#also shout-out to the 2 people that followed me whom I do not know

[seraphwoman]

100 posts!

[night-dazai]

requesting an ango x reader where reader gets hostage and ango just flips the hell out because he hasn't realize his s/o has been kidnapped for 2 days and his ass is so overworked he didn't know 😭

In the end he gets back to his s/o safe and sound 💕

Note: Sorry took a lot longer almost a month, was not feeling so good for the past weeks.

Let's Go Home :

Tags: angst, kidnapping, comfort and fluff

Heavy eye bags, dead eyes, messy hair sweating in an air-conditioned room. Ango stood staring at the big screen in front of him, people near him froze seeing the hacked screen where you lay on the floor beaten and bruised. Dress torn, bleeding from your lips and a little from the head and unconscious your body lay while someone angled the camera to your puffy face strained with tears and blood “Release him, Jay whom you arrested a week ago if not she is done for good “ a voice said showing your face and chuckling another voice spoke .” Hey hey she is such a beauty lets not let it go to waste “ hearing that voice few more voices broken into laughter as the screen went black.

Coughing and wheezing you slowly open your eyes, which hurt. Your entire body hurt but your head hurt even more and so did your hands which were tied behind your back as you sat in the chair trying to look up at the men looking at you. “Your bf sure loves you I think he looked so horrified, “ one said. Words were heard but it was hard to process “Ango….” you thought “Sa….me” you mumbled before fainting once again recalling that night ……………………………….

“It is my fault …it is my fault “ he mumbled to himself holding his head and almost tearing his hair out. Ranpo was looking at the files he had shown about Jay while the director of ADA was talking with Mori “It has been 2 days, it is very risky now but since they showed she is alive …we can try I guess” he said while the director just listened staring at Ango.

His heart was beating fast, very fast for the past few hours and all he could imagine were the worst possible things those men could do to someone like you. A normal person who has no idea what about the cruel underground world.”If only I took her calls, if only…..I was there …”

“I should have never fought, even if I did I should have gone and said sorry. I should have not left her alone … She is not involved in this world at all ……” he thought his nails scrapping his scalp when a bandaged hand yanked it from his hair “Enough we found a location if Ranpo’s guess is the right its to best to go fast, “ he said.

Ango could hardly process what was happening, he tried searching for you for hours but had no clue but the moment the mafia and ADA joined hands it was in 4 hours they found your location, was he too tired to search, was he angry at himself for not taking your calls ? he did not know but he knew one thing “ they are going to regret it “ he said following Dazai and Ranpo out.

“Please take it I am sorry “ you kept thinking clutching the phone as if it were your life you kept calling your lover “Please ango I am sorry “ you mumbled keeping it close to your ear as the ring went and went and said the person had not taken the call. Tears ran down your face, you both fought yesterday night when he came home late for the 1000th time according to you “I was forced to work okay “ he said rubbing his temples indicating he was annoyed “If you do not want me in the house.... fine “ he said in a low tone and before you could react he had left the house and did not come home in the morning also.

In the morning when the doorbell rang, you ran to it thinking about how to say sorry, but something told you to take a look at the window near it and there stood 5 men one with a gun talking to the others.

Running inside you hid in your closet and called your lover but he did not take the phone, and it did not take long for the kidnappers to find you and here you were fainted all bloody and beaten up thinking how you shouted at your already overworked boyfriend “ I am sorry …” was all you could think.

“No more ..it hurts ….” when your whole body pain was felt again as you slowly started to gain conciseness you just wanted to rest. But no people were screaming and shouting, there were some harsh words “What was…was it…..” you paid a little closer attention “ Chuuya!” said a loud voice “she is in that room “.

The voice sounded familiar but you could not place it on anyone and instant gunshots were heard, but you could not move or do anything and at this point, your body was on the verge of collapse “ Ango…..be safe….” you thought and fainted as you a bright light in front of you.

The room door which burst open had Ango rushing into you while destruction and chaos were behind him. His hands skilled but trembling untied you from the chair, and he slapped your face gently “Wake up…wake up…y/n….” he said but you did not wake up.

Ranpo came in and stood at the entrance, he knew Ango for reasons and many knew him for various reasons but none were good. They have seen him smile and laugh but not one person has seen him this devastated. Dazai smiled a little standing next to Ranpo “ he found some he truly loves I guess “ he said.

Ango was rocking your cold body mumbling “You are safe …please see me y/n ..open your eyes please” his eyes were wet with tears “Let's take her to the office and get her treated “ Dazai said placing a hand on hso shoulder .

Your head had a sharp sting “Again….” you thought “Voice…just voc-Ango ?” you mumbled slowly opening your eyes. The room was brightly lit it took your eyes a few seconds to adjust but once it did you saw your lover.

Ango was talking to the director or ADA and Mori while the doctor lady from ADA was adjusting your IV “Ango..” you mumbled again a bit louder gaining all their attention.

He rushed to you, holding your hand “Y/n..yes me I am here ….i am here “ he said. His voice broke as he kept saying sorry, his hands were trembling. You have never seen your boyfriend like this and you also did not like this. You wanted to tell him it's okay and it's not this fault, you wanted to comfort him but your throat hurt at the thought of speaking loud.

Collecting any strength you had you pulled him closer by his shirt, hugging his neck you kissed his cheek “ I love you …” cough ..” home.. let's go home “you said. Your words made the man lose all kind of control and sob in your weak little arms but it felt so strong and warm as everyone left the room.

[therandomfandomme]

Biking is accessible movement

Biking is a very accessible mode of transportation and way to exercise, however I think a lot of people don't know that, since there are a lot of countries, who don't have the right infrastructure (which is sad). So, this post is me showing y'all how biking is very accessible.

I am writing this from the perspective of someone with mild chronic pain, so I don't know the ins and outs, I have just seen all these bikes around on the streets, because here in the Netherlands they are very prevelant. I do want to say that biking is far easier on my joints than walking, except the knees, even with my unmodified bike.

An accessability feature that is not the bike itself, but often seen in traffic are the signs for hard of hearing people, which can be attached to the back of the bike to let others know that the person won't respond to audible traffic cues and to be careful.

1. Not having the muscle mass or lung capacity for intense exercise

Electrical bikes used to be mostly associated with senior citizens, however in recent years it has become more popular with high schoolers, who have to bike long distances to school or adults, who don't want to arrive sweaty at work. They can either assist you or do the biking for you. Normal electric bikes can go up to 30 km/h, but the recently popular fatbike can go up to 60 km/h (which is a hazard and should be regulated, but I digress). Every bike type that follows after can be an eletric bike.

2. Needing back support

Of course not everyone can sit on a bike, whose seating gives no support and for those there are lying bikes. Though being able to get up and down from a pretty low seat, which is less.

3. Not having the balance for biking

One big thing with bikes is balancing, which is something I struggle with (shout out to physical therapy for helping with that). Once I'm on the bike it is easier for me, but I struggled a lot with getting on and off the bike for a while as well as balancing in general, so I had training wheels for a lot longer than most of my peers.

Luckily, there are a lot of options for people who have bad balance or for whom getting on and off a bike would be more of a struggle. A fatbike already makes for easier balance, however for more aid you have tricycles for adults, which are pretty common. And an extra wheel can also be put on a lying bike.

4. Mental disabilities that limit safe independence in traffic

Not everyone can be in traffic unsupervised due to mental disabilities or brain damage, so not everyone can bike on their own. However, there are many ways to bike while having someone there for safety.

A tandem might seem like a gimmick to some, but it can allow someone to bike without needing to take into account all the moving traffic. And the dubble bike, which is more often used as a fun thing for tourist to explore a city while being able to chat, can provide the same for those with bad balance. If the person in question is smaller than the person supervising, such as a child or little person, than there is also a bike attachment for any bike with a luggage carrier.

5. Using a mobility aid

A lot of people think that you can't bike when using a mobility aid, however biking is not the same as walking, so should your body allow it, biking is possible.

If a person uses a cane or crutches there are ways to hold them in place. A walker can also be attached to the back if it is foldable. If a person is in a wheelchair (depending on what kind) then a hand bike is an option, which allows for higher speeds than moving regularly, while not taking more energy. A person with a wheelchair can also be transported with a bike, if they are not able to move through traffic independently (i have been informed that this is for kids, so thank you for that addition).

6. Lifestyle makes it more difficult to bike

Some people can ride a bike, but aren't able of biking, because they have kids, pets or need to move more stuff. However, there are ways to still use a bike in those circumstances. Popular among people in busy cities with more than one kid is a cargo bike. A cargo bike is also avaible with three wheels for extra balance and both can be electric. For pet owners the trailer is more popular, since a pet cannot jump out of it, though I've also seen plenty of babies and toddlers in them. Both these options can naturally also hold stuff.

Of course I totally understand that not everyone is able to bike and that not everywhere there is the infrastructure necessary. I am just passionate about it and I think that a lot of people might not realize that biking can be more accessible than it is often portrayed. I might have missed something, so feel free to add if you find anything and I would love to hear thoughts or just reactions :D

[rome-writes21]

What’s Wrong But Feels Right - Part 1

Negan x Reader (Male)

Summary - One of the worst days of y/n’s life turns into meeting the man he would fall for despite his intent to.

Warnings - Swearing, Smoking, Alcohol, Blood, Detailed Gore, Detailed Smut…

A/N - So this is my first story 😅 I’ve written small things before but I’ve never committed to a fanfic let alone posted one. Likes and comments would definitely be appreciated, and if you have any suggestions for short one shots (any character) that you’d like please let me know (especially if you’d like smut in it or not). I don’t know how many parts this is gonna have, and i’ll try to post once a week or more.

Also a shout out to @justsomegdude for helping me through hell with this story. He’s a great writer and you should definitely go check out his fics!

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The tears slowly ran down y/n’s face, almost feeling frozen in time from the cold air. Every breath he took made his body shudder, even though they were short and shaky. From his peripheral vision, he could map out a picture of the dead man beside him, Abraham. He hadn’t gotten himself to look over yet. How could he? All memories he once had with his dear friend were wiped away in the blink of an eye, or more with the swing of a bat.

After Abraham, it was Glenn, someone else whom he’d loved like a brother during the 2 years they’d known each other in this god awful world. Each time the bat got swung onto Glenn, y/n’s body flinched, his heart feeling like it was getting crushed more and more with every hit. You’d of thought that the sobs and cries coming from Maggie would’ve made any of the Saviors around them feel the slightest bit of guilt in their hearts, but none of them batted an eye.

No one on their knees were safe, and for all y/n knew, he could’ve been next. But, did he really care at this point? If the people he loved the most were going to continue to get killed in front of him, why would he want to make it out?…Maybe for the revenge of it all, because y/n could slowly feel that emotion creep up on him despite the sobs that poured from his body. The hatred he felt was growing, and he felt that he would soon run out of tears to even want to feel sad.

Negan, the man who’d been running this “show”, grabbed Rick by his jacket, dragging him on the ground to the RV for a drive. All that could be heard now was the breathing forced through the sobs of each individual. The wait for Negan to return felt like an eternity, yet no one wanted him to come back.

Y/n’s eyes were hurting, burning in a way from the amount of time he spent crying over his dead friends. He looked over to Maggie on his left, seeing the pain in her eyes, the color drained from her face, and it only made everything hurt more. He couldn’t understand why he hadn’t tried to comfort her in any sort of way. Her husband just got beaten to death in front of her, all while he was being mocked. But he was frozen, just like everyone else, not being able to fathom how someone could do this and joke about it……y/n was still sitting up, but was more slouched, his hands digging into the gravel below him, holding him up. There were so many thoughts running through his mind, and not a single one would settle.

The RV slowly rolled into it’s place from before, the gravel crunching underneath it. The door swung open, Rick being thrown through it, onto the ground. He got pulled and dragged just mere feet in front of everyone else, getting absolutely humiliated.

(Time skip to after “that” situation)

Rick was thrown back into line, Carl’s arm still intact thankfully. Negan was rambling while walking back and forth. It felt like he was looking for something, someone, like he wasn’t done yet, and that fueled the fear again. Losing someone else was something they didn’t know they could bare. Y/n kept his eyes on Negan, following his every move. Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to do considering Negan took note of this, especially the way y/n was looking at him. The look of pure hatred in his eyes. Negan just did all of what he did to Rick because of the way he was looking at him, and now y/n was looking at him the same way, maybe worse.

Negan turned his attention to the boy, his tone full of annoyance, yet a smile stayed on his face. “Look at you!” He walked closer, his bat swinging in his hand, awfully too close to y/n. “Did you not learn a thing from Rick and what he almost had to do?”

Y/n didn’t respond. Even if he wanted to, what the hell was he going to say? One wrong word and, well maybe there goes his life, or someone else’s. “Nothing to say, huh?….Ballsy.” That’s really all Negan had to say? “Simon, Kenny load him up,” and the two men started to walk towards y/n. Fear struck y/n’s body instantly with those words, knowing there was no way he could resist. He was grabbed forcefully, getting thrown into the back of the truck.

Not too long after, the truck jerked forward. Y/n hadn’t heard any more screams, cries, the beating of the bat since he’d gotten thrown into this thing, and he hoped the remaining people were spared…..Y/n’s mind was blank, all of the thoughts running through his mind before were gone. What was he supposed to think about what just happened?

After what felt like a long time, the vehicle came to a stop, the sound of car doors opening and slamming shut all around. The doors to the truck swung open, three men pulling y/n out, barely giving him time to land on his feet before dragging him inside. The inside of the building was filled with saviors. Y/n realizing how outnumbered they really were was almost laughable.

He got taken to a cell, the door slamming shut, locked. It was pitch black besides the little light coming through the crack at the bottom of the door. The walls, the floor were ice cold. Y/n slowly slid down the wall with his back, sitting down.

He hadn’t gotten sleep for obvious reasons, and although he was exhausted, he couldn’t rest. Every time he’d close his eyes, the image of his friends dead on the ground, blood trickling down their deformed heads took over. He groaned, rubbing his head with his hands.

