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Fluid Hearts | Chapter 1

My Ego Awakens

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, smut (eventually) , harem x afabOC.

Words: 5.4k

Tags (Open): @hellothere9597

“Anri, come look at this”, Anri wasn’t expecting Ego of all people wanting to show her something out of his own volition.

“What is it- who’s this?”, Ego had already started playing footage from which he collected earlier. “A diamond in the rough.”

Anri watches as the video displays a black and blue haired soccer player, their physical build didn’t look too much out of the ordinary, noting their pierced ears and a nasty looking scar that cut directly into their brow.

“Why are you-” Anri stops her self as she watches the mystery player being to display exceptional abilities on the soccer field, the woman specifically observing how they moved their body and utilised it to their advantage. Each of their movements were fluid, graceful, but strong and controlled. “Incredible. Those plays, their form! Wow!”

“Potential that is wasted within that mediocre team.” Ego gruffly states, his hands in front of him as he tosses Anri the players file.

“Hisaya Sora, only 17 and already so talented-“

“Hisaya Kazumas youngest daughter.”

Anri knew that name, having to brush up on many different star athletes for this job. “Kazumas child? No wonder they’re so- wait… daughter?”

“It took you that long to figure it out?”

“What- I didn’t even think-“

“That’s because you have the brain of a simpleton Anri.”

“Ugh you’re impossible. Where did you even get this footage anyway.”

Ego barely acknowledges Anri, still going over Soras impressive performance in the video, especially when she seemlessly steals the ball off a mid fielder , her form sliding to the ground in one movement and she gets herself back up in the next moment. “Her coach Tak- whatever his name is , records each of her games , apparently she watches each video to asses her skills.”

“And he just gave it to you?”

“With some incentive.”

“Jeez…”, She sweat drops, the less she knew the better. “but this kid is certainly something-“

“I want a Bluelock invitation sent to her, today.”

“What?”, she gasps, pausing the video to look at the unphased Ego. “I agree this girl is talented but with all due respect , the program is for us to create the next male striker. She can’t participate, it would be a breach of the rules.”

“This is why our country has never excelled within the bracket, we follow the rules, procedures. How can we expect to dominate the other teams if we just stick to what we know? Where’s the risk that brings the highest of all rewards.”

“But sir, the board surely will not approve-“

“I believe an exception can be made.”

“Hey sis I’m home!”

Sora kicked open open the door with an exhausted sigh, trudging through her shared apartment. She lazily chucked her sports bag across from her with thunk.

“Yiri!!! Where are-”

Hisaya Yiri, Soras older sister and current guardian. Yiri made her living writing short stories for a nearby library so most of her time is spent fussing over her stories in her work tablet.

Yiri stumbles out the kitchen with a huff, her long black hair tied loosely in a low pony, “You know using the door knob instead of kicking the door open is just as effect- and for the last time don’t just leave your bag there!”

“What’s wrong with there?”

Yiri scowls, adjusting her glasses before crossing her arms. “Does this look like your bedroom?”

“No I’m not blind sis, it’s the living room.”, she brushes her off, flopping onto one of the couches. “Exactly, therefore your bag should maybe go , oh I don’t know, in your room?”

“Yeah probably.” Sora moves her hand around , looking for the remote of their tv but finding something else instead. “Hey isn’t this your tablet? That’s not in ,you know, your room?”

Sora smirked as she held up her sisters work device that she just saved from the dark casims that existed between her couch. Yiri mumbled something under her breath, hiding her embarrassment. “You- ugh, you get this one and only this one okay.”

“Yeah I know.” Sora hands over Yiris prized tablet before she popped a blood vessel, trying not to enjoy her sisters frustration too much.

“I hate you.”

“Yeah yeah”, Sora laughs and wraps her arm around her sister, giving her a brief side hug before resuming her position on the couch.

Yiri softly smiled at her, no matter how much Sora aggravated her to no end, she loved her. “Oh ! A letter came for you in the mail, I left it up in your room. Now go wash up before dinner, you fucking reek.”

“Oh thanks. It’s not like I didn’t just come from a game.” Sora pretends she doesn’t she the way Yiris face contorts at the mention of soccer, choosing to roll her eyes as she starts rushing up the stairs.

“Sora.”

“What?”

Yiri groans, pointing to the discarded bag. “Forgetting something?”

Sora had been staring at the letter for 20 minuets, having to re read each sentence over and over again to make sure she hadn’t gone mad.

The Japanese Football Union.

‘You’ve been selected to become a certified athlete.’

She couldn’t believe it, that she had been sought out for her skills. Her hands flick through not one but two letters.

Dear Hisaya Sora.

As you can no doubt see you have been selected to take place in a very special program that I am heading myself.

This program will finally create a team worthy of entering and destroying the competition at the World Cup.

I sent you this invitation despite the fact you are one of the opposite sex, your potential is wasted in that team you play in and if you’re not completely idiotic you can too.

I’m taking a chance on you brat, don’t squander it.

Ego Jinpachi.

‘This would make everything worth it, everything dad drilled into me, every day in moms studio. It wouldn’t be for nothing.’

Fire lit within Soras heart, excitement and nervousness ignited with her body. Whoever Jinpachi was she promised that she would not squander this chance.

She just had to somehow break it to her sister…

Yiri didn’t come to see her off that morning, Soras older sister had a pension for the dramatics. Last nights argument made that clear.

‘I see him every time you play Sora! I just can’t support this! I won’t!’

‘You hate our father more than your care about your own sister!’

But she wouldn’t allow her sister to get in the way of this dream, in that fact maybe she was more like her father than she thought.

Sora wasn’t one for formal wear but it sure beat wearing a dumbass skirt. she did somewhat stick to her uniform by wearing the dress shirt and pants but forgoes the blazer to dawn her favourite black zip up hoodie.

She choose to keep her hood up , force of habit, tucking her hands into her jacket pocket as she rounded the corner of a building. She catches a look at two figures talking by the Japanese Football union sign.

‘That’s the one.’

Sora observes the two boys in particular, chatting with some familiarity but she deduced there wasn’t much of a sense of comraderie between the two. Aqqaintances at best.

“If we were on the same team you’d hit some amazing passes to me I’m sure.”

“O-Oh! Thank you.” The boy blushes at the compliment from the bright eyed boy. ‘His words are so condescending, like he can’t do more than pass to him…’ Sora frowned at the blonde kid, throwing her hood back as she walked toward them.

“Guessing you two got the letter right?”

The boys perk up at her voice, darting surprised looks at Sora as she leant against the wall beside the door of the building. “Uh hi!”

“Hey there, you too huh?”, Sora nods at the blonde, waiting for the other boy to calm down from his shock so could form a sentence. “Y-Yeah kinda crazy right?”, the black haired boy responds, nervously scratching the back of his head.

“Tell me about it. You mind me third wheeling with you guys?”

“Hey the more the merrier right? Im Kira Ryosuke. That’s Yoichi Isagi.”

“Hey.” He says with a little wave.

‘Hm cute.’ Sora looks at Isagi with a newfound interest as her fingers fiddle her piercings.

“Hisaya Sora but just call me Sora.”

Isagi takes in Soras appreance, short dark and rich black hair, the ends faded into a bright fluorescent blue, matching their clear crystal eyes. Her ears were decorated with black lined studs and rings, he wondered if Sora actually kept them in while they played soccer.

He noticed a particularly mean looking scar that was carved into their eyebrow, ending just atop Soras eye.

She could feel Isagi looking at her most prominent scar, she could always tell when someone was, she swallows an uncomfortable breath , looking away whilst clearing her throat .

‘Hisaya Sora, where have I heard that name before? Hisaya…… Hisaya….’ Isagi contemplates before it suddenly dawns on him, his mind replaying the days when he was a kid, watching the great legends of his favourite sport. ‘Hisaya Kazuma! Japans star player of the 90’s but that would mean this guy is his son.’

“Wait, that would make you related to Hisaya Kazuma! ”, Kira couldn’t contain his excitement, to think someone of Sora Hisayas class would be in a program with him, he thought it was an honour. “No way, You’re his son!”

Hisaya only nods in acknowledgment, her face stoic at this continued talk of her now deceased father. Isagis eyes seem to pick up on that, even though he’d love to grill the child of the great Kazuma Hisaya, one of his favourite athletes, he chose not to.

Sora appreciated Isagis tact, something Kira seemed to lack.

“He was incredible, no one could top him on the field but you already know that! You must be a prodigal son”

‘Hisayas son’

Thats what he was right? for some reason that didn’t feel right to Isagi. But what else could he be?

“Good thing my sister didn’t hear you say that. Now let’s go already, no one’s becoming a certified athlete by standing out here, freezing our asses off.”

“Shall we?” Kira extends his arm in an attempt to be curtious , Sora had to contain her eye roll .

‘Maybe I’m looking too far into it’, Isagi puts away his thoughts for now, following Kira and Hisaya toward the building. “Yes, please.”

“Oh c’mon, we don’t have to be all weird and formal with each other. I’m glad we met.”

Isagis cheeks lightly flush. “Me too.. and you as well Hisaya!”

“It’s Sora dimwit”, she flicks his forehead playfully with a giggle, Isagi gasps and rubbing his head with a shy grin. “R-Right!”

“They really grabbed anyone with a pulse for this.” The room was packed with people and they possibly had the weirdest haircuts Sora had ever seen, and here she thought she may have stood out.

“Yeah, I see some I recognise too.” Kira points out the few he knew, though Sora found herself not paying much mind to him. Kira’s presence was slowly starting to irk the girl, his impression outside was less than stellar.

‘Couldn’t hurt the scout out the competition I guess’ She recognised a few players, some she’d seen at school when they would visit for games, others she’d only seen online watching other tournaments but she couldn’t put names to the faces. They were a pain to remember.

‘Heh I sound like-’ She spots both a white head of hair and a purple one off in the distance. ‘Ha! Speak of the devil’ Sora wouldn’t mistake Seishiro Nagi and Mikage Reo for anyone else.

After all , she and Reo were childhood friends, curtesy of their mothers. She met Nagi in highschool and the three of them were inseparable. You’d never see one without the other two far behind.

After Soras father died, Yiri made the executive decision to move away so that meant transferring schools. Sora begged her sister to stay but her sister refused to budge, and there wasn’t much she could do against her legal guardian as a minor.

That didn’t stop her from keeping in contact with the two of them.

‘I should’ve figured those two would get an invite’, She thought with a quick laugh, ready to walk over to the duo before a voice cuts in.

“And test, test. Congratulations and welcome diamonds in the rough.” A spotlight shines on the stage ahead, revealing a man with black rimed glasses and a bowl cut to match. “You are the under 18 strikers who have been chosen by my arbitrary advice and decision making. And I am Jinpachi Ego, I am the man who was hired to ensure Japan’s victory at the World Cup.”

‘So this is Ego.’ His mannerisms in the letter fit him perfectly.

“Who is he? Do you guys know him?”, Isagi shakes his head. “No clue. What about you Sora?”

“Only know the name.” It wasn’t a lie but she figured telling the two that she had been specifically scouted by Jinpachi wouldn’t do her any favours.

“Japan needs one thing and that’s the birth of a revolutionary striker. I’ll be running a few experiments to figure out which one of you 300 is capable of becoming the single best striker of the world.”

“Here at this facility, Bluelock��, the screen behind Ego changes, warping into the insides of the facility Jinpachi had just mentioned. “Starting today, you will all live there together and undergo the specialised training that I have devised. You won’t be allowed to go home and your previous soccer careers will be but a mere memory.”

