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apropos of nothing in particular: hey folks who haven't been following me since 2017, check out the first art that ever grabbed me by the throat and demanded I write a fic about it
When Wash is feeling anxious/paranoid (which happens often and for various reasons), and theyâre not actually in any danger yet, Tucker kinda casually holds the back of his neck, conveniently right over the mess of the implant site, just keeps his hand there. It sorta helps Wash feel a little safer.
#*giving OP a lil wave* hi lol#I reread the fic just now too bc I was curious and (aside from some messy residue of a last-minute verb tense change) it still holds up!!#I can def see the prototypes of some of my the writing habits that have become staples of my style#and especially of my more emotional writing#A Chance To Die By The Sword is def cut from the same cloth as this fic I think#anyway yeah :3#quoth nsd#rvb#gods I should rewatch the chorus trilogy..........#maybe someday soon.#it's v fun that I've now done this enough that it feels characteristic of me#like seven out of 135 is not that many#6 out of 82 is also not that many#but it's enough to be a definite trend lol#especially if we look at who the arts are by. but we don't need to talk about that part lmao
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I was like 11-12 years old when I figured out at a boring-ass church activity that you could put rocks into little plastic spoons and then pelt people who annoyed me with them. I did this for the rest of the activity, and at Sunday dinner the next night was bragging about my victory (cornering the mean kid who picked on my youngest brother and pelting him with rocks). One of my cousins was like âno way, that sounds SO fun! Letâs do that RIGHT NOW!â So we grabbed spoons and went and got pebbles from the back yard and launched them at each other.
The problem was my grandma sold her soul for the worldâs most resilient plastic spoons so we could launch those fuckers HARD. I gave out welts like candy on Halloween, and I got them back in kind.
So we resorted to taking cover and giggling until we got whacked, then yelping, then returning fire.
My cousin hid in my grandpaâs little fishing boat. It was a good boat, but simple and honestly underused. We didnât know the little windows on it, meant to keep the wind out of my grandpaâs face while he drove, were cracking. However, they were definitely cracking. Eventually it became obvious and we realized we had been being dumb.
This was NOT the first time in my life Iâd been dumb roughhousing and broken something, and I had developed a reputation in my family as being âsuicidally honestâ so I was the one to deliver the bad news. My grandpa let out a pretty good chuckle and said it was OK, tousled my hair, and asked my grandma to bring me cake. I am not kidding. I learned later he hated his boat and only bought it for his kidsâ sakes, since he thought everyone needed to know how to fish. At the time though I was just bewildered and pleased at my good fortune. FINALLY, at long last, being honest and telling the truth about breaking something expensive was getting me cake. I knew if I kept trying it would eventually serve me, and now so had CAKE. I was pleased as could be.
My dad, on the other hand, was livid. He LOVED that boat. He spent several weeks each summer recovering from breaking ribs in that boat every year for about 7 years prior to this incident. He had great memories and memories that boat. So he told my Grandma NO cake for me AND that Iâd be coming by this weekend to fix stuff around the house and pay for the broken window with my babysitting/lawn mowing money.
Obviously I was devastated, but that felt more in-line with the way things normally went when I broke something expensive so I just figured it was OK. My grandpa gave my grandma a look and sadly said âOk, have her here on Saturday to help me with some yard work.â
That Saturday my dad woke me up at 6:00 sharp and drove me, sleepy and bewildered, to my grandpaâs house. He was mumbling under his breath the whole time but he thought he was teaching me consequences for my actions so he was ultimately OK with it.
We get to my grandpaâs house at 6:15. My grandpa is outside with a ladder hanging Christmas lights. The lawn is freshly mowed, the trees and garden are weeded and well-tended to, the carnations in the front yard look immaculate, and my grandpa has this giddy mischievous look on his face. He tells me he was so excited that I was coming over that he couldnât sleep, so he did all the yard work himself. He asked me to help him put up Christmas lights and decorate the Christmas tree, which I did, then said that because I was such a good helper I could have some pancakes for breakfast. I was sent home with the slice of cake I had been denied the week before, wrapped to keep it as fresh as possible.
The whole way home my dad looked a little miffed, but told me that he was glad I had been honest and was proud of me for helping grandpa. I know he wanted me to Learn a Lessonâ˘ď¸the cowboy way, like he had as a kid, but didnât have much room to complain since Iâd still been Put To Work.
I think that was a lesson for both of us, although Iâm not totally sure what it was supposed to show me. I think it was my grandpaâs way of showing my dad that discipline without tenderness doesnât count as much. He died last year and I miss him terribly, as does my dad. I hope that my story of victory, drama, punishment, and ultimately a secret second victory is meaningful to someone else out there, but if not it still means a lot to me â¤ď¸
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Trying to get more into old movies because of this blog (I only know about half of these people and feel like a poser) do you have good recommendations on where to start or is it just a situation where you watch stuff and find what you like as you go?
you are not a poser <3 i myself am just here for the hotties.
here is my quick and dirty list of fun films to start with if you're new to old movies. and of course if you like one of these, do try to find more stuff as you go! there's no bad way to try out old movies.
(this list is not official and is SUPER quick. i'm tagging for content warnings where I can, but if I forgot something let me know.)
"I want to watch something SILLY!"
The Court Jester (Danny Kaye, Angela Lansbury, Glynis Johns, Basil Rathbone)âeveryone in this movie is hot. everyone is in fancy medieval dress, which makes them hotter. everyone here is very silly. You can stream this on Hoopla, last time i checked, so you might be able to stream it through your library!
Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang (Dick Van Dyke, Sally Ann Howes, Lionel Jeffries, Gert Frobe)âsome people hate this movie and to them I say What Is Wrong With You. dick van dyke is a hot absent minded inventor who lives in a windmill with his two adorable children, his gorgeous sheepdog, and a grandfather who is categorically useless. it feels like the two films mary poppins (1964) and willy wonka (1971) had a baby and that baby was born on roller skates singing an old broadway showtune. this one has been showing up in some odd places latelyâI think you can catch it on Tubi or Hoopla? It's definitely around.
Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (Jane Powell, Julie Newmar, Howard Keel, Russ Tamblyn)âmy problematic fave. everytime i watch this i change my mind whether it's a sexist pile of garbage or a feminist paean, and fellas, today we're on the feminist paean bandwagon!! jane powell's millie is truly the star of the movie, she is the hero she drives the plot the narrative is on her side, and besides all that there are seven very hot men dancing next to her and six beautiful ladies making me bisexual. (on Tubi last I checked.)
The Duke Is Tops (Lena Horne, Laurence Criner)âI get a huge kick out of watching Laurence Criner and Ralph Cooper swindle everybody while also trying to put on a show; there's just something silly and sincere here, plus you get a ~musical extravaganza~ at the end when all is right as rain again. Free on YouTube I think?
"I want to watch something DRAMATIC that may make me FEEL SOMETHING."
Witness for the Prosecution (Marlene Dietrich, Tyrone Power, Elsa Lanchester)âI love a campy twisty turny mystery, don't you? :) I'm not going to talk about this one much because it's better to go in blind, but if you like Agatha Christie stories you'll probably like this.
To Be Or Not To Be (Carole Lombard, Jack Benny)âalways relevant, always makes me laugh, also makes me cry. this takes place in poland during wwii so big tw for nazi imagery and mentions. (don't worry. this movie fucking hates nazis.)
Seven Samurai (Toshiro Mifune)âthis one is Great Cinemaâ˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘ for a goddamned reason
"I want to watch some stuff with the scrungles in it!"
Mr. Washington Goes to Town (Mantan Moreland)âI've been checking out more of Mantan Moreland's stuff because every time I see him in something I think he's delightful, and I really enjoyed this silly-spooky comedy. Does this story have a brain cell? No. Are the special effects and goofy slapstick fun? Yes. This is a fun example of an all-Black cast in a film that was made for Black audiences, and is a striking counterpoint to the stereotypical representation Black actors were given in white-targeted films, showing the enormous amount of talent and artistry the racist studios missed out on by excluding these actors. This is not A Great Film⢠but it's still A Fun Time,⢠with a goofy Laurel and Hardy type vibe. (It's free on Youtube.)
The Red Shoes (Robert Helpmann, Leonide Massine, Marius Goring)âhey kid, you wanna watch something fucked up? This movie is so fucked up. It's about ballet, it's about art, it's about technicolor, it's about dance and toxic relationships and making theatre and nightmares and ambition and death. A lot of these recs tend on the silly side (because I tend on the silly side) but this one is actually Serious Film and will definitely help you chat up Martin Scorsese should you ever meet him. Big content warning if you can't handle dark themes right nowâthis movie's pretty dark, not in the gore way but in the Haunting Creepy Image way. (it's also free on Tubi and Kanopy most of the time.)
The Invisible Man (Claude Rains)âmy favorite of the vintage horror flicks and a great introduction to Most Dunked On Hot Vintage Man of All Time, Claude Rains. (it helps that you barely ever see him!) Very very silly but the special effects are just plain fun. (I think this is on Internet Archive in full?)
"Can I just get more hot people please?"
Flower Drum Song (James Shigeta, Nancy Kwan, Miyoshi Umeki, Jack Soo)âthere are so many unbelievably hot people in this movie which is somehow very good (thanks to its cast) and also incredibly, horrifically bad (thanks to its white team of writers, directors, and producers). on the one hand, it's a mostly Asian cast in a big budget, beautifully designed MGM style musical! there's dream sequences, lots of fun dancing, crooning Rogers & Hammerstein cabaret moments, and just charm galore. it is also freighted with so. many orientalist assumptions and stereotypes, absolutely ridiculous shit that the writers ABSOLUTELY should have known better about in the 60s and nonetheless carried into this. this is a hard one to recommend because I loved this cast, and I loved seeing them in a context beyond the usual stereotypical bit parts so many of them frequently were limited toâyet the movie itself perpetuates so many stereotypes on its own it can be a hard one to watch, and I totally understand if it does not work for most people. tl;dr watch for Shigeta, Kwan, Umeki, and the others, but content warnings galore for one (really bad) case of yellowface casting, orientalist tropes, extremely stereotypical character types, etc. (On Tubi/Kanopy last I checked.)
Charade (Cary Grant, Audrey Hepburn, James Coburn)âthis movie feels like a Hitchcock movie except I had a ton of fun watching it, which I can't always say for a Hitch film. (I told you my taste was bad.) This one is free on YouTube and thank god because Audrey wears a lot of Givenchy, Cary Grant wears spectacles and keeps almost dying, it's very exciting and thrilling and funny and sexy. I don't think there are any content warnings but it's been a minute since I watched it. (I should go watch it right now.)
The Big Sleep (Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall)âthey're so hot askjdljhjghladkghjksahkhgslkahgshskjhgsalhgsahgjh. i like this one a lot :)
[this is NOT A FULL LIST of all the hot vintage movies to start with but it might give you some starting places! i banged this out as quick as I could at 2 am, so apologies that it's sloppy and not perfect.]