Jingle * Click

The door creaked open, y/n squinting his eyes a little from the unexpected light. There stood a man in the doorframe, holding a far too familiar object. It was Negan.

[fantasylandbitch]

top 5 fav writers

Top 5 Fav Writers hmm..

But if I had to say my top 5 it would be-..hold on before I say whom and I know this isn't apart if of the question, however, every writer sort of in some way fills a particular need or a want that I long for....TMI ahead.

1. Alkivm because and this is kind of embarrassing to admit but I love love how she writes erotica. Because the way she writes and how she interprets it is very like "Wanting, Desire, I need you, I want everything you have to offer but slowly I don't want to scare you, and like I crave you" at least that is what I see in her writing in my opinion and she doesn't seem afraid to go in-depth. Also her non smut writing is equally as beautiful because to me she writes from a personal place of love and fun and who doesn't want that? It's like I got permission to like erotica and everything linked to it and honestly I'm here to stay.

(Also Alkivm is mysterious and wise. Everything about her screams attractive and cool and I'm pretty sure she knows it to. Yeah i said it. Am I scared for admitting that yes.)

2. Blackwolfstabs because I'm falling in love with how she writes for Sam and Tara. She adds a different approach to the girls and the way she writes its raw and personal to me it just adds a bit of flavor to her writing. I also love how she adds so much emotion to the characters like when Sam and Tara are protective of each other or when they're feeling a bit vulnerable. I guess I feel like its something I missed out on a little with my older sisters but I know we all kind of grew up differently and were molded differently. She hits where it hurts sometimes and its great to feel emotions when you least expect it.

3. Zombiemeadow because the way he writes for Billy and Stu is so spot on to me its crazy. In a good way of course and he writes the characters with a real but also silly dynamic sometimes but that is literally how those two characters are even though Billy Loomis is kind of mean. Now admittedly I've only read some of Billy's work, however, I'm looking forward to reading more from him.

(his writing reminds me of my little  brother a little because my brother is super silly but he knows how to talk to people without a care in the world.)

4. Wandagrcre because she writes really well for Wanda, Sam Carpenter, Black Widow, Carol Danvers, and Kate Bishop. And I dont know why but for some reason I feel like I've been following her forever..even though I might be wrong. I say that because maybe something about her writing is super familiar to me and its not a bad thing. It feels like a lost soul or companion seeing each other again and how she writes is like *chefs kiss* its hard to put into words.

5. Me lol I'm just messing with you but at the moment I don't have anyone else in mind, like that sounds bad I know. But I do appreciate the range that you guys are able to write and you guys should be proud of the work you put out.

This is a shout out to all writers out there!!!!

❤️😘☺️❤️

[witchhatproductions]

Witch Hat News #1: Weird Stories from Space

This is an archived version of our microfiction newsletter! You can read along on our tumblr, or subscribe here.

Hi there! Do you remember signing up to some newsletter from someone you kinda know on twitter? That's me. I'm the newsletter, and I'm here to letter you some news.

For real, though, I have a lot to say about this newsletter. If you know me (I'm Samantha Calthrop, by the way, not a sentient email, hi) then you probably know that I make comics and TTRPGs, which are met with critical acclaim by my extensive audience of almost nobody. I spent my teens in fandom spaces and my early twenties making standalone games. 

In other words, I make things, and I put them online, and not a lot of people see them. C'est la vie.

In recent years, I've been drifting increasingly away from social media, and towards real-world creative spaces. I'm fortunate enough to have several social outlets for my art. Between my local comics group, my university, and my small group of mutuals in Irish journo twitter, I feel accomplished enough to be proud regardless of how many Instagram followers I have. (It's 151, much like the original Pokédex.) 

That's the problem with the Internet. Even in the coolest and most supportive rings of Twitter and Tumblr there is nothing to achieve but online fame, which has been famously awful for everyone who has ever obtained it. (I imagine social media to be divided into rings, much like the rings of hell in Dante's Inferno.) There are very few spaces online that feel personal and contained, because by nature the internet is large and completely impersonal. 

The consequence is that being an up-and-coming creator is like shouting into the void, except the void has a handful of your confused friends and relations in it, some of whom are giving you the thumbs up.

I was thinking about the lack of digital spaces for exploring any kind of fiction that isn't short stories or published novels, and how many cool things have been made by people I know, which nobody ever sees. I thought, man, I wish somebody would start a newsletter about it or something. Then I realised that I was somebody, and I already had a creative label which I'd been using to publish things already. Then I turned to Luke Sophia and said, "Hey, we're starting a newsletter", and wrote this before I could be stopped.  

So I guess this newsletter seeks to fill that missing niche; a small, personal space that celebrates obscure creative projects. We're starting out primarily with creators that we know already - friends, past collaborators, and things we're already fans of. That means right now, it's mainly webcomics, podcasts, TTRPGS, and other types of online storytelling.

To that end, here's your bimonthly dose of local talent. By coincidence, all these stories are set in space, and all of them have a wonderfully weird take on the sci-fi genre. Check it out:

Neokosmos is about the horror of being raised by people you don't understand. This series of illustrated sci-fi stories follow the last living humans, who are being raised in captivity many years after the destruction of the Earth. Neokosmos is a deeply beautiful, deeply weird, and deeply visceral story about love, cruelty, and family between completely different alien species. The first book made me realise I like speculative sci-fi. The second book made me sit on my bed, put my head in my hands, and think about how I spent my early twenties. I can't recommend it enough. Neokosmos is in open beta right now, and is available to read for free online.

Chain of Being is a delightfully strange eldritch-horror-ish audio drama by Cai Gwilym Pritchard. It's set in a mystic sci-fi universe with deep folkloric roots, and it's both written and performed unlike any other podcast I've come across. I recommend listening with headphones just for the editing. Chain of Being is also casting voice actors for Season 2 right now - more info here. They're paid roles, and actors with non-standard podcast accents are encouraged to apply.

Fetch Quest by @toonlynnk is a silly fantasy adventure in a spaceship universe. Unambitious Hugh the human is happy to settle for an NPC career and a lifetime of mediocrity, but is instead dragged into the life of an adventurer-for-hire. A webcomic set in a video game universe, and is promising to be the kind of PG comedy adventure that ends up wrenching your guts out, in the style of Owl House and Amphibia. 

Your project here. Do you make art of any kind - visual, written, performed? Are you starting a project or recruiting co-creators? We want to hear from you! Email us at contact@witchhatproductions.com. A proper submission procedure will be created if needed, but for now, it's open season - show us anything. Fire away.

That's it for now. All going well, I'll see you in a few weeks!

[thebreakfastgenie]

Since this has come up again I gotta say I disagree with you about the use of the word. I think it’s bizarre to call it a slur that is extremely offensive to use and then also say it’s been “defanged” in the same breath. I also think it’s strange that I’m sure I have seen you reblogging posts about why people ID with slurs but then you also say that use of slurs is just “edgy” and “white noise”.

I assume you’re not really interested in a good faith discussion about it but the gist of it in my opinion is as follows.

1. Many people have had these slurs weaponised against them and using them in a casual context or self-identifying with them allows them to reclaim them in a positive way and take away the power of them. I.e. this isn’t a scary word because it was shouted out a car window at me or used by the person who assaulted me. I am not scared of this word. This word is who I am and I am okay with that.

2. Some people find that words commonly used as slurs feel more true to their experience than the polite, socially acceptable versions of the words. This can be for a variety of reasons but one I’ve commonly seen is that they feel as though the softer word is shying away from how they identify rather than facing it head on.

3. It can be a way to make people pay attention and get your point across. This can be wielded politically like in protests or pride parades or in pseudo political protests like online calls to action. As in, “the people who hate me call me a [slur]; well, this [slur] has something to say”.

4. Some people feel rubbed the wrong way by rainbow marketing (I.e. big corporations putting rainbows on things in June and talking about how inclusive they are while not actually doing anything meaningful to support the community and sometimes actively working against them in other ways, purely in the interest of getting the gay dollar) and like to self identify with words that squeaky clean corporations are never going to sell back to them.

This is not an exhaustive list, but it covers a few of the common reasons that I have seen. And it’s certainly not just the f word for gay men that gets used this way. Consider Alison Bechdel’s Dykes To Watch Out For, a piece of lgbt pop culture so entrenched that the term “the Bechdel test” is commonly used in media criticism. It certainly wouldn’t have been improved, in my opinion, by being named “Lesbians to Watch Out For”.

I think I was pretty clear that a word can be defanged in one context and remain a harmful slur in the other. The crux of my issue with using that word is that I do not know how it is being used when a stranger says it to me. As I have mentioned before, I live with two gay men, one of whom does use that word, and when he does it I am comfortable with it because I know him and I know the context in which it is being invoked.

I do not know that context online and I am not going to assume a stranger on the internet is a safe community member just because "tumblr is the gay website." First of all, it isn't, and I don't make a habit of assuming strangers' sexual orientations without strong contextual reasons to do so (e.g. gay bars, and even there it's not a guarantee). Secondly, people can be members of the community and still use slurs inappropriately.

I do not feel that everyone who is using slurs on tumblr is reclaiming them in any meaningful way. It looks much more like this is the cool new word, like a bunch of second-graders who just heard the word fuck for the first time. This is why I talked about it being defanged. My reference to white noise was because the word "gay" has been overused so much on this website (e.g. "gay little [x]") that it barely means anything anymore. It's practically a filler word. The alternative used to be "queer," but now that's been overused and sanitized because it was adopted by the mainstream and corporations found it. People picked up on "fruity" for whatever reason, probably because it's a bit old-fashioned and not used much by serious homophobes anymore, and also just sounds kind of funny. And that was quickly overused, the way memes are run into the ground.

But here's the thing: there is no word that is safe from rainbow marketing. There isn't. Maybe they would never use f*ggot now. Give it time. If you want to outrun mainstream society, you will always be hopping to a different word. Especially with the internet. People become desensitized very quickly to memetic language, simply due to saturation.

Tumblr users did not reclaim f*ggot. They turned it into a meme. They did the same thing with the limp wrist. And yes, gay people do these things with each other. In private. In gay spaces. Not on the public internet. Even if tumblr were a gay website (it's not) content from this site ends up on twitter, instagram, tiktok, and facebook. I do believe the use of slurs on this website is edgy. I won't speak for individuals, but as a trend it is at least partially motivated by being cool and getting clout. My point in saying it had been defanged was it was no longer accomplishing its purported goal of reclamation. Some of the reasons you listed for using slurs--facing things head-on etc.--rely on shock factor, and therefore have a naturally limited lifespan. People still say "queer as in fuck you," but when queer is the standard academic term and has been adopted by mainstream institutions, does it really hit the same way?

Each slur has its own history. I'm a fan of Dykes to Watch Out For. I attended a Dyke March last year. I am personally uncomfortable with f*ggot because unlike other slurs, I have personally experienced this one being used by homophobes. I think it was fairly popular in the United States in the 2000s, so many people have this experience, and therefore it is still more strongly associated with homophobia. This is still true outside tumblr, regardless of the defanging I observed here.

I am concerned about the eagerness of some to use slurs and engage in "ironic" homophobia (e.g. limp wrist) at a time when many countries are facing such a serious homophobic and transphobic backlash. I am concerned about slurs for the LGBT+ community in particular, because the idea of "who can reclaim them" is more fluid than with racial slurs and many other slurs. Someone can be raised in a homophobic environment and be a homophobe who calls people f*ggots, then come out as gay themselves and continue calling people f*aggots but it's "okay" now, whether or not they ever had any self-reflection about it. I am not accusing specific people of following this exact path, but this pattern is responsible for a lot of internalized and intracommunity homophobia.

I do believe that reclaimation is a conscious, active process. A lot of talk about reclaiming words on tumblr sounds like Michael Scott declaring bankruptcy: I didn't say it, I declared it.

I hope I've explained my opinion a little bit here. Contrary to your assumptions, I am interested in a good faith discussion. The person who asked if they could call me a f*ggot was not.

[marysittingathisfeet]

Chosen Servant and Delight of God

Isaiah 42: 1-4 Here is my servant, whom I uphold,     my chosen one in whom I delight; I will put my Spirit on him,     and he will bring justice to the nations. He will not shout or cry out,     or raise his voice in the streets.

A bruised reed he will not break,     and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. In faithfulness he will bring forth justice;

he will not falter or be discouraged till he establishes justice on earth.     In his teaching the islands will put their hope.”

These verses are obviously a prophecy referring to Jesus. When this was written, the Northern kingdoms of Israel had been taken captive to Babylon. God knows the people needed encouragement. They were in a foreign land amongst a foreign people who did not know God. God is merciful so He gives Isaiah a prophecy about Jesus to share with the people.

Matthew 12:17-21 verifies that this is indeed about Jesus. Matthew 17:12 says- This was to fulfill what was spoken through the prophet Isaiah:- followed by a repeat of Isaiah's verses above.

Isaiah 42: 1 Here is my servant, whom I uphold....    

God is declaring that Jesus, who was His equal in heaven, is now God's servant on earth to do God's will. Jesus did not do this unwillingly but the Bible tells us that Jesus did this willingly.

1 John 3:16- By this we know [and have come to understand the depth and essence of His precious] love: that He [willingly] laid down His life for us [because He loved us]. And we ought to lay down our lives for the believers.

Did Jesus value to God decrease because he was not His servant? No, for the verse tells us that God himself says that he upholds Jesus- (whom I uphold)- what does uphold mean?

Uphold- to support, shield, give power, and keep from falling. Jesus and the Father are one. Through the power of the Holy Spirit God was able to uphold Jesus. God strengthened Jesus and never left him but once. This was when Jesus, dying on the cross, bearing the sins of mankind. Those sins separated Jesus from God for the first and only time. Although this separation was brief, it was painful.

Mark 15:33- Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land until the ninth hour. And about the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, ‘Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?’ that is, ‘My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?’”

