain - okay to be fair if I saw a little stone snake I would also pick it up - I'm starting to feel like Martin like "OKAY PETER I GET IT THE EXTINCTION IS REAL" - "maybe he just needs some help" THEN WHY DON'T YOU HELP  HIM, MARTIN?? - lmao martin can go ghost now EP 150 (Cul-De-Sac): - "life is hard" me too Herman me too - the MOOSE - i miss when Jon and Melanie would actually get along sometimes rip

[bowl-of-shortness]

YEEEEEEE hope you don't mind me dropping by with another prompt 🙈 this community has gone all but dormant, thank you for keeping us fed, Vix 😆😂 for the prompt!

N!Qrow and N!Oz on their first date perhaps? 👀

:)

Autumn Ease

He checked his scroll for what seemingly was the billionth time, trying to wrap his head around his situation. “How— I just—.” Qrow was stunned, confused, nervous, and excited all at once. He had just scored a date with probably the prettiest and most lovely man alive, him. Of all people for this absolutely stunning man to choose, he chose him.

“Remember Love, 7:30 pm, Dress casually, so on and so forth. I can’t wait to see you!” Read the text that Ozpin had sent him. He flushed again slightly at the nickname. He checked the clock, 6:50 pm, this was actually happening.

He was just as excited as he was petrified, Ozpin, in basically every regard, was better than he was. Qrow saw himself as below average, and while Ozpin disagreed with that notion it was still difficult to feel confident when the constant voices in the back of his mind from his past kept saying otherwise. Should he even go?

Qrow quickly shook the thought “Of course I’ll go. What kind of dick would I be to ask him on a date and then never show?”. Remembering to dress casual he threw on a pair of black jeans, shoes, and a red shirt and checked the clock again, 7:20pm.

The doorbell rang suddenly causing him to jump, answering the door Qrow saw that it was Glynda “Pfft, what are you doing here Blondie?” He joked. Glynda wasn’t amused “Here to make sure you don’t dip on Oz at the last minute. I know how you and your confidence are.” The noirett looked down. “I just don’t get why he would choose me of all people-“ “Because it’s his choice and he loves you Qrow, and you can’t change that, remember?” Glynda cut him off.

Qrow sighed, “Fine come in Glyn, I won’t be here for long, I’ve got 5 minutes before Ozzy shows up. You know how he is with time management.” Glynda laughed at this “Always on the dot.”. The two talked for a little bit, Glynda raising Qrow’s confidence because “goddamnit I didn’t spend all these years wingwomaning for you two morons for you to dip out on eachother.”

And then the doorbell rang, Qrow, once again cautiously opened it to see Ozpin standing there. The taller man was wearing his usual trench coat but instead had a yellow V neck with grey jeans and slip ons on, his hair was tied into a bun too, he looked...nice. The noirett snickered at the silverett “Can’t you go anywhere without the damn trench coat?” Ozpin raised an eyebrow and smiled “If I recall Birdie, aren’t you the one who gifted it to me?” “Yeah but I wasn’t expecting you to wear it all the time.” The shorter man shrugged.

“Well I like it, plus it’s October and it’s the evening, so it’s a bit chillier. Now then, are you ready to go?” Ozpin smiled down gently at Qrow, an action that caused Qrow to give an almost unnoticeable blush at “Yeah, I’m ready.”

— Time skip —

Qrow raised his eyebrows at where they were standing before turning to Ozpin and smiling, “Never took you for the diner type Ozzy.” “Likewise.” He always was fun to have conversations with, being able to keep up with Qrow’s banter. They step inside the diner, it’s small, but cozy, shades of yellow, orange, and rusty red coat the diner, making it appear to be warm, physically it was just as warm. After ordering their food, Ozpin ordering a simple order of eggs, hash browns, and pancakes and Qrow ordering biscuits and gravy, they went and sat down in a booth.

Ozpin hung up his Trenchcoat before sitting down and looking to Qrow, “Well, Birdie? What do you think?” He looked over from the window he was looking out “Nice and cozy, I like it. Just like you~” he smirked when he said the last part, knowing what was coming next. Like usual Ozpin blushed bright red and immediately started stuttering out protests in Qrow’s direction, the silver haired man could never take a compliment without blushing like a tomato and it was absolutely adorable.

“Putting your adorable blushing face aside,” Qrow started, Ozpin blushing further at the comment “Learn anything new recently?” The taller necromancers look of embarrassment turned to surprise. “You, like to listen to me talk about things I’ve learned?” Ozpin said slowly, Qrow smiled gently “Well, yeah, from what it sounds like you know everything! It’s nice to listen to you go in depth about the meanings of things, like those deck cards you were talking about with Oscar one time. It’s interesting when it’s coming from you. Plus...” “Plus?” The silverett questioned, the noirett turned with a mischievous smirk “It’s nice to listen to your accent.”. Ozpin sighed “You never change, doing everything in your power to make me red faced and embarrassed.��

There was silence for a little bit, Ozpin looking down at the table while Qrow stared him, admiring the man before him. “Y’know I was serious, I mean I always am but I mean something different with that compliment.” He leaned back and closed his eyes. “What do you mean then?” He heard Ozpin’s voice say, “I mean, your voice is soothing, not just to Oscar. You have a gentle voice and accent that makes it very easy to listen to every word you say. And fall asleep but that’s besides the point haha. Not to mention your singing voice, if it weren’t for that I think I’d be in more trouble than I am right now with my nightmares.” He hadn’t even realized he was rambling until he finished, he didn’t mind though. He opened one eye to see Ozpin staring at him with surprise, “I-I see...I’m glad you enjoy my voice” Ozpin played with his gloves a bit while smiling.

“Notice how I didn’t mention anything about your serious voice?~” he smirked at the taller man once more. “And here I thought you were going to get sentimental on me.” Ozpin crossed his arms and pouted, a dusty pink crossing his cheeks.

After the two necromancers had finished their food they spoke to eachother some more until their check arrived, which they promptly fought over until they decided to simply split the check. As they walked down the street they were met with a bit of a conundrum. Ozpin thought for a minute “Ah, this may seem selfish to request but it seems we finished dinner a bit earlier than I originally suspected. So, if you don’t mind—“ Qrow knowing what he was asking simply said “Sure, we can do this for a bit longer.” Ozpin sighed with relief. With that Ozpin bowed slightly, putting one arm behind his back and extending his other hand out to Qrow before speaking “Well then, shall we take a walk my love?”

Qrow blushed at this “You’re such a dork Ozzy.” and took Ozpin hand. The taller necromancer playfully scoffed slightly at this, “I’m just being polite love.” “Yep, and your politeness makes you look like an adorable dork.” Qrow gently sassed back. The silverett rolled his eyes as they walked down the sidewalk. It was a cool, crisp night, the route they had taken had been one of the more scenic ones, having lamps light the street with tall red maples blanketing the area, only letting a few glimpses of the indigo, star littered, sky peek through. It was by all means lovely and Qrow listened intently to how Ozpin talked about nothing and everything at the same time.

As they were walking, the noirett watched their surroundings in ease, the place was beautiful. Of course Ozpin would know where a place like this would be, that’s just like him. Speaking of the taller necromancer, Qrow soon noticed he wasn’t walking next to him. He whipped his head around in every which direction until he spotting that familiar mass of silver hair, looking into a window.

Approaching Ozpin, Qrow peered into the window curious as to what could’ve caught the attention of the taller man. He was surprised by what he saw, Ozpin had been looking into a bakery, specifically, he had been eyeing a chocolate cake. “Y’know, you can just ask if we can get it.” He laughed, causing the taller man to jump, “A-ah it’s okay. We don’t have to. I was just looking!” He could tell Ozpin was trying to play it off like he didn’t want it. He’s known Ozpin for a while though and knew he had a special place in his heart for sweets of any kind. He laughed and shook his head and then headed inside the bakery without Ozpin. He paid for the cake, which although had been on the pricier side, was worth getting just to see the silverett be happy.