#recs#asks#coffee night#me 10 seconds after posting: oh fuck wings why didn't i mention wings. oh fuck sherlock jr. ohhh little women. oh CASABLANCA oh NO
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guard dog w/ jeong yunho
pt2
you live in a shitty apartment in a shitty neighbourhood surrounded by shitty neighbours who seem to make it their lifeâs work to make your life a living hell
the guy that lives across from you is an aspiring dj, emphasis on aspiring
unfortunately with him working the late shift at his supermarket job, it means he likes to practice late into the night
after the first 5 noice complaints, you just gave up trying to get a decent night sleep; part of you thinks he carried on just as one giant âfuck youâ
the family that live upstairs arenât great either
the sonâtimmy? tommy? who caresâthinks itâs fun to sit on the stairs with his buddies and smoke anything they can get their hands on
your air freshener is the only thing keeping you from losing your mind at them! well, that and the fact that quite frankly him and his friends terrify you
they watch you carefully as you make your way down the stairs, pushing through their congregation with a tight lipped, overly polite smile on your face
usually they donât say a word, giving you little more acknowledgment than a hum as you thank them for barely making enough room for you to push through them
they make you nervous, you canât deny that, and half of you thinks thatâs the whole point
itâs like itâs some sort of strange power play to keep you from complaining to his parents, or worse, the landlord
not exactly a threat, but not not one
maybe itâs those nerves that made you open up to your friend one day
youâd met up with him at a local cafe, offering to pay for his coffee if he gave you half of the sandwich heâd brought with him
âthey just spook me a little, yâknow?â you mumble as a few crumbs topple over your bottom lip and onto your chin, âitâs a group of 10 over-grown teenage boys; itâs fucking intimidating!â
mingi just nods along, a small frown on his face as he listens to you complain about your living conditions for what seems like the millionth time
he gets it; moving is expensive, especially in the city, and you need to stay relatively close to where you work since you donât have a car
it doesnât mean he has to like it, though
âwhat about a guarââ
âa guard dog?â you cut him off, âmingi, weâve had this conversation so many times before!â
itâs the truth; it seems like every single time you see him he brings up the same suggestion; scary dog privileges can get you very far in life according to you friend
âtoo mentally ill to look after another life, sure,â he reiterates the same point you make every single time, âbut what about a hybrid?â
again, it feels like youâre in a constant loop of deja vu, destined to relive this conversation over and over again until you can finally afford to move out of that shit hole
âi canât affââ
ââafford a hybrid, yeah i know,â you roll your eyes as he finishes your sentence; jesus, heâs annoying, âbut what if i told you i knew a guy?â
it sounds suspicious, but you wonât lie and say youâre not a little curious
perhaps youâre just a little too nosy to not lean in a little closer with a brow cocked a question of âwho?â primed on your tongue
âcanât say,â is all mingi says, âhe doesnât like people poking around in his business.â
he says it so nonchalantly as if heâs not your best friend whoâs just announced that he knows someone who is almost definitely into some dodgy shit
youâd be a bad friend if you didnât ask at least a few questions, but before you can even open your mouth, mingi beats you to it
âÂŁ200 will get you a hybrid though,â you almost choke on the sandwich at the price; this is some seriously dodgy guy if heâs selling hybrids for that little, âÂŁ300 if you start laying down preferences.â
âmingi,â you begin, about to beg him to get out of whatever business heâs getting himself involved in
âiâm assuming itâs a no?â he raises an eyebrow; you donât even have to nod for him to understand your answer
he concedes, throwing his hands up in surrender like he always does whenever you have this conversation
still, the smirk on his face as the conversation moves onto something else doesnât fill you with the upmost confidence
a week passes by rather quickly; you work, you come home, you go about your evenings as normal, you sleep
nothing seems any different, and why would it? nothing about your life ever really changes without some sort of built up or expectation
and then your doorbell rings
you assume itâs just your neighbour again, around at yours to ask you some sort of stupid question that could easy be solved using a single braincell and google
you trudge to the door with a sour look on your face and a bitterness already growing on your tongue, just to swing it open to see⌠not your neighbour
not anyone you recognise for that matter
your gaze travels up from the chest you stand eye-to-eye with, traipsing lazily over the defined muscles on his neck before reaching his face
a jaw set in stone, two steely brown eyes and a pair of jet black dog ears are what immediately catch your attention
that and the fact that heâs very handsome; so much so that it takes everything in you not to stare at him with your mouth wide open
âare you going to let me in?â he says as if the hybridâs arrival at your door was at all expected by you
âwho are you?â is the only response you can
âyour guard dog,â he replies, and just like that everything clicks into place
mingi, that bastard
âbut i didnât pay for a guard dog,â you argue, hoping that itâll be enough to make him go back to whatever creep it is that mingi has gotten involved with
âwell, someone did.â
he looks bored as he uses a hand to push you aside and steps past you into your tiny apartment, as if this is just another day for him
maybe it is; you donât know much about hybrids, but youâve heard enough stories to know just how many of them go through life without a permanent home
theyâre tossed from pillar to post as if theyâre not conscious beings with minds and lives of their own
itâs sad, the fact that they can be so easily tossed aside by so many people
itâs even sadder to find yourself relating to that feeling
you shut the door, twisting the lock with a finality that youâre not sure you understand
âwhatâs your name?â you ask as you turn to face him
âyunho,â he sighs
itâs a pretty name, you think to yourself
one that you wouldnât mind saying over and over again for the⌠foreseeable futureâŚ
seriously, fuck song mingi
âwell iâmââ
âi know your name, puppy,â your mouth snaps shut at the authority that laces itself into his words, âitâs all iâve heard for the past few days.â
you zip your mouth shut, something in your brain warning you not to speak out of turn
something in your brain seems to forget that this is your own home; surely you can speak whenever you want to
âi wasnât sure what to expect, but you seem to fit the bill,â dark pupils land on your body, dancing up and down your form before finally meeting your eyes, âa pretty thing like you in a town like this? iâm shocked youâre still in one piece.â
âhow dare you, iââ
âwhere am i sleeping?â he cuts you off like your complaints are little more than the stubborn words of a child
it irritates you to no end, and yet you canât find the words to fight back
thereâs just something in his eyes that has you convinced that maybe youâre not the one in charge here
âthe couch,â you point to the ratty leather thing, feeling a slight twinge of guilt that itâs the only thing you have to offer
he takes a glance at at for just a second or two before shaking his head
âno,â he replies, âyou have a double bed, right?â
âa doubleââ your eyes go wide, âyouâre not sleeping in my bed!â
âyes, i am,â he insists, condescending and annoying. you hate him already, âbecause iâm certainly not sleeping on that thing, puppy.â
it doesnât go unnoticed that heâs yet to use your name, instead sticking to that godforsaken nickname
if you thought it would make a difference, you might say something about it, but the stubborn arsehole has already shown enough of himself to make you understand that it would do very little
âthe floor is available,â you spit, venemously
âand yet it tempts me even less than the sofa,â he smiles sarcastically and it boils your blood, âyouâre just gonna have to get used to sharing.â
he takes a few paces forward until youâre having to crane your neck to look him in the eyes
you can practically feel his breath dancing across your cheeks as he lets out a low chuckle, a darkness washing over his face as he studies you
âyouâre gonna have to get used to a lot of things now that iâm here,â warmth spreads across your cheek as his palm moves to cup it, âbut thatâs okay puppy, i can be patient while you learn.â
#ateez x reader#ateez fanfic#ateez oneshot#ateez scenarios#ateez fic#yunho x reader#yandere ateez#yandere yunho
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While I 100% agree on how things should be, I think youâre forgetting the level of vitriol things like the Ron/Hermione vs Harry/Hermione ship wars inspired nearly 20 years ago. And I mean, the actual term shipping came from the shippers vs the noromos in X-Files, which was not always a sunshine and rainbows friendly rivalry on either side.
The truth is, people like to form tribes. We will do it at the drop of a hat, over the silliest things - witness a summer camp where the camp is randomly divided into blue vs red. And once we have a tribe, and thus outsiders who are not in that tribe, we often get quite defensive of that tribe, and some people will take it to an extreme.
Fandom has never been any different from the rest of humanity. And some portion of us have always framed our tribal membership around whether it will be canon, because people like to be right. Whatâs different now is that it used to be only het shippers that thought this way, because it was taken as a given that slash ships would never sail. But now slash pairings get to have the same subset het ships always had of people whose investment in the ship hinges on whether it will be canon.
There are still plenty of people having fun with their rarepairs and crackships! There are still plenty of people who, even if their ship is between the two leads, like to keep it completely within fanfic and donât care if itâs canon! And there are definitely still plenty of people who hope their ship goes canon but feel no ill will toward people who ship something else. All of these things still exist, just as ship wars and toxic shippers existed 20-30 years ago. Thereâs nothing new under the sun.
What I think is more common now is for new people to happen across fandom and happen to find themselves in spaces where ship wars and harassment are the norm. The challenge is just to show those who are younger or new to fandom that it can be that way, that just because you ship A/B doesnât mean you need to have any opinion about B/C or the people who ship it. That thatâs not all there is out there, and youâll be much happier if you donât think that way.
I'm going to say something that will make sense to the Fandom Olds and will probably be slightly controversial to the younger crowds, but I'm going to say it anyways
TPTB becoming increasingly aware of fandom and fanfiction over the past two-ish decades and thus, the spawning of the expectation of your ship going canon has ruined fandom a little bit
I mean, fandom does a great job of ruining itself a lot of the time, but this idea that a ship isn't "real" or "valid" if it isn't canon
or the idea that one ship is superior to the other because one is canon and the other isn't?
it's absolutely bananas
I grew up in an era of fandom where characters didn't even have to be from the same media source to ship them. I mean, do you know how many BtVS/HP crossover fics I read back in the early 2000s???
That shit was never gonna be canon, but we had fun with it, anyways
Like. Yeah, a lot of fanon speculation is bullshit, but it always has been and always will be. You have hundreds and/or thousands of people riffing off each other, the observations and the meta will always be deeper than what TPTB intended, and that's okay! That's what makes it fun!
I just think more people would be a lot happier in their fandom experiences if they realized that fandom is supposed to be an escape instead of a crusade
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Listening and watching the no doubt mv, that hyung line might be into semi public sex LIKE THEY BE UP DOING THE NASTY AT WORK đđŠ
18+ mdni
note: mmm nonnie just think about it!!!!
imagine being hyung line's higher up, often looked with admiration and respect by others in the office because of your position, but what the employees don't know is the fact that each of them like to fuck you real good in your office !!!!!!!
Heeseung is like a partner to you, your right hand man, the person you'd go to when you need to deal with heaps of documents and tasks to at least keep you at bay.
And in return you'd let him fuck your throat real good and make sure his cock memorizes how it feels being wrapped around by your warm cavern, dripping with saliva and drool, somehow finding a way to force your throat deeper down his dick so good you dont even know if it's possible. He'd make sure to fuck it real hard you'd be hoarse during your next group meeting just to poke teases and fun at you afterwards.
Jay, more firm, and definitely sharp, rather wanting to express his appreciation silently through acts of good workmanship, such as bringing you coffee and offering to take over charge for other employees to keep you on your feet during busy weeks.
And in return you'd let him fuck you onto your work table, legs mounted on his shoulders without bothering to put important documents to the side, making sure he'll cum over and over inside you until your belly bulges against your high waisted pencil skirt. Your company had soon complained to you in the future about how much paper has been wasted, probably from you having to secretly reprint several documents due to both of your juices ruining them.
Jake's like a typical golden retriever, open to obeying you, not hesitating to do tasks when told, and his attendance is nearly perfect, as well as helping others around him no matter the status. And he never forgets to greet you or give you a short relay of everything you need to do for the week.
In return you'd let him eat you out, stuffed up in some random room in the building, the more you cum the deeper he burrows his nose into your poor and abused cunt without pause. His whimpers and pants turning you on and sending your already overstimulated cunt a new bolt of pleasure and wetness. Even when you're crying and thrashing against his face, he just won't let up, only looking at you with that grin, only to plunge back in to fuck you with his tongue a little harder. Janitors have been complaining about odd sticky stains around random rooms, though you don't dare address it.
Sunghoon, one of your younger employees, despite not being so engaging and rather silent, he's sharp and gets his work done without struggle, submitting his tasks to you earlier than intended and seeing his gaze linger a little too long on you before he quietly offers to take over other people's unfinished tasks to get closer to you.
In return you'd let him in, letting him fuck your holes for every task he'd finish, making sure to get the chance to cum anywhere in or on you to grab what he can when he knows the others are doing the exact same. He's watched you fucked them, memorizing what pleasures you the most, and whispering how he'd do so much better than them, how you only need him and he could fulfill every part of you. Employees have started to question why tasks are suddenly being dismissed from them, not knowing you secretly allow sunghoon to accomplish them all just to get a chance to fuck you in that lust filled office room of yours.
After giving them back what you owe all the time, coming into work so sore and so open, your mind riddled with thoughts of all four of them, you wonder if they'd be willing to fuck you all at once.
Yet you know how taboo these work dynamics are, are you really willing to put your career on the line for some quick fucks?
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i was just gonna post this by itself until nonnie said this and decided to just answer their ask with the little drabble i made for no doubt
bro jake and heeseung were so insane i literally busted a nut
sorry i went mia for a bit luvs</3
#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen hard hours#enhypen smut#enha smut#enhypen jay hard thoughts#enhypen jay hard hours#jay hard hours#jay hard thoughts#enhypen jay smut#jay smut#enhypen jake hard thoughts#enhypen jake hard hours#enhypen jake smut#jake smut#jake hard hours#jake hard thoughts#enhypen heeseung hard thoughts#enhypen heeseung hard hours#enhypen heeseung smut#heeseung smut#heeseung hard hours#heeseung hard thoughts#enhypen sunghoon hard thoughts#enhypen sunghoon hard hours#enhypen sunghoon smut#sunghoon smut#sunghoon hard hours#sunghoon hard thoughts#enhypen hyung line smut#enhypen hyung line hard thoughts
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Summary: Who knew you could find a lot more than a basketball game at The Garden.
Warnings: Swearing, heavy flirting, mostly fluff
Word Count: 2.4k | unedited
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âWe should probably go find our seats.â You nudge Laura, âI think the game is about to start.â
âWe have time, relax.â Laura laughs, âHave you ever been to a basketball game like this before?â
You shake your head, looking around, âNo, the only basketball game Iâve been to was my high school team, who absolutely sucked.â
âWell, the Celtics donât suck.â She looks at you, âThatâs who youâre rooting for, right?â
âWell yeah, obviously.â You shake your head and pull your phone out of your pocket. You snap a picture of the court, tagging the team before posting it to your Instagram story.
âAlright. Iâll catch you guys later.â Laura turns around, âIâm so glad you got offered courtside seats.â
âYeah, I donât know how. They just dmâd me asking if I wanted to come, I figured it would be fun and I know you like them so.â
âI could kiss you right now.â
You laugh, âThatâs okay. Iâll just settle on you buying me dinner afterwards.â
âOh thatâs a good deal.â She glances back at you as she walks towards the steps. You follow her down and find your seats at the end of the court.
You look around, feeling kind of underdressed at some of the other girls are dressed up, heels and all.
âStop that. Youâre good.â Laura nudges you, âYou dressed perfect.â You furrow your brows, âHow do you know when I do that?â
âI know you.â She smirks, âA little too well, at that.â
âItâs kind of scary.â You laugh, turning your attention back to the court.
Halfway through the first quarter, you pull out your phone, snapping a picture of your jeans, sneakers, and the game thatâs going on.
Taking a video and adding it too while youâre at it.
Youâre an influencer at a popular basketball game, might as well give them the publicity you think they invited you for, right?
âThis is actually quite entertaining.â You lean in to Laura, booing when the crowd boos. You were getting into it.
You bring your phone up, smirking as you see an Instagram notification - Christopher Sturniolo replied to your story.
You angle your phone, smirking at Laura, âLook who just-â
âGirl, you better get on that.â She nods, âWhat did he say?â
You tap on it, biting your lip as it opens into the thread, if you look closely Iâm in the background of that video.
You click on the story and rewatch it, smirking when you see a quick glimpse of Chris. You swipe out and type back, Look at that, you are. Enjoying the game so far?
As you stare down at your phone, Laura nudges you and you look over at her, then to the direction sheâs pointing.