Psalm 22: 1-2 prophesized Jesus cry on that cross. "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning? O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer, and by night, but I find no rest."

Isaiah 42:1 ...my chosen one in whom I delight;

This verse also tells us that God chose Jesus. Jesus was called by God because ONLY Jesus could accomplish the salvation of mankind which God so desired.

Revelation 5;4, 5 says, "I wept and wept because no one was found worthy to open the scroll or look inside".  Behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has conquered, so that he can open the scroll and its seven seals". 

The verse also tells us that God delights in Jesus. The word delight was chosen with care. What does delight mean? Delight means to have great pleasure, satisfaction, or happiness.

Matthew 3:17: "This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased"

Jesus delights in the Father as well. He delights to do His will.

John 14:31 Jesus says, "For the world to know that I love the Father, I am doing just as the Father has commanded me to do". This is the only place in the Bible where Jesus directly expresses his love for the Father. 

Isaiah 42:1 ...I will put my Spirit on him,

Not only was the Spirit sent to Jesus to help him, but the Spirit was ON Jesus.

On is defined as - physically in contact with and supported by - Jesus was in contact and supported by the Spirit. Second definition of on indicates a continuation of a movement or action. This means that the Spirit was a continual presence without limit.

Isaiah 42:2,3 He will not shout or cry out, or raise his voice in the streets. A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. In faithfulness he will bring forth justice;

This verse exemplifies the gentleness of God. I personally see a bruised reed or smoldering wick as a metaphor for people who are wounded. Jesus himself stresses this point.

Matthew 11:29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.

“Say to Daughter Zion, ‘See, your king comes to you, gentle and riding on a donkey, and on a colt, the foal of a donkey.’ ” Matthew 21:5 and Isaiah 62:11

As Jesus is gentle God wants us to be gentle and kind as well after all we represent God.

Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Colossians 3:12

Isaiah 42:4...till he establishes justice on earth....Jesus is coming back and when he does he will rule this world with Justice.

1 Timothy 6:13–15: Jesus is called "the blessed and only Sovereign, the King of kings and Lord of lords".

Revelation 11: 15-17 The seventh angel sounded his trumpet, and there were loud voices in heaven, which said: “The kingdom of the world has become the kingdom of our Lord and of his Messiah, and he will reign for ever and ever.” And the twenty-four elders, who were seated on their thrones before God, fell on their faces and worshiped God, saying: “We give thanks to you, Lord God Almighty, the One who is and who was, because you have taken your great power and have begun to reign.

Philippians 2:10, 11 that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow,     in heaven and on earth and under the earth, 11 and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord,     to the glory of God the Father.

What a glorious day that will be!

[rmpmw]

Luke 23

Jesus Before Pilate

23 Then the whole company of them arose and brought him before Pilate. 2 And they began to accuse him, saying, “We found this man misleading our nation and forbidding us to give tribute to Caesar, and saying that he himself is Christ, a king.” 3 And Pilate asked him, “Are you the King of the Jews?” And he answered him, “You have said so.” 4 Then Pilate said to the chief priests and the crowds, “I find no guilt in this man.” 5 But they were urgent, saying, “He stirs up the people, teaching throughout all Judea, from Galilee even to this place.”

Jesus Before Herod

6 When Pilate heard this, he asked whether the man was a Galilean. 7 And when he learned that he belonged to Herod's jurisdiction, he sent him over to Herod, who was himself in Jerusalem at that time. 8 When Herod saw Jesus, he was very glad, for he had long desired to see him, because he had heard about him, and he was hoping to see some sign done by him. 9 So he questioned him at some length, but he made no answer. 10 The chief priests and the scribes stood by, vehemently accusing him. 11 And Herod with his soldiers treated him with contempt and mocked him. Then, arraying him in splendid clothing, he sent him back to Pilate. 12 And Herod and Pilate became friends with each other that very day, for before this they had been at enmity with each other.

13 Pilate then called together the chief priests and the rulers and the people, 14 and said to them, “You brought me this man as one who was misleading the people. And after examining him before you, behold, I did not find this man guilty of any of your charges against him. 15 Neither did Herod, for he sent him back to us. Look, nothing deserving death has been done by him. 16 I will therefore punish and release him.”[a]

Pilate Delivers Jesus to Be Crucified

18 But they all cried out together, “Away with this man, and release to us Barabbas”— 19 a man who had been thrown into prison for an insurrection started in the city and for murder. 20 Pilate addressed them once more, desiring to release Jesus, 21 but they kept shouting, “Crucify, crucify him!” 22 A third time he said to them, “Why? What evil has he done? I have found in him no guilt deserving death. I will therefore punish and release him.” 23 But they were urgent, demanding with loud cries that he should be crucified. And their voices prevailed. 24 So Pilate decided that their demand should be granted. 25 He released the man who had been thrown into prison for insurrection and murder, for whom they asked, but he delivered Jesus over to their will.

The Crucifixion

26 And as they led him away, they seized one Simon of Cyrene, who was coming in from the country, and laid on him the cross, to carry it behind Jesus. 27 And there followed him a great multitude of the people and of women who were mourning and lamenting for him. 28 But turning to them Jesus said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children. 29 For behold, the days are coming when they will say, ‘Blessed are the barren and the wombs that never bore and the breasts that never nursed!’ 30 Then they will begin to say to the mountains, ‘Fall on us,’ and to the hills, ‘Cover us.’ 31 For if they do these things when the wood is green, what will happen when it is dry?”

32 Two others, who were criminals, were led away to be put to death with him. 33 And when they came to the place that is called The Skull, there they crucified him, and the criminals, one on his right and one on his left. 34 And Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”[b] And they cast lots to divide his garments. 35 And the people stood by, watching, but the rulers scoffed at him, saying, “He saved others; let him save himself, if he is the Christ of God, his Chosen One!” 36 The soldiers also mocked him, coming up and offering him sour wine 37 and saying, “If you are the King of the Jews, save yourself!” 38 There was also an inscription over him,[c] “This is the King of the Jews.”

39 One of the criminals who were hanged railed at him,[d] saying, “Are you not the Christ? Save yourself and us!” 40 But the other rebuked him, saying, “Do you not fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation? 41 And we indeed justly, for we are receiving the due reward of our deeds; but this man has done nothing wrong.” 42 And he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” 43 And he said to him, “Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise.”

The Death of Jesus

44 It was now about the sixth hour,[e] and there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour,[f] 45 while the sun's light failed. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. 46 Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!” And having said this he breathed his last. 47 Now when the centurion saw what had taken place, he praised God, saying, “Certainly this man was innocent!” 48 And all the crowds that had assembled for this spectacle, when they saw what had taken place, returned home beating their breasts. 49 And all his acquaintances and the women who had followed him from Galilee stood at a distance watching these things.

Jesus Is Buried

50 Now there was a man named Joseph, from the Jewish town of Arimathea. He was a member of the council, a good and righteous man, 51 who had not consented to their decision and action; and he was looking for the kingdom of God. 52 This man went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. 53 Then he took it down and wrapped it in a linen shroud and laid him in a tomb cut in stone, where no one had ever yet been laid. 54 It was the day of Preparation, and the Sabbath was beginning.[g] 55 The women who had come with him from Galilee followed and saw the tomb and how his body was laid. 56 Then they returned and prepared spices and ointments.

On the Sabbath they rested according to the commandment.

[jdgo51]

The Promise of a Grace Gift

Today's inspiration comes from:

The Promise Code

by O.S. Hawkins

"For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God." — Ephesians 2:8

"'Gift giving and gift receiving are important parts of our own experiences. When birthdays and anniversaries roll around each year, we engage in this traditional pastime. The Bible teaches that when it comes time for gifts, “it is more blessed to give than to receive” (Acts 20:35). The Lord should know. After all, He has given us our greatest gift:

The gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. — Romans 6:23

All the Bible writers were careful to describe eternal life as a free gift and not something that could be earned or deserved. To a Samaritan woman at a well, Jesus declared, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is who says to you, ‘Give Me a drink,’ you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water” (John 4:10). Peter called for repentance on the Day of Pentecost with the promise to his hearers that, “you shall receive the gift of the Holy Spirit” (Acts 2:38). James added, “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above” (James 1:17). And Paul summed it all up, saying, “Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift!” (2 Corinthians 9:15).

In the Bible promise of this chapter, Paul made plain that a gift has three characteristics. A gift is costly. It costs the giver something to give it. A gift is conditional. It is of no use unless it is received by the one to whom it is intended. And a gift is calculated. Behind the giving of a gift is the desire to benefit and bless the recipient.

Gifts are costly

When we give a gift, it costs us something to do so. But no gift ever cost as much as God’s gift of eternal life. Paul, in our promise, said, “By grace you have been saved,” making plain that the origin of our salvation is found in Him and not in us or any of our human efforts. Salvation is God’s work, provided by His grace, and is not offered in response to any good thing we may have done. It is provided to us wholly because of His grace.

Grace is God’s unmerited and underserved favor toward us. It came at a great price. The Father did not send Jesus to die on the cross to provide the gift of our salvation for us because we kept begging and pleading with Him to do so. It was by His grace alone. Grace can be defined as getting what we don’t deserve. No wonder we call it “amazing.” God’s gift to us came at a high cost, the sacrificial and substitutionary death of His only Son on the cross. Gifts cost us something.

Thanks be the God for His indescribable gift.

Gifts are conditional

What good is a gift you pick out and purchase for someone if they refuse to receive it? Listen to our promise; this gift is received “through faith.” That is it. The gift of God’s grace is conditional on our transferring our faith to Christ alone for our salvation. These words make me want to shout this verse: “Through faith... not of yourselves... the gift of God!” The following verse attests that it is not of works “lest anyone should boast” (Ephesians 2:9). Our faith is the channel through which salvation flows from God to us. It is through faith.

Paul’s repetition of the truth that salvation is “not of ourselves” and “not of works” brings emphasis to his point that it is the “gift of God.” In some other faiths, people do extreme things — even give their lives — in feeble attempts to please their gods and be ushered into Heaven. But it is “by grace... through faith... not of yourselves; it is the gift of God.” God is offering His free gift of eternal life to any and all who will simply believe by faith in Christ alone.

What should amaze us is that although God is offering by His grace this free gift, we still have to encourage and exhort people to receive it. Salvation is God’s work (by grace) in God’s way (through faith). Gift giving is costly. But it is also conditional.

Gifts are calculated

Why do you and I give gifts to those we love? It is because we calculate the fact that it will benefit and bless the one who receives it. Otherwise, why bother? It is the same with God’s gift to us. He gives us salvation to benefit us and to bless us. Paul continued with this promise to say, “For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them” (Ephesians 2:10).

When you receive God’s gift of eternal life through faith, you become a new creation, “created in Christ Jesus.” You become His “workmanship.” We derive our English word poem from a transliteration of this Greek word. You are God’s own creation, His own work of art. He so fashioned and formed you that no one else has your specific DNA. You are unique and indescribably valuable to Him.

Think about this the next time you sit around your Christmas tree with your extended family, exchanging gifts. Don’t watch the face of the one opening the gift. Catch a glimpse of the joy on the face of the giver as he or she watches the one they love open the gift. And so it is with God. His gift to us was costly. It is conditional. And it is calculated — to benefit and bless you. Claim this promise — and receive it gladly — through faith.

A promise and a prayer

If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new. — 2 Corinthians 5:17

Lord, what more can be said than to join Paul in saying, “Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift”? What a benefit — what a blessing to know You, whom to know is life, not just abundant but eternal. In Jesus’ name, amen."'

Excerpted with permission from The Promise Code by O. S. Hawkins, copyright Dr. O. S. Hawkins.

[tendercoretroglodyke]

during a very hard time for me and my dad wherein my mom has been very sick and we have been failed time and time again by sooooo many medical & financial institutions who claim to offer accommodations for those in our situations. during a time where im finding it very difficult to not feel like my world is ending. I would just like to shout out the following people real quick. 1) my friends (obviously) who have been supporting me even when they're very much also Going Thru It, 2) the friends and families of my friends who have been sending me & my family so many well wishes even though they've never even met my parents, 3) my coworker (who's never especially seemed to like me afaik) who saw me holding back tears after getting some particularly bad news and immediately pulled me into a hug and let me sob into her shoulder and told me to go home for the day 4) my other coworker who always makes a point of asking me how my mom's doing (even though my answer is always depressing and ruins the small talk), who approached me after work last night and asked if I'd wanna hang out sometime outside of work (in general, but also especially to take a break from all I've been going through), 5) the next door neighbor we barely know who shoveled out my dad's driveway TWICE last week without a word, and 6) the neighbor down the block whom I've never seen and my dad has had maybe 2 conversations with who's started leaving my dad baked goods since literally the DAY after finding out my mom's been sick

it's all so very community care and it's insane how much it makes me want to cry when I think about it I am so deeply antisocial and yet these people whom I avoid talking with as much as possible heard we were suffering and offered gestures of comfort when they could've just as easily turned away without me batting an eye. I feel insane thinking about it

can I be painfully sincere for just a moment please. thank you

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

If you *were* isekai-ed into Twisted Wonderland, what else would you do differently? (btw I think it’s hilarious but also sort of sad that you’d ignore malmal like that? 😂)

[Referencing this post!]

*rubs hands together*

Some disclaimers before I begin:

1) I will be assuming no prior knowledge of Twisted Wonderland when I am isekai’d (so I won’t know anything about the world, the characters, how their magic works, etc.).

2) I will be writing the things I would personally want to do and say; I am a separate entity from my OC, Raven Crowley, and whatever I write below the cut is not indicative of what she would do and say.

3) Some of the things I’d do/say would drastically alter the events of the main story; for the sake of argument, just assume that the main story progresses as normal despite my actions realistically leading to drastically different consequences or damaging my reputation with certain characters.

4) These are just the immediate things that come to mind, I might have missed some things I’d do differently because I didn’t comb through every scene of every chapter before writing.

