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officialjanetweiss ¡ 2 months ago
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These dogs were actually watching a play! They were in the audience of Billy Elliot the Musical at Stratford Festival in Stratford, Ontario.
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Service dogs training to sit through a movie at a theater.
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pinkerthings ¡ 10 months ago
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the importance of mike and will simply getting each other, cont. (pt 3):
i covered the significance of Mileven not understanding each other here, and the first part of byler getting each other here. time to finish what we started ! Continuing on with--
season 2:
Crazy together, because byler isn’t byler without it:
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This scene is important. It’s a direct parallel of a couple Mileven scenes, like the grocery store scene of Mike trying to tell El he loves her & the season one scene of Mike talking to El about the snow ball.
There is no confusion in this entire scene. Will tells Mike what he’s been experiencing, Mike understands, and tells him if one of them goes crazy, they’ll both go crazy. They are in it together. Literally crazy together. I don’t know what else anyone could want from this scene. It’s the epitome of Mike and Will understanding each other.
In episode 3 during Will’s “episode” seeing the Mind Flayer again, lo and behold, who is the one to find him in the field?
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Of course you’re the one to find him Michael ! You’re always the one to find him !
Later on in episode 5 Will is in his bedroom explaining the shadow monster visions and feelings to Mike, and he just gets it, even if he doesn’t get it.
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Finishing Will’s sentences, not asking a lot of questions, understanding what he’s trying to say, etc. Mike is just getting what he’s saying.
He’s also trying to be positive and uplifting, reassuring Will that everything will be fine.
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And then we get the byler handhold:
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bad pic but we all know what it looks like so idc !
Moving on, one of my favorite parts about season 2 is just how much Mike and Will content we get. They are literally glued to each other's hips for nine episodes. The rest of the party us off doing whatever it is they were doing and Mike has literally not left Will's side once.
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The hospital scene where Will (being partially possessed by the Mind Flayer) doesn't remember Hopper nor Bob, and barely remembers Joyce, but recognizes Mike almost instantly ? Just how much space does Mike take up in Will's brain? Get a grip Byers!
season 3:
Season 3 is interesting because this is where things start getting ...... weird between them. Starting in episode 1, the first scene they have together is the movie theatre scene, where Will senses something is wrong and Mike immediately notices. I mean, literally right away.
(peep the blush on both their cheeks when they first sit down lmao.)
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Will senses something and has this far away look on his face, to which Mike interrupts his thoughts with, "Hey, you okay?" Will nods and says yes. Mike presses again, "You're sure?" And Will says, "Of course." Mike then nods and leans back in his seat.
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The first minutes of season three, we are met with a protective Mike, similar to season two. The Duffers are still showing the audience, "Hey! These two are best friends! Mike watches over Will and Will watches over Mike, and they are very protective of each other."
For the first few episodes of season 3, they seem to be in this awkward rut, but still somehow are almost always at each other's sides ? (interesting considering there's always one person who disrupts their compatibility)
Their next interaction includes Will thinking Mike and Eleven's little "curfew at 4" stunt is "gross," right before feeling the shadow monster and touching his neck (but that’s a theory for another day).
Episode 2: Mike lying to Eleven about his Nana because he doesn’t want to hang out with her (per Hopper’s wrath) and the boys shopping at the mall. (Just another example of Mileven not understanding each other. Their relationship is almost always centered around lies !)
Next is infamous “I dump your ass scene,” yet another example of Mileven misunderstanding each other that I should have included in post one.
Episode 3: The byler fight !
Begins with Will waking up Lucas and Mike with medieval music and his speech about d&d, which I find….interesting.
“I have seen into the future, and I see that today is a new day. A day…free of girls.”
Now, this is Will Byers we’re talking about, he’s not the biggest fan of girls. But that line is interesting. We know the Duffer’s love putting little hints and clues in earlier episodes to allude to future things. (Or maybe I’m just delusional)
Lucas isn’t that opposed to the d&d game with Will, but Mike is a little weary because it’s so early in the morning But he eventually gives in and plays the game.
Mike and Lucas are clearly uninterested in the game, unlike Will, who is clearly invested and trying to have fun.
Mike answers a phone call in the middle of the game thinking it could be El, and ends the game with an easy way out. Will gets upset and tears is costume off, shutting off the music and heading outside.
Mike’s ENTIRE demeanor changes in an instant. It goes from annoyed and bored to apologetic and empathetic in a literal second.
“Will, I was just messing around.”
Michael, you certainly weren’t, but just realized that your attitude actually hurt your best friend and you feel bad about it.
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“Will, let’s finish for real. How much longer is the campaign?”
Will says, “Just forget it, Mike.”
And Mike says, “No, you want to keep playing, right? We’ll just call the girls after.”
It doesn't matter what Mike wants, because Will wants to keep playing, Mike is willing to push his immature attitude aside and play the game for his best friend.
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“I said, forget it, Mike!” Will yells.
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Mike has a hurt look on his face, sort of similar to the s2 e2 look on Will’s face when Mike is slightly annoyed at him for letting Max trick-or-treat with them. It’s the look of, “Oh no, I made my best friend mad and I didn’t mean to. How could I do such a thing?!”
Will says he’s going home and pushes past Lucas and Mike, and only one of them follows.
You guessed it !
“Will come on, you can’t leave, it’s raining.”
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This scene makes me giggle because since when has RAIN stopped anyone in this show from accomplishing anything? Will has literally been through hell and back and Mike is worried because he doesn’t want him biking home in the rain?
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Mike literally says it himself:
El’s not stupid.
(crazy + stupid = love)
Mike literally says himself he and El aren’t compatible.
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next part coming i promise !!!!
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hoonieswhore ¡ 1 year ago
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XXXVIII. Afterglow
Previous / Masterlist / Next
Written chapter and a pic under the cut!
Word count: 711
Warnings: Emo Hoon. Comfort chapter. Kinda angsty but cute. Fluff
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You kicked your shoes off as you got inside the apartment. You quickly walked to the kitchen to get a big glass of water and took big gulps as you drank. You were definitely thirsty after walking around for three hours trying to find a cute gift for Chris but your attention was instantly drawn to the TV.
You remember that Sunghoon was watching the TV when you left, it's hard not to recognize the first season of his comfort show but now season two was already starting. You frowned, putting the glass down on the hard and cold material of the counter before you made your way to the living room as you couldn't see the boy anywhere.
You looked down to the couch, seeing his big frame, almost too big for the couch, laying on his side as he hugged a pillow against his chest. The boy's face was completely serious and you could tell that he wasn't feeling good at all.
“Hoon?” you called him as your hand reached out, delicately falling on his shoulder, making him flinch from the surprise. “I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you!” you quickly apologized as he calmed down, looking up at you and letting you see a glimpse of sadness in his beautiful brown eyes.
“It's okay, when did you come back? I didn't hear you,” he mumbled softly, trying to smile at you, but how could he smile at the girl that he loved when he thought that you liked someone else?
“Just two minutes ago,” you rubbed his shoulder, “are you okay, sweetheart? Did something happen?” You were worried about him, he could notice it in your voice and the way that you looked at him.
“Don't worry, Yn, I'll be just fine,” he felt the tears threatening to fall from his eyes so he blinked fast, trying to get rid of them. You noticed it and quickly sat down in front of him, moving your hand from his shoulder to his cheek and stroking it gently as the model bit down his lip, trying not to cry in front of you.
“Hey, baby, what's wrong? You know I'm here for you, you can count on me,” his eyes found yours for a second but he looked back at the TV, avoiding your gaze, knowing that he'll start crying if he keeps looking at you. “Hoonie?” He tugged on his lip harder before he finally released it.
“Can you-” his voice failed him, the knot in his throat felt tighter as he tried to talk. “Fuck- I need a hug please,” he mumbled as quick as he could, discarding the pillow behind him and looking at you with puppy eyes as his cheeks got red.
“Of course, angel,” you replied, laying down facing him as you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. “Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, rubbing his back gently but the boy only shook his head, pushing you down on your back and hovering over your body. He hugged your waist, letting his weight fall on top of you whilst he hid his face into your neck.
“I just need this,” he whispered, feeling safe in your embrace as he shut his eyes. “I just need you.”
“Hoonie,” you whispered softly, your other hand traveled to his nape to play with his hair. “You know I'll always be here for you, right?” The boy nodded, looking up at you before he pressed a soft kiss on your lips.
“Thank you, angel,” he whispered against your lips, “you're the best.” He smiled at you, a genuine smile as he felt his heart beating faster.
“No, that's you, my pretty boy,” you replied, kissing his lips softly.
The sweet kiss turned into a soft makeout session, the seconds turned into hours and the show kept going until the season ended. As the hours passed, Sunghoon's sadness and insecurities disappeared as you kept making out and cuddling, whispering sweet words and laughing between each kiss. The afternoon couldn't be more perfect, except for the fact that it became better when he started to fall asleep on your chest, feeling your fingers brushing through his soft locks and making him feel good and relaxed.
