#and then! i get to be done! and leave! when things get too intolerable! i can just be done and not deal w it anymore!

[piplupod]

ignore this i just need to be insane for a second

[gofishygo]

mito mito mito hihi 😋

i’ve been having some thoughts n i felt like sharing w the class newayssss

so i was having bubble tea earlier and i started thinking,,,,what cod characters would like it? i feel like price def wouldn’t,,simon wouldn’t mind it but he does def think its too sweet and proper tea is superior and blah blah blah (i acc don’t know im kinda divided on that like i hc him as a sweet tooth but bubble tea,,,ehhh i feel like he wouldn’t like it all that much like he’d be all grumbly about it,,, idfk

johnny and gaz i think would like it lots ,,

i also think alex wouldn’t like it abd farah would (i js like hc farah as this secret softie ok leave me alone 😞)

but THAT got me thinking,,,, what other food preferences would they have ?? i think gaz would rlly like sushi (saw a fan art of him on a sushi date w the reader and i forgot who made it but ):$/:)/&!:!!!!! it was so cute) and i also think gaz would handle spicy food well ?? and he would like seafood in general methinks (tryna think of some select seafood items he wouldn’t like but im drawing a blank bc im vegetarian shusbssjnsuen)

idrk ab simon and johnny and price,,,,,,out of them 3, i feel like simon or johnny would have the biggest sweet tooth (they’re on like completely dif ends of the spectrum character wise but shh i js know it) but they all eat A SHIT TON like the food could be burned or too salty or smth but if they’ve js come back from a mission then they’re eating that shit UP. and asking for seconds. and thirds. they would still give u food feedback if it’s some other day tho

also johnny is extremely passionate about haggis. no i have never tried it yes i js know he is ok moving on

KONIGGGG hmmmm,,,, i have no fucking idea lmao i think? a lot of german cusine involves bread and stuff,,,so……………i think he’d have rlly bland meals idk

i’ve been rlly into keegan lately but i cant come up w anything for him aaaa

also gaz would be the only one who knows how to use chopsticks. the others would learn fast being in the military and all but gaz and chopstick skills js make sense???

ANYWAY im soso sry for rambling sm lmao this is a lot of words,,,,,and this isn’t a req by any means !!! js needed to hear ur thoughts bc food is js calling to me like “ok but would blank character like this” like. urgh. ok im done now i think but yeah food preferences for cod characters of ur choice

ALSO !!! THE IOS SHARK STICKERS REMIND ME OF U,,,,,look at them$:!!;&:!3 OK IM ACC DONE NOW BYE BEY MITO HIPE U DONT FALL ASLEPE READING ALL THAT

AHHH hi weebun !! ^^ i was literally having bubble tea with my sister like a few hours ago and when i checked the inbox n saw this i BOLTED !! sorry for never responding to this, i forgot inbox existed..,

notes: shittily wrote as this as a warmup/just general yap :> sorry for messiness and incoordination.., platonic, no warnings !! unless ur lactose intolerant idk

so you'll be jus chillin w the 141 on base and then say something like "boba is absolute gas shits better than normal tea" and of course, since the majority of the taskforce is british, you get absolutely fucking jumped for it. like- keep in mind, you say this price, the NUMBER ONE TEA AND BISCUTS DEFENDER, so you do end up getting toilet duty for a week with the explanation of 'uncordial behaviour.'

but after your deployment, you are the one to arrange where the 141 meet up. it's a little ritual you guys have developed to stay connected in between missions, one that makes your friendship seem a bit more real. sometimes the only thing that keeps your eyes open and heart pumping. and since you're an absolute fucking menace, you ask if you can meet around the heart of london- and then drag them all into the nearest bubble tea store you can.

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price... doesn't end up liking it. takes a total of two sips, nearly chokes on the pearls, and then sets the cup down. he claims he's been around long enough to know that this- like many other foods, is probably some 'trendy millennial bullshit that'll disappear in a solid few', but that doesn't help ease the insane side eye that he gets from the cashier.

but to your surprise, ghost seems somewhat okay with it. his face doesnt really change (from what you can tell- his mouth is still hidden due to some face mask he put on), but he seems neutral, relaxed, even. he mutters something along the lines of how it isn't too bad, but it doesn't beat a cuppa- to which you chose to ignore, and how he'll probably just stick to having an earl grey in the mornings. but a few months later, you catch him at the same boba store, and you cant help but giggle to yourself.

soap fucking inhales the drink. its genuinely concerning, to say the very least. he seems to like.. unhinge his jaw like some kind of snake, and then inhales the whole drink in what you think is a millisecond. and since he's the only scotsman on the team- thinks the whole 'tea n biscuits' ritual his colleagues have is utter stupidity, so not only does he now FREQUENTLY drink boba because he likes it- he also drinks out of utter spite.

gaz is the only one with a seemingly respectable opinion about boba, unfortunately. he's had it before, multiple times- it appeals to his sweet tooth and is the occasional treat after long missions. but unlike you, gaz does not value peace, and seems to keep egging soap on in chugging unreasonable amounts of the drink. (and he doesnt mention it, as he does not want to face the same punishment as you did, but he thinks that bubble tea is sometimes, just sometimes better than his cuppa.)

masterlist (some of my other stuff is better promise)

[strip4kaneshiro]

Gabriel Reyes is such a good concept as a character and a love interest, so have more headcanons because I’ve had such a good day today 😛

Reaper who sneaks around Talon HQ in order to find you everyday. No matter if it makes him late to team meetings or not

If you aren’t dating by this point, he excuses it by saying “ Moira/Widow/Doomfist was looking for you earlier. Don’t get your ego boosted..”

Ik lots of other people already say this but it’s such a good concept, he definitely moved you out of harms way

Being put on a dangerous mission? Suddenly your name comes straight off the list and he goes instead. A certain lackey is talking about how you need to be “taught a lesson for sucking up to him” ? They get taught a lesson instead ❤️

Oh boy! A secret admirer!! I sure hope it isn’t your emotionally constipated supersoldier coworker who spends a lot of the company card at Walgreens !!

On a more serious note, getting into a relationship him makes his silly simp behavior that much funnier

He won’t tell you, but if you ever see him sitting down and doing some office work, he secretly yearns for you to sit in his lap (he wraps one of those big ass super soldier arms around you)

Gabriel, who after somewhat unwinding his vigilante persona, becomes the most protective, caring version of himself.

When the mask comes off, his need to touch you activates. Cannot keep his hands to himself

Obviously he isn’t as relaxed as he used to be, so expect some average Reaperesque grumbling if your too clingy (ironic, it’s okay if he’s clingy, but for you it’s a problem 😒)

Sitting at home on the couch with him includes his oddly hilarious commentary to your favorite reality shows

“ Pinche tú madre… she knows he’s no good for her. Why do you watch this stupid shit”

Later that evening, after a shower, you see that the rest of the season is finished on Netflix

Never forgets the small things you say. You liked a certain food at a resturaunt? He makes sure that resturaunt stays open (it becomes the “graveyard” where he sends people that are picking on you in the name of “spying on the enemy”)

You like iced coffee or bubble tea? He memorized your orders, even going as far as to keeping either a digital log or physical log, even both. (Sombra found the digital copy, it’s six pages in Microsoft word that goes into extensive detail of your preferences)

Speaking of food, he takes food allergies very serious.

He knows how it feels to be medically predisposed to issues, he never wants anyone to have their body malfunction if he can help it.

Beside his better judgement, he meets with Moira to see what can be done to get rid of food allergies. Then promptly leaves as she lists side effects.

If you aren’t interested in getting rid of them, he talks with the kitchen staff and tries limiting the amount depending on your allergy. Allergic to fish? No more grilled salmon. Allergic to shellfish? Shrimp Tacos immediately get discontinued. Lactose intolerant/Dairy Allergic? All of the dairy is to be replaced with alternatives immediately

I’ve been yapping too long, someone pls give me a fix idea

[lightlycareless]

I was reading your scorned ex husband Naoya and I was wondering how much worse he’d be if him and Y/N had to share custody of a child(How the Zen’ins let Y/N get a divorce AND get joint custody idk. Maybe it was Naoya’s last act of kindness to his wife). Hehehe, I feel like it’d be so messy

Heya anon!!

Couldn't get this idea out of my mind because I needed the angst :> I gotta say, your child here is the true victim. And yes, it would be messy. You'd end up hating Naoya for it—

But I won't say much, I'll let you read it instead :)

warnings: naoya is your ex-husband. you have a daugther named naomi. naoya's a jerk. naomi is a victim of his idiotness. toxic relationships. physical violence.

also, this is the work anon is referring to (can be read independently.)

Happy reading!!

Sharing custody of your beloved daughter Naomi with Naoya is, as expected, the most surprising, frustrating, and difficult (if not borderline impossible) things to do.

And no, it’s not because you must arrange your schedule to fit this new lifestyle—nothing that ever related to Naomi could be that.

Rather, because of the things Naoya was doing to spite you. He might deny it as much as he wanted, but what else could you call these… questionable behaviors?

First, through setting up thousands of excuses as to why the place Naomi was to visit with him was not good enough.

Sure, you could argue that as her father, he was entitled to… voice his opinion and choose an option that would also be of his liking—it’s their time together, after all, which didn’t happen every day; restricted to the weekends, per previous agreement.

But his suggestions were just so stupid, if not inappropriate for a child!

What made him think that spending the weekend over at this office was any good?

Or going to all these fancy restaurants that limit Naomi when it comes to her behavior?! She’s a kid, for god’s sake—the weekends are supposed to be a break from the boring school routine she’s subjected to on the weekdays!

“The amusement park is too noisy.”

“There’s too many germs at the water park.”

“She if wants to see a movie, she can do it at the house.”

Just to state a few.

It was highly infuriating, to say the least, to see how dismissively he behaved towards his own daughter. Angering enough, that the next time he said one of those stupid comments of his, you couldn’t help but lash out, wondering—

“Do you even love Naomi?”

Naoya remains quiet at your accusation, before opting to scoff in response, rolling his eyes, and leaving.

You believed that it wouldn’t get any worse than this. That it couldn’t.

But oh, how wrong you were.

By the next time Naomi returns from spending the weekend with her father, she runs to your arms as soon as she steps through the door, teary eyed and highly distraught, confiding you with words which prove Naoya can indeed be worse.

No, not worse.

Straight up atrocious.

“Naomi, pumpkin, what’s wrong??” you fret, taking the poor child in a tight embrace as she begins to cry.

“I don’t want to go with papa anymore…” is what she confesses, and at the notion of Naoya doing something stupid, yet again, your chest tightens with anger.

«Just what did he do this time?!» Your mind would frantically wonder, going through a long list of possible causes, hating each one more and more as you went past them.

And yet, no amount of preparation would be comparable to what Naomi eventually confessed.

“Papa made me call a… a woman mama.” She begins. “I—I didn’t want to, but he—he told me I couldn’t go back if I—if I didn’t do it…!”

That’s it.

Naoya has done it.

Officially.

You could respect his intolerance when it comes to doing something genuinely fun, or his lack of tact when being a father—hell, even you were accepting of it, outside of what the law said. Because deep inside you, you still believed he deserved to be in Naomi’s life.

And now that this new advancement rose to the occasion, regardless of how much it hurt you, you were also willing to accept the fact he was moving on with someone else.

But this…

This was beyond your limits.

Because if Naoya had any issues. it would be kept between him and you.

Naomi is nothing but an innocent girl that deserves to have parents that love her, and have nothing but her happiness in mind, doing all what it takes to ensure such a thing!

Not a father that immaturely tried to spite the mother of his child for bitter reasons.

And certainly not a mother that allowed this to go on for far too long.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You’d shriek the moment you got a look at him in his office, Naoya freshly out of a meeting, and rightfully taken aback by your sudden, unannounced visit—any other time, you would’ve cared enough to not have caused a scene, but when it came to Naomi, you didn’t care if this was all his employees and family would talk about for the upcoming weeks.

You just bothered to know what was inside his stupid little fucking mind to have demanded such absurdity from your daughter and disrespected you in the process!