“But I promise you this, if you fight hard enough, if you become the last man standing out of the 300 candidates then you be the best striker in the world.”

Sora crossed her arms in silence, noting the varied groups of nervous men in the room while she was completely calm, was enough for her to smirk ever so slightly.

“Hey, uh, excuse me? Sorry but I can’t agree to these conditions.”, Soras brows perk up at Kira, Ego himself was glaring down at the young boy. “All of us have teams that we’ve given our loyalty too and some of us have nationals coming up and you want me to abandon my team for what huh?”

Echos of other likeminded idiots sound out from the room, aggreeing with Mr bright eyes. Sora scoffed, leaning her arm on Isagis shoulder, lowering her voice so only he could hear. “Hey Isagi, is your friend always such a Boy Scout?”

“What? I-I guess?”, the heat of her breath on his his ear nearly made him topple over, the blush returning to his cheeks. “To be honest I don’t actually know him that well.”

“Figures.” She hummed in his ear, founding his shoulder rather comfy.

“Lock off! If anyone wants to leave them go! Are your perspectives really that limited? You’d rather return to high schools backwater competitions than be the worlds best striker?!”

“The future of Japan is in your hands? It’s enough to make a man weep”, Sora could’ve sworn she saw the man twitch before redirecting himself to the centre of the stage. “But let me ask you this. What is soccer? Is it about 11 players working together? The bonds that you forge? Sacrifice? Fighting for your team mates? That kind of thinking is why this countries game as remained weak!”

“Soccer is about scoring more goals than your opponent does”. Soras heart thumps louder, “Whoever scores the most is the best, end of story. If you just want a fun game with your pals then lock off.”

“This guy is crazy”, Isagi muttered into Soras ear, who contained a giggle, his breath tickling her skin. “But he’s passionate at least, unlike some of the others”, Sora detached herself from Isagi to point at Kira as he continued to make a fool out of himself.

“Those players are my heros!! Now take it back!”

This sent Ego down a spiral, the screen flashing between 3 of the greatest players throughout the world. “And of course Kazuma Hisaya said it himself. Forget the others on your team, in the end it’s you who gets them to victory.”

Soras fists clenched at the blown out picture of her father in his glory days, even back then he didn’t care about anything else other than himself.

Isagi said nothing but put his hand on her shoulder. “Real hero my father was huh.” She muttered angrilly, thinking that she was starting to sound like her sister. Isagi beginning to understand why the girl insisted on being called Sora over her last name.

“You can’t be Japan’s greatest striker without first being the biggest egoist.”, Isagis grip on Soras shoulder tightened, feeling something with him stir. Sora felt it too.

‘His words, could they be true? Is that why I havnt progressed any further than just nationals?’ Soras heart thudded in her chest again, harder and louder.

“Now pass through and be transformed, discard comman sense and remember when you’re out on the field you’re a star.”

“Nothing should bring your more joy than your own goals”, Soras breath hitched, remembering each time she has scored a goal, how her body felt like it was on fire. Opposed to when ever she had to give up the ball for a team mate to score, she would be cold, something in her would thrash in her against it, wanting to push onward, to Make…. The …. Shot.

But she wouldn’t, her coach would say it was greedy to go out on her own and not rely on her team mates so she would play along, and pass.

‘Is that what I was doing? Stamping out my own ego for others?‘

“Live only for that glorious moment and if you can’t… then you’re no striker at all!”

Isagi ran head first, eyes blazing with a new fond determination. ‘I am a striker!’

Sora laughs , her tongue glides over her teeth before sprinting off after Isagi, her pronounced canines on show.

The commotion behind her didn’t matter, for she would become one of the greatest strikers in Japan no… the world!

Maybe for the first time in her life, she choose to give in to her ego and she had never felt more free.

‘Man this suit is fucking skin tight, and the binder doesn’t help at all.’

Sora hand goes to her now compressed chest under suit, feeling the fabric that bound her breast down to appear flat chested.

She knew she’d have to go through with this when she came here, she only wished the damn thing wasn’t so uncomfortable.

Luckily she wasn’t gifted with the most voluptuous breasts but without the binder, it definitely would’ve been obvious that Sora was in fact a woman.

Her fingers play at the collar of her the top, taking a quick glance at her arm to see the numbers 292 and the letter Z under it plastered on the fabric.

‘Must be our ranks, at least I’m not all the way at the bottom’,

Readjusting her clothes in her arms before she passed a door with the letter Z printed on it in blue, with her hands full she used her leg to kick it open.

‘Can already hear Yiri in my ear for that one’ she thought with a sad sigh, already missing her dotting big sister, even after their argument.

“Hey is that you Sora?”

“Isagi!”, Yoichis face let Sora forget about her home life for a moment as she jogged over, happy to see someone she was familiar with. “Looks like we’re stuck with eachother a bit longer huh?” She raises her hand up and Isagi laughs, smiling gratefully as his hand clasps over hers. “Yeah guess so.”

“Hope you two havnt forgotten about me.”

“Oh hey Kira.” Sora just couldn’t place why Kira irked her so much but she knew that her good mood already started to sour with Mr Boy Scout in the same room. “I’m glad you two are here, I know someone at least.”

Isagi nods. “You read my mind haha ah!-“ a shirt comes flying into Isagis face. “Didn’t see you there”, Sora sees the perpetrator, though the guy is hard to miss with his height, insanely muscular build and with hair as bright as a sunset. “My bad.”

“It was just an accident, I hope-” Isagi goes to give the shirt back, not noticing the sleeping soul on the ground. “Hey Isagi? you might wanna look down.”

“Sora what are you- huh?” He jumps away with start, finally noticing the guy passed out on the floor.

“Hey~ stop hogging the ball and pass it to me”,

‘He’s even dreaming about Soccer’, Sora tilted her head in wonder, going as far as to kneel down and touch the bob cut boys cheek with her finger.

Poke, poke.

Still asleep. ‘Man he’s like Nagi when he’s sleeping. Adorable like him too.’

“Uh Sora? Arent you supposed to have changed in here?” Kira asks the girl who’s still watching the sleepy boy on the ground. “Changed on my way here, figured it would be faster.”

“You changed out in the hall? Where there’s cameras? ”, the orange boy asked this time, staring at Sora as if she had 3 heads. “Is that a problem buff boy?”

“Jeez, you have no shame.”, turning around with his back facing her. “Not really no.” Sora , without taking her eyes off whoever the sleeping boy was, tossed her clothes behind her, hearing the fabric hit the orange boys toned back. He glared at Sora but she was still occupied with the sleeping boy, still poking him to see if she could wake him up.

Begrudgingly he picked up Soras clothes, tossing them in a locker as he clearly wasn’t going to. ‘What a child’ he thought with scoff.

“Hey!! You’re Ryonoske Kira!!!! Wow I can’t believe it.” Kira shyly shakes the bold boy hand who looks at him with stars in his eyes. “Y-Yeah it is.”

“Oh look another boy to join the Kira kiss ass club.” Sora chirps out, not caring that Kira threw her a dejected look her way. The bald boy didn’t seem to take it as insult as he looks at both Isagi and Sora with a goofy smile, waving his hand. “Nice to meet you! I’m Gurimu Igarashi!”

“Yeah, hey.”

“Yo.” Sora gave a little salute with her hand, half listening about how apparently Igarashi is a monk or from a family of them. The only thing Sora found interest in was the numbers on his his shirt sleeve.

300. Rock bottom.

‘I shouldn’t have to worry about him then’

“Are you finished changing? My little diamonds in the rough.” Close to the ceiling was a giant TV, Egos face now plastered on it, looking over everyone in the room. “Think of the players you’re sharing this place your roommates and also your rivals.”

Ego continues to explain the ranking system, Isagi now begins to notice that he is unfortunately ranked at 299.

‘I’m the second worst player here?!’ Isagi dispaurs, more so when sees that even Sora is sitting at a higher rank than he is.

“The top 5 will get to play in a special game six months from now. These athletes will be registered as forwards at the U20 World Cup.”

Gasps go around the room, that opportunity is a dream for each of these players.

‘Where’s the catch?’ Sora brought her hand to chin, suspecting something else at play, nothing like this is ever given out for free.

“Additionally those here who loose at Bluelock, firefight the right to ever represent Japan.”

“That would be the catch.” Sora not bothering to keep that one to herself, listening to Ego prattle on, before a cunning look emerges from his eyes.

“Let’s play a game of tag shall we?”

A ball drops down landing a few feet awat from Isagi. “You have 136 seconds, whoever is struck by the ball is ‘it’ whoever is ‘it’ when time runs out will be locked off.”

‘So don’t be caught it last, noted.’

“Also. No using your hands~”

The screen flashes away as the game begins, the system deeming Igarashi Gurimu as the first one to be it.

“What? This isn’t how you play soccer”, some boy remarks in the room, Sora found herself eye rolling at the level of idiocy.

‘There’s factors of soccer here, but this game isn’t about that. He’s testing our egos.’

“I gotta be it first because I’m ranked the lowest?” The boy monk grumbles, resting his foot on the ball. “Alright let’s do this! No hard feelings anyone!”

More protests, Sora shook her head, stretching out her arms and legs. “Just play the game.” Most of the boys looked at her with shock, partially thinking how insane this girl was.

“If I’m kicked out I’ll be a monk for the rest of my life!” That’s all it took for the boy to start sprinting, dribbling the ball on his feet as the group dispirsts.

Sora separates from Isagi, instead finding herself behind Igarashi, figuring the monk would go after players closer to his own rank. “Sorry Isagi!”

‘Figures’ He shoots the ball but Isagi and the others with him manage to dodge, the ball rebounding off the white wall back to him.

“He’s not going to get anywhere unless he actually starts using his head.” Sora mutters to herself but not expecting the boy beside her her would hear and let alone recognise her.

“Sora? The hell are doing here?”

She turned to see her classmate of all people, Hyoma Chigiri, a flabbergasted look on his face. Now there’s a surprise that’s for sure.

“Hey Chigiri”, she winks, sticking her tongue out cheekily as he continues to look at her , baffled. “But how are you-“

With everyone distracted, Sora sprinted over to him, pressing her finger to his lips. “Talk after kay? Better survive the next minute or so Princess.”

His face flushed slightly but he nods, knowing he’ll get his explanation afterwards.

Sora decides to run back to Isagis side, hearing Kira ramble about how ridiculous the current setup is. “Sora!”

She waves quickly at Isagi before smacking the back of her hand on Kira’s chest. “Quit the preaching and focus. You really wanna find out what happens if you end up loosing?”

Kira didn’t expect Sora to lecture him so harshly but she didn’t give him a moment longer, turning her keen eye on Igarshi fumbling around the room, failing to hit anyone.

“I can’t hit anyone!”, he sees the boy from before still sleeping and it seemed finally he caught a break. “It’s a cheap shot but so what. You’re it!”

Hisaya watched as the bob cut leaps up into a handstand, kicking Igarshi in the face and away from him, blood flying from his nose. “Hey! That’s a foul! If this was a real game you would be red carded-“

“He said only hand balls were against the rules didn’t he?” He rubs his eyes, still somewhat half asleep. “Good morning.”

Isagi watched the encounter too. ‘Man what’s with this guy?’

He turned to Sora to gauge her opinion on him but he saw her smile, his eyes glinting with intrigue. ‘Whatever it is , has caught Soras interest big time.’

“Hey. I’m not a fan of playing dirty alright. I want a clean game.”, the brute from before clasps his hand on bob cuts shoulder, glaring down at him.

“Aye, aye Mr strait laced.”