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monstersohmy ¡ 1 year ago
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Demonic Bliss
“Smile!” This chirping young man stood on a bench to take the photo from above. The girl pulled close to the demon with her left arm around his craggy shoulders. She made a kissy face and held two fingers of her right hand in a V. 
Wneurc couldn’t smile due to a lack of lips, but humored the human by opening his jaw wide to expose his curved yellow teeth and the steam that perpetually seeped from his mouth. 
��Such a great costume!” she marveled, taking her phone back. Her finger flew across the glass.
“What’s your Instagram? I’m an influencer- a thousand followers. This’ll be great for your brand.” 
This brand thing again. “I don’t have one. But, do you know where I go to request asylum?” 
The couple stared blankly.
“Like…a mental hospital?” the young man asked. 
“No,” Wneurc sighed. “A place where I can request safe haven. Where I can defect.” 
“Oh! Yeah!” the young man exclaimed. “You go to your country’s embassy. They’re all over the place in D.C. Just, like, show people a pic of your country's flag. Someone will know where it is." 
Wneurc thanked them for the information and plodded on down the sidewalk, working his way to the nearest Metro station. Embassy was always the humans’ answer. Hell had no embassy here that he knew of. 
“Ohmygodwait! I have an idea!” The girl ran back to him. “Try a church. I saw a movie once where this guy stood on a church yelling ‘SANCTUARY!’ and the church had to protect him. There’s one a few blocks that way. St. Joseph. Ohmygod you should live stream that! It would be so great for your brand!” 
Later that day, Wneurc stood in front of the grey stone church; what kind, he did not know. The human writing meant nothing to him, but he recognized the symbol adorning the sign and the space above the door and the steeple. A cross. HIS cross. 
Hopefully, he wouldn't combust before reaching the inside. Deep inhale, long exhale. Then, Wneurc rumbled up the steps and exploded into the nave. 
“SANCTUARY!” Wneurc shouted, steam rolling in a thick fog from his mouth. His knobby skin smoked, his feet burned worse than the deepest pit of Hell, and his insides gurgled violently. Every evil bit of him screamed to run, but he was committed to change.
Wneurc had made so many souls feel what he was feeling now, and often worse. He’d walked this land disguised as human, whispering, cajoling, nudging them toward the corruption that would later land them in his workshop or one like it. 
The work eventually had lost its lustre and he fell into a rut. Joy, fulfillment had drained away. All that was left was the motions of the job. Something had to change. Something drastic. 
Inspiration had come from a woman who continuously shrieked, “LIVELAUGHLOVE!” through her torment. During breaks, she would whimper the phrase. “live…laugh…love.” 
What was livelaughlove? What made her hold on to it so far into her fate? For the first time since he was a young demon, Wneurc was curious, interested. So, he set out on this journey. 
Up top, he quickly discovered that people who chant livelaughlove are the most annoying humans on Earth and that woman probably got what she deserved. 
But he was finally engaged after all this time. It had to be explored. He had to find his bliss.
“SANCTUARY!” he bellowed again. 
A white-haired priest calmly sauntered toward the demon, shaking his head and lifting his palm. Wneurc groaned in disappointed weariness. Expulsion appeared imminent. 
“Fine,” the priest sighed. “Sanctuary. Whatever.��� 
Instantly, the pain stopped. Wneurc felt light. “Thank you,” he whispered. 
“Yeah, sure. Hey, Jennaphyrh!” the priest called out. “We’ve got another demon with a midlife crisis! Find him a cot and get him up to speed on how thing work around here. Also, do an email blast. Let the network know St. Joseph is full up and can’t accept any more.” 
An elephant faced demon loped up the aisle. “Of course, Father.” 
“How’d you get here? How’d you pick this church?” as Jennaphyrh led Wneurc away.
He told her of the livelaughlove soul and the influencer girl.
“You have no idea how many influencers are actually demons masquerading as humans," she nodded. "It’s such an effective mode of corruption and looks so fun! I’m think of leaving here to try it. Anyway, on Wednesdays we do Bible study--” 
Wneurc stopped short. “What.” 
“It’s ok!” Jennaphyrh laughed. “This happens all the time. You still love your job; you’re just bored. The Bible offers so many new, horrible ways to corrupt humans and torture them when they get to Hell. You are going to love it here.” 
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fangirleaconmigo ¡ 2 years ago
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I Can't Believe It's Not Fanon
Otherwise known as...
Witcher facts that sound like Geraskier fic writers made them up, but that are, in fact, book canon.
I have gotten two asks now about Jaskier and Ciri’s relationship. So let's goooo. For this installment of Canon or Fanon, I am answering the question:
Jaskier and Ciri's Friendship, Canon or Fanon?
In Geraskier fanfics, Jaskier is (obviously) Geralt’s romantic partner. So, whenever the fic also includes Ciri, Jaskier and Ciri often have a sweet found family vibe of their own. They almost always get along famously!
But in TWN S2 when they finally meet, Ciri isn’t interested in speaking to him, and brushes him off. (Not saying they can’t or won't become friends in TWN, but we haven’t seen it yet)
So, I’ve been asked whether their good relationship is pure fanon? Or is it book canon as well?
Well.
In the books, Jaskier and Ciri have a very sweet relationship. He seems to 'get' her and they get up to a bit of mischief together. 
Ciri also teases him, suggesting a comfortable, affectionate relationship. 
Most impressively, Yen and Geralt ask him to babysit Ciri when they have other things to do, which demonstrates that they place the highest trust humanly possibly in him. 
Dandelion is inarguably part of Ciri’s found family and a big part of his motivation in the final three books are his feelings of responsibility for her.
In fact, Dandelion’s concern for Ciri and his feelings of responsibility for her actually lead to one of the most emotional, touching scenes between Geralt and Dandelion. It is a rare scene where Dandelion is incredibly vulnerable, and when I read it I want to chew glass.
I feel like because it is a bit more subtle, not everyone pics up on it. But as usual, you don't have to take my word for it. I have pulled book quotes to support each of these claims. So, read on!
(Obviously, there are book spoilers. I try to vague up everything plot related and leave out major spoilers, but there are still mild and moderate spoilers. In fact, I think this may be my most spoilery one by necessity. But I try really really hard but I cannot guarantee anything.)
When Dandelion and Ciri meet, he instantly ‘gets’ her. 
The first time Dandelion and Ciri meet, it is in Time of Contempt. Geralt and Dandelion are staying at a friend’s house together, and Ciri is supposed to be on her way to Aretuza with Yen. However, Ciri and Yennefer show up there instead.
Geralt and Yen are broken up, so the reunion scene feels very much like divorced exes co-parenting. It is awkward. Ciri is standing physically between Geralt and Yen, feeling pressure about which one to walk towards. Dandelion watches the scene carefully.
“Who will the girl choose?” wondered Dandelion.
So, he sees right away that Ciri is in a very delicate position, and no matter what she does, it will show favoritism to one of her parents. Ciri comes up with an inventive, if theatrical solution.
Ciri did not walk to either of them. She was unable to decide. Instead of moving, she fainted.
Time of Contempt p101
So, Dandelion understands that she is in a difficult position. He also recognizes a performance when he sees one.
The next day, Geralt and Yen are outside in an orchard having a conversation. Ciri wakes up and goes outside to eavesdrop on them. She is caught in the act.
Ciri had imagined that Dandelion, the famous poet whose work she had read countless times, was asleep. She was wrong. The poet Dandelion wasn’t asleep. And he caught her in the act.
Lol. Imagine you have spent hours and hours over the course of your short life reading this famous man’s poetry, and he catches you being nosy.
“Hey,” he said, coming up unexpectedly and chuckling. “Is it polite to eavesdrop and spy on people? More discretion, little one. Let them be together for a while.”
Ciri blushed, but then immediately narrowed her lips.
Dandelion chuckles, because, well, we know that Dandelion LOVES eavesdropping and spying on people. Where else would he get all his gossip? So it is an affectionate, gentle statement. Then, Dandelion lets her know that he recognized that the faint was fake, even though Geralt didn’t realize it.
That was very cunning what you did yesterday, but you didn’t fool me. You pretended to faint, didn’t you?”
Yes I did,” she muttered, turning her face away.
And then, since as I said, spying is actually very much Dandelion’s thing, he joins her. They sit under an apple tree and eavesdrop on Geralt and Yen together. Ciri describes Yen and Geralt’s body language to Dandelion, then, in his expert capacity as a poet, he ‘translates’ it for her.
It is such an adorable scene. It also very much fits the popular “Dandelion and Ciri do mischief together” fanon. 
I’m going to screenshot the whole thing because it is too long to type out, but here it is in case anyone wants to read it here. And if you can’t read it on here, it takes place on pages 101-103 in Time of Contempt. I found it in pdf form online and I’ll put the link in the replies.
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So, after this sweet beginning, they develop a relationship that is comfortable and affectionate. And perhaps most significantly, Geralt and Yen leave Ciri in his care. There is truly no higher trust, and it very much indicates that he is part of the family.
