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ansicred · 11 months ago
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break the silence | friendship dynamic (angst edition)
Stuck in a depression hole (somewhat of his own doing), Azz calls Gray in a desperate bid for a distraction. setting: Azz's AWO housing flat, New Year's Eve 2014 characters involved: Azz & Gray Luna warnings: ptsd , death mention , grooming + rape mention , scar detailing , possibly more but i'm unsure
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sadkachow · 17 days ago
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(cw: brief mentions of internalized arophobia)
now that i've actually realized i'm arospec, i'm starting to notice just how obvious it was. like, i've suspected it a few times in my life, but each time i was like "nooo, i can't POSSIBLY be aromantic". and, um. yeah, so that was a lie.
so, here's a:
list of things that probably should've made me realize/accept i was arospec before i actually did:
only ever had "crushes" on people that either would have made social sense for me to, i just thought were really cool and wanted to be friends with, or people who either confessed or me first or who other people assumed i had a crush on. i legit just went through a list of these with my friends, and literally everyone single one of the people on it was one or more of these three things. speaking of that is:
only ever had a "crush" on literally six people. six. this doesn't count what was assumed to be "crushes" on fictional characters, but even that i'm??? not really sure if i ever did??? plus, the first crush i can remember having wasn't until i was like 9, which would've been around the time that kids at school started getting more into having "crushes"
always got frustrated when i wasn't believed about not having a crush on someone.
that Uncomfy feeling in my tummy the few times when i actually got into a "relationship" with someone and literally anything "romantic" happened ever. seriously i would be trying to be all "romantic" and stuff, and i'd be like "huh, what is this weird all-consuming nausea i am experiencing? why do i feel absolutely awful being perceived to be in a relationship or acting romantic?? i'm sure it's nothing!!!"
my confusion at dating culture. @theeviltwinduh can attest to the rambles/rants i've been on about how weird i find dating culture, specifically the fact that people just. meet people for the sole effort of getting into relationships.
my inability to actually express what crushes felt like and my confusion about what it meant to have one. furthermore, my confusion about what actually qualified as romantic and what separated those feelings from other ones. (i still don't really get this one. i just??? what makes something romantic??? how do people Know??? why are certain behaviors perceived as only for romantic relationships and no one else??? what makes those things inherently romantic, other than just that society deems them so???)
finding characters and people attractive, but never actually really imagining myself in a relationship with them. or if i ever did, it was just kinda like a friendship.
really really liking the idea of qprs for a reason i could not explain. and also being confused about the differences between qprs and romance bc idk what romance is supposed to feel like.
liking the concept of "being in a relationship" but literally any time that concept is brought up as an actually possibility just having fight or flight instincts kicking in (mainly just flight)
when imagining my future and trying to imagine a partner, just kinda seeing some sort of formless blob. or not imagining one at all. or just imagining like a really good friend type thing.
literally ID-ing as aro at one point but being like "nooo i can't possibly be aro!!! i've "totally" had crushes on people before!!!"
that's really all i can think of right now, but i'm sure there's definitely more!
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freeuselandonorris · 9 months ago
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what has been your favourite concert?
hi anon! (are you always the same anon? are there multiple trivia question anons?)
anyway. i have an answer for this one that requires some explaining.
first up, cw for discussion of self harm.
so, by virtue of being very old, i was a fan of my chemical romance from the very early days, when they were still playing tiny venues and you could hang around outside after the gig and they'd just be wandering around loading gear and stuff. gerard and mikey owe me about five packs of cigarettes at this point bc they used to just bum them off us.
i was maybe 15, 16 and i was mentally in a catastrophically bad place, and pretty much the only thing keeping me going at times was counting down to the next mcr gig i had booked.
one of these gigs, i'd been queueing up all day and it was fucking BOILING in the venue and i was front row. it was either take off my hoodie or pass out, but my arms at the time were covered from wrist to elbow with fairly severe SH. i had bracelets and stuff on, but it was pretty visible.
anyyway, in those days gerard used to spend half the gig hanging over the front row so they were pretty close and obviously at some point spotted my arms. idk if they recognised me, i have recognisable hair and they knew me to say hi to by that point. either way, after venom, they came down to the barrier, grabbed my hand and looked me dead in the eyes and yelled out to the crowd (i'm paraphrasing obviously, but it was something along these lines) "if you ever feel like hurting yourself, i want you to put our records on and go do something else, talk to your friends, talk to your mom, anything else. no more hurting yourself."
and like, bear in mind that gerard was my fucking IDOL at the time. i would have walked across hot coals if they'd asked. so i stopped. a couple of relapses, sure, but for the most part i went cold turkey from that point.
gerard later met my mum, who thanked them profusely, and they ended up having a very long and involved conversation about carl jung.
