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pixelfont52 · 4 months ago
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saeclipse · 1 month ago
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ੈ✩‧₊˚: ̗̀ ➛ alexis ness x gn reader
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alexis ness gets injured from soccer. kaiser taking him home, he spends the day under your care
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𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 fill the room, the soccer player has yet to get comfortable on his couch. His right leg propped up after suffering a terrible injury. Kaiser just stands there, staring at his misery, bouncing his leg up and down impatiently.
“When are they gonna come?” The blue haired man asked, “Waiting all day isn’t exactly my specialty, Alexis.”
The shorter man quickly comes to your defense. Forgetting his injury, he abruptly gets up, but he then almost screams in pain with the stress on his knee. Keys then fiddle with the door outside, prompting Kaiser to dash to the location. You sprint pass the tall man to get to (your favorite) German. Kneeling in front of the couch, you examine his knee with concern.
“Are you okay? I heard a noise from outside.” You question your lover.
He grunts for a moment but responds with that sweet voice of his, “Of course, meine hübsche.” (my pretty)
You give a small chuckle as you stare at his leg more intently, using your experience as a nurse to tend to your boyfriend. You ask the normal questions; did you take your medicine, how’s the pain 1-10, etc. After caring for your partner, you notice a tall figure still standing in front of the door.
“This is disgusting, I’m leaving.” Is all Kaiser said before he makes his departure. You have no idea how your angel of a boyfriend ever even liked that demon. Not trying to toot your own horn here but… you like to say you take much better care of him than Kaiser ever will.
“You okay, beautiful?” Ness asked, it only melts your heart more. This guy could literally beat up a person and you would just stare with big red hearts as eyes, it was so cartoonish your love for him. What was even more silly was his love for you. He would turn the world upside down, left and right, and end it if you gave him the word. It truly came out of a fairytale – his everlasting love for you. Some called it like a dog and master, but it was much more. If it truly was dog and master, you would be the unconditional loving dog who worshiped Ness, you would do just as crazy a thing for him just as he would for you. It was a mutual insane obsession, some might call it unhealthy, you guys called it love.
You only smile at him and give a chaste kiss to his cute forehead, making sure to get straight in the middle. You travel over to your kitchen – one that you rarely used when Ness is over as he always suggested going on a date to a fancy restaurant, but now here you are making your best to imitate the cuisine from his favorite German restaurant. If Ness was gonna spend the next couple weeks on your couch, isolated from the world, he was gonna get the best food he got since his birth.
You sang delightfully in tune with the song, Chemtrails Over the Country Club by Lana del Rey played on the speaker. Cooking some meat, Ness layed there, staring at the most ethereal person attempt to cook him a five star meal (you would fail but he wouldn’t tell you). God he wish he could capture this moment on his camera so he could keep a physical copy, but he supposes a phone will do.
After eating a sweet treat for dessert (which ended up being ice cream because somehow you fucked up the original dessert). You hold Ness on your shoulder, traveling to your room so you have easier access to him in the middle of the night. Unsurprisingly being extremely heavy, it takes a while before you settle your boyfriend on the bed.
“Wait here, I have to get the kit.” You state before heading to the restroom. It only takes a few seconds but you come back with gauze and other materials to rebandage the injury. No words are said as you focus on his knee, with the silence saying everything that's needed. Ness once again oogles at your focused state, making him question if he should visit you at work more often. Phantom hearts fill his eyes, thoughts of you caring for him, this time with a ring on your finger flood his mind. He wonders if he should start getting injured more – but then you would have to worry more and he doesn’t want that. However, seeing you here, with the soft orange light from the lamp capturing your features beautifully. He feels like home here, maybe he will move in with you next month. After all, no house is a home without your presence to warm it.
Putting the kit back, you come back to bed with pajamas. You guys set your TV on a show, and although you don’t particularly find it entertaining, hearing Ness laugh next to you is a more than good enough reason to keep it running.
And when the lights go off, when it’s just you two in the dark in your bed – that's when most of the memories happen, the talks, the jokes, the moments of adoration of the other, where one could stare at the other’s resting figure and recollect the day. Where you two laugh at Ness’s new lockscreen of you cooking peacefully in the kitchen.
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o-sachi · 6 months ago
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Cowboy, Pirate, or Samurai? pt. 2 ₊⊹ Blue Lock Chars.
ଳ how the blue lock boys respond to, “would you rather be a cowboy, pirate, or samurai?”
ଳ characters; rin itoshi, sae itoshi, shidou ryusei, michael kaiser, alexis ness, hiyori yo, kiyora jin
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ᯓ Rin Itoshi - Samurai
He'd find the question a bit stupid because is his answer not obvious? "Too noisy," he'd say about the pirate and the cowboy. Rin's more of a lone wolf—moving in silence and always planning his next move. I don't see him choosing anything else aside from the samurai. Also, I have a feeling he's not too fond of water, especially the wide and deep waters of the seas that pirates have to traverse. He looks like the type to have motion sickness, but he's too prideful to admit it.
ᯓ Sae Itoshi - Pirate
Have you seen that one official art? I mean... I think Sae has the qualities to be the leader of a ship. Our idea of that has probably been influenced by Jack Sparrow or Luffy—both having loud and vibrant personalities. But even though Sae is more of the silent and brooding type, he has the potential to be a good leader if he wanted to. Canonically, he is also a strategist which is something very useful to commandeer a ship. And as we can see in the main story, it's easy for him to get people to follow him purely through his reputation and skill.
ᯓ Shidou Ryusei - Pirate
Unlike Sae, Shidou will probably choose pirate entirely due to Jack Sparrow. He has seen the Pirates of the Caribbean once and vaguely remembers thinking, "He just like me for real," about Captain Jack Sparrow. So upon asking this question to him, the eccentric pirate was the first thing to come to mind. Oh and if he hears Sae's answer then he's just likely to copy him regardless of what he might initially thought.
ᯓ Michael Kaiser - Cowboy
Out of the three choices, cowboys seem to be the ones that are cherished by their people. They're viewed as the hard working heroes—fighting off thieves or whatnot in exchange for little to nothing at all. Kaiser probably imagines what it would be like to be needed by the people—to be loved by them. He might not be too interested in the whole saving-the-public part of being a cowboy, but he can't pass up the opportunity to be revered as the hero of the people. I love you, Kaiser :((
ᯓ Alexis Ness - Pirate
He'd grumble when asked about the question. "Why are you only giving me lame choices?" he'd retort. Obviously, he'd rather be a wizard. What's the point if you can't do the unthinkable? But he digresses. Pirates aren't magical in any sense, but they're the closest to doing the impossible. They travel far and wide over dangerous seas, collect treasures, and plunder other pirates' bounty. Plus, their bodies are built different to adapt to the tumultuous waters. When you put it like that, pirates seem to be in a different realm compared to the cowboy or the samurai. Even after that tangent, however—he'll still make it clear that he's choosing wizard.
ᯓ Hiyori Yo - Cowboy
"Cowboys have pistols, right?" Well, he's sold. It hardly matters that samurais have katanas or that pirates have literal canons—Hiyori thinks those aren't practical at all. Besides, we can't really blame him for being largely influenced by the shooting games that he plays back at home. He's quite confident that he'd win in every standoff he'd find himself in. Sure, he has never tried it in real life, but if he's hitting no-scopes in game then it should be the same thing, right?
ᯓ Kiyora Jin - Samurai
He probably doesn't really care for being a pirate or a samurai—like he doesn't see anything appealing about it. With that being said, does his replica katana collection and extensive knowledge of the Shinsengumi entice you? Well, it should. I dunno... but Kiyora seems like the guy that's super into swords for no other reason besides he thinks that they are "rad." He has definitely played sword fighting with his siblings when they were younger. He may or may not have pretended to be Okita Souji when he was a young lad.
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[🐟]: Should I do the other characters?