First, Geralt, Yennefer, Dandelion, and Ciri tride together to Aretuza/Thanned. The journey is not ‘on the page’ but we know they make that trip together as a group of four. Those kinds of missing scenes are ripe for fics. We want to see them spending time together being just relaxed. But we don’t see it here.
But we do read that before they get to Thanned, they stop in Loxia where: 
Geralt whiled away the day talking to Ciri. Dandelion ran around collecting and spreading gossip, and the enchantress measured and chose clothes.
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Then the evening comes and Geralt and Yen go to a banquet on Thanned, leaving Ciri with Dandelion. 
Dandelion Babysits Ciri 
The babysitting scenes don’t show them interacting, but it is still lovely. It ‘fast forwards’ to night time, and Ciri is having her usual dreams. As she wakes up and drifts back to sleep, the sounds of Dandelion singing, comforts her back to sleep.
The first time, the sounds are more celebratory:
“Now, vainly trying to recall the dream, she could only hear the soft sounds of lute and flute, the jingling of tambourine, singing, and laughter. Dandelion and the group of minstrels he had chanced upon continued to have the time of their lives in the chamber at the end of the corridor.
Time of Contempt p153 
The second time is more soothing:
“Dandelion’s soft mournful singing and the music he raised from the lute’s strings murmuring like a stream flowing over pebbles, drifted to her from the chamber at the end of the corridor...Ciri listened carefully to the words. 
p154
Then, there are noises in her room. Something is afoot. Ciri tries to reach for her sword. But Yen has given it to Dandelion for safekeeping.
She didn’t have a sword any more; Yennefer had taken it from her, giving it to Dandelion for safekeeping. The poet must have gone to sleep, and it was silent in Loxia. Ciri was already wondering whether to go and wake him...
Time of Contempt p 159
Unlike in TWN so far, Yen already sees herself as Ciri’s mother. She is intensely protective, on high alert, and VERY VERY determined to keep Ciri safe. So, she has taken Ciri’s sword, and given it to Dandelion for safekeeping. This is more indication of her trust in Dandelion which is high praise. There is nothing more important to her than Ciri, nothing. 
The noise in Ciri’s room turns out to actually be Yen, taking her from her room via magical portal. But shit has hit the fan back at Aretuza and she understandably does not stop to wake Dandelion and tell him that she is taking Ciri, or why.
So, since Dandelion is staying down the hall, he doesn’t hear anything. It is only when he awakens some time later that he finds Ciri gone. He doesn’t know who took her and he doesn’t know why. So, he sprints to Aretuza to tell Geralt. 
Dandelion arrived on the steps out of breath, saw what was happening and went white as a ghost.
“Geralt!” he yelled a moment later. “Ciri’s disappeared! She isn’t here!”
“I expected as much,” answered the witcher...”but you really make a body wait, Dandelion. I told you yesterday to leg it to Aretuza if anything happened!...”
Time of Contempt p172
So, it is important to explain here that Geralt doesn’t trust Yen with Ciri yet. Yen is completely trustworthy because she loves Ciri, but he doesn’t ‘get’ that yet. That whole chapter we are in his head, so we know that he is asking himself whether Yen is lying to him, he is saying to himself that Yen is hiding something, and he is questioning whether Yen is loyal to Ciri.
So Geralt is anguished now. He assumes it was Yen who took her, but he doesn’t know whether it was to protect her or to throw her to the wolves. And saying to Dandelion ‘what took you so long’ plays into the next part of Dandelion’s motivations in the story.
So fast forward to a few weeks later. During the whole thing on Thanned, Geralt and Dandelion are separated. Geralt is injured. And then he is taken to Brokilon for healing. Dandelion then makes the terrifying journey into Brokilon to check on his friend. And of course, Geralt is in complete anguish. He is injured. He doesn’t know where Yen is, where Ciri is, and whether Yen is helping Ciri or harming her.
In these scenes in Brokilon is where we fully see the extent of Dandelion’s guilt about Ciri. 
He feels so guilty about  that he dreams/hallucinates a dryad telling him Geralt’s misfortune is all his fault. 
“...It’s obvious you had a hand in it. It’s obvious you are his friend. And if someone has friends, and he loses everything in spite of that, it’s obvious the friends are to blame for what they did, or for what they didn’t do.”
“What could I have done?” he whispered. “What could I have done?”
“I don’t know,” answered the dryad. 
“I didn’t tell him everything...” 
“I know.”
“I’m not guilty of anything.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No! I’m not--”
So, since this is a dream, the dryad is the part of Dandelion who blames himself. And he believes he is at fault because friends don’t let friends lose everyone they love.
This is the inherent tragedy of fantasy stories where non-powered humans are friends with super powered mutants and mages. They worship the ground their super powered friends walk on. They want everything to turn out ok. But they can’t actually do anything to save them. They can only love them. Geralt actually desperately needs that more than anything else, and it is why he values Dandelion, but Dandelion can’t see the value in what he offers him. He just feels useless.
So while he is yelling in his dream, he is actually yelling this out loud and he wakes himself up.
He jumped to his feet, making the branches of his makeshift bed creak. Geralt sat beside him, rubbing his face. He smelled of soap.
“Aren’t you?” he asked coolly. “I wonder what else you dreamed about. That you’re a frog? Calm down. You aren’t. Did you dream that you’re a chump? Well that dream might be prophetic.”
Time of Contempt p238
That is the witcher saga. Combining humor (Geralt’s sarcasm here) and friendship (teasing someone like this is a sign of comfort and affection with them) with extreme pain (Geralt’s grief and Dandelion’s guilt and shame).
It is really heartbreaking! Because how could Dandelion have known, and what could he have done if he did know? He isn’t Ciri’s babysitter because he has any magical powers or combat abilities. He is Ciri’s babysitter because Geralt knows that he loves Ciri and would never turn her over to any of these people pursuing her. He is Ciri’s babysitter because he is Geralt’s one port in the storm. He is the one person Geralt knows that he can trust outside of Kaer Morhen, to not give a fuck about political power or using Ciri as a pawn. (Geralt can trust Yen too, but he doesn’t know that yet. And he eventually trusts other people, but we are talking at this point in the story).
And actually to give credit where credit is due, TWN did include this dynamic by having Geralt ask Jaskier to escort Ciri to Kaer Morhenin S2. That was the most significant show of Geralt’s trust in Jaskier that TWN has shown, and it is very true to the characters and Jaskier’s role in the story. 
But anyway, back to Brokilon. In Dandelion’s dream when he says he didn’t tell Geralt everything, that is in reference to some distressing gossip about Ciri’s whereabouts. Geralt has asked for all the gossip about the war. And as much as he grouses about Dandelion’s loose lips, he often depends on his gossip. However, Dandelion has hesitated in telling him that gossip about Ciri. He is trying to protect Geralt from bad news, and I think he feels so guilty that it’s hard for him to say out loud the kind of danger Ciri might be in.
But he decides to tell Geralt, and he decides to accompany him wherever he may go to look for Ciri. Geralt finds this out when he goes to say goodbye. What Dandelion says to him, and how Geralt reponds just squeezes my heart to bits.
“Farewell, Dandelion.”
“Geralt...Listen to me--”
“Listen to what?” shouted the witcher before his voice suddenly faltered. “I can’t just leave---I can’t just leave her to her fate. She’s completely alone....she cannot be alone, Dandelion.You’ll never understand that. No one will ever understand that, but I know. If she remains alone, the same thing will happen to her as once happened to me...You’ll never understand that...”
Oh god that rips my heart out. Geralt’s voice is faltering. His love for Ciri. The way he identifies with her. The way he wants to save her from the pain he has gone through in life. How passionately and emotionally he speaks about her. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That is it for me. That’s the good shit.
But Dandelion tells him that he does understand, and that Geralt isn’t going to do this alone. He replies:
“I do understand. Which is why I’m coming with you.”
Dandelion doesn’t understand what Geralt or Ciri are going through. But he does understand how important Ciri is and that she cannot be alone. Geralt questions the wisdom of this decision.
“You’re insane, do you know where I’m headed?”
And Dandelion’s answer might be the most vulnerable and emotional we see him at any point in the books. (one of them at least) Dandelion always uses humor to deflect. He always uses his arrogance to defend himself against vulnerability. It is so rare that he stammers. It is so rare that he reveals his doubts and weaknesses. But that is exactly what he does here.
“Yes I do. Geralt, I--I haven’t told you everything. I’m...I feel guilty; I didn’t do anything. I didn’t know what to do. But now I do. I want to be by your side.”
Dear god, that gets me. When you get the character who is always funny and conceited and charming just breaking down like that, it gets me. To have the character who is allergic to responsibility and commitment making one here. Holding himself responsible for another person. And to have him just outright say “I want to be by your side.” Gahh;aksd THE FEELINGS IN THIS SCENE. The Gerlion of it. The found family of it.
And all of this is because Dandelion feels responsible for Ciri. He feels guilty that he couldn’t protect her. He understands her importance to Geralt’s mushy heart.
And here is how Geralt responds.
The witcher stood thinking for a long time, his arms hanging limply at his sides.
“Get on your horse,” he finally said, voice sounding different. “You can tell me on the way.”