anyway that's why i owe g-way probably my life, and that was my favourite gig :)
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dawning-day · 10 months ago
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top 15 tv shows (in no particular order except i did number them bc otherwise i would forget to do 15)( love u @soleadita and fuck with the icon change immensely)
crashing (2016) call me marissa cooper the way i am ruthlessly stealing this pick but yeah it's. it's insane and fantastic and terrible and beautiful and so much happens so fast but its so so important to me
inside job (it's gross and weird and funny and sad and it's one of the only times i was genuinely upset when i heard about a show being cancelled)
young justice (pointing at an on fire garbage can - this is my son and i love him)
gilmore girls (comfort media of all time what else do you need)
bob's burgers (similar to the above it's very i am falling asleep to the weird bisexual man who is a mess at all times except for how much he loves his family)
fleabag (why yes i have a perfectly normal relationship with the catholic church and the concept of being truly known. why would you ask. and yeah i real life cried)
yuri on ice (idk if anime counts but fuck around and find out this is My List (tm)) ((it's beautiful and soft and lovely and sad and stressful and i listened to the instrumental track so many times it was on my spotify top songs. it's literally just a piano and a boy with a dream and i have wept about it))
given (it's the first anime i ever watched all the way through which in retrospect, fucking insane way to come out of the gate. as a Band Kid (tm) who wanted to be a theater kid but was bad at speaking in front of groups of people, this show did a lot to my psyche in the best way possible)
will (enough with the tears its time for something almost embarrassingly niche. in 2017 TNT had a drama series about william shakespeare and to this day it remains one of the greatest things ive ever seen. jamie campell bower plays the sluttiest version of christopher marlowe you've ever seen in your life. it's chaotic and ridiculous and i absolutely adore it. i have no idea where to find it im pretty sure they want us to forget it exists but i cant)
numb3rs (silly little show about a nervous man who solves murder with the power of math and being a pathetic little wife guy to the hottest woman ive ever seen. theres an episode about trains that i think rewired something in my brain)
white collar (look at me. obviously im a white collar guy. come on now)
invincible (i think ive seen the pilot episode like 4 times. i genuinely think it redefined to me what superhero media could be. oh i adore it more than anything. it's only 9 because i haven't seen season 2 yet but holy shit. holy shit. media of all time. if you want to know me fundamentally and wholly please watch the pilot. i'll watch it again anytime im not kidding)
teen titans (cherished childhood media of all time. only group of people who have ever understood dick grayson)
bridgerton season 2 (i'm bias on account of just finishing it yesterday but holy shit two people have never been in love like they are in love)
the flash (cw) (im sorry to both my mother and god for this one but unfortunately i don't have taste and also it's the reason i started caring about dc in the first place which is the reason i got back on tumblr and met all the cherished gay people in my telephone so yeah. barry allen's allowed to be cringe as fuck i owe him everything)
leo already tagged everyone i know on here but if u see this pls do it and @ me im nosy
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bosspigeon · 1 year ago
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1, 2, 6, 9, 24, 25, 26, and 30 for pyre :3c
soooo im gonna put this under a cut bc its A Chunk Of Words and it's also kind of heavy in places, given Pyre's backstory is uuuuh not all that pleasant. CW for allusions to past slavery
1. What was your Tav’s place of birth and raising like?
Pyre was born in Thay to a succubus mother and an unknown father, and was abandoned fairly young. He was in his teens when he was sold to an Archmage, as demons and their ilk are typically seen as trophies and tools more than anything in Thay. His master was an older elf who was working to become a lich in order to maintain his wealth, knowledge, and standing eternally, without losing his mind in the process.
2. What relationship did your Tav have with their family/guardian(s) growing up? Has that changed with age?
He never really knew his "family," and his relationship with his master was essentially the only thing he knew for a very long time. His master was incredibly paranoid about all his secrets and arcane knowledge, and didn't trust having living servants in his manor. So, Pyre was tended to daily by an entourage of undead thralls. The ones who took care of him weren't able to speak, and he was never sure if they understood him beyond basic requests and commands, but he gave a few of them names and would have conversations with them when his master was busy with something else. It's why he's actually pretty chill with intelligent undead, even if he's got some complicated feelings about necromancy in general.
6. What is your Tav’s favourite childhood memory?
The first time he ever flew. He threw himself off a tower of his master's manor. He didn't get far before he was shot down, but for a brief moment he knew what freedom tasted like. It ended with his wings being removed, but he never forgot how incredible it felt in the moment, and he attributes that moment to his eventual escape. It was incredibly bittersweet, but he doesn't think he'd have survived what he went through without that memory buoying him.
9. What was your Tav doing when they were taken by the mind flayers?
Tbh probably just traveling. He no longer considers himself a soldier, but he was still acting as a wandering mercenary more than anything. He was likely helping tiefling refugees in his own right.
24. What first impression does your Tav give off to strangers?
B....big. No, seriously, this man is enormous. He's like scraping 7 ft, and im not sure if im counting the horns or not bc im indecisive. He's also eerily quiet for how big he is and the armor he's wearing. Very much the typical strong, silent type that could crush your head like a soda can with his bare hands if pressed.
25. How does your Tav feel about what others think of them?
He Does Not Care <3 He stopped caring about that shit a long time ago, and tbh I think he feels all the freer for it. Too much f his life was lost being treated like a doll, carved and twisted into someone else's desired image, for him to give a single fuck about what someone else thinks about the man he made himself with fire and fury and bloody-mouthed determination.