A smile washes over your lips as you see Chris, Nate, and Matt on the Jumbotron.
You watch as they all smile and wave and then sure enough, your face is on it. It rapidly changes to a smile, to a shocked expression, then to a happy expression as you and Laura both wave.
âOh my god that was embarrassing.â You mumble as you sink down into your chair, âI didnât expect that.â
âWeâre beautiful women sitting courtside at a Celtics game, what did you expect, y/n?â Laura laughs and cheers as Nick and Mikayla appear on the screen.
You clap and yell before returning your attention back to your phone, reading Chrisâ message, I am, you?
You tap the screen, tilting your head slightly, Itâs definitely something new. Iâve never been to one of these games before, but itâs exciting. Go Celtics!đ
âOh my god.â You lay your hand over your face, âIâm so stupid. You would think, just by how this conversation was going, I never spoke to this man before in my life.â
Laura turns your phone towards her and she canât help but giggle, âNoo! That was cute!â You roll your eyes at her and look up at the game that has restarted.
You couldnât help but find yourself looking for Chris through the moving bodies on the court. Itâs not that you and Chris have history, per se.. itâs more or less feelings that neither of you have displayed for one another, yet.
Youâve done a video with them before, and youâve stayed friends with all of them afterwards, and surprise, youâre more close with Chris than the other two.
You look down at your phone as it vibrates and you canât help but smile as you click on Chrisâ message, Atta girl, but we gotta get you to some more games. Youâre from Boston for Christ sake lol.
You smirk as you answer back, Is that you offering to buy my ticket? Because if so, count me in.
âWas that.. too straight forward?â You look at Laura and she shakes her head, âYou know what you want, and I say you just better go for it.â
You chew on your cheek, the smirk returning to your lips as you watch the chat bubbles bob up and down before his message comes through, Iâll take you to every one of their games if you donât mind traveling.
âOh he is so into you.â Laura mumbles with a smirk, âAsk him to go to dinner afterwards, it can be as a group or whatever so itâs not awkward.â
âI will, just.. give me a second.â You go back to typing out your response, If you think Iâd have an issue with traveling, then you clearly donât know me at all lol
You werenât even interested in the game anymore, you were more interested into talking to Chris.
Chris responds, thereâs another game here on the 12th, I can get us tickets right now. Or the 13th at the Barclays Center in Brooklyn.
You take a deep breath, Why not both? I can get the Brooklyn ones if you want?
You hit send and you bounce your leg, trying to keep your heart from racing out of your chest. You glance over the court, seeing Matt and Nate pick on him for smiling so hard.
âHowâs it going?â Laura asks and you shrug, âMay have just planned out one if not two dates.â
âlook at you go, girl.â She smirks at you and your phone vibrates, sending an excited chill up your spine. He sends a screenshot of the gotten tickets and you smile as you shake your head, Looks like itâs a date, or dates? I donât know, but Iâm excited to understand the world of basketball better.
You look around, clapping when the fans wearing Celtic clothing clap. Your attention is ripped from the game instantly as soon as you feel the vibration, hell it wasnât even on it anyway, Well, since we finally scheduled a date, I guess itâs safe for me to say you look gorgeous tonight.
You purse your lips as your cheeks heat up, It was safe before, way before lol, but thank you. You look good in green, it almost makes up for the shots you took earlier.
You and Chris are always teasing each other, so it wasnât anything out of the ordinary for one of you to start picking.
You look up, watching him cover his face as he laughs, turning to tell Nate and Matt, what you assume is what you said you saw.
Ohh fuck, you saw that? Now itâs even more embarrassing.
You canât help but giggle, You were under a lot of pressure, we know lmao.
Itâs almost like Chris wasnât interested in the game either anymore, he would answer back almost instantly, Yeah, the pressure. Weâll go with that. Do you have any Celtics merch?
You glance down from the game, Look over and see.
You set your phone down and move your hair out of the way of the Celtics logo on your white crew neck. You stare over at Chris and he gives you a smile, raising his hand to give you a thumbs up.
He looks back down at his phone and yours vibrates, I like that also you know what I just realized? I have your number, why are we talking through insta?
You laugh slightly, I honestly have no idea.
Right after you hit send, you get a text from him, Hi.
You smirk, Hi, howâs the game?
âMoved onto texting I see.â Laura teases as she sits back down, âHere.â She hands you a drink, âFigured you could somehow manage to quench your thirst a-â
âAlright.â You cut her off, âYouâre going to make me blush even more.â You laugh and take a sip before you steal some of her popcorn, âI didnât even know you left.â
âYouâve been glued to your phone, I didnât want to interrupt anything.â She smirks and shakes her head, âItâs about damn time something happens between the two of you.â
âShut up.â You roll your eyes and look down at your phone, I donât know, I havenât been paying that much attention to it honestly.
Same here. Iâve been a little distracted, you look around, realizing that itâs halftime, âHuh, halftime. That was fast.â
âWell th-â
âCan it.â You laugh, âI know.â You look down and bring your phone up to read your new text, Distracted by what, ma?
You glance up at him, smiling slightly when you see Chris actually paying attention to the game. You look back down and type, Oh you know, just by this cute guy finally asking me out on a date, Iâve only been waiting for.. oh I donât know.. months now.
You hit send and immediately look back up, giving Matt a weird face when he looks at you with a smirk.
He laughs and your attention turns back to Chris, who immediately picks up his phone and starts smiling like an idiot, Months huh? Man that guy fucking sucks.
You let out a slight laugh, He definitely made up for it though, well almostâŚ.
You look up, watching some of game while it takes Chris all of two seconds to reply, Almost huh?
You answer back just as fast, I mean, yeah. He bought me tickets to see two basketball games and Iâm just hoping heâd ask me to dinner after this one, but weâll see how it goes.
Your heart was racing. Youâve always thought that the two of you were better off as friends, but now that you think about it, you were always each others, just never official.
âGod you guys just need to meet at half court and have a passionate kiss.â Laura smirks, tilting her head, âThat would actually be so romantic, all of the people cheering you guys on.â She sighs, âI need to find a boyfriend.â
You laugh, âAs much as I would love that, I think weâll settle on keeping the pda to a minimum.. for now.â You smirk and look down at your phone, Do you want to grab dinner after this y/n?
I would love to, Chris, you smirk and nudge Laura, âI have a date after this.â
âAbout damn time.â
âYouâve said that already.â You laugh, looking around. You clap and cheer, glancing up at the scoreboard to see the Celtics leading, âHey, weâre winning.â
âIâve known that.â She laughs, âIâm not in world Y/n Sturniolo.â She looks at you, âThat has a nice ring to it.â
âDonât rush things.â You look away, tilting your head as you think about it, âIt does though, doesnât it.â You laugh, looking back at her.
You look down, tapping on the text, If you want you can meet me over here when the game is over, that way weâre not swimming through the crowd up there trying to find each other.
Laura and I drove separate, so that works out perfect, and hey. Celtics are winning!!
âI guess itâs a good thing we drove separate.â Laura laughs and you show her your phone, âI literally just said that to Chris.â
She laughs, âOh my god.â
You laugh, shaking your head, âWe are one.â
âKinda scary.â She looks at you and you both break out into laughter, quickly switching to cheering and clapping when the Celtics score more points.
You could really get into this basketball scene.
You get another text from Chris, thatâs because youâre just a lucky charmđ
You smile, Weâll see if thatâs the case on our second and third date. You set your phone down, turning towards Laura, âIs this actually happening?â
She nods with a smile, âIt is. Do you want me to pinch you?â
âNo, no.â You stop her as she reaches over and you laugh, âI believe you.â
Chris texts back, Iâm ready for this game to end now haha, you glance up at the scoreboard, texting back, Just a little bit longer, I think youâll make it.
You see the texts bubbles pop up, I donât know, I have a date with this really pretty girl and to me thatâs more exciting than this basketball game.
You feel your cheeks heating up and you quietly inhale as you type, Aww, you can be nice.
Yeah I thought the same thing about you.. kidding kidding.
You laugh, shaking your head and you jump slightly as the buzzer goes off. The fans uproar with excitement as the Celtics win and you stand up, cheering, clapping and jumping around with Laura.
You bring your phone up, Guess what? Games over.
You tuck your phone into your pocket and look at Laura, âDo you want to walk over with me and then we can all walk out together?â
She nods, âYeah, thatâll probably be best.â
You make your way around the court, weaving in and out of people while you look for Chris through the crowd. You spot him, keeping your eyes locked on his as you lead Laura with you.
You give him a smile as you walk up to him, âHey.â You look at Nate then Matt, giving them a smile, âHey, guys.â
Chris immediately takes your hand into his and interlocks your fingers, âReady?â
You give his hand a squeeze and you nod, âReady.â
âšâ・ę¤Ëââš
Thank you so much for reading, I know absolutely nothing about basketball, so sorry if nothing makes sense, but I tried to just keep it focused on texting Chris. I hope you enjoyed! I love you and I will catch you in the next one! đ¤
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Not American, but a psych student who's learned a fair bit about social psychology, in- and outgroup dynamics and similar fun things:
Essentially, our brains are really lazy bitches and try to judge everyday situations with as little energy as possible, so we use small cues to determine whether someone is "good" or "bad"/"one of us" or not. Evolutionary definitely useful, but a little too simple for the complex lives and societies we have today.
To cut a long story short: it's incredibly easy to create an outgroup, a "them", and the consequences can escalate super quickly. But it's not all doom and gloom. The most effective way to combat group dynamics like that is to mix groups and to get to know members of the outgroup not just as that but as people. Instead of right vs left, republican vs democrat, them vs us, mix it up. Have a conversation about pineapple on pizza yes vs no, about who likes what flavour of crisps, about music you like or animals you've pet recently. Realise that there's so much more you have in common than what separates you.
Think of how often you hear people who generally dislike [insert minority here], but when they meet someone of that group and get to know them change their tone to "i still don't like [minority] but that person is an okay [member of minority], they're an exception". And so the more you get exposed to people "from the other group", the more you realise that maybe the image you had of "them" is way generalised and you have so much more in common than you think. And that's when we can start working together instead of against one another. Less group, more individual. And more together than against.
Young people have GOT to stop talking about conservatives like they're scary menacing monsters. Yes the policies they back are horrifically destructive but that's entirely because of how individually stupid, fearful, emotionally stunted, weak willed and catastrophically gullible they are. That all is what made them become right wing to begin with. Just the most easily manipulated zombie sheep on earth.
#my little ramble/rant on the underground bc commuting is boring#and also me being a bit of a social psych nerd but what else is new?
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the black lake - mattheo riddle
summary: mattheo is hogwarts' triwizard tournament champion, and he's proven that he can crush the competition. but when the stakes are raised, and you're involved, nothing will get in his way.
word count: 2.3k
a/n: this was was so fun to think about! lots of references to goblet of fire! lots of swearing, matty is not a happy camper in this one. enjoy âĄ
Obviously this boy would put his name in the Goblet of Fire (all of the boys did) and there would be a lot of feelings about him being chosen as the Hogwarts champion, lots of accusations about him rigging the selection (he probably did). But he'd definitely crush the competition, especially when he had the right motivation...
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It's the morning of the second task, the day crisp and frosty, creating puffs of air as Mattheo huffed in exertion, marching down to the Black Lake surrounded by his friends. Suffice to say, he was pissed. It was fucking frigid outside and he hadn't seen you all morning, the combination enough to set him dangerously on edge.
You'd told him you'd come spend the night with him, and if nothing else you always ate breakfast together, so when you didn't show up last night and you were nowhere to be found this morning he was furious that you'd blown him off. Now he was spending his entire walk from the castle to the lake ruminating over it, piling on every perceived slight over the last few days, including the way he saw you talking to a group of guys from Durmstrang in the Great Hall yesterday, causing him to involuntarily curl his hands into fists at his side.
His friends walked beside him, surrounding him in a sort of semicircle, but moving in complete silence; they knew better than to try to say anything to him when he was in a mood like this. Before long, Pansy came running to meet them, nearly out of breath as she said, exasperated, "I couldn't fucking find her. She's not anywhere in our dormitory, in the library, I don't know where she's gone." Concern and frustration laced her voice as she looked at the group and then up at Mattheo.
This wasn't like you.
You had been Mattheo's #1 supporter throughout the whole tournament, helping him prepare, cheering him on, jumping into his arms the moment he'd defeated his dragon, and generally always glued to his side. In fact, you were always glued to all of their sides, the group of you being nearly inseparable, so having you missing made all of the boys feel shifty and on edge as they looked at one another.
Fear bloomed in Mattheo's chest. And the feeling of fear when it came to you did not sit well with him. He didn't want to feel afraid, to feel vulnerable when it came to you, so he opted to shove the feeling down, keeping instead with anger which was much easier and more natural to him.
"I don't have time for this" he muttered, quickening his pace as they all scrambled to keep up with him.
The biting wind whipped through his dark curls and stung his cheeks as he stood on the platform above the lake, staring into the middle-distance of the dark and choppy waves. Students and staff alike were cheering and shouting their encouragement for their champions, but he was completely zoned out, his mind bouncing back and forth between your lingering absence and the task ahead of him. He only perked up when Dumbledore's loud voice rang out over the crowd.
"Welcome to the second task!" it radiated.
"Last night something was stolen from each of our champions, a treasure of sortsâ"
Mattheo's heart plummeted so fast into his stomach that he subconsciously grasped at his chest. A treasure? There wasn't a thing he owned that he valued enough to call a treasure, not a single thing in his life that held that much weight... except you. You were undeniably his treasure. He looked back into the murky water of the Black Lake... it couldn't be... he thought ... surely they wouldn't... as Dumbledore's voice continued.