Time of Contempt p237-241
So, Geralt doesn’t actually argue at all. He just accepts Dandelion’s help. It speaks to how vulnerable and grief stricken he is at this moment. He is so touched. He is so grateful to not be doing this all by himself. (And that is a theme as we go along in the next book. He knows that helping him is dangerous. He doesn’t want anyone he loves to get hurt. Also, he doesn’t think he deserves help. But when people insist on helping him, it means the world to him.)
Now, since the topic at hand is Jaskier and Ciri’s relationship, to connect that dot, I am going to fast forward to the scene in the final book where Dandelion and Ciri are reunited. So far we have seen that Dandelion feels responsible for her, that he understands how important she is, and that he joins Geralt on his quest to help her. 
When Dandelion and Ciri are reunited, we see their affection for each other, and we get a bit more of their time just spent together. We see her tease him about his name, and about his approach to dating. I love that and I’d like it injected directly into my veins pls.
But first, we see that Dandelion loves her. When he and Geralt had split up earlier, Dandelion made Geralt promise to bring Ciri back to Touissant to see him. 
“And I want to hug Ciri. Do you promise, Geralt?”
“I promise.”
Lady of the Lake
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Ugh love that.
So in the reunion scene, Geralt is dutifully returning Ciri to Dandelion for that hug. However, when they get there to Toussaint where Dandelion is staying (he is with the Duchess so he is living there), they come upon a scene where Dandelion is seemingly about to be hanged on the gallows. It is a hilarious scene in one sense, because Dandelion is being hilarious and making a scene, and of course he would be charged with harlotry. 
In another sense, it is a sad scene because Geralt doesn’t know this is just something they do, (whenever Dandelion cheats on the Duchess, she sends him to the gallows, then pardons him). Geralt has suffered so much loss and his grief and his exhaustion and pain is palpable. Ciri is also really upset and begs him to do something to help Dandelion. He doesn’t know what to do.
Then Dandelion is spared and Geralt shouts at him to jump onto Roach. So, like many times before, Dandelion jumps onto Roach behind him, and Geralt carries him away to safety. Once they are away from the scene, Ciri greets Dandelion with tears in her eyes. 
Ciri reigned back Kelpie and waited for them. When they caught up she looked at Dandelion, and wiped away a tear. 
“Oh you...”she said. “You Pancratts.”
The joke with the misspelled last name is that Ciri has just found out his real name when the executioner called it out. 
“...it is known, that Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove, alias Dandelion--”
���Pancratts what?” Ciri whispered a question.
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So just like the witcher saga, there is heartbreak and hilarity all in the same scene. And having Ciri find out Dandelion’s true name in such a funny way makes her just like her father. It is a running joke.
Then we see Ciri and Geralt joining forces to pick on Dandelion. 
As they leave the gallows behind, Dandelion is rambling on about how his lover will surely forgive him his indiscretion, seeing as monogamy is totally unnatural, and the Duchess is so sweet and understanding that she will see this.
Geralt and Ciri are just listening to him shaking their heads.
“You’re hopelessly stupid,” stated Geralt, and Ciri confirmed she thought the same with an energetic nod of her head.”
Lady of the Lake p 476
That is so cute to me. Geralt and Ciri picking on Dandelion together.
Then the three of them (Geralt, Ciri, and Dandelion) ride together as a little squad to Rivia. They ride together for about a month, but it isn’t ‘on the page’. You just know that they do because the book tells you how much time has passed. 
Their rides together (the four of them earlier and the three of them now) are the kinds of ‘missing scenes’ you get in fics, which are more concerned with relationships and characters than plot. But in the books, you don’t really get that post Kaer Morhen. Everyone is just on the run on the time. Hell, that’s even true for the co-parents. You can count the number of passages where Geralt, Yen, and Ciri are together in the same scene on one hand. Ciri spends much of the latter books on the run by herself, so unfortunately, we don’t get much of it.
And that is even more true of Dandelion and Ciri, given that Dandelion is a secondary character. However, what we do get is very touching and sweet.
Dandelion is inarguably part of Ciri’s found family. He loves her and feels responsible for her. And their dynamic is very playful and mischievous. They pick on each other and care about each other. 
That is the best thing about the witcher saga. The found family. The ragtag group of assembled outcasts loving each other come what may. And though their relationship doesn’t have much ‘on the page’ time, it is extremely sweet.
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supernatural-bias ¡ 3 years ago
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Ok so you know that one pic of wil like real close to his mic? Yeah just imagine simpbur being a streamer and having a few thousand followers and doing that. But people think it's for fans/fan service but in reality he knows you watch him, since you donate and show up in chat a lot. He even has you as VIP and acts as if he doesn't know you irl and thinks you're a cool fan. This was a more boring one from ya gurl 😼 but I was looking at the image for an art class so I had a thought-
Simpbur has no idea what he did to deserve the blessing known as you entering his bleak life, but frankly he dosent care
It started simple, as all things do
He was a minor streamer that got a handful of clout from playing various video games into the late hours on the night and looking pretty
About the usual for a streamer
Except for one day, when he was checking out a new simulator of somesorts, Simpbur got a donation from a username that he recognized instantly
It was weird, because he didn't have any friends that watched his streams (or any friends in general)
But he knew he wouldn't be mistaken. It was there bright as day
"Sexpi_Pepsi Has Donated-"
Simpbur knew it was your username. After all, hours of stalking every one of your social pages tends to drill those two words into his desperate brain
The first couple of minutes after getting that small five dollar donation (which read "Looking great today, as always! ^^") Simpbur could barley function
You watched his streams! He loves you! He knows you!
Well, saw you was more like it. Having an art and music class with someone so he could graduate didn't really delve deep into a personal level
But damn if you went the most perfect person he had ever met
After that stream, Simpbur never saw a lack of "Sexpi_Pepsi" ever again
You were always in his donations, spamming his chat, and even getting so desperate as to sub and then resub when he was live. Over and over again
Dubs you his personal simp after a third week of this
Too bad he'll never get to see how red and flustered you get because of that
Pretends not to know you in real life, yet takes advantage of his fantasies your crush by leaving winks and touches in between classes
Notices your nervous laughter and rapid blinking every time. And loves it
Even manages to sneak in a few sultry poses or two on camera, claiming to his audience that it was for a special someone who "knows who they are ;)"
Oh yeah. Simpbur could get used to this
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pies-writes-and-more ¡ 4 years ago
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jealous
Word Count: 3,130
Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem!Reader
Warnings: some insecurity angst (only a little though) but all fluff otherwise!
A/N: thank you for the help and love you two give me @satan-ruler-of-hells​ @thisnoodlewritesao3​. Was having a shitty day so I queued this fic up to hopefully bring some smiles to people’s faces <3
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Ushijima would never understand why people flocked to him the way they did during tournaments. No matter where the team went, there were people begging for answers to their invasive questions, people screaming in excitement as soon as they saw them, but why?
“You’re a big strong attractive dude, Ushi, I dunno what to tell ya. Not to mention, you’re the ace of a powerhouse school,” Tendō laughed when Ushijima asked him why. But it wasn’t like any of these girls knew him so why were they always asking for pictures?
But despite not really understanding, Ushijima often complied with the request for photos, standing there as stoic as ever, not even bothering to crack a smile. He didn’t want to make anyone upset and he felt like just going along with it might actually be easier than trying to run away.
But today, Tendō watched as one girl got prepared for a selfie, and surprised Ushijima with a kiss on the cheek for the photo. She squealed in excitement, thanking him even as she ran away. The two Shiratorizawa boys stood there in confusion, Tendō’s eyes looking around to make sure you weren’t around to experience that.
Ushijima stood there for a moment longer, his hand going up to his cheek and touching the place she had kissed him. Had that really just happened? How odd. Why would someone he had never even met before do something like that?
The thought left his mind as soon as it had entered, turning around to follow Tendō onto the court. But he noticed how his friend’s eyes seemed to glance around the hallway, as if looking for someone, then fall on him questioningly.
“What is it?” Ushijima asked, watching his friend’s eyes carefully. 
Tendō just laughed and shook his head, “I’m just glad poor Y/N didn’t have to watch that. Can’t say I’d envy her.”
Ushijima’s brow tensed a little hearing those words, trying to comprehend Tendō’s words and tone, “I don’t understand.”
“I mean, you’re constantly followed around by girls and you must see some of them all the time at every one of our tournaments. But you and Y/N haven’t had a lot of time to see each other now that practice is every day right? Plus... what girl wants to see her boyfriend get kissed by some random fangirl?” Tendō explained, holding his hands behind his head as they walked into the stadium courts. 
Ushijima frowned a bit, still not fully comprehending. You knew that he was busy with volleyball and you knew he loved you, didn’t you? So why did it matter what some insignificant people thought? Or what some random person did for that matter? Sure, it was an uncomfortable kiss and was awkward but would it matter? He didn’t even know the girl. 
Unbeknownst to either of them, the girl had posted the pic onto social media. Swarms of jealous students and gossip news reporters started to share the picture and repost it with the question “Is this Ushijima’s girlfriend?”