“You didn’t have to...“ Ozpin began “Eh, I wanted to. Plus it’s not like I’m not getting any either, and if I get to eat a cake at least I get to eat it with you.” He smiled up at Ozpin warmly as the necromancer cocked an eyebrow “And you call me the dork.” “Hey!”. Qrow feigned hurt at the comment as Ozpin laughed, oh how he adored that laugh. Qrow, seeing how dark the sky was, checked his scroll; 10:13 pm “Guess we should get home and enjoy the cake soon, it’s getting late.” He sighed, quietly distraught at the time. He wanted to enjoy more time with the taller man but he had work in the morning.

“My apologies, I didn’t expect our date to turn from too short to too long.” Ozpin looked ashamed, over what Qrow didn’t know. “Why are you sorry? I enjoyed it, now c’mon let’s go before neither of us want to get up in the morning!” He gently shoved the silverett along. Once they had arrived at the silver haired mans house and eaten some of the cake, Qrow promptly collected his things and sadly made his way to the door.

He turned around “So, I mentioned how I enjoyed our time together. How about you Ozzy?” Ozpin looked surprised before he smiled warmly and walked up to Qrow, “I did enjoy it greatly, thank you.”. As he walked outside onto the porch, Qrow decided to take a gamble and ask his new boyfriend a question, what else could he lose? “You mind if we do this again?”. Ozpin decided to take a gamble of his own and lean down to give a quick peck on the lips to the shorter man, “Goodnight my love.” He simply said before gently closing the door.

Qrow stood there for a minute. Beet red, he gently touched his lips in the spot that Ozpin had kissed him and smiled. The walk home had been better than most, Qrow smiling the entire way like a fool over the kiss and having butterflies over it. Meanwhile, once Ozpin had made sure that Qrow had left, the silver haired necromancer started jumping with joy that he did that. “I did that! Did you see that Ozpin he smiled afterwards!” Ozpin thought excitedly while jumping up and down a little bit.

Both men went to sleep incredibly happy.

Each of them were absolutely smitten with the other.

[daydreamingsora-fics]

Can you do Karasuno and any other team with a R manager who looks really masculine? Like tall, buff, deep voice, etc. The first time they meet is when someone comes in and is like "this is your new manager" or smth. And the team mistakes R for a male. I don't want R to be insecure about it, I want her to be confident with it!😂 Please and thank you!! Don't do it if you don't want to!😄

A reader manager who looks masculine

A/N: This request is unique hahaha! I got excited while typing this because idk, it suites my tastes. I also didn’t expect this to be this long but oh well haha! anws, here’s your request! I hope you enjoy it and thank you for requesting. \(￣︶￣*\))\

A/N2: It’s already 3:40 AM LMAOOO and I can’t sleep that’s why I decided to finish writing this []~(￣▽￣)~*

~sky Karasuno, Seijou and Fukurodani

KARASUNO

The first time Kiyoko introduced you to the team made the boys stopped from practicing.

All of them gathered around you and were looking at you with a confused look.

They got even more confused when Kiyoko said you are their new recruited manager because they thought why would they have a guy manager.

but when Kiyoko said your name, everyone are shock, even tsukki is lowkey shock because you have a feminine name.

However, Kageyama was not shocked because of your feminine name, he was surprised because he expected you to join the taekwando club.

Kageyama was like “Oh, Y/N, I thought you joined taekwando club?”

“I want decided to laylow while I’m in highschool so that I can focus more on acads”

Everyone was more shock because you and Kageyama are talking.

But they are more shock with your deep voice, your voice is deeper than Asahi’s.

“Y-you know each other?” Nishinoya asked you and Kageyama.

“yeah she’s my classmate”

“SHE?!?!”

“You’re a girl?! I thought you’re a guy!” Hinata said to you with a shock face then Daichi scolds Hinata.

“Oi! don’t say that to her!”

“It’s okay I’m used to it” you assured Daichi.

It’s not new to you because even way back in childhood, a lot of people mistaken you as a male.

You were insecure before when you were a kid because the other kids were like teasing you as a giant.

 But as you grew older, you become confident with it, you are like “idgaf of what you are saying”. 

You used your privilege and attended taekwando, so that if someones tries to bully you, you’ll give them a wack on their faces. lmao I’m just kidding.

For you being tall and having a deep voice is your favorite trait you had because people will know you.

Anyways, the third years would be protective over you.

They are the “protect Y/N at all cost”- squad, even when the lower years would ask you questions like “why is you voice so deep” or “why not grow you hair long”. 

The third years would be like “STOP BULLYING HER” meanwhile you’ll just answer them

Hinata and Noya are high key salty with your height lmao (￣y▽,￣)╭ 

Hinata highkey wants to be friends with you because you’re different to others like he’s curious while Yamaguchi is just lowkey because he is awkward. my cute bby,

Tanaka and Nishinoya are boasting on the other teams of having a tall manager and they’re happy because they can see Kiyoko talking and smiling. 

The third years will always give you compliments and they are always simping on you.

AOBA JOHSAI

It’s a little weird because you are recruited by their head coach. 

You are his niece and actually agreed to him of being the manager of seijou. 

Well anyways, you just agreed to meet him at the gym after your classes so that you will be properly introduce to the team.

So when you arrived to the gym, you were welcomed by a confused team that’s looking at you. 

But then the third years were like “Oikawa is this one of your fans?” “Is this your new girlfriend?” 

And you were like “Oikawa? who’s that person?” “I’m single pls”

When they heard your voice they are shock because damn that voice is deep for a girl like you. 

They didn’t expect to a girl like you to have a deep voice.

For them, you look like a shy tall girl that look lost in the gym but they didn’t know that you act manlier than Oikawa.

So when they heard your voice the first years thought, to be specific Kindaichi, you’re a man that is cross-dressed.

So Kindaichi asked you “Are you a boy that’s cross-dressed in girl’s uniform?”

The team looked at Kindaichi with wide eyes, they all went speechless. 

Even you, you’re too shock  to say something, it’s not your first time to be mistaken as a guy.

But people only mistaken you as man when they only heard your deep voice and also when you had a pixie cut during your middle school year.

That’s why you decided to grow your hair again. 

You were back to reality when Oikawa speak up and defended you or more on like starting to be flirty with you.

“Now, now, Kindaichi, that’s not nice of you to say that to a beautiful lady like her”

He doesn’t care about your deep voice and you being manly, if he wants to flirt with you he will. 

He will introduce himself and gives you cheesy pick up lines like:

“are you an alien? because you abducted my heart” ” 

The the whole team rolled their eyes then the third years just sighed while Kindaichi, and Yahaba looked at Oikawa with nothing but hatred.

All of them so done with their captain flirting around the girls. 

Iwaizumi was about to walk over to you and Oikawa but suddenly stopped when you answered Oikawa back. 

"are you a garbage? because i want to throw you away” 

With that comeback, everyone started laughing with the third years having the loudest laugh. 

Matsukawa and Hanamaki praises you saying that you’re cool and wanted to be friend with you so that they have a new ally against Oikawa while Iwaizumi looked at you with an amuse look and a smirk. 

In the middle of their laughing, their head coach enters the gym and saw you.

All of them stopped laughing and greeted their coach, same with you, you greeted the coach which is your uncle.

“Oh, Y/N glad you make it.” 

Everyone was confused again because the coach knows you and greeted you back. 

But their confused look were replaced with a shock expression when the coach properly introduces you to the team.

“This is Y/N, your new manager and my niece” 

Oikawa was the most shocked because he flirted with his coach’s niece lmao. 