"âThese four treasures, one for each champion, now lie on the bottom of the Black Lakeâ" Mattheo's stomach lurched with what little breakfast he'd been able to eat as his eyes shot to Pansy's in the crowd in enough time to see her clasp her hand to her mouth as she pieced the situation together.
"âIn order to win, each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface. Simple enough. Except for this. They will have but one hour to do so and one hour only. After that, they'll be on their own. No magic will save them."
Mattheo's feet were moving before Dumbledore said another word, sprinting towards the water because fuck this stupid tournament, and fuck the geezer for thinking he could take you away from him, that he could put you in danger.
"You may begin at the sound of the cannon."
BOOM!
Mattheo heard the blast as his body hit the water, diving headfirst into the waves without bothering to cast a spell, without a care to what he'd find within the foreboding depths.
The cold shocked his system, but his heart was hammering for plenty of other reasons as he pulled his body through the fierce current, his strong arms and legs working against the waves.
For a minute he was surrounded in dark nothingness. He could feel rather than see that he wasn't alone in the water, occasionally sensing something moving on either side of him, but he didn't have time, you didn't have time for him to care. His lungs started to burn and he pressed his wand to his neck, casting a spell frantically so as not to waste another second.
After swimming at an impossible pace for so long he wondered if there even was a bottom to the lake, he heard an ethereal sound, like singing and changed course to swim towards it, which brought him to a large clearing where he could see merpeople swimming around. The few nearest him whipped their heads toward him, surprised at his presence as they turned to face him fully. He dared them, dared any fucking one of them to come near him, welcomed it actually, a chance to take out his rage, but they steered clear, perhaps sensing it would be a losing battle despite the tritons they carried and their razor-sharp teeth.
He swam on, his muscles straining, aching with the exertion of pulling his weight through the thick water at such an unwavering and desperate pace, but the feeling faded, drained from him, as four distinct figures came into view, four bodies, tethered and floating in the water, their hair moving eerily around their faces, their bodies stiff and still, like corpses.
He identified you immediately and he swam harder and harder until he was close enough to touch you. He brushed a hand against your cheek; your skin held a blueish tint and your face was expressionless, void of the smile that you always had for him, that reached your eyes, that lit up your face, the absence of it was enough to make his eyes sting in a way that had nothing to do with the brackish water.
He grasped your stiff form, the resistance of your body against his continuing to mess with his mind as he sent a spell to sever the rope that secured you and tried not to think about how rigid you felt in his arms.
His ability to breath underwater didn't matter for shit, because he was certain he didn't breath the entire way back, climbing harder and harder as he carried your weight with him, desperate to reach the surface, desperate to save you, thinking the entire time how fucking foolish he'd been to spend even one second mad at you today.
Finally, he could see the light of the surface, the grey clouds in the sky reflecting in the waves, and after a final series of strong kicks he broke through the current.
Immediately, he felt you come alive again in his arms, spluttering and coughing as you grasped for him.
"M-Matty!?" you said hysterically, the cold and fear in your voice setting his heart in a vice as your eyes fluttered open and you looked around in confusion at your surroundings. "What happened?! Whereâ?!"
"âIt's okay, you're okay, you're safe" he said, pulling you against him, keeping you both afloat even as you rocked in the waves and he gasped deeply for air.
"C'mere, c'mon" he said, swimming with you in his embrace towards the platform, anxious to get you out of the freezing water.
The crowd had erupted into cheers when you'd breached the surface, and they were announcing that Mattheo was the champion by a long shot, not having been in the water for more than 20 minutes, the other champions still completely unaccounted for. But hearing talk of the competition and seeing everyone's ignorance about the whole situation as they clapped and smiled was pushing him to his limit as he hoisted you up to Pansy who greeted you with a thick towel.
Mattheo pulled himself out of the water, barely taking time to wrap a towel around his shoulders before grabbing three more and pulling them around you. You laughed under the heavy bundle, even as your shivering continued uncontrollably. "I-I'm okay, I-I'm okay" you said, trying to reassure him, even as you noticed that he wouldn't meet your eyes.
"Buncha fucking idiots" you heard him muttering as he rubbed your arms before he stooped down and swept you off your feet bridal style, one hand around your waist, the other holding on to your legs. The crowd cheered again, erupting in a sigh of "awws" at the gesture until he began barreling towards them.
"Matty?" you asked, concerned, "Where are weâ?"
"âAnywhere but here" he growled as people began pushing each other to get out of his way.
"Mr. Riddle!" McGonagall chided, chasing after you both as you watched her from over his shoulder, urging him to stop as a couple of other professors followed in pursuit.
He veered towards the raised platform where the headmasters were seated, coming to a brief stop in from of Dumbledore who had stood to his feet.
"You are out of your fucking mind!" Mattheo spat at him.
Several people around you gasped, even Igor Karkaroff had the wherewithal to look surprised, impressed even, before Mattheo walked away, marching right off the platform and back towards the school as the entire crowd watched you go.
You could tell Mattheo was tired, beyond tired, physically, emotionally; you could feel his arms shaking against your weight.
"Matty, I can walk, it's okay" you said quietly, but he wouldn't let you go, wouldn't set you down, wouldn't even respond to you or meet your eyes. So you resigned yourself to resting your head on his shoulder, nuzzling against his neck which seemed to relax him a bit.
He carried you all the way to his room, making his way to the bathroom where he finally set you down and immediately began running you a hot bath. Wordlessly, he found a towel and a set of his clothes for you to wear, placing them at the edge of the tub before leaving without a word, closing the door gently behind him.
You looked anxiously at the closed door, aware that something was very very wrong, but also acknowledging that he might need a minute, and that you still couldn't feel the tips of your fingers or toes, so you resigned yourself to the hot water.
It felt heavenly, as did washing the muck of the lake off your skin and out of your hair. You reveled in the smell of his soap, like cedar and evergreen, but you were too anxious to sit there any longer than necessary, quickly pulling on his sweatpants and sweatshirt that engulfed your frame as you toweled your hair dry and pushed the door open.
Mattheo was seated at the edge of his bed, still dripping wet, his body shaking noticeably as he stared at the ground. He glanced up when he heard you, visibly relaxing a bit as he took in your warm, rosy cheeks and your soft smile, his mind flashing for only a moment to your unsmiling rigid form floating in the water, trying to reconcile that version of you with the one in front of him.
You approached him slowly, moving to stand between his legs as you took his face in your warm hands, tilting it to look at you. He had a strained, puzzled expression on his face as his eyes drank you in before his hands came to rest on your waist.
"Babeâ" you started.
"âI love you" he said.
Your heart somersaulted over the words you'd never heard him say before as you let out a small breath, your hand moving to cover your mouth in shock as your eyes widened.
"I'm-I'm a fucking wreck for you" he continued, laughing humorlessly as he shook his head. "Today... really fucked me up. I thought I'd lost you, I thought..." he paused, getting quiet "...The way you looked down there, alone, miles under the water, surrounded by all sorts of shit" he shook his head harder like he could unlive the memory of it all.
"I should have told you sooner, because I've known for awhile, for a long fucking time, but I've been too scared to say it, too scared that you don't remotely feel the same way, but that doesn't matter anymore, nothing fucking matters other than you hearing me say it, today, every day, I love you, YN." His eyes met yours finally, wide and sincere. "With everything I've got, I love you."
"I love you too!â" you whispered, and the words were barely out of your mouth before he pressed his cold lips to yours, pulling you into him so tightly you let out an involuntary squeak as your arms moved to wrap around his neck and he fell backwards onto his bed, continuing to mumble against your lips "Iloveyou, loveyou, I loveyou", smushing your kisses with his affectionate words until you were laughing with joy, the sound finally reassuring him that you were his, and that you were okay.
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you say "i love you" first
ft: zoro, sanji, robin, ace, and shanks
gn!reader (minus zoro, sorry), mostly fluff, mostly sfw (shanks is a little bit explicit)
a/n: i just think this is cute idk
zoro
you say it first and he kisses you instead of saying it back, that leads somewhere and heâs more tender than usual and you know that is him saying âi love you tooâ finally says it back after several days when youâre alone and he mumbles it, you arenât sure that you heard him so you ask him what and he comes and whispers in your ear âi said, i love you, womanâ don't expect him to say it often though, the words from him are rare, no matter how many times you tell him that you love him. instead, zoro shows his love in his actions, one time he pulled out your chair for you at dinner and didn't say anything about it (was kinda awkward with it tbh), but the rest of the crew poked fun at him. he somehow always knows when there is something wrong with you, and although not the most emotionally aware he will listen to any of your problems as you talk through your emotions
sanji
he has definitely said it way too early in the relationship, said it a bunch then as you got serious he slowly stopped saying it bc now the words meant more/had more weight and he didn't want to scare you off when you do say it, immediate nose bleed, nearly cries, says it back right away. now that you said it this man is going to make declarations of love at least once a day, somehow he never repeats himself. would probably scream it from the mountain tops if he could tbfh
robin
sheâs really confused, not that she doesnât love you back but more in the âhow could anyone love meâ type of way. she remains speechless for far longer than you would like, when she does speak again it's to tell you that she isn't quite ready to say it back. naturally, you're devastated by this and you start to distance yourself a bit. that ends up being what she needed to admit her feelings. she probably tries her best to make some romantic gesture maybe just flowers or maybe she gets sanji (ever the simp) to make your favorite dinner. she's the type to be real quiet about her love, not to say that her love for you is unnoticed by outsiders, but she is not going out of her way to make it known like sanji
ace
you guys say it at the exact same time both of you are like awesome. he says it at the most random times, sometimes walking up to you while you are in a conversation to whisper "i love you" in your ear. he adores the way that those words always bring a massive smile to your face he's still a little insecure about himself, but each time you tell him you love him he starts to get more and more confident. he starts to become attached to your side (gets made fun of for it but he doesn't care), not that he wasn't before, but this was more
shanks
takes a while for feelings to develop beyond sexual (you both went in thinking it was just a hookup and that it was all it would ever be) it starts to become clearer that you both are in too deep. neither of you want to ruin what you have so you stay silent about it for far too long once, after you had sex, you bring yourself to admit it, completely out of breath. heâs lowkey stunned, doesnât really know what to say, says âthank you dollâ of course you get mad and heâs like âwhat i just said thank you, you know i love you tooâ and youâre like "i mean i figured but it wouldâve been nice to hear đ" never being bothered by pda, he starts to become more brazen in his displays of affection, sometimes catching you as you walk by to pull you into his lap, regardless of who is around
#one piece x reader#one piece x you#gn reader#zoro x reader#sanji x reader#nico robin x reader#shanks x reader#ace x reader#portgas d ace#roronoa zoro#zoro#black leg sanji#sanji#shanks#one piece#one piece headcanons
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Good Job! | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Summary: When out gathering supplies with Daryl, he successfully catches your dinner. To show him how proud you were, you bestowed him the highest honour you could at that momentâa sticker.
Genre: Fluff.
Era: Prison.
Warnings: Animal death.
Word count: 1.2k.
A/N: Inspired by a post I saw by @darylsdelts. I hope yâall like this!
The sun was shining brightly in the sky. Birds were chirping merrily from their sanctuary in the trees and the air just felt fresher than usual. If it were the old world, you would have spent the day lounging next to some body of water, a cold beverage in your hand as you soaked up the vitamin D the sun provided.
But it was not the old world. Instead of spending the day relaxing or something along those lines, you were instead trudging through the woods in clothes too long to be worn in such intense heat, wearing shoes so heavy you were seriously amazed that people wore them simply because they wanted to before the dead started walking, lugging a duffle bag full of supplies and deadly rifle along with youâa weapon you never would have thought you would be able to handle with the immense skill you now possessed.
Despite all those nuances that, under normal circumstances, would have had you complaining, you could not find it in yourself to do so, because it was not normal circumstances. The harshness of the world run by the dead had toughened your resolve and made you realize that some discomforts definitely were not as bad as you once thought them to be. Sure, you absolutely despised having to eat worms when the situation called for it, but you held your tongue because it was certainly better than the alternative, which was to starve.
Very rarely did you complain about anything nowadaysâwell, that is, if you did not count in the amount of times you had complained about Glennâs snoring before, but that was all more in good fun. And a good chunk of what you knew to survive in a world like this was all thanks to the man you were trailing behind; your partner, Daryl Dixon.
As if somehow sensing that you had been thinking of him, Daryl glanced over his shoulder at you, his blue eyes sparkling with a softness reserved only for you.
âYou alright back there?â he called back to you, despite already knowing what the answer would be. You were not the type of person to complain much about anything, and that was an attribute about you that he loved.
You nodded your head and adjusted the rifleâs strap over your shoulder. âIâm fine, Dar,â you assured him, sending him a radiant smile.
He nodded his head and turned his attention back in front of him. He kept his crossbow trained in front of him as his eyes searched for any dangers that could be lurking in the shadows, be it a walker, a wild animal, or another person. His main mission was to get the two of you to his bike that had been left abandoned for the time being, as the two of you had been forced to go on foot to the cabin Michonne had come across whilst on her search for the Governor.
The cabinâwhich had been in pretty decent shape despite being abandonedâhad been stocked with supplies. You and Daryl, along with some other people, would have to go back in the morning to get the rest of the supplies. The two of you had stumbled across a metaphorical gold mine.
âSo, Daryl,â you began, deeming it safe to strike up a conversation when the man in question grunted in acknowledgement. âWhatâs your favourite bird?â
The unexpectedness of the question made Daryl chuckle. He shrugged nonchalantly, keeping his eyes trained forward. âI donâ know. Maybe a bluejay?â
You nodded in approval at his choice, although he could not see you do so. âGreat choice.â
Daryl hummed, glancing back at you. âWhyâd ya ask?â he inquired. However, his attention got diverted when he heard something in the distance, his senses jumping to high alert.