26. Does your Tav have a treasured item with them? If yes, what is it and why is it special? If no, how do they feel about item sentimentality in general?
He's a fairly simple man, and he's also constantly on the move, so he tends to pack light and only necessities, but he's got a small book of poetry that has Seen Some Shit. it's one of the first things he ever bought for himself when he was free. It's thumbed through, the spine is broken, and there are pressed flowers between the pages.
30. What are your Tav’s intentions/goals after the end of the game?
Tbh, I'm not sure about this one yet! He's been a wanderer for so long, he doesn't really know much else. I think he and Astarion would just wander together for a while, go adventuring. Pyre's dedication is more to his oath than to Selune, so he'd probably still feel the urge to go where he thinks he's needed, but I also think the both of them have earned the right to rest and just be safe.
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meowzfordayz · 3 years ago
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Hello!!! Could I please request some Sanemi headcanons? You heard of enemies to lovers but hear me out... lovers to enemies to lovers. I just see it happening so easily with him. If you feel inspired enough I'd love to read your interpretation 💕 thank you!!
Ty for your request !! ☺️ My hcs basically always turn into semi preferences/one shots, BUT the style of hcs remains ?? Aka that's why I get carried awaaay... and also why this took ~weeks (12 days). 🤪 It's officially Thu here, so I'm sending you terrific, tender, triumphant vibes! 💖
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Author’s Note: LITERALLY 2,000+ WORDS OF ~hcs. 😂 Fml.
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lovers to enemies to lovers
Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader
Word Count: ~2,400
CW: explicit language
~faqs~
I also see lovers to enemies to lovers happening easily w/ Sanemi, bc I just don’t think he knows how to love someone romantically (at first, ofc)
That being said, I feel that lovers to enemies to lovers isn’t exactly accurate either
More like he falls in love slowly, gradually, all at once — intensely, too intensely
And things don’t work out the first time around bc he’s too immature
First loves sink into your bones, imprint themselves through the veins of your soul
And almost everyone isn’t prepared, isn’t wise enough, experienced enough—isn’t ready—to deal w/ that sort of permanence
Sanemi is no exception
He has the infatuation, the flattery, the obsession down to a T
And you fall in just as hard bc heck, he’s your first love too
How do you reject someone who looks at you differently than everyone else?
Someone whose tone softens, eyes widen, jaw unclenches, ~just for you
Someone who promises to pluck the stars from the sky, collect morning dew from delicate grasses, dance w/ you regardless of who’s watching
Someone who, normally, is so brusque, stubborn, ignorant
But softly melts into the knowingness of your smile, allows you to rub salve onto his cuts and bruises, listens intently and greedily bc they don’t want to miss a thing when it comes to you
How do you reject someone like that?
Someone who murmurs, assuming you’re asleep, that he’s grateful he fell for you
That he knows it took ~a while, but he’s w/ you now, and I don’t want to think about a moment w/ you, I’m kind of hoping for forever (ty 5 Seconds of Summer for writing such a breathtaking line in Talk Fast)
Someone who admits, still assuming you’re asleep, that his scars flutter when your fingertips brush across them—someone who lets you touch his scars—whispering their stories to you as the sun slowly rises, his tears dripping intimately onto your bare skin
Someone who wakes you w/ gentle, feathery caresses, marveling at the flecks of sunlight in your drowsy eyes
Someone who laughs sheepishly when you ask Did you sleep, at all? bc he didn’t sleep, yet feels so light and airy and exhilarated
How do you reject Sanemi?
You reject him when you realize how quickly he is to anger
Not explicitly toward you, but indirectly tied to your interactions — to how others interact w/ you
Jealousy, of the unattractive brand
Insecurity w/o trust
I was just ordering tea, Sanemi you mumble — he counters sharply, a bitter Oh sure, that’s what you were doing, but that’s not what they were thinking
Did you enjoy yourself? he’s snarky when you return from a morning, an afternoon, a night, w/o him I did, Sanemi you sigh You said you didn’t feel like joining. You know you were welcome to come
You reject him when he behaves selfishly, unyielding, compromise a foreign word to him
Could we talk about this? you plead, prodding futilely at his coolness — whatever you’re arguing about isn’t serious, but the fact that he’s so unmoving, so arrogant, disbelieving in the importance of processing anything together There’s nothing to talk about, I’m fine
But you’re not fine
You reject him when you realize, as much as he insists he loves you, his every affection hides behind a thin, transparent wall
Whether or not he recognizes this, well, you doubt he does
He’s just too hot and cold
Too apologetic yet prideful
Reeling you in w/ puppy eyes and stolen kisses, hand picked wildflowers and hand cooked snacks
Only to push—shove—you w/ projections of frustration, self deprecation
It’s not you, it’s me
And eventually, you agree
It is him
And you deserve better
Better than someone who isn’t there yet
Someone wishes for a future w/ you, even as they exclude you from it
You’re blunt when you inform him that We’re done, Sanemi. I shouldn’t have to constantly play tug of war w/ my partner, and all you know how to do is fight
He gets it
Somewhat
Appreciates your honesty — your integrity to *not* lead him on
He also has a thousand and one questions
Fight? he wonders We rarely fought ??