While his fellow teammates are now trying to hold their laughter because their captain is dumbed af. 

When they went to the court, the third years went to him and teases him.

“So, coach’s niece huh?”  (¬‿¬) Hanamaki said

“You need to be nice to us, Oikawa, if you don’t want us to tell our coach how you tried to flirt with Y/N earlier” Matsukawa then said.

FUKURODANI

Yukie was the one who introduces you to the team. 

When they first saw you their reaction are like “huh? the new manager is a guy?”

All of them are confuse except for their captain.

Bokuto was all excited because for the first time they’ll be having a male manager.

He was like “Wow! a male manager, amazing!” 

You just chuckled while Yukie was lowkey panicking while waving her hands to the team. 

“Y/n is not a guy, she’s just tall and all”

When Bokuto heard that, he looked at you with a pouty expression. lol such a big baby. 

“Aww I thought she’s a guy” 

The team facepalmed and Akaashi step then apologizes in behalf of Bokuto lmao.

But you were like “Oh it’s okay, I’m used to being mistaken as a guy, no worries”

When they heard your voice, they are amaze and like “woah”

Even Akaashi who’s good in controlling his expression was amaze and accidentally blurted his comment about your voice out loud. 

“w-wow, your voice is so deep- I’m sorry for that” 

You laughed about it and told that for you, your voice is your charm. 

Bokuto looks at you for a while and gotten curious about your sports because you’re tall and have an athletic body. 

“Y/n can I ask you a question? What’s your sports before?”

You looked at him and answered that you play volleyball in your middle school. 

He got excited when heard about it and even his teammate got lowkey excited. 

He asked about your position in volleyball and you answered wing spiker which made the captain more excited. 

While Akaashi had already expected of you being the wing spiker of your team.

For him, if you’re not the wing spiker, you will be the middle blocker because you’re tall af. 

Anyways, Bokuto asked you why you didn’t continue volleyball this high school.

and you were like “I want to focus more on my academics because I want to get in to nice university but I still want to have an extracurricular activity so I just joined as a manager” 

With that Bokuto asked you to sometimes play with him. 

Akaashi tried to stop the captain and apologize to you again but you agreed to it and made Bokuto happy.

Well, you actually also made the whole team lowkey excited because they can play with you. 

[wandaromanova]

Little Sister

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: one cuss word, minor BW spoilers

A/N: hello! i’d like to note that this takes place sometime before the events in the Black Widow movie! if you haven’t seen the movie yet, please skip over this story and come back later if you’d like! happy reading <3

anon requested: hiii i have a fluff request after seeing bw haha: could you do nat x fem reader where they're laying in bed snuggling, and r asks her about her family and nat tells her and r notices how cute she looks when she's talking about yelena and it's so soft and ahhhh

Summary: Natasha tells her girlfriend about a piece of her past that she never talks about; her sister.

Word Count: 2K

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Natasha Romanoff has lived a lot of lives. She has been through more than most.

Nat had been taken as an infant by an organization that trained little girls to become lethal assassins.

She was psychologically conditioned to become a killer, having taken more lives than she could count.

Eventually, Natasha had managed to break free from the cage she was forced into and was recruited as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent; it was a new start for her, an opportunity to compensate for the red in her ledger.

So, Natasha took her job seriously, saving as many people as she could, even more so when she became an Avenger; one of earth’s mightiest heroes.

Natasha found something in the team that she never really had before; a family. She found a home within the dysfunctional team she had been recruited into.

Not only did Natasha find a family within the Avengers; she also found the love of her life.

Natasha hadn’t even considered the possibility of ever finding love.

For starters, the Red Room had instilled the concept that love was nothing but a distraction; a liability.

She had been taught that love was for children and it was nothing but a weakness that needed to be avoided at all costs.

She was quite literally programmed to be emotionally closed off and to always have her guard up. Letting someone into her heart was a risk she didn’t want to take.

When Natasha gained her independence from the organization, she had to do a lot of self-discovering. She had never been able to be her own person, but now that she could, she quickly learned that she didn’t even know herself.

However, it was Natasha’s insecurities that truly turned her off from the entire idea of love.

How could any ever possibly love her? She thought she was a monster for the things she’d done. She has done the unspeakable since ever she was a child.

What if she wasn’t enough? What if her baggage was too much for someone else to carry? She didn’t want to be a burden. She didn’t want to have to protect someone, just to fail them like she had failed so many others.

Natasha was positive that no one would ever be crazy enough to love her.

Little did she know, she would end up finding someone crazy enough to do so; you.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

When the Avengers were formed, you were extremely nervous about it.

All of the files that you’ve read on your new teammates were unbelievable; they were all phenomenal in their own rights. A super-soldier, a god, a genius, a trained-spy.

You were a spy yourself, so you knew exactly who Natasha Romanoff was. She was a S.H.I.E.L.D legend, the best of the best.

You were more nervous about meeting her than anyone else. What if she judged you? What if she didn’t think you were good enough to be an agent, let alone an Avenger?

Not only was she your superior, but she was also your crush. Yeah, you’d never even met the woman before, but you were crushing on her hard.

She was drop-dead gorgeous, but also quite literally a deadly force. Natasha could easily take down anyone she wanted to, and honestly, you wanted to be one of those lucky people.

When you met Natasha for the first time, you were a flustered mess. The redhead found it amusing, how your cheeks turned a bright shade of red and you stumbled over your words as you praised her work.

Natasha never told you this, but she was immediately smitten the moment she laid eyes on you.

There was a kindness and positivity that just radiated off of you and it was extremely contagious.

You were this beaming ball of light that lit up the darkest parts of her soul.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

You got to know Natasha extremely well while being on the team. From observing her closely and paying very close attention to her actions, you had managed to pick up on little things.

She didn’t put any creamer or sugar in her sugar; opting for strong, black coffee.

She was kind of a clean freak. If she saw something out of place, she would be quick to put it in the correct place or position.

When she was happy, she would let a small smirk cross her features. When she was annoyed, she would raise her eyebrows.

When she was stressed out or angry, three little creases would appear on her forehead as her eyebrows would knit together tightly; a subtle frown on her face.

Of course, when you began dating the redhead, you didn’t really have to survey her so closely anymore because she’d tell you things herself.

No matter the circumstances, Natasha would always come to you and rant about it. Whether it was about how shitty a mission went or how she beat Clint’s ass during training; you were the only person she wanted to tell.

Natasha had opened up to you, something she never did with anyone. She told you all about her past.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

You had some knowledge of Natasha’s previous life, considering it was in her files, but you didn’t realize just how horrible her childhood truly was.

The Red Room, the heavy weight of guilt that rests on her shoulders, the nightmares that forced her to relive the murders she committed, her time as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, and becoming an Avenger.

She’d go on and on about her road to redemption or ‘clearing the red out of her ledger.’

Natasha was terrified when she told you about her demons. She figured you were going to leave her the second she finished talking, waiting for you to get up and walk out the door, but you didn’t.

So, you completely caught her off guard when you pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, placing a soft kiss onto her temple, the redhead relaxing in your embrace.

“You’re the strongest person I know. It’s not your fault, you were forced and conditioned to do the things you did.”

Natasha focused on the sound of your voice and took in your words as you softly caressed her red locks with one hand.

“Baby, the amount of respect I have for you is immeasurable. I applaud you for turning your life around for the better. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Your words had brought tears to Natasha’s eyes, which was a rare occurrence.

She was expecting you to run for the hills, but you chose to pull her closer instead.

In that moment, Natasha knew she never had to be afraid of love again.

You were the most understanding and accepting person she’d ever met.

You would never judge her for her worst mistakes; Natasha had found the one for her and she wasn’t ever going to let go.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

Now, a few months later and a year into your relationship with the Russian, you were both lying in bed and cuddling.