âJust curious, is all.â You transferred the duffle bag from your one hand into the other, nearly sighing in relief when the blood began circulating through it again. âWhatââ
âShh,â he shushed you quietly, instantly shutting you up. He motioned for you to stay put as he quietly stalked towards the bush where the source of the noise was, his crossbow raised and ready to be fired at a momentâs notice.
The perpetrator quickly got revealed in the form of a raccoon when Daryl pulled the leaves back. It hissed up at the archer, but it quickly got silenced when one of Darylâs bolts pierced through its body. The pained whimper it let out right before it died made your heart ache a bit, but you quickly reminded yourself that it was necessary. It meant that there was the slightest bit more nutrition to bring back to the prison. Its death would not be in vain.
Daryl picked up his bolt, the raccoonâs body sat on it, before turning back to you. He simply raised the arrow a bit, shrugging a bit as he looked at you.
âGot us our dinner,â he said simply, as if it was the most natural thing to say.
You laughed lightly at him, shaking your head. However, it was as if a lightbulb went of in your head. Placing the duffle bag on the ground, you leaned down and zipped it open before rummaging through multiple cans of food and other supplies, in search of something you had bagged for little Judith to play with.
âAh-ha!â you exclaimed victoriously when you found it, taking it out of the bag to reveal a small sticker book. You stepped towards your partner while flipping through the pages, searching for the sticker you had spotted when you had initially looked through it the first time.
You found it after a few moments. You gently peeled the sticker off of the page and pressed it against the archerâs beloved vest, the bright, neon-like yellow âgood job!â standing out against the gray leather. You smiled and gently patted his chest, before taking a step back.
âGood job,â you repeated the words on the sticker, giggling to yourself.
Daryl rolled his eyes at you, but he could not help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. âThanks,â he drawled sarcastically, trying not to laugh at the silliness of the situation. âSâmuch appreciated.â
âOh, come on. I know you love it,â you told him through your small fits of laughter, your eyes sparkling as you looked up at him.
Daryl simply shook his head. âYouâre ridiculous, ya know that?â Despite his words, he could not help the warmth that bloomed in his chest. He felt oddly touched by the small gesture, felt appreciated. He could not explain it.
You laughed and picked up the bag again, before beginning to walk again. âYeah, but you love that about me.â
Among a lot of other things, Daryl thought to himself. However, he shook the thought from his mind and caught up with you, this time falling into step beside you rather than being in the lead.
As the two of you walked the remaining short distance to Darylâs bike, with you striking up another conversation, Daryl simply admired you. He felt like the luckiest man alive for being able to say that you were his girl.
And if he got teased by the members of his found family for the sticker that remained on his vest for the rest of that day, he could not have cared less.
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bestowing my highest honor as an artist to ffxv (drawing the characters in fun outfits)
thoughts under the cut
RREAAAGHHHH SO EXCITED TO BE DONE WITH THIS!!!!! it took me forevarrrr but i soldiered through as an act of love. now excuse me. yap time
OKAY SO the concept behind this was originally specific fashion subcultures for everyone!l ike noct emo ignis dark academia etc. but then decided i didnt want to pigeonhole it all and just freestyled outfits i thought would look nice on everyone
noct - i do think noct would still be emo-ish but also opt for comfy baggy stuff a lot. something you could just fall asleep in on the spot. note the details of bass pro shop shirt (of course) XV necklace, little moon + stars accents, carbuncle + fish keychains. i also wanted his metal band logo shirt to spell LUCIS but i forgor some letters but its not very readable anyways
ignis - ignit ooohghh ignos ignaurs. sorry i made him serve so much cunt it will happen again. i drew him first cause that kind of inspired this whole thing i love him so bad if i didnt draw it id explode. not much detail to note except his collar pins are like his double blade thingies
luna - lunaaa the concept was âclean girl aestheticâ idk if that happened but im actually really happy with how it came out! might be my favorite of the bunch just because she looks so pretty and happy. your honor she should have been able to just be a normal girl and just. chill
prompto - prompotoooo i had trouble picking his vibe!!! my first thought was techwear?? because weeheeeehee he loves tech and well... you know... but then i realized i didnt really like the look of anything i saw + it was so bulky and dark and serious for him! ending up going with some more youthful and baggy. i was considering something more loud and colorful but ended up not going with it. i feel like in canon he'd be too nervous to have such a flashy fit and would want to just look "cool" to fit in with the boys lol. itty bitty details here - chocobo keychain, pompompurin and bi miku buttons, and his lanyard is kings knight themed! i also thought it was funny to write LUCIS on his shirt like you know those shirts that just say BROOKLYN or TOKYO or SAN FRANCISCO and thats it. thats what its like
gladio - okay i know this is going to sound like a lie but im not horny for gladio like at all, hes my least favorite, i think he's just alright. but also i KNOW in my heart of hearts that he would LOVE being a leather daddy and so i had to make it happen. main detail to note here is that his tank top has the motifs of a cup noodle! i didnt know what else to add cause you know.. hes the cup noodle guy.. but also i didnt want it to be so in your face about it with a big as logo so kept it subtle!
(side note the leather daddy gave me an idea for a post where its like noct and prom go to a gay bar all nervous but then they run into gladio and its like "p: GLADIO YOURE GAY?" "n: nevermind that PLEASE dont tell ignis we snuck out" and then ignis walks up and theyre all like WHAT THE FUCK!!!! caption would be "the gang finds out theyre all bisexual." probably wont draw it but i think its very funny lol)
iris - iris my sweetheart.... definitely leaned into the scene vibes here and also that one image of the blonde emo anime girl. details here - of course the moogle big ass backpack and keychain (can you tell i love keychains), but also her buttons are an iris (the flower) and also a crown with hearts (haha symbolism)
anyways oh god i didnt mean to write an essay down here. usually i keep this in the tags but this time i just had Too Much To Say. can you tell i put a lot of thought and love into this . anwyays. *walks off into the sunset and fuckig dies*
#ffxv#final fantasy xv#ff15#final fantasy 15#noctis lucis caelum#ignis scientia#lunafreya nox fleuret#prompto argentum#gladiolus amicitia#iris amicitia#koob art#digital art#procreate#illustration
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âł you know youâre better than this.
featuring â anya x gn! reader (mouthwashing)
no, i donât write for mouthwashing, thereâs just not any anya content.
cw: dark themes, mentions of sexual abuse, abuse, mentions of pregnancy, vomiting, blood, implications of suicide, character deaths, controlling behavior, triggering themes, angst, panic attack, reader is fresh out of medical school, barely hurt and comfort
6 weeks before the crash.
â guess who~? â
you croon, playfully hovering your hands over the onyx haired womanâs eyes as you snuck up behind her in the med room. anya was standing in front of the sink, quietly washing her hands. a soft giggle rolls off her smiling lips, body language relaxed,
â hmm, daisuke?â
you snicker, â i didnât know i was a silly boy.â
anya hums thoughtfully while the faucet still runs and her hands soaking wet. â captain? â
â yes it is i, the big softie blond with curls! â you proclaimed, goofily deepening your voice to make the voice of the captain, curly. if curly was here, he definitely would of made fun of your half-baked impression of him. anya lets out a bubbly laugh that makes the corner of your lips curl upwards even more. you fight the urge to hug her from behind and squeeze her silly from how wondrous she is. to think you get to be on a space trip with the woman you love and admire deeply makes you wanna float through the endlessly sea of stars and wonder.
â now that I guessed you right, can i finish washing my hands and greet my lover properly? â anya asks in a jovial tone.
â mhmm~ â you removed your hands away from her eyes and backed off so she can finish washing her hands. it takes a few moments for anya to finish. she turns the faucet off, grabs a paper towel from the dispenser, and wipes her hands off. after throwing the crumbled paper towel in the small bin, she turns around to finally face you. despite her hues resembling a gloomy grey, they brighten as they drink you in. anya immediately seeks for you, wrapping her arms around your frame and gently brushes up against you. you gladly reciprocate the loving gesture, running a delicate up her back and let it rest on her upper back.
â so, howâs evaluations going three months in? â you asked, pressing a quick kiss to her brow, â has the others evaluations been okay? no crazy confessions yet right? â you inquired with a teasing voice. anya is far experienced in psychology than you are so you leave the evaluations to her. and because anyaâs more outgoing and hands-on, you felt like anyaâs more capable of taking on medic role. you were luckily squeezed on this ship as a last minute intern similar to daisuke for the experience. six people on a four-man ship is so far quite the experience. you try not to get in the way of the others and besides anya, you mostly interact with curly and daisuke.
anya pauses, recalling her memories from the monthly evaluations.
â hm. .âoh! daisuke. .a very bright and funny boy that really puts himself out there. he inspires me to be more optimistic. ugh, heâs also disgustingly lucky when it comes to those board games we play. â her lips ball up in a cute pout, you laugh, â
â stop saying heâs lucky, anya. youâre just being a sore loser. just accept that heâs better than you at board games! â
anya playfully rolls her eyes, â oh hush. donât tell me youâre on his side. â
you smirked, â iâm on your side, beautifulâbuttt iâm still gonna hand you the truth. lovingly. â
anya tells you about the other three evaluations, curly, swansea, and jimmy. her voice is light-hearted when she talks about curly. she describes him as being kind but a bit reserved. he never talks much about himself. everyone has their own story and perhaps even some like him chooses to not tell his as itâs locked away behind the fleshy walls of his bleeding heart. when anya got to swansea, her tone is the same but itâs dampens a bit; melancholic. she describes the crude mechanic as a man whoâs been through a lot in life and still lives on despite his struggles. despite how rough he acts, thereâs something about him that makes you feel sorry for him. thereâs a sort of loneliness that clings to him like the fresh scent of dry balls after drying your clothes in a dryer. however, you can tell that daisukeâs light is smearing onto the much older manâs demeanor. heâs a little more livelier, although very rough on the edgesâswansea expresses his care for daisuke in a tough love kinda way.
when anya finally gets to the gruff brunette man, the atmosphere shifts. her words holds a certain weight to them that makes you feel slightly uncomfortable. her voice is meek and reluctant as she talks about his recent evaluation. you pick up on anyaâs careful wording and brief pauses during it. she rests her cheek against your shoulder, holding you visibly tighter as if sheâs trying to ground herself through you. anya says that he doesnât really take his evaluation seriously and makes particularly sarcastic comments at her. great. you donât like jimmy because thereâs something about him that rubs you the wrong way. was it that permanent mean look on his face? that judgmental look in his hooded, brown eyes whenever he passes by you in the hallways? what could have you possibly done to him to make him look at you like that? you donât really talk to him and care more for curly. he is the leader and main pilot after all.
â . .if heâs making you uncomfortable, i can do his evaluations for you. psychological evaluations require a one on one session and i can do it while youâre outside of the door.â you mutter, rubbing loose circles into anyaâs back.
your lover stays silent for a moment. â . . .no, i can handle it. but, you standing behind the door instead puts me a little more at ease though, haha. â
â of course. anya, look at me. â and she does, pulling her head away to peer at you with those pretty, upturned eyes of hers. a tender palm cups her cheek. anyaâs skin feels warm and soft to the touch. â if anything happens, youâll tell me right? i may only be the intern but i will absolutely raise hell for you. â
anya smiles at you warmly at you, grayish eyes twinkling with endearment. she leans in and kisses your lips. â i prefer that you not to because iâd hate for you to get booted into space by the crew. â she remarks jokingly in between brief kisses.
â hmm. â you bring your lips to the bridge of her nose, under the tender flesh of her eye, everywhere until sheâs a smiling mess. â weâll have to see about that. â
5 weeks before the crash.
restless, you exhale as you blankly stare at the white ceiling. due to anyaâs head laying on your chest and her body nuzzled against your side, you can hardly change positions or get up, really. you donât want to wake her up either.
â canât sleep? â she whispers out gently, her hand that was intertwined with yours, lightly squeezed.
â mmm, not really. did i wake you up with my defeated sighs, anya? â
â . . kinda. but iâm use to this by now since this is a habit you like to do when you canât sleep, (name).âyou can hear the fond smile in her voice. after two years of dating, anyaâs able to read and soak up your habits. sheâs so attentive to your mannerisms, knows when youâre apprehensive by the twitching of your fingers and eyes. she knows when youâre happy, sadâitâs quite ridiculous how could someone so knowledgeable like her is struggling to get accepted to med school several times while it only took you once to get in. youâre not a registered nurse prior to getting into med school or anything like that. yes, you worked really hardâbut lets admit it; you were just simply lucky to get in. lucky and currently hundred thousand dollars in debt after finishing.
â iâll let you sleep. i think i will just sneak into med bay to finish reading the social animal. i wanna be good at psychology as my awesome, future wife is.â you asked, pressing a chaste kiss on her temple.
anya laughs sleepily, â oh, stop it. youâre not going to fall asleep in there, are you? â
â of course not! iâll come back to you once iâm feeling tired. but, if you miss me or have a nightmare, you know where to find me~ â
she removes her head off your chest and breaks away from you with a soft pout. â i suppose so. â
you get up from the bed and dipped down to kiss the tip of her pretty roman nose. â buh bye for now, beautiful. â you coo, adjusting the blanket back over her body.