Okay, now it’s time to turn Twisted Wonderland’s main story upside down 😷

***Main story spoilers below the cut!***

“If you’re not going to entertain me, then what good are you?” — me as Yuu, probably

Firstly, I’d be extremely protective of Grim right from the get-go, and I would spoil him to death. I’ve always wanted a pet cat, and a sassy talking one is even better than a regular cat 😂 As soon as I pop out of the coffin, I’d chase after Grim like Alice chased the White Rabbit into Wonderland (forget following Crowley to the ceremony, I’d go after Grim and ignore the headmaster). I’d also aggressively shove Riddle and Azul aside at the entrance ceremony to grab Grim for myself (probably shouting something like “MY kitty!! Everyone BACK OFF, he’s MINE!!” while cradling Grim with my body). After that point in time, I’m giving him all the head pats and canned tuna he wants (he’ll probably grow round because of it) 😌 You know how people baby-talk to infants? That’s me with Grim. I’ll “uwu” to him and call him “Grimmu” instead of Grim while smushing his cheeks. He can call me a minion all he wants, I fully support it ❤️ I’m also never EVER letting that sucker out of my sight, I’d ferry Grim everywhere tucked under my arm and I’d use him as a cat-shaped flamethrower for self-defense.

I wouldn’t be scared of the Ramshackle Ghosts during our first meeting. If anything, I’d just be fascinated that ghosts exist at all??? I’d stand there and ask them a billion questions about how ghosts “work”, since they’re technically dead and defy all laws of how science classifies creatures as “living”. Yeah, I know magic is a thing in this world, but ghosts transcend death itself. How could I NOT want to know about them? (Then I’ll go and brag to everyone about my cool ghost uncle room mates 🎵)

I’d eagerly volunteer to help Crowley around NRC instead of Crowley volun-telling me to do it. I hate hate HATE seeing unfinished tasks, especially when I know that one small thing being left undone can disrupt the entire system (aka the school). Even if they’re not MY personal responsibility, I’ll feel compelled to help complete them anyway just to see them done. If Crowley actually tries to guilt trip me into do something (like the whole “woe is me” act), there’s a much higher chance that I’ll resist doing it because I hate it. Just come out and outright tell me what you want so I can turn it down faster without the lingering bad taste in my mouth from guilt, Crowley 😊

I wouldn’t treat Ace and Deuce like my friends or classmates, but as annoying little brothers that I constantly need to nag and supervise. This especially goes for Ace, whom I see as the brattier of the duo. I won’t stand for him shit talking my cat (he can shit talk ME all he likes, but if he insults Grim, the kiddie gloves are coming OFF). Deuce gets more leniency, but I’d still tug on his ear and tell him to go study or something. I will put them in child leashes. I’M NOT AFRAID TO DO IT.

It’s not very clear what Yuu does during in-game battles, but personally I’d just chill in the back while shouting orders at Ace, Deuce, and Grim. I’m not going to count this one as a change, since I think the game implies that’s what Yuu is doing via the player choosing which characters and spells to deploy every turn, BUT I will say that sometimes I’ll just sit in the back with snacks and watch people fight like it’s a free movie or something 🍿

Since I’m so protective of my favorite child (Grim), there’s no way I’d let him eat any OB stones. I’d smack the OB stone out of his paw, or pap him on his butt until he spits it up. Eating rocks will mess with his digestive system, and I’m not about to have that.

I wouldn’t even use the Ghost Camera to take pictures of people. I’d use it to take pictures of things I think are super dumb or super interesting. You’ll get a bajjllion pictures of food or nature before you find a picture of a real fleshy human being on my camera.

When it comes to taking classes and being involved on campus, I’d be a very active student. Even if Grim is the one responsible for any classes that involve magic, you’ll probably find me lurking in the background taking notes (on Grim, on the class materials, on other students, etc). I’d want to learn as much about this world, the people in it, and how everything works, and I’d want to document it ALL. Basically, I’d be Rook Lite—

I would pick a fight with every student I come across when possible (like, I would purposefully annoy/taunt them in hopes of getting them to snap and throw some magic at me). Why? Because it would be fun, that’s why. I’M HERE FOR A GOOD TIME, NOT A LONG TIME. When will I get the chance to be beaten up by magic in my original world, huh? If I’m going to experience living in a place with magic, then I want to experience as much of that magic as possible, and that INCLUDES getting my ass handed to me multiple times. Healing magic exists too, so I can even experience how THAT feels ❤️

I know my personality seems to be all over the place from the bullet points I’ve written so far, but I think I’d have a pretty well-established personality compared to Yuu: someone who’s pretty serious, dry, and sarcastic, prioritizing work and gathering knowledge above all else. However, I’m willing to take risks if it means I get to experience something new, fun, or interesting (think “curiosity killed the cat”). When it comes to dealing with people, it’s VERY clear who my favorites are (*coughsmytalkingcatcoughs*). I act like a jaded, overworked, and unimpressed mom to everyone else, straight faced and trapped in perpetual disappointment.

My personal goal wouldn’t be to get back home or to keep Ace and Deuce out of trouble, it would be to keep myself amused. I get bored extremely easily, and being thrust into another world with all these new factors is just a recipe for disaster. I’d honestly make for a terrible classical heroine, because my priority would be “what would be the most entertaining way to spend the day” instead of “how to save the day”. I’d hesitate to help someone if them struggling is the more entertaining option for me to watch unfold. In a way, I’d be just as shitty as the NRC students themselves 😂

Honestly though??? I’m kind of distrustful of others and unwilling to do group work due to bad experiences I’ve had in the past. I’m also pretty proud, so I would be super hesitant to accept help from anyone; I’m more likely to think of it as an act of pity or something negative rather than as kindness. I’m literally a poster child for Not Being Amicable (TM) and Independence over Cooperation, which is probably the opposite of what Crowley wants. I guess this will all be one massive learning experience for me too??

Forget Ace calling Riddle out for his bullshit, I’ll do it first. My patience would be wearing thin by the time Riddle rejects the apology tart (and besides, wasting food and Grim’s cute new ribbon are such sins 😤). I’d tell Riddle that he’s being childishly unreasonable and acting like a spoiled brat, no sugar coating at all. This would no doubt accelerate his OB, maybe even bring on an early OB, but like???? I’m not going to just stand there and let him throw a tantrum over something so small, that’s ridiculous (keep in mind that I have NO idea about his past, and even if I did, that still doesn’t justify any of the awful things he did). The same goes for most of the OB boys; I might as well call them out and give them a piece of my mind (once I get fed up with each of them) since I have little to lose compared to the students of each dorm. What are the OB boys gonna do, fight me? MAYBE THAT’S WHAT I WANTED ALL ALONG, EVER THOUGHT OF THAT? Do it, you cowards.

My only incentive in trying to solve the injured students mystery is just because it would be fun for me. I’d seriously commit to the bid, too—get dressed in a detective outfit, or pretend to be an ace attorney investigating the crime scene and interviewing witnesses... Heartslabyul and Grim can stare at me if they want or complain about how much time I’m wasting, but I’ll be having the time of my life 😌

Every time I spot J word or Rook, I’d curl up into a useless uncontrollably sobbing ball on the ground. If I have to engage with them or interact with them, I’ll just straight up refuse to make eye contact or shout something really normal like “step on me” 😷 or ask them to mug me in a sketchy back alley and bleed my wallet dry while they’re at it, and hey I’m free 24/7 if they need a human-sized footstool or something an—

I become a crazy cat lady by adopting Chenya and Cheka into my cat family. (Leona is perma-banned.)

I’ll come out and say it: I wouldn’t want to help those anemone’d students in the first place. It’s their own faults that they weren’t willing to put forth their own effort to pass the exams and tried to take the easy way out (and besides, it’s much more amusing to watch them suffer through the consequences of their actions than be freed of them). I’d even be disappointed in Grim for this 😔 but I guess I’d reluctantly stick my neck out once I saw how shittily Grim was being treated as Octavinelle’s new dish rag.

I’m overly cautious, so I’d try to negotiate the terms of the agreement with Azul. (I’d probably only want Grim’s freedom and maybe J word as my butler or something). I wouldn’t feasibly be able to retrieve that photo he wanted anyway, since I can’t swim (which is KIND OF a requirement if you’re going to be underwater).

If I somehow still had to go underwater (and Azul still sent the twins to interfere), I think just SEEING their true forms would make me lose my mind because HELLO???? WHY ARE THERE SUDDENLY CYAN EEL ABS??? 😂 IS THIS REAL LIFE?????? They wouldn’t even need to fight me, I’d break down on the spot clutching my stomach and screaming into the water.

I fold like a piece of origami paper and immediately cave to whatever J word asks of me—

I sob at J word’s feet and thank him for evicting me and Grim from Ramshackle—

As I mentioned in the referenced post, I wouldn’t befriend Malleus. In fact, I’d probably think he’s some weirdo that hangs around on my property at weird hours of the night despite me yelling at him to get off of my lawn 😤 You bet I’d phone up Crowley or campus security or SOMEONE to remove the horned stranger from the premises. And honestly? (This may sound pretty mean since TWST tries to present Malleus as lonely and misunderstood, but please remember that I, as “Yuu”, don’t know that going in; we only know this information because of our perspective as the PLAYER, not as the actual isekai’d individual.) Once I start hearing rumors of this “Malleus” person, there’s no way I wouldn’t put two and two together and adopt the same general opinion as most of NRC—“Malleus is dangerous, he is a monster and he should be feared, etc.” If I had a lot of courage one particular day, maybe I’d approach him and ask him to strike me down with his lighting just so I know what it feels like to be vaporized to ashes, but other than that?? It’s safer for me to assume Malleus is dangerous based on his magical capabilities alone, because this is the smartest choice for my survivability. Yeah, I want to fight everyone, but I also need to pick and choose my battles strategically, because if Malleus ends up doing major damage, then I won’t be able to fight everyone ELSE in the cast.

Jamil doesn’t need to Snake Whisper me to convince me to come to Scarabia during winter break, I’ll literally accept any excuse to absorb free food and see what the dorm is like🎵

I’d probably die in the desert if Jamil drags me along for those training sessions/parades, because I cannot deal with hot, sunny weather...

I wouldn’t care all that much during the segment where Jamil’s keeping me locked up in a room?? Like, I’d be mildly concerned, but the situation’s pretty interesting~ It’s like being held hostage and an escape room all in one. I’d still definitely try to get out, but I’d be way less worried than Yuu is shown to be in the game.

I laugh at how silly Jamil’s OB facial hair is and get my ass kicked for it—

I’d fistfight Vil to include Grim as the 8th member of the VDC group and as the c e n t e r 😤 I would also fistfight Ruggie to get Grim’s deluxe menchi katsu sandwich for him because Grimmu deserves nothing less than the best ✨

I would resist the VDC group using Ramshackle as their base of operations for training. I do NOT like the idea of 7 random boys (most of which I barely know) invading my living space 😔 and the lack of privacy disturbs me............... If they somehow still yoink Ramshackle for their training, I’ll just pad around in the background in my fluffy house slippers, sheet mask, and pajamas while staring at them in disappointment from a safe distance away.

I betray NRC to squeal about how cute Neige and the dwarves are, especially Timmy ❤️—

I’m not sitting around and waiting to save Grimmu from STYX 😤 I’m immediately formulating a plan, grabbing supplies, and recruiting a rescue squad because NO ONE TOUCHES MY CAT; I am closing this post as I opened it, with CATS—

[holychocopie]

Bodyguard! Sanemi x F! Reader

Meeting your new security detail 😫

Author’s note: This trope is inspired by @mari-the-bimbo’s exceptional JJK series, please go check out her blog if you don’t know her yet, her Dorm mate! Gojo series is just to die for 😍 This will likely be a series as well, probably some ‘slow burn/can’t make my mind/deep in denial yet terribly jealous and possessive’ sort of romance, Sanemi being Sanemi! I have a few ideas but I’m open to prompt suggestions so please DM me with your ideas! BUTT! This doesn’t mean I am taking requests yet, sorry, I’m just afraid to get overwhelmed… Also, I plan on keeping this mostly SFW – we’ll see how it goes. Warnings: swearing, F! Reader, word-count 2075 Part 1 - Part 2 - Masterlist

· Your family being crazy rich and influential, and your father financing a lot of lobbies, you grew up with a target on your back.

· That and the fact that you’re barely 18 and finishing high school, you kind of lack in the maturity department still, and often take rash decisions just to upset your father with whom you have a bit of an oppositional relationship. So naturally, you tend to find yourself in risky situations…

· Clubs open their doors wide open for you because they know you’re loaded – well, your parents are, but ain’t that the same thing?! – and cracking a couple grands shouting your besties is a regular occurrence. Fashion week in Paris? Sure thing. Sponsors from huge brands? Don’t need to ask, their PR packages are already at your door. Want to hang out with some celebs? Dude! Zendaya, Lily-Rose and Millie are already asking you what you’re planning for the summer break! So yeah, you’re kind of a spoiled brat.

· But really, you’re not that bad – I mean, you ARE a bit of a little shit, but you actually stay out of trouble… mostly. A lot of the rich youth tend to go for drugs, extreme partying, terrible behaviour, hanging out with the wrong crowd, etc. But the truth is, you’re a sham! You still go to school, you actually plan on going to college to further your studies, you’re too much of an introvert to ask your crush out, you’re not even that popular at your school because your classmates just know you’re a dork, and you can count your real friends on the fingers of one hand.

· Your family’s wealth just made you a wee bit capricious.

· Unfortunately, it also attracts attention from the wrong kind of people, and I’m not talking paparazzi, stalkers and panties-thieves!

· Recently, as you accompanied your dad on one of his business trips to Hong Kong, you two got into an argument and you decided to go do some shopping to cool down – indulge, friend! You deserve it! Of course, paranoid as he is, your dad sent one of his security staff along, but you absolutely hate being followed so you quickly (and way too easily) lost the gorilla. I mean, did this guy even try to do his job seriously? Or did he think walking behind you and looking mean were the only two criteria to fulfil his mission?!