You were both watching a movie when a particular scene came on. It was of a family gathering around a Christmas tree, children excitedly opening up presents with gleeful smiles across their faces.

“You know, my sister and I got to take pictures with a Christmas tree once.” Natasha spoke, her eyes fixated on the screen.

You looked up at her in shock. You didn’t know that Natasha had a sister. She told you that she didn’t even so much as know her parent’s names.

Natasha looked down and noticed your confused expression. She reached for the remote on the bedside table and paused the movie before returning her gaze to you.

“There was a mission I was assigned to in Ohio, as a kid. I was assigned to play the daughter of two other Russian spies, Alexei and Melina. It wasn’t just me though, there was a little girl who was assigned as my younger sister. Her name is Yelena.”

Natasha had a reminiscent, happy smile on her face as she recalled the brief period time of her childhood. She looked absolutely adorable as she rambled on about this part of her childhood.

“We took photoshoots of various holidays to make our family look more realistic. My favorite one was Christmas. Even though I knew they were just empty boxes, I wanted to rip open every single one.”

Natasha let out a small giggle at the thought. Even though she had a smile on her face, you could feel and hear the underlying tone of sadness in her voice.

“Yelena and I would spend hours outside, just playing together. Swinging on the swing-sets, looking up at the stars, bending over backward, and getting into a ridiculous competition to see who could hold the position the longest… I always let her win.”

You could see the fondness in her eyes, the longing. It warmed your heart that there was a small glimmer of light in Natasha’s past. There was at least a sliver of hope that she clung tightly onto throughout her time in the Red Room.

“After 3 years, the mission ended. Yelena and I were sent back to the Red Room and were torn apart from one another.

Natasha’s breathing grew heavier as she recalled the unfaithful day. The sight of her sister being taken, and not being able to do anything to help her; still haunted the redhead to this day.

“There were so many men with guns and armor, they literally ripped us away from each other. I was eleven and she was only six.”

Your heart sunk at your girlfriend’s words as her smile dropped. She tore her eyes away from yours as she blinked rapidly, fighting back tears, but failed. You reached your hand up to her cheek and wiped away the fallen droplets.

“I haven’t seen her since. I’d like to think that she found a way out and got a life of her own; a nice, happy life.”

Natasha placed her hand on top of yours before looking down at you once more. You sent her a soft smile when she let out a shaky breath.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I knew that the it was all fake, but it was still the best part of my childhood. It was real to me.”

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You nodded your head at her words. She took a brief pause, trying to regain her composure, before continuing.

“Even if we have no true relation to one another, and even if I haven’t seen her in years, she is still my little sister.”

Natasha finished off with a big gasp as sobs wracked her body. You sat up from her embrace and pulled her into your arms, just like you had many times before.

You rubbed her back soothingly as she cried into your shoulder, her tears hitting the exposed skin.

“She sounds amazing, baby. I’m really happy that you had some sort of happiness back then and I hope one day you get to see her again.”

You whispered and Natasha pulled away from the hug, still in your arms as her emerald eyes surrounded by a sea of red, a result of her crying.

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“I doubt she’d even want to see me. I didn’t even try to find her. I’m a horrible sister! I-“

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You immediately pressed your lips against hers, effectively getting the Russian to calm down. You broke the kiss when her breathing slowed.

“Honey, of course, she’d want to see you again. Like you said, you guys are sisters. I’m positive that it was just as real to her as it was to you.”

You reassured your girlfriend, her eyes a pool of worry and guilt. You rubbed your thumb against her waist, the material of your her hoodie beneath your touch.

“From what you’ve told me about the Red Room, it would’ve been impossible to find her. Stop beating yourself up over it. You’re the best, and I’m totally not biased or anything.”

Natasha let out a small chuckle at that and you smiled at her, wiping away the last of her tears. She collapsed into your hold further, shoving her face into the crook of your neck.

“Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much.”

Natasha’s words came out muffled as her face pressed further into your skin.

“You never need to thank me for anything. I’ll always be here for you, Natty.”

You hugged her as tight as you possibly could, her cold skin meeting your warmth. Natasha let out a small sigh at the feeling.

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“Wherever you go, I go.”

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[princesskokichi]

Shuichi, Kiibo and Chihiro getting flustered because of their s/o!

Heyaa! This request is so cute!! I loved to write it🙈💕 that's probably why I had to shorten it a bit, haha~ I hope you enjoy, dear Anon!

Mod Shuichi💕

[S H U I C H I]

- Shuichi was having a nice chat with Kaito in the hallway, not suspecting anything.

- But guess what? He should have. He totally should have. Why? because you were quietly following both Kaito and Shuichi and patiently waited for an opportunity to sneak attack your boyfriend.

- And then again- why would you do that? Well, you can't help, but feel the need to tease him a little bit with his height. 

- Don't get me wrong Shuichi wasn't small- 

- You were just simply taller than him and if this isn't enough reason, what else is?

- You waited behind a wall, peeked around the corner then took a very deep breath and started sneaking towards your not-suspecting-anything boyfriend. 

- You put your arms around him and picked him up bridal style and spinned him around for a second you thought Kaito would choke on his own laughter, but you were more interested in Shuichis reaction. 

- You stopped spinning around and looked down at your boyfriend, who wore a very confused expression, until looking up to you  then he started blushing heavily. "W-Why did you do that?" he asked, while Kaito was still trying to stop laughing in the back.

 - "Hmm, I just felt like picking up my beloved and spin him around!" you smiled at him and Shuichi slightly rolled his eyes. "I don't quite believe you, you know?" was his only remark as you gently placed him down. 

- "Hey! Do I look like Kokichi?" you crossed your arms. Shuichi laughed, put one hand to his chin and squished his eyes a little. "Hmm, hmm" after a few seconds passed he finally continued. 

- "maybe a little?" Shuichi shrugged and smiled. You pouted at his comment, but you couldn't stay mad at him for long.

 - "I'm going to spin you around again if you tease me, you know!!" You wanted to threaten him and Shuichi chuckled amused in response, but suddenly next to you the finally silent Kaito started laughing again and if he didn't choked on his laughter he either laughs 'till this day or walked home with you two- 

- We will never know-

[K I I B O]

Nobody knows who started this- 

- Okay, actually we all know it, but it became a little challenge to pick up your friends and spin them around without them noticing first and of course, you wanted to start with Kiibo, since he didn't knew any rules he surely won't notice anything, you thought.

- Naturally, you were sneaking up from behind and pick him up bridal style and spin Kiibo around, but to be honest- you haven't really thought that through, cause he was kinda heavy. You know, since he is a robot-

- You barely were able to spin two times and you may have almost dropped him, but his reaction was sooo cute?? and it made everything worth it, 'cause Kiibo, was blushing to the ears plus he tried to hide his face behind his hands and actually you wanted to spin him around more, just to see what would happen, but he was too heavy. 

- You put him down and you took his hands in yours to look at his face and that was even cuter!! Like, who would have known that Kiibo was capable of looking this cute?! Maybe it was because he was smaller than you and the blushing it's just? To be honest, you wanted to repeat it just to see his reaction again!

- "W-why did you do that?" Kiibo asked still pretty flustered. "It's a challenge and I won it!" You proudly told him and that made Kiibo think about something. You didn't knew what, but he was definitely thinking. 

- And then Kiibo suddenly picked YOU up and spinned you around. You were surprised, but hearing him laugh made you laugh too and after your spinning session you two decided your next targets.

[C H I H I R O]

- Chihiro was sitting at his desk working on something you didn't really understood, but oh well- doesn't really matter, 'cause you have seen your friend pick up their friend and spin them around and their reactions were really fun, so you had the urge to do the same to your boyfriend Chihiro!