â see you, hun. â
you slip on your slippers and walked out of your shared cabin. besides the sound of the low humming noise of the ship, silence fills the void of the still atmosphere. itâs surprisingly chilly as you exit the sleeping quarters and walk through the narrow-like hallways to medical. your footsteps softly bounces throughout the metal walls and your distorted shadow follows behinds you. thereâs a churning feeling in your gut as you walk and walk. was it really okay to skip off to medical at the middle of ânightâ just to read? wouldnât it have suffice to simply stay and talk to anya until you were able to fall asleep?
your eye twitch and your fingers curl ever so slightly.
should you just go back to her?
â hey, youâre still âup.â
a rough voice calls out, ripping you away from your thoughts. you stop walking. your eyes wander over to the source and a shiver runs down your spine. jimmy, still in his jumpsuit, stands by the hallway leading to the cockpit. thereâs a sense of uneasiness in the air as his quiet gaze lingers on you, waiting for your response.
â yeah, canât sleep. â you say in a deadpan voice, â what about you? â
jimmy runs his fingers through his tousled chocolate locks before shrugging. â same as you. but iâm just taking a aimless stroll. where you headinâ to? â
none of your business.
â medical. â
thereâs something in his eyes that visibly changes; a taunting glint that has you side-eyeing him. a corner of his thin lips curl into a subtle, smug smirk.
â youâre a little ways to go, dr. intern. â
you roll your eyes and start walking pass him, â i know. at least i know where to go, mr. co pilot. â
jimmy clicks his tongue behind you, muttering something under his breath before his footsteps become distant in your ears. you turn your head, throwing a quick glance over your shoulder. you see his tall silhouette walking down the direction towards the sleeping quarters. â smug fuck, i hope you sleep like shit tonight. â you murmur, trying your best to ignore the sinking feeling in your tummy.
with a tired sigh, you slumped in the chair, turning one of many pages you gone through. the ticking clock in the background occasionally hits your ears as your fingers lazily drum against the pristine white surface of the desk. your droopy (e/c) eyes skim across a quote that leaves the remainder of your conscious mind wondering.
reason and emotion are not separate and opposed. reason is nestled upon emotion and dependent upon it. emotion assigns value to things, and reason can only make choices on the basis of those valuations. the human mind can be pragmatic because deep down it is romantic.
âis it wrong to use only reasoning to make a decision devoid of emotion . .? or is it actually wrong to let your emotions influence your decisions and reasoning? â you sleepily muse to yourself.
oh, being human is so complicated.
your head perk up at the medbay door sliding open. surprise is written all over your face once you see a seemingly shaken up anya walking inside. her arms are tucked to her chest, hands clutching her elbows.â anya? itâs only been. .two hours? you had a nightmare already? â you asked worriedly, standing up from the desk to make your way over to her.
â i. .y-yes, it was t-terrible. .â anya whispers in a quivering voice. her head is down, avoiding eye contact. you try to grasp her elbow and lure her into your arms but she violently flinches from your touch.
pulling away quickly, your face contorts into a look of worry. â baby? â
teary-eyed, anya quickly lifts up her head, mustering a shaky smile. â oh dear, i-iâm sorry. i-iâm just still quite shaken up from the nightmare, h-haha. i need a minute or so to recoup myself. can i stay here with you? â anya sometimes get nightmares but it was only due to stress. she never had a nightmare that got her like this.
â . .of course. you donât even have to ask. here, you can sit on one of those beds. â carefully, you ghost your hand over the small of her back as you guide her to a bed. she quietly sits down with a soft sniffle and you follow suit. your heart squeezes at the sound of her soft hiccups and the sight of her head down. you can hardly see her face due to her saber strands hanging down. â can. .is it safe for me to have my arm around you? â
she meekly bobs her head and you delicately curl an arm around her, taking note of her body momentarily stiffening up before gradually relaxing. â do you want to talk about your nightmare? â
it takes her a moment to reply. â . . no. i donât really remember much of it now anyways. â
you frown, leaving it at that despite wanting to push for more. anya always remember her nightmares. thereâs something thatâs eating away at your gut and itâs making you anxious. you gnaw at your lip and your eyes twitch. you should be focusing on her. whatever youâre feeling right now is the result of your overthinking. you should trust her. it was just a rare, horrible nightmare that gotten her like this.
things can happen unexpectedly without an explanation.
perhaps you shouldnât push for an answer and leave it alone?
1 week before the crash.
â hah! i win! in your face! â daisuke laughs in triumphant, placing his pink piece over on the next move that solidifies his victory. anya groans loudly next to you, crossing her arms and pouts like a kid who gotten their toy taken away. â this is unbelievable! i almost had it! â
you laughed, â better luck next time, anya. it seems like the kid has a brighter future than you when it comes to board games! â
ever since that night, anyaâs been uncharacteristically a little distant and jumpy. sheâd always seek for your touch. but now, she seems reluctant to touch you first. whenever you try to show anya any kind of affection, it takes her a moment to reciprocate. you canât really surprise her now or sheâll get visibly startled. anya has trouble sleeping and wakes up from the any sound or movement so you have to be still. for the past four weeks, you tried to ask her about her abnormal behavior, and sheâd tell you vague reasons like, â i just havenât been feeling well. â or â that nightmare got to me more than i thought, iâm sorry. â
youâre worried about herâeven her smiles are dampened with a sliver of sadness behind them. you really want to help but you donât know how. it feels like sheâs slowly putting a wall between you, her, and her true feelings. at least right now sheâs like her old self again. youâre glad.
â hey guys. having fun in here, huh? â curly and jimmy walks inside the lounge. the blond waves at the three of you with a welcoming smile while jimmy awkwardly stood behind him.
â yeah! i was able to beat anya this time! isnât that right, anya? â
â mhm, but as usual, it was luck. â anya says softly, her voice lacking the enthusiasm as it did before. she tucks her arms into her chest. you flash her a look of concern. there it is again, the churning feeling in your belly. why did her mood sour like that? was it because of curly and jimmyâs arrival? your eyes travel back to the two men, quietly observing them. curly ruffles daisukeâs hair as he stood behind the couch daisuke is sitting on. heâs completely focused on talking to daisuke. your gaze transition over to jimmy and his eyes meet with yours.
that same glint he had in his eyes a few weeks ago, has you feeling more than uneasy. then, your mind suddenly flashes back to the subtle smirk he had and him walking back to the direction of the sleeping quarters. not too long after him going over there and you lounging in medbay, anya joins you, trembling and barely wanting you to touch her. you thought about her saying it was a bad nightmare and didnât remember enough to tell you the details of it. like what you thought about before, anya always remembers her nightmares and only gets them due to stress.
the horrible realization starts to sink in and your heart drops to the very pits of your stomach. it drowns in a sea of dread.
oh god, did he go to her while you were. . .?
you feel sick. why did you ignore that gut feeling in your stomach during your walk to medbay back then? why didnât you stay with anya? why did you just figure this out now?
you stand up unexpectedly, startling everyone.
â (name)? whatâs the matter? â anya asks with clear worry. throat dry, you gathered up the strength to cast her a assuring smile that doesnât reach your eyes in which she notices right away.
â i. .i need to go to the restroom. iâll be back everyone. . â
you quickly slide the bathroom door behind you. unable to hold your own weight anymore, you fall to your knees. thereâs a suffocating feeling in your chest thatâs causing your breathing to become uneven. your mind races back to the evaluations and how uncomfortable anya looked every time she had to do jimmyâs. yes, you stood behind the door to provide her some âsecurityâ in the recent weekly evaluations, but god, you actually let her be in the same room alone with this man? her assaulter? you did basically nothing but blindly trusted her words and ignored your intuition.
maybe anya didnât want to tell you because she knew that youâd make a big uproar out of it, thus making the situation possibly even worse?
or maybe she was afraid youâd look at her differently?
. . .or maybe jim threatened her to not tell the crew?
t r u s t
she kept this in all this time and gave these inconsistent reasons that you knew was out of character for her to make up. . and yet. .you ignored the obvious signals and trusted her anyway. all you had to do was listen to your gut feeling and sit down with her to talk. all you had to say was that you were there for her and youâll listen to anything she has to say if she wants to talk. youâd do anything for herâanything. even if it meant the cost of your internship which matters practically nothing to you. itâs not like the company was worth shit anyways. what fucking company doesnât implement locks on doors in rooms where their own employees sleep in? what company just allows someone like him in?
tears bubble in your eyes as you grit your teeth, seething in frustration. you bite down on your bottom until the thin layer skin easily rips and starts to bleed. you bawl your hands into tight fists, nails dig into your palm until moon crescents dig into the flesh. youâre so horrible.
you feel so sick.
this is what she must of felt but much much worse.
you canât even imagine how she had to process what happened all alone in the dark and walk through the long corridors in dead silence just to get to medbay, to you. you canât imagine how it feels to hide something so traumatic from everyone while gathering up your broken shards of identity in silence. you donât blame herâyou can never blame her from hiding what happened between her and jimmy. you can only blame yourself for being ignorant and not fully realizing how dangerous he truly is.
your stomach turns upside down and you feel the sudden need to vomit. you scrambled over to the toilet and puke your guts out. series of fat tears roll down your cheeks.
â ugh. .â you coughed hoarsely, hunched over.
you feel sick. you feel sick. you feel sick. you feel sick. you feel sickâ
a few firm knocks on the bathroom door made you freeze.
anyaâs concerned voice calls out behind the bathroom door. â (name), are you alright? are you feeling well? â
you couldnât even respond properly without hacking which gave yourself away immediately. alerted by your excessive coughing, she successfully slides the door open and rushes inside to your aid.
you never locked the door behind you, did you?
â iâm here, (name). please, let it all out. â anya rubs your back soothingly, not bothered by the drool and vomit spilling from your lips. you feel embarrassed under the worried, gentle gaze of anya. she whispers comforting words as you finishing vomiting. she grabs some paper towels and silently offers to wipe your face. you shake your head and gingerly take the towels from her hands and do it yourself.
anya opens her mouth to speak but you interrupt her.
â itâs funny, â you half laughed and sobbed, â how you were able to come in so quickly just as i realized the door wasnât locked. â
anyaâs eyes widen with shock and looks as if she was about to burst into tears.
1 month after the crash.
â anya, sweetheart? â you gently call out to her before resting a hand on anyaâs shoulder as stood by the sink, soaking curlyâs bandages with soap and water. the fresh bandages are slowly starting to run out because of curlyâs nonstop bleeding. you and anya both agreed to clean and reuse the bandages after one use to maintain the supply.
she still slightly jumps and turns her head around with a soft smile. âa-ah! s-sorry, (name). whatâs wrong? â
â let me clean the bandages and give captain his meds. youâve been standing there for the past forty minutes. sit out in the lounge, okay? after watching you the first few times, i know what to do. â
a look of uncertainty dwells on her face as she ponders over your words. gingerly, you place a hand over her stomach. â please, anya? iâve seen how uncomfortable you look when you do this for him, you donât have to hide it from me because iâm your lover. weâve talked about this. iâll do anything i can to shoulder your burden and make sure that youâre not pushing your body. â
anyaâs grey hues flicker with appreciation and a twinge of guilt. â okay, iâll go sit down. if you need me, please holler out. i-i hate to make you do this afterââ
â anya. â you interrupt her, reaching out to cradle her pale cheeks. they feel warm under your palms. your gaze pools into her own. â anything. â you whisper, resting your forehead against hers. anyaâs lips pursue in a thin line. you know she wants to object but she swallows her words without anything to wash it down with, leaving behind a bitter taste. you lift your chin to press a lingering kiss to anyaâs forehead.
tentatively, anya walks out of the medical, leaving you and a shell of a man in the room alone. a deep sigh runs past your lips and you go over to the halfâfoamed up desk to quietly grab a bottle of pain meds. â captain. â you mutter, walking over to the bed where he permanently lays. what a pitiful sight to witness. curly resembles a meat bag, his limbs left horribly mutated and amputated, his once tan skin is now all gone and long burned off. heâs stripped from his protection and only his vulnerable muscles are exposed. his only eye, wide and blue, stares up at you. you stare back blankly. through a singular sea of blue, you see a mass of fear, pain, and most of all, regret.
â i donât hate you, captain, â you pop the bottle open. â iâm sure anya doesnât either. well, anya wouldnât bring herself to hate you even if she wanted to anyways. â
he doesnât respond but his permanent wideâeyed gaze continues to stare you down.
â iâll give you 5mg of oxycodone before i do your bandages. iâll give you your second dose afterwards.â
you shake out two pills from the bottle. â . . .all of this isnât really your fault. misguided karma can be cruel. however, â you slowly opened his jaw, the slimy sound of his muscles moving against each other makes you cringe. you see why anya can get more nauseated off of this. â misplaced trust in a bitter person whoâs undeserving of trust in the first place is what gets someone like you in a position like this. â
you hold his jaw, his exposed, irritated muscles twitch erratically against your protective layer of skin. your stomach swirls with a sinking feeling. curly starts to breath heavily, his pupil dilates. you hold one pill between your index finger and thumb. hot tears prickle at the corner of your twitching eyes as a shaky grin stretches across your face, and a bead of sweat rolls down your brow. you feel sick to the utter depths of your stomach.
â donât struggle , yeah? â
this wasnât your worst moment right , curly?
0 days before the crash.
â curly, fuck, where did he walk away to? â you stopped curly in the middle corridors, pulling him back by his broad shoulder with a firm hand. curly, whoâs face is full of panic and confusion, frantically responds back. â i-i donât know but iâm going to go find him to try and talkââ
â i-iâm sorry, talk? this goes beyond talking at this fucking point! that fucking dog assaulted anya and sheâs pregnant! â you spat, heart full of frustration, â do you think talking to her assaulter is going to fix shit? do you think doing the bare minimum is going to take back what she went through?! â
he runs a trembling hand through his blond curls. â i-i understand butâfuck, let me just tryâandâand, â
your hand drops to your side and you send him a look of utter disappointment. â unâfuckingâbelievable. how many times did anya tell you about jimmy? did you know about his shitty behavior even before she got pregnant? assaulted? she doesnât want to tell me the answer so iâm fucking asking you! â
he stays slient, the guilty expression dawning on his face says it all.