Sora jogged over in front of ‘mr strait laced’, hands on hips. “Maybe you should be lecturing that one-“

Unbenoyst to the others, Igarshi took advantage of the distraction aiming his shoot at Sora who had turned her back on him. He had this in the bag, he knew it. ‘He so thin, getting him should be a piece of cake!’

The ball flew , seeming like it would hit Sora right on but the room goes out in gasps as they see the girl throw her head back as her body falling into a back bend. The ball barely missed her, instead hitting the boy behind her square in the face.

“Woah…”

“How the fuck did he do that?”

Kira awed beside Isagi, who nodded too, witnessing Soras impressive control of their body had him too in awestruck. ‘I’ve never seen anything like that before! Kazuma was known for his more brute type of playing style so there’s no way Sora learned that from his dad.’

“Left yourself open! Amen”, monk boy pretends that was his plan was to hit ‘ Kunigami’ in the first place, his confidence needed a severe reality check Sora thought.

With only a minuet left, Kunigami Rensuke had been declared ‘it’. “You bastard! I’m going to destroy you!!!!!”

He wastes so time to take his shot, unsurprisingly Igarshi sticks to his dirty tactics and holds Isagi in front of him, blocking his body as Kunigami shot reigns in, slamming into Isagis stomach so hard it sent him backwards to the ground.

“Sorry, wrong person…”

Sora winced, seeing Isagi almost choke on his spit. “You alright Isagi?!”, he pants, looking up at the clock, he only had 59 seconds to hit someone. ‘Things can’t end here, I won’t let them’

He kicks the ball, failing to hit anyone head on as the time continued to tick against him. “C’mon Isagi….”

Bob cut hears Soras quiet encouragements for Isagi, an idea coming to mind. He throws himself on Kunigamis back, giggling as he uses his limbs to hold him in places just as Isagi was chasing after Igarshi.

“Come on! Nows your chance! Wouldn’t want Blueberry’s cheers to wasted would you?”

‘Blueberry?’ Both Isagi and Sora thought simultaneously. ‘Is he supposed to be referring to me?’ She deadpans at Bachira who only grinned.

‘Wait, Sora was cheering for me?’ He looks at him and Sora shyly smiles, blushing slightly.

The moment is broken by Kunigami throwing Bachira off his back, crashing down onto Igarshi. Sora whistles. “Damn he’s strong.”

“Well that hurt hehe”, he said as if he hadn’t gotten hurt at all, still smiling as he found this whole situation amusing.

“Quit laughing and G-get off me!”, Igarshi goes to stand but his leg shakes, his hand going to his leg as he feels pain circling around his ankle. “Sprained it… w-wait. Time out.”

Everyone in the room knew he was done for, Isagi would take the shot and the time would finish with Igarshi as the one it and first one to leave.

“Isagi!!”, Kira yells out from his safe spot. “Hit him now! Take the shot!” Sora scoffed, ‘So much for that idealism. What a phoney.”

25 seconds remained and Isagi had yet to make the shot, Igarshi scrambling to get away from him. “Hey… hold on. Stay back I mean it! I don’t want to go out like this! It isn’t fair!”

Isagi looked at him as if he was prey, ready to be devoured after a long chase, the sweat dripped from his body.

‘If I shoot then this guys soccer career is over. No this is about survival, that’s how blue lock works. Making my dream come true means destroying someone else’s, no other way around it!’

20 seconds and time was in a stand still, Sora too was starting yo get nervous. ‘What is he doing ? Won’t he make the shot?’

“Thats not right… in order to change, I need to be something I’m not. I came here to turn things around. To become the best in the world!”

‘Unless I beat someone stronger than me, that won’t happen!’

She could see it, swirling in his eyes , like a flame burning within him. ‘He won’t settle for mediocrity…Heh, now we’re talking Isagi!’

Sora chuckled, watching Isagi turn away, facing the sleep boy who now pointed at him, matching Soras grin. “I like you. You’re right, you wanna beat someone?”

He steals the ball straight out from Isagi, the screen changing to show the name Meguru Bachira, rank 290. “Then it should be the strongest player.”

“W-What? Me!”

Bachira chuckled darkly, watching Kira try to escape him but he wouldn’t let him. “Hey blueberry! You want in on this too right?”

Sora gasps slightly, no realising she had followed Bachira closely after he stole the ball, but her excitement took over her suprise. She doesn’t say a word, only winks at him, speeding ahead as Bachira dribbled onward, keeping Kira’s attention on him.

Bachira sees Sora reach the wall, shooting the ball at Kira who he knew would dodge. Sora uses the wall as leverage and kicks off it, her body turning just as her mother taught her and her foot reaches the ball, sending it back to Bachira.

He sees the ball fly over him, he manipulates his body down like before, making sure his foot hits the ball back toward Isagi who Kira had foolishly ran towards.

Mere seconds remained but that was enough time for Isagi to kick the ball once more, and it hit its mark, flying into Kira’s face, marking him as the last one to be ‘it’ just as the time runs out.

Masterlist | 0.5 | 01 | 02 | 03 |

#bluelock x oc #blue lock #men of the harem #bllk isagi #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #hyoma chigiri #blue lock nagi #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #itoshi rin #itoshi sae #blue lock fluff #blue lock angst #blue lock smut #mature

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yourlocalstranger123 · 2 years ago

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I know....im supposed to do other things, but I just had an idea. [Why is my quaking brain only working when I'm busy with something else? Bruh]

Also, if there's somehow a post that is similar, sorry. Like there's literally so many. People could have similar ideas, you know 👍 also I know very well this thing is gonna become a flop/fail

Warning: angst [maybe?] Idk.

Other Worldly God.

1: HoYoLAB Poster/owner:????

2: Genshin wiki fandom title: night sky above dragonspine

There we're once a world called Teyvat. The world was peaceful, quiet, and soothing. Even though their creator wasn't really there for them, everyone still worshiped them. Why? Simply because they created them.

But soon, the creator dies. The reason was that they killed themselves because they could not bear the responsibility. They say that the pain of it was agonizing. The world began to crumble, and celestials could not stop this. Everyone lost hope until a miracle happened, Teyvat was back to normal. What was happening? It will remain a mystery to the others. But those who share the memories [heh, Zhongli lol] shall remember and know the true story.

"Oh, hello traveler! What brings you to this fine evening?" [Venti]

"Tsk, don't listen to that drunken bard. Although I am curious why you are here?..." [Zhongli]

"..." [Raiden/Ei]

"Hello, traveler! Ah, the atmosphere is a little tense, but everything is fine..." [Nahida]

Well, this is awkward....

"Well, paimon and traveler was just walking around to do some commission, but we got lost and found you here! Augh, I don't think paimon can fly anymore because how awkward this is!"

Aether/lumine tried holding back their laughter from hearing paimon's little statement.

"Anyways, paimon is curious. Why are you guys standing near a......"

Paimon face went pale. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out of her.

"....." [archons]

"What is what, paimon?" [Traveler]

Paimon went behind the traveler as the traveler finally felt like something was wrong...

"What are you guys hiding..." [traveler]

"You don't need to know such things. This is our business, as Archons." [Zhongli]

"Zhongli is correct." [Ei]

It was weird seeing Ei not using her puppet instead to just go to this place for....what ever that thing is behind them.

"Well, shouldn't I deserve to know since I've helped you in so many things, don't you think?" [Traveler]

"The traveler is right. We can trust them since they helped us in so many things." [Nahida]

"I agree! I don't think they would dare tell a soul about it..." [Venti]

The Archons moved away to stop blocking the view. Whatever the traveler had seen made them pale. Nahida clenched her hands as the other archons looked away, seemingly looking guilty.

"What did you do?!" [Traveler]

"We did nothing! They....they were already like this!...." [zhongli]

This is the first time seeing the calm, collected archon become so...angry

The figure they saw was embedded into the ground. Their eyes held no soul. There were vines-like things growing on their arms. Making the figure more embedded than it is. It's like Teyvat is sucking them in, what's going on?

"Traveler, have you heard a story of the creator?" [Nahida/Zhongli]

Traveler shakes their head as a sign of no. While they feel Paimon gripped their clothing harder, as they see Paimon was about to tear up.

The archons let Nahida explain the story of what people believed happened. Although some parts were correct, it wasn't really the story.

Venti volunteers to sing the true story, but Zhongli stops him.

"I am older than all of you, so I should be the one who tells the story. Am I not correct?"

Nahida, let's Zhongli explain since it was true he was the oldest and experienced it in first hand.

"You see, the original creator died, and Teyvat was crumbling to its death. But the figure you saw behind us was a God who saved us. They were more powerful than the celestials, but our original creator set some limits. As you can see, the reason why they are embedded is that they sacrificed their body to become one with Teyvat. Giving support to it. Since im the god of contracts, I had seen the contract between our creator and the God who saved us. Even if our creator was dead, their soul still remained and made a deal with them. Now that kind God is here. Before they became unconscious, they told us that when an outlander reaches sumeru, they will be awakened and finally be free from the grasp." [Zhongli]

To be continued

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cboffshore · 8 months ago

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Both Djinn and Oni are seen as evil in the show but they don’t necessarily have to be. I wonder if there’s a Dragon-adjacent species in the Realms? If I squint, you can put Arin who’s Oni-coded with Lloyd’s old helmet or whatever with Nya and Sora with…whoever. But she’s Dragon-coded, AND Creation coded to Arin’s hypothetical Destruction. If I squint really hard I swear you can give Arin a character arc with Nya there’s gotta be more than just them not having any real powers at the start of the show.

I feel like my certified big brain bestie @nyaskitten would also enjoy this ask (and probably with WAY more coherence than me) so I'm inviting them to the party as well.

Before Raine shows up, here's my handful of assorted thoughts about this ask (under the cut for DRS1 spoilers:)

Regarding the Oni-Djinn-Dragon spectrum you imply and that I am about to run away with: what if the djinn are actually the MIDPOINT of that hypothetical range? I'm suggesting this because our sample size for djinn is so small right now (in order of appearance we ONLY have Jackass Supreme, Mr. Expo-Dump-And-Die, and Arrakore (who I do not yet have a funny summarizing nickname for because he's got like ten minutes of screentime under his belt), which isn't enough for me to extrapolate from) and we really don't have a TON of information to suggest that they lean one way or another as a collective. (Obviously if we get a montage of a bunch of resurrected djinn proving that Arrakore is the outlier by, I dunno, committing grand tax fraud or something, THEN we can make an overall assumption.) They do, however, display visual indicators of both Oni and Dragon - Nadakhan's finale evil magic ball things are destruction purple and Arrakore's magic manifests as bright creation gold - and generally otherworldly powers, although we don't know how universal they are. Nadakhan is the only one we ever see using most of the non wish-granting abilities like shapeshifting and teleportation (that reminds me, I still need to get that magic gatekeeping theory out!), but I'd assume that that early Skybound line where all Kai knows of djinn is that they're "sneaky and have great power" probably means this isn't a one-off thing. Anyway, back on track - I do agree that the djinn lean towards the Oni side given what little we've seen so far, but that evidence field is so small that any hint of Dragon coding in there could tip it. And Arrakore might not have done much yet, but I do think he's contributing to the Dragon side and dragging their alignment closer to the middle of the scale.

Regarding the Arin thing: I fully agree that Arin could have a killer connection with Nya right now, but I actually like that his arc is a bit disconnected from the rest of the team at the moment! Ninjago has always had a funky problem of shoving protagonists into relationships straight off the bat, whether that be romantic or not, so it's interesting that Arin's a bit emotionally isolated. He's very much trying to sort himself out, which isn't something I really remember getting in the first fifteen seasons. I feel like that's going to be a huge part of season 2 and I'm really curious to see how it's handled! Too curious to speculate, really, but that might change later, and I do love what you're going for here.