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inkdrinkerworld · 1 year ago
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could you write a blurb where autistic!reader is having a non-verbal day and miguel stops peter b from asking her a lot of questions and stuff because she can't respond? thank you <33
miguel’s not sure what brought on the non-verbal-ness this morning.
you’d woken up like usual- just minus the talking. “fue un malsueño?” he asked, hand stroking your face as he waits for an answer.
it’s happened often enough that it could be a reason- he remembers the nights where you’d woken up gasping with tears rolling down your face and you unable to say anything until a couple days after.
you shake your head ‘no’ making him even more worried.
instead of trying to force you to speak, miguel kisses your forehead; “you can stay here today if you want,”
you don’t want that either so you go to HQ with him. there’s not much for you to do, so you spend the day trying to come up with ways to incorporate some new alterations in your suit.
the silence in miguel’s office doesn’t last long when peter b and mayhem come in.
“hey kid, stuck working with this one?” his thumb jerks to miguel and usually you’d indulge in teasing your boyfriend but you can’t even manage a smile- not even when mayhem reaches for you with a gummy smile.
peter steam rolls on, not even realizing your silence.
“what you up to?” he asks, sitting on the desk much to miguel’s displeasure.
“work,” miguel answers gruffly and you nod, showing your work to peter.
“oh sick, you should design something like lyla for your suit, so you get readings of vitals and stuff while you’re fighting.” you jot down the idea.
peter frowns when you don’t say anything and turns to miguel.
“did you do something?”
miguel scoffs, “has it ever crossed your mind that she doesn’t want to speak to you?”
peter rolls his eyes, “we were friends before you came along, grumpy pants.”
miguel closes his eyes and mutters what you assume is a prayer, “really? if you were, you’d know she’s non-verbal right now.”
it’s comical, the way you and miguel notice the lightbulb that turns on over peter’s head.
“shit, i’m sorry kid,” he ruffles your hair, “sorry.” he says again and you nod once, reaching out to tickle mayhem’s chin.
“now get lost, peter. i already fixed whatever it is you’re in here to complain about,” as peter walks out, miguel says, “there’s a sucker dispenser for the kid.”
when peter’s gone he turns to you, “doing okay?” you squeeze his fingers and point to your side of the desk.
‘does it have boba?’ it reads and miguel laughs.
“i’ll go check,” he kisses your forehead again, “you can leave if you want, just send me a message.”
you don’t leave, miguel comes back in his office with a comically large cup of boba and two yoghurt bars.
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lulunothulu · 5 months ago
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“A Bullseye to the Heart” (Ch. 4)
Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Latina Reader
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Blurb: Jake drives you to his house, and you're surprised by his gentlemanly-ness. You end your first night at his home (kinda) embarrassing yourself.
Contents: the fluffiest fluff, just Jake and Reader being flirty and kinda fighting, bad writing lol
Word Count: 1,330
I'm sorry this one is short, I'll make it up to you guys in the next chapter!
Chapter 4
Jake drove you to his house in silence, your words echoed in his mind.
“Don’t fall for me and don’t deny you aren’t because I feel it. Trust me, you don’t want to be with me.”
All he could think of was how hard and fast he was falling for you. He didn’t mean to, he’d never fallen for someone. Sure there have been a few women he could’ve fallen for but they never felt right. From the moment you walked up to the group with those eyes, he knew he was a lost cause. From the time he held you in his arms, stopping you from getting close to Nick and the commotion he knew. Not only was he instantly struck by you, but you were the first woman to intrigue him in such a way that he had to research you; to see what made you upset, what made you happy.
Every time he glances over at you, you’d quickly turn your head away from him and look out the window of his truck. Jake smiles to himself, the knowledge that you keep looking over at him makes his chest fill with pride. 
When he finally pulls into his driveway in his gated community, you send Phoenix and Rooster a text that you’ve made it before undoing your seat belt and moving to hop out of Jake’s car. 
“What’re you doing?” he asks.
“Getting out of the car,” you respond.
“I’ll get the door,” he says, quickly climbing out of the truck and jogging to your side. When he opens the door, he flashes you a cheeky grin and extends his hand toward you. “My lady.”
“I am not your lady,” you spit but take his hand anyway because why not?
Instant flickers of lust run through your fingertips and up your arm, sending them down your spine. You flick your eyes toward Jake to see him already staring down at you, green eyes searching your own in longing. 
You pull away and clear your throat before saying, “I’ll just grab my bag.”
“No need,” Jake drawls, opening the back door and tossing your bag over his shoulder with expert precision. “I’ve got it too.”
“Didn’t think you’d be such a gentleman,” you half tease. 
“Sweetheart, I was raised to treat women with respect. My man-whore ways won’t change that.”
“So you’re a man-whore?” you ask.
Jake’s cheeks turn a light shade of red before he shakes his head with a smile on his lips. “You’re too smart for your own good.”
Gesturing to follow him, Jake adds, “Come on, let’s get you to bed. You must be emotionally exhausted.”
You hated to admit it, but you were exhausted. You reluctantly follow him toward the house and smile up at the Texas flag hanging outside. “You must be a very proud Texan.”
Jake flashes you a cocky grin over his shoulder before drawling, “Of course I am. I’m Texas born and raised.”
“So your family is still there?”
“Yes, why are you asking so many questions?” he asks, opening the front door and allowing you in first. 
“Just trying to get to know the person I’ll be living with for a bit,” you shrug. As you look around, you can’t help but notice how bare the walls in the house are. Nothing but white paint and an occasional window. “That’s a lot of white walls.”
“I like my house to be simple,” he shrugs. “Plus I probably won’t be here too long so I don’t want to deal with having to paint and fill holes.”
He walks you to the kitchen before putting your bag on the island. “So this is the kitchen. Over that way,” he points to the room on your left, “is the living room and dinning room. Our rooms are over on this side, they both have their own bathroom so you won’t have to share with me.”
You look over his shoulder where he was pointing and nod your head. 
“I know you left your car at Hard deck, so I’m having Coyote and Bob bring it tomorrow morning before we have to head in for PT,” he tells you, grabbing a glass of water and filling it with water from the fridge. He takes a sip, watching as you look around the kitchen and then land on the fridge behind him. “If you’re hungry, you can help yourself to anything. There’s no cow milk but there is almond milk.”
“Are you lactose intolerant?” you ask, biting down a smirk. 
“I am,” Jake smiles. He sets his glass down before grabbing your bag again and walking toward the rooms. “Follow me, I’ll show you where you’re staying.”
You follow him into the hall and notice there’s actually three bedrooms. 
“Door on your left is my room and you’re right across from me,” he says. “The door at the end of the hall is an office.”
Office, that makes sense.
“Um, thank you,” you mutter. You make a move to grab your bag from his hands but he instead walks into your room and sets it down on the queen bed. There’s a night stand by the bed and a drawer across from the bed. 
“I’ll leave you to it,” he says. “Holler if you need anything.”
Before he leaves the room, you grab his hand, surprising not only yourself, but Jake as well. “Thank you, Jake. I really do appreciate what you’re doing for me.”
Jake shrugs before smiling down at you and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’d do it for anyone.”
Later that night, you’re tossing and turning. You’ve been up for hours and have been trying to fall sleep. Every time you’d feel yourself fall asleep, you’d start thinking of Nick finding you at Jake’s house and then get paranoid. Then, when you finally did fall asleep, you were riddled with memories of when you were missing. 
The dream was always the same. The man who took you standing over your bloodied body and smiling from ear to ear, a bloodied knife in his hand. Then, it would cut to you hanging from your hands being whipped and finally, when you were left for dead in the patch of grass.
You look at the time on your phone and read, 4:33 AM. So instead of just staying in bed, you get up and begin to walk into the kitchen to get a glass of milk. 
Maybe some warm milk would help.
You walk into the kitchen begin warming the milk when you start to look through the cupboards for some Nesquik. 