“What are you doing here, Y/N—"

“I can respect you seeing other people, really, I do.” You cut through his words; this isn’t his moment to talk, after all. “In fact, I’m glad you have! Great, you’re moving on!

But I will not tolerate disrespect towards my daughter, or my role as her mother! Did you know Naomi came back home crying because you forced her to call a woman she doesn’t even know her mom? What were you thinking?!”

“I was thinking of what was right.” He quickly interjects, a prominent frown on his face. “Do you think it’s acceptable to have this—this arrangement??”

“No, it’s not, because I should’ve gotten full custody of her!” you cry back. “I can’t believe you managed to convince the judge you were actually a good father to her! But let’s be real, that was your family’s money talking, wasn’t it?”

“Y/N—I won’t allow you to—!”

“Oh, but I have to?!” you gasp. “I have to take the way you treat Naomi weekend after weekend? Dismissing her like she was just a random kid, and not your daughter? Which you wanted to have if I need to remind you! And after all this, you still have the nerve to tell me I’m being disrespectful?!”

“Well, now that we’re talking about reminders, you’d do good in remembering you’re the one that filed for divorce! The whole reason this is happening at all is because of you!”

“Fine! I’ll play the villain if you want to—But I won’t stomach you hurting Naomi!” you cry. “She is your daughter, Naoya! At least have a bit of decorum when it comes to her!”

“Ha! I don’t recall having a daughter so insolent against her own fa—”

Naoya doesn’t even finish his words before your hand lands a slap across his face, a movement so harsh that effectively turns his head to the side, with a sound equally resounding in both his mind and office, that left him both speechless and startled as everyone else quickly exited the room, understanding it was best to leave in their own terms while they still could.

While you, on the other hand, frantically tried to wrap your head around the fact that not only was he comfortable insulting you, but your innocent daughter as well.

The one person that did not deserve any of the horrible things he was doing.

The one act you could never forgive.

“Do not, ever, talk about Naomi like that!” you hiss. “Naomi has been nothing but accepting of your irresponsible parenting! Far more than she should be! In fact, she’s—she’s always excited to wait for the moment she’ll get to see you again, since you don’t bother reaching out to her any other way!

And you still dare talk about her like that?! What is wrong with you, Naoya?! Why are you doing all of this?! You literally don’t have anything in your odds to be behaving this way!

You have a good job, no—you have your whole life set, and you’re moving on with someone else too! So, why must you keep hurting me and your daughter? Are you not satisfied with what you have? With your new life without the wife you hated oh so much?!

Or do we—do we have to be miserable just for you to be happy?”

But even then, Naoya doesn’t respond; instead, he just keeps silent, as if deep in his thoughts while placing his hand over his cheek, carefully feeling the marks of your attack underneath his fingers before eventually glancing back at you.

And you don’t know what it was—perhaps the silence following the turmoil allowed the depths of your emotions to finally settle, or maybe it was the disbelief of reaching your breaking point and hurting Naoya, an act you greatly came to regret later on, pushed you to it— but you’d end up revealing far more than what you initially wanted.

Offering a glimpse of your true feelings, a question that erupted the moment divorce crossed your mind, and filed the papers, continuing to torment you to this day, more so when doing what you did…

“Where—where did we go wrong?”

“You did this.” Naoya accuses—there was fury in his eyes, an expected sentiment after all that transpired. And yet, underneath that fire, something inside you was still able to discern that far from pained by the act… he was sorrowful both got there in the first place. “All of this is your fault—”

“What was I supposed to do, Naoya? Stay behind in a household where I was nothing but miserable, where your family wouldn’t bother respect me, or our daughter, and with you—you allowing all of it? Like we were deserving of it?” you breathe. “Did you…. all this time—Hate me?”

“No, I don’t hate you.” Naoya disputed. “I—I don’t—I never did.”

“Do you hate Naomi, then?” you fret. “How—how could you do that, Naoya? She’s your daughter, for fucks sake! A child! What could she have done to you to earn your hatred?! You—you even wanted her!”

“It’s not—It’s not against her—it never was. I couldn’t do anything to hurt—”

“Then what is it?! What is it that has you so—so angry at us!”

“Y/N—I—I don’t know—”

“Just tell me!” you cry. “Tell me!! Why is it always so hard for you to tell the truth?!”

“I never wanted to hurt Naomi! I could never!”

“Don’t lie to me—not after all the horrible things you’ve done to her! Do you really need us to be miserable just to be happy?! You have everything in the world! Why can’t you just let us go—"

“Because I never wanted you to leave!” He suddenly confesses, a shocking truth that hits you across the face, perhaps much sharper than the slape you gave him, leaving you silent all air leaves your lungs. “I never wanted that—that stupid divorce! Or for you to act like I wasn’t even important to you!”

“Naoya—what does that even—”

“You know damn well what I mean!” he hisses, burning tears beginning to pool in his eyes. “I—I could never hurt Naomi, I wouldn’t dream of it—but it was the only way to get you to look at me. The only way to see you again—or even—or even react to me!”

“Wha—what?”

“Ever since you… ever since we got divorced, is like I don’t exist to you anymore.” Naoya continues, lowering his gaze to the floor, the weight of his actions, as well as your hardened gaze, too much for him to take. “I call you, text you, even try looking for you at your house, but you’re nowhere to be found. Or even… interested in seeing me again.”

“And why would I want to do that?” you murmur, frowning. “With the way you treated me—the way you’re treating our daughter, why would you even think I want to do that?”

“Can you say with certainty, that you don’t feel anything for me anymore, then?” Your ex-husband adds. “That in your heart, there’s nothing—nothing left for me?”

“That’s… that’s not what matters.” You pause. “Not anymore.”

“So that’s it? That’s what you’re going with? You’re just going to abandon this marriage, like it didn’t mean anything?” Naoya takes a step closer to you, and while you move away from him, you don’t do the same at the second attempt, less when he placed his hand over your cheek, gently touching you the same way he’d done many, many years ago—when the two were, perhaps, still in love.

“It meant the world to me, Naoya.” You say, voice trembling, doing your best to not let the tears in your eyes slide down your cheeks—to no avail, caught by his gentle thumb. “There was nothing more than I wanted than to make this marriage work. But… it wasn’t meant to be, no matter how much I tried, or how many children we had—”

“We can still do it—we can still go back and make it better—right this time."

But deep inside you, you knew that wouldn’t be possible.

Because what you hoped Naomi would represent, the one last chance to save this marriage… simply became its doom, a tool for him to use against it as well—a declaration that truly, not even a blessing, like was meant to be for you and him, could do the now impossible task.

After all, if it didn’t happen during the marriage… what security did you have it would happen after? More so with the things he selfishly did to grab your attention?

It was unjust for Naomi. The one person you’ve long accepted to shift your whole existence for, and would willingly continue to do so, even if it meant letting go of what once made you happy.

Or wished that one day would.

Your work was carved out for you, you just… needed to stop being the delusional mother that wished for a happy, healthy marriage with the man you considered the love of your life…

And walk away from the father that is still unwilling to let go. the father from not letting go.

“I hope you enjoyed your weekend with Naomi.” You begin, moving away from his hand and getting a glimpse of his shocked, if not confused, eyes, which gave you the impression he knew what you were to say—

Or perhaps, the reluctance to accept this was to happen.

“Because it’ll be the last.”

Ex-husband was too merciful of a title to give him.

With at that happened, and all you needed to do…

No one was more fitting.

Oof, that was angsty :s well, it's safe to say Y/N and Naoya are not happening again.

I honestly always liked the idea that if Y/N and Naoya break up/divorce, they wouldn't date again. Sure, they'd try, specially with Naoya's family, but they would never move on. They can't—their fates were destined to be with one another, and if not possible, then that's it—no other person can come into their life.

Gee, how... dramatic of me lol. But, well, I like tragic stories :)

Anyways, I hope it was to your liking! Thank you so much for this angsty ask heheh. Take care, and hope to see you soon!! ❤️❤️

[sequinsmile-x]

Fourth - Chapter 3 - One Month Old

Emily and Aaron get through the newborn stage, also known as the 'fourth trimester', together.

-x-

Hi friends,

Thanks so much for the love on this so far, it means a the world as always!

Let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: List of tags can be found on the Master List

Words: 2k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

One thing that had taken Emily by surprise about having a baby was how ravenous she’d be whenever she fed him. 

It’s how she finds herself in the pantry, stuffing cookies into her mouth, just minutes before she is due to leave for her and Aaron’s anniversary dinner. He’d gently asked if she wanted to go out on to celebrate their anniversary just a week ago. She’d hesitated, not because she didn’t want to but because she’d never left Lucas alone for longer than just a few minutes whenever she was in the shower. The idea of being out, even only for a couple of hours, made her skin itch. She’d said yes in the end, wanting to spend some time with her husband and just be Emily for a while, but now she was wearing make up and a nice dress for the first time in a month she felt unsure. She takes another cookie out of the sleeve and sneers at it before she stuffs it in her mouth. 

“Fucking Oreos,” she grumbles as she puts the packet back on the shelf, “I hate Oreos.” 

It had been two weeks since Lucas’s doctor told them the newborn was intolerant to dairy and that it was best for Emily to cut it out of her diet if she wanted to continue nursing him. She’d of course followed the advice, seeking out meals and snacks she could still eat whilst cutting out dairy overnight. The guilt she felt when Lucas was more settled almost immediately still felt like it was fresh even now. The thought that she had been causing her baby discomfort, even unknowingly, almost too much to bear. 

“You ready to go, sweetheart?” 

She turns and looks at her husband, frowning when she sees his arms are empty, “Where’s Luke?”

He smiles as he steps further into the kitchen, his hands in his pockets, “Jess has him.” 

Jessica had immediately offered to watch the boys before Aaron had even finished telling her his plans for their anniversary, a conversation Emily later found out had happened before he’d even broached the subject with her. It made her feel more comfortable with the idea of going out because Aaron always spoke about how integral she’d been in Jack’s early life, a flash of shame in his eyes when he told her that Jessica had been better at settling his infant son than he had. 

“Okay,” she says, wiping her hands together to shake off the remaining cookie crumbs, “We should get going,” she looks down at herself, scrunching her nose up as she tries to readjust the way her dress was laying, the material gathering around her stomach in a way she hates. “Do I look okay?” 

When she looks up he’s standing much closer and he leans in to kiss her, his lips ghosting against hers before he pulls back, “You look beautiful.”

He places his hand on her back and guides her to the living room, his touch firmer when they spot Jessica and Lucas, the baby’s cheek against her shoulder as she pats his back.

“Look Lukey,” Jessica says, smiling at them, “Look how good Mommy and Daddy look.” 

Emily’s hands form fists at her sides, short nails digging blunt crescent moons into her palms, so she stops herself from reaching out and grabbing her son from Jessica’s arms. She tries to remind herself that she’s done harder things than this. She’s fought off monsters and literally stood toe to toe with death, but right now in this moment she can’t think of anything more difficult than walking away from her son for even just a couple of hours. 

“I just fed him,” she says, her eyes still on Lucas even though she’s talking to Jessica, “If he gets hungry again-”

“There’s milk in the fridge, labelled by the day you pumped,” Jessica says kindly, and when Emily looks up at her the gentle smile on her face reminds her they’d already gone through this since Jessica arrived. Twice. “And he’ll only fall asleep if you sway with him in your arms or on the porch swing.” 

Emily clears her throat, and Aaron’s hand ghosting over her lower back does nothing to relieve her embarrassment, her cheeks burning pink with it, “I’m sorry. It’s just…”

“Oh, you have nothing to worry about at all,” Jessica assures her, her kindness never wavering, “You should have seen what Haley was like the first time she left Jack,” her smile turns slightly wistful, “She left me a four page list of instructions. Front and back.” 

“And that was after I helped her slim it down,” Aaron says from beside her, his hand slipping from her back to her waist, tugging her into his side, “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to, Em.”