He doesn’t understand that feigned nonchalance, avoidance, silence
Are all synonyms for this isn’t working
Good times being good don’t make up for bad times being bad
Love doesn’t fall perfectly into place ~just because
His confessions uttered in the secrecy, the safety, of your slumber
Aren’t the same as being vulnerable with you, for you
How can there be growth, depth when he does everything to you
How can there be growth, depth when he assumes that wanting is enough?
When he hasn’t learned that to want is one thing
And to progress, achieve, succeed is another
When he looks at love like a race — won and done
And hasn’t grasped that love is about who you come home to every night
That love is a changing, shifting, permanent being
As he watches you leave his estate, briskness in your step that wasn’t there before—that wasn’t there when you craved, desired, reciprocated his attention
He understands: he wasn’t ready to love you, even as he swears that’s all he could ever do
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Your time spent apart is… daunting
Time spent knowing you should be teasing I love you’s from his lips
Time spent knowing he doesn’t understand what I love you really entails
Not yet
You’re glad he hadn’t chased you
Hadn’t begged for, hadn’t spewed, unattainable forgiveness
But you miss him
You miss his potential
His promises scratched soothingly into your scalp
Still there
He promised, didn’t he?
And, he misses you
Misses how you’d rub his palm whenever you could tell he was pissed off
Misses how you’d flick his forehead whenever he did something cute
Misses how you’d yawn in his face, morning breath galore, and scoot closer, mouth soft and inviting against his before he could even protest Morning breath
The longer he dwells on the strength of your character, the fluidity of your quiet
The more he misses you
Not just what he got from you, but the simple fact of you
He misses how you’d confront his bullshit he always ran away
How you’d wait for him to talk he never did, at least, not like that
Knows you would’ve stayed if he had given you a reason to
He falls in love again, embracing the shadow of your distance
Second loves are steeped in wisdom, guided by shallows of regret, tempered with the hope of getting to share oneself completely
He’s ~more ready to deal w/ permanence
Sober to how I love you could actually feel
Curious, patient, longing to tell you I’ve learned a thing or two
Mind you, he doesn’t become “better” overnight
Over many nights
—I imagine this reflection takes Sanemi months, if not over a yr
It takes immense discipline, a particular flavor of loss, to embark on such a conscious journey
But Sanemi promised
He doesn’t know how “better” should look, sound, taste, or smell
Knowing that could take a lifetime
Prob multiple lifetimes
—He’s not diving into anyone else to “learn”, yanno? (he’s def not one for rebounds — too emotionally consuming)
But a pleasant, anxious warmth settles in his throat when he realizes: at the very least, he thinks he knows how “better”—how love—should feel
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Ofc, the tricky thing about parting ways
Is finding each other again
Tbf, you never fully escaped each other’s social circles
Bc again: you’re not enemies
Just, first loves that didn’t pan out
Like when you’re part of a friend group where everyone’s dated everyone lol
Except “everyone” is just you and Sanemi
But that doesn’t mean you’re all buddy buddy
Sanemi totally asks if you’re going to be at social events so he knows not to attend
He’s trying to be considerate, yanno? Of your boundaries and his heart
So it’s difficult for him when that pleasant, anxious warmth surfaces, bc
He’s unsure of how welcoming, accepting—happy unhappy—you might be
The usual fears of
Did I take too long?
Have I grown enough?
Have I grown at all?
What if they don’t want to see me?
What if they pretend they don’t see me?
How fucking awful would that be ??
What if they’ve moved on?
Could I restrain myself from punching a mf?
I should just ask Obanai ??
But he doesn’t ask Obanai
Instead, he just shows up to the next group outing, bc it’s still ~your (as in, both of you belong) group
Nerves curdle in his stomach when he arrives
This is the opposite of thoughtful, idiot
What a dick move
Turn around and gtfo before anyone notices you!
“Nemi?”
Ohmygosh he freezes
Tf was I worrying about? swallows sluggishly
Of-fucking-course they see me first can’t stop the bashful tinge dusting his cheeks
After all this time
You’re always the one
Meanwhile
You’re panicking at the slip of your tongue, at the ease and ache with which you address him
“I didn’t know you were coming?” you’re embarrassingly squeaky
“Me neither,” he chuckles, roughness revealing his tentativeness
“You look…” you pause, snorting internally at the cliche of your observation, “You look good.”
“I love you.”
—YOU CAN’T TELL ME HE’D BE SUAVE AFTER MONTHS/YR+ OF PINING AND REFLECTING AND YADA YADA LIKE HE’S FUCKING ON EDGE BURSTING W/ SOFT FEELINGS AND REGRETS AND YEARNING 🥲
“That’s… nice?”