That was kind of a mess, but I hope it made some sense! Thanks for the ask!

#lila speaks #Ninjago dragons rising spoilers #Ninjago Skybound #Ninjago Nadakhan #Ninjago Arrakore #raine tag #i've gotta start a tag for anon messages #analysis freak lila back on her bullshit

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paladibun · 2 years ago

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personal gay/bi mike ramblings & other late night thoughts //

Been thinking about how I relate way more to gay Mike as a bi dude rather than to bi Mike. (This isn’t whos interpretation is right or anything) I’ve seen the post that was like both gay byler would portray different experiences under one label and show that no label outright owns a specific experience. A bi Mike’s arc would be more about choices in relation to others with less introspection and a gay Mike’s arc would explain internal turmoil and self depreciation in relation to a queer identity and the need to hide it, which would require more of it . And ofc gay people don’t own this flavor of experience but in Mike’s case would explain his actions if under that lense for me personally. Also noticed the later headcanon is more prevalent for those with a bigger Mike bias than Will which is interesting.

Also thinking about what a mess or I guess how much ambiguity there is in both Will & Mike’s characterization when it comes to their relation to their sexualities which ultimately causes people to develop strong opinions and get angry when people get their arcs or dynamics wrong. The thing is that the Duffers like ambiguity - it gives them freedom and they also don’t like to state things outright when it comes to identities and very important sociopolitical issues while trying to be “realistic” /half-neg ( ex: Karen & Nancy talking about feminism without mentioning women, the way Robin’s coming out was handled without mentioning any gay words while the show is comfortable using homophobic words )

Anyway almost got heated on a completely separate topic.

It is sometimes confusing as to what is meant to be presented as a “Will Arc” and a “Mike Arc” On the one hand Will struggles from overt homophobia from others and from Lonnie growing up, on the other hand he has Joyce, Jonathan, Mike, and the party who adore him and while I doubt Will understands that they would accept him no matter what, there’s definitely an earlier self acceptance in his identity as a hyper-visible gay man(you can see it with the Turing Project & the bravery with the painting). I define internalized homophobia as “a set of complex contradicting behaviors based on society’s homophobia and heteronormative pressures” and some people define it as “being sad that people are being homophobic to someone” I think both Will and Mike have degrees of both and sometimes it’s hard to see how much of either both characters have. And for Mike, it solely depends on how you read his sexuality thus explaining his actions and feelings. Again, it is vague which I think is humanizing and realistic.

I won’t touch the dynamics topic until the tag evolves beyond late stage fandom spoon/fork binarization of gay relationships but just noting that aspect of byler isn’t void of complexity.

One last thought for the night:

Just looking at the fandom and noticing unfortunate patterns. Mainly the desire to be right above all else and largely at the expense of collective fun and creativity which is like the main point of fandom. I think it comes mostly from having to fight the GA and m*levens to prove we aren’t crazy (insert Joyce Byers gif here) a year ago and that mentality sticking for way too long. Like the desire to to defend your thoughts and feel your feelings strongly about a topic is amazing and is another big fandom driver but at some point people getting angry for fanon, headcanons, people having fun making things in a way that isn’t popular loud accounts approved is honestly concerning. I see it a lot from the side I agree with too and it’s like. We can do better right? Not everything needs to be activism tinged?

Anyway anyway thanks for reading this far I’m passing the whole fandom edibles as we collectively rewatch the source material and resetting our very “seeing red at posts we disagree with” adled brains. 💕

#stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #thoughts #vague discourse shit #fandoms should be fun #fandoms should be collaborative #fandoms should make you excited to see creativity and thoughts of others #did the autism machine break for half of you

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golbrocklovely · 6 months ago

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I honestly think it would be better if either Colby or Malia would get us more of Malia than just her boobs or ass. The hate M and C receive won’t calm down if esp Colby will make it look like he is there for her boobs and looks. And sorry to say it but for now it kinda looks like this . We can say that he is there for personality, but how they expect their fans to judge it this way , if we don’t see his gf in any other light than just her nice figure? If they are anyway open about their relationship and posting eo without any other worry, then honestly i cannot understand what is stopping f.e Colby from posting some more natural videos of them just interacting, where we can see more of real Malia. I believe that if she would be seen more of who she is , rather what does she looks like, then she would have been accepted by more of the people. But C posting only her hot photos, her boobs and ass , just throws her kinda more under the bus. She looks beautiful and hot, but for goddamn Man, if you see that your girl has been already called multiple names such as “whore” then why are you adding to the potion , by feeding her haters and letting them continue their scenerio of you being with her for just her body. It doesn’t picture you or your gf in good light, but we all know that at the end of the day, it’s M who receives much more hate, cause they will still thirsty for C.

i don't agree with your argument whatsoever.

bc here's the thing, what you're basically saying is one, anyone that shows off their body a lot has no personality and thus has to prove there is something more there, and two, it's malia's own fault for the hate she gets. and colby isn't helping and is instead stoking the flames by merely posting his own gf.

my issue here is that when has colby ever shown anything that would allude that he only cares about her body and that's it?? i've seen everything he's done with her, and none of it has ever been straight up "oh look at my hot sexy gf's tits and ass". the closest thing he ever came to maybe, and i'm saying the strongest maybe, is the cherry emoji he used for her now red hair (which again could be referring to her hair and not her boobs). other than that, it's not like this man is commenting peach and eggplant emojis every time she posts something. his comments are usually very basic and non-sexual/body related.

bc let's be forreal here for a moment, colby has had multiple flings over the years. all of these women have had nice bodies. if he was truly in this relationship for just the sex or just her body, why the hell would he hard launch her? why would he tell anyone about her? if it was just a fuck buddies friends with benefits situation, why would he share it with us now? if anything it would make more sense to say nothing and pretend she doesn't exist but keep the situationship going.

so this just shows that clearly there is something more going on, aka he's into her bc not only is she hot, she's also a full fledge human being with depth. a surprise that should come to literally no one. hot ppl can also have personalities. it's not that crazy of a concept.

and why should malia show off her personality? all it would do is cause the ppl that hate her to use it as ammunition later down the line to hurt her. i mean, her haters already use her body against her every chance they get, what's to stop them from picking her personality apart bit by bit? not only that, she has nothing to prove to us. she is not here for us. she's here for colby. that's who she is dating, that is who she has to make happy at the end of the day. genuinely, if i was her, i wouldn't talk to any of us. bc as a collective, we all fucking suck and are assholes for no reason other than bc we're judgmental losers who's parasocial relationship has rotted our brains out, thinking we somehow have a say in everything snc do with their lives. including who they date.

i know at the end of the day i'm not that way with snc, but as a whole that's probably how a lot of us come across regardless of our intentions.

also genuinely who's logging on to insta and saying "lemme see your personality". like… it's an aesthetics competition of a site. it's a place to post only the good and right angles of your life. bffr. i mean prime example is amber. we know she is amazing and super sweet, but her insta is just her mostly naked body and showing off how rich she is. her insta alone, if i was to think like how malia's haters do, would tell me she's a slut who has multiple sugar daddies and that she only cares about materialistic things. but that is not who she is, right? even if i never watched a single video of hers, her personality would still be there. so it's safe to say that malia's is also there, and just bc we don't get to see it doesn't mean it's nonexistent.

and even if she showed off her personality and somehow was a saint and an angel sent from heaven above, ppl that hate her would find something to complain about. she could wear a turtleneck and be covered from head to toe and still be called a whore. that's how misogyny works. it always counts against us regardless. a game with constant changing rules.

#ask #personal #cb ll

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timeoverload · 1 year ago

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I didn't have much to say yesterday because it was boring and I was tired. It takes me hours to write my posts and my brain was fried. I think it's kind of sad that it takes me that long but sometimes it's difficult for me to collect my thoughts. I also have been feeling like I'm not that interesting and I don't want to be depressing.

I have been trying to maintain a positive attitude but it has felt impossible today. I don't know if I forgot to take my lamotrigine last night or if it's the weather bothering me. I'm feeling so gloomy and inadequate. I don't feel good. I'm overwhelmed by my mountain of responsibilities. I can't get anything done.

I didn't have the best day at work. It was really busy so I couldn't leave when I got done with eye cases at 3:30. Several people were gone today so that didn't help.

It's sterile processing week and it used to be a big deal but it feels like we aren't appreciated anymore because no one outside of our department said anything. I don't want gifts or anything but it would be nice if someone noticed us. We are the "heart" of the hospital and there's literally a sign on our door that says that. It seems like our contributions are ignored by upper management a lot of the time now but I'm not surprised. The nurses and surgical techs get a lot more attention during their appreciation weeks. I'm not trying to sound bitter but it does make me a little sad because things used to be so different and we all work very hard. Seeing things change is just tough sometimes and I will get over it. I know I won't be there forever so it's not necessary for me to get that upset about it.

I'm getting really tired of working with the morning team lead. He is driving me nuts. He thinks he knows everything and everyone else is wrong. He is generally nice to me but some of the things he says bother me. He was in a bad mood this morning and he was complaining about his girlfriend to me. He told me he hates women sometimes because we're all dramatic animals. I don't think he really thought about what he was saying until he could tell that I was offended. It seems like he doesn't have a lot of respect for people from different cultures or women and it pisses me off. He also loves to talk about politics and religion with me first thing in the morning and I hate it so much. He tries to talk about guns with me even though I told him I don't like them. We don't agree on everything but I try to keep my opinions to myself because I don't feel like having a debate with him. I've realized that I'm not good at having those kinds of conversations anyway so I don't even try anymore because I get frustrated. I know there are a lot of bad things going on in the world right now and it breaks my heart. I just don't want to talk about war and death while I'm working because it makes me so depressed. He also gets so upset about things that aren't worth getting mad about and it stresses me out. I have been trying to teach him how to do my job too but he won't listen to me even though it's important that he learns how to do it. It's difficult working alone with him for 2 or 3 hours every day.

I also got super uncomfortable later in the day. 2 of my co-workers are dating and they have been fighting a lot. They aren't open about their relationship but everyone can tell there's something going on. I can tell they don't have a healthy relationship. They have to work next to each other most of the time and follow each other around. I'm not sure what they were fighting about but they were both acting very aggressive. They were slamming stuff around and she was having a panic attack half of the day. I don't care if people are dating because that's none of my business. I just don't want to be around people who act like that because it's immature and unnecessary. It makes it hard for me to focus when I can feel the tension in the air.

I was putting instruments away in the operating room after eye cases were done and I just started crying. I couldn't control myself so I'm glad no one saw that. I am beyond burned out. I don't want to think about work anymore. I'm glad I don't have to for a couple days.

Maxwell, I'm not sure what is going on with you. I have gotten some mixed messages from you so I don't know what to say or how to react. I don't know if you are mad at me or not. It's confusing.

I'm sorry if I offended you but I'm not sure what I did wrong and I'm trying to figure it out. Are you mad because I posted that picture of the mushroom girl earrings? That was supposed to be a reference to something that you had posted a while back. I wasn't sure if you would get it or not. I just took it down. I will avoid posting anything like that from now on. I'm not trying to make you feel insecure. I am bi but I have no interest in being with a woman ever again because you are the only person I want to be with. I just want to clarify that I haven't been in a relationship with a girl since high school and it ended very badly. I'm not going to talk about that right now. I also think rainbows are pretty so I'm sorry if you think that means something else.