He was being so understanding it was almost pissing her off. Irritation, she knows he doesn’t deserve, aimed at his well meaning support thrumming under her skin. She was practically vibrating with it, tensing in his embrace, and she didn’t need to be good at her job to know it was because she was actually irritated with herself. She didn’t recognise who she was anymore, everything about who she was just a month ago stripped away and replaced with who she was now. It wasn’t a bad change, just new, and she was trying to get used to who she was now. How she’d be going forward with this tiny life she’d created out there in the world, no longer where she could keep him safe tucked up in her belly. 

She hadn’t been able to bring herself to tell Aaron any of this, worried that it would come across that it meant she loved Lucas more than she loved Jack no matter how far that was far from the truth, but Jack had been so much older when she stepped into that maternal role in his life. He’d been walking and talking and being apart from him, be it for work or her social life, had always been part of the deal. Lucas had always been either inside of her, on her chest or close enough to touch. It was an adjustment and she’d get used to it. 

She hoped. 

“No,” she says, looking up at her husband, knowing the moment their eyes meet that he sees through her forced smile, “It’s our anniversary. We should go out for dinner.” 

He stares at her for a beat too long and then he nods, his arm around her shoulders now as he kisses her temple, “Okay, in that case, we should get going so we don’t miss our reservation.” 

She tries her best to hold it together as they say goodbye to the boys and Jessica, and if Aaron notices Emily wiping tears away as they climb into the car, she’s grateful he doesn’t bring attention to it.

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She can’t stop checking her phone. 

Every time the screen switches off she presses it again, the photo she has of her sons set as her wallpaper as much of a reassurance as it is a hindrance, a reminder of what she’s left at home. She keeps switching between staring at her phone and at the menu in front of her. She isn’t taking any of it in, the words on paper in front of her not registering at all. 

“Em, are you okay?” 

She looks up at her husband, smiling tightly as their eyes meet, her cheeks warm as she swallows back guilt, the ever present feeling that she wasn’t being a good mom or wife trying to force itself up her throat. 

“I’m sorry,” she says, hating how her voice shakes, her jaw tight as she tries to hold back the tears she would have easily fought a year ago, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He smiles at her so kindly it makes the tears fall past her lashline and she shakes her head at herself, “God-fucking damn it.”

Aaron shifts closer to her, dragging his chair along with him as he sits next to her, his arm around her shoulder as he pulls her in, “Sweetheart,” he says, kissing her temple, hooking his finger under her chin as he encourages her to look at him, “Nothing is wrong with you. You had a baby a month ago and this is the first time you’ve spent any time away from him. This is normal.”

She chokes on a laugh, automatically leaning into his hand as he cups her cheek and wipes her tears away, “It doesn’t feel normal.” 

He smiles and leans forward, resting his forehead against hers for a second, “I know it doesn’t,” he says, subtly shaking his head at the waiter as he approaches them, silently asking for another few minutes, “But I promise you it is. Do you trust me?” 

She nods, sniffing as she laughs again, “Yes. I do,” she says, leaning into his side, so emotionally wrung out she can’t even begin to think about being embarrassed for crying in a crowded restaurant, “I’ll go back to being your strong, kickass wife soon. I promise.”

He leans in and kisses her, “You already are, sweetheart,” he says, kissing her again, wiping another tear from her cheek, “Do you know what you want to eat yet?” 

She groans and shakes her head, “I need to figure out what I can eat.” 

He can’t help the wide smile that spreads across his face, swallowing back his amusement that his usually observant wife, the woman who could tell when someone was hiding something with nothing more than a slight change in their expression, hadn’t paid any attention at all to the restaurant he’d brought her to. 

“Em, baby, this is a vegan restaurant. You can eat whatever you want.” 

Her eyes go wide and she looks between him and the menu, the different options finally registering, and she feels overwhelming love wash over her. He loved her and their children in such a quiet, unassuming, way sometimes that it took her by surprise, his thoughtfulness of simply bringing her somewhere to eat where she had as much choice as she could enough to make tears gather in her eyes again.

“Aaron…” 

“And there aren’t any Oreo based desserts,” he says, winking at her, “I checked the menu online to make sure.” 

She smiles and kisses him, her hand curling around the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“I love you,” she says, kissing him again, “And as soon as the doctor signs me off you are getting so lucky,” her smile gets wider when he laughs, “You may have to remind me though. I’m so sleep-deprived I almost left my phone in the freezer this morning.” 

He laughs and kisses her cheek before he looks at the menu between them, not bothering to move his chair back to where it should be, more than content to sit next to her like this all night. 

“Yes ma’am.” 

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Intolerable

Plot: Wolffe makes your life quite difficult sometimes.

Warnings: In-universe swears

Word Count: 859

Author’s Note: Wolffe. That's it. That's the note.

Wolffe was nearly intolerable. It wouldn’t have been so bad if you weren’t a medic, but you were.

Some of the troopers were really good patients. But some, like Wolffe, didn’t think they needed to be a patient.

“Why are you fighting me on this Wolffe?! You sprained your ankle!”

“Because I don’t need some kriffing medic wrapping it for me when I’m perfectly capable!”

“This is my job!”

“Well, go do it elsewhere!”

It hurt, but you tried not to show it. You took a measured breath. “I get it, you don’t like me. But General Plo decided I was the best fit for his ‘bros,’ so here I am. You don’t like it? Take it up with him.”

“I think I will.”

You softened your voice a little. “At least let me wrap your ankle before you do.”

He looked ready to snap, then stopped and nodded. His energy while he sat on the table was palpable and exhausting to wok around, but finally, the wrap was done. As soon as you had finished, he darted out as fast as he could without crutches. That man was going to wind right back on that table.

You grumbled and turned to the supply cabinet to put usable supplies away. Most of the time, you really did like him. Heck, you might have gone so far as to say you had a crush on him. But first of all, you were a medic, and second, he acted like… well, like that.

The next day, General Plo approached you and you inwardly groaned. Wolffe had done it. You were in for it. You were getting moved, bye bye 104th.

“General Plo,” you greeted, hoping you didn’t sound as nervous as you felt.

As was per usual for the General, he spoke kindly. “Hello, Y/N. I presume you know what I’m here about?”

You deflated. “When do I need to pack my bag?”

The general laughed heartily. “Pack your bag? No! I’m here to congratulate you! Not many make the Commander nervous like that.”

Now you were wildly confused. “Nervous? I thought I pissed him off. I thought you were here to -”

“To send you off? No. This is even more reason to keep you. Keep up the good work. I’m here so I can say I officially discussed this with you.” You couldn’t quite see the smile on his face, but what you didn’t see you could hear in his voice. He was positively delighted at this turn of events, although you were baffled as to why.

Later, a member of the Pack came to see you. And it wasn’t just any member, it was Wolffe himself. He looked like a child whose hand was caught in the sweets jar with the small slump in his shoulders.

You cleared your throat and turned to face him. “Commander, what can I do for you?”

“I came to apologize.”

Your lips parted and you were certain you had misheard him. “Oh.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I know you’re a very capable medic.”

“Well, thanks.” Then it occurred to you and you snorted. “Did the General send you to do this?”

Wolffe’s eyebrows furrowed. “No, he did not.”

“Oh. I’m sorry for making an assumption.”

“You should be.” Then he covered his mouth and swore.

“Alright Wolffe, you wanna do this now, then let’s do this now. What the kriff is your Force-forsaken problem? Are you trying to make me resign? Push all the wrong buttons? Well, congrats. You’ve pushed every. Last. One! Now get out of my medbay.”

“I’m sorry. I’m an ass.”

“Congrats for realizing it. Now leave.”

“I always say the wrong thing around you because you make me nervous!”

You stood up straight, back still turned to him. “What?”

“I get nervous around you. Does that make you feel better now? The Commander of the 104th gets nervous around the medic because he’s too damn worried about the future to tell them that he likes them! So he says stupid osik like the di’kut that he is and pushes them away instead, hoping that he will get past it by keeping the medic at arm’s length and ruining any chance he might have!”

You turned around, thinking he’s pranking you, but his cheeks were darkened, his chest was heaving, and he looked like he was about to kick something out of frustration. Then you stormed over to him, grabbed him by the blacks at the front of his neck, and pulled his face to yours to kiss him. As soon as your lips met, his hands went all over, eventually landing one on your lower back and the other on the back of your head to hold you in place. You both fought for dominance of the kiss before you pulled back.

“You’re right,” you said, breathing heavily. “He does say stupid shit. And if he wants to keep the medic right in his arms, he’d better start saying nice things.”

“You’re incredible,” he said, trying to pull you back in and you giggled.

“Mm, that’s a good start.” You let yourself get wrapped up in the kiss again.

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[blade-that-was-broken]

Well there’s child that bites that’s Bruce jr I believe, there is the one that got stuck in the ketchup bottle that one is also real hyperactive so maybe HC those two as twins make em identical nightmare children. I saw a fanfic where one of Bruce’s kids was like super allergic and intolerant to practically everything which causes problems cause Bruce owns a restaurant. And of course there is anarchist daughter. You should definitely give Bruce and brandy at least one pair of twins or triplets to justify him eventually having like 8-9 kids by the time he’s like 40ish.

Thanks for the ideas! Since we basically know nothing about them and most of them I don't even think have names at this point (?) it can be kinda of difficult. Bruce was about 13 when their parents divorced and it has been about fifteen years so Bruce is only about 28 at this point. He's not done having kids but he's got several already.

"Those two are twins, Jr. likes to bite," Bruce grimaced a little as he showed John some pictures. Brandy insisted on driving back home, even though Bruce said he could do it. He wasn't sure what her game plan was but she wasn't taking no for an answer. John just silently looked at whatever Bruce showing him at any given time and didn't seem to mind the rant and chatter. "And his twin is really... hyperactive. I love them to death but wow, they are everywhere, you have no idea."

"I can probably fix the biting," John replied.

He'd been doing that, insisting he could help or fix things or whatever. Bruce really wasn't sure what to make of it. His first instinct had been thinking that John thought there was something wrong with his kid that needed to be fixed and that made him upset. Sure, Jr. shouldn't be biting and they would work on that but he wasn't some broken thing to be fixed.

John said everything so plainly and Bruce couldn't really determine his meaning.

But he kept telling himself that John wasn't exactly himself either. The doctors said he would probably come back to himself. He just didn't really know who his brother was anymore.

"Uh... this one is allergic to pretty much life in general, especially cats, for some reason?" he said, flipping through the photo. "Which is tough because out neighbor loves cats and well... he's been kind of taking a liking to them too."

"Feed him eggs from a farm with barn cats," John replied.

"Uh... what?"

John looked up at him and tilted his head a little. Bruce had to take a moment to take that in. Clay did the same thing. Geez, how was he going to tell everyone else? He'd figure that out later.

"Helps with allergies."

"Okay...? It can be difficult with the restaurant since there is a bunch of stuff he's allergic and intolerant of but we are working on a medication regiment. And he's not really supposed to be around the kitchen anyways," he continued, trying to keep things normal but his speech just kept getting quicker and more excited. "They are going to love you. They have always wanted an uncle living close by. I know technically you don't have to stay out here but it is the best and you have an in!"

"An... in?"

"Me!" Bruce nodded with a grin. "I can get you set up with a fantastic place when you are recovered, if you want. You can stay with us as long as you want, I just know a lot of people tend to be independent so I thought hey, maybe he'd want a little place on the beach or something instead but then again, we haven't really seen each other in..."

"Alright, honey," Brandy interrupted. "You are getting a little excited."

"Where else would he go? We are by far the most financially stable and it's Hawaii for heaven's sake. People would kill to live here. There can't possibly be anywhere better. He doesn't even have an address."

Brandy just shot him a slight glare in the rearview mirror.

"Uh, he's right... uhm about the address thing," John confessed. "If I needed to spend my leave off base, I usually just found a camping spot or stayed with one of my squad."

Brandy's face twisted into something interested and possibly mischievous. John wouldn't have been able to catch it but Bruce definitely could. "Oh! We would love to hear about them! You must be very close."

"We are," John shrugged, lightly. "Might as well be family at this point. Kinda curated an orphans, losers and runaways club. Or in my case, all three," he chuckled.

It was the first time Bruce heard any sound that could possibly be classified as vague amusement from John, although Bruce wasn't entirely sure if it was genuine. He knew one thing; he didn't really like the type of humor.