â . .what a great leader you are, captain. â you growled, â allowing that shitty friend of yours to ride this ship and you do barely nothing until the situation blows up in your face. this is what happens when you let your personal emotions dilute your judgment and reason as a leader. this is the outcome. the crew is my responsibility, my ass. if i had it my way, i would of shoved his ass in the cryo pod the second iâve found out. but alas, iâm not the fucking leader but a damn intern. i held it allll in for a week for this shit? just imagine how anya felt to endure the awful trauma longer than that only for you, the captain, the only person with power, to handle it so horribly. fool.âyou turn your heels and stomping back to medical for anya.
4 months after the crash.
â daisuke. . kiddo, â you gently call out to him as you find him somberly laying on his back next to the area leading to the cargo. his forearm rests over his eyes.
â you okay? â
â no, not really. .itâs just. .i wonder what my mother thinks right now. .sheâs probably thinking iâm finally putting my feet into the water, finally learning and figuring out what i should to do in life during this internship. .meanwhile iâm on my back getting wasted off of. .mouthwash. â
you sit down next to him. you thought about what to say for a prolonged moment before asking him,
â before all of this, did you enjoy the internship? â
â i. . .i did. .i was having fun . .with swansea, anya, you, a-and . . â
daisuke lets out a soft sniffle, you just smile solemnly.
â donât cry, sunshine. as long as you enjoyed yourself, thatâs all that matters. even in the predicament weâre in now. .letâs have hope. once all of this is over, your mother will be proud that you got through this internship and you should tell her allll about what you did and learned with the olâ man swansea. that man is a hot mess but i know he enjoys you as his intern.â
â . . .really? â he meekly asks, peeking at you from under his forearm with teary eyes. god, daisuke looks like a sad puppy.
â of course, kiddo. â you force out a happy laugh to appease him. you hate to lie to him but as long as jimmy is attempting to play captain, the situation will continue to spiral down into the abyss. you know with absolute certainty that jimmy was the one who caused the ship to crash. the fact that man pinned the blame on his close friend, who was trying to see good in him, for crashing the ship is beyond disgusting. judging from curlyâs recent evaluation from anya before the crash, he did seem a little melancholic. but, for him to drastically make a reckless decision to sabotage the ship and everyone in it? he wouldnât do that even if it was on his mind. jimmy on the other hand. .
â oh. .it seems like you beat me to him. is he alright?âanyaâs relieved voice rings in your ears. you draw your attention over to your partner whoâs walking down the corridor towards you and daisuke. she uncrosses her arms that was once tucked to her chest and you raise a brow.
â yeah, just a little sad but i was talking to him. howâd you know he was here? â
her gaze averts to the ground and you jump up, anger bubbles in your chest. â jimmy, wasnât it? what did he do? he didnât hurt or yell at you or anything, did he? â
you pace over to her and rest your hands on her shoulders. â no, noâseriously, iâm okay. . he sent me here to check on daisuke while he took care of some things. i was just surprised you were here. â it had to be more then that.
sighing heavily, you turn back to daisuke who was now attempting to get back on his feet. â daisuke, be careful. .has swansea been making you drink that mouthwash stuff again with him? â you questioned skeptically, walking over to him to assist him back on his feet. wobbling, the brunette boy softly groans as you let him rest his arm loosely around your shoulders for support.
â. .no. .yeah. . i. .may. .kinda, totally have went overboard with it this time. b-but i gave it to jimmy because i didnât wanna mess with it anymore. â
aggravated, you smack your teeth, â so youâre saying that he saw you like that and didnât even bother to help you up himself and sends anya down here instead? iâm so sick of his shit! some fuckinâ wannabe captain he is! you could of threw up and choked on your own damn vomit! that careless fucker knew that! â
â youâre starting to sound like swansea. â daisuke mutters through his drunken haze.
anya speaks up in a soft voice thatâs mean to calm you. â (name), you have to calm down. i understand that youâre upset. .but we need to rest daisuke down somewhere in the lounge. â
your eye twitch and your lips purse. she was right. plus, you donât want daisuke to hear all of this while heâs struggling with his own inner conflicts. even the effects of the dire situation is dawning down on him and taking a toll on his mental health.
but fuck, youâre tired of being quiet.
d o s o m e t h i n g
? ? Âż ! months before the ????
you canât sleep. a soft sigh leaves your lips. anyaâs body lightly stirs besides you. you donât want to leave her but itâd be right to check up on curly to see if he needs his meds. thereâs no time clock but curlyâs groaning and restlessness indicates you that itâs time for his painkillers. if he is in pain, youâll just give him his meds and come back to anya. itâs been a straight shot to the medical room ever since the crash. the foam has completely fucked up the sleeping quarters. . maybe itâs for the better or worse now. everyone is bunched together in the lounge room with extra sleeping beds from the medical. luckily, there hasnât been any problems amongst the crew and itâs easier to keep in eye on jimmy.
â anya, â you whispered out to her. she lays on her left side, facing you. pieces of her shaggy hair prettily hovers over her tired eyes as they fluttered open. â yeah? â she responds back, you send her a small smile, reaching out to brush the strands away from her face.
â iâm going to go check up on captain in the medical. iâll. .be back, okay? if this dumb thing goes off, â you gesture to the broken robot standing an inch away from you and anyaâs sleeping bags. thankfully itâs able to go off, albeit broken thanks to jimmy. originally, anya suggested the idea and you couldnât agree more with it.
â iâll be running to you so fast like how i did after i found out that passed my final exams. â you whispered playfully.
recalling the joyful memory, a soft giggle leaves anyaâs lips. she remembered you were so anxious and restless over the final exams that she kept having to pinch you and make you run with her to get your mind off of things. once you found out that you passed med school, you ran so fast to anya while she was waiting outside of the campus for you and nearly ran her over. she nods with a beautiful smile that you missed so much. anya was always a carefree woman who was willing to go through hardships with a coolâmind and solutions. but, after this overhaul trip going downhill and the terrible shit thatâs happened and is currently happeningâthe light in her eyes is duller. it mirrors her reserved and almost timid-like behavior now.
thatâs not who anya isâthatâs not her and thatâs not who she should by the damages of a terrible, insecure man who refuses to swallow down his own ever-growing problems like a hard pill and take responsibility for his self-sabotaging actions. you bet heâd choke on himself and self-destruct if he ever tried swallowing. all he ever does is vomit and project himself onto others.
â okay. we can also clean his bandages after weâve rested. â anya suggests.
you shake your head, ghosting a hand over her belly. the bump has slowly been getting bigger but isnât very noticeable to others. â thereâs no we, just me. the last time you got nauseated, you asked jimmy to give curly his meds while i was busy with daisuke and. .he. .â you trailed off and sighed with frustration. you still canât get over anya telling you the truth about jimmy getting frustrated at her for asking him to give curly his meds because of her nausea.
absolutely horrible.
before anya can say anything, you give her a quick kiss on the forehead.
â iâll be back this time. â
you got up carefully to not alert the broken robot and paced towards medical. as you did, you glanced around the lounge to see whoâs in their respective sleeping bags.
daisuke is laid out asleep.
swansea has been sleeping by the utility and now you know why he was does. you donât have any objections to it. itâs only fair for the sunshine to be preserved.
jimmy is no where to be found. cockpit, maybe?
as you near the medical, alarming sounds of struggling and curlyâs groans made your heart drop. frantically, you sprinted towards the door and slammed it open.
s e c o n d c h a n c e
s e c o n d c h a n c e
â wh-what the fuck are you doing, jimmy?! g-get off of him! â her
you ran over to the self-proclaimed captain who was hunching over the defenseless curly, shoving pills into his mouth and down his throat while beating at his stomach. with all of your strength, you shoved jimmy backwards, pulling him away from curlyâs mutilated body, who helplessly laid there in the bloodied medical bed, crying and groaning in pain.
â are you out of your fucking mind, you crazy fuck?!âyou screamed at him while he has this mixed, horrid look of panic and frustration on his unshaven face. the pill bottle clutched in his hand made a loud rattling noise as he drops them on the tile floor and it rolls next to you.
â i-iâ h-he was. .m-making too much n-nâoomph! â
thanks to your adrenaline, you shoved himâhard, causing him to stumble back against the desk. pill bottles tumble and crash onto the floor.
hurried footsteps approach the medical from the loud crashes and yelling.
â so your fucking solution was to beat up that poor man who canât even goddamn defend himself now? let me fucking remind you since youâre too busy trying to play captain and canât take responsibility! that man is laying there, the way he is now, because ofâugh! â
in a burst fit of blind rage, he returns the favor and presses his heavy palms against your chest, harshly shoving you backwards. you try to maintain your balance, but your foot accidentally steps on one of the pill bottles, and you fall backwards onto the solid floor, hitting your head. hard.
crack!
you almost instantly black out. not before hearing a loud gasp and anyaâs frantic shouting.
â (name)! j-jimmy. . . at . .did. . .u do?! â
Âż!!! ?????????
just me and you vs the world, anya.
â seriously? this show is so horrible, anya! even my dad who has terrible taste in tv shows, canât watch this! â you groaned exaggeratedly, sinking your cheek into your palm, slouching on the elbow of the couch. anya shrugs with a smug smile, placing the tv remote down on the coffee table.
â well thatâs tooo bad, hun. i need to binge this show to clear my mind out completely. all i need is my go-to-combo i usually get from wendyâs. â
you roll your eyes, â it could of been at least mcdonaldâs or something. but. .wendyâs? â
â they have the best frosties! donât act you dislike it because they messed up your order once. â she giggles, leaning over to playfully hit at your ankle.
the show starts and you can barely stomach it. you donât understand how she zeros out her mind from watching this stuff. itâs so cheesy and bad.
you peer over at anya and just as expected, sheâs watching it like sheâs into it. anyaâs sitting up against the couch, legs crossed while sheâs wearing a oversized t-shirt and pajamas. her heap of black shaggy hair that reaches just below her shoulders, was beautifully messy. usually at night, she doesnât really bother with it. her fair skin shines pretty under the tv light. her pretty lashes fluttering and downturned eyes glistening with interest as she watch the corny reality tv showâgod, sheâs so breathtaking.
â so, anya. â you speak up as soon as the tv cuts to commercials. her undivided attention draws over to you and you cast her a goofy, suggestive smile.
â while this commercial runs, wanna makeout? â
she blinks at you several times as if to process your question and bursts out laughing.
â ewwww! â
â ewwww? what the hell, baby! câmeree. â you get off the elbow of the couch to playfully grab and pull at the laughing anyaâs arm to pull her closer.
â weâre not some bored teenager couple, you know! â
you successfully pull her into you, wrapping your arms around her body. â feels like we are when iâm with youu~ â you coo, puckering your lips at her with teasing intent.
anya blocks your lips with her palm and you immediately lick at it. she gasps and retracts her hand away, allowing you the opportunity to topple her over and kiss all over her pretty face and pouty lips.
â hehe, (name)! â
once youâre done with your barrage, you bury your face into her neck.
â marry me once me and you become doctors, anya~ â you croon, melting into her body.
thereâs a momentary pause before her smiling voice responds to you, full of adoration,
â of course. i wouldnât have it any other way, (name).â
??? ??Âż is it finally over ??Âż!
your eyes peel open, a surge of sharp pain and confusion shoots through your body like a needle. but, once your gaze immediately locks onto the woman you love above you, your heart calms a little. she doesnât notice that youâre now awake and stares off into somewhere with brooding eyes.
â a-anya? â
anyaâs eyes widen and she snaps her gaze down at you in surprise as your head is currently laid on her lap. tears swell in the corner of her reddened eyes.
â y-youâre awake again! i-i thought you were finally. .â
despite not being able to move your body from the waist under and through the pain pounding in your head, you smile weakly at her.
â f-finally what? i-i told you iâll come back to you. although. . .â your eyes search the dim setting around you. itâs blurred and bright. it seems like you and anya are in the medical? didnât you come back from medical after checking up on curly?
c o n f u s i o n
â why arenât we in bed? weâre in medical right now. . â
anyaâs lips trembles as she struggles to not cry.
â weâve decided to rest in here and talk like weâre a bored teenage couple. â
you let out a weak laugh. â r-really? my br-brain is all over the place right now. everything is starting to feel and look fuzzy. â
your eyes starts to dilate and unfocus but they never leave anya. she says nothing, and quietly caresses your cheek.
your skin has become more discolored while you were unconscious.
how many hours?
how many hours has it been since she locked herself with you and captain? and how many times has her thoughts endlessly ponder and ponder over jimmyâs words he once said to her months back?
t a k e c a r e o f i t
â a-anya. .? â
anya forces out a smile. her quivering fingers brush away the sweaty hair sticking to your forehead.
my hands are s h a k i n g.
â . .y-yes? â anya can barely contain the heartbreak in her voice.
â w-weâll take of it together. â you slurred, â o-once i get my l-license, iâll support us and you donât need to w-worry about a thing. o-once the baby is born, iâll take care of them while you st-study to get into medical school again. i-iâll. .even help you. .too. i st-still have my. .notes. â
dark red liquid seeps down your nose. she sees the light becoming dull in your dilated (e/c) hues that she adored so much.
the external bleeding and swelling in your head is pulling you under.
a quiet sob slips from her throat and she gently brings your head up to her chest. her body shudders as she weeps.
thereâs a few broken whimpers that sounds far too strangled to be hers or yours.