It didn’t take long for you to be tagged. One of your friend had sent the photo with a questioning keyboard smash, wondering if you had known.
You hadn’t.
You had been up in the stands when it all took place - you didn’t see Ushijima often before a game since he was usually stretching while you got there early to get good seats. You had been sitting up in the stands, talking to another friend of yours and some of the other players’ friends and family. But when you saw the picture, it was like everything around you started to move in slow motion.
Your heart felt like it was moving up your throat, your chest tightening. Who was this girl? Your fingers instantly clicked onto her profile, glancing at all of her public photos. She was gorgeous, thin, smart by the looks of it too. She even had a picture or her playing volleyball.
Something inside of you asked the question, “Would Ushijima be better off with someone like her?”
He wasn’t following her on social media, so he didn’t know who she was. It wasn’t uncommon for people to post their photos with Ushijima, but no fans had ever been so bold to kiss him for a picture before.
You couldn’t even remember the rest of the game. Your stomach was churning so much you thought you were going to be sick.
“Everything alright, Y/N?” Your friend asked when they realized you hadn’t cheered as loud as you normally did during the games. You quickly plastered on a smile, nodding quickly.
“I’ve got to head out early! Tell the boys I said congratulations!” You asked them as the game came to an end, your feet quickly moving out of the stadium before the crowds left.
Ushijima could’ve sworn you had been up in the stands and you always came to his games. So where were you? Why hadn’t you come down yet? He stood in the hallway, watching as crowds of people left. Loads of them congratulated him or tried to strike up a conversation with him. But not a single one of them was you.
“Oh Ushijima! Y/N asked me to say congratulations!” Someone smiled up at him giving a thumbs up. He recognized them, they were friends with you weren’t they? So you had been here...
Ushijima’s forehead creased ever so slightly, “Where is she?”
“She said she had to go for some reason! She didn’t look so good when she left to be honest. Maybe she was feeling sick?” Your friend shrugged and gave another wave before rushing off.
Ushijima glanced at his phone, finding no notifications from you. If you had been feeling sick, why wouldn’t you tell him?
“You alright there, Ushi?” Tendō called, slapping his shoulder playfully. “We won, it’s time to go! What’re you standing around for?” His head spun around, looking for the missing part of their trio. “Where’s Y/N? It’s almost time for our celebratory dinner!”
“She left,” was all he said with a frown.
Tendō sucked in some air nervously, glancing at his own phone and all the notifications he had gotten over the recent scandal photo. “Think it might have to do with this?” He asked, showing the post to his friend. “Didn’t you get tagged in it too? Seems like the whole team was.”
“I don’t have notifications for those apps,” Ushijima shrugged. “I get tagged in a lot of things and it gets annoying.”
Tendō pouted at this, realizing that’s why Ushijima never responded to the hilarious things he would send him.
Ushijima was still frowning, wondering why everyone seemed so concerned with his dating life. He scrolled through the notifications that Tendō had on his phone, news reporters questioning Ushijima’s relationship status, people from their school mentioning Y/N and curiously wondering if they had broken up. 
All of this over some random girl? He glanced at her post a little closer, noting the caption read, “Ushi” with a little heart emoji next to it. He hadn’t been happy at all that some girl had decided to plant a kiss on his cheek but he never had the chance to tell her that before she ran off. 
“Why would Y/N leave over that?” Ushijima finally spoke, glancing again at his own phone to see if maybe you had texted him in the last few minutes.
Tendō sighed and raised an eyebrow to him, “Ushijima, some people get jealous.”
Jealous. The word echoed in Ushijima’s mind as he tried to consider the possibility that you were jealous over someone whose name he didn’t even know. 
“Wouldn’t you be jealous if you saw someone posting a similar photo of Y/N?” Tendō asked with a tilt to his head, curiously watching his friend’s expression. 
Ushijima let the thought cross over his mind while the two of them walked to where the rest of the team had gathered. What if some dude had posted a picture of Y/N, kissed her cheek, and everyone had assumed they were together? He frowned and shook his head of the awful thought, now understanding that maybe jealousy was that pit in his stomach he was currently experiencing. 
Although Coach Washijo growled a little in response, Ushijima insisted that he would not be joining the team for a celebratory dinner. When Goshiki asked Tendō where Ushijima was going, he’d just shrug and smile saying, “He’s off to be a good boyfriend.”
It must’ve been strange, seeing this tall man running around town, looking confused and frustrated. Numerous people around him glanced back at him, watching him with questioning eyes as he passed but Ushijima didn’t even noticed. He needed to make sure that you were okay.
You weren’t really sure why you left so quickly after the game was over. You knew the longer you waited to have this conversation with Ushijima, the more awkward you’d feel and the more upset that he’d be that you hadn’t brought it up sooner.
It’s not like you were mad at him or anything - how could you be? It wasn’t like he was the one kissing her, or that he had known she was going to do that - you knew it wasn’t the latter since Ushijima wasn’t all that big on PDA anyways so there was no way he’d be okay with it with some random girl... you hoped at least.
So if you weren’t mad, why did you run? You frowned as you tried to think of a good excuse, trying to tear apart the reasons for your behaviour. But all you could really think of is how insecure you had felt, seeing that picture. That girl was everything and you were... well what even were you?
Ushijima didn’t know how to beat around the bush - he didn’t know anything but being blunt and honest. So he had to be with you for a reason right? If he wanted to break up with you, he would’ve... right?
You groaned quietly, stuffing your face into the pillow you were holding into your lap. You needed to text him - he was probably wondering why you didn’t stay till after the game. But he hadn’t even texted you... hadn’t called... maybe he hadn’t noticed? You glanced at your phone one more time, as if waiting to see a notification you had missed or a text that you hadn’t heard the alert for.
Maybe you should just call him. Maybe if he hadn’t noticed, you both could just go out for food or have a nice night in and you could forget you ever saw that photo. You nodded slightly at your plan, moving your finger to call him. 
But a knock on your door distracted you. You looked up at the sound, glancing between that and your phone.
You dragged yourself out of bed, starting to type out a very nonchalant casual text to Ushijima as you made your way downstairs. Though it was very obvious once you opened the door that the text wasn’t needed.
“Y/N.”
What was it about the way he said your name that sent chills down your spine? 
You bit down on your lip nervously, realizing that all that time spent coming up with excuses was useless because here he was right in front of you, panting slightly, and you were drawing a blank.
“H-Hi, Ushijima,” you hesitated slightly, both standing there awkwardly until he nodded towards the inside of your house.
“Can I come in?” He asked softly, his voice more gentle than usual even with his heavy breathing. 
You nodded slowly and let him in, watching as he tucked his shoes away and stood in front of you as if waiting for you to say something.
“So... congratulations on your win,” you offered after moments of silence.
His eyes just watched you, as if checking to make sure you were okay, “Your friend said you had to leave. They also mentioned you weren’t feeling well. Is that why you didn’t stay?”
You stuttered out some sort of syllables that were no where near to being words as your boyfriend placed his hand on your forehead, cupping your cheeks in his other hand, “You don’t feel feverish but you are a bit warm,” he stated quietly. “Would you like me to make you some soup?”
You shook your head quickly, stepping back from him slightly, “I’m okay, Ushijima, promise. My... stomach just didn’t feel right.”
His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he watched you, “Your stomach?”
You nodded, staring at your feet. You should just be honest, shouldn’t you? Ushijima was always honest with you. But what if you were honest and he came to the same realization - that he could do better than you?
“So this has nothing to do with that Instagram post?” Ushijima’s voice was stiffer this time around, almost... awkward? He shifted on his feet, trying to get you to look at him but when you wouldn’t, he just gently put his fingers under your chin, lifting your gaze to his. “Please talk to me, darling.”
It was as if you had been hiding tears this whole time and didn’t even realize it. But the softness in his voice and his eyes, the way he touched you, just made your eyes start to tear up, “It’s stupid,” you admitted after a moment and Ushijima’s thumb wiped away a tear that escaped you. “I know you don’t even know her.”
He nodded in response, stepping a bit closer to you now, “I didn’t know she was going to do that,” he told you, confirming what you had already assumed. “But I’m sorry.”
You gave a little laughing, shaking your head, “Ushijima, you have nothing to be sorry for. I know you take pictures with your fans sometimes.”
“No, I’m sorry because I didn’t understand why you would be upset at it at first. But Tendō helped me understand. Please don’t go taking photos like that with other men,” Ushijima asked you and made you laugh again. “I... I wouldn’t like it.” He admitted shyly, his lips turning to a small smile as he watched you laugh.
“She’s rather pretty though,” you mumbled softly, finally wiping the rest of your tears that were building in your eyes. “I just... You two look really good together.”
Ushijima seemed to think about this, lifting his eyes up to the ceiling as he considered your words, “She’s not ugly.” He stated simply, finally looking back down at you. “But I have no feelings towards her.”
“Feelings can be developed,” you suggested, hating every word that was coming from your mouth. Why were you arguing for him to leave you? Why were you trying to convince him?