“Surely this guy has to have some coco powder,” you whisper to yourself. 
Opening the pantry in the corner of the kitchen, you find a huge tub of chocolate powder and almost laugh at the absurdity. 
It was almost the size of a box of cereal. 
The microwave goes off, making you turn in time to see Jake standing in the doorway with a little smirk on his face. 
“What’re you doing?” he asks.
“Making myself chocolate milk,” you say, hugging the tub close to your chest. “Why are you up so early?”
“Bob and Coyote came to drop off your car,” he tells you. “And I have PT.”
When you step out into the, now lit, kitchen, you see he’s wearing the navy blue PT shorts and jacket. He looked really good in them, which was weird because every always looks dorky. But for some reason, Jake looked good.
“Well, I’ll probably see you in an hour or so,” he says, looking you up and down. He’s halfway out the kitchen when he calls out, “Nice pjs, you should wear that out!”
You look down and nearly slap your forehead. 
You were wearing nothing but a pair of bright pink panties and an oversized Star Wars shirt that may or may not have been see-through. 
What a great first day of living with Jake.
Next part here!!
tags: @lonelysoul50 @akilatwt @russopalette @emma8895eb @djs8891
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azrielslightintheshadows · 1 year ago
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Successful Wedding (Failed proposal part 2)
Azriel x f!Reader
Part 2 of Failed proposal
Warnings; angry Nesta, swearing
Masterlist.
You asked for a part 2! Hope you enjoy it!
Clear night sky, a warm breeze and the city of starlight. You thanked the Mother for the weather and sat in front of the mirror dressed in a grey robe. You were currently in the River house getting ready for your wedding.
“No!” Nesta shouted “I told you to put stardust on the roses.” Silence “I don’t care go find some”.
She entered your room with a huff, and you glanced at Mor’s reflection who was doing your hair. Both of you started biting your cheeks to suppress the giggles.
“Those idiots!” she exclaimed.
“Calm down Ness, I don’t care about stardust. As long as Azriel and all of you are there the wedding will be perfect” you smiled.
“No! You didn’t get to enjoy the mating ceremony or the days after it and, we destroyed the proposal. This wedding will be perfect!” She huffed.
“Okay get out you will make the bride nervous” Mor waived goodbye at Nesta but sighed when Feyre burst in.
“Nesta I need you to terrorize Cassian, he is trying to steady the arch and he is destroying it.” “I’ll fucking kill him. Who let him out of the cell?” She growled and you flinched.
Poor Cassian. You thought.
“He started whining about not seeing his brother getting married and about how the thought broke his heart and Azriel fell for it.” Feyre explained and offered a tight smile.
“Illyrian idiots” Nesta mumbled before marching out. “50 bucks Cassian won’t be at the wedding” Mor shouted.
“Make that 100” Feyre responded and followed her eldest sister.
“Mor… do you think that everything will be okay? I fear that something is going to ruin the wedding too and I don’t mean the arch or the flowers… something bigger.” You sighed and stared at your friend.
“Oh sweetie no, everything will be fine. We will have the time of our lives.” She smiled reassuringly.
“I hope so” you mumbled and stared at your reflection.
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“Call your shadows back” Rhysand scolded “Let the girls handle everything, you and y/n need to relax. It’s your day afterall.”
“I just want everything to be perfect” Azriel sighed and paced in his room.
“Don’t worry brother, Nesta can handle everything” Rhys smirked.
“That’s what worries me” Azriel frowned “She might actually kill someone and ruin the decoration with the blood.”
Both of them started laughing and Azriel felt calmer.
“No no Ness I’m sorry” Cassian’s voice boomed through the halls making them furrow their eyebrows. The door slammed open and Nesta walked in dragging Cassian by his ear.
“Lock him somewhere, put a leash on him I don’t care but if I find him again in the garden touching the decorations, I will take y/n and leave.” She stomped her foot to make a point and left with a huff. Both males stared at their brother with quirked brows.
“I’m sorry I just wanted to make sure that the arch wouldn’t drop on your heads” Cassian said sheepishly.
“Don’t make me lock you in the cell” Azriel growled and picked his suit.
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“Time for the dress” Mor exclaimed after putting the silver circlet on your head and setting the crescent moon between your brows. It was the same color as Azriel’s siphons, and you smiled before slowly caressing it with your finger.
Mor helped you into the dress and you stared your reflection in awe.
It was a white ball gown silhouette dress with small crystals that made you look like you were floating around the stars. It had a deep V neckline that showed off your tattoos and highlighted your breasts.
“It’s perfect” you gasped.
“You are perfect” Mor smiled, and you heard two more gasps.
Feyre and Nesta were standing under the door frame wide-eyed.
“You look amazing” Nesta wiped a tear while Feyre nodded with her jaw dropped.
“Thank you” you smiled.
You took a deep breath and let the girls lead you downstairs where some priestess waited and started chanting the moment they saw you. Your friends sent you kisses and hurried off outside to take their seats.
You walked in the middle of the four priestesses and started walking outside, their chanting got louder as you moved closer to your mate. Azriel was dressed in a black suit looking more handsome than ever, the first two buttons of his shirt were undone showing off his toned torso. He looked like he was created by the night and stars, and you blushed at the thought of taking off his suit.
The shadowsinger scanned your silhouette and his breath hitched. You could see a rosy shade appearing on his cheeks and his shadows darted to you, slithering around your dress and caressing your cheek. Once you approached your mate Nyx stumbled between the two of you offering to you your wedding bouquet. You giggled at the sight of the little bat dressed in a suit and crouched taking the bouquet and leaving a soft kiss on his cheek. He smiled shyly and ran back to his mom shout-whispering “I did it!”.
Azriel chuckled at the little boy and stretched his arm to you.
“You look mesmerizing” he smiled softly and kissed the back of your palm. “Likewise” you muttered coyly, and his smile grew.
Gwyn grinned and started chanting, her eyes turning white and her voice louder at each prayer.
“Cauldron strengthen this union, Mother bless their love. Bless them with happiness and fortune. Bless their bed and future seed. May all the gods be by their side new and forgotten.” She finished the prayers and picked the wedding bands giving one to Azriel and one to you.
“I vow to always love you, protect you and honor you. I vow to be gentle and understanding and make your days lighter till death do us apart.” Azriel spoke and placed the ring on your finger.
“I vow to be by your side in sickness and in health, to love and cherish you. I vow to be the light in your darkness and protect you from any harm till death do us apart.” You said and placed the ring on his finger. “Mother bless you” Gwyn shouted, and all your friends started whistling and clapping.
Azriel cupped your jaw and leaned in capturing your lips with his own and wrapping his arms around your waist. “I love you angel” he breathed into the kiss.
“I love you hubby” you giggled making him chuckle too.
You walked to your friends with huge smiles on your faces. “I heard that in mortal lands you throw the bouquet and the female who catches it is the next in line?” you quirked a brow and Feyre nodded. “Oh okay. Nesta catch” you shouted and threw the bouquet at her. She caught it and stared at you wide-eyed, Cassian poked her waist, and she spun around noticing her mate on one knee.
You couldn’t hear what he said to her but suddenly she burst into tears and hugged him tightly shouting yes again and again. Cassian gave her the ring and they both smiled at you thankfully. “Congratulations” you cheered.
You spent the rest of the night drinking and dancing with your friends. At some point you were all so drunk that you ran around the streets of Velaris singing and dancing and enjoying the cheers of the passing by faeries once they noticed your wedding dress.
Azriel grabbed you by the waist once you reached the main square and pressed you against his body. “My wife” he mumbled and kissed you passionately while your friends danced around you.
“Our perfect wedding” you whispered and let the happy tears escape.