Shocked, stunned, surprised is an understatement for what you’re feeling
And Sanemi visibly withers, ribs caving inward, eyes squeezing shut, unable to handle the spasms of loss wracking his heart
—You highkey just shattered his heart w/ your anticlimactic reaction lmao, but dw !! 😆
“You look good,” you repeat, and Sanemi swears you sound closer than you were when he shut his eyes
He looks good
Still a bit frayed, scattered, mended amateurly
Still a bit—a lot—awkward, unsteady, naive
But newfound sincerity lingers in the margin of his declaration
An obvious weight balancing his shoulders — a weight willingly gathered, nurtured, adored by him
Each stone a memory, a lesson, a regret, smoothed from its original form to a clearer, prouder shape
Abrasion dimmed to mild annoyance, bc Sanemi will ultimately be Sanemi, but he understands now that abrasion isn’t ~quirky
Jealousy faded to confidence, bc Sanemi understands now that you loved—love?—him too
Insecurity acknowledged, validated, permitted at a fair volume, bc Sanemi isn’t striving for ~idealized, but he understands now that he can—should—communicate his burdens
His thin, transparent wall of ~not ready carefully dismantled to let someone—you—in
“What’ve you been up to?”
Your apparent rejection stings, but he’s drunk on the tenderness in your voice—Maybe I’m not too late?—“Surviving.”
“Me too.”
Me too
Not I missed you
Not I still love you
Not Can we try again?
But if your surviving is Sanemi’s surviving, then
“I know, [y/n],” he rasps, “I know.”
He’s ready to love you (as ready as he’ll ever be) — knows that’s all he could ever do
And now he knows
You’re ready to love him too
—Altho y’all certainly beat around the bush for ~a couple of weeks, like, unbearable lovesick crush phase all over again 🥴🤗🥰
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GUESS WHAT?!
That ^^ was my 2nd attempt at writing this request, and below is my 1st
(this also happened w/ touch deprived teehee)
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Okayokay ngl I almost declined this request bc even tho I enjoy reading the lovers to enemies to lovers trope, I wasn’t sure how I’d personally write it 😆
BUT sleepy brain at work had an epiphany !!
Sooo here’s my take on Sanemi #lovers to enemies to lovers
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He’s def the type to rush in headfirst the moment he realizes he’s in love
No experience
No comprehension of what it means to be in a relationship
Like yeah Sanemi is lowkey my fave soft boiled egg 🥚 (I’ve used that analogy in other fanfics before hehe)
But he also doesn’t magically become a sensitive darling overnight
That being said, he doesn’t exactly go from lover to enemy either
More like whipped lover boi to toxic manchild to better man 😌
Lovers
Has an existential crisis when he first realizes he stares at you waaay too often
Is it bc you irritate him? Like when someone chews w/ their mouth open and it’s so grossly fascinating that you can’t look away?
Or does it have to do w/ the butterflies nausea in his gut?
Will the feeling disappear if he slaps himself hard enough?
Does he actually enjoy the feeling? 😳 Uh oh! He totally does!
You catch on once you notice how the tips of his ears seem permanently pink around you?
“How did just your ears get sunburnt?” you try asking him
His eyes widen, tongue heavy in his mouth as he gulps
Doesn’t. Say. A word.
Okaaay ?? You cross off Sunburn from your list of theories
Meanwhile, Sanemi’s been having weekly hype sessions w/ Obanai to build up the courage to admit his ✨feelings✨ for you
Fortunately for Sanemi, he’s cute when he’s crushing!
You quickly become accustomed to the adoring burn of his gaze following you whenever you’re nearby — you almost feel lonely w/o it
By the time he finally mumbles, “You’re beautiful,” translation: I’m pretty positive I love you you’re reasonably attracted yourself
It’s difficult to resist his brutish charm, yanno? Especially since he significantly—unknowingly—tones down the “brutish” around you (i.e. bad boy/mean jock who’s only nice to you 🥺)
Does this sound like it doesn’t end well? 🙃
—Everyone knows that bad boys/mean jocks are romanticized af and not green flags for a healthy relationship
—Riiight? Everyone knows this? Irl? Fiction aside? You deserve the best, and bad boys/mean jocks are not that! 😤
ding ding ding
It does not end well
—Dw tho! This is lovers to enemies to lovers !! So just hang on !!
Your honeymoon phase is sickeningly sweet
Shinobu genuinely starts researching new medicines for Sanemi bc he’s disturbingly not Sanemi
He dotes on you Constantly blushes around you
Turns into your personal complimenting machine
Briefly mention feeling hungry, thirsty, sleepy?
—Update ~1 week later lmao: I SWEAR I’M GOING TO FINISH THIS
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fr1d4y-wr1t1ng · 3 years ago
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Family Game Night, Disaster Edition!
“Hey!!” hiyoooo :)! “Can I request a sort of family game night scenario with a reader that's in the sleepybois?? Maybe something like uno? Idk, sorry this is so vague!! Also do u mind adding me as 💿 anon?”
WELCOME TO THE GANG 💿 ANON!! I'm so glad to have you (and everyone else) here!! I'm ngl this was one of the best rqs I think I've ever written. The vaugeness really helped get the juices flowing!! But I really hope you enjoy it, bc I sure did :).
Request: yes!! From our lovely 💿 anon!!
Genre: Familial Imagine!!
CW: Swearing and somewhat implied death?? Idk it's a one off but yeah.
Characters in Post: Philza, Technoblade, Wilbur, and Tommy.