- "Chihiro?" you called your boyfriend and he turned around almost immediately. "yes? Something the matter?" he asked wearing a nice smile on his face.

- "I know, that may sounds weird, but could you stand up and close your eyes? Please? for me?" You blinked cutesy to look innocent, even though it made you look more suspicious than before, but Chihiro trusted you so he stood up and closed his eyes without questioning anything. 

- "You don't want to ask why?" you giggled, while walking towards him. "No, it's fine, because I trust you" he smiled again and scratched the back of his head. 

- You slowly picked him up and after he opened his eyes to look at you confused and kinda flustered you started spinning around like crazy.

- Chihiro grabbed your shirt and shut his eyes. After a few seconds you stopped and he reopened his eyes, only to see you smiling brightly down at him. Chihiro tilted his head in confusion and your smile grew wider. 

- "I love you, Chihiro" you told him and let him down just to hug him right after. "You blindly trusted me, that's so sweet!! I think im going to cryyyy!" he hugged him a little tighter and he stood on his tiptoes to kiss your cheek. It was kinda hard, since he was much smaller than you.

- "I always trust you" he leaned into your hug and you stood there, hugging each other, for multiple minutes.

[afterthelastreset]

Rules Of One’s Soul Ch9 A Third Player

(Mak belongs to @wasted-church)

Normally when one was coddled like a child, they would cease to be treated such a way, but right now it felt nice being comforted by the much larger darkner. Even if it was like when he would have to hold Lancer and reassure him of anything. So for now, he wouldn't argue and just be content with the taller cat holding him in his lap like this. The peace and quiet of the sheap helped him to calm his usually overhyped mind, and the softness of the cat was really nice. The two were interrupted by the small pattering of feet and soon enough the small mammal, which he could now clearly see looked like some kind of bat thing from the looks of those weird wings. They held an apologetic look. "I can't find food, but I found these." They held up what looked like dark candy in their hands and offered them to the two. "I found better food." Seam sighed. "You couldn't find anything else other than that?" They shook their head. "And why not?"