I think you needed this after Scattered vows :)
Dedicated to the people who asked for part 2;
@mulansaucey , @natashachelsea
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wannaeatramyeon · 2 years ago
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The Yakuza daughter! S/o x Gun basically made me fangirl as I imagine them being a power couple lol. I now wonder if you got part 2 in that like Goo just discover Gun ring on his hand and a photo of his fiancée/wife in his photo (I just imagine that he took a photo of s/o in a lingerie lol)
Ughhhh Sam, this idea is too fun. Here's a much much quicker follow up with a lot less Yakuza-ness (sorry 🙇🏻‍♀️).
Gun Park x Reader: After I do (feat Goo)
Goo finds out. Follow up to 'I do' fic here
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"How was Japan?"
Goo watches Gun washing the blood from his hands. Something about Gun has changed. He seems... different. Goo couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was Japan. Maybe it's the guy just being a freakshow as per usual.
Gun side-eyes him. The response is clipped, short, singular.
"Fine."
"Not like you to take an extended leave."
"..."
The lack of answer doesn't deter Goo, all too used to his partner's silence. "Business or personal?"
"..."
"Anything I should worry about?"
"..."
"Are you planning anything?"
"..."
"Did you pick up my Sanrio-"
Gun thrusts his hands in the dryer, the blasts of air drowning out Goo's incessant questioning. Unfortunately, this doesn't last long enough. Nothing ever does once the blonde's curiousity is piqued.
As soon as the whirring stops, Goo opens his mouth once again and Gun finally responds. "No, no and no. Shut up."
Hmph. Looks like Goo won't get anything else from this asshole. With a glint in his eye, he asks his final question, "You owe me for covering your duties. Was Crystal always this annoying?"
Gun reluctantly smiles. "Yes."
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"What does our big bad boss want?"
Gun scans his phone. The message from just moments ago wasn't anything of significance to their mission. Although. The selfie of you in a seductive pose and risque underwear might be a distraction.
He appreciates it for a beat longer then locks the device. "It's not our boss."
That's the end of that conversation. Or so he thought.
"Huh?" Goo's eyes dart over to him with increasing frequency and the car starts to swerve.
Gun will not die by his hand because this fucking maniac can't keep his eyes on the road. Begrudgingly, he elaborates, "It's personal."
The blonde's eyes bulge out at this admission, "During work hours? Who wants to text a mean bastard like you?"
For fuck's sake. Can't this fucking idiot ever mind his own business.
Goo continues, "Who the hell would even want to be friends with you? I hope you're not plotting anything against me..." A malicious snicker, "Or are you dating? You should introduce me to them, they must be a firecracker!"
Gun tunes out his partner, a skill he has long mastered.
But when his phone buzzes for the third time in as many minutes, with you no doubt sending yet another racy image, Gun has to physically restrain himself from looking (and internally curses you for your poor timing).
Goo tries to swipe at the phone. "Hey, let me text back!"
Gun moves it effortlessly out of arm's reach. "If you're not going to keep those eyes on the road, then I can just pluck them from your head."
"You're no fun." Goo pouts, narrowly missing driving into a ravine.
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"Oppa~ do you want a bite of this sushi?"
"No."
"Are you sure? It's really delicious!"
"..."
"Just a little taste!"
"Come near me again, I'll jam the sushi and the chopsticks down your throat."
"Ahhh~! Goo, your friend is so mean!"
What the fuck? Gun seems to be in an even more sour mood than usual. The last time the both of them were at this Gangnam bar, Gun had no issues with the women. Someone to warm his bed for the night, he had figured.
This evening though? He didn't even bat an eyelid in their direction.
"Gun! You can at least be nice to these sweethearts!" Goo snaps.
"No." Gun replies simply, getting up to leave.
What a fucking weirdo, Goo thinks. Oh well, more sushi for me.
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"Since when did you wear jewellery?"
Goo snatches Gun's left hand, pulling it up to his face and holding it so close he is cross-eyed behind his glasses.
He absolutely has not seen this before, his brows furrow at this very odd addition. A plain, silver-coloured ring wrapped around the fourth finger.
Yanking his hand back, Gun responds. "Since I want to."
"A plain ring? On that finger?" Goo trails after him as he strides off, "You know what that means right? Wait..."
Goo completely stops in his tracks, "A couple band? Engagement? Are you...?"
Gun completely ignores him, increasing the distance between them.
No fucking way, right? The simple band on his hand is definitely something, but-
There's just-
No. fucking. way.
Who the fuck would be able to put up with Gun Park?
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"Who's that?" Goo peers at the picture of the smokeshow on Gun's phone, catching a glimpse just before he tucks it into his pocket.
Having that image is certainly... a choice. Who is she though? A new k-pop idol? Gun doesn't seem like the type that would have an image of an idol or a celebrity as their background.
"My wife."
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
"Focus." Gun commands, as a gang of men come at them with knives and baseball bats.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Goo repeats, ducking to avoid a slash.
"I said, focus." Gun easily tanks a couple hits before returning some of his own.
"WHAT THE-" Goo's words are cut short as some thug takes advantage of his diverted attention and knocks his glasses off.
"FUCK- Fine." Goo elbows the guy in the solar plexus then easily plucks the baseball bat from his now slack grip. "Let me just borrow this~"
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"You must be Goo Kim!"
Turning on the hostess charm, you note how Goo has to almost literally pick his jaw off the floor with your entrance.
Gun leans against the doorframe, observing with quiet smugness at the reaction. You had dropped in at the HNH offices to join Gun for lunch. Usually he would pick a better time and place but the level of questioning from Goo had already surpassed absurd levels ever since he found out Gun was married.
The last few weeks had been hell.
"When did you get married?! You didn't invite me to the wedding? I wasn't your best man? Tell me, who was it! I'll beat them up! When can I meet your bride? Or are you scared I'll charm her away?"
And Gun had promised you a partnership of equals. With your short time in South Korea, you had more than enough proved your usefulness and loyalty. It's about time he cuts you in on the Crew business.
He surmises this is a way to kill two birds with one stone.
You're Gun's wife? This absolute knockout? With him? That fucking boring asshole?
Goo would have thought this is Gun's twisted idea of a prank if he hadn't found out that the guy barely had a sense of humour a long time ago. That time had almost ended in stitches for Goo.
"Mrs. Park!" He gives you a theatrical bow, "I've been so looking forward to working with you!"
"Just call me Y/N," you giggle.
Goo takes your hand, pressing a loud smooch to the top of it. Gun's entire body tenses at the contact. This does not go unnoticed by you.
You retract your hand back, subtly wiping the kiss away, "I can't wait to get stuck into all the details."
"Of course, Y/N!"
"There won't be any trouble from you, right, Goo?"
"Princess, don't you trust me?"
You look Goo dead in the eye, seeing through the fake hurt on his face and dropping your own act.
"No. And," you grab onto his crotch, digging in your nails as Goo yelps, "If there is even a whiff of anything amiss then I'm coming after your balls." Your grip tightens as he tries without success to push you off, "Got it?"
"ACK!! Fuck! Got it, got it!"
You release him, relishing at his squeal.
"If you've broken anything," Goo scowls, struggling to stand and cradling himself tenderly. "Ugh, you two are fucking made for each other. Psychos."
Gun arrives at your side with a smirk, he guides you by the small of your back, leading you out.
"Not bad," he murmurs into your ear, "You were wasted in Japan."
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eueuphoriaz · 7 months ago
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Arguing like Levihan an old couple.
I know we have been robbed of this scene in the anime.
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But, the anime changes make Levihan more interesting to decipher and enjoy.
Ok. I am not sure if this is a cultural thing. For Asian, sometimes when parents are in disagreement, they sometimes utilise a third party to communicate to the other person. More often times, the children play that role. So, if mummy wants to tell something to daddy, mummy will say that to the child instead. Much like using insinuation but not in a bad way.
Here, we have our dear Eren, playing that role, while Levi and Hange fight out their unspoken war.
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Round 1 - Hange attacks
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The very first line we hear after the scene cuts from the military court, is Hange complaining about Levi.