"Except for Chaz, he's just a fool," John snorted. "They wouldn't let me get rid of him."

"What about the others?"

"Dickory is one of the best. He's very cunning but you can count on him even in strange plans. Pete is retired, not that you'd ever know he was there in the first place. Barely said a word. We useta call him Growly Pete cause that's generally how he was."

Okay. Best friend. Crotchety old man. This was okay. This seemed normal.

"Tresillo... hasn't been with us long but he's shaping up to be a good kid. Needed some discipline but considering his parents weren't exactly in the picutre, I get where he's comin from. He's grown a lot in the time that he's been with us, we're really proud of him."

Brandy glanced at Bruce again. He knew what she was thinking.

He wasn't going to think about it.

"Anyone else?" she asked.

He listed off a few more. "And then... and then Delta."

"Oh! Who is Delta?" Brandy asked with a smile.

"She's mah girl."

His what?

"My partner in crime, the law, whatever you wanna call it," John replied, rubbing his arm and looking out the window. "Go-to gal, best friend, right hand man or I'm hers, whatever you got, it's us. By some miracle the military thought it best to keep us stationed together. She ain't crazy but probably a good choice on their part."

"So, I suppose we will be seeing her visit sometime?"

"I'll haveta call her sister and see what all happened after well, this," John shrugged. "But maybe. It used to be where you found one of us, you wouldn't find the other far behind. I dunno how that'll be now. Things are different, but uhm... I'm hopin' she''ll come around sometime.''

[websterss]

Imagine

Just laying down beside Ethan and talking about the most random stuff like what you planned on doing in the future

What it was like growing up, your guys favorite movies, drinks, food, candy all of that

Then like out of nowhere he says something like "one day I will marry you" which just makes you shocked because it was

Really cute but the most random thing that he could say so you didn't really know who to respond to that and he goes on about wanting to have family with you , for some reason

It makes you cry but it wasn't because it was sad but because it so cute 🤭

“Wait-“ Ethan’s face scrunches with a laugh. “You cut your hair because you wanted to look like a cowboy?” Ethan can’t stop his laughter. (This is actually true people I did do this as a kid, just thought it’d be funny to include lmfao)

“I honestly don’t remember what the hell was going through my mind. My mom had a heart attack when she saw what I’d done to my long hair. I went my early daycare days with a bowl cut!” Your eyes close as you laugh. “My hair was up to my ears!”

“Your poor mom. I bet she was furious.”

“Oh she was mad! But then again I did it again in third grade. Then again last semester because I thought that I could cut my own bangs. She was not impressed all three times!”

“Wait is that why you always wore bobby pins in your hair. I just thought you liked pinning your hair back.”

“You’d think I’d put pins in my hair willingly? It was not a choice!” You chuckled

“You’re hair looks nice now.” Ethan raked his eyes over your face.

“That’s cause I stopped messing with it.” Silence settles over you two. Ethan fiddles with a lose string on his comforter. Then you reverse the question he had asked you, onto him.

“What was your childhood like?”

Ethan hesitates for a second then lays back. Eyes up to the ceiling, hands sprawled over his stomach.

“It wasn’t anything like yours. I can tell you that…” He lets out a faint nervous laugh. “Things were good…at least when my mom was still around.”

“Yeah…you told me she passed away from ca-“

“Cancer yeah. It was pretty hard on my dad. My siblings too but uh yeah. I remember when she was still around. We used to bake almost every day. I can whip up a mean chocolate chip cookie by the way.” He quirks a cheeky grin your way. “And uh…things were good. Honestly, my moms probably the reason why I’m into scary movies. Dad wouldn’t let me watch them, but mom would. We’d watch as many as we could before he’d get back from work. It was our thing…” He scoffs a little laugh. Eyes staring off. You smile fondly at him. Heart swelling at this.

“I bet you miss her.”

“A lot…” He moves his chin up and down. You go to lay down beside him. Side by side on his bed.

“You know…if you want we can head back to my place. I’m pretty sure I’d have dough and chocolate chips…” You sit up. Ethan turns his head to look up at you.

“Right now?” He looks to the clock at his nightstand.

“Yeah, why not. You can sleep over too. Tell me more about your wonderful mysterious life some more.” You giggled, taking one of his hands and fiddle with his fingers. “Plus I’d get your mean whipped up chocolate chip cookies. Milk and kisses included.”

“How do you I’m not lactose intolerant?”

“You ate my left over chocolate chip ice cream last week. I’d think I’d know if you were.” You push back his curls. He sighs as your fingers rake through his hair. Your smile remains. You were game for leaving to your place and baking with him just after he told you he and his mom used to do so. God he loved you. He mirrors your smile and sits up. You lean back slightly to not bump heads with him.

“One day I’m gonna marry you.” Ethan’s smile grows watching your eyes grow and pupils dilate. Your mouth opens up slightly.

“What?”

“One day I’m gonna marry you.” Ethan repeats himself, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Oh yeah…” Your heart swells with a giddy fluttering feeling.

“Yeah…” His eyes softens. Eyes taking over your soft features.

“So who’d be the one to ask then. You or me?” You play into it, but you could see he was being serious.

“It wouldn’t matter to me, but if you didn’t then I would.”

“So if i spontaneously asked you now. You’d say yes?”

“Yeah!” He nods.

“Will you marry me then?”

“Fuck yes…” He sighs, cupping your face and pulling you on top of him. You squeal as he flips you both over. Him hovering over you now. “A million times yes without a doubt.”

“Promise...” You breathe in and out. Hands raking in his hair.

“My minds made up. You’re all I want.” He leans down to collide his lips against yours.

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BLUE LOCK MATCHUP — @lxcalmenace

Your match is...

— Itoshi Rin

✦ Hey…

✦ Rarely has a bio screamed at me so much, "CHOOSE RIN."

✦ "CHOOSE HIM!!!!!"

✦ Usually, when someone asks me for a matchup, I refuse to visit their blog until the matchup is done. It’s a way to avoid being influenced.

✦ But here, just by reading your info, I could feel that Rin was your favorite character. Even without the profile picture, I mean.

✦ I keep repeating this: we tend to have as our favorite character the one who resembles us the most.

✦ :)

✦ You probably expected it a bit.

✦ And I don’t like choosing the easy option…

✦ …but that was the most obvious choice.

✦ It would have been a shame to go through the month of his birthday without seeing a single matchup with him.

✦ (It also makes me think that this matchup is the best conclusion to my September event.)

✦ ERM.

✦ There are also so many little uncommon similarities between you two that it would have been a shame to choose someone else.

✦ At least for this matchup.

✦ (Next time, I’ll put on my devil horns.)

✦ Alright, here we go!

✦ "People often tell me that I look 'intimidating' or 'unreachable' at first impression" This is also what people think and say about Rin. And it’s what they continue to think and say even afterward. I simply believe he refuses to let people get close, first because he looks down on everyone who isn’t his brother, and second because he doesn’t have time: he’s too busy aiming for the #1 spot in the world.

✦ So, when it comes to relationships… let’s just say it's not Rin’s strong point.

✦ The big paradox is that he reads his opponents' game very well, and that requires a great ability to analyze human behavior.

✦ But as I often say: you can enjoy understanding others without necessarily liking to be with them.

✦ Rin falls into this category.

✦ For this reason, I prefer not to pair Rin with someone too similar to him, without that little extra thing to break the ice.

✦ I think you have it, thanks to this: "like if I'm with an introverted black cat friend then I can be pretty extroverted and vice versa" That’s adaptability, and that’s what Rin needs. He’s someone very rigid who doesn’t like stepping outside of his habits and what he believes to be optimal. I believe we thrive most with people who are different from us. So someone who can switch up the dynamic can teach him less intolerance and more adaptability and improvisation. Conversely, Rin can pass on discipline, technique, and mastery.

✦ "People who know what they want to do in their life and hard working are the people I admire a lot" This makes me think that you must have been quickly captivated by Rin from his first appearance—since the first time we see him shoot two balls into each other. This unorthodox introduction highlights two important things about him: he’s a man who knows what he wants and who has trained very hard to reach his goal. His demonstration in front of everyone isn’t just showing off: he’s also showing the other players that they are not on his level.

✦ "I don't like people who are mean to others for no reason" This made me reflect on Rin’s motivations. He isn’t mean at all; we never see him go after someone without reason. His resentment exists because the person he trusted the most betrayed him; now, Rin seeks to restore his honor by winning against the one who abandoned him. A deeper, less obvious part of him also seeks to understand the truth behind this abandonment. Why did Sae leave him? What happened to him? But the anger and pain inside Rin are so strong that hatred has completely overshadowed everything else. It overwhelms the bitterness that eats at him and the admission that, deep down, he still loves his big brother and would like to keep playing with him.

✦ He’s someone with a heavy burden on his shoulders, who probably isn’t even fully aware of the knot formed by his own feelings. I think he’s been so focused on improving and excelling in soccer these past years that he’s pushed aside his feelings of attachment toward Sae to maintain the resentment he nurtures. Without a sense of vengeance, Rin would have nothing left. He would become even less important in Sae’s eyes.

✦ Another thing that consciously makes Rin arrogant: when people try to rival him and fail. Even worse: when they try to rival him and succeed. That’s what Isagi proves when he manages to catch up to Rin during the last match of the second selection. This causes a huge upheaval for Rin, as his certainties gradually crumble. If he couldn’t beat Isagi, then he has no chance against Sae.

✦ All this to say that Rin isn’t inherently bad. He’s not without reason either. And if he’s ever harmful to someone, it’s only to himself.

✦ ("I love German shepherds, huskies, and Dobermans like pls they're so cute.") (It’s the first time I’ve seen someone mention Dobermans in their info, and it’s one of my favorite dog breeds too.)

✦ Without even looking at your love languages, I think the ones Rin likes to receive are words of affirmation and quality time. Probably a good amount of physical touch too. As for what he gives, I’d bet on exactly the same languages. I’d even say: he’s capable of offering all five at once and in large doses. In fact, I’m going to take the risk of headcanoning him as someone much more emotionally invested in a romantic relationship than one might think.

✦ It’s probably the result of years of emotional constipation, but for me, Rin has cut off his most vulnerable parts—those related to affection—to focus only on what he thinks gives him strength to become the best. That is, determination, rage, and anger.

✦ So, from the moment you open his emotional floodgates… God, no wonder his Wiki says he never cries: the guy has been wrecked for so long, of course, he’s crying his soul out non-stop, day after day.

✦ Let’s move on to your love languages :)

"My love language (receiving) is probably physical touch and words of affirmation and well when giving, probably words of affirmation and gift-giving."

✦ :D

✦ Well, it matches!

✦ Also, another risky headcanon: I think Rin, when truly in love, becomes the complete opposite of what we see in the manga up to chapter 275. It’s simply that everything he suppresses, everything he doesn’t think is useful in his quest for self-fulfillment, comes rushing out and makes him seem like a different person. But I think that’s actually the person Rin would normally be if Sae hadn’t destroyed him emotionally.

✦ I’m not sure I’ll fully commit to the idea that Rin might be a bit of a hopeless romantic in a relationship, but to me, his pursuit of Sae is the ultimate proof that once he loves someone—whether platonically or romantically—he never lets them go. He will keep fighting until he’s won… or gotten an explanation.

✦ It’s a very twisted and extreme form of loyalty.

✦ But it is loyalty.

✦ And in the hypothetical scenario where he truly falls in love with someone… Well, yes. For me, he’s totally the type to wait in front of your door with a bouquet of flowers. He does it with great class, dressed well under his long black coat, scarf tied around his neck. He’s also the one who holds the door, waits for you to go first, the one who thinks about buying the ingredients for a dish you love to prepare it for you in secret. The one who runs you a hot bath in winter without you even asking. I truly think he’s the kind of guy who, without being overly demonstrative at first, is very active in showing his affection.

✦ To me, he’s really someone who doesn’t know how to lie. When we saw who he was before Sae broke him: we know it.