· Of course, shit went south quickly enough. As it turned out, a rival company to one that your father invested in considerably, wanted him to withdraw his funds. And his daughter was the perfect leverage. They tried to take the opportunity of you fluffing around Hong Kong’s busy malls to get their hands on you, only failing because somehow the security detail who was meant to shadow you managed to find you first, and actually did a decent job at kicking the bad guys’ asses before extracting you to the safety of your armoured rental car (yeah, there is a niche market for that visibly…).

· Since it has become obvious that his enemies are trying to attack him through you, and that you’re too much of a handful for a regular bodyguard, your dad decides to hire a pro. He knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy (you know the drill) … who specialises in the other niche market of rare talents: mercenaries and former or reformed militaries to hire for the security of high profile clients. When you hear about that, you’re anything but happy.

· Your parents took the decision to have one of those thick-arm-no-brain kind of dude be your personal bodyguard. He will follow you literally EVERYWHERE. At school, when you go out with friends, etc. Your social life on campus was pretty much nil already – let’s not even mention your love life because, clearly, you’d have more chances finding true love in Antarctica than in this poor excuse of an elite school! – and you just know that this will hammer the final nail in the coffin, burying forever your chances at blending in and living a somehownormal life…

· When you get home from school that afternoon, you know the guy will be there, ready to be introduced to you. You fully expect some sort of Vin Diesel or Sylvester Stallone type of overly body-built stern-looking humour-deprived 2 metres tall man in black.

· The butler welcomes you with a polite bow and takes your coat and bag from you while you remove your shoes and put on slippers before going any further. A maid picks up your fancy Mary-Janes to take them back to your dressing-room for you, and you thank her with a nod and a smile (‘cause you’re a little shit but you’re still nice to the staff!). “Your parents are waiting for you in the master’s office,” you get told by the butler, and you can feel your stomach twist and churn.

· As you reach your dad’s office, you brace yourself. You take a couple of deep breath: it will go well! You don’t need to be friendly with the guy, he’s supposed to be your shadow after all. And it’s not a team’s work, you won’t be working as partner, so no stress! He’s an employee, he works for you! It’s not like you want him to appreciate you or that you should care about what he’ll think of you.

· You already start forming the outline of an evil plan to get him fired in case he turns out to be too much of a dick. Because one should always have a Plan B ready to get rid of unwanted attention from creeps or bullies.

· You eventually knock at the door, and wait to be invited in, like a proper lady – you’re already upset, no need to make your mood worse by getting into a never-ending argument with your old man about etiquette.

· After hearing your mother’s kind voice answer “Come in!”, you push the door open and get in. At first, you’re kinda confused… Like, where the fuck is the bodybuilder? Nowhere to be seen! Did your dad change his mind about the personal security detail?! Your veeerrrry brief moment of relief is quickly replaced by renewed confusion. There is a guy standing there, in the middle of the room, back to you and facing your parents, both sitting behind your dad’s huge hand-carved wooden desk. His more average silhouette isn’t quite what you expected: he’s only 180cm tall or something, medium build – like definitely not Arnold Schwarzenegger material but you can still see the curve of his biceps through the fabric of his white shirt – and somehow he appears a bit less stiff than the rest of the security staff. Yeah, they kind of all look like they got a stick up the ass… I mean, the guy has already gotten rid of his blazer and casually has his arms crossed over his chest. Etiquette? Nay nay! Visibly, this guy’s got no fuck to give about good manners in high society.

· And of course, there is his hair. Like WTF, does he bleach it or something?! In his line of work, shouldn’t he keep it neatly cut and natural? How does he even get such a perfect snow-like white?! He’s got a thick mope of it too, and you can’t help but think that he must have some pretty bad bed-head mornings. It’s cut sort of short at the back, probably in a desperate attempt at taming his gravity-defying mane. I wonder if it’s soft… you think, before pursing your lips. Why would you even think that, girl!

· “Good evening,” you say with the most neutral tone you can muster. Because you definitely refuse to give your dad any excuse to make you look like the horrible daughter he often makes you out to be when talking to his guests and business partners. You know he thinks you’re an ungrateful, worthless child, despite your many attempts at making him proud with good grades and honed creative skills… Sure, you’re spoiled, and you act like it more often than not, but you’re far from being the bad seed he regularly portrays.

· “Y/N, you are late. You knew you were expected to be home at 3.30 on the dot to meet the new member of our security team.” Of course, he’d find something to reproach you anyway!!

· Your father looks at you intently, clearly your cue to apologise. You sigh audibly and mumble: “Right, sorry, I should have foreseen we’d be stuck in traffic and teleported home instead.”

· The words slipped before you could stop them, talking back to your father like you always did because… well you know, you’re a bad seed and all. You bite your cheek, already mentally facepalming for taking the bait waaayyyy too quickly.

· Your father frowns, pinching the bridge of his nose to hold back the hearing he would have given you normally – your mom rubbing his shoulder with sympathy may be what’s helping him keeping it cool(-ish.) His turn to sigh, one minute together in the same room and he’s already done with you. He would have sent you to your room if he didn’t have to see through the formal introduction of your bodyguard. “Y/N, this is Shinazugawa Sanemi. He will be attached to your personal security around the clock. He will not be living in the North wing like most of the personnel, but in a suit close to yours in the main building, to make sure you do not sneak out at night again.”

· You immediately try to argue that: “Dad, that happened only once an-” “That’s one too many time!” he cuts you firmly, voice raising and shoulders tensed, trying to assert his authority. You bite your bottom lip, fully frustrated with the whole situation, and your mom gives you a look that says ‘Sorry-not sorry, you know your dad…’. Poor her, always having to play Switzerland to try and smoother your firey fights. Your dad resumes, this time addressing the new-comer: “Shinazugawa-san, please do not hesitate to take every measure you deem necessary to protect her. Keep her safe at all costs.” “I will.”

· Was he one of those ‘men of few words’, who act more than they blab? Then maybe he wouldn’t nag you too much and you’d have some peace after all?

· But just as that thought crosses your mind, he glances at you above his shoulder – the nerve of this guy who doesn’t even turn to face you properly when looking at you! He didn’t even bow to you or anything either, what the hell! It’s as if he was gratifying you with his contempt! You could feel your blood boiling already, damn! He is an employee like everyone else here, who does he think he is!

· I mean, sure he is kinda cute… in spite of the many scars that litters his face… and if you are into perpetually pissed looking fuck-boy – the basic tsundere type! Like, he has some pretty features, really: light purple eyes, glaring at you angrily behind thick long lashes, like he’s gauging the size of your coffin or something … You randomly take note of the barely visible white eyebrows, considering he might actually be albino after all.

· The conversation doesn’t last much longer after that, and soon enough, the both of you are kindly told to fuck off, because your dad has better shit to do, like plan his next golf trip or whatever. As soon as the door closes behind you, the newly appointed bodyguard sneers at you.

· “You little shit better behave, ‘cause I ain’t some glorified babysitter for spoiled brats. I’ll put a leash on you if I have to.” “Sure, you can try! You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you sadistic polar grizzly!”

· Once again, you talk faster than you think, words spilling out of your mouth like verbal diarrhoea. It’s only after a hot second that you realise your words could somehow be perceived as some sort of invitation to a very inappropriate kind of foreplay… And judging by his raised eyebrow and slight frown, the white-haired man got the awkwardness of your vindictive answer just right. You blush – definitely out of anger, nothing else, okay! – and walk off. “I’ll go to my room, good night!” you inform, drapping yourself in whatever’s left of your dignity.

· You start to seriously consider working a bit more on your Plan B.

[mae-gi-writes]

Once Again (PT.I) | Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyu!)

ONCE AGAIN : PART ONE 

Summary:  Iwaizumi’s broken marriage results in his five-year-old son trying to match him up with his primary school teacher, whom he thinks will make a wonderful replacement for a mother. 

Genre: fluff, slight angst, f!reader x dad! Iwaizumi 

A/N: There will be 2 or 3 parts of this oneshot! Depending on how long I feel like writing. Thanks for checking it out and stopping by! Let’s dive into some Iwa moments :,)

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“What’s your return policy on rings?” 

The saleswoman smiles sympathetically behind the counter. That stupid sympathetic smile he’s been getting for weeks on end now. And it never stops; with his co-workers, with his family, his friends...

Iwaizumi’s sick of it. He’s sick of having to prove that he’s doing just fine, thank you very much. When in truth, his heart is constantly being torn apart and stomped upon as is people have nothing better to do than torture him in their free time. 

“I’m sorry, but these rings have been brought more than three years ago, and our warrant only lasts for three years,” the saleswoman keeps on talking but it doesn’t matter, for Iwaizumi can already feel the anger slowly creep up through the back of his neck, can already feel the vibrating emotions clogging up his sense of judgement. 

His fists clench at his sides upon impulse, the physical pain of his nails driving into his palms enough to remind him to stay cordial. It’s not the woman’s fault, the better part of him chants, it’s not her fault at all. 

“Fine,” he manages to grovel out, barely, “thanks anyway.” 

He all but storms out of the shop while shoving the rectangular box back in his pant pocket, and though it’s been more than four months since his ugly divorce with the woman he’d hoped to share the rest of his life with, the weight of their promise hangs heavy and hot upon his thigh. 

The thing is, Iwaizumi is mad. He is seething. If one were to give him a bat, he’d probably destroy the entire town by himself. Not because she was the one that cheated, not because she was the one going behind his back numerous times a week to seek out her lover when he’d been basically driven mad between Hoisuke’s cries and the stress of call meetings scheduled back to back. 

No, he’s angry. Because how the fuck could she do this to Hoisuke? How can she break the child’s heart like that, so ruthlessly, without even thinking twice about the consequences? 

Because if there is a victim in all this, then it’s definitely Hoisuke. And not only that, Hoisuke understands that his mother has been acting strange, that she doesn’t return at regular times and that her hugs now smell of cigarette smoke with a bittertaste of alcohol. 

Iwaizumi is so caught up in anger that he almost blunders past his battered Hyundai, red and chipping away at the corners. Still, this car holds so many memories, the good and the bad ones. 

“Can’t you get a newer car? I thought your company could sponsor you,” the ghost of his wife’s voice echoes through his head, a blatant reminder of all the things she’d found wrong in his life.

“Why?” he’d tilted his head around to fix his gaze on her figure bending over the sink. The TV was playing in the background and he thanked the gods that the morning comics were taking up Hoisuke’s attention, enough to distract him from his parents’ quibbles. 

“It’s just--so old and tacky.” 

“It still works well, doesn’t it? Why change it now?” 

She’d paused, hesitated slightly before blundering on, “It’s embarrassing. My colleagues keep asking if we're poor or something."

"Who cares what your colleagues think?"

Fuck her, Iwaizumi mentally swears as he turns on the ignition. Fuck her and all her needs for a better life. As if the life they had wasn't more than enough. Pulling out into the street to join the incoming traffic, he blinks away the sudden tears accumulating at the corner of his eyes and swears once more, this time aloud, glad that Hoisuke isn't in his presence when he gets in such a foul mood.

Iwaixumi may be angry. He may be filled with pent-up rage from the memory still attached to the day he'd discovered a used condom in their bathroom trash. But that doesn't mean it hurts any less.

That doesn't mean he does not still cry into his pillow over it every night.

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"Please don't forget to do your homework for tomorrow! We'll correct them before moving on to the next chapter," you call out to your students as excited chatter fills the air. Students rise from their seats, some calling you bye and waving as they all file out of the classroom and you can't help the small smile lingering over your lips even though your feet are killing you.

Outside, parents have already lined up to collect their kids, the chatter and bustle of people ebbing away down the corridor as you let out a soft sigh.

"Miss?"

You jolt, not realizing that one of your students stands by the table wringing his hands, "what's wrong Hoisuke? Dad's not here yet?"

He shakes his head, watery eyes blinking up at you as he raises his thumb to his lips. You stand quickly and motion him to come close until he's within reach before your hand smoothes over the back of his head, "it's okay. He's probably stuck in traffic. I'll wait with you."

It's not surprising that parents get tardy once in a while and you're all too accustomed to those slight change in plans. Thankfully, you manage to distract the young boy with some coloured crayons and a piece of paper while you dial for his father's number.

It keeps ringing. No one picks up.

You try once more, one more time after that. But still, nothing. It shifts to voicemail. You decide it's better than nothing, "hi Iwaizumi-san. This is Y/N, Hoisuke's teacher. I was just wondering what time you would be picking up Hoisuke? Please call me as soon as possible. Thank you."

You end the call only to spot Hoisuke's eyes on you, intent and impatient for you to explain, "it's okay," you tell him with a smile, "he'll be here soon. Don't worry. Do you want to keep colouring some more?"

Hoisuke nods, to which your smile widens. It's those special moments, where your shyest students express themselves, that your chest warms with sympathy and affection. You've been there, you know how it feels like not to be heard, and you appreciate every interaction they offer you.

Being a primary school teacher is tough, especially since it wasn't in your original plans. But the satisfaction of bringing up some of the world's future leaders cancelled out all the late nights correcting tests and scrambled weekends trying to finish off as many worksheets as you possibly could for the coming week. You can’t complain, not when you have a decent salary that keeps bread on the table and a roof over your head.

A tug on your sleeve brings you back to Hoisuke looking up at you, a scribbled drawing of what seems to be of him and his dad. You feel yourself chuckling at how he's drawn both their hair in brown spikes, erratically extravagant and yet so close to reality.

"That's really good, Hoisuke!" You beam down at him, "what do you and your dad do on weekends?"

He shrugs shyly, head averted to the side so that there's no need for eye contact. And in the shyest voice he can muster up, he says:

"Daddy brings me...to see Mama," Hoisuke's words are barely above a mumble, "they live in different houses. They can't live together anymore."

Uneasiness squeeses in your stomach, followed by sympathy for this soft-hearted boy. You had overheard some of your colleagues giggling about Hoisuke's dad being attractive and single -- a combo that teachers adore -- but that doesn't mean that the weight of his words don't lay heavy on your own conscience.