Now, of course Hange knows it hurts a lot, cos look at Mikasa's and her expression when Levi was kicking Eren.
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Hange knows the purpose and the need for Eren to go through the pain. She also knows that Levi doesnt kick Eren out of pure violence, unlike Mikasa. But she had purposely implicated Levi after the trial, probably to show that she is on Eren's side (she did get interested in him immediately after this). I mean, she could have explained the rationale of Levi's actions to Eren to comfort him, seeing that Eren was traumatised, instead of agreeing and complaining that Levi had been mean.
So, I am thinking that Hange really think that Levi had taken it too far. But unlike in the manga where she confronts him directly, she decided to form an alliance with Eren and complain about Levi's mean-ness. She made her point to Levi indirectly via her conversation with Eren.
Erwin's move
After Hange fired her first attack, uncle Erwin recognises that the couple is going on a war on their own, so he quickly abstain himself by explaining the rationale to Eren, hoping to comfort him.
He did not want to get caught in their battle. Same like Miche. He had wisely maintained silence from the start.
Levi's defence
So, there is no one to help Levi against Hange's unhappiness. It was a personal grudge between those 2 anyway. So Levi made his move. Since Hange attacked via her conversation with Eren, Levi defended himself with Eren too.
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So, Eren allowed himself to get caught by the 2. Levi won because he gave an indirect answer to Hange, that Eren did not hate him, or didnt mind his actions, which means it doesnt matter if he had gone too far.
Hange recognised that she had lost, had no choice but to address her unhappiness and providing evidences to Levi directly now.
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Levi, seeing that she is not using Eren as a vessel to talk to him, responded back directly to her too.
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Round 1 - Levi won for getting Hange's attention back to him
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Round 2 - Levi's counter-attack
So, they started their own dialogue and Hange went into her curiousity mode. Levi decided to attack Hange, by throwing shades at her titan obssession, again indirectly by addressing Eren.
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Hange knew better to engage him, stood her ground and continued to assert her curiousity of Eren, which eventually allowed them to discover that Shifters can regenerate in human form.
Round 2 - Hange won for Humanity
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In the manga, Levi's words actually can be interpreted as "having a broken tooth is always better than getting dissected". But the anime adapted it such that Levi and Hange had their own conversation/ dialogue, and how the two of them banter around each other's weirdness.
Quite cute actually.
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theres-a-body-here · 1 year ago
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Ghostface with Creep!reader Part 2
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Ever since you and Danny made your little movie, it went without saying that you two were now a couple
And he's pretty clingy
Like a cat
In between trials he lays his head on your lap at the campfire
Like he owns it
Arms behind his head along with a loud content sigh
He glances to make sure the other killers are watching
"Babe, you're sooooo comfy"
The others either roll their eyes or groan
He chuckles and then rolls over to press his face into your stomach
"Mhhhmmhhmmmhhh"
You let him move into your realm since he never had one
(Think Haddonfield but sunny)
You give him the tour
"And this is where I filmed Jenny's death. She screamed a lot"
"That's hot babe" camera flash
You show him your home
Or at least the Entity's recreation of it
He looks around as you stand proud
There's a long pause
Silence fills the air
"Hey wolfie......your home blows ass"
You slump
siggghhhhh "I know"
Danny helps you spruce up the place while you're at a trial
"Trust me babe, I know what I'm doing. I once killed a interior home designer"
Returning from your trial, you step into the realm once more and enter your "home," the place where Danny had undertaken the task of redecorating. As you take in the changes, you're surprised to find that he's actually done a good job. Furniture has been shifted around to create a more balanced layout, and paintings adorn the walls, adding a touch of life to the otherwise eerie space. You notice it's some of Carmina's work.
You can't help but wonder if he "borrowed" the artwork, considering his........Danny-ness
However, your gaze lands on something that doesn't quite fit the rest of the decorations. A wall adorned with Polaroids depicting his past murder victims catches your attention. It's a stark contrast to the rest of the aesthetic changes he's made.
"Damn it, Danny, the composition is all wrong," you mutter with a hint of frustration, your annoyance stemming from his lack of attention to aesthetics. The Polaroids are haphazardly nailed to the wall, without any discernible pattern or arrangement.
Beside you, Danny simply shrugs and looks at you with an impish grin.
"Well, can't please everyone, can I? Besides, I thought it'd be a fun way to show off my... accomplishments," he responds with his characteristic smugness, his tone unapologetic.
Rolling your eyes at Danny's response, you can't help but mutter a teasing insult under your breath. "Moron," you scoff, your words laced with affectionate amusement.
You both go on stalking dates
Meaning you sneak around the survivor camp and record them from afar
You both giggle like schoolgirls when you throw a pebble at Dwight's head
The nervous wreck of a leader is so confused as he darts his head around
You record everything on your camcorder
"Wolfie, lemme try. Record this"
"Okay, ready"
You focus your viewfinder on Dwight, expecting another pebble
Something suddenly pierces Dwight's neck at full speed
It makes a squelching sound and then a crack as it hits bone
Dwight falls dead
Danny deadass threw his knife at Dwight
The survivor camp erupts into chaos
Danny grabs your hand as you two hightail it out of there
You're both laughing like hyenas
The Entity makes you both walk Demogorgon around the entire realm as punishment
For a whole week
Well at least you're together
As you and Danny navigate the Yamaoka estate, you hold the leash that's tethered to the Demogorgon. The creature's towering form is a stark contrast to the mundane concept of a "dog," yet here you are.
"Hey, Danny, can you hold the leash?" you inquire, a hint of mischief dancing in your voice. Danny simply shrugs and nods as he takes the leash from your hand. You watch with a faint smirk as he wraps the leash around his hand.
Taking advantage of the moment, you calmly reach down to your boot and retrieve a sliver of jerky. With a casual, nonchalant demeanor, you extend the treat towards the Demogorgon. "Here, boy, fetch," you utter, your tone tinged with amusement as you toss the jerky away from you.
In an instant, the Demogorgon reacts, its predatory instincts kicking in as it lunges after the jerky. The force of its movement catches Danny off guard, and he's practically yanked off his feet, the leash becoming a makeshift tether that tugs him along like a ragdoll.
"Asssshoooollllleee!" Danny's indignant yell carries through the air, the word drawn out as he's pulled farther away from you. His insults grow faint as the distance between you increases, his voice eventually becoming a distant echo.
A bout of genuine laughter escapes your lips. Maybe punishment wasn't so bad as long as Danny was there.
Masterlist here
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a-queer-seminarian · 9 months ago
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Today is Easter Sunday. Today is Trans Day of Visibility. Today is day 176 of genocide.
This year the lectionary gives us Mark's account of the Resurrection, with its fearful cliffhanger ending — an empty tomb, but Jesus's body missing. And isn't that unresolved note fitting?
In the face of so much suffering across the world, it feels right to be compelled to sit — even on this most jubilant of days — with the poor and disenfranchised in their continued suffering.
Mark's account:
Just days before, the women closest to Jesus witnessed him slowly suffocate to death on a Roman cross. Now, now trudge to his tomb to anoint his corpse — and find the stone rolled away, his body gone. A strange figure inside tells them that Jesus is has risen, and will reunite with them in Galilee.
They respond not with joy, but trembling ekstasis — a sense of being beside yourself, taken out of your own mind with shock. They flee.
The women keep what they've seen and heard to themselves — because their beloved friend outliving execution is just too good to be true. When does fortune ever favor those who languish under Empire's shadow?
Love wins, yet hate still holds us captive.
I'm grateful that Mark's resurrection story is the one many of us are hearing in church this year. His version emphasizes the "already but not yet" experience of God's liberation of which theologians write: Christians believe that in Christ's incarnation — his life, death, and resurrection — all of humanity, all of Creation is already redeemed... and yet, we still experience suffering. The Kin(g)dom is already incoming, but not yet fully manifested.