✦ I also think that, expression-wise, he’s not very expansive, at least not at the start. It’s… new for him. I know he won’t feel comfortable right away because he’s already loved someone once, who abandoned him overnight as if nothing had happened, and that kind of thing leaves some trauma.

✦ So yes, he’ll likely be unsure of himself and go back and forth. Like, he’ll open up a bit, then suddenly shut down and push you away. And then realize, oh wait, that wasn’t so bad after all.

✦ But overall, he’s a wounded little animal that needs to be allowed to come out of his shell at his own pace. Athletically, he’s exceptional. But it’s at the cost of sacrificing his psychological well-being, which has everything to rebuild.

✦ So how to tell him he’s done enough, that he can rest, that it’s enough for today? Well, that’s part of the words of affirmation he desperately needs. The ones his brother never gave him, among others, and especially: the ones Rin doesn’t give himself.

✦ So, by opening the way for him toward positive and healthy self-esteem, he can gradually bloom. It’s something you can do, something you can teach him. And it’s going to be long; it will take time. Patience. But above all, a lot of trust.

✦ And it’s worth every bit of the effort. Because once the boy is won over… Nothing will make him let go. The smiling Rin still exists and wants someone to take his hand and say, "You’ve done enough."

✦ Conclusion: He needs someone light-hearted, but not superficial. Someone intelligent and well-intentioned, who can argue with him and persuade him. I think these are traits you possess, and they could lead to some great situations that I’d love to see in a TV series.

✦ On a lighter note, I’m circling back to the comments at the end of your info: 'I have 4 of these such accents and it's lowkey embarrassing when I'm talking to new people and one of those accents kicks in and then I have to explain it to them.' It reminded me of the scene where Rin faces the World 5 and speaks in English…

✦ 'Nah, I'm a bird person. I had 4 cockatiels (2 of them flew away recently (that was very traumatic for me)) so I only have 2 of them left now. I had 2 green cheek conures too; they were such cuties.' That, among other things, made me think of Rin. Not just that, but the overall vibe of your text. Speaking of birds, I find that the swan is a very fitting symbol for Rin. Elegant and mysterious, ruling his domain but willing to die for the one he loves.

✦ Speaking of a dark vibe, let's dive into headcanons!

✦ "I LOVE horror movies. Like, during weekends, I take naps in the afternoon just so I can stay up at night watching horror movies." Weekend marathon watching Kubrick's entire filmography and the biggest horror movie titles. Basically, neither of you are scared, you easily anticipate the protagonists' actions and all the jump scares planned by the director, but these are kind of your comfort movies.

✦ Rin prefers listening to you talk about your passions rather than talking about his own. It's a bit like with his older brother when they were younger; he listens attentively, his cheeks softly tinged as he feels the passion that fills you every time you talk about your interests. Without saying he'll take them up himself, it always gives him more vibrant and authentic aspects of your personality, and he likes that. I’d even say it flatters him that you share all of this with him.

✦ When you’re on public transportation, in a crowd, or just in a busy place, he's that shy hand quietly seeking yours with the utmost discretion. It’s a way to keep calm amidst the noise and bustle, and over time, it’s become a reflex to seek your touch. He doesn’t even realize it anymore and blushes with embarrassment when you point it out.

✦ Between a dog and a cat, Rin is definitely more cat. Watching you take care of the strays you find on the street strangely reminds him of how he is with you.

✦ He helps you rescue and care for birds that have fallen from their nests or are injured. He knows the proper steps to take, what number to call, and what to do to ensure the bird is taken to a safe place. The first time, you were impressed by the gentle way he held the dove in his hands; he handled it with such care and patience to avoid harming or scaring the bird too much. The fact that he already had birdseed in a cupboard made you realize this wasn’t his first rescue.

✦ I canon Rin as a guy who loves taking baths and sometimes even falls asleep in the hot water. It’s one of the rare times he truly allows himself to relax, where all his muscles unwind. For you, he’ll run the bath ten minutes before and set up the whole scene with candles, rose petals, and a dim ambiance. With Halloween and the colder season approaching, these moments are becoming more frequent, much to your delight.

✦ Face to face in the bathtub. Sometimes, neither of you say anything. You just enjoy the quiet, the sound of the water around you. The warm steam floating. Simply being together.

✦ Eventually, Rin closes his eyes, his neck resting on the edge of the tub. He looks like he’s sleeping, but you know he’s listening intently to whatever you have to say. Whether it’s about your day, your latest passion, or something that struck you recently. Sometimes, a small smile forms at the corner of his lips.

✦ His guilty pleasure? Visiting the park to watch the animals, especially the birds taking flight. He particularly enjoys going at night to listen to the rustling in the trees, guessing which bird each hoot belongs to.

✦ I honestly think camping is an activity that could really suit you both, mainly because it strengthens your bond as you navigate a hostile environment together, and also because being in the middle of the forest is the perfect setting for Rin, who loves meditating and enjoying nature without human interference.

✦ At first glance, Rin doesn’t seem interested in amusement parks. But I’m certain that for Halloween, we could convince him to go with you into the haunted house, the hall of mirrors, and even the fastest roller coasters. Honestly, I think he’s the one between you two who never screams or shows any fear, but it triggers a kind of adrenaline in him, and after a while, I believe he’d be the one grabbing your hand to pull you toward the next attraction.

✦ The evening continues back at home, where you both lock yourselves in the room to replay all your favorite horror games.

✦ He probably would have preferred ordering food for dinner because his cooking skills aren’t the best. Nothing too risky, but as long as the meal is good, that’s what matters.

✦ No horror podcast tonight; Rin will be the one to lull you to sleep with his voice. Once you’re in bed, he joins you, one affectionate hand in your hair as he talks. He talks like he rarely does with others; he takes the time to craft his words, building suspense like in your favorite horror movies. In the end, you get so wrapped up in it that you force yourself to stay awake to hear the conclusion. You ask him questions, he answers, and the conversation repeats. Eventually, the discussion lasts all night, and neither of you end up sleeping.

It's late afternoon, but the festivities are just beginning at the fairground. The whole setup is there, with bats hanging up high, stretched-out spiderwebs, and pumpkins scattered around. There’s a bit of a Tim Burton-esque touch and a few other nods to classic horror films, with Voorhees, Myers, and Freddy masks dangling from strings.

Nothing that makes you panic.

You’re standing in line for the "Werewolf" roller coaster, and what's most impressive about this ride is that it's entirely made of wood. The feeling of unease is at its peak.

The line moves slowly, and soon it’s almost your turn to board.

You wonder aloud:

"Hey… Do you think it'll break while we're on it?"

"It’s possible."

"Really? Aren’t these kinds of structures supposed to be unbreakable? They must have tested it a million times to make sure it's super safe."

"Zero risk doesn’t exist."

"Good thing we’re only doing this once then!"

"Are you scared?"

Rin turned his gaze toward you, and you can't tell if his serious expression is hiding an upcoming tease or not.

"Hmm… A little… And you?" You admit.

"Yes. Extremely."

"Oh. Well, it doesn’t show."

"You don’t have to show everything."

"Yeah, but still. We wouldn’t like horror stuff if we didn’t like being scared."

"Fear is adrenaline. It’s what gives you the strength to survive. To overcome everything. Fear is necessary."

You listen without commenting, feeling… flattered? That Rin would admit such a thing to you. He who hates to admit his weaknesses. No, it's not a weakness: he’s turned it into a strength.

And when you climb into the cart, securely strapped in, you place your hands on the safety bar, your heart already pounding wildly.

"Ooh… I'm not feeling good about this, Rin…"

"Hold my hand."

Which you eagerly do. There’s a small space to slide your fingers through and intertwine them. But the most impressive thing isn’t the height of the roller coaster anymore. It’s the warmth pulsing between Rin's fingers, enveloping your hand and traveling up your arm, giving a new rhythm to your heartbeat.

The ride starts, and you slowly ascend the rails. In front and behind you, people are scared, and you can feel it. But when you glance to your left to catch Rin’s eye, all you see is an impassive face, measuring the distance between you and the summit.

The slope begins to steepen, and your hair starts flying back, a sign that gravity is shifting. Your breathing quickens, and you grip Rin's hand even tighter.

"Rin, I'm scared."

"Breathe. Let it come."

"I'm scared, I'm scared! It’s going up too high!"

"I'm here."

Rin is here. Soon, you reach the back of the werewolf, and finally, the front of the cart dips down at a breakneck speed, pulling out the scream of your life. You scream your lungs out, the air smacking against your eyes as the pressure in your stomach pushes your guts upward. Tears of terror well up in the corners of your eyes. In panic, in instinct, you're not sure; you're still searching for Rin.

He’s there, his black hair tousled by the wind and the twists the machine takes.

But he isn’t screaming.

On the contrary, despite the speed you're going and all the jolts, you recognize a smile and then hear the wild laugh that follows.

He’s laughing.

He's laughing!

How can he be laughing at a moment like this?

You don’t know; you can't ask now. You’ll have to wait until the end of this mixture of torture, joy, and terror.

The rounds continue, and your grip almost crushed Rin's hand, but when you exit the ride, still groggy from the thrill, you step aside from the crowd to catch your breath.

You recover from the excitement and scrutinize Rin’s expression.

"Man, that was insane!! WOW!! What kind of ride is that?? And Rin, why were you laughing??? How can you laugh in a moment like that?"

"It's because…"

The ghost of his euphoria lingers on his face.

"… it makes me feel alive."

A word about your match: As I said, I’m thrilled to conclude this session of matchups with the character spotlighted by my September theme. I'm even more convinced knowing who my next matchup post will be about… There was no other choice in my mind than Rin for you.

© TIGREBLVNC 2024 | SEPTEMBER ‘24 MATCHUPS EDITION.

[a-sin-to-be-rin]

When Shadow Meets Light

Midna knows very little about the Light world. She knows that it’s warm, almost insufferably so. She knows her eyes hurt if she stays there for too long. And she knows that any attack from a being of the Twilight would be devastating to a being of the Light. But she’s never known much more than that. She never needed to.

Until today. The Twilight is indeed devastating to her human, and she has no idea how to fix it.

---

Midna hates the Light world. She hates, hates, hates it with a passion. The Light is too bright, too hot, too intolerable on her skin. She’s relegated to shadows, restricted by the position of the sun.

So Midna knows how difficult - perhaps impossible - it is for a creature of the Twilight to live in the Light. She certainly can’t.

So it really can’t be her fault when she assumes that the monster that bites Link is simply a Deku Baba.

The monster jumps out from behind, catching Link off-guard. It clamps its jaws around Link’s sword arm. Gasping, Link grabs the sword in his right hand and slashes the demon plant’s stem. He pries it off and runs it through once more, just to be safe, but the damage has been done.

“Careful,” Midna warns. “Remember what happened last time?”

Link gives her a flat look, clearly uninterested in discussing the last time he was bitten by a Deku Baba.

“I told you it was venomous,” Midna says anyway. “But nooo. We aren’t going to waste a potion on that.”

Link sighs. Twists his lips. Glares at Midna for a minute. Then, resigned, Link digs a potion from his belt. He locks eyes with Midna while slowly, pointedly popping the cork from the bottle and downing the whole thing.

“Yes, very good,” Midna snipes. “You learned how to follow directions. Amazing.”

Rather than give her attitude, Link drops the bottle back in his pouch and brushes the monster plant goop from his arm.

And then they carry on. Link fights his way through the rest of the Forest Temple. Midna provides helpful hints and hilarious commentary. (Link seems to ignore her, but Midna tries not to take it personally. The guy clearly doesn’t understand comedy at all.)

Truly, nothing out of the ordinary happens until Link is saddled on Epona and headed for Hyrule Field. It’s subtle, the difference, but Midna notices it immediately.

“Link, what-?”

But Link must notice it too. He pulls on the reins, and Epona slows to a trot. He blinks a few times, but it does nothing to fix the paleness of his skin or the sweat running down his temples.

“Why are we slowing down?”

Link shakes his head. Reaches over to massage his left arm. He’s confused, and honestly? Midna is too.

“Did that giant plant guy get you? Or… Or did the monkey give you fleas or something?”