"Do you miss your Mama a lot?" You ask him softly. Unconsciously, your hand finds a way to smooth over his head.

The boy doesn't pull away. Instead, he nods, "sometimes. But it is better this way. Daddy smiles more now. And there's no one to shout and make noise."

"Are you happy, Hoisuke? With your dad?"

He nods and to your amazement grins, "daddy is funny. He tells me not to swear but when he burns the food he always swears. And then he says to shush and tells me to close my ears. He also makes me pancakes every Saturday morning before I go see Mama."

Right on cue, a figure bursts through the open classroom door and both your heads snap to see a drenched, older version of Hoisuke who looks like he just finished running a marathon.

"I'm--" he wheezes, causing you to stand in alarm and concern, "I'm sorry I'm--so late--"

"Daddy, you forgot me again!" Comes Hoisuke's statement as you ask Iwaizumi if he's okay. He shakes off your worry with a flick of his hand and a shake of his head, "I'm fine. Sorry-- there's a nasty rain outside--"

"It's okay," you reassure him as Hoisuke practically barrels into his father and almosy knocks him off his feet.

"Sorry Hoisuke," you watch Iwaizumi's hardened features soften ever so slightly as he ruffles his son's hair. Then, looking back up at you as you bring over Hoisuke's backpack, he says, "thank you. For looking after him."

"It's no problem, honestly. We had fun didn't we?" You grin down at your student and are delighted to find Hoisuke grinning back up at you, albeit shyly, "I put his homework in his diary. He'll need to complete it for tomorrow so that he doesn't fall behind in class."

His father nods, "alright. Thanks."

"Daddy, your hair looks atrocious," Hoisuke says, tugging onto his shirt.

"Atrocious huh?" Iwazumi's eyebrow rise, "someone was listening in their English class today."

"Atrocious means that it looks bad. Daddy, your hair looks bad."

"Thanks buddy, I knew that. Now say bye to Miss Y/N."

"Bye bye, miss Y/N," Hoisuke says, wriggling his short arm through the air as you wave back with a giggle. His father nods at you in silent thanks, makes a move to walk out of the class, only to swivel back to you just as you're collecting your bag.

"Uhm," he clears his throat, causing you to jump slightly, "yes?" You blink back at him and try hard not to stare at the way his white shirt clings to his toned chest, translucent from the rain.

"Do you need a ride?"

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You've known Iwaizumi since high school. Having graduated just two years later than he did, his reputation had preceded him throughout the school halls even though you'd never actually had any face to face interaction with the said man. Iwaizumi doesn't know this of course and you are adamant about keeping it a secret. But that plan seems to be unraveling before your very eyes the moment your small talk turns towards your academic history.

"You're from Aoba Johsai?" His surprised glance doesn't escape your notice, especially since that's the most reaction you've gotten out of him.

"Yeah," your eyes stay glued to the row of cars crawling through the motorway, "I remember you went there too, right?"

"How'd you know?"

"You were Aoba's ace volleyball player. Everyone knew who you were."

His silence answers you and for a moment, you fear that you might have offended him. Not that it's something to be offended about.

Before you try to scratch your brain for some kind of response -- any response -- Hoisuke pipes up from the back seat, "Daddy was famous back when he was in high school. He hit the ball like kapow! And jumped so high he can touch the sky."

"Oh? Have you seen him on camera?" You turn slightly, a small smile dangling off your lips at how adorably amazed and excited Hoisuke seems to be.

"Yeah! His spikes are so awesome! It goes pow! And it zooms! Like a cannon ball!"

You burst out laughing, "yes, your father was amazing whenever he was on the court. Every girl in our class had a crush on him."

"What's a crush?"

"Hmm, you know when you really like someone. You like like them, you want to be together with them. Like, girlfriend and boyfriend."

"Oh," Hoisuke draws out, "did you really like daddy too?"

"Yeah I did."

"What?" Iwaizumi almost chokes on his own spit at the same time traffic eases and you're glad for the distraction, for you're certain there's a scattering of colour upon your cheeks.

"Do you really like him now?" Hoisuke persists, undoubtly untouched by the embarrassment taking over his father's features and you swear that more than ever, you want to laugh at how flustered Iwaizumi looks.

You decide to play nice though and instead turn to wink at your student, "that's a secret for me to keep."

You don't have to look twice to know that the man beside you is bursting into hot flames.

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"Did you really like Mama before you started living separately?"

Iwaizumi swears that he's never felt so uncomfortable in his life. Not when he's had to state that he was divorced, not when he had to sign divorce papers half drunk off his ass. Not even when he'd raged after his said ex-wife after finding a tie that wasn't his own in his laundry pile.

Now is probably a good definition of what uncomfortable means.

"You're not gonna let me off the hook are you?" He steals a glance at Hoisuke from over his shoulder while stirring the vegetable curry, "yes, I really liked your mother."

"Did she?"

The word 'yes' almost slips past his mouth. Except, he isn't sure whether that's the truth and decides to shoot back with, "have you finished your homework, Hoisuke? You know it's due tomorrow. Miss Y/N said so."

"Do you really like miss Y/N?"

"What?" Iwaizumi frowns, "well--no. Not like that."

"Why?" His son whines, "I really really like Miss Y/N. She's nice to me and she never shouts. And she bakes good cookies!"

"How'd you know that?" Iwaizumi leans over to taste a bit of the sauce. Not bad, he thinks and mentally pats himself on the back. A few weeks ago, he would've probably burnt the entire house down.

"Because she bakes them every month. Every time we finish a test."

"That's nice of her."

"Yes," there's a pause as the man fishes out a bowl in which to serve the curry, "daddy, what do you do when you really like someone? Do you marry them like you and Mama did?"

"Uh--yeah. Sure."

"Then does that mean I need to marry Miss Y/N if I really like her?"

"Yup."

"Daddy!"

Iwaizumi bursts out laughing. Turning off the stovetop and bringing the bowl over to the dining table, he reaches out to ruffle his son's hair with a grin, "you're the one who has a crush on miss Y/N."

"She's too old for me Daddy," grumbles Hoisuke while scooping out two rice bowls as the pair sit down for dinner, "but she'll be good for you."

"Not that simple, buddy," Iwaizumi says as he dumps two spoonfuls of curry into his son's bowl, before doing the same with his own, "there's a difference between like and love."

A frown falls over his son's face, so like his own that Iwaizumi can't help but chuckle, "what is the difference?"

"Well, when you really like someone, you might want to get to know them better. Or play with them andd shit--stuff like that. When you love someone, it's..." he hesitates, "it's different."

"Why?"

There goes that innocent question that punctures his chesy a little too deeply. The brown-haired man steadies his gaze upon the calendar fixed on the wall opposite him as he answers with:

"When you love someone, you want to live with them. You want to start a family with them. Their happiness," his brown orbs switch back to his son's focused attention, "their happiness is all that matters."

Maybe it's the fact that he's not used to speaking so truthfully about such things. Maybe it's just Hoisuke who suddenly realizes the layers hidden beneath his father's poker-faced exterior. But for a moment, neither of them speak, as if bewitched by a silencing spell if broken by the scraping of cutlery against porcelain.

"Did you love mama?"

Hoisuke's voice is small, fragile. So fragile that Iwaizumi pauses just as his spoon reaches his mouth, glancing over at his boy. His beautiful boy.

"Yeah."

Another short pause. "Did she love me?"

"Of course she did," Iwaizumi's face softens. To be honest, Hoisuke hadn't showed any kind of restraint during the entire divorce procedure, had merely accepted things as they had unfolded before his very eyes. But sometimes, Iwaizumi fears his son might be keeping more from him than he lets on.

He ressembles his mother a lot in that sense.

"Then," wet coffee-coloured eyes blink up at him, lips trembling with a hoarse whisper, "why'd she leave?"

Before his father can say anything, the young boy bursts into tears.

Iwaizumi rushes over, clasping Hoisuke in his embrace as the child buries his face into his neck and cries and cries and cries. His little heart beats like wild horses and with every sob echoing through hid body, Iwaizumi feels his own heart break over and over again. One of his hands rub comforting circles of Hoisuke's back, while the other smoothes over the back of his head as he murmurs soft nothings in hopes that it will calm down the young child.

"I want--" Hoisuke's voice is thick with tears, "I want Mama--"

"Shh, hey it's okay," Iwaizumi murmurs out, "s'alright kiddo. I got you."

Hoisuke falls asleep eventually, the soft sniffles dying out into even breaths as he slumps against his father’s shoulder, probably tired out from his earlier emotions. Iwaizumi takes this as his chance to tuck the boy into bed, glad that he’d listened to the small subconscious in his head telling him that Hoisuke would be falling asleep sooner rather than latter. 

As he smoothes over his son’s hair, a part of him wonders how much Hoisuke is still silently hurting from his mother’s departure. He can’t imagine it; suddenly changing lives like you’ve merely changed your bed sheets and Iwaizumi had been so caught up in his own heartbreak, in his own bout of silent rage, that he’d forgotten that along the way, Hoisuke was also a victim to their endless fighting, the cold war that had broken his family apart. 

He wishes he can take the pain away, ease it somehow. But it’s not that simple. The truth is, no one can actually predict how a heart gets broken, nor when it does. The only evidence are the repurcussions. And it’s only now that Iwaizumi gets to see it truly take its form. 

Leaning over to press a soft kiss to Hoisuke’s forehead, Iwaizumi murmurs his silent goodnight before walking out and gently closing the bedroom door behind him. 

He leans onto the hard wooden surface and rubs his eyes. It is only upon pulling them away that he takes notice of the family photograph hanging on the opposite wall, frozen smiles wrapped up in lies.

He really needs to take that down.

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[eclipixels]

Saving Kaneki from going on that date with Rize

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The first time I had met him was at the school library. He had stumbled into my life, quite literally stumbled. He had tripped and fallen on top of me, knocking over most of the books from the fantasy section.

There he was, all shy with shining silver eyes and dark hair. He groaned and rubbed his head before immediately standing up and apologising, running back to an orange haired boy whom I assumed was his friend.

The next day, a Monday, it was going back to classes again. Most people were taking a break from everything and just going out since it was the weekend but I stayed in and read some fanfiction to release some stress. Dazai is good and all but sometimes you just need a brain break from all the high vocabulary and just read some cheesy love story written by a delusional 16 year old.

I had arrived to class early since it's nice when it's all silent and nobody is here. I sighed before taking out my textbooks and reading Sen Takatsuki's newest novel. I rested my chin on my palm as I engrossed myself into the pages of the book.

Suddenly, I noticed something from the corner of my eye, there was someone else here. It didn't take long for me to realize that it was the boy from the library yesterday.

He had 2 cups of coffee in his hand with one nervously held out towards me. I was a bit shocked since nobody had ever done a gesture like that to me before so I froze for a second before accepting the warm beverage.

"I'm really sorry I ran into you yesterday, I really didn't mean to, it was an accident and I didn't know where I was going, and um, I'm Kaneki Ken."

"It's alright. I didn't mind and you didn't have to get me this but thank you." I smiled politely.

"You're welcome and it really was no trouble. It's the least I could do to excuse my clumsiness." He shyly spoke.

"Would you like to sit down?" I asked as I noticed he was still standing in front of me.

"O-oh sure!" His eyes widened. He sat down next to me and pulled out his textbooks, mimicking the actions I had done prior to him arriving.

"Hey, is that Takatsuki's newest novel? How'd you get that? I didn't think it'd be out 'till next week!" The smile that lit up his face was something I'd never get used to and unbeknownst to me, would be the one I would slowly fall in love with.

"Oh, most shops have already had them shipped to them and are keeping them in storage until next week. A bookstore owner I know really well managed to sneak one out for me." I explained.

"Aw, no way! You're so lucky! Do you mind if I borrow it? I promise I'll give it back to you by tomorrow!" He exclaimed and I can swear I think I saw sparkles in his eyes.

"Um, Here, you can take it now since I finished it earlier in the morning." I handed the book to him.

Thus was the start of our friendship. Even though he was often busy with school more than me, (since he took more complex classes) he still had time to spend with me. It'd be small things from sitting silently next to me and doing his school work while I read any book that he had recommended to just going out for ice cream together in a nearby park.

Everyday he would seem to bring me a beverage whether it'd be my favorite coffee or something else. If he couldn't meet with me, he'd always have it delivered to my doorstep. It became a tradition for us.

Soon enough, I had met the orange haired boy that I had seen with Kaneki the day that I first met him and not long after had we also become friends.

Somehow, Hide and Kaneki managed to get me out of my apartment and took me out to get lunch with them. The three of us had become quite close.

Although I enjoyed my friendship with both of them, it had seemed that I had fallen in love with the dark haired boy and might I say fallen really hard. Like, cupid got drunk and shot me in the back, sending me flying into Kaneki's heart, face first into his adorableness.

His eyes told stories that I found familiarity in. It held the same gleam of a painful past, the same feeling I found in mine. It didn't take long for me to accept the fact that I had drowned myself in his aura, becoming truly, madly deep in love with Kaneki Ken.

Unfortunately Hide had figured this out and of course he tried to get me to confess and after what felt like centuries of persuading, he finally got me to go and confess.

Well, that was before now. Now, he had come to me with pitiful eyes, telling me that Kaneki had fallen for a shy, purple haired woman that he had met in a coffee shop, and that he had asked her out on a bit of a date, and that she had said yes. I couldn't process what was even coming out of his mouth.

Kaneki asking out a stranger? Impossible–

–But.. after awhile I looked up at Hide and saw that he still had the same downcast look on his face. I knew then that he wasn't lying, and that he was serious. I guess that Kaneki does not feel the same way I do. we'll, obviously he didn't. I felt myself go numb as I was being pulled into a hug by Hide but I didn't respond. He kept apologizing over and over again, telling me that Kaneki is an idiot to have chosen a stranger over the the girl who was there for him through the difficult times and shared almost everything with each other but, in my eyes, I was just the girl who was foolishly in love with a boy who would never look at her the way she looked at him.