"Jevil ate the rest this morning. Everthing except my candy stash. I'aspulled hin at hiding" Seam sighed before patting Rouxls on the back and asking. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to eat nothing but sweets would you?" Rouxls didn't answer but he did grumble and move slightly away from Mak making him chuckle. "I suppose not then." Mak shrugged before plopping themself onto the ground, dropping a few candies in the process, and stuffing their face with a few of them. Seam gave a dry chuckle before leaning back into the couch. Rouxls shifting to lean back into him a bit more which made Seam chuckle a bit. "W-Wouldst thou stoppeth that?" "Stop what? I'm doing nothing but relaxing...And taking care of you of course. Ahahaha." Rouxls narrowed his eyes. "That! S-Stop that I-infernal laughing! Tis nay funny!," he shouted voice cracking. Seam chuckled harder, making his body shake. Rouxls grumbled again and asking, "What doth thou findeth so funny?" "It's not often I find things amusing being a humble shopkeeper and all....But when someone overreacts like you do, I can't help but be amused." "Pardon me?! Overreacting tis nay something I do!" He finally pushed himself from against the taller cat and looked up to face this one eyed menace. He chuckled again at Rouxls already flustered and angry face. Making him flush more. "STOP THAT!!" His voice braking made Seam laugh harder and Rouxls gave a sputter of anger. The duke then tried to push himself from the larger darkner's grip only to have a paw gently wrap around his chest and pull him back to the warmth of the soft cotton. Making him give off a very undignified squeal. He could practically feel his face flush a deep purple as the cat continued to laugh at the now struggling, sputtering duke. His legs kicked out barely missing Mak's head by a couple inches, causing the poor stuffed bat to yelp and duck for cover. More candy scattering to the floor from their hold. Rouxls gave off another squeal when Seam finally managed to set him back securely within his iron-like grip. "Thou art to r-release me this instant! I-I shan't be treated l-like a prisoner b-by a commoner!!" "Funny, funny.~ I always assumed you were more, more of a bigger spoon.~" The sudden voice made Rouxls snap up immediately and give out a tiny squeak at the sudden appearance of the floating menace just a little ways from them. He immediately felt his pupils shrink and out of instinct, he leaned away from the smiling imp against Seam's chest. Jevil titled his head curiously, taking in the strange sight before him. Seam slowly cleared his throat gaining Jevil's attention. "Jevil. There's something I need to talk to you about-" "I don't suppose, suppose it has something to do with all this?" He gestured towards Seam who was still holding Rouxls but now in a somewhat more slightly protective way. The worm continued to stare directly at Jevil with a not fear but more of a panic in his eyes. This didn't go unnoticed by the imp when he looked back towards him. Fanged smile slightly fading. "...Did I miss, miss something?" "I would say so. But...I think it'd be better if Rouxls had a chance to get up and stretch his legs for a bit." Before anyone could respond Seam slowly began to sit up from the couch, moving his paws to hook under Rouxls's body. The worm gave a surprised noise when Seam moved him into the bridal position before standing up himself. Jevil tilted his head more and rose a brow as to question as to why Seam was holding HIS desired, but Seam gave him a look to say 'Not right now. Later.' Thankfully, Jevil backed off but didn't stray too far from the strange duo, as Seam turned towards the front of his sheap. He had to carefully step over Mak as they scrambled to pick up and eat the candies they spilt earlier from Rouxls's flailing like a fish caught in a net. Rouxl's making a comment about how unhealthy it was for a child to eat anything off the floor. Jevil followed close behind with the same questioning expression. "I can walk on mine own," Rouxls huffed while in Seam's arms, but it seemed the cat ignored his whining. Ounce they were in the front and away from the child, Seam set Rouxls down on his feet. The worn wobbled a bit, getting use back in his legs after sitting on practically a living cushion for the past hour or so, before regaining balance and standing up straight. Seam watched him for a moment before turning to Jevil who was of course staring at Rouxls with a sultry gaze. "Now what has happened to cause the duke, duke to stumble within your humble, humble home and become situated within your ....arms, arms?," he questioned Seam without really looking at him. Seam only answered with a hum before shifting his one eye back towards Rouxls who was busy straightening himself up, before looking over his shoulder at the two. "I...think I can explain. If the duke here doesn't mind me retelling what had happened-" "I simply p-passed out from static shock," Rouxls insisted crossing his arms over his chest like a pouting child, "A-And then I woketh up on thine filthy sofa where that....that thing-" "Mak." "Mak nearly frightened me to death! I shan't hear a-anymore of the matter!" He looked away with a cough, expecting neither to question his authority. ...He should've know by now. "I'm afraid that's not what happened. And you absolutely know it." Seam's answer silenced Rouxls into a blank stare. His button eye spun a few times before he looked back at the eager awaiting jester and sighed. Reaching up a paw to rub through the tuft of fur around his neck. "Don't know how to begin honestly...You might not like the news I bare." "Oh?" Jevil's smile became more strained as he narrowed his eyes slightly. The sight made Rouxls gulp and fail to suppress a shudder. "Hehe. I can't wait to hear the answer, the answer.~ Now what has happened, happened that would hender my mood..mood?" The old cat sighed before reaching up to rub his face. "Well...To be blunt?..... I believe your friend here-" He nodded towards the still duke. "-has a connection towards someone else. He didn't react too kindly to it I'm afraid ." Silence. Jevil blinked and his smile faded completely instantly. He stared at the cat for what seemed like forever before smiling again and giggling a little. Oh, what a joke. Seam's joking habits were still present after all these years. He looked back towards Seam with an expectancy to see him laugh at any moment when he saw through the joke....But he didn't. Instead Seam sighed again and reached a paw up to rub at his temple. What-? He quickly looked towards Rouxls, expecting a similar reaction, but the worm merely blinked that nervous look back at them. His form tense as they awaited the imp"s answer. They didnt wait too long because when Rouxls didnt answer Jevil swiveled his head back to Seam and laughed. "BWAHAHA!! Funny, funny. A good joke, joke to pull so close and so soon to such a wonderful holiday, holiday. You were always such a silly kidder Seam, Seam." Seam stared back and just sighed again. "No, Jevil. Im not kidding. This isn't a joke." Jevil's smile dropped again. His yellow eyes darted over to the still frozen worm who flinched as the yellow pinpricks studied his form. After a short while of just silent studying he again smiled but this time it seemed a little more strained. But only slightly. He chuckled. "Hehe. So a rival player has entered our game of hearts it seems." His tone made Rouxls shiver it held a almost happy aura but underneath was a slight displeasure. Jevil rubbed his clawed hands together and smiled sweetly at Seam. " And just who might this new player that has placed his heart card into, into our game?~ And so, so late too. I've nearly, nearly set down my deck, deck." Neither answered for a moment but Jevil wasn't stupid. He caught the nervous glance the two gave each other before back at him. Rouxls could practically feel the slimey sweat dripping down his face right now. Seam looked much calmer given the current situation but he did use to spend everyday with this lunatic. Surely he would figure out some way to turn this around and lesson the tense air between the three. The cat slowly rose a paw. "Me." Rouxls felt any sanity he had left shatter. Jevil gave a slightly surprised look and rose a brow at the cat's blunt answer. After a few more seconds he broke the silence. "You, you?" "Yep." He finally gave a calm smile. " Haha. To be honest I can't believe it much either. Could've sworn I wouldn't find mine let alone share one. " "Hahaha! Such a chaotic, chaotic dual fate has played against this!" the crazy idiot let off a series of giggles. The duke felt his mouth drop at the whole thing.......Did these two seriously not see how disastrous this was and how they obviously needed to find a solution to this?! Instead these two were talking like they were gambling with cards and he was like some grand prize to be handed over to the winner just like that! NO! He had quite enough of these shenanigans and all this ridiculous talks about how HE should feel and how these two were involved in his life. Quickly his nervous feeling was replaced by a anger and before his brain caught up to hid he shouted- "NO!!" Well the shout certainly caught the other two off guard. It certainly spooked him a bit. All three stood there facing each other and the child bat even stuck their head into the doorway at the sudden shout. Cheeks puffed out with what must' ve been the spilt candies. "....No what, what?" Well there was no going back now was there? Rouxls gave the most professional face he could muster and cleared his throat. "N-No! I will n-not be playing any of thou's 'games' any longer. T-They are not but foolish distractions that hast cost mineself valuable time with mine son and ....and am n-nay intetested in these l-love games!...M-Mine emotions are not a gambling table upon which you can play!" He straightened up his form and huffed. "Calleth me a coward to whom seest it fitting, but I amst forfeiting this playground of fantasies!" "Fantasy, fantasy?!....After what you said to me, me earlier?!" Jevil's face quickly became slightly annoyed. "You cannot, cannot just exit a game once you enter the gamble of life-" "Do you-" A paw quickly came between the two. And Seam turned to the steamed Duke. "-know how soul connections work?" Rouxls scoffed and waved a hand. "Of course. Tis the person whomever thou falleths in love with. Tis soulmate nonsense is beyond tiresome. " The two fell silent again as Seam lowered his paw and Jevil's annoyance left. Replaced with a blank expression. The two shared a silent look and as if reading each other's minds, came to the same understanding that reflected in their faces. Rouxls rose a questioning brow as too say, 'What's going on now?'. "That clears, clears the missing pieces of our puzzle, puzzle. Hehe." "What nonsense art thou mumbling now?" Jevil casually reached around and floated until he slung the arm around a slightly startled Rouxls. And giggled at his expression. "Silly, silly really.~ One cannot play a game they don't understand the rules, rules too. " Rouxls leaned his head away from the gave before reaching up a hand to push the giggling face away before giving Seam a questioning look. The old cat sighed before reaching up to rub his own face. "There's more to souls than just two people falling in love," he mumbled through his paw. "Likest what?" Instead of answering he gestured towards the back room again before turning around and shuffling towards the old room. The duke grumbled something but Jevil's giggles and nudges forward made him cave to the silent command to follow. Mak ducked their head back in as soon as Seam stepped into the doorway shortly followed by the duke and floating jester. And not too later the three were sat upon The couch....Well Rouxls and Jevil shared the couch. Seam was currently nicely seated in a random armchair he summoned up out of nowhere. When the three were somewhat comfortable the cat sighed. "Well then...How shall we start this?" "How about thee part where thou tellest me when this will be resolved?" "When you stop playing, playing the cruel act in the play?~" "Jevil. Please." He giggled and shrugged making him sigh and roll his eye. "Look. It's not an easy thing to explain. ...Even for someone who's seen it quite a couple times in my time. Hehe...But I can try to explain it at all." Rouxls hand a 'go on' motion with his hand and he continued. " Well...Your soul- how do I put this?- calls out to others almost constantly. Like a homing beacon. It just means you eventually find the person you're meant to be with. Mostly with a spark or reaction from each one's soul. And that's what usually people call soulmates." Rouxls blinked before slowly glancing over at Jevil who smiled widely at the worm monster. A....reaction of souls? He felt his ears dropped at the memory of his soul throbbing against his rib cage under Jevil's touch. The feeling of belonging strongly pulsing throughout his entire frame. And then the giant rush of adrenaline from shaking hands with Seam- "W-What a moment. How doth thou explain what hast happened earlier today? I refuse to believe tis was nothing more than static shock." Seam hummed. "Well....There has been rare cases of one having more than one attraction. Hehe. I guess you should count yourself lucky on that part." Rouxls just stared at the smiling cat before looking at Jevil who smiled wider with a purr of all things. "See, see?~ One cannot cheat the game of order, order and chaos- " Rouxls quickly stood up and away from the outstretched hand Jevil held out and gave a desperate look. "N-Now you stopeth that! I-I hath non intetest i-in being the target of thou's games! Doeth eithet of you think about mine say in thine matter?!" "Of course. It's a hard thing to understand at first, Im still trying to wrap these old patches around the idea. Hehe." "That tis nay what I meaneth and t-thou knows it!" Rouxls gave a side glance towards Jevil who giggled and held out his hand towards him. His hand held a pink glow and instantly his pupils shrank. Pink hearts shooting towards him. The day he held his emotions out to her- Rouxls squealed making everyone jump when the Duke held his arms out in a way one would do to shield themselves. The look in his eyes wild. "Nononononono!! No heart! No hearts!" The room went silent for a moment as the frozen jester floated there stunned and still gave that face when a bigger paw gently grabbed his outstretched hand to slowly lower it back down to his side. Seam pulled him back a few inches and gave a sigh before mumbling- "That's the thing I was hoping to talk to you about. But it seems I was a bit too late." A small stumble of footsteps caught their attention and Rouxls slowly backed away towards the doorway. Jevil perked up and reached out for him but yelped when the cat, with surprisingly good speed, latched onto the imp and pulled him back. Rouxls jumped startled and stumbled more. He fell over in the process and fell to the floor with a thud. Quickly picking himself up and scooting back. "I-.....I have my shop t-to t-t-tend to and. ...and. ...And other things!" "W-Wait, wait! I thought you said you didn't fear, fear me!" Nothing. "Rouxls?" The duke said nothing to the pleading yellow eyes and just scrambled out of that room away from the situation fully. "WAIT! COME BACK, BACK!" He pulled against the force holding him- "Jevil, stop! Let him go right now!" Seam's usually calm voice peirced his movements like a knife. "He needs some time to take this all in without you pushing your..uh..affection on him." The imp stopped but gave him a look that reminded him of a kicked puppy. Silence once again was the only speaker for them. Silently he unwrapped his paws from around his body and let him go limp in midair. After a moment the cat sighed and lowered his body back down into the armchair. He was really hoping to talk with Jevil about this before anything like this would happen. But too late I guess. Jevil was always one to just jump and express emotions whenever he felt like it, actually he was pretty predicable once you learnt his personality. But others often mistook his boldness and kept away from him. It would explain the Duke's weird reaction to him now. While Seam could see obvious signs of returning affection from Rouxls, his hesitance was strange. But now at least some peices were falling into place. Jevil stared at his old friend and asked in a voice not suited for him- "Is he....scared, scared of me? Did I do something, something wrong?" One look at the jesters fallen face made him sigh." No. No you didn't. But I was hoping to warn you of our dear friend"s fear of showing emotion." ".....He's afraid of my desire, desire?" "Not exactly..." He scratched his cheek in thought. How should he approuch this? "More so like he"s....erm...Confused and overwhelmed at the amount of attention hes getting right now most likely. You did say he suffered from insomnia?" "Nosleepitis. Yes, yes! And very stick in the mud, mud syndrome." "Well...hehe. I think maybe you should give him a little more space to get used to you." He chuckled. " You might spook him away with your desire flung at him every few seconds." Jevils ears twitched and the imp hummed before leaning forward a little. " Is that a hint of challenge I hear, hear. Old friend?~" Seam chuckled and narrowed his eye slightly. "You know I long since retired from those games. But....Perhaps I have some last few tricks up my sleaves....And its not very often I find someone who nakes me laugh with glee." The smile was back. "BWAHAHA! Are you sure, sure you're ready for me to deal you in, into this game of ours?~ Once you enter, you have to play or risk, risk forfeiting? ~" "Haha. I think this would bring some fun back into my life. Or not. Who knows unless you try? Hehe. And the prize might be worth the wait. " "HAHAHAHA! SEAM, SEAM!! JUST LIKE OLD, OLD TIMES!!" He latched onto his sides and curled into a ball giggling mad. "CHAOS, CHAOS!! FUN, FUN!! A GAME OF SUSPENSE, LOVE, FRIENDS- BETTER THAN A SIMPLE NUMBERS GAME!!" Seam smiled at the proposition. "Well then. May I have permission to be dealt into this game of yours old friend?" He held out his paw. Jevil rubbef his chin clear excitement in his eyes. "Are you certain?~ I have ways, ways of getting my desired checkmate in this event, event?" Seam gave an equally excited look. " Don't be fooled. I just might have a full house to throw down." With a smile. The two crazy fools shook hands. " Hehehe. I look forward to our dance, dance."