Another head shake, though Link brings Epona to a stop. Then he removes his left bracer and rolls up his sleeve.

And then Midna sees it. If she had a particularly strong bond to Link, she might feel scared. As it is, she’s just left curious.

Link’s arm reeks of death. Spiderwebs of darkness bloom in a crescent shape, lining up exactly with where the Deku Baba’s bite mark would have been.

“What is that?” Though Midna is pretty sure she already knows.

Link looks over at her. One eyebrow is arched in confusion. His eyes flick to his arm and then back to her again. He’s asking her.

“It’s not Twilight.” She’s certain of that. “But it’s obviously from the Deku Baba. Maybe it was actually a Shadow Baba? I don’t know how a Twilight creature could survive like that, but I’m not sure what else it could be.”

There’s a nod in agreement, though it’s not particularly enthusiastic. Midna doesn’t have to ask to know his next question.

“I’m not sure what could fix it, though. I’ve never seen a Light creature survive an attack from the Twilight.”

Link sniffs, turning away and grunting, digging his heels into Epona’s sides. The horse continues its easy trot forward.

“What, so you’re just going to leave it?”

He shakes his head. Points to the west.

“What is that? Your village?”

A sharp nod. But instead of raising his head at the end of the nod, like anyone else would, Link’s chin drops to his chest. He slumps in the saddle and topples over the side. There’s the stupendous crash of sword against shield as Link slams into the ground. Startled, the horse whinnies, taking off in a gallop. With its shadow gone, Midna has to rush to Link’s significantly smaller shadow.

“Wake up!” she yells. How is she supposed to find the fused shadows if her ride there is sleeping on the ground? “C’mon, you stupid, stupid wolf!”

She has no hands to shake him. No feet to walk herself away. She’s stuck in Link’s crumpled shadow.

“Link!” she shouts, thinking his name might rouse him. But his eyes are screwed shut, breathing halting and uneven. He’s paler than before, and it doesn’t look like he’s waking up any time soon.

Bold of Midna to assume anything about the guy, though. He’s dragging his eyelids open with his next breath, eyes hazy and confused.

“Ugh, don’t do that, you idiot,” Midna grouses. Because this really is Link’s fault. He shouldn’t have been distracted. That Shadow Baba shouldn’t have even gotten close enough to bite. “C’mon, use a potion or a fairy or something.”

Link’s good arm pats his belt, but all he finds are a few empty bottles.

“Well, I don’t know, can’t you just lick the inside of an old potion bottle? There’ve gotta be a few drops left in there.” Midna really is grasping at straws here.

Link appears to consider it. He turns a bottle in his hand before it slips from his grasp, his eyelids fluttering shut.

“Oh no you don’t.” Midna should be worried. But she doesn’t even know Link. No, she’s not concerned. She’s livid. “You wake up right now, you useless wolf! I am not going to just sit here and watch you die, do you hear me? If someone else comes along, I will abandon you!”

And then there’s a far-off shout. “Link!”

Midna freezes. Disappears completely within his shadow. With luck, whoever is looking for Link will find him. With extra luck, they’ll be able to fix him, and he’ll be back to finding fused shadows in an hour.

It takes a long time for the owner of the voice to finally stumble upon the glade. Midna had no idea voices could travel so far. That, or she had no idea humans could move so slowly.

“Link!” A man in strange, layered clothing hops off of Epona, rushes up, and kneels beside Link. “Hey! Wake up!”

Good luck, Midna thinks bitterly. He obviously doesn’t know what that means.

But apparently, Link does, in fact, know what “wake up” means. Because he’s groaning and reaching out for the stranger.

“It’s alright,” the man soothes, noticing Link’s injured arm and studying it with a thoughtful frown. “It’s alright. Can you stand?” Cautiously, he sits Link up and pulls Link’s good arm over his shoulders. They stand with a grunt from the man and a whine from Link. “Attaboy,” the man encourages. “Just to Epona, okay?” They hobble along, with the man doing far more legwork than Link, and Midna is forced to creep along at their excruciating pace.

“There you go. You’ve got it. Nearly there.” The man’s reassurances are endless and gentle. Part of Midna hates Link for getting himself into this mess. A bigger part of her hates him for having someone to get him out of the mess. Someone who seems to truly, genuinely care.

Midna hasn’t felt something like that. Not in a very, very long time.

“Okay, real easy now,” the man says upon arriving at the horse’s side. “One foot in the stirrup. And… There we go. Think you can stay awake ‘til we get to the village?”

Link’s response is to nearly fall from the saddle once more. The man hurriedly grabs Link’s shoulder, steps into the stirrup, and swings his leg over the horse’s back. He wraps one arm around Link’s middle, keeping him upright, and grabs the reins with his other hand. “C’mon,” he urges, nudging the horse forward. He doesn’t let her move any faster than a walk.

Once again, Midna is irritated by the fragility and speed (or lack thereof) of humans. Why is she trapped in this monotonous trudge forward? Would it kill them to go a little faster? Midna kind of has some very time-sensitive tasks on the agenda.

But whatever. Midna endures because she has no other option. They eventually make it to the village. A few women stand near the entrance, anxiously shifting from foot to foot and fiddling with their hair. The moment they spot Epona, they rush up, escorting the horse into the village.

“Rusl, what happened?”

“Is he… Is he alive?”

“Yes,” the man - Rusl - confirms. But there’s no comfort in his voice. It’s all tension and gritted teeth. “We need to move quickly.”

They wind down the path, passing a few small homes and shops. They stop at one of the last cottages, and Rusl slides off the saddle, quickly pulling Link down with him.

Link still hasn’t awoken, and though Midna has told herself she doesn’t care, the concern of the villagers makes her tense.

“Uli!” Rusl calls, dragging Link’s limp form into the house. “Get water and bandages!”

Suddenly, the tiny home is full of people, all bustling about. The women prepare supplies, while a large man helps Rusl carry Link to the bed.

“Should’ve told me,” the large man says. “You’re still hurt. I could’ve gone after him.”

“Not now, Bo, okay?”

Bo seems to respect this. “What do you need?”

“For now? Space.”

Two women set the supplies on the bedside table, and Rusl nods, dismissing them and Bo. Only the pregnant woman stays, hovering beside Rusl.

“Help me get his shirt off,” he asks.

The woman begins to cut the shirt off with a knife, but she pauses when she finds the chainmail underneath. “Rusl…”

Rusl doesn’t slow for a moment, wrenching Link’s uncooperative arms free and ripping the mail off. It looks uncomfortable, but Midna supposes Rusl understands just how severe an injury like this is.

Once the last of Link’s many layers are removed, Rusl wipes down Link’s arm. The decay seems to have grown, its tendrils branching up to nearly his shoulder and down past his elbow. “Looks like… The skin looks dead, Uli.” He looks up at the woman, fear shining in his eyes.

Uli looks herself, setting a lantern on the table to see better. But she seems to come to the same conclusion, grimacing. Then she places a hand on his forehead. “It’s killing him, Rusl. I… I don’t know if we should… if we can save his arm.”

Rusl swallows hard. Begins to wash the decaying area more thoroughly. “Tell Bo to go to the spring. Send Sera and Pergie too. We… I’ll hold off as long as I can, but until then, the best thing they can do is pray.”

They’re so serious about the whole thing. But humans die so quickly… die so easily. Why are they so bothered about losing this one? It’s bound to happen eventually.

It occurs to Midna that she knows nothing about humans and their sickly sweet sentiment. Truly, they’re bigger fools than she ever realized if they worry about something so trivial as another human’s death.

Uli disappears. Rusl tends to the wound, pouring different liquids and salves on it, which usually results in Link yelling or groaning or kicking Rusl in the gut. (Okay, so he only kicks Rusl once, but Midna still thinks it’s pretty funny.)

By the time Uli has returned, Link is stirring again.

“I’m here,” Rusl assures him. “Uli’s here too. You’re safe.”

Link’s eyes flit around the room. He winces, hand shaking as he reaches for his injured arm.

“No, no, don’t look at that,” Uli scolds, taking his free hand in hers. “We’re taking care of it, okay?”

Link looks up at them with something Midna has never seen in his eyes before:

Complete and utter trust.

“Just rest, Link. We’re not going anywhere.”

Oh. Midna feels… something. She’s not sure what exactly it is. “Jealous rage” comes to mind, but “grief” might be the more accurate descriptor.

“Think you can drink a potion?” Rusl holds up a canteen. “Might help.”

They had a potion? All this time, lamenting and worrying and whining, and they had a damn potion this whole time?? Midna nearly flies out of Link’s shadow. She can’t handle the incompetence much longer.

Link doesn’t seem to process the pair’s words anymore, but he’s compliant as Rusl helps him sit up and presses the canteen to his lips.

But it’s the strangest thing. After drinking the potion and settling back, Link doesn’t look any better. He’s still sickly and confused and gross. Did Rusl know the potion wouldn’t do anything? Midna supposes he’s right, because after Link was bitten, the potion only stopped the bleeding. But she really had hoped the potion would do something.

Because it would be inconvenient if her traveling companion died. That’s the only reason. She doesn’t care about him at all.

(She doesn’t care about him at all. She does not care, and maybe if she keeps telling herself that, she’ll actually believe it.)

Link’s eyes close, and Uli brushes the hair from his forehead. “You’re safe,” she repeats, over and over. All the while, Rusl watches Link’s arm. Midna wonders when he’ll give up and cut it off. It has to be soon, right? The deadened area must be close to his shoulder by now. What are they waiting for? A miracle?

“Rusl!” The door slams open, and Rusl is on his feet, sword in hand and standing protectively in front of Uli. Midna has never seen a human move so quickly. Not even Link.

But then Rusl realizes who it is. That big man from before. Bo or something.

“What?”

Bo is in a frenzy, shoving a glowing bottle into Rusl’s hands. “There was a… a fairy at the… spring.” He’s panting hard.

Rusl moves with purpose, striding back to Link’s side and opening the bottle above Link’s arm. All the while, he murmurs prayers under his breath. “Goddess, protect him. Goddess, heal him. Goddess, save him.”

The fairy - a ball of Light that makes Midna cringe as it approaches - circles around the wound. It takes a long, long moment, whizzing about like it has somewhere else to be. Midna wonders if this really will work. Finds herself wishing that it will, though the likelihood that a fairy can reverse decay is… low at best.

Finally, the fairy zips out the window, forever lost. Rusl leans over to check the wound, and Midna finds herself doing the same.

“It’s gone,” Rusl says, and he’s right. The dead skin is gone, once again healthy and unmarred.

“He’s still warm,” Uli notes, patting Link’s cheek in an attempt to rouse him.

Link is far quicker to wake up this time. His eyes still have a feverish shine to them, and he falls asleep shortly after, but the pallor of his skin is gone.

Midna is relieved. Because she doesn’t need to find a new adventurer, not because he’s looking healthier.

“The infection must still be in his system,” Uli suggests. “I guess even fairies have their limits.”

“How did you find the fairy?” Rusl’s expression is still grim, but his eyes belie his relief. “I’ve never seen one at the spring.”

Bo shakes his head. “I’m not… It must have…” He sighs. “The goddesses must have something big planned for him. Sera and Pergie and I went to the spring to pray, and all of a sudden, there was this fairy in my face. Just-” He holds a hand close to his face. “-like that. I never seen a fairy do that before. It was just…” He shakes his head again. “Link is favored by the goddesses.”

Rusl must know this already, and Midna wonders just how important this guy really is to the goddesses. He’s not all that special, really.

“We’ll watch him tonight,” Uli offers. “I imagine he can recover, but in case he gets worse…” She doesn’t finish the sentence. It must be unthinkable. 

“Good idea,” Rusl says softly, squeezing Uli’s hand.

---

The night passes uneventfully. Midna is bored the whole time, though she does listen to the humans occasionally.

“If Link is here, do you think Colin is…”

“I’m not sure. We can ask him when he wakes.”

It sounds miserable, this little village. The humans speak of missing children - Colin and Beth and some other names Midna doesn’t care to remember - and attacks from dangerous, boar-riding monsters. They talk about the fear of never seeing their son again. They cry and whine and…

They comfort each other.