Description: Family game night can be a little hectic... especially when hectic is the only thing you've known all your life.
(Bonus) Word Count: 777 :)
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The screaming… the yelling and the tears were too much for you. You could barely feel anything other than… rage. Pure adrenaline and rage filled you to your core… but you had to wait… for a good moment to strike…
“UNO!”
“NO-!”
As laughter filled the room yet again, you see as your brother Wilbur gets down to an Uno, yet again. It was torture for you, because you, as per usual were stuck with the MOST AMOUNT OF CARDS. As you patiently waited for your turn, you could see how Techno glared at Wilbur, almost like prey. It was hilarious, admittedly. But still somewhat… what’s the word… intimidating.
As Tommy placed down a green 4, you watched Philza intently. You wondered what his plan of action was to combat a green 4, you watched as he places down a green 2. It was finally your turn. “After you, y/n.” Your father murmured toward you, all eyes pointing at you like some caged beast.
You scanned through all your cards, making direct eye contact with Wilbur as you carefully placed down a green +2. Techno’s eyes seemed to sparkle as he placed down his own red +2. Wilbur sighed as he shamefully picked up his 4 cards, looking towards Tommy to see what he’d do for his turn. You and Techno celebrated with a small high-five under the table.
Tommy smirked as he placed a red reverse card, everyone’s eyes shifted towards Wilbur as he had to make his next move. As Wilbur slowly calculated what he’d place down. But your question wasn't what Wilbur was going to do next, it was how you ended up here. Playing Uno with your family instead of doing what you wanted to, reading.
~~Flashback~~
The sounds of silence filled your room as your eyes flicked towards the next paragraph. Tonight you just wanted to eat your food and read your book in peace. As you scanned through each word, every sentence making you ponder in intrigued thought, suddenly your state of mind went from your book to what the hell your brother, Tommy, was doing in your room.
“Y/nnnn. Phil says you gotta come downstairssss” He whined at you, perking your interest as you sat up to look at the messy boy in your doorway. “What do you mean?” you asked, unhappily setting your book down as your brother shrugged. “I don't fuckin’ know, he's just asking for everyone downstairs” as the meance finally left you alone, you groaned at the thought of leaving but, hesitantly left your room as you went down to your family.
As you entered the kitchen, seeing Wil leaning on the counter, and Techno standing in front of the fridge, you all looked at Phil and pondered the reason for gathering you all in the one place you usually never gathered in (other than the bathroom).
“So.” Phil clapped his hands together while looking at you all. “The pizza we ordered isn't going to here for another 45 minutes.” You and Tommy sighed, a bit upset over the long wait for your dinner. “-but instead of having you all go to your rooms-” Phil continued, his gaze making you feel as if he was piercing your soul, “we’re playing Uno.” you all groaned as your father laughed at your angsty selves.
Wilbur was the first to speak up, “but didn't you ban Uno after last time?” uncomfortable silence choked you out as you remembered the last time you played Uno… God those poor orphans… Phil awkwardly chuckled at he replied, “yes… but! It'll be fine this time, I'm sure of it.” you lightly smirked as you mumbled “as long as Techno isn't out of sight.” of course Phil and Wilbur started cracking up at your small comment while Techno merely ‘HEH!?’d at you.
Phil was the first to stop laughing, “oh c’mon, it’ll pass the time for at least 15 minutes.” Tommy was the first to sit at the table, excited for another game of Uno. Next were Wilbur and Techno, taking their seats and waiting patiently for the game to start. You were the last to the table. You quietly took your seat as you heard Philza quietly and precisely shuffle the cards.
~~End of Flashback~~
And that's how you ended up watching Wilbur win. His final card being placed down as the Pizza finally arrives. Tommy pouted at Wilbur, as your father got up to go get the door. “You're too good at this game!!” your brother complained, shaking Wilbur’s arm as a sign of protest.
And admittedly, this was way more entertaining than any fantasy world could be.
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sysba · 4 years ago
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for sage: hobbies / superstitions or views on the occult (i know the whole book is about that but if there's like a spesific thing/habit she has dlzkdş) / how do they express love / what is their fighting style like / what recharges them when they're feeling drained / also most prized possession bc i like this question for some reason fkzmdiz
cw: rated T for uhm implied stuff lol
“Those are a lot of questions.”
Sage rolls her eyes. “Syd, don’t be rude! You’re not even the one answering.”
“I’m just saying, you could find a better use for your time,” grumbles Syd with a shrug, but she adds nothing else.
With a small chuckle, Sage focuses back on the questions and starts listing, counting them on her fingers. “Let’s see, hobbies? Don’t really have those anymore, ever since almost dying the first time and becoming an outlaw supernatural hunter. The occult? Kinda sexy, although I’m not a fan of the whole ‘mortal peril’ situation. Love? I love no one. Fighting style would be kick ass and take names. I never feel drained, I’m awesome. And most prized possession? Zillah, for sure. That concludes it, I think.”
Bradley stares at her with one eyebrow cocked. "I have a few notes."