If that isn't the issue then I'm not sure what is. I wish you could tell me what the problem is so I could possibly explain myself. I have been trying to post a lot more because I thought that made you happy. It makes me happy when you post a lot of stuff. I have mostly been trying to make you laugh because I know you have been sad lately. Maybe I'm not funny all the time but I have been trying to post more happy things. I'm sorry if I posted something that you don't like.

I am planning on asking you out on Tuesday and I thought I told you that but maybe I didn't. I'm having a tough time remembering things. I still feel really stupid because I've been waiting for you to ask me out this whole time but I was supposed to say something to you first. I can't stop beating myself up about it and it's all my fault. I've given up on trying to make everything perfect and the way I want it to be because it's not going to happen that way. I'm not going to get upset about that at this point because it won't change anything. I don't even care because I just want to be with you. I guess this is also difficult for me because no one has asked me out for over 12 years and I was hoping you would. I've realized I'm a little old-fashioned and I suppose I'm wrong for thinking that would happen. I also haven't gone on a date with someone since high school. I don't think my previous relationship even counts. I just feel like such an idiot and I don't know what I'm doing. I'm also really bad at flirting. I don't know why it's so hard for me to ask a simple question. I think this whole situation has shown me how fucked up my brain is because I feel like I'm not able to comprehend some stuff. I never realized how messed up I was until recently. I want to be with you so bad but I feel like I'm in a nightmare right now because I've been trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do for so long. It's so scary for me because I'm afraid you are just going to give up on me if I don't figure stuff out and do what you want me to do. It hurts my brain and I want to rip my hair out sometimes. I can't read your mind all the time!! I feel like I can't do anything right and I just want to make you happy. I don't want to be confused anymore.

I don't want things to fall apart and I want to have a healthy relationship with you. I want to do the right thing. I love you so much and I always will.

Anyway, I don't have much else to say right now. I'm just sad and tired. All I want to do is lay here until I feel better. I'm not even hungry and I didn't bother going to the store after work like I planned so I don't have a lot to eat here right now anyway. I will go to the store in the morning or something. I have some boost in the fridge so I will probably just drink that because it's better than nothing. I have a tough time eating solid food when I'm anxious. I don't have the desire to do much tonight. I have been writing since I got home. It's getting late and I think I am going to try to relax for a little while and go to bed. Hopefully I will be in a better mood tomorrow.

Thank you for listening to me vent. I hope everyone has a good day tomorrow. 💖💖💖

#personal

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prismatoxic · 1 year ago

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anyway, fun story:

so @captainfkingmagic got into mgs sometime in 2008. we've been together for like 8 or 9 years now and he's mentioned it a lot (and made me watch metal gear awesome a whole bunch) but you'd be surprised how much media you have to share with each other when you get into a committed relationship. there's still a decent handful of things we haven't gotten around to

so, anyway, this year (like 4 months ago?) he got a hankering to play mgs1 again. he has the ps3 collection, and that seemed the best way to play, and he got somewhere after the ocelot fight when our ps3 (which had been having issues previously but we had repaired) started overheating again. to the point of shutting off. now, this ps3 was my ps3, and his ps3 had already bitten the dust some years prior for similar reasons (exacerbated by it being a launch version with bad soldering). so you can imagine how frustrating this was.

well, we had enough money at the time for him to just go ahead and get us a slim ps3. which took like a week to arrive, and, you know, by then i think he could be forgiven for not having the energy to go through mgs1 again up to the ocelot fight. i don't remember when he decided to try anyway; if it wasn't the night the ps3 arrived then it wasn't too long after.

so he finally gets to show me mgs1. all of mgs1. sans the meryl ending, bc fuck that, he went otacon. i mean, i had to see it, right?

needless to say, i was pretty hooked. i liked it a lot but, admittedly, wasn't super jazzed about mgs2 conceptually bc i knew raiden took over. he said he'd wait a few days to start it, then started it like. 1 day later. gamers amirite

anyway, mgs2 was great. hooked me also. but then i wasn't super jazzed about mgs3, bc it wouldn't be about snake and otacon.

anyway, mgs3 was great. hooked me also. but then i wasn't super jazzed about mgs4, because otacon cheats on snake and also snake gets old and dies.

anyway, mgs4 was... fine. like, it wraps up the solid snake arc pretty well, but it's also fucking batshit and there were several plot points and characters who i just found grating. (naomi. i found naomi grating)

so we finish mgs4 and like, okay, that's the solid snake story. fuck rising, and mgs5 is its own whole beast. so i finally said: hey. you wanna rp otasune?

and of course he did, he's been into otasune for like 15 years but never really got into the fandom aspects of it back then. so here's where things get amusing...

see, i've had trouble getting him to agree to fandom rps in the past, or if he does, had trouble getting him to stick with them. he's too oc-brained. which is fine, but after 4 games i was obsessed and i really doubted i'd find anyone better, more interesting, or more willing to put up with my bullshit. so i was like, okay, let's ease into this. we can do a silly little high school au so the pressures of the canon setting aren't present. and, of course, i'd let him play otacon.

...now you may be looking at my icon. and all my otacon posts. and wondering what that was about. well, see, he likes snake and otacon both, and hadn't expressed to me at any point just how much snake was his favorite (or if he had i had glossed over it). so because otacon was my favorite, i think i just assumed otacon would be his favorite, and even though he knew that wasn't true, he agreed anyway. (maybe i sounded like i really wanted to play snake? in truth i was trying to excite myself about it; i wanted otacon, but if i couldn't have otacon, i wanted to want to play snake).

he did say maybe we could switch it up sometime. i thought maybe he just didn't know who he really liked best, but i was happy to agree.

the first rp was fine, but fizzled out fairly quickly, which made me anxious. despite all my careful approaching, it seemed like we wouldn't be able to stick with it. maybe it was for the best; i found snake hard to capture. i wrote a fic in the high school setting to try and satiate myself.

well, eventually he brought up that he'd like to do something in canon instead. he'd been concerned with living up to canon settings in the past, but mgs was so zany that he figured he could handle it. so we picked after the tanker to set a rp. he asked if maybe he could play snake this time.

i found otacon way easier to write, though i was still feeling out what i wanted to do with him. within days we had a new idea. and then another... and another...

and we're still doing otasune rps. the first one started july 12th. at some point he finally said, hey, i never wanted to play otacon, he's not my favorite. and i was like. oh. well i feel silly now. but i have embraced otacon as my little blorbo now that i know i don't have to compete for him, lmao... love is all about sacrifices! it's also about being a fucking idiot sometimes

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pullingheavendown · 11 months ago

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I am just venting about nonsense that shouldn't get to me this much.

Bullshit my brain is dealing with this weeks includes Christmas, Christmas Bullshit, *checks notes* the anniversary of my stepdad's suicide, which everyone agrees, even his fans, that he pulled as a stunt this time of year so we'd have to associate his dead ass with Christmas anyway, work not sending an ROE yet so I have no money coming in, endless heart palpitations from so many months of so much stress that it just Does That now every time I get even a little anxious, someone having told the back end to "open the floodgates" a month ago and every day being some new neat little memory to try to address and a cluster of parts who feel some way about it, and my mom chooses this morning to try to sit down and talk to me about how we should work together to grow a business and I ought to be putting like 60 hours a week into making chainmail things for this to be successful.

I am typing this out because I had to eat the urge to grab her face and just start saying "no" until she absorbed it as a fucking fact rather than an opinion she can keep ignoring until I seem "chill enough" to "talk about it finally."

Like I swear to god. I swear to absolute fucking god. I am so at my limit that my brain just turned off mid-conversation until her husband was like, "...hey?" at me basically. I didn't even switch, we just went catatonic on the couch until I realized oh, fuck, someone has to take the reins and do something. (Which, yes, is a switch, but there's usually no... vacant lull in the middle. This is weird and feels bad!)

What about any of that seems like it'll be a good time to start riding me about work. LAST WEEK I had to do all of this anyway because she was trying to goad me into just "showing up to work" after medical leave -- in ten days! -- and "pretending to be fine" to "collect a paycheque" and oh my god I see exactly where our host got it from. I get it now. The endless cycle of stuffing it all inside until we were so burned out that we're just this defunct pile of nerves now. Direct from the maternal line apparently, because at no point does it ever sound like she actually registers what is happening with me/us for more than a day or two. She is understanding and promises us she gets it and doesn't mean to pressure us until she's bored or stressed herself and then here we go.

And I am trying to be understanding of that amnesia because she is under so much stress herself that she's clearly frazzled to hell, but jesus fucking christ, get out of my head and stop waiting until we "seem okay" (read: so dissociated we're just placid) to start trying to drive us to do what you want. That's absolutely fucking foul and given I just had to shit all this out about it, apparently a massive trigger. Like the urge to just GO GET IT ALL DONE ANYWAY, I GUESS is just blistering under my skin and no. If I have one more round of "I think I'm dying" heart palpitations and collapsing again, I am putting myself in the hospital, that was the deal. Get out of here.

#I understand boundaries very well and that is my Job #but that also means I get aggressive defending them #and then other parts just spiral over being a big fat meanie face anyway

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ambient-anemoia · 2 months ago

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i'm getting tired of all the violence

Things have been peaceful lately. Well, other than that time I knocked one of your teeth out, but that's pretty tame as far as your injuries go.

I was embarrassed when you asked to shower with me, but I didn't mind it once we actually got in there. The warm water soothes me and the steam triggers my asthma, but I don't really mind the feeling of being breathless, not when you're here with me anyway. I glance to the left, eyelashes dripping with water, and become mesmerised by the blurry image of you at the edge of my peripheral vision. I'm entranced by the way your hair sticks to the back of your neck when it's wet. I keep wanting to reach my hand out and touch it, but we're here to get clean and we can't get distracted by pointless things now.

We argued earlier today. We used to argue a lot, back when I started my life sentence in Outer Space, but we haven't been doing it so much as of late. I guess we both got tired of saying the same things about the same topic over and over again.

What was it about now?

I said there was a new entity at the bottom of the ocean, and you didn't believe me, but really you just didn't want to believe me because a new entity means a new rival, a new person I can throw myself at and beg to fix all of my problems. Your jealousy always irritated me, always gave me a good excuse to swing my fists into you until you stopped whining. I kind of despise you when you're right about me. But I didn't hit you this time, because I'm starting to lose my enthusiasm for it, and I think for you that felt even worse.

(earlier today a researcher asked me to define the word 'enthusiastic' and i couldn't do it)

A tension settled over us for the rest of the day. It's unfair. We made up right away, but our riled up emotions made it impossible to talk normally. All our interactions felt hollow suddenly. It's strange because I don't think I like you but I feel so empty without you.

Just now the silence finally broke, and we talked for a long time. I have a fever, and I was lying on the floor mumbling, and you knelt beside me and replied to what I said. We tried not to antagonise each other this time. I don't know if we came to a understanding or if we just collectively agreed that neither of us could bear the loneliness for a second longer. You said during our argument that you're afraid I'll leave you all alone. All you have is me. But I'm the same, aren't I? There's no one left. Only the brain ghosts, and they might be dead, and the horrors down in the depths, but I loathe them, and the new entity, but it doesn't want to talk to me.

We got in the shower and stood side by side under the water, and things felt normal between us for the first time all day. I stared at your side profile, your eyes closed to block the water out, your wet hair and long eyelashes and the water droplets rolling over your bruised neck and face. And you stared at me when I turned to rinse my hair, and I didn't feel uncomfortable under your gaze the way I sometimes do when the intensity of it unsettles me. And it was nice, getting clean and stealing glances and talking occasionally but not about anything important. I was trying to figure out how tall you are, but I'm not good at guessing heights.