â . . d-donât cry, an. .ya, i. .iâm just g-gonna sleep. y. .you holding. .me like this. .makes me feel at ease. .i. .can finally sleep. .without. .leaving. .ou. .â
your eyes vanish behind discolored eyelids and your head slack against her.
and thereâs a gaping hole akin to a black hole that swallows everything that bounded her down, her dreams, her hopes, her love, her fear, her emotions.
whatâs left is reasonâa reason to the best decision that anya alone can finally act.
with a strangely calm mind and red-rimmed solemn grey eyes, she glances up at the few bottles of pills now left on the desk.
you know youâre better than this.
m a k e n o m i s t a k e , t h i s i s n â t m y w o r s t m o m e n t.
far from it. this is the best decision iâll ever make.
iâll take care of it.
everythingâs blackâbut you hear banging, voices, bottles rattling, pained whimpering and strangled noises that sounds similar to a heartbroken man crying.
you slip back into momentary consciousness. through blurred vision, you see a slumped figure above you. you canât identify who it is but red smears leaves a bit of a hard contrast to your unfocused eyes. without thinking, your feeble hand reach out and youâre only able to make contact with their chin, just with the tips of your fingers.
from one small touch, you can tell the skin long since lost its warmth and now is cold to the touch.
an unknown sorrow strikes your chest and you finally pass with a heart full of confusion, leaving it in a headlock.
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Welcome to my atrocious shipping chart, I apologize in advance
Their opinions on eachother:
Headcanons below:
I've been having a story going on in my mind and it's just progressively evolved over time and this is the culmination of that specifically, so I'll try to explain the context of it here:
MAIN THING HERE IS THAT THE BEASTS (for the most part) "GET ALONG" WITH THEIR OTHER HALF
In my au thingy once they get along both half's get stronger, as if the soul jam becomes more whole (yes the ancients still ascended and reclaimed their soul jams as the rightful owners)
Burning Spice:
Got defeated by golden Cheese Cookie, after she left and he awoke from under the rubble of his castle he went to seek her out, to continue the battle, he wanted to be defeated, to be bested by the only worthy opponent, it was his DESTINY to crumble to her hands, he desired it so much. When he found and re-challenged her, she originally did fight him, but upon seeing how badly he wanted to be destroyed she decided to make him one of her treasures. At first he HATED it and would remind her how he could destroy all of it if he wanted to, but after months of slowly wearing him down he's now her right hand cookie and personal guard, very quick to fight anyone who gets to close to her radiance, he is referred to by the kingdom as "his anarchist".
Shadow milk cookie:
(because his actual story will be coming out soon I'm so paranoid about having to retcon this in the future) he has defeated pure vanilla cookie, finally! After so long!!! But wait, why didn't this victory feel right..? Why was the soul jam not reacting properly? Upon vanilla cookie crumbling should it not go back to him? Spoiler alert, no, no it did not as he was not worthy of it and the light was actively fading, as he began to slowly feel weaker with the progressive fading, having to think fast and make a decision he was not sure if he'd regret, he put all of knowledge to use and revive pure vanilla, centuries of being the representative of knowledge sure does come in handy! Ever since that day and discovering if the light fades so would he, he's tried to stay close to pure vanilla out of convenience, over time it becoming an actual friendship, though he is still overly protective/possessive of him to make sure no one hurts him.
Explanation of the relationships:
Golden cheese
- appreciates how Pure Vanilla's kindness is not conditional and relishes in the praise, though she's worried over him slowly spending less time with White Lily
- loves how loyal Burning Spice is, she is aware he's obsessed with her but she interprets it as him being greedy for her attention (it kinda is ngl)
- has fun doing stuff with shadow milk cookie, they like going to events together like parties and just messing around, they can joke with each other comfortably
Burning Spice
- kinda obsessed with Golden Cheese, seeing her as the only cookie allowed to be stronger than him, he doesn't let other cookies fight her as they're "not worthy"
- mostly sees pure vanilla as one of Golden Cheese's treasures and feels an obligation to her radiance to protect him. Is too uncomfortable to get closer to PV because he reminds him so much of pre-corruption Shadow Milk
- the new shadow milk cookie is definitely more lively, and ever since SM got along with PV his pranks have become more harmless which is enjoyable, one of his oldest buddies
Pure Vanilla
- Golden Cheese is one of his oldest friends, after everything that has happened he doesn't want to lose his friends again, he's slowly spending more time with her as White Lily is busy with other stuff and after everything he just wants to spend time with his friends
- after learning to get along with eachother, shadow milk is actually enjoyable to be around! They can talk about intellectual magic stuff, enjoy food and drinks, play games like chess, or just spend time together in comfortable silence
- does not have any strong opinions on burning spice as they do not talk much, though he isn't sure why considering how often they hang out, PV is confident he's seen BS looking at him sometimes when he thinks he isn't looking
Shadow milk
- pure vanilla is calming, when they feel worked up over something he's always there, PV is helping him get along better with cookies
- Golden Cheese Cookie is (currently) his best friend, they jokingly got along under the pretense on not being huge on WL but their friendship kept improving
- it's too much fun to prank burning spice, like SURE he could just find something they both find fun but as long as BS doesn't how actual disdain towards them he's not gonna stop! He loves to tease him too :)c
If I think of anything else I might add It? Idk, genuinely I just like having good guys in media make the bad guys nice, I enjoy "I can fix him" so much, THE ANCIENTS FIX THE BEASTS I SWEAR
#cookie run kingdom#burning spice cookie#golden cheese cookie#pure vanilla cookie#shadow milk cookie#pureshadow#burningcheese#au shinanigans#idk what the AUs called tho cuz its just a story in my mind that wont go further than small stuff like this
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f!reader x bf!vernon | m.list | wc:0,8k
request:hii can i please request a vernon imagine where svt doesnt believe theyre dating reader because hes so nonchalant but svt finds them either in a sweet or sexual position or something? its up to you! thank you <3
a/n: I apologize to the person who wrote the request. your request was deleted because the tags did not work in a way that I did not understand and I have to repost it...I hope it works this time.
I added a little texting at the end to make it a little more fun, enjoy reading!
"From the world to Vernon." Vernon looked up at Seungkwan's call "Oh sorry, were you saying something?" Kwan rolled his eyes, turned to the front and started muttering to himself "Oh really...What's wrong with this kid, his mind has been elsewhere lately." Jeonghan who entered the room answered him "Don't mess with him, he's probably texting with his girlfriend." It was obvious that the sentence he said was in a mocking tone and a few members laughed at this but Vernon didn't care and continued texting you. He didn't feel the need to prove to anyone that he was dating you because he didn't want to deal with it, and deep down he knew that they were all wrong and he was going to continue this as long as he could.
The rest of the day was spent both texting you and chatting with the others. When it was evening the next day, you were going to his house to surprise him because you missed him. In the meantime, a few members were gathered at his house watching a movie, unaware of everything. Dino, who was bothered by the notifications on Vernon's phone, whined "Yah! Either turn that sound down or answer." Vernon picked up his phone and smiled when he saw that the message was from you.
'I'm outside the door.'
'I missed you...can I see you for a few seconds?'
He cleared his throat and stood up, drawing attention to himself for a moment. "Go on without me, I have something to do, I'll be back." When he realized that they were continuing with the movie without questioning it, he went to the door. You ran to him as soon as you saw him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His arms that had been waiting for you found your waist and pulled you closer, burying his head in your neck and breathing in your scent. "I missed you." He mumbled, you chuckled and when you pulled away, he kissed you on the lips. "Did I come at the wrong time?" You knew the others were home so you didn't want to disturb them, but your longing for him got the better of you.
Vernon shook his head, one hand moving to your cheek, feeling him stroke it with his thumb. âItâs okay, after all, they wouldnât believe me even if I said my girlfriend was here.â You laughed at that, he would send you a few voice recordings when they talked about Vernon lying, and it was definitely worth listening to. âSo..When are we going to prove this to them?â you asked, although you didnât mind it, you were curious about how far he would go. Vernon closed the gap between you again, his hand on your cheek moving to your neck, slowly pulling you closer to him as he murmured âI donât really care if they believe me or not. All I care about is you right here with me, so just let me take care of you.â
His lips brushed gently against yours, and you couldnât wait any longer because of your longing for him, and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, kissing his lips more passionately. He laughed at how hungry you were in between the kisses, and didnât hesitate to respond. He sucked your lower lip gently and his hand started to roam your body to feel every part of you that he missed. You opened your mouth and brushed your tongue against his-
"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING??" Hoshi's shout echoed in the dark street, you backed away in fear and turned to the owner of the voice. His shout must have caught the attention of the other members because some of them opened the door and moved towards you while others settled at the window. "I think it's time they believe us now." You looked at the eyes looking at you as Vernon spoke as if nothing had happened. Dino was the last one to leave the door and complained "The movie is half-finished, can't you be surprised by this later?" When the others ignored him, he muttered a curse and went back to watch it alone. Kwan pursed his lips and folded his arms "So you weren't lying the whole time?" Vernon frowned in disbelief "Why would I lie about this?" And you guys tried to understand what he was saying by stealing glances at each other as Kwan continued to rant.
Once the strange event was over, you were invited to watch the rest of the movie. You were curled up on the couch with Vernon, your head on his chest. His hand was on your shoulder, he kissed your head, and still unused to this situation, the others exchanged strange glances. At least he wouldnât be made fun of anymore, even if it was in a strange way.
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<<I tend to think he just saw it all as more space for his books! đ>>
Oh, babe, he definitely saw it as that, too. đ I'm in total agreement there! There are so many books in this shop that the weird, not-often-used rooms in S2 that we saw still just had them piled up everywhere. When I say they have a bedroom up there, I mean that there's a room of books which have been parted enough for there to also a bed.
There was, once, likely even a bookshelf running horizontally on the wall above the bed but Aziraphale got rid of that after the time they rocked the bed into the wall hard enough that Crowley got a mid-coitus concussion from a falling dictionary. Kidding. (Maybe? lol).
I also assume it's the location of Aziraphale's alluded to, ahem, private collections. It probably has a closet which has become home to a variety of random bits and bobs of Crowley's wardrobe going back decades, if the tie & shoes he gave Gabriel are any indication, and the things he doesn't keep at his flat. It's cozy, awash in books, and otherwise pretty normal. We can't see it yet, though, because they would like us to still be theorizing regarding its existence, as you wisely said.
<<It's probably been left so ambiguous because it wasn't important to the show at the time, and they figured it would give us something more to analyze/speculate on and write fanfic about!>>
Exactly. I'm dead serious. Like... we're going to see more of the bookshop but we are in what will be the last bit of the series and that was always the way it was going to go. Doesn't matter if it's a full season or a movie-- it's how they've been doing this since the start. What we see when is by design-- flashbacks, parts of the bookshop, all of it. It's partially an audience engagement tactic. It was in the book, too, but it's even more so in the tv series because that medium is especially great for a story like this.
I think that by telling the story out of chronological order and by being a little coy about what they show, the audience is engaging with its themes more as a result of also trying to solve the puzzle. It makes it more fun for the audience and it's also a more engaging way to tell the story for the people doing so because something we're seeing and when we're seeing it becomes significant to seeing the story.
Everyone can tell it's going to have a good ending to a point that they just basically told us what that ending is lol and they can because that's not at all what's driving interest in the story. No one is like what will the ending be?!; they're all what happened in 1941?! The juice of the story is in the flashbacks.
So, giving the audience that kiss in The Final 15 and leaving them knowing that Crowley & Aziraphale are going to be fine in the final season and what's in the flashbacks in The Finale? What's the twist to upend how we see what we're watching? It has to be that this isn't new because that would single-handedly rewrite all the flashbacks for some people.
What's going to make us see the scenes we've already seen differently once we get to the end of The Finale? If The Vavoom was their first kiss and was back in ancient times, is what.
I really, really think that they're about to drop a single scene that is going to make basically every single fanfic in this fandom need an AU-canon divergence tag and it's going to be amazing. Showing in 2.06 literally the worst kiss they'll have had and will ever have and writing the scene in such a way that half the audience is going to think this is new... but all after planting the seeds earlier in the season via The Vavoom for the twist in S3 when it's shown that it's very much not new? Perfect. đ
It's not just the kiss-- the whole elevator cliffhanger to me was perfect. Because here we are, ages after the season aired, still chatting about wtf is actually going on in this show lol. There is no actual consensus about what we've been watching and that actually results in us all exploring it more deeply while we attempt to figure it out. It's a thousand times more fun.
Speaking of the bookshop, theories on what could be upstairs?
ooooo the BIG QUESTION.
so we can see a bit of the second floor in all these pics:
basically all we know for sure is there are A LOT MORE BOOKS, both stacked around the railing and on the circle of shelves. neil has decided not to comment on what else might be there (YET đ) but heâs confirmed that much.
apart from that, we can see from the outside that there are six windows on the second floor:
iâm going to assume theyâre part of the shop because theyâre Very On Fire when the rest of the shop is on fire. SO. taking all that into account, you end up with something like this:
where the thin grey circle is the railing and the brown one is the bookshelves (as you can see in the first pic, it doesnât circle all the way around!)
the rest is a complete mystery. i mean iâm sure the actual set was empty because they didnât need to fill it, but in theory thereâs room for some interesting stuff! with the first floor for scale i can imagine a whole flat built around that circle of shelves â a bed aziraphale never sleeps in, comfy chairs, every other angel knick-knack heâs encountered in his life. in my personal headcanon itâs all books and hoarded items covered in dust, which he leaves for authenticity.
thank you for asking!! iâd love to hear other peopleâs thoughts if they want to share :)
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