Like Mark's Gospel with its Easter joy overshadowed by ongoing fear, Trans Day of Visibility is fraught with the tension of, on the one hand, needing to be seen, to be known, to move society from awareness into acceptance into celebration; and, on the other hand, grappling with the increased violence and bigotry that a larger spotlight brings.
The trans community intimately understands the intermingling of life and death, joy and pain.
When we manage to roll back the stones on our tombs of silence and shame, self-loathing and social death, and stride boldly into new, transforming and transformative life — into trans joy! — death still stalks us.
We are blessedly, audaciously free — and we are in constant danger. There are many who would shove us back into our tombs.
And of course, the trans community is by no means alone in experiencing the not-yet-ness of God's Kin(g)dom.
Empire's violence continues to overshadow God's liberation.
The women who came to tend to their beloved dead initially experienced the loss of his body as one more indignity heaped upon them by Empire. Was his torture, their terror, not enough, that even their grief must be trampled upon, his corpse stolen away from them?
The people of Gaza are undergoing such horrors now. Indignity is heaped on indignity as they are bombed, assaulted, terrorized, starved, mocked. They are not given a moment's rest to tend to their dead. They are not permitted to celebrate Easter's joy as they deserve. They are forced to break their Ramadan fasts with little more than grass.
Those of us who reside in the imperial core — as I do as a white Christian in the United States — must not look away from the violence our leaders are funding, enabling, justifying.
We must not celebrate God's all-encompassing redemption without also bearing witness to the ways that liberation is not yet experienced by so many across the world.
This Easter, I pray for a free Palestine. I pray for an end to Western Empire, the severing of all its toxic tendrils holding the whole earth in a death grip.
I pray that faith communities will commit and recommit themselves to helping roll the stones of hate and fear away — and to eroding those stones into nothing, so they cannot be used to crush us once we've stepped into new life.
I pray for joy so vibrant it washes fear away, disintegrates all hatred into awe.
In the meantime, I pray for the energy and courage to bear witness to suffering; for the wisdom for each of us to discern our part in easing pain; for God's Spirit to reveal Xirself to and among the world's despised, over and over — till God's Kin(g)dom comes in full at last.
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"The Empty Tomb" by artist He Qi.
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romihearts · 4 months ago
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helloo(≧∇≦)/ can i request tbhk character hanako, akane, teru, and kou x tsundere reader??? 。・:*:・(✿◕3◕)❤
* ˚ ✦ MELTING | ft. hanako, akane, kou
— how they are with a tsundere reader ⋆ gn reader
— ngl i finished this like 2 or 1 month ago ish but i never got arounf to editing it ... !!! also while writing this i memorized the song "its not like i like you" to truly embody the tsundere ness,, also i couldn't write teru to this 😓😓 im sosorry
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— hanako
Stationed at the school rooftop, gentle winds breeze through you, the radiant skies harbor a beauty that can be appreciated by millions. Yet to Hanako, none could compare to the sight before him—you. Staring eyes, that have been caught by yours. “Hey! What are you looking at?” you questioned him, in such a tone and expression which makes the common person think he’d made a grave mistake. Even so, hanako knew more, the lingering look harbored in your eyes tells a different story.
The boy dons a sly smile before answering your previous question, “ah, nothing really. I’m just admiring you. Did anyone tell you how charming you are?” Hanako knew all the right words to say. Your face heated up due to his answer, he just seemed to always know how to fluster you. Attempting to counter his compliment, you restated that you most definitely did not like him! 
Hanako’s face portrayed his dejection, before immediately looking somewhere else. “Awh, and i thought you cared for me like i do to you.” Hearing that made you feel a sharp pang of guilt, you just didn’t want to confess your feelings yet, not reject him!
Quickly finding a way to clear up the misunderstanding, you held on a small piece of fabric from his uniform, causing him to place his attention onto you once more. “Um.. it’s not like i hate you or anything but, i do.. I do care about you or something.” Hanako’s face lit up immediately, shining eyes and a big smile now present on his face. “So you do like me! Hahaha!” the boy cheered, yet you stood there, face burning up once more. No objection from you, considering it was true.
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— akane
Ignorance is bliss as most would say, yet to Akane, he simply couldn’t ignore all your wondrous and cute reactions when he teases you. He wasn’t mean, far from it. There’s just a certain type of delight your face exudes. Today was one of the particular days that akane would be tired from both supernatural and academic work, and he knew what person could remedy him; you.
Akane set out to look for you, and he’d found you at the school library. He could see from the look of your face that you were bored, spacing out on a book. He moved quietly, trying not to get you to notice him. Finally positioned behind you, he slowly slithered his arms around you, gaining a surprised look from you. “How are you doing, my dear?” he questioned, causing your face to heat up slightly; he knew how much those lovely nicknames riled you up.
You looked up to meet at eye level, taking a while to calm your mind before responding. “Oh! Akane, i didn’t notice you.” you retorted, placing a smile on your face. The boy looked at you, clearly studying your expression. “You seemed bored there, honey.” he said, pushing your buttons. Knowing how easily you fluster, you and akane were both well aware how you’d be embarrassed, stammering your words. “I-im not bored! Far from it, actually!” you said. Akane raised one of his brows, further questioning your expression. “Really? That’s nice to know, babe.” akane said, grinning. You ran out of anything else to say as your face heated up, mouth agape. “Cat’s got your tongue? You really are adorable, haha!” akane continued, still keeping that wide grin on his face.
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— kou
Soft footsteps echo throughout the corridors as you and kou walk alongside each other, heading home together now that your classes are done. No conversation was exchanged between the two of you, yet the silence was comforting. Not to mention, your hands were mere inches close together. Unfortunately, that comfort would be cut short when teru saw the both of you.
The tall boy walked towards the both of you, smiling and waving. Teru was aware of your feelings for kou, but he didn’t know if his brother reciprocated those feeling. Wanting to try and get his answer, a perfect idea popped into his head; to tease the both of you. 
Teru continued walking towards the both of you, placing on hand on his brother’s shoulder while his other hand was on your shoulder, which then presented a surprised look on the faces of you and kou. “Well what do we have here! I didn’t know that you two liked each other!” Teru said, with such a wide smile on his face. It was aggravating! You immediately knew he was teasing you. Your face still displayed a surprised look, but now paired with a longing look. 
Kou broke the silence between the three of you, “Ah.. brother. I didn’t expect to see you.” he said, now slightly flustered. “I was just accompanying [name], to protect them!” the young exorcist said. Teru took one last glance between the both of you before smiling, “ok then, i’ll let the two of you be.” he claimed. The tall boy finally let go.
Now left once more with silence, except now, the air felt unbearable. “You like me?” kou immediately questioned now that his doting brother was gone. Your face immediately heated up, mouth left agape as it seemed you weren’t able to respond; not sure whether to confess or deny. “I don’t… w-wait no, uh, i—” before finishing what you said, kou suddenly pulled you into a hug. Your face was really heating up, not knowing what to do. “You can say what you want to when you’re ready. I’ll wait.” he said, piercing an arrow through your heart. Oh how you truly did adore him..
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athensandspartaadventures · 2 months ago
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Athens and Sparta Adventures: Chapter 9: Libation Bearers pg. 7
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Quick Ref:
Warp-weighted loom: A contraption that helped keep strings taut for weaving, and we even find some bronze age weights in the archaeological record from none ofther than Miletus! Neat!
Against Simon: A speech written by Lysias for a court case that tries to outline the egregious deeds committed by the speaker's opponent. Simon was the kind of guy who would burst into the women's quarters of a house that wasn't his, the nerve! And them being so proper they didn't use other parts of the house too!
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drawing establishing shots is always a struggle. imagine... birds eye view of miletus... very organize much street. wow.
This page is dedicated to anyone who's ever had a relative call them from the next room and then respond with silence when you yell back "WHAT??"