I wonder how long we can carry on like this.

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 2 months ago

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Hello. Hola. Bonjour. Hallo. Buonasera. Welcome back to question time with me, your awfully funny and drop dead gorgeous just -☕️

I think we can all agree we were very impressed with our lil cutie pie of a contestant over here. Especially with their football knowledge. I personally wouldn’t have had a clue on some of those questions. But now we must move on to our next round.

Which is of course our animal round. There are going to be 10 questions one of which will include our bonus point, so I guess technically there could be 11 questions if you’re counting, and the bonus point is worth 2 points this round so there’s a total of 12 points at stake. Let’s get started.

Speaking of points I made a mathematical error in our recap. Our contestant has 16 out of a possible 20 points. Now I never said I was good at maths but that is quite the blunder. Anyway back to the questions!

Question one! What is the world’s biggest fish?

Onto number two. Bombus is the Latin term for which type of invertebrate?

Question 3. What group of animals is collectively known as a parliament?

Okay, next question is! What is the world’s most venomous fish?

Question 5, halfway there. Which insect has the largest brain relative to body size?

So how are we feeling so far audience? Are we placing bets on whether us at the question time headquarters can outsmart our lovely participant or our we the ones being played? You tell us but for now onto question 6.

Which animal never sleeps?

Question 7 is …. Which birds can fly backwards?

Question number 8 for you today is. What substance are sharks skeletons made out of?

Second to last question. Which flightless bird is the emblem of New Zealand?

And for our final question. What is the loudest animal in the world? And for those bonus points can you tell us how many decibels of sound they produce?

Wow I’m not going to lie I think this is quite a difficult round unless you are really into nature and animals and all of that. Or it could just be me and this is all well known stuff. I’m glad I’ve got someone in my ear telling me what answers you’ve got wrong and what you’ve got right! But we will have to find that out in our next catch up. For anyone playing at home how many points are you currently on?

Now that’s all for now. You’ve been wonderful. And I’m your host -☕️

Ayyy our amazing host is back! I was feeling confident for this round but i’ve just quickly skim read the questions and now i’m not so confident 😭

1) I feel like this was a trick question cause I wanted to say Blue Whale but that’s a mammal. So it is probably the biggest shark instead which I think is a whale shark? 🦈

2) I wanna say bee but I didn’t know they didn’t have spines😭

3) It’s gotta be some sort of posh british animal for that but idk😭 Foxes seem majestic in a way?

4) Pufferfish? I have no idea

5)what are these questions 😭 Um ants?

6) I wanna say sharks but I think they have rest periods although it’s not technically sleeping I don’t think? It’s not the same as human sleep it’s different cause they have to stay alert

7) Hummingbirds! I know this cause my gran loves them😅

8) I know this one randomly, sharks don’t have bones so i’m pretty sure it’s cartilage

9) Kiwi! 🥝

10) my dad when he snores😭 No it must be something big so maybe a blue whale? Hmm i’ll say 222 decibels cause it’s a cool number

I think i’ve done awful this round but it’s ok, my sports knowledge is carrying me 😅

Thank you host <3

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blueper-saiyan · 8 months ago

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True, we do get to come up with our own worldbuilding together!

"We see them (Vegeta lmao) eating the species of the planet they conquer but I don't think that is a consistent, normal behavior (that is a whole other brain essay in and of itself)"

Any chance you'd be interested in sharing that essay 👀?

Yeah I'd agree that it would make sense for Freeza/his dad/whoever is in charge of their empire to import food for the Saiyans. It's worthwhile to make sure they're operating at a reasonably efficient level, and if they can replace enough of the Saiyans own production, it makes them more dependent on Freeza Force infrastructure. Not that aren't already inextricably tied to it, but it never hurts to add insurance.

I agree with the idea that food would be a communal value!

"I think this communal aspect of food (both in the preparation, consumption, and collection of) is lost to a semi impactful degree when the Cold/Freeza Force moves in and implements more of it's merit-based individualism."

This makes me think of the food sticks we've seen a couple times.

Semi-gratuitous kid Vegeta screenshot lol. I thought he was eating a stick of butter the first time I saw this scene ngl. Anyway, the sticks are a food source that's already prepared and doesn't require any sort of cooking or a communal meal. Which is rational to use as a snack or on a mission, but if it replaces enough normal meals it's a tool to break up some of those community events.

"(Saiyans are most definitely merit-based individuals, but I believe they have a foundation of community that bolsters the craving of merit to protect the numbers, the planet, the resources, etc. and that dissipates over time due to Saiyan nature in tandem with literal galactic colonialism and dictatorship. But this ain't about that, I can't let my polsci brain get in the way.)"

It can most definitely be about that if you have thoughts about that. I'm not a polsci person at all so that perspective is always great when I get to see it!

Yeah they would presumably have some defense mechanisms against starvation, I like the ones you proposed! Being antisocial is a particularly interesting possibility, because food scarcity can also result in more cooperation instead. Also, based on what you described, I'm curious if you think that's why Vegeta is short?

Don't apologize for yapping, your thoughts are cool! Feel free to keep talking about this!

And finally I'm stealing the tags too because I can.

#saiyans are so fascinating#bring back their sharp teeth we see in the saiyan saga

I didn't think we ever saw Saiyans with sharp teeth? I've always been a little disappointed that they have normal human teeth. I just occasionally look wistfully at that mid transformation Vegeta with sharp teeth and think of what could have been lol. Did I miss a moment?

#I think talking about their food for me is more about social structure and political/societal cohesion rather than ecological and biologica#factors because my brain is not oriented that way#not a girl in stem <3

Honestly, a different social structure and political/societal cohesion make more sense than ecological and biological factors for Saiyans whole deal in general. Sometimes I want to try and come up with some exciting biology theories for them but I'm someone who doesn't like strongly contradicting canon, and I feel like I always end up back at thinking that culture and society is a much easier explanation for any differences from humans. I also hate biological determinism so I don't want to end up in that territory. "How would a society adapt to a legitimate different biological constraint?" still ends up fascinating me though, and this is one area where the biology thoughts both don't contradict canon and don't feel like determinism.

I’m overanalyzing something that’s canonically not meant to be thought about, for fun, so here’s a speculative Saiyan biology question: how often do they actually need to eat? I’ve sort of joked about the possibility that it’s like large predators irl where they gorge themselves occasionally and then wait until the next big kill. This would balance out the amount they’re eating to closer to a normal human, just a surprising amount in one sitting, and dodge the thing I’m about to go off the deep end about. But I think they’re probably supposed to need that amount frequently? Which is like, rodent levels of frequency and portions, but unlike a small mammal, a huge amount of actual food consumed. It’s fine if there’s only a handful of Saiyans on a whole planet but how did that work when there was a lot of them? That’s a massive amount of food, where is it coming from? Are they mostly feeding their army by taking food from conquered planets? They’d still need to be producing enough for their homeworld. Is it being farmed automatically and that’s how they can have the majority of their whole species be soldiers? But like, Gine has a job processing meat, so it’s clearly not entirely automated. Stuck thinking about Saiyan agricultural production and supply logistics help.

Unfortunately, I can also say that almost immediately after finding out the amount that Saiyans eat, the back of my mind did jump to “how fast do they starve?” Like, is that a much bigger threat for them than a human or do they have about the same amount of reserves, even if they’re eating more? If it is way faster, how does that affect how they view food/hunger? As a fun irl example, hummingbirds have such an insane metabolism that they would potentially starve to death if they slept at night. So they don’t sleep like normal, they enter a state that’s more like hibernation to slow their metabolism down enough to survive. Many hummingbird species are fiercely territorial because they need access to their food source or they starve. I imagine a theoretical hummingbird society would be thinking about food differently. And because this is my indulgent post where I get to talk about animals, I’m also going to bring up vampire bats, which could also potentially starve if they can’t feed within two days or so (I did not go deep into scientific literature to find original numbers and sources for this estimate I’m sorry true bat fans. Actually same goes for the hummingbird estimate but I know more about birds.). Unlike the more territorial hummingbirds though, vampire bats roost together during the day in colonies, with the same other bats repeatedly. And their food source can’t be guarded like a flower patch can, so there’s less purpose to territoriality. So they can form long term friendships with each other by interacting in ways like grooming each other. Within these friendships, when one bat gets a meal during their few-hour-a-night feeding window, but the other one doesn’t, the one who got enough food will often share with their friend to keep them from going hungry. Then their friend returns the favor when their roles are reversed, keeping them both alive, along with the rest of their friend network.

So those are some very different responses to needing food nearly constantly. If I were deeper in ecology mode I could probably try and come up with explanations based on the types of food source and territory and other factors for why, but I’m here to apply this to Saiyans lol. Honestly, a cooperative strategy would make more sense given that they’re pretty human-like, but that’s certainly not the sense we get given of their society. Were they always super individualistic or is that a recent development? Are they even actually individualistic or is that fully a societal role thing (elites are different from lower class warriors)? Or is the idea that they don’t cooperate partly a lie made up after their deaths anyway? Speculative biology for intelligent species get the extra layer of culture just to make things more messy and fun. We also know pretty much nothing about their original home planet and the actual context that shaped them, so I don’t get to apply other factors, like how easy it is to defend food sources or how important it is to stick together. We probably won’t ever get to know anything more about their original homeworld/Sadala, which is disappointing given that we got hints about it, but it does leave more room for speculation.

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sparxwrites · 2 years ago

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“D’you think we did the right thing?” asked Scott, out of nowhere, across the darkness between their beds. It was nearly midnight. They should both have been asleep. Neither of them were. “Ditching them. Our soulmates.” A pause. “I mean, I know they abandoned us first, and all that stuff with going to the Nether, and being irresponsible, but-”

But they’re still our soulmates.

Cleo was silent for a moment, turning the words over in her head. Turning her own feelings over, in her heart. “I think so,” she said, finally. “ I don’t... think I can love like that, anyway. Not easily. Definitely not on command. Maybe... maybe not at all. I don’t know.”

She’d never told anyone that before. Not anyone other than Joe, anyways, who she generally forgot to count as a ‘someone’ at the best of times. He was just Joe, who knew everything, and knew all of her by default - sometimes before she knew it herself. Quite often before she knew it herself.

(He’d patted her on the shoulder, and told her that love was a prerequisite of neither humanity nor post-humanity, and was also a social construct, and was also mostly a collection of molecules moving around the brain, and that the most important thing was being kind. She’d said she was pretty bad at that, too. Iinstead of patronising her by disagreeing, he’d said it was okay, he could love on behalf of them both, and if she provided him an itemised list of people he needed to love in her stead then he would get right on that. He’d been entirely serious.)

Scott hummed, quietly, and she heard him shift in his bed, a rasp of sheets against clothing. “Well, I can,” he said, almost petulant, and she exhaled relief at the normalcy of the response. “But- not with her. I don’t think- ...No. No, I- I know I couldn’t, with her. Martyn, maybe, I could’ve, but...”

Cleo barked out a humousless laugh. “I think I’d’ve done okay with Pearl, actually. She’s not quite so-” She grasped for the words. “Martyn, he- he wants love, you know? He needs it. He goes looking for it. Him and Ren, in the first one of these... And I can’t give him that. I can’t.”

“You want to swap?” asked Scott, and when she laughed again, he joined her - a wry, exhausted sort of sound, less humour and more resignation. “God. We’re kind of messed up, huh? The only two people on the server who couldn’t love the soulmates they were given.”