Ushijima gave a chuckle this time, patting your head softly, “Why would I want to develop feelings for anyone else when I have so many feelings for you? You have nothing to be jealous over, love.”
Ushijima always said things with such honesty and you knew he would never say anything he didn’t mean... but didn’t he know there were girls out there much better than you?
“You are the one I want to be with. Not anyone else. All those girls I see at my games all look the same. But when I look at you,” Ushijima let his thumb graze over your lips gently, a small smirk on his lips, “I have to remind myself to stop looking at you. I have to tell myself that I’m staring. Before we started dating, Tendō told me you might think I was creepy because I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”
You giggled, trying to not focus on the tingles this man’s finger left on your lips, “Oh ya?”
Ushijima just nodded firmly and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, Y/N. I couldn’t care less about anyone else. Do you trust me?”
The question hung in the air for a moment - you knew you did but how long would it be before he realized just how incredible he was?
“Yeah,” you whispered, trying to shove down all of your anxieties. 
He watched you and even though you were saying yes, there was something about the way you were standing that didn’t match with your words. Ushijima wasn’t the best at understanding people, but he knew you. “Everyone of those fans would stop coming up to me if I wasn’t as good at volleyball. One day, when I can’t play as well anymore, or if I ever get injured, all those fans will disappear. But the only one I’d still want with me is you. That’s how I know I love you.”
And even if it was just for a moment, all your anxieties stopped. You smiled to yourself and threw your arms around him into a tight hug. Ushijima’s massive arms wrapped around you as he pressed more kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “Next time, please talk to me honestly,” he whispered to you.
You nodded into his shoulder, closing your eyes tightly and murmuring back, “I love you too.”
The two of you would end up in your room, curled up with some show playing in the background before you’d sit up in realization, blinking at him in surprise, “Hang on, didn’t the team go for your celebration dinner?”
Ushijima shrugged and nodded, glancing at the time displayed on his phone screen, “Yeah they should be done soon. I imagine Tendō will text me to make sure you’re okay after.”
Your forehead creased in worry, staring at him, “Did... Did they drop you off on the way or something?”
Ushijima’s eyes shared your level of confusion, tilting his head as he tried to think about your question, “Why would they?”
“Ushijima, how the hell did you get here?” You asked with wide eyes, remembering how out of breath he was and wanting to hear the words from his lips.
“I ran,” he stated simply as if it was such a casual thing to do. “Is that important to know?”
“Babe, your tournament was across the city,” you gaped, mouth open slightly as your eyes widened even further. “That must’ve been such a long run, especially after a game!”
Ushijima thought for a moment, thinking about how the team had to take a bus to the games today, and how Y/N had to take transit. His mind tried to calculate the distance, though it wasn’t likely he’d get an answer. He just shrugged, thinking nothing of it as he settled back into your bed, “I could’ve gone farther,” was all he said as he pulled you in for some more cuddles, “as long as it was for you.”
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hypmicdaydreams ¡ 3 years ago
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Okay I don’t know how well I can describe this but-
Samatoki wakes up in y/n’s room for the first time after whatever events happened the night before, what’s the first things being noticed / taken note of?
Might be a little confusing of an explanation, if so my apologies!
Ohh, this was really interesting! Def loved writing it since it was so sweet; hope I did it justice! Thank you for the request anon, and I hope you enjoy 💕
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The first thing that Samatoki notices the moment he wakes up his how different the room around him looked and felt. For the first few seconds instantly after he wakes up, it leaves his mind that he was at your house, in your bed, covered in blankets whose warmth and scent were very much reminiscent of you. The first thing he sees when he wakes up, after all, is the room all around, one that looks much different than his back home, and he can’t help but perhaps panic and fret for a millisecond or so before it hits him that he was, in fact, only in your room. Perhaps it was only his instincts kicking in though, given his unfamiliar surroundings. It was his first ever night over here, so Samatoki wasn’t all too well acquainted with the place. The adrenaline rush that set in for that split second or so immediately vanquished just as fast as it came when the realization hit, however. 
Your room had a much different feeling to it, even if they were similar in some senses. For one, it certainly felt much more homey and warm, in contrast to how cold his own home seemed to feel at times. It felt very much like a home, a place to look forward to coming to once one was finished for the day, a place to unwind and relax. Samatoki felt as if he could truly be at peace here, as off-putting as it may have felt right now since he wasn’t all too used to it. He could definitely see himself calling this place home, though perhaps he only felt so because you were there. 
The next thing Samatoki took notice of was all the little trinkets or items you had lying around the room, from posters to pics to gifts he recognized as having gifted you on anniversaries or special occasions. You surely had a few mementos of his, such as Mad Trigger Crew merch or even albums; he swore he even saw a shirt of his team laying on the floor in that corner. To see how avid of a fan you were, always supporting him and his team, certainly made Samatoki a bit soft right now, so early in the morning. And the thought of you showing up to the stands dressed in such a shirt or simply imagining you standing there and cheering for the three of them also made him quite cocky this early. I mean, he definitely loved the idea of that, to know that his s/o was there supporting him and his team, chanting their names. It was a definite ego booster. And the pictures he saw lying around of the two of you, pictures you’d taken where he seemed to be his usual grumpy self or even ones he didn’t recognize (apparently you took them while he wasn’t looking) also seemed to do the trick. 
He also took note of how stiff the mattress underneath him felt, though that was also most likely because he wasn’t quite used to anything save for his own bed. Though the warmth of the blankets that covered him more than made up for it. They reminded him much of you in a way, from how they felt to their smell. It certainly had your scent and even felt much like how you did when you embraced him, but it definitely couldn’t beat the real thing. 
And speaking of which, the last thing he noticed, although it also did coincide with the first, was you right by his side. It was hard not to, of course, given how close you were to him. You had actually wanted to sleep on the couch before, offering your bed to him instead, especially since the two of you hadn’t slept together in the same bed at this point; though Samatoki had gotten irritated, refusing to allow you to do such a thing and dragging you to bed with him, regardless of your protests or how much you tried to convince him that it was fine. 
Sure, it may have been a little awkward at first, although Samatoki didn’t show it much, acting as if sleeping right next to you on the same bed was the most natural thing ever, despite it being the first time he had even stayed over your home. And it did feel that way once you guys settled in. Taking you in his arms after a while only felt right, to have you nestled so close just before the end of the day. It was comforting surely. 
And as hardly flustered as he is, Samatoki couldn’t deny the irregular beat of his heart, the small jumps here and there at first, as much as he not only hated to admit, but tried to deny such feelings to himself as well. It’s not that they didn’t feel good, however, simply that they felt strange and foreign. This was entirely new to him, as cool as he often kept. So it took a few moments or so to calm himself down when he held you close (you felt the same way), a feeling he still remembered even now in the morning. 
He took note of how you looked while asleep, how your hair was a mess and the hem of your pajama shirt inched up slightly from your moving around during the night. He actually couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. It was cute, and a side he hadn’t seen before; Samatoki was sure to tease you about it when you eventually got up. 
But he also took note of how warm your presence still felt, even in the slightly chilly morning. Even when you were freezing, your hands and feet cold, you still felt warm, a sort of paradox that Samatoki couldn’t solve and found to be quite strange. He didn’t mind all too much, however. 
And Samatoki also took note of how content he seemed to be this morning, more relaxed than usual it seemed. He took note of how he still felt all those strange feelings on the inside, ones he didn’t like all too much, especially with those damned butterflies each time he caught sight of you. They were too strange for his own liking. But, he also couldn’t help but to, well, like them in a sense, maybe because he knew that you were the one evoking such reactions. 
Samatoki couldn’t help but notice how happy he felt waking up next to you.
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daddyjackfrost ¡ 4 years ago
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hey there babe 👉👈 dropping by to request a bokuto oneshot (because bokuto brainrot go brrrr) with him being the simpleton idiot that he is, showing off his s/o to his teammates (because that makes me weAK)
babe!!! my love!! you’re so right bestie
bokuto is just 🥰🥰🥰🥰
one bokuto oneshot coming right up for my wifie 😏
bokuto x f!reader
warnings: none :) himbo bokuto, fluff, aged up! time skip spoilers!!!!!
a/n: ASTER I AM SO SORRY PLEASE THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE A WEEK AND I FORGOT AND THEN I FOUND IT AND THEN I WAS LIKE ‘how to write cute’ AND YEAH. IM SORRY IT WAS SO LATE! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT
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You pulled down your blouse, anxious as you drove. 
The smell of the bento boxes in your truck made your stomach rumble, and you let out a small nervous smile. You had made bento boxes for Bokuto’s team, hoping that the food would help your first impression. Though you had been dating the outside hitter for almost a year, you had yet to meet his team. 
For the first couple of months, you both decided it was best if your relationship was kept lowkey, especially since Bokuto was a famous volleyball player and the last thing you wanted, was his image tainted. You knew your boyfriend was loved by many, men and women alike, and you were fine with keeping this quiet. 