The flashback is a reference to this page of chapter 6, and there's going to be a few more flashbacks upcoming because I'm trying to tie this chapter in to previous ones where I can so that I don't feel like I'm going totally off the rails.
The line in Greek (οὐκ ἔστ᾽ ἄλυξις, οὔ, ξένοι, χρόνον πλέω.) that she utters under her breath is yet another quote from Aeschylus' Agamemnon. It's the line that Cassandra speaks to the chorus before walking into the house of Atretus after Agamemnon, knowing she will be murdered when she does. Smyth's translation is "There is no escape; no, my friends, there is none any more."
Yes, yes, blorbo is back :) enjoy his... that...ness.
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fluentmoviequoter · 1 year ago
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request for dalton lambert + prompt 11. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”
take your timee <3
I got two requests for this prompt and actually had two ideas (which are both equally flirty and domestic), so I'm posting both. Read the drawing version here. Thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy! :)
Warnings: fluffy and flirty Dalton, ice cream?. 0.4k+ words
A/N: We need more Dalton gifs. I've used this one already, but it's the only one that fits the 'fluffy' bill.
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Prompt 11: "You're lucky you're hot."
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“Dalton, you’re not even eating it,” you point out. “We’re on a date, couldn’t you at least try to be cute and romantic and let me have your ice cream?”
“You had your own ice cream!” Dalton argues, smiling as you pretend to be mad at him.
“Yeah, which I ate. And I want more, which you have and aren’t eating. Therefore, you should give me your ice cream,” you conclude with a triumphant smile.
“You’re lucky you’re hot,” Dalton responds, pointing an accusatory finger at you.
You freeze, only breathing and blinking as you process his words. “Ok.”
“Is that seriously what got you to stop asking?”
“So, I can have it?”
Dalton smiles and leans forward, bracing his forearms on the table. “Repeat what I said.”
“Which time?”
“When I shocked you into silence.”
“Do you want me to tell you that you’re hot or that I'm hot?”
“Whichever you believe, and only if you want the ice cream.”
You lean back in your seat, putting more room between you and Dalton. You consider the dilemma Dalton has presented, but before you can give it too much thought, he mirrors your position and leans back, pulling his ice cream with him. He looks directly into your eyes as he dips his spoon into the last scoop and eats it. You stand and shake your head as you look down at Dalton.
“You know what? You’re lucky you’re hot. Because that was messed up, Dalton. I’m going to buy more ice cream to enjoy by myself,” you say before walking toward the ice cream counter.
You count to five in your head before you feel Dalton wrap his arm around your waist and fall into step beside you.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his smile audible in his tone. “I’ll buy you more ice cream, but you have to enjoy it with me.”
“I learned my lesson the first time, Dalton.”
You stop when you reach the line and attempt to ignore Dalton’s pleading to stay with him. When you are asked what you want, Dalton interrupts and orders your favorite flavor.
“You’re lucky you’re so hot,” you murmur as he pays for the ice cream.
You drop your annoyed act as you smile and lean into his side, thanking him for the ice cream. Walking toward the exit, you grab an extra spoon and pass it to Dalton. He hands you the ice cream and directs you to your favorite spot to continue your date.
“Careful,” he warns, “we might melt it with our overwhelming hot-ness.”
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bakery-anon · 3 months ago
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♪ positivity prime time! share five things you love about yourself, four things you're excited about, OR three people you care deeply about and why. pass this along to someone whose posts make you smile ♪
Ave ilysm <333 thank you for sending this to me 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
Three people I care deeply about [tumblr edition]!!!
You! (Ave) You were one of my first mutuals on tumblr and I’m very grateful for it. You didn’t have to respond to me, hell you didn’t even have to follow me back but you did. You wrote One Summer Day and I just needed to tell you how much I loved it (and still do, guys please I have brainrot and it’s her fault). Thank you for making me feel special, when I’m sad you send me things to cheer me up and I’m so appreciative of that. You remind me of drinking hot coco with friends and going to fall markets. Talking with you feels like a warm hug from someone you haven’t seen in a while. You never make me feel like I’m annoying you or that you would literally be doing anything else than talking to me and I’m so happy for that. Thank you for continuing to be my friend and look over my essays and let me ramble to you about things. Thank you for being my biggest supporter <3 I love you Ave, thank you for being my friend. (I hope writing goes well and that you did a good job on your presentation you had <3)
Vannah! My lovely!!! You’re one of my newer friends but that doesn’t discredit how much you mean to me! <3 you’re an amazing person and truly one of my biggest hype people be it for something I’ve written or for homework. You remind me of a cozy blanket, talking with you makes me feel all warm and wrapped up. Thank you for listening to my rambles and finding a way to make me happy when I’m sad. I hope you won’t be too hard on yourself, remember it’s okay to take breaks and admit that things are hard! You’re so funny too, out conversations make me giggle so much bcs we’ll both say outrageous things and make each other laugh. Thank you for being my friend Vannah I love you <3 (I hope homework goes well and your test! You got this <3)
Ness! You’re also one of my newer friends on here!!! I appreciate and love you deeply!!! <333 you make me giggle and kick my feet. Our DM’s are such a safe cozy space, we yap so much and I want to thank you for allowing me to feel comfortable to do that. Thank you for making me feel loved and cared for. You didn’t have to answer my first ask and have a yap session with me but you did and I’m thankful for it everyday. Thank you Ness for making me feel loved and safe. You remind me of watching my favorite movie (The Princess Bride). Talking with you helps melt my stress away and I forget I was even sad when we yap. Thank you for being such a lovely amazing person. Thank you for being my friend and trusting me to let me be your friend too. I love you Ness!!! <333 (I hope your wrist feels better)
Q gets an honorary mention bcs they have tumblr now lol <3 omg guys I’m gonna try not to ramble too much for this one bcs I need content for my Christmas letter I’m giving them. Q, you’re lovely and I’m so happy that you’re my friend. We only met just last year but we’ve made so many memories together that it feels like longer. You’re a joy to be around, I know you don’t feel like it all the time but I enjoy just sitting in silence with you. You’re my support and I know that I can go to you for anything, thank you for letting me be myself. For letting me lay on you, and ramble about things you don’t care about, and convincing me to do and try things I normally wouldn’t. You remind me of dancing in the kitchen bcs it’s something we’ve done. You find new ways to make me laugh and I’m so grateful for you. There’s a certain calmness that envelops me when we hang out and I get really sleepy. I heard that when you feel safe around someone you get sleepy because you don’t feel the need to be on alert. I love you Q and can’t wait to make more memories with you <3
(guys I love all of my moots <3 there should be a button that like sends all of your moots a notification telling you how much you love them).
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tangerinenotions95 · 6 months ago
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So Much For Normal - A Seth Clearwater FanFic (Chapter 14)
"Can we come in now?" Jake's voice called from down the hallway.
Sue looked at me and I nodded, she grinned and shouted an enthusiastic yes back in the direction of the main living area where the rest of the pack had somehow managed to squeeze themselves while they waited.
Seth's box sized bedroom suddenly became a lot more cramped as Renesmee and the boys filed in and surrounded the bed where Leah was kneeling by her brother as I backed away and stood awkwardly against the wall unsure of what to do.
Renesmee must have noticed because she walked over to me and spoke softly, "How about we get some fresh air?" She asked and I simply nodded appreciating the gesture and chance to escape the tension.
I followed her through the house and out into a typical dreary day in Forks. I glanced at my watch, I should be in history right about now. We sat on the porch swing in silence for a few moments, neither of us knowing what to say.
"I'm sorry" Ness said suddenly breaking the silence. I looked at her in surprise, confusion evident in my features, "What for?" I asked.
She sighed, "For never even given you a chance to explain and immediately going on the defence of the wolves" she admitted looking at her shoes. I had never seen her look this vulnerable before.