“Oh, yeah,” agreed Cleo with a heavy sigh, staring up at nothing in particular. “Yeah, maybe a little bit. But- we can be messed up together. That’s something. Isn’t it? We’ve got each other, at least.”

“Yeah.” Scott’s voice was soft, quiet, almost warm. There was another rustle of sheets - and then there was a hand questing across the space between them towards her, out of the darkness. On impulse, she took it. When Scott squeezed her fingers, something tightened in her chest in her chest in response. ”We’ve got each other. And hey- we can make our own fate! No soulmates required. How about that, huh?”

And for a moment, like this - together, defiant, hand-in-hand in the midnight dark - Cleo could almost believe in a world where denying fate was possible.

#double life smp #dlsmp #trafficblr #fic #life smp tag #life smp fic #just a little thing that got in my brain last friday #and then i took a whole week to write because i love procrastination

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cheerscoops · 2 years ago

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You Be Me and I’ll Be You

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: Inspired by a tiktok that I saw a few nights ago and can’t stop thinking about by user: ladythugs - Steve and Eddie decide to dress up as each other for Halloween and turn it into a competition.

CW/TW: None. This is pure fluff and silliness and oblivious pining

Word Count: 3K

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“You’ve lost your mind, Munson,” Steve said with a small laugh.

The group had been discussing their upcoming Halloween plans, and when Steve admitted that he didn’t have a costume planned out, Eddie had the brilliant idea that they should dress as each other.

“C’mon. It’ll be fun,” Eddie said as he nudged Steve with his elbow. “And haven’t you always wanted to get in my pants anyway?”

Steve didn’t know if he wanted to slap the smirk off of Eddie’s face or kiss it away. All he knew was that the way Eddie was looking at him was making him blush, and he hated it. Or he hated the fact that he didn’t hate it. The metalhead had always been somewhat flirtatious with his banter, but he’d grown more and more bold with it lately. Steve was surprised to find that he wasn’t completely opposed to flirting with him, but he was too chicken to actually act on it in any way.

Before his brain could restart and come up with an adequate response, Robin interjected herself into the conversation.

“He’s right,” she said. “It would be hilarious, and you could turn it into a competition.”

“A competition?”

“Yeah. The best costume of the other wins something. We could all vote on it. And, think of all the joy it would bring your friends to see this precious face pretending to be a badass.” She reached over to lovingly pinch Steve’s cheek.

“Okay, so if I agree to this,” he started after swatting Robin’s hand away, “And I’m not saying that I agree to this. But if I were to agree to this, and we did turn it into a competition, I think we’d need to set some ground rules.”

“Such as?”

“Well, I don’t think either of us really wants to have to go out and buy clothes for this, so it only makes sense that we’d be able to raid each other’s closets for our costumes. And, we wouldn’t be able to show what we’ve chosen to anyone until the party because it would be more entertaining if it was a surprise.”

“Does that mean you wouldn’t be allowed in your own room while I’m going through your clothes?”

“As long as you’re not doing anything pervy in there, yeah. Our costumes should be a surprise to each other, too.”

“Relax, Harrington. I’m not gonna steal your tighty whities if that’s what you’re thinking. I can agree to your conditions though. Anything else?”

“What do I win when I end up having a better costume than you?”

“How about a dare?”

“A dare? Are we still in middle school?”

“You’re just scared of what I’ll make you do when I win.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Then you’ll have no problem agreeing to this competition.”

“Fine,” Steve said as he stuck out his hand for Eddie to shake. “You’re on. But, when I win, you’re streaking across the football field during the next home game.”

“Aww, Steve,” Eddie said with a devilish smirk as he gripped his hand, “If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask.”

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Two days before the Halloween party, Eddie showed up on Steve’s doorstep.

“I’m here on a mission to collect my costume Harrington,” he said as he leaned against the doorframe. “Lead the way to your room and then make yourself scarce so I can grab what I need.”

Steve stepped aside to make room for Eddie to enter his house before making his way upstairs and down the hall to his room. He hadn’t realized it when he initially agreed to it, but the idea of Eddie having unsupervised access to his bedroom made him nervous for reasons he couldn’t fully explain. He was pretty sure he didn’t have anything to hide, but that didn’t stop him from worrying about what Eddie might find.

“Okay, so pretty much everything is in the closet,” Steve said as he opened his bedroom door, “but there’s some stuff in the dresser, and there’s a basket of laundry I haven’t put away yet, too.”

“Anything off limits?” Eddie asked. He tossed the duffle bag he was carrying onto Steve’s bed and made his way over to the closet.

“I’ve gotta work tomorrow, so you can’t take my Family Video vest, but anything else should be okay.” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall.

“Noted. Now get out so I can get started.” Eddie made a shooing motion with his hands.

“I’ll be down in the den if you need anything. Just let me know when you’re done.”

Once he was back downstairs, Steve tried to focus on the movie that he’d been watching, but his mind kept wandering back upstairs to where Eddie was combing through his closet and drawers looking for who knows what to make his costume. This definitely wasn’t what he’d imagined Eddie would be doing the first time he entered his room. Not that Steve ever thought about that. Or at least, he didn’t think about it often.

So, instead of following along with whatever was happening in the slasher film in front of him, he thought about Eddie finding the drawer full of sweaters that his mom bought him to wear for the family Christmas card every year, and Eddie making snarky comments about how neat and organized his closet was, and just Eddie.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t realize that Eddie had made his way back downstairs until the older boy had gripped his shoulder from behind, causing him to jump at least a foot off the couch.

“Jesus, Munson. Don’t do that.”

“You’re jumpier than I thought you’d be for someone who’s battled monsters on more than one occasion,” Eddie said as he climbed over the back of the couch to take a seat next to Steve.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t hear you coming, and it’s only because I’m watching a scary movie. If it had been anything else, I wouldn’t have reacted that way.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

"So, did you find what you were looking for?" Steve asked, trying to change the subject.

Eddie held up his duffle bag. "Got everything I need right here. Get ready for the dare of your life, Harrington. I've got this competition in the bag."

"In your dreams."

Steve watched as Eddie turned his attention toward the TV. Nightmare on Elm Street was playing, and the scene where Nancy's boyfriend was about to meet his demise had just started.

"You know, if we hadn't made this bet, I'd suggest you be him for Halloween," Eddie said as he pointed at the screen. "I think you could pull off a crop top."

"I'm pretty sure my crop top days are behind me. The demobats kinda ruined the appeal."

"What are you talking about? You could still pull it off. Besides, ladies love scars."

What about you? Do you love scars? Steve was surprised by his thoughts, but he was still too afraid to say them out loud. He didn't understand what he was feeling, and he didn't know if Eddie was even actually into him anyway. He couldn't tell if it was flirting or if that was just the way that Eddie was. He didn't know if Eddie even liked guys. Hell, Steve didn't know if he liked guys himself. All he knew was that he was starting to think that he liked Eddie.

So, instead of saying what he was still too afraid to say, he turned his attention back towards the TV again, and watched the rest of the movie in silence.

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The next day, Steve headed to Eddie's trailer as soon as his shift at Family Video was over. He realized that he probably shouldn't have waited until the last minute to come and get a costume, but he was never all that great about planning for things in advance, so it was a late night visit to the trailer park for him.

“Finally come to pick out a costume?” Eddie asked when he saw that it was Steve at his door. “I was kind of hoping you’d forget to come over and let me win by default.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” Steve said with a shrug as he stepped into the trailer.

“Don’t be. It’ll be more fun for me when I win if you actually try.”

Eddie led the way back to his bedroom and stood aside to let Steve enter the room.

“Anything off limits?” Steve asked.

“Go nuts.”

Steve shut Eddie out of the room and stood back trying to determine where to start. There was a part of him that wanted nothing more than to snoop around the room and see what he could learn about the boy who wouldn’t leave his thoughts. But it looked like Eddie hadn’t snooped through his room when he’d left, so he was trying to give him the same courtesy.

Instead, Steve moved about the room grabbing the clothes that he needed to put together the look he was going for and shoving them in his backpack. Despite the chaos that was Eddie’s room, he found pretty much everything that he needed relatively quickly. There was just one thing he still needed.

“Finished already?” Eddie asked from his spot lounging on the sofa when Steve exited his bedroom.

“Almost.” Steve walked towards the couch and stood over Eddie. “Give me your hand.”

“You wanna hold my hand, Stevie? I didn’t realize you were such a romantic.”

“I just wanted your rings,” Steve said, trying not to let his brain short circuit.

“You wound me.” Eddie feigned offense and placed his hands over his heart. “I guess you can have the rings, too. But, if you lose any of them, I might have to kill you.”

“I promise I won’t lose them.”

Steve watched as Eddie slowly took off his rings trying to memorize where he wore each one. On his right ring finger, he wore a simple silver ring, and in order from his index finger to his ring finger, he wore a cross with skulls, a hog’s head, and a fanged skull on the left hand. He had never been so mesmerized by the simple act of someone taking off their rings, but then again, no one had ever really caught his attention in the way that Eddie had before.

Eddie took Steve’s hand in his and placed his rings on Steve’s upturned palm before curling his fingers around them. Steve felt a jolt of electricity surge through his body as their fingers brushed together, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was the only one feeling it.

He took the rings and carefully zipped them into the front pocket of his backpack.

“I’ll guard these with my life,” he promised.

“You better. So, you wanna stay and hang out for a while? Maybe watch a movie?”

“As much as I’d like to, I probably shouldn’t. I’ve gotta open tomorrow, and I’m sick of Keith yelling at me for coming in late.”

“Yeah, I get it. I’ll see you at the party then?”

“Definitely. Prepare to lose, Munson.”

“In your dreams, Harrington.”

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When Steve arrived at the Halloween party, Eddie was the only one left to arrive. Somehow, Robin had convinced Nancy to dress as the Magenta to her Riff Raff, and the two were deep in conversation with Will the Wise and Jonathan who had once again dressed as a guy who didn’t care about Halloween. El was wearing a witch’s outfit that would have looked somewhat juvenile on anyone else but suited her perfectly, and Mike was dressed as Luke Skywalker. Lucas was sitting in the corner pouting next to Max. Both of them were dressed as Han Solo.

“All I’m saying is that if you’re going to ask me to wear a couple’s costume with you, you should maybe specify which part of the couple you wanted to be,” Max said with a smirk.

“And all I’m saying is that it’s pretty obvious that I would want to be Han Solo when given the choice between him and Princess Leia.”

Steve had to suppress a laugh at that one. Only Max would choose to mess with Lucas in that way.

“Alright, let me see the costume,” Dustin said as he approached Steve, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room. From the amount of time he’d spent with Dustin and Eddie, he knew that his friend was dressed up as some sort of DnD character, but he couldn’t have told you which one if his life depended on it.

Steve took a step forward and slowly turned in front of friends. He had Eddie’s look nailed perfectly. He had started with a pair of Eddie’s ripped jeans and his Hellfire Club shirt. On top of that went the leather jacket and the battle vest. He’d even tried to get all of his accessories in from the chain on his jeans and the bandana in his back pocket to the rings and his guitar pick necklace.

“I’m actually impressed,” Robin told him. “I really didn’t think you were going to be able to pull this off.”

“Your lack of faith in me is shocking.”

“She’s got a point,” Dustin added. “We all kind of figured that you’d forget to go and get a costume.”

“I’m deeply offended.”

“So, when did you remember to pick up your costume then?” Robin asked.

“Irrelevant.”

“I rest my case.”