Midna stops listening.

---

Link wakes the next morning. He looks better than the night before, though that’s a poor standard, because before, he looked dead.

“Link, you’re up!” Uli sounds surprised, and she looks like she desperately wants to say something. But whatever it is, she doesn’t say right away. “Are you feeling okay?” She presses her hand to Link’s cheek. “Your fever must have broken.”

Link smiles. Gives a thumbs-up. It makes Uli laugh, though it’s a sorry, broken little laugh.

“Link, I’m sorry to ask so soon, but I need to know. Colin, the others, did you… Where are they?”

There’s a heavy pause. Link looks at her with regretful ignorance. Sorry, I’ve got no clue, Midna bets he’s thinking.

“Oh. Weren’t you taken with them?”

Link shakes his head.

Uli swallows hard, nodding slightly. “Oh. Okay. So I… I guess you haven’t seen them.”

His expression is mournful. Earlier, Midna had been surprised at how much the villagers cared about Link. And now she’s realizing that Link cares about them just as much. She’d assumed that Link was… no one, really. Someone who was a convenient solution to her problem and nothing more.

Apparently not.

---

Link is fully healed and ready to leave the next day. Rusl and Uli help him pack, talking about missing children, important quests, dangerous monsters. At one point, Uli suggests Link stay in the village, so they don’t lose him again.

Thankfully, Link doesn’t seem to agree with this plan, though there are promises made to find said missing children. Midna hopes he doesn’t plan on looking for them before they’ve found all the fused shadows.

Link leaves the village on foot, unhitching Epona on his way out. It’s not until they’ve reached the bridge that Midna makes her presence known.

“Ugh, finally,” she groans, because she doesn’t want Link to think she was worried about him. (She was not worried, thank you very much.) “I thought you were gonna sleep all day.”

The slightest of smirks curls his lips. He shakes his head and puts a foot in one stirrup. But Midna speaks before he can hoist himself up.

“Hey, um… Back there… Those people really cared about you. I mean, I don’t know what’s to care about, really,” Midna adds quickly, folding her arms. “You’re a stupid wolf who got himself hurt and delayed us getting the fused shadows.” And then she hesitates, voice softer than before. “But… maybe there’s a reason they like you so much. Guess I’ll find out?”

Link tips his head. Considers her for a moment. Then shrugs.

“Yeah,” Midna hums. “Guess I’ll find out.” She disappears in Link’s shadow, and he mounts Epona, setting a course for Hyrule Field.

[sollattes]

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Flirting with the enemy

tsuji x himuro!reader

note: reader considers ghandi as her brother even though they are not blood related, so that's why it's "brothers"

You were part of the kamasaka gang as your brothers were leading it, but not as someone who fights, no. Hell no. Both reiji and ghandi would rather die than have you with even just a single bruise, but as their 'healer' or 'doctor' of some sort.

One thing you didn't really expect was both of your brothers to beaten up this badly though you already knew that the whole 'three-school-alliance' was bullshit since the 'leader' of it is an intolerable asshole.

"I don't know if the two of you are really dumb, really brave, or really bravely stupid" you scolded them while handing ghandi an ice pack then putting more ointment on reiji's bruised lip.

"You can say both," reiji flashed a shit-eating-grin and then followed by ghandi's laugh of agreement, but both of them quickly shut up when they saw your glare directed towards them.

You just sighed dissapiontedly and rolled your eyes at them, then continued on treating reiji while from time to time checking in ghandi.

Looking at your med supplies, you were short on bandages and alcohol so you quickly informed your brothers about it and then went to the pharmacy to at least stock up a bit.

In the store you were met with one of the dudes that your brothers talked to you about, it was the dude with the braids, and as usual, he was with his two other friends, todoroki? Was the glasses guy's name and the big dude you absolutely have no idea what's his name.

You avoided them skillfully like the plague, though fate was not on your side, and you bumped into 'braids guy', making the things that the both of you were holding fall onto the ground.

You bumped into tsuji's chest quite hard that it made grunt in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, omg. Are you okay?" You apologised profusely, helping him pick up the things that fell.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry," tsuji assured you, then also bent down to help pick the things that were on the ground.

While helping him pick up the things that fell, your hands softly grazed at each other, and both of you met eyes after feeling the contact and just softly smiled at each other

Tsuji did not expect his chest to throb again after getting beaten up by ebera, but this time, it was not from pain but from being flustered on how pretty you are.

Now that you were seeing him this close, he was really pretty even with small bruises scattered in his face.

Both todoroki and Shiba looked around to look for tsuji as he was taking too long in the bandages Isle. They found the both of you just quietly flirting with each other with your glances and quiet laughs. Shiba tried to call tsuji but just got ignored. Then both Shiba and Todo just made a knowing look with each other and just decided to leave tsuji alone with you.

"I'm really sorry again, I didn't look where I was going," you sheepishly smiled at him and picked the last of your things on the ground.

"Like I said, it's totally fine," tsuji handed the last of your dropped things, then put his hands on his pockets.

"Hey, look, how about I make up to you? I know there's a really good takoyaki spot nearby," you offered tsuji while paying at the counter.

You really do wanna make it up to him, totally not because you want to get to know him. No, not that all. And plus, your brothers would probably kill this guy if they ever find out you hung out with him.

Of course, tsuji agreed since he also wanted to get to know you better, and the opportunity presented itself, so who was he to deny that.

After exiting the pharmacy, both of you went to the takoyaki store that you were talking about. When both of you were done buying, you found a park stair and decided that you would just chill there and talk with him, considering you still don't know each other's names

While eating takoyaki with tsuji, you found out a lot of things about him, and both of you have a lot in common.

Being so ingrossed with your conversation with tsuji, you didn't notice the time, but it was already too late, reiji and ghandi were already looking for you.

Reiji and ghandi were already turning the city upside down to look for you.

Once reiji spotted you with tsuji, he immediately saw red. The rage hat reiji felt was immeasurable.

Reiji grabbed tsuji's collar, "YOU STAY AWAY FROM THEM YOU FUCKING OYA SCUM I DONT WANT TO SEE YOU NEAR THEM EVER AGAIN," he warned tsuji.

Tsuji did not care if reiji was threatening him. All he cared at that moment was you, he coudnt even hear reiji's voice anymore once he met your teary and afraid eyes.

"Reiji please just stop, it was my fault too please stop let's just go," you pleaded not knowing why you want to protect tsuji but still you'll feel responsible if ever got hurt.

"YOU STAY AWAY FROM THEM YOU FUCKING OYA SCUM," your brother gave one last warning to tsuji and dragged you away from there.

You left tsuji with one last apologetic glance before letting your brother drag you back in order not to cause further commotion.

Tsuji fought hard to not go after you, though by doing that he'll just cause a scene more so for now he won't do anything but he'll make sure that this won't your last meeting, he doesn't care if reiji would destroy as long as he can see you everything will be worth it.

note: Hey, babes ! I don't really know how to write enemies to lovers, so I wrote this instead. I'm also sorry of its late . hope you still like it.

[mercurygray]

hiii merc, could i please request from the one-word prompts #21 "phone" and/or from the passion prompts list #9 "arousing," for marion/harding? thank you <3 — @shoshiwrites

Shoshi, I had too much fun with this.

🌶️! Innuendo alert! Consensual adults are talking dirty and teasing each other about doing consensual things later.

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It was a wonder he was getting any work at all done under these conditions.

Intolerable, really, when you thought about it - that he was slaving away here in the Operations room, reviewing the aerial photographs of their bomb damage from the run last week and discussing the best way they could keep everyone on target for the next run, and she was going in and out of her office like she wasn't the most gorgeous woman in the room. She was a distraction - and he wanted to make sure she knew it.

Neil excused himself from the photographs and walked over to Marion's office, letting tiny Sergeant Dacre squeak by so she could run the latest telex over to Bubbles Payne's desk. He tapped his knuckles twice on the door and Marion looked up from the file drawer she was going through. "Captain Brennan, I was wondering if you had a moment to talk about something."

She looked vaguely confused, but nodded, and he let himself in, leaving the door wide open as he did so, the rest of the ops room all bustle and noise.

"Speaking theoretically, of course," he said, leaning against the file cabinet with its open drawer, his voice just low enough that the chatter and bang in the next room rode straight over them, "if a fellow were to shut the door right now so he could show you a good time, what would he be doing?"

She looked up from her files with surprise in her eyes, and, meeting his gaze, realized after a moment what he was doing here. "Theoretically."

"Of course."

"How much of a good time? Five minutes?"

He shrugged. "Say ten."

She nodded, considering this proposal. "And the door's locked?"

"Well, he doesn't want to be interrupted if she doesn't," Neil allowed, though his heart jumped a little at the idea of doing whatever it was she was going to suggest with the extra threat of being discovered hanging over their heads.

"And he wants to show me a good time?"

He gave a nod and shifted against the side of the file drawers. "Your time is very valuable and he can, ahem, attend to his own needs later."

"I see." She glanced down at the folder in her hand and flipped through it once. "Well. In that case, I'd say he could lock the door, and while he's doing that I might help myself out of my jacket, and loosen my skirt a little, and then I'd ask him to sit down in my chair so I could sit on his lap."

"Mmmhm."

She gave one last glance through the folder, put it back in the drawer, and pulled out another. "And then I'd like him to get his hand up my skirt."

He nodded slowly. "Right. How far?"

"As far as he'll go," she said, locking eyes with him. "Provided he brought a handkerchief." She put the second folder back and moved to the second filing cabinet, and he followed, mindful not to touch her as he moved around her to the other side of the drawer.

"Brave girl. May he be allowed to kiss you during this proceeding?"

"He may. It may in fact be a condition of it." She opened another drawer. "I may even need to open my shirt a little so he can kiss me a few places the rest of the world can't see."

He almost laughed. "Miss Brennan, are you saying you'd like a hickey?"

"Maybe I am, Mr. Harding." She snapped the drawer closed and looked straight at him. "Is that objectionable?"

"I'll see if he can oblige," he managed. "Full satisfaction, of course, with the - the hand and the skirt."

She nodded and smiled, looking down at her own shoes. "Of course. We have ten whole minutes." She sniffed delicately. "And - theoretically speaking - if the - ah, gentleman has met all of these requirements for showing me a good time, how do you think he's going to be feeling after all of this?"

"Like he's going to need to find a closet of his own so he can knock one off in private," Harding said with a grin, leaning in just a little closer. "And think about how gorgeous you're gonna look later in his bed when he does it again with your clothes off."

She nodded and made a small sound of assent, meeting his eye again with a damnably compelling smile, seemingly unfazed by the entire conversation when he could almost promise she was already getting wet just thinking about it.

"Captain Brennan?" Dacre was back at the door again.

"Well, we'll have to discuss it all more later, Captain," Harding said, his voice returning to his normal volume. "Thank you for that."

"Of course, sir," Marion said with a perfectly pleasant, even smile. Harding nodded and walked back to the workstation with the photos, silently planning exactly what later would look like.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.54 Flames...literally

Though I didn't own much, downsizing my life turned out to be much harder than I anticipated. I could only take a few pictures and had to decide what items from my desk and dresser I could part with and leave behind. How many skin care products and colognes did one man need? In the grand scheme of things, the decision was like splitting hairs but still quite difficult to make. I had a routine, and those things were part of that routine. Living somewhere else was one thing, but upsetting the routine was a different flavor of cow's milk. But I eventually made my selections and arrived back home before Sophia. Unfortunately, I didn't make it back in time to implement my secret plan, and she walked in on me scrambling.

Even in her work uniform, she took my breath away, though she looked kind of tired. She sniffed the air and said something smelled good. Since the cat was out of the bag, I went ahead and explained.

"Hi! Uhh...So like, I know it's super early, and no one has dinner at 3:00, but I wanted to do something special and have a meal ready for you."

She flashed that beautiful smile that always tore me into pieces and sat at the table.

"Awwwww! That's so sweet! I'm so tired I can only dream of eating right now," she said. "I'm sorry. Does that ruin your plan?"