[wedreamedlove]

The Importance of Vision [Xu Mo Character Study]

Reddit archived.

This is also pretty much the last of the posts I'll be bringing over. I have plans to update my Speech Quirks post and then maybe write something about Li Zeyan being in love.

So, back in my translation for Xu Mo's Archery Date I noted that Xu Mo had a lot of eye symbolism, especially with eyes being covered. At the time, I made a mental mark whenever I caught it but I didn't have any conclusive thoughts. However, I'm back now with said thoughts!!

Everyone ready for another deep dive with me?

Spoilers go up to Chapter 16 of the main story, and some dates unreleased yet in English.

THE IMPORTANCE OF VISION

First, and this will sound silly, I want to set the atmosphere for this post by pointing out that vision is an extremely important sense for animals, humans included. It helps us navigate the world.

Xu Mo brings up danger signals in [Firefly Date] and [Rainfall Date], explicitly the ones that you can see with your eyes. Here, he's giving us an example about how vision can be used to identify and avoid danger (if you so choose).

Meanwhile, like a broken record, I want to bring up again how colors (related intimately to vision) is THE romance symbol for Xu Mo and MC.

[Drowning Love SSR] and its two calls [Artist and Butterfly] and [The Only Color] imply an obsession and importance towards the one and only person who brings color to Xu Mo's life.

[Afternoon Date] has Xu Mo admitting that MC is full of colors in his eyes.

In addition to colors though, the two of them have scenes where they reflect only each other in each other's eyes. Their vision is wholly focused, consumed, and reflective of the other person in [Main Story 13-8] and [True Love Date].

So, in this case, vision is being used to give weight and importance to the bond between Xu Mo and MC. Not only can vision warn us about dangers and let us avoid them, but it can also identify important things to us (whatever that may be).

ACTUALLY, ABOUT THAT VISION...

However, in [Afternoon Date], Xu Mo actually gives an interesting lecture about Theodor Erismann and Iva Kohler's experiment on inverted vision. Interesting that Elex chose to drop their names, because the Chinese version included it...

TL;DR Kohler, when he wore the goggles that inverted his vision (up became down, and vice versa), he had a hard time doing things but his brain ended up adjusting and, by the end, he could go about their daily lives with these goggles on. Other people could even drive with them on!

Xu Mo goes on to say an intriguing line which Elex decided they wanted no part in LOL. So, in English, he goes "That's how malleable our brain is. The world you see may not be real. Perspectives can easily be changed".

In Chinese, he goes "这就是大脑的可塑性带来的效果、你看到的世界也许不是这个样子、去无存清、用进废退" which basically translates to "This is the result of our brain's plasticity. The world you see may not be as it seems. The brain eliminates anything other than what is essential and that is the law of use and disuse."

I took liberties here to get my translation to make sense, because 4 character phrases are always a headache to translate. I'm sick and tired of Elex dropping lines though!!

Anyway, the reason I bring up Xu Mo's lecture here is because it's being said that vision actually isn't so important. Like he pointed out, what we see may not even be the "real" world and it's just our interpretation of it through our senses. I'm going to stop here before we end up going to Wittgenstein's theory of experiential epistemology.

But the fact that our brain can adjust to messed up vision and still lets us go about our daily life shows how adjustable we are to our senses being deprived. Not to mention, there's lots of disabled people getting by just fine in our world too, blind people included.

VISION ISN'T ALL THAT IMPORTANT

In [Main Story 1-9] Xu Mo delivers his infamous line about how, when MC runs into danger, she is to trust in her instincts.

In [Main Story 9-22] Xu Mo talks about dreams, lucid dreams, and how there is no such thing as absolute reality, only reality begetting reality. Honestly, this is some mumbo jumbo and I'm sure there's different interpretations for what he meant here... but how I'm understanding it is that, again, he is pointing out that reality is what we experience and believe to be reality.

This is important and leads into my next example because, if reality is what you make of it then, again, vision isn't all that important and you can't rely on it.

In [Main Story 13-15] Xu Mo and MC go to the abandoned lab and see the [1 Corinthians 13:12] line on the wall "For now we see through a glass, darkly...". The meaning of this line is that we have an obscure or imperfect vision of reality.

Over and over again in Xu Mo's chapters we get these lines about how reality (and the truth) isn't something we can literally see. In my various character studies, I've tied this back to him gentling his eventual reveal as Ares to the MC, but here I'm using it to point out that it lessens the importance of vision because it's clearly a useless sense in this context.

Now, after all this emphasis on the lack of importance of vision, there's these scenes:

[Main Story 9-22] Xu Mo covers MC's eyes when they're both sharing the dream about the car accident in his past.

[Main Story 16-22] Xu Mo covers MC's eyes before he removes her from the dream world.

[Blossom Date] Xu Mo covers MC's eyes to demonstrate how her other senses heighten and lets her listen to the sounds of nature around her. This also lets MC hear all the suppressed emotions in his voice.

Again, in [Blossom Date] MC covers Xu Mo's eyes this time. His monologue shows that he's amused because he doesn't need his senses heightened, he has always heard his heart beat for her.