The general consensus from the group was that Steve went above and beyond their expectations, and he was pretty sure that it was going to be impossible for Eddie to beat him now. What was he going to do? Show up in a striped polo? There was no typical look of Steve’s that could compete with how well he’d nailed Eddie’s day to day appearance. He had this competition in the bag.

And then, Eddie arrived at the party. He took one step into the room and twirled the ice cream scoop in his hand before sticking it in the holster on his shorts. Steve buried his face in the palm of his hand as the rest of the group started to cheer. Eddie Munson had shown up in his Scoops Ahoy uniform.

“You came as Popeye!” Robin said, trying and failing to hold in her laughter.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Steve groaned. “Out of everything in my closet, you had to pick that? How did you even know that existed?”

“You think I never saw you wearing this while you were working?” Eddie asked. “Just because I never actually went into that ice cream shop doesn’t mean I was never at the mall. I just preferred the cheap Chinese food when I was in the food court.”

Eddie adjusted the sailor hat on his head and gave a little spin to show off his outfit before he grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him to the stand in the center of the room with him.

“I think we should put Steve here out of his misery and conduct our vote already. I’m ready to be declared the winner and collect my prize.”

“They could still vote for me,” Steve insisted. “I still have a chance.”

“No, you don’t,” Dustin said. “All in favor of Steve winning, raise your hand.”

No one moved.

“Now, all in favor of Eddie winning.”

Everyone’s hands shot up.

“Eddie Munson is the winner!” The group applauded as Eddie made a show of bowing.

“Thank you. Thank you. Your votes mean the world to me,” he said. “I have so many people to thank for this award. Robin for suggesting this be a competition in the first place because without her there’d be nothing for me to win. And Harrington over here for not throwing away this gem of a uniform. This honor is as much yours as it is mine because I don’t think I could have won in any other outfit.”

“I don’t know,” Nancy said as she sipped her drink. “I probably still would have voted for you if you showed up in that one yellow sweater.”

“You all are a bunch of traitors,” Steve said as he walked over to where they’d set up the refreshments. “I’ll remember this betrayal the next time any of you want me to drive you anywhere or ignore your late fees at Family Video.”

“I can’t help with the car, but I can also ignore your late fees if he won’t,” Robin interjected.

“Double betrayer.”

“I’ve gotta say,” Eddie said as he joined Steve at the refreshments table, “You don’t look half bad in my clothes. I think they’d look better on my bedroom floor though.”

“I’m pretty sure half of your clothes were already there,” Steve said with a smirk.

“You might be right about that.” Eddie looked down at his hands, and Steve thought that this was maybe the first time he didn’t look confident about what he was going to say next.

“So, I think I know what I want my dare to be.”

“You came up with one that quickly?”

“Says the guy who had a dare picked out the second I said that should be the prize.”

“Fair enough. So, what’s the dare?”

“I dare you to go out with me.”

“Like, on a date?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said as he made eye contact. “A date. I dare you to go on a date with me next Friday. Work schedule permitting.”

If Steve hadn’t known whether or not Eddie was really flirting with him before, he certainly had his answer now.

“Alright,” Steve said. “You’re on. Pick me up at seven.”

“Seven it is.”

Steve took a sip of the drink he’d poured and smirked over at Eddie.

“You know, you wasted your dare. Could have made me do something really juicy.”

“I could have?”

“Eddie, if you wanted to go out with me, all you had to do was ask.”

#steddie #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #stranger things fanfic

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tendouluvr · 4 years ago

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aizawa calling you clingy - gn reader

- [attempt at] angst to fluff

- warnings: being called clingy, aizawa gets annoyed with reader and berates them, one use of the word ‘shit’

- wc: 1.9k

a/n: this wasnt......as sad as i wanted... i cant tell if im just not so good at writing angst or immune to it T_T

once again, not edited!

#! aizawa!!!! eee

#! hes a levelheaded man so arguments are rare

#! u both trust one another so theres no reason to have doubts in ur relationship

#! being his s/o, he tells u things thats not so easy to tell others over time, and you’re patient enough to let him take however much time he needs to let u in

#! however, years of keeping to himself most of the time doesnt just disappear even if you’re his s/o

#! so aizawa does have this tendency to close off and distance himself from u bc of his stress and insecurities

walking through the spacious halls of ua, you were headed towards your lovely boyfriend. aizawas been pretty busy lately with teaching his class, making sure no one is being left behind progress wise, doing his job as a pro-hero, and then spending his free time training with shinsou.

you knew showing up at school unexpectedly was something aizawa found irky, that’s why you made sure to tell him the night before that you would be coming during lunch time to bring him some yummy homemade food.

humming softly to yourself, you finally reached the door opening to class 1-A and walked in. the classroom was empty, but there at the front was no one other than mr. aizawa shouta. you quickly greeted him with a smile and he turned to look at you.

“what are you doing here?” he slowly asked with a look of confusion.

“i brought you some food! did you eat yet? i hope not, i made-,” you quickly stopped talking once you noticed the look he was giving you.

“why are you here? i already told you, you shouldnt be showing up without letting me know first. our relationship is quiet, if the students see they’ll get noisy and ask questions, i’ll get bombarded by my colleagues, and it’ll put you in danger if words get out. did anyone see you coming here? can you listen to me for once instead of continuing to always be near me? you’re so damn clingy and need to start thinking about the consequences your action will bring. i already ate, just go home before anything happens.”

your jaw dropped a little after hearing what he just said to you. did he not remember what you told him last night?

worst of all, you couldnt believe he just called you clingy. you just wanted to do something nice for him by making his favorite food hoping that it’ll relieve some of the stress thats been building up, but he just thought of you as clingy.

fine, if clingy is what you are then you’ll stop bothering him. you quickly whispered an apology, not sure if he could hear or not, and began making your way back home as fast as possible. the food you made for him was still tightly grasped in your hand.

due to the new dormitories, aizawa stays at ua majority of the time. he comes home to your shared apartment whenever he can to spend time with you. unfortunately, those time aren’t usually much because as soon as he’s free, he’s quick to do something else.

once you’ve made it home, you packed the food away and put it in the fridge. you felt your phone buzzing repeatedly, already guessing who it could possibly be, you took it out to see it was your boyfriend.

shou <3: im sorry

shou <3: honey, im so sorry. pls text me back when u can

shou <3: i know what i said hurted u, but i promise u i dont mean it. pls just call me or text me so we can talk about this

shou <3: i have to go back now. but i love u. so much.

staring at your screen, you contemplated texting him back.

letting out a sigh, you decided not to.

putting your phone to the side, you walked to the bedroom and changed out of your clothes into the comfy pjs you were wearing right before you left.

seeing that there was nothing for you to do other than wallow in your insecurities and let out a few tears, you got into bed and made yourself comfortable for an afternoon nap.

aizawa on the other hand was at school and distracted. his own words kept replaying over and over in his head and all he wants to do is smack himself a few times (after comforting u ofc).

his students could tell he was in a badder mood than usual so they collectively agreed to not worsen it (one particular student does not care. can u guess?). aizawa just wanted the day to pass so he can apologize to you directly and make it up with some cuddling.

despite being distracted with planning his apology and thinking about you, he was still teaching as he should and constantly telling his students to be quiet because he’s intimidating like that.

a few hours passed, the students are back in their dorms and some of the teachers are still in school finishing up some work. the hallways were empty and silent, and the weather outside was nice and calm - not too sunny with just the right amount of wind.

however, if you were to peek your head inside of class 1-A at the moment, the environment is an exact 180. aizawa is quickly trying to grade the remaining stack of papers he has on his desk so he can leave as soon as he can. there’s papers everywhere, he’s not so sure where the answer key went off to but to hell with the answer key. he just needs to go home.

his hair is messily tied up and his lips have probably been gnawed off by now. as soon as school ended, he got out his phone to see if you replied and sadly you didn’t. he doesn’t blame you though, considering all of the shit he said to you earlier.

finally writing down the fat score in red pen onto the final paper, he gathers everything and put to the side of his desk and packed up his stuff. his stuff being his yellow sleeping bag and that’s it.

he went to his room first to clean himself up a bit, and then grabbed a taxi to go to your shared apartment. arriving at the front door, he takes out his copy of the key and entered.

first thing he noticed while entering and taking off his shoes was that the apartment was dark and quiet. he made his way to the kitchen first and turned on its lights to check the fridge. in the fridge laid the food you made for him earlier today. he took it out to start heating it up in the microwave then he walks away from the food and to your bedroom.

quietly opening the door, he poked his head in to see you laying on your side with your back facing the door. he assumed you were asleep and gently closed the door to not wake you up. he made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge of it.

you, feeling the bed dip, slowly opened your eyes to be greeted with the sight of your boyfriend gingerly brushing his fingertips across your cheekbones. he notices that you’re awake and looks up to meet your eyes.

making eye contact with him, you quietly grunted and brought the blanket up to cover your face while turning your entire body to the other side to ignore him. aizawa sighed and brought his hand down to rest on your waist as he begins talking.

“yn... i know you’re.. mad at me for the things i said to you earlier, but i’m truly sorry. i know saying i didn’t mean it isn’t good enough for you to forgive me, but i want you to know i’m really really sorry. i’ve been so busy for the past few days, my head is all over the place, seeing you at school just got me overthinking and worried that i ended up saying things about you that’s not true at all. i love you so much, hun. you’re the best thing to happen to me. you don’t have to forgive me now, i understand if you want some space.”

it was silent for some time after he finished his apology. the echoing silence was slowly making aizawa worried that you’ll leave him, but he won’t tell you that. thinking that you wanted space, he lifted his shaky hand off of your waist and moved to get off of the bed when you suddenly grabbed onto his hand to keep him there.

“i...i told you the day before that i was going to be visiting you during lunch time. did you not remember? or even hear me tell you?”

aizawa situated himself back down onto the bed before replying. “if i’m being honest, i don’t really remember much of that day at all. my brain was occupied with work and rest, so i was practically drained by the end of the night. i’m sorry i took it out on you, it’s my fault for overworking when i know you’ve been trying to help.”

letting out a soft sigh, you turned your body back towards him. still holding onto his hand, you carefully slotted your fingers in between his and pulled him down to lay with you. he immediately found comfort in this and placed his head into your neck. you could feel his facial hair against your skin making you let out a quiet giggle.

“i love you. i know you have a habit to overwork since that’s all you did before we dated, but please shou, take care of yourself. im not talking physically, cuz you’re already so damn fine, but mentally. i hate seeing you bury yourself in work and training that it even makes me tired just watching you.”

he grumbled something against your neck - his usual reaction to you complimenting him - and held onto you tighter while putting light kisses on your collarbone.

“i know. i will. please bear with me, i know i’m a pain but i’ll always try to be my best for you. i’m never letting you go, love you too much for that.”

“hmm? who said i’m going? you’re stuck with me forever just so you know,” you laughed and patted his head before rising from the bed.

“i heard you heating up the food earlier. get up and come eat,” you tugged aizawa to get him off the bed.

he grumbled once again because he was being forced to leave the warm comfort of your shared bed, but followed you out anyway holding onto your hand.

“wait. you heard me entering? so you were pretending to sleep when i got here?! not funny, babe. not funny. -also don’t take sleep for granted. i did and look where that got me. stop laughing!”

bonus:

it was the next day and aizawa just finished passing out the grades he rushed grading yesterday. even though it was rushed, he was confident that there wasn’t any mistakes-

“aizawa sensei, you marked this question wrong when it’s right. this one too. and this other one on the last page. are you trying to fail me?!” denki dramatically wailed as he showed aizawa his papers.

guess he did make mistakes after all.

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