Hide went on about how Kaneki must have been crazy not to like me back, and that kaneki and I were perfect for one another, and that Kaneki was just making a mistake but everything that came out of his mouth just felt like lies that only reminded me more and more of the reality, stomping harder on my already shattered heart.

Hide decided to take me to get some food to cheer me up. It wouldn't work but I accepted his kind request since I can at least try to get my mind off of it.

"Don't worry about it, Y/n! We're gonna have the bestest day you've ever experienced!" Hide exclaimed determined.

"Give it your best shot." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Just wait and see Y/n, it'll be fun. Now let's go!" Hide shouted.

Once we had arrived, Hide's face looked distraught and he immediately said we should go somewhere else. I found that very weird and out of the ordinary for him. That's when I noticed him staring at something and I followed his gaze only to be met with the shattering view.

"Oh." I muttered.

"That's why" he let out a sigh. "I'm sorry." He apologized.

There was Kaneki, across the street with a tall long purple haired girl who I assumed was the girl who he asked out.

"What do you mean? That doesn't matter to me. Let's just go inside anyway." I lied straight through my teeth, doing my best to seem unbothered by it.

"Are you sure? You don't seem like you're okay." Hide asked with worried eyes, concern evident on his face.

"No no, I'm fine" but my tone contradicted my words.

"Look y/n, you're hurt and upset but you don't have to force yourself to do this-" Hide gripped my shoulder only to be interrupted by my voice.

"I said it's okay, Hide. C'mon, I can handle this." I smiled.

I don't know why I'm doing this but it can't get any worse, can it?

Shit.. yes, yes it can and it's happening right now.

Kaneki sees us and makes his way over. His expression was shocked to say the least.

"Y/n? What're you doing here?" Kaneki asked.

"Oh um, Hide and I just decided to get some food." I stumbled the words out.

"..with Hide?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yea." I pressed my lips together and rocked on my heels.

"Huh, interesting." He hummed. "Are you two out on a date?" His expression changed to bitter.

"Wait what? No way." I laughed, actually finding it funny he would think that. Even Hide snickered.

"oh.." He muttered.

"So, who's that?" I chocked out, referring to the violet haired girl.

"This is Rize." He introduced.

"Well it was nice to meet you! Excuse me I have to go now." I ran to the bathroom. Fuuuuuck that was so embarrassing. I wanna cry and scream at the same time.

I could overhear Hide and Kaneki still talking. I focused to hear a bit clearer and I immediately clasped my hands over my mouth as I heard Hide passive aggressively say, "Have fun on your date while y/n and I hang out and have fun all day. Bye Ken!"

Hide huffed before sitting down next to me. "Someone looks pissed." I mumbled.

"Who wouldn't I be pissed? God, he's so fucking dense. This is like when your two favorite characters who you ship don't end up together and one of them ends up with some other bitch." He ran his hand through his hair sighing.

"What did you say to him?" I asked.

"You'd scold me if I told you so I'm not telling you. Ugh, I can't believe I'm best friends with such a-" I stopped him mid sentence.

"Let it go, Hide." I put a hand on his shoulder.

"I won't talk about it anymore but I'm not letting it go." He huffed.

"Whatever but, did you notice something weird about her?" I asked.

"Uh, not really. What do you mean by weird?" He asked.

"Bro, I swear there's something fucking weird about that girl!" I exclaimed.

"She doesn't seem weird.. I just think he's ways out of her league." He explained.

"No no, there's just something.. I don't know. She gives off weird vibes." I stirred the straw in my drink.

"Hm, are you sure you aren't acting like this because.." Hide trailed off, smirking.

"I just care about him, it's not about how I feel and- stuff for him, y'know? It's not about that. I'm just worried about him." I expressed my concerns trying to not include my feelings into the equation.

"Call it whatever you want but you're jealous." He snickered.

"I've got an idea!" I exclaimed.

"Oh no-" He widened his eyes.

"I'll go with them!" I said.

"I don't think they'd let you." He furrowed his brows.

"I'll just sit at another table so they won't see me."

"Don't-"

"I PROMISE I won't ever do it again. Just this one time and if everything goes ok I'll never do it again." I put my hands together before Hide sighed in response.

~

I sat at a table far away from them but enough for me to see. They were talking but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

Kaneki was mostly likely rambling on about his favorite books. He's so cute when he makes those little gestures. Honestly, he could talk about where hot dogs come from and I'd still drool over how adorable he is.

Seggsy lesbian bitch- I mean Rize on the other hand was just doing the debby ryan and not even eating anything. That's kinda suspicious. Is she a vampire or something? Holy shit what if she's a ghoul?!

I almost didn't notice them leaving but I somehow catched up to where they were going. It was already a but dark out. They came to a stop and Kaneki was blushing furiously.

Wait..

Oh no

They leaned in..

Are they going to kiss? I don't think I can bear to watch that.

What happened next almost gave me a heart attack. She opened her mouth and was about to bite his shoulder. My fight or flight response immediately activated and before I knew it, I grabbed Kaneki's hand and ran.. His eyes widened in pure shock.

From the corner of my eye, I could see in the reflection of weird tentacles coming out of her as she wailed and chased after us. I didn't notice at first but soon enough I felt the blood trickle down my leg.

She managed to cut my leg. I wasn't that good at running and the gash made it even worse. I felt my legs giving out and I collapsed onto the concrete sidewalk. Everything felt kind of foggy and I barely remember what's even happening right now but I could feel that Kaneki somehow managed to carry me on his back and he ran to the nearest public area.

"Y/n! You're bleeding! We need to get you to the hospital right now!" Kaneki said as he frantically looked for his phone.

"Are you okay? Did she bite you?" I asked.

"No, I'm fine! You're the one hurt right now! Why are you worrying about me?" I could see the fear and concern in his eyes. For some reason I felt guilty for it but I felt warm inside knowing he cared.

"I'll be fine, it's just a cut. She was going to eat you! What was going to happen if she did?" I squeezed his hand.

"I'm okay now, aren't I? Thanks to you." He smiled, wiping away splattered blood from my cheek.

"You're welcome, Kaneki-san"

"I called Hide to come so he can help take you to the hospital to get your wound treated." He assured me.

"Its not a big deal." I tried to pretend I wasn't in extreme pain.

"It is" He sternly voiced.

"It's not" I spoke with the same tone.

"Don't argue back. I owe it to you after you saved my life."

"Fine but only because you said so."

After we arrived at the hospital, the doctor said it was just a small gnash, nothing severe. They patched me up and Kaneki insisted on coming along with me.

"You didn't have to come with me, Ken. I can manage on my own." I said as we entered my apartment.

"Oh and also, what're you doing?" I asked as he tugged on my jacket trying to get it off which he somehow managed to do.

"Y/n, you're my friend and you saved my life, I already told you I owe you." He sighed hanging up our coats.

"A friend, huh?" I smiled sadly. Back to pain it was again. Heartbreak isn't a hobby for me, it's a lifestyle. :')

"Y-yeah, well you're my friend aren't you?" He peered at me with doe eyes.

"Kaneki I really need to tell you something." I blurted.

"What is it?" He gulped.

"I.." I started but choked up.

"Uh?" He stepped closer. Dammit why is this so difficult.

"I love you." I whispered averting my eyes away. I couldn't dare to look at his face. After a moment of silence I looked up to see.. nobody? Where'd he go?

"Kaneki?? Where are you?" I shouted. Did he leave? Wow, couldn't he at least say it that he doesn't like me. I suddenly tripped over something and fell onto the floor, thankfully on top of a rug.

I groaned feeling a sharp pain in my abdomen from landing on something underneath. I slowly get up and look to see Kaneki. Kaneki. On the floor. wut.

"Eh? What the-???" I yelled in confusion. "Why are you on the God damn floor??" I frantically shouted.

"And are you crying? And texting Hide?" I ask seeing his lit up phone screen.

"N-no" He sniffled, turning his head so I couldn't see.

"Why are you crying, though?" I raised an eyebrow, wiping his tears with my thumb.

"It's just that I never thought you'd ever like me. Do you know h-how long I've had feelings for you?" He teared up even more.

"Why are you getting emotional?" I held his hand tighter.

"Oh my bananas y/n, I'm crying tears of joy! I'm so happy you like me back! I just thought you'd never like me back, that's why I went out with Rize to try and forget these feelings." He looked away from me with pink tinted cheeks feeling shameful.

"Kaneki! Why didn't you say anything?" I scolded light heartedly.

"You know I'm shy. How come you didn't?" He scrunched his nose.  Adorable.

"Well I was! In fact I was planning on confessing on the day you asked that girl out" I glanced down while frowning, having a sour taste in my mouth.

"Y/n.. do you want to go out on a date with me?" He looked up at me.

"Of course I do and I wanted to be the one to ask!" I crossed my arms.

"Beat you to it." He smiled.

"Can I at least pick the date?" I asked.

"Errr sure but I want to go on a book date 'cause Hide said they're lame and I wanna prove him wrong." He narrowed his eyes.

"Sure." I sigh.

"Thank you, Y/n!" He launched himself at me, hugging me tightly.

"What for?" I laughed hugging him back.

"For saving me and for agreeing to going on a date with me" He whispered.

"I didn't have a choice when it came to liking you though, how could I not?" I replied back.

"May we.. stay like this." He requested while staring up at me with sparking glossy doe eyes. I gazed at his soft pink face and planted a cheste kiss on his cheek causing his breath to hitch.

The moment was innocent, delicate and serene... until Kaneki's phone dinged with a notification of a text from Hide. Y/n made a mental note to ask what he texted Hide behind her couch while Kaneki made a mental note to ask how the hell did she show up at the right moment when Rize tried to eat him.

—But only Hide knows the answer to those questions 💅

[hikarimiyanaga]

Loving You (Part 6)

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5

Another Update! I'm going to have my vacation soon so that means more time for writing... or playing games. Whichever my brain wants to do first I guess. I'm still going to finish this up first, though.

Warning : Omegaverse. Beta!Reader x Omega!Wanda Maximoff. Curse Words.

Also, just tell me if I need to add more warnings so I can edit as quickly as I can.

Taglist : @mitchiesdungeon / @upsidedowndanvers / @trikruismybitch / @fayhar / @madamevirgo

-

You crack your neck as you get your books from your locker.

“Y/N!” Wanda calls out then hugs you. You chuckle and kiss her.

“Okay, lovebirds, break it up.” Wanda snickers as Pietro pouts. “It’s so weird to see my sister being adorable with her girlfriend.”

“Oh.” You giggle. “Maybe you should get a partner too, Pietro.”

“It should distract you from us.” He groans and you all get to your classes.

-

You stretch your body as your last class ends. You’ve already completed the project with Angel and was just lounging around all class.

“When are we going to submit this?”

“When it’s due. So people won’t be pressured.” Angel nods and smiles.

“Babe!” Natasha calls out and tackles Angel whom you assist.

“Jesus, Romanoff, Angel isn’t going anywhere.” Natasha pulls away and glares at you.

“Shut up, Y/LN. I just got home an hour ago. We’ve parted for too long.” Angel smiles then pinches both of Natasha’s cheeks.

“And whose fault is that?” You laugh as you walk past them and take Wanda’s hand. You grin at her and she smiles at you.

“Hi.” You kiss her and she smiles. You walk outside when Alsie appears. She pants as you and Wanda stare at her.

“Y/N! Finally!” You raise an eyebrow at her.

“Al? What’s up?”

“The firm needs us, come on.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yep. Just fantastic.”

“Sorry, Wands.” You kiss her and she nods. “Wait for Pietro, okay? I’m really sorry.”

“I’ll be fine. Go.”

“I love you!” You say before getting inside the car after Alsie.

“I love you too!” She shouts and waves as Alsie drives.

-

Alsie practically runs as soon as she parks the car and you follow her. You open the doors to the firm and see that everyone is running with documents and such. Cases and clients are handled by either your mom or one of her eight partners. Both Alsie and Valerie are studying Law so they could work here.

“What the h-“

“Y/N!” You and Alsie turn to see Tony, Pepper and Vision walk to you.

“Tony? What?”

“Dad said we need to find a new firm since our last one was kinda shitty since the new owners took over so I suggested we go here.”

“Why?” Tony laughs at you.

“You. You do know your own credentials and achievements, right?”

“Me? What did I do?”

“Besides keeping up with Angel?”

“You also know ANGEL GARCIA!?” Alsie shakes you and you release yourself. You glare at her.

“Yes! Why!?”

“She only won the international junior award for robotics! She’s a genius!”

“Don’t forget that she’s basically a Harvard Student since both of her parents teach there.”

“Right. And you and Vision are already qualified for MIT, right?” They both nod. “And Pepper’s going to Harvard Business School?” She nods and you hum.

“Y/N? Alsie? What are you two-?” Your Mom approaches with a file in hand and both you and Alsie speak up.

“Where’s the fire?” “What’s the problem?”

“Uh. In there, files for cases for Stark Industries need to be organized.”

“Gotcha.” Alsie runs to help and Zale turns to you.

“The problem is with this.” She gives you the file and you hum.

“Hey, guys.” The three turn to you and you smile at them. “I got to go.” They nod and you run with your mom.

“I didn’t know that she also helped here.”

“Well, I think she never got the chance to. Until now.” Tony hums and smiles.

-

You groan as you look at the files in front of you. It’s finally all done but it was already morning and you were pretty much sure that you were already late for your first class.

“Already called the school. You can rest for today.” You sigh in relief and let your head bang on your mom’s table. “Y/N.” Zale calls out but you don’t move. She moves your head and you look up to her. “Are you okay?” You nod. “Just tired?” You nod again. “Okay. Wait a second.” You yawn in response as Zale gets out of her office. You close your eyes and before you knew it, you were asleep. Zale sighs as she sees you. She puts the pillow under your head and the blanket over your body. “Rest well, little one.” She kisses your forehead and leaves you alone in her office.