"Not at all! I just got started like ten minutes ago, so that's perfect. Get some rest. I'll be done by the time you wake up."

Her kiss on my forehead left a tender warmth on my skin as she disappeared into the bedroom to nap. I resumed preparing our dinner and couldn't help but feel a surge of joy coursing through me. The thought of being able to see her beautiful face every day, to support her in any way possible, filled my soul with an overwhelming sense of happiness, so much so I almost forgot why exactly I feared this for so long. Almost. A few concerns still lingered in the back of my mind. Moving in happened so randomly and haphazardly. I wouldn't blame anyone for questioning my judgment because the whole situation was absolutely insane. But through it all, I took solace in the fact that I was not alone. Sophia and I were in this together, ready to tackle the challenges that lay ahead.

I expected her nap to last longer, but she woke up and I was still not finished with dinner. Her shower bought me a few more minutes, and by the time she came out and sat with me, I was in the home stretch. When I inquired about her day, she described it as exhausting. Apparently, the change in season always caused an influx of patients, and they were short staffed, so she had to do three times the work.

I don't know if I was too into her story or what, but I definitely was not paying attention to my task. Suddenly, a huge flame shot up from the pan, and I ducked.

I thought about Maira and how quickly that situation escalated. My face was still pretty hot as I shielded myself, and I was afraid I had lost my eyebrows.

Sophia dashed to me.

"Luca! Are you okay? What happened?"

"Are my eyebrows okay??"

She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.

"Your eyebrows are intact, babe."

"Thank Watcher."

I turned back to the stove to continue cooking—more carefully that time.

"You know," she began,"...when you said I could get meal service, I thought that meant you could actually cook."

"My hand slipped!! I added a splash too much sauce. It's fine. You'll see."

"Mmm hmm."

She teased me about my cooking skills and fearing for her safety. We laughed and joked our way through completion, and it felt so good. It felt right, and I filed that moment away for when the doubt and fear reared its ugly head again.

As I placed the food on the table, I noticed I instinctively made a vegetarian meal. That's when it occurred to me I never asked if she had any dietary restrictions or concerns.

"I should have asked sooner, but is there anything you don't eat?"

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Thanks for asking. I'm lactose intolerant."

Great. I went from one restricted household to an equally restricted household. At least she ate meat. But no milk? That would be tricky.

The food had disappeared from our plates a while ago, but we were still sitting at the table, talking and laughing. I loved how we could discuss literally everything. True, there were still things we didn't know about each other, but we were past that initial getting to know you phase where every hang out turned into a game of Twenty Questions.

"I was just thinking about how you used to complain about your mom waking you up to cook breakfast," she said. "Look at you now!"

I think I blushed. I could only imagine what she must have thought of me in the early days of my young adult life.

"You remember that? You must have thought I was a spoiled brat or something."

"I may have rolled my eyes."

"I'm so glad I ran into you that day."

"Me too."

[artisticallyaroacecrickett]

right so I know there's only like four other people on here that have ever heard of this musical but my school's doing it in march and I'm just the slightest bit obsessed soooooo

The Mystery of Edwin Drood (musical) Incorrect Quotes!

Jasper: And I just want you for my own~ Rosa: Please leave me the fuck alone~ Alice Nutting: You know, I do love working here with the Music Hall Royale. We have a lot of laughs. Also Alice: FUCK OFF JANET. I'M NOT GOING TO YOUR FUCKING BABY SHOWER. (more under cut)

Crisparkle: All the festive decorations are up! There's only one thing left to hang! Everyone else, in complete unison: JASPER. Crisparkle: no.

Datchery: I've connected the dots. Killer: You didn't connect shit. Datchery: I've connected them. Jasper: I'll have you know that I have been a perfectly decent vocal instructor. Puffer: You fucked up a perfectly good kid is what you've done. Look at her, she's got anxiety! Bazzard: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems. Bazzard: Weight loss? Drink water. Bazzard: Clear skin? Drink water. Bazzard: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them. Puffer: Well, who the fuck- Chairman: LANGUAGE, ANGELA. Puffer: Ah, sorry Bill. Puffer: Whom the fuck- Chairman: When life get tough, I like to look at this photograph of all the actors that I keep in my pocket. Throttle: Aw, that's surprisingly swe- Chairman: It reminds me that if I can deal with those dumbasses on a daily basis, I can deal with anything. Throttle: There it is. Helena: That's ridiculous! Rosa doesn't have a crush on me. Neville: Yes she does. Puffer: Yes she does. Rosa: Yes I do. Helena: Two truths and a lie, I’ll start! Helena: I’ve killed someone, I'd do it again, and I'm not lactose intolerant. Drood, visibly nervous: I don’t- I don’t like this game. Rosa: Underestimate me. That'll be fun. Chairman: Janet, keep an eye on Alice today. She's going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Janet Conover: Sure, I'd love to see Alice getting punched. Chairman: Try again. Janet, sighing: I will try to stop Alice from getting punched. Drood, at the top of a ladder: I'm scared, Jack! Jasper, holding out his arms: Do you trust me, Ned? Drood: Yes! Drood: *hits the ground, hard* Jasper: Rule #1, never trust anybody.

Bazzard: My life isn't as glamourous as my wanted posters make it look.

Crisparkle: Impossible burger? Please. Crisparkle: Through Christ, all things are possible. Chairman: Alright, listen up you little shits. Chairman: Not you, Mr. Throttle. You're an angel and we're thrilled you're here. Clive Paget, with his leg stuck in a chair: Now, you may be asking, "How did you do this to yourself, Mr. Paget?" Clive: Well, kids, Mr. Paget hasn't got a damn clue either. Durdles: *Pulls a glass of wine from out of nowhere* Deputy: Where did you get that? Durdles: My pocket. Deputy: How do you keep of glass of wine in your pocket? Durdles: Skills. Jasper: Am I going too far? Rosa: No, no, no. You went too far about two years ago. Now you're going to prison.

[archivalofsins]

It's ultra funny because I try not to get too serious. However, I'm sure people believe I'm just rather opinionated and a downer, but I am trying to be better at letting stuff be. Because I recognize it's not that serious to people. However, I also understand that for some, it may be difficult to understand where people who consistently vote and want Amane innocent are coming from.

It isn't nice to have ones whole point boiled down to so you support cults. Yet, at the same time, I have to wonder if people realize how boiling it down to that sounds. Firstly, just because someone uses the buzzword cult to elicit a kneejerk response and delegitamize the religious beliefs of those different from them does not change that what the person they are referring to is actually practicing are their religious beliefs which I believe should generally be respected regardless of one's own personal feelings.

There are a lot of mainstream religions, if not all of them, that have been referred to as cults at one time or another. So, to me, this always comes off as someone genuinely asking,

"Oh, you support someone's right to follow and believe whatever religion they wish?" To which my response would be, "Yes, within reason."

Literally, the response to the previous statement should always be yes. Unless someone's beliefs are literally killing people, which is not a part of Amane's teachings or the rules she listed. Something illustrated well in Purge March, considering Amane punishes her mom for killing the cat, and Amane's mom punishes her for saving the cat.

One of the rules is basically do not interfere with the fate of other living things whether you are healing or killing and Amane breaks it while killing her mom by using the fact her mother broke this rule as an excuse to now punish her mom and relishes in doing so saying,

"You're sorry I don't care. Please go ahead and die already." - "Tis ordained, thou shall stay thine course, then perish."

One of the rules literally amounts to stay in your lane, and yet it was still interpreted as what exactly? Like how else was this interpreted, I'm not understanding. To me, this literally reads as "You will live your life and your life only then die". This is the rule I interpreted both Amane and her mom breaking by intervening with the life of the cat in different ways, which was not them "staying thine course". The life of the cat was neither theirs to save or end because its life is not their course.

Amane's belief amounts to setting boundaries in what she wishes to have done to her and around her. It is not her fault she's currently in an environment where she is consistently forced to engage with and be around people who do not respect her beliefs. Her whole point when boiled down amounts to going have Shidou stop doing this thing that makes me uncomfortable and is antithetical to my personal values in my vicinity.

Does Amane need to learn that everyone is entitled to their own beliefs and faith? Well, I could see how some could believe that, but personally, I don't think so. Because she literally came in here saying that if you do not judge her for her faith or what she has done, then she won't judge you. She has shown that she is capable of dealing with others living differently than she does, but she is more than willing to meet intolerance with intolerance.

Again, something that fits with that fourth rule, since we are not staying our course, I believe we are in a way giving Amane permission to leave hers and interfere with the courses of others. Just like she used the rule to excuse attacking her mother. For me seeing Amane's character be boiled down to her beliefs and her dedication to said beliefs ignores the fact that the people who fostered this environment of intolerance and hostility that she is reacting to was us through our previous verdict.

It's also just quite odd because, like, do people not understand what a slippery slope persecuting someone based on their beliefs alone is? Who decides what religions/beliefs are right and wrong? How do they judge which ones are wrong or right? What precedent does stating that judging someone off of that alone is okay set, and who can it harm/has harmed in the real world before?

Then even if I was afraid of Amane starting a cult when she literally only consistently speaks to one prisoner alone by choice, why would my adult response to that be to literally create a religious confrontation with a child? When I could simply be like, okay, those are your beliefs, and I accept them. However you have to do the same for others not everyone is going to agree with you and that's fine.

Not everyone follows your religious beliefs or subscribes to your teachings about medicine, and you can not force them to. Just as I can not force you to change your beliefs. Society should be built off of a mutual respect of people's cultures, religious practices, and boundaries. If one is unwilling to give that to someone else, they can not expect it to be given to them.

It's just that simple. In my opinion, and that's why even judging Amane for her beliefs alone wouldn't make me think she's guilty. Not because I support cults but simply because I'm not going to persecute someone solely due to the fact they have religious beliefs that differ from mine. Because I personally believe doing that is a slippery slope.

[starlite-sin]

More Kate HCs cause I hurt and I'm tired

Song associated with her: Cold (Dark Divine)

Brief warning: This section will include self harm, eating disorder talk, and suicide mentions. It'll be under the cut and there will be another warning but this is the first one.

-Rouge's unoffical daughter. She was uneasy about this at first but came to love it as Rouge's helped her with a lot of stuff she couldn't do on her own. She has called her "mom" on more than one occasion and Rogue loves it

-Aside from Nina, she absolutely cannot stand any of the other "The Killers" people. She finds them annoying and Jane seems too pretentious after she got her assassin job. She tolerates only a few other pastas but those two she outwardly despsies

-Has taught Sally to swear

-Perfers vaping to smoking. Her lungs hurt and she coughs up black stuff enough from Tim's cigarettes she doesn't need more.

-She has a sunset lamp that she can adjust the brightness of if for any reason someone else needs to get in her room

-Has a very bad cold intolerance and her room is so hot

-She fucked up her leg while in the mine and it still hurts. Sometimes as a punishment Slenderman will cause the pain to be so extreme so can't think and still make her do manual labor

-Has 0 patience for parents. She's seen what their negelct has done to everyone and she has a hit list

-Her room is trashed cause she doesn't have the energy to clean most of the time

Another warning for the self harm, eating disorder, and suicide mention under the cut

-Has an unnaturally high standard for herself as the first real proxy and if she can't get that she'll punish herself in anyway

-When she gets so distressed she'll effectively flashbang herself as a punishment. This isn't directly under the slenderman but she'll feel like a failure and a disgrace so she does it. If the other proxies see her main light on they'll know what's up and go to calm her down

-She's not allowed to go near the cliff edges or the mine by herself. First time it happened they almost couldn't bring her back. Sometimes after that night the others will go into her room to check on her if she's been acting off

-She'll switch between binge eating and starving herself and doesn't really have a good relationship with food. Binging cause of the lack of food from the mine and starving if she feels she didn't earn food. Her weight fluctuates heavily cause of this and she's gained a bit since leaving.

-She once saw her stomach after the weight gain and didn't eat for the rest of the week until she passed out due to the blood sugar crash (did this happen to me and am I just projecting? You have no proof)

-When she's alone in the house sometimes she just...screams. Screams and break things and curses slenderman and herself and the others for making her like this