You and Bokuto, and your families both knew you were dating, and for you, that was enough. For Bokuto, however, he wanted everyone to know. He wanted to flaunt you, show everyone that you were his and he was yours. He wanted to love you everywhere, he wanted to make sure you knew that he was proud of you and that he loved you outside the comfort of your home. 
You knew he did. There was no way he didn’t. Bokuto was the easiest man to read, and you loved that about him. 
The only thing that changed your mind was the conversation you had with Bokuto last night as he laid on top of you, his head resting on your chest. 
“ ‘m just sayin’ babe. My team will love you! I think you should meet them! They’ve heard so much about you, only fair there’s a face to the name.”
You choked on your water, staring down at Bokuto. Your eyes widened as he looked up at you with soft eyes. 
“Kotaro, what do you mean they’ve heard so much about me? You told them?”
Bokuto laughed and pressed kisses to your collarbone. 
“Of course, love! You’re my s/o, why wouldn’t I talk about you? Even my barber knows about you!”
You stared at the man with so much love in your eyes. Bokuto loved you, and he didn’t hide it from anyone. 
Why did you?
You pulled into the gym that Bokuto practiced in. It’s not that you were scared to meet his team, you were nervous as to what would happen after his team found out. You went to every game Bokuto played and you always sat in a seat he could see you in, and every time he made a nice hit, he would look towards you and smile. 
The media had tried to find this ‘mystery person’ but they gave up. Now, once the team found out, so would everyone else. 
And that scared you. 
You parked your car and slipped out, walking to your trunk. You grabbed the two bags that had the bento boxes and you quietly made your way to the gym. 
Bokuto had no idea you were coming, and you hoped that everything played out as you hoped. 
You walked down the dark hallways, walking straight to the gym that had your boyfriend in it. 
You turned a corner and immediately froze, stepping back into the shadows. 
“You seem awfully happy today, Bokuto.”
You didn’t recognize the deep voice that spoke, but you know it belonged to Sakusa Kiyoomi. Bokuto often talked highly of him, and you often watched his during matches, entranced with the way he moved. 
You leaned against the wall, hoping that Bokuto wouldn’t see you. 
“I am! Y/n said she had a surprise for me and I’m so excited to see it!”
Your lips pulled into a wide smile at the sound of Bokuto’s voice. He sounded so excited, and you hoped that this fulfilled his excitement. 
“You seem to really love this y/n.”
Your heart stopped, waiting for Bokuto’s answer.
“I do, Omi-Omi. She’s everything I’ve wanted and more! You know, I still get those butterflies in my stomach when she smiles.”
Your breath hitched and you tighten your grip on the bags, your fingers going numb at his words. Bokuto told you he loved you every day, but there was something endearing about hearing it behind your back, and so openly too.
Bokuto and Sakusa walked by you, walking right into the gym. You checked your watch. Their practice would end in ten minutes, and you wanted to show yourself before everyone left. With a deep breath, you quietly walked into the gym. You stayed against the wall and then walked up the bleachers, sitting down.
You put the bags down and kept your head down for a moment. You purse your lips, trying to see if your lip gloss was still on. You could hear volleyballs flying and slamming into the floor and the walls, and you could hear the loud chatter of the team.
With a deep breath, you lifted your head and laced your fingers together. You looked at the court and your eyes instantly met Hinata’s familiar ones. Hinata often came over with others Bokuto had gone to school with to play games or hang out. The orange-haired boy stared at you, blinked, looked away, and then looked back at you. His eyes widened and lightened up and he smiled, waving at you.
“Y/n-san!”
Your eyes widened as eleven heads turned to face you. Your face flushed and you lifted a limp hand, waving at Hinata. Your eyes shifted and met Bokuto’s wide surprised ones. You could see the way they shine and your heart squeezed in your chest when you realized that you did that.
You made Bokuto’s eyes shine.
“Baby!”
Bokuto threw the ball, running towards you. You didn’t even have time to blink before Bokuto was at the bleachers, leaning over to be closer to you.
Even though Bokuto was sweating, he still looked as breathtaking as ever. His hair was still up, some of it falling, his arms bulging in the tight shirt he was wearing, and his chest slowly heaved up and down. Bokuto smiled up at you, and you slightly leaned forward and smiled at him.
“Y/n? What are you doing here? Wait, actually, don’t answer that. You’re here!” You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend. Beautiful and loving as he may be, but simpleton he would always be, and you would always love that about him.
You nodded as you used a napkin to dab away at the sweat on his face. “I’m here, ���Taro.”
“What made you change your mind?”
Before you could say anything, Coach Foster blew his whistle. “Bokuto! Practice isn’t over yet!”
Bokuto smiled sheepishly at you and you tapped his cheek twice, smiling at him. “Go, finish practice and then change. You still have to introduce me to your team.”
Your words seemed to ignite something in Bokuto, because he blew a kiss your way, and then ran back. Your cheeks grew warm as you heard Atsumu Miya and Shion Inunaki tease Bokuto.
You made eye contact with black eyes, and when Sakusa gave you a very small smile before looking away, you relaxed. 
As soon as the manager blew his whistle, Bokuto was the first one in the changing room. This caused Atsumu to yell a loud “Slow down, loverboy!” which made you laugh.
You silently stood up and grabbed the two bags, walking towards the coach and the manager. You bowed and introduced yourself, handing them each a bento box.
When Bokuto flew out of the change room, his eyes landed on you laughing at something his coach said. Bokuto’s heart warmed at the sight. If his coach liked you, everyone in the world would like you, not that he had any doubt.
Bokuto skipped to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder. You paused mid-sentence, smiling at him, and then continued. Their manager laughed as she picked up a few papers.
“Your girlfriend is quite the storyteller, Bokuto.”
Bokuto's smile dropped as he heard his coach say those words. Horrified, Bokuto turned to your sheepish expression. “Please tell me you didn’t tell them that story, my love.”
Instantly, you put up your hands and shook your head. “NO! Never, ‘Taro, I would never.”
“What’s this secret story?”
You and Bokuto slowly turned and face face-to-face with Shugo Meian, Bokuto’s captain. You and Bokuto both hastily shook your heads, hands up as you spoke at the same time.
“Nothing!”
Hinata and Atsumu both grinned as their eyes met yours and you gulped.
Bokuto cleared his throat and pulled you close. 
“Team, this is my s/o, Y/n!” You smiled and bowed. The team all smiled at you, bowing their heads.
You saw Hinata eye the bags by your feet and you gasped. “I forgot! I, uh, made some food for all of you! I didn’t know what everyone liked so I made a bit of everything.”
The team all thanked you as you handed each one of them a bento box. You smiled and laughed and conversed with everyone with ease, and Bokuto watched you with adoring eyes. 
He stood a few steps away from you, giving you space as you got to know his teammates. He stood with his arms crossed, a soft smile on his face. 
He loved you so much.
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since i feel bad, here’s a cute pic of bokuto
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olivereliocorcordium1983 ¡ 3 years ago
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Okay so i feel like I need to explain what exactly is going on with me and why I have been writing and deleting stuff on here. Why I have been logging on and off etc and why I haven't been feeling like myself.
So I am going to be giving a bit a context as to whats been going on.
Here recently we are talking day before yesterday, my cousin's wife came to visit us with her baby and things were good and we decided to go to the mall to go shopping for her to get clothes for her and my cousin.
Anyway, we go to the mall and we are just about to enter when a group of people end up walking out the doors to leave and I instantly recognize them.
Now, before I continue here is something you all should know. I have family in new Mexico that I have not seen in years. I do miss them badly and wish I could see them, they do not know that I am trans.
So another thing, I have not seen my biological father in years last time i saw him, I was 23 years old at my uncle's funeral basically telling him that I loved him but i didn't want anything to do with him and was basically telling me to say hello to the new woman he was sticking his dick into. 🙄 (I say that but cause for speculation and assumption, but then again he did cheat on my mother so- i digress)
Fast forward to now I saw my family: my uncle, my aunt, my cousins, my grandma and last of all my fucking biological father who mind you, had no idea I was there and they had no idea I was there either.
So when i saw everyone my body went into shock, and I said, "dad" and then the inner child come bursting out like fucking Timmy and I hug my father 😑 now why is this such a problem?
My father is a narcissist who as you all probably have known from me talking is my emotional, verbal, and psychological abuser.
And basically the reason for why I am the way that I am.
I hugged everyone else and was happy to see them but i am highly upset with myself for hugging him. Why?
When I hugged him he goes "why are you crying? Are you okay?" High pitched voice, I "care" type thing.
Okay, so first off if I am legit crying it is only for three reasons:
1. I am really happy to see you and my heavily empathic ass can't contain myself.
2. Physical/ emotional pain/ missing twin etc
3. See professor Perlmans monologue and someone telling me something that is genuine and nice because I don't know how to take compliments such as "oh you're cute" " I think you are - " etc.
So the little kid in me is like: " oh my god daddy!!!!! "
And adult wolfie is like: "okay what the fuck is HE doing here?!"
Well long story short: he gave me his phone number and said, "if you want to talk then call me or if you need anything..."
Now let me tell you something about this "call me" business growing up my dad NEVER called me I was always the one that had to call him.