"As do I," growls Zillah, and he's looking sort of murderous (pretty much his usual self). "What in Ra's name, Sage? How am I your most prized possession? I'm definitely prized, but I'm sure as fuck not a possession, especially not yours."
She replies with a nonchalant shrug, but there's that familiar spark in her eyes that he immediately recognises. "Well, you lived in my head for years, and I don't remember you paying any rent. So now you're indebted to me, you gotta pay up."
"You little-", hisses Zillah, but she interrupts with a quick kiss and a chuckle.
"Aw c'mon baby, I was kidding!"
He mumbles something that doesn't sound very nice and shakes his head as he glares, and she knows she's in for some harsh retaliation, later.
From the corner of the sofa, Chris groans loudly. "Yeah, so that's how Sage expresses love. By annoying the everliving shit out of everyone."
Sage throws her head back in laughter.
Syd doesn't even look up from the book she's reading (something about dark spells). "And your fighting style is more, 'start a fight I can't win and then wait for Sydero to save my ass'. Every goddamn time."
"Hey!"
"For the record," chimes in Bradley before Sage can add anything else, "The part about her never feeling drained was also a lie. She looks like a zombie 90% of the time."
"Rude," protests Sage, but they both know he has a point (just as they know she won't give him the satisfaction of hearing he's right).
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translation (because they're all too chaotic and it's impossible to get answers):
hobbies: i guess binge-watching?
superstitions or views on the occult: she honestly got used to it quite quickly, she's always known there was something out there she couldn't explain. she just takes it one day at a time and hopes for the best lol
how do they express love: physical touch (if the person is comfortable; otherwise words of affirmation)
what is their fighting style like: taekwondo
what recharges them when they're feeling drained: s*x (so... zillah)
most prized possession: i don't think she has one! she tries not to be materialistic, since her lifestyle is kind of 'uncertain' yk?
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matth1w · 5 years ago
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Hey! Can you make a bucky x y/n story, around the time in CW, where Sam asked her to join their team, y/n has the same powers of Violet Parr, from the Incredibles lol, and Bucky is really impressed and everything is so cuTE, sorry I'm in need of a y/n that can be invisible and so badass, i love your stories, yoy have a really great future here in Tumblr, anyways thank u🥰🥰
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Violet
Pairing: Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier x Reader
Summary: With a fight between the Avengers brewing, Sam recruits a friend.
Warnings: None
Rating: Everyone
Word Count: 1,181
Note: I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting! Few bonus blurbs as my muse had other ideas about this couple.
As you were cleaning up the leftover plates and cups from the group, you heard someone clear their throat behind you.
You were surprised when you turned around to see Sam, a man you had come to befriend volunteering at the VA.
You gave him a smile and finished stacking up the unused plates.
“Hey Sam, haven’t seen you in a while.”
He chuckled as he walked over,
“Yeah, about that…”
You waved a hand before putting it in your back pocket,
“Nah, don’t worry about it.”
His smile slightly dropped as he looked into your eyes,
“Y/N, you remember how I told you I was a… pilot?”
His pointed look and emphasis on the word made you furrow your brows.
“Yeah…?”
Sam shifted on his feet, “Well, I’ve been helping out a friend and we could really use you.”
And there it was.
You looked at Sam with anger in your eyes for a moment. But you remembered he promised he would never ask for your help unless he truly needed it.
You closed your eyes for a second and sighed, trying to loosen the stress that was steadily growing on your shoulders.
When you opened your eyes, you saw Sam looking at you curiously, awaiting your answer.
“When do we start?”
~~
You watched the scene as the man who had introduced himself as Ant Man shook hands with Captain America. You would have to give Sam a talking to later, you would’ve appreciated knowing you were going to be partnering with some of the Avengers. And that the friend he had been helping was Captain America himself.
You squinted slightly at the man standing behind the comically small car. He looked like Bucky Barnes. THE Bucky Barnes from the Howling Commandos. You were going to kick Sam’s ass. He was friends with not one but two super soldiers?!
Being brought back to the present, you heard Steve clear his throat and look around.
“So, Sam,” he said with a very military commander voice, “I thought you said you were bringing someone.”
You almost laughed at how his disappointed look looked exactly like those cheesy PSA’s they showed on TV.
Sam shook his head and laughed, “I have a feeling she’ll come any second now.”
Taking that as your cue, you revealed yourself and sauntered over to the group. Their looks of surprise and awe boosted your ego. You especially liked the raised eyebrow you were receiving from Bucky.
Inside, of course, you felt a bit intimidated, but you kept your head held high as you made you way to the group.
You stood before them confidently and smiled, “Y/N. I figure Sam here told you about my powers?”
Steve spoke up, seeming to be a mix between amused and confused by the situation,
“No, actually, I don’t think he did.”
You looked over at your friend and rolled your eyes, well aware that he enjoyed dramatic entrances as much as you did.
~~
The team decided the best strategy would be to keep you hidden until you were needed. No one knew for sure, but they didn’t think the others would be able to sense you, especially if they didn’t think to look for you.
The plan was for you to stay atop the airport and Sam or Wanda would fly you in when the time was right. You had to say you didn’t mind it as you saw just who you were supposed to be fighting.