"I can't say I blame you, I shouldn't have run off like that," I replied, "It just seems to be what I'm good at" I whispered the last part not meeting her eye but I know she heard me; damn vampire senses.
Enduring another long beat of silence she asked "Do you think I'm a monster?"
My mouth fell open in disbelief, "Ness I could never think of you as a monster because you aren't one and neither if Seth".
She studied my face, "But?"
I sighed knowing I couldn't lie anymore , "I didn't run because I was afraid of Seth, I ran because I was afraid of myself" I said giving a half ass explanation.
She chuckled, "Seth's pretty tough you know, being a wolf and all".
I smiled at the gesture, "I know it doesn't sound like a lot of sense right now and you deserve an explanation but he deserves to hear it first if that's okay?" I asked her feeling hopeful for the first time in weeks.
"You mean like how you did all that voodoo stuff in there?" She asked nodding her head in the direction of the house causing me to let out a short laugh, "Yeah like how I did that". 
"It's okay Y/N, I'll be ready to listen when you are ready to tell me" she said wrapping her arms around my shoulder and pulling me into her side.
"Come on" she gestured to the house pulling me up gently from my position on the swing and linking our arms together and she guided me back inside the cosy house much to my uncertainty.
Relief seemed to have flooded back into the Clearwater's home and the air of tension had definitely lessened for most people. Sue was pottering about the cramped kitchen, a strong odour of coffee overtaking my senses.
"Coffee?" She asked with a smile as we walked back inside catching her attention.
Before either of us got a chance to respond a third voice rang throughout the room catching the attention of everyone.
"Seriously, you're still here?" Leah's aggressive voice boomed through the small living area. The talking went completely silent as she eyed me from the opposite side of the room.
Rubbing my elbow awkwardly, "Right, I'll just.." I nodded slightly in the direction of the door as I quickly grabbed my bag off of the counter beside me.
"Y/N, you aren't going anywhere and I apologise for my daughters rudeness" Sue said in an authoritative tone crossing her arms. 
"Mom you can't be serious?" Leah asked through gritted teeth. 
"Leah that is enough, your brother asked her to stay so that's final" Sue said giving her daughter a look only a mother has the power to make. 
"I can't believe this" she growled making her way to the front door as I managed to quickly jump out of her path before she took my shoulder with her and slammed the door in her wake. The room was quiet for a second before I turned back to Sue, "Maybe it would be better if I just went home".
"Nonsense Y/N, Seth wants you here and quite frankly, so do I" She told me in a tone that made me think she wanted my assurance that he would be okay once I was there, "Tea?" She then asked and I nodded with a smile as I shyly took a seat at the counter closest to her.
"Right guys, patrol time" Sam declared standing up which was soon followed by a series of moans.
"Come on, we slacked off enough today" He responded leading the way to the front door as the rest trailed behind him, "Jake you stay here for a while" Sam said before he left giving Jacob a knowing look.
"Sure".
I sat on the sofa feeling a bit more relaxed now that it was just Jacob, Ness and Sue here. I sat drinking my tea quietly while also trying to keep my eyes from falling shut, the exhaustion of the magic I used today finally catching up with me. I also couldn't stop myself from glancing in the direction of the hallway almost as if I was expecting Seth to come bounding down any minute now with his token grin across his face. The thought made me smile but I looked down at my mug in an attempt to hide it from the others.
"I'm going to go lie down for a bit" Sue told us walking down the hall and into another room, Jacob informing me that she hasn't slept since the accident two days ago once we heard her bedroom door click shut.
"Yeah that makes two of you" Ness told him causing him to chuckle.
"Can't argue with that" He said as he closed his eyes leaning against the back of the armchair. Soft snores started within seconds, Ness just looked at me and rolled her eyes which made me giggle.
"Go on" She then whispered, catching me off guard.
"What?"
"Y/N, your eyes are practically boring holes into Seth's door. Just go down and sit with him for a while" She told me. I didn't need much convincing and simply nodded, placing my mug down on the coffee table and tiptoed down the short hallway trying not to wake anyone with my footsteps.
The door wasn't fully shut so I pushed it open gently and walked over to the bed, never taking my eyes off the sleeping figure. Seth was out cold, so I just pulled over the chair that had been ticked into his desk and placed it beside his bed, sitting down and watching his chest rise and fall as he slept, my anxiety melting away a little more with every breath he took.
Once I felt at ease that he was in fact okay I took the opportunity to look around his bedroom properly for the first time. It was simple. A bed, a desk, a chest of drawers and some shelves which were full of books. On the desk lay a laptop, a pair of headphones and a framed picture of Seth and an older man who I presumed was his dad, Harry. As I stared at the photo I couldn't help but smile back at a young, carefree Seth.
I moved by focus back to Seth, my smile dropping slightly as I took him in. I caused this, he got hurt, almost worse, because of me, and sooner rather than later, I was going to have to explain to him why.
My mind was over run with what ifs. What if he hates me? What if he can't forgive me? What if he thinks I'm actually the real monster?
It wouldn't be anything less than I deserve I think as a few rogue tears run down by cheeks. Overcome by emotion and exhaustion, I eventually fall asleep.
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weakly-skoodge · 10 months ago
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Week Sixty Five!
The hologram fizzes off. Tak crawls deeper into the ventilation shaft, away from the opening she used to get in, trying to locate a new, more suitable one to slip out of.
While doing that, her knees beginning to get sore from all the crawling she’s been doing, she bumps into something soft and squishy and warm.
She hisses quietly, rubbing her face and ridding it of whatever squish-ness it was exposed to with her hand. The thing in front of her shifts and moves and when her hand peels away from her face she finds out what the thing is.
Another irken. Much wider than her. An irken who just so happens to also be invading Zim’s walls, similarly to Tak.
Weird.
How does he fit in the vents? Why are these vents so big? What’s the deal with that?
Then he speaks, and recognition floods through her. This, this is that one guy that… blech, ‘rescued’ her, after her botched promise to pump the Earth dry and serve it to the Tallest.
“Hi there!” He whispers, enthusiasm seeping into his voice. “Do I know you? I feeeeeel like I know you.”
Tak takes a moment to orient herself with the current situation. She blinks twice, trying to figure out the irken in front of her.
“We… may have met, once.” She squints at him, antennae twitching from where they’re pressed against the vent, wondering what kind of irken starts off a conversation so pleasantly, under circumstances that should scream anything but pleasant.
“Cool.” He puffs his cheeks, squinting back at her with some skepticism. “… What are you doing in here?”
There it is. There’s the rightful, regular question that he should’ve asked at the beginning of their conversation.
“Nothing. What are you doing here?”
“Also nothing.”
“Hm.”
The two’s mouths fall shut, and they end up staring at each other in uncomfortable silence.
Skoodge blinks at her. He pats his hands along the metal interior of the vents, silently of course, as to not draw attention, but soon stops doing that. His face tilts away from her and his hand comes up to itch nervously at his cheek.
She awkwardly coughs into a closed fist — almost by impulse.
“… Well. I’ll just, uh.” Skoodge throws his thumb over behind himself. “I’ll be seeing you around, then.” He doesn’t wait for her to respond before turning himself around fully and crawling away.
Tak stares at his retreating figure, PAK halting and failing to figure out how to respond to this. Eventually, it must land on something, because she hears herself say “Wait,” and feels her limbs shifting under her and moving her rapidly over to Skoodge, and she grabs him by his collar to prevent him from escaping.
The velocity with which she approaches and the banging movements from the ensuing scuffle ends up causing an opening in the ventilation shaft to swing out from underneath them.
Both irkens tumble to the floor in a heaping mass of tangled limbs, with Skoodge on top of and crushing Tak, pushing all of the air out of her. She wheezes upon impact.
“Get off me!”
“You’re the one on me!"
Tak hisses at him, pressing her hand against his too-squishy cheek while he presses his foot against her hip. “You oversized wad of goo, I swear to —”
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