[CN Archery Date] MC covers his eyes to get him to sleep in the car.

In [Main Story 5-14] Xu Mo tells MC that it's not what you see that's important, but who you see it with. He's really diminishing the importance of vision and putting more weight into the experiences and feelings you get elsewhere.

MC clearly takes his words to heart because in [Hot Spring Date] she closes her eyes to avoid seeing the snow, since she wants to see the first snowfall WITH him (at the time, they were in a hot spring separated by a wooden divider).

Lastly, I mentioned this in my massive character study for Xu Mo that I actually think his actions, up to now, have disproved his obsession over the one and only color in his life (aka. importance of vision) because he hasn't tried to chain her to his side. He's let her escape, or helped her escape, in his chapters.

Then, in [Memory Palace: The Night Before], we see that Xu Mo can barely remember MC's colors and is prepared to lose it completely when they meet at the news conference. In [Main Story 16-22] MC sees moments of Xu Mo's past but it's already all in black and white.

Remember Erismann and Kohler's experiment with the inverted goggles and how the brain adapts quickly to wonky vision? Haha... Xu Mo has made the choice to abandon the color in his life (for her own good?) and now his brain will just have to adapt to a black and white world.

I say adapt but, well, he's been living in one for 26 years (except for that one time he met the MC?) and so it's more like he's returning to a familiar world. The plasticity of the brain will make it so he'll have no hindrances navigating through the world, but whether he's emotionally satisfied is another question.

THEY KNOW EACH OTHER SOUL-DEEP

BUT!! It's not all doom and gloom! Because here I'm going to say that Xu Mo and MC know each other on a soul-deep level. Not only do they play off of each other well (examples in the character study with poems and quoting each other), but there's also:

[Autumn Whisper SSR Call: Breakfast Time] MC delivers breakfast to Xu Mo's office and hides it behind a stack of books. He guesses it right on the first try and after MC asks if he has x-ray vision he answers "I don't have x-ray vision, but... you certainly don't have any secrets in my eyes, and you can't hide anything. Isn't that right?".

Meanwhile, in [CN Archery Date], MC picks out Xu Mo's bow among all the others in a line up, because she knows his personality, and this surprises him.

In the [Go See Him] sometimes Xu Mo will have a line where he says "Even with my eyes closed, I can tell its you".

[Midnight Date] and [True Love Date] make references to the red string of fate (although in a negative light because it pains Xu Mo) but the CN traditional wedding theme literally shows Xu Mo and MC bound by the red string of fate.

Those connected by the red thread are destined to be together, no matter their appearance, the place, the time, or their circumstances. They're connected to each other on the level of the soul and they'll always recognize and know each other.

CONCLUSION

So, how about it? Is vision important or not important to Xu Mo?

MC being Xu Mo's only color in the world is super important and romantic, but at the same time it's equally important and puts a twist on this romance that, hey, they don't actually need to rely on this color connection between them because they're connected on a deeper (?) level.

MC doesn't need her eyes to see and understand Xu Mo. She just has to trust in her instincts and believe in his character.

Meanwhile, Xu Mo can function without color as long as she's still here in the world although... maybe he is emotionally lacking something still LOL. There's always this hint of awe in his monologues whenever he thinks about MC and the color she brings with her.

Haha, at the time of writing this post, I didn't strongly believe in one or the other side. I just thought it'd be interesting to point this out. However, I read an amazing comment by @Edhie421 on Reddit:

And then the most famous sentence of [The Little Prince], of course, that I read when I was 7 and never forgot "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." (A very good translation from the original French, I might add.) That seems to me to reflect the other point you were making: that Lucien and MC both teach each other to look beyond the surface. While they're both obsessed with surface sight first - he with her colours, she with not wanting to notice the darkness in his behaviour - they slowly learn to see each other's value beyond. In that sense, I believe it's important that MC went through his betrayal, and that he went through being severed from her. He must learn that she means much more to him than the colours she brings, and she is learning to love him for all of the person he really is, the good and bad, and not just the lovely image that he projects at first. In that sense, it's a reflection of transition from passionate love into deep, lasting love: going beyond the surface (the iridescent shimmer) of your expectations and appreciating each other for who you are, stripped down to your bare, sometimes terrifying essence.

[dolphin-enthusiast]

hello muffin!! 🌼☀💗 ahhh i apologize for writing so late,, i had a friend over for the night and things got quite hectic!! (it's 1:32 as i write this part) i hope your day went well darling!! please make sure that you're taking care of yourself for me since that is very important to maintain 💞 (1/7?)

"you all have said lots of funny and creative things today, hmm?? also lots of sweet things too, which i greatly appreciate as always!! that matchup ask made me giggle, and i really got a kick out of that little photo you edited hehe!! my siblings liked it too 💕 and vogue? that's the dream!! i do hope i can make it there someday 🌠 (2/7?)

ahhhhhh and that mythology related ask really got me,, i love mythology so i thought that was a sweet little reference!! 🌺❤ (though if i had to choose between any sort of mythology, roman mythology is my top choice!!) oh and i'm very flattered by some of these comments~ i'm in no way charming enough to be a seducer, but it makes me feel nice to know someone thinks that haha,, and my friends really enjoyed seeing that ask for some reason!! 😅 (3/7?)

my sister and i were finally able to buy eyes of heaven today!! we haven't played yet since we're setting aside time tomorrow to start the story mode together,, but it's such a dream come true!! we got the digital version 85% off, which was amazing,, awaaaaa i really can't wait to play it!! (3/7?)

we also spent a lot of time playing the sims 4 with the friend that is currently over, and it was very funny!! lots of chaos and housefires,, but eventually she and my sister tried making us??? we didn't get to play that household yet (since we had to go upstairs eventually) but it was very amusing to me, they seemed to have a lot of fun creating us hehe 😊 (4/7?)

and i do in fact adore sinatra's music!! he's one of my favorite singers ever! my music taste is pretty mixed but mostly comprised of vintage music, songs my parents grew up with, my older brother's music/songs he's shown me, and opera,, it's pretty sporadic but i like it that way!! (5/7?)

oh stars, so much going on in so little time, i would normally keep writing but i feel my narcolepsy kicking in,, i'm gonna lay down in case my body decides to go catatonic,, i'll be back tomorrow love!! - with lots and lots of love, your faithful waifu xoxo 😳💋💌💞💗💖💕💓❤💘😘 ps (1): someday we need to play eyes of heaven together amore!! 😘💋✨ ps (2): i like to think that it wasn't just fate, but also the fact that your personality really charmed me, so i decided to stick around 💌 (7/7)"

Dear of corpse we would say u sEduCEd ur way into our void of a hearts that wholesome energy does wonders😩😩 i did also like that mythology comparison as well and i had a feeling u were fond of roman mythology as well esp since ur italian👁️👁️ and (as i said before) i just knew u liked frank sinatra too....my music taste is very much likely opposite ig consisting of (mainly old) rock, metal, punk and everything inbetween.....with a side of eurobeat for reasons🤪👊

Actually playing eyes of heaven is a dream alas i dont have a console and i tried emulating it before (since thats how we play most games we die like salarymen) and it didnt work so🗿🗿🗿 what i DID manage to get however was heritage of the future which is like a 90s jojo combat game just like eyes of heaven...well minus the fancy graphics and all but its got c h a r m rhdhhd

Im glad to see u once again had fun dear😳 as for myself i just watched some old animes again since i simply adore the 80s/90s animation style and the music and then went for a walk and c o n t e m p l a t e d jddjdj

And wow saying u fell in love in love w my personality is...wig? Like i have no words jduxnsns bruh do i even show my personality around here eye literally just meme/clown around all day long🤡✌️