-

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Probably at her family’s firm. Our sudden transfer made them busy.”

“Why would you do it on a weekday!?” Pietro holds back Wanda and she sighs. “We had a date planned today.”

“Sorry, kid. Our previous firm were just-“ Tony runs his thumb across his neck. “They were real assholes now.”

“What were they before?”

“Helpful assholes but now.” He shakes his head.

“They were just being petty since we would not raise their payment.”

“While in R Firm, they have reasonable payment and have the best lawyers around.”

“Why is that? Shouldn’t the Y/LNs get better payment or at least demand higher?” Angel asks. Natasha hums.

“I think it’s their principle.”

“They’ve always been that way, ever since Zale Y/LN founded the firm. It doesn’t matter if their defending or prosecuting.”

“But they did say that if the company have shady business or illegal conduct.”

“They would be the first ones to come after us.” Tony and Natasha shiver as they remember your mom.

-

You stretch your body as you wake up. You open your phone that’s been charging since you started working on the case with your mom. It seems that Wanda has messaged you for ten times. You giggle and reply. You look at the folder with ‘Stark Industries’ on the side. You’ve already seen what’s inside considering that you helped your mom compile the information inside. You get your phone and go outside of Zale’s office. You see Dahlia with Zale and they were talking. Dahlia lets her eyes wander and sees you.

“Good morning, nak, nice sleep?” You nod and look around. Everything seems to have calmed since yesterday and not one person is running around frantically with a folder on their arms.

“Where’s Al and Val?” Zale looks at another door and points at it.

“Sleeping. How are you feeling?”

“Fine. Just a bit hungry.” They both laugh and Dahlia gives you a box of donuts.

“Eat up.” You beam and take it.

-

You were waiting for Wanda outside the school. You finished up everything in the firm and wanted to surprise her.

“Y/N.” Wanda calls out and you smile. You pocket your phone and stretch out your arms. She giggles before hugging you. “I thought you were busy?”

“Finished up. I wanted to see you.” She hums and pulls away. You grin as you take her hand. “Shall we go on a date?” She smiles and nods.

-

Two Months pass by before you know it and everyone is just waiting on you and Wanda to do the deed… only if you weren’t so scared.

It’s Monday again and both you and Wanda went on a date yesterday which ended up with her sleeping next to you… which is not bad at all…

“FUCKING SHIT.” You whisper to yourself in the bathroom. Your member is hard when you woke up so you ran to the bathroom before Wanda could even wake up.

Beta Females with members can be quite rare and so this brings you quite the situation. There are condoms for Alphas, of course there is, but it’s not quite for Betas. Some Betas have reported several side effects when using them… You don’t want any side effect, for fuck’s sake, specially for Wanda.

“Fucking hell.” You get the pill bottle from your medicine cabinet and take one. It was prescribed for you to control your member since you actually went to the doctor when it appeared… a memory you would rather erase from your mind. You wait for a few seconds until it finally calms down and sigh. It’s been a month since Wanda first stayed over in your room. Since then, when you wake up with her scent flooding your nose, your member makes it appearance.

‘Since when did I have no self-control?’ You think as you take your shower. It’s Saturday, Wanda typically stays over when it’s Friday or the weekend. She assures you every time that it’s okay with her parents since you technically haven’t met them yet. You go outside and see Wanda scrolling through her phone. She smiles when she looks at you.

“Morning.” She greets and you gulp.

Wanda had just woke up, clearly. Her hair is still a mess and her pajama, which was really yours, she just borrowed it, is slightly off her shoulder. Her voice which greeted you was still hoarse and damn it.

‘Fucking shit.’ You nod and take a deep breath to calm yourself down.

“Good morning.” You face her and she was already standing and taking her clothes off. You quickly look away as your heart start beating faster. You should be used to this. She’s always here during the weekends but damn it. ‘Damn it.’ Wanda pokes you and you turn to her. You blush as you see her naked with only a towel covering her body.

“I’m going to shower.” You nod and she practically skips to your bathroom. You hold your chest as you sit on your bed and try not to combust. She knows her effect on you.

-

You were eating breakfast when Wanda comes down from your room.

“Morning, Auntie Zale and Auntie Dahlia.” She greets your moms who beam at her. You turn away as you continue eating. Wanda sits besides you and holds your hand. You turn to her and she smiles.

“Morning, Wanda.” They greet her and Dahlia puts a plate in front of her. Wanda thanks her and begins eating.

“We’re home!” You flinch as both your sisters came through the door. You stand abruptly and Wanda looks at you.

‘Shit!’ They didn’t know that Wanda has stayed here already… or been to your room. College has them occupied and you took every advantage you could get. Because if they knew and they’ll most probably know, then your fucked. Teasing at every chance they get and most probably tell Wanda all of your embarrassing moments in your life that you would rather forget. You groan and intercept the two.

“And what are you doing home?” You glare at them and they both raise an eyebrow at you. They cross their arms. Sparks fly between the three of you and you knew you were going to lose. It was two versus one, after all. That didn’t mean you wouldn’t try.

“It’s been months, move aside, Y/N.” Alsie says menacingly but you don’t falter, you’ve learned from a young age that when it comes to it, Alsie can be the most menacing out of the three of you… you were the most determined though.

“Go change your clothes first!” You grit your teeth. “You both smell awful.” A bluff but hey if it won’t let them see Wanda then why not?

“No, they don’t.” You flinch and the two push you aside as Wanda smiles at them. “You both smell good.” You curse in your head as the two practically looked like dogs. Shit. With tails wagging on their butts, your two older siblings crowd her. You growl and they get stiff as a board. They turn to you and you glare at them, they gulp and turn to Wanda with a cooler aura rather than dogs practically looking for her attention. Wanda tries to stop her laughter, seeing your two alpha sisters cowering before your fallen self was funny and somewhat adorable knowing that you were doing it for her.

“Wanda, right?” Wanda manages to nod and Alsie holds out her hand. She flashes the nicknamed ‘Prince Charming’ smile that you trademarked. If Alsie flashes that, Omegas and Betas alike practically throw their underwear at her. Even most adults get affected by it. “We didn’t meet before since I kinda just grabbed Y/N and swooped her right after school.” Wanda nods. “I’m Alsie, her oldest sister. Nice to meet you.” Wanda shakes her hand and smiles sweetly.

“Nice to meet you too. Miss Alsie.” They both whistle which somehow made you blush. You stand and dust off your clothes.

“Polite and nice. Where’d you get Wanda, sis? Do you-“

“Don’t finish that.” You growl. Valerie laughs as you go to Wanda’s side.

“And I’m the illustrious middle child, Valerie.” Val finishes with a bow and Wanda giggles. Her giggle made you calm down a little but you were still annoyed.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Valerie.”

“Don’t call them with Miss.” They both gasp and you roll your eyes. “They’re both dorks.” They shrug.

“True. But still.”

“Respect us, little sister!” You look at them, unimpressed written all over your face and they both stop.

“Respect is earned, not just given away.” They both gasp again and you turn Wanda away. “And finish your breakfast!” She giggles and nods as you sigh.

-

You yawn as you and Wanda walk through the neighborhood. You’re escorting her to her house.

“Sleepy?” She asks and you nod. She chuckles and holds your hand. “That’s what you get for staying up all night with me.” You shrug.

“I don’t care if I don’t have any sleep if I can spend more time with you.” It was just words. But Wanda can’t help but blush at your words. You’ve always had that effect on her but she can’t stop her reactions to it lately. She groans as she hides her face with her hands.

“Why are you so smooth?” You chuckle.

“Maybe because I’m only honest.” She peeks at you and you grin at her. She gets redder and you hug her. “God! Thank you for letting me meet the most beautiful and cutest woman in the world!” You shout and you can hear several dogs bark at your statement. You and Wanda look at each other then burst into laughter. You place your forehead on hers and she closes her eyes. You smile as you do the same. The both of you are just appreciating the moment when someone clears their throat. You both open your eyes and see Pietro on his night run.

“Hey, lovebirds.” You wave as Wanda rolls her eyes.

“Training?” He nods.

��I have to. Since coach will be choosing the representatives for Regionals.”

“Ah.”

“Anyways. I have to go complete my run so I can have some sleep. See you later, Wands.”

“Sure, Piet.” He scoffs at the nickname then jogs away.

“Wands and Piet.” She groans and you giggle.

“Don’t you dare, Y/LN.” You hold up your hands in surrender but snicker as the two of you continue your walk.

-

“Are you two joining?” You and Wanda look at Angel then at each other. She tilts her head… what was Angel talking about? Pietro lightly nudges her.

“Listen when someone is talking, Wanda.”

“She means the stupid contest.” Angel tosses a piece of bread at you which you promptly dodge. You raise an eyebrow at her and she smiles.

“It isn’t stupid if it’s joined by practically everyone.”

“It’s stupid because you and Natasha are going to win anyways.” You turn to Wanda. “They won last year despite being freshmen.”

“And only one week official.” Natasha smugly states and you roll your eyes.

“Besides, it’s all in good fun since Tony and Pepper are joining too.”

“Even Bucky and Steve are down.”

“Why, though?”

“Besides bragging rights?” You nod.

“Well, the thousand dollars prize doesn’t hurt either.”

“WHAT!? There was a prize like that!?” You slump down on your seat. “I’ve never heard of that.”

“Why? Do you need a thousand dollars?”

“Yes and no? It’s complicated right now and I do have savings but then again…”

“What do you need it for?” You look away and groan. Do you really have to tell them??? No, a lie is much better.

“It’s for a gift! A gift for someone!” You chuckle nervously. Don’t let them catch on. Don’t let them catch on. Wanda takes your hand and squeezes it. You wince as she smiles at you. You try to free yourself from her grip to no avail. Natasha chuckles at you two.

“Be careful, Y/LN.“ You look at her and she just smiles. “Omegas are scarier if they’re jealous.” She teases and you panic.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you just-“ Wanda lets go and you nurse your swollen hand. You lean into Wanda and she blushes as she can feel your breath on her ear. “It’s for us. Just don’t tell them, please.” You lean back and she tilts her head. You put your index finger on your mouth and she nods.

“So? Tell us!” Angel throws a piece of bread at you and you shield yourself with your hand.

“Stop that, Angel.” She shrugs.

“Tell us.”

“No.” She was about to throw another piece when your phone rings. You see it’s Alsie.

“Heya, sis.”

“Hey! About that things you asked me, since Venus can know about it.” You nod eagerly even though Alsie can’t see you.

“And? What did she say?”

“She knows someone who actually makes them but it’s expensive.”

“Oh really? How much?”

“200 per box.” You groan and Alsie chuckles at your reaction.

“How many?”

“About 10.”

“For fuck’s sake.” You mumble under your breath.

“Sorry, sis.” You can hear Alsie get something. “It’s out of my or Venus’s hands…” You sigh. “Want me to get you one?”

“Over my dead body, Al. If I’m going to get one, I’ll pay for it with my own money.” She laughs.

“That’s the spirit, sis. You’re that determined to finally do it.”

“I know.” You sigh. “I just want confirmation.”

“Gotcha. Okay, Venus is here so I’ll send you the details later, alright?”

“Okay. Thanks, Al.” You hang up and sigh.

“So? Gonna join? Since you need the money for something?” You look at Wanda who smiles at you.

“Wanna join?” She laughs and cuddles into you.

“If it’s with you then okay.” You raise an eyebrow at her.

“You got someone else to join with?” She rolls her eyes and push you away.

“Shut up.” You laugh and hug her.

“We’re in.”

-

You were in your last class with Angel and as always, she was sitting next to you. You can smell Natasha’s scent from her.

You write in your notebook and put it between you and her.

Are you in heat?

You nudge her and she looks down at your question. She hums then writes her answer.

Yeah, why?

You look down for a bit and hum. Because you’re sure that if you were to forget what class you were in and close your eyes then you would guess that it was Natasha that was right beside you.

Just that it’s obvious.

She giggles at your answer.

That’s the point of marking, Y/LN.

You sigh and close the notebook… what would happen if you would mark Wanda? You blush as you melt at the thought. Your scent would be on hers. She would be reminded of you all day. You open the notebook again and write a different question.

How did you know Natasha was the one?

You poke Angel who looks at you then you point at the notebook. She hums and takes a moment before answering.

We just clicked, I guess? And I was willing to lose my virginity to her too.

You groan inside at her answer.

Seriously? That’s it and you let her mark you?

She hums then smiles at your exasperated face. You were annoyed, she can tell that much.

Yep. I want to be with her even if we weren’t soulmates. If she found someone else then fine. I would be heartbroken but at least I tried, you know?

You nod then sigh. Why are you such a coward? Why can’t you just see if Wanda… really is the one for you.

I admire that. You were courageous.

She giggles softly at your reply.

I wasn’t though. I was scared shitless. Many questions were running through my mind that night but they were just blown away by Natasha. She was just so caring and loving… then I realized that even if I did lose my virginity… even if she wasn’t my soulmate then it was okay.

You smile then close the notebook again.

-

You yawn on your way to the library. Wanda should be there waiting for you as always. You stop as you get your phone out. You open up your savings and see that it should be enough… Is one box going to be enough?? Will you be able to stop yourself? You can’t help but blush at the thought. You really are going to ask her. You’ve reached the library but this time, as you look inside, you don’t see Wanda at your usual spot. You type a message for her.

You: Wands? Where are you?

She replies in an instant.

Wanda: I’m sorry!! I forgot to tell you!! Vision and I are working on a project together and we’re at my house.

You gulp. Somehow that statement didn’t sit well with you at all… Are you jealous? You shake your head. You groan as you get outside the school. You trust Wanda… with your heart and life… but do you trust Vision? Sure he was Tony’s brother but never once did you ever had a conversation with him.

There was the usual banter with the whole group but that was it. You’ve at least talked with everyone else among the Avengers but never him.

-

A/N:

I knew there was a reason I squeezed in Vision in there somehow.

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