You watched as the Avengers clashed and tried to understand the powers and skills of each person. You couldn’t help but keep going back to watching Bucky. It made you nervous seeing how the man in the black suit kept chasing him. It seemed like he truly wanted to kill him.
You spoke into the comms,
“Sam, do you want me to go in? I can throw cat man off Bucky’s trail.”
Sam’s voice crackled in your ear, “You sure?”
Steve’s voice followed before you could reply, “Wait for Sam or Wanda to get you”.
Seeing as Bucky seemed to be having a harder and harder time fending off his foe, you decided to take matters into your own hands.
“I’m going in”.
You took a step off the side of the building and surrounded yourself with your force field. As you ran towards Bucky, you noticed Natasha pause but before she could move towards you, her body was engulfed in red and thrown back.
You continued to run towards the pair and watched in horror as the shining silver claws extended and his arm started to swing at Bucky, who was cornered.
Bucky closed his eyes, accepting that T’Challa had finally caught him but his eyes flew open when he heard a ‘thunk’. Looking up, he saw T’Challa confused but ready to strike again.
Bucky stared in awe and watched in amazement as you slid in beside him and yelled, pushing your force field forward and throwing your opponent into the jet 50 feet behind him.
You revealed yourself and smiled at Bucky, breathing heavily from the exertion. He just looked back at you, mouth agape. Before you could say anything else, you heard Sam’s voice in your ear again,
“Y/N, stop your googly eyes and get out of there. Tony’s coming up on your six.”
Pausing to look at Bucky, you cocked your head and smiled, “See you around”.
With that, you went invisible again and started making your way towards Tony while Bucky ran towards Steve.
Thankfully, Sam distracted Tony, which gave you a chance to hide behind a container. You knew it wouldn’t cover you for long but you decided to stay put for the moment.
Bucky’s voice sounded in your ear, “We gotta go, that guy’s probably in Siberia by now.”
You were shocked, you didn’t even think you would have to go to a different location. How long and how far would this fight go?
Steve’s voice came in next, “We’ve got to draw out the flyers. I’ll take Vision, you get to the jet.”
Sam spoke up next, “No, you get to the jet, both of you.”
“I’ll cover with Sam, you two go!”, you shouted, already running towards them, ready to defend.
There was silence for a moment but then you heard Bucky’s voice.
“We’ll come back when we can. Finish these guys off then lay low.”
Sam fought back, “The rest of us aren’t getting out of here.”
You watched as Hawkeye drew his bow then spoke up, “As much as I hate to admit it, if we’re going to win this one, some of us might have to lose it.”
There as a pause before Steve spoke up, “Alright, what’s the plan, Sam?”
“We need a diversion, something big.”
Scott chimed in, “I got something big, but I’ll need Y/N to cover me.”
“Got it, I’m on my way to you,” you affirmed while you started taking off in his direction. Seeing Steve and Bucky still hesitating, you shouted at them, “You two, go!”
Bucky nodded and then spoke up, “Be safe.”
Bonus Blurbs
Go invisible with Bucky and/or Sam to prank your friends. Steve always thwarts.
Bucky sometimes pretends to not hear you sneaking up on him bc he loves seeing your face after you actually scare him. He’ll never admit he sometimes fakes it. And he’ll definitely never admit you actually did sneak up on him once.
You were enjoying the conversation between Scott and Steve. Full aware that Steve could hear you.
“So Y/N and Barnes… are they…”, Scott leaned in and tried to whisper, “You know…”.
You appeared, nonchalantly sitting on the stool and resting your elbow on the counter,
“Yeah”
“Ahh!” Scott jumped what seemed like five feet into the air.
Steve threw his torso back, shaking with rambunctious laughter.
Sam started chuckling too, “That’s revenge, mini man.”
“Sometimes I just want to hide. People see me and they start thinking they know me. I used to sit out here and think but nowadays people know my face. Usually it’s good but sometimes…”
You put your hand over his, “I think I can help with that.”
You stubbed your toe and dropped your phone. Instead of trying to catch it you flailed your arms around. Once it hit the floor with a thud, you sighed feeling defeated but at least no one saw you.
Hearing a laugh behind you, you looked over your shoulder to see Bucky coming towards you and watched in embarrassment as he stooped down to pick up your phone. As he stood back up and gave the phone back to you, you started turning invisible in embarrassment. He watched your finger tips begin to slowly disappear before he spoke up,
“Hey,” Bucky said softly.
You willed your eyes to meet his and couldn’t help but swoon with the sheer adoration that was visible in them.
You held your breath and stepped as slowly and quietly as you could. Remaining unseen, and unnoticed, was of the utmost importance and nothing could make you break your cover.
As you took your final step and got into position to attack, you took a slow, deep breath and —
“Doll, just because you’re invisible doesn’t mean I can’t hear you.”
You appeared before him and humphed. Being overdramatic you threw yourself onto the couch.
“Ugh! Bucky, you’re no fair!”
He chuckled at your whining and plopped down on the couch beside you.
“Yeah, but you love me”, he said with a whisper and a soft touch to your cheek.
You looked up from your fake woe and smiled, “Yeah, I do.”
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