Then they had to leave and my heart broke into a billion pieces and since that interaction I haven't stopped fucking crying.
I literally switched into full on Oliver mode and sunk back into myself a little bit. Mind, thats dad guys not any of my other family.
They love me so much that after they found out what my dad did to me, they literally cut his face out of every single family pic they got of him! AND IT IS HIS FAMILY!!!! HIS BROTHERS, SISTERS, MOTHER!!! All of them did that for me and my mom who isn't married to him anymore and has my stepdad. So what does that say about them? THEY ARE FUCKING AMAZING!
So it is because of this interaction the adult in me and the child in me are fighting back and forth with each other and my emotions are all over the place.
Child:
One hand: he gave me his phone number, which makes me "think" he is trying/ benefit of the doubt and is daddy!!! He loves me! ❤️
Adult:
Other hand: if this is another fucking game you are playing im not playing. Get away and stay the hell alway, my life hasn't gotten much better but I don't need another shitty person in my life!
Im tired of the users and abusers finding me.
Then I want to hear whatever he has to say before I throw the daddy Perlman monologue at him watch the entire thing and be like "you see this! THIS IS THE WAY YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN! THIS IS BEING A REAL PARENT! you want me in your life so goddamn badly put in the fucking effort for once! I'm tired of being second to everyone! If you can't put me first, if you can't be alone for an entire year without having some poor women hanging off your pathetic words then I want nothing to do with you period no second chance!
This is exactly what i have been saying guys from day 1 the people who I don't want in my life always find their damn way back! 😑
Basically father is the Elizabeth to my Armie and a wound that i took all that time trying to hide, trying to fix has opened back up and out into the open for everyone to see.
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oh-for-fic-sake ¡ 4 years ago
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Dress Codes,Nooky And  Cock Blocks
Masterlist
Henry tries to be a white knight and realizes Kal is to smart for his own good.
Request/Prompt: Henry and Kal meets you from work after having a bad day. Playing with Kal to make Henry jealous. Shutting kal out for some nooky but Kal sits outside the door barking and howling.
Warnings: Smutty Almost Smut! Fluff, Swearing
A/N: so this has combined two ideas one of which is from the lovely @being-worthy This was going to be a Pooh bear chapter two but hasn't quite fit the bill. Anyway I hope you all enjoy.  P.S I 100% belive Kal would be a little shit!!!
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This was a fucking piss take your manager was an asshole! You huffed about the office still trying to process the stupidity he just fucking spouted at you. You moved to the ladies room phone in hand ready to vent locking yourself in a stall fingers poised to rant in a long ass text message but you froze. Henry was home well at the gym to be more specific. He was over the moon having just snagged the role of Geralt of Rivia and had been working tirelessly on bulking up for the role especially now that he was getting the dates for shooting. You paused taking a deep breath. No. You cant vent to him and ruined his day to. You growled and moved leaving the bathroom slamming the door thankful that you only had another hour, at least the prick had the decency to wait until the end of the day.
You through your phone down into the bag sitting at your desk for a few moments. You cast your eyes over the computer screen seeing the little bimbo...His little bimbo Stacey there was an office romance between your asshat of a manager and this little blonde. She ran about the office in small tight skirts hair immaculate and thick makeup smeared across her face and fuck me glasses that were an accessory not prescription like yours. She had a snug fitted blouse and pencil skirt on flitting about the office in some dangerous looking heels. More feminine? Was you supposed to jump up and say 'yes sir of course Sir, anything to keep this job sir' then flutter your lashes at him?.
Fuck that, and fuck this be more feminine bullshit, there was no written dress code and as far as things had gone you were doing your job pretty damn well and you didn't need heels to do it!
You scowled seeing the blonde slip out followed by your manager it mus be time fore their discrete get away a make out in the copier room...How original. You sighed clicking your mouse scanning through the next lot of appointments...No more today but there was a shit tonne tomorrow. You sighed getting down...Was your job really on the line over skirts,  makeup and heels? Sure you were on probation but they couldn't sack you for breaking a non existent dress code...Could they.honestly you wouldn't put it past Dave he seemed to have some fucked up traditional views.
Your attention was quickly drawn down to your phone buzzing you smiled seeing it was Henry quickly tapping the notification.
'Bbe you still at the office?? Miss you! 😘😘' You smiled softly heaving a deep breath then began typing.
'Yep still here not for long though finish in 1hr thank god 😘😘 u 2 at the gym still??' You sent the text and got a reply pretty quick you smiled he must have left the gym to reply so quick. Your thoughts wandered a daydream of the huge glorious man puffed out and sweaty ugh yes that's what you needed right now your man to just ruin you fuck the stress and doubt right out of you!. Your eyes scanned the new text he had sent pulljng you out of your raunchy thoughts.
'No just left walking Kal around the park he got a bit excited need to wear him out, so have a good day?'
'😂 good luck with that. And its been okay...G2g shopping after apparently I need to dress more feminine😒😒 so will be home late' You frowned hearing the two love birds enter the office again wrapped up around one another professionally you rolled your eyes as the blonde pulled away from your manager giggling and made her way to the computer opposite you instantly reaching for her compact mirror trying to correct the smeared lipstick across her face. Your phone pinged and you looked down face lighting up a little seeing the anger emojis. Henry felt the same ass you.
'😡😡🤬WTF? wats tht sppsd 2 mean?' you cringed maybe you should have just kept your mouth shut but it was too late now you sighed trying to placate him.
'I need to wear skirts and shit...be an office bimbo no big deal🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ just get a few skirts thts all' you typed back his reply was immediate almost as if he'd been typing the same time as you. Wincing you prepared yourself for the worse, Henry was a very protective man and you knew he hated the whole gender roles thing.
'😡😡You dnt need makeup and shit!! ur gorgeous dnt u listen to that wanker!! Can't u leave early?? Say ur going shopping?? Just get out of there! please love dnt let this get 2 u!!🥺🥺 I love u, ur perfect!!😍😘😘😍' You grinned got flushing rereading the words a warmth in your chest. You knew that he meant every word. Stacey looked over with a smirk snapping the compact shut and pointed a false nail in your direction.
"Oh? Is that a blush? Who are you texting? Someone cute?" You flicked your eyes up to her you didn't have anything against her per say but you were different people, she was all Instagram, kardashians and trending and you were all gaming, books and cosy pajamas. You never really spoke to her if you could help it.
"Err yeah...My boyfriend" you admitted looking down seeing another text from him. Another round of compliments and reassuring words lit up your screen.
'I mean it bbe I know u! dnt beat urself up over it! Dont u let him get 2 u!😘😘' you smiled softly yes he did know you and he knew this had not only made you angry but also insecure. You thought you looked good at work you always made a point to look 'put together' but it wasn't enough?
"Ooo was that him again? You never told me you had a boyfriend! Is he new? How long have you been together? What does he do? Whats he saying!?" You gulped as she got up quickly scuttling around the desk as fast as she could in her heels and skirt.
"We've been together a few years...He's just asking me to leave early and catch diner with him but I don't think Dave would like that..." Stacey's face lit up and she beamed at you. She was happy to have something else to gossip about.
"Oh! that’s so sweet~ he wants to steal you away for dinner! You know I wish Dave would do that but he only really pays attention to me at work....So does this sweet mystery man have a name?" You looked up at her tilting your phone away a little so she didn't see Henry's on going threats of 'coming down there and teaching Dave some manners by ripping his tongue out his ass' you shook your head as you caught the ass end of a long text full of emojis...You sort of regret teaching him the meanings of them....Was that an eggplant in the middle?.
"Henry...His name is Henry and he's an actor" Stacey squealed cupping her face completely excited for some reason.
"Oh that's so cute! You know its always you shy ones that nab yourselves the boho guys...You know I always wanted to date the 'boho' type myself but never did, they were all to....Just not my type I like clean cut guys, you know ones who fill out a suit" You squinted what the fuck was she getting at? You schooled your features standing taller quickly and made your own little dig.
"Like Dave?" she flushed and nodded excitedly missing the whole sarcastic droll over your words. She clapped her hands completely missing the fact you were poking fun at the scrawny 'stud' sleazeball who Henry could easily snap over his thigh if he wanted to.
"Yes just like my Dave~! Ugh anyway do you have a pic...Come ooon! Let me see your man~" you sighed tilting your head to her...She was pretty harmless...And dippy so it shouldn't do any harm she didn't strike you as the type of person to watch Henry's movies so shouldn't recognize him. You nodded sweetly it was actually a little fun you rarely got to show off your man,  most people who knew him knew you were dating. You twisted the phone eying the screen and froze seeing the last texts he sent you whilst you spoke to Stacey.
'Have you got out early??🧐🧐'
'Babe don't ignore me!😤😤 Is he still there!?😡'
'Woman you better answer me! Stop ignoring me bbe it wont help😤😤'
'Im serious y/n do I need to chat with him? Do you want me to help?🧐🧐'
'Look out the window'
"Oh hell no!" you huffed out under your breath then stood up scrabbling to the large office window Stacey followed you alarmed. You freaked and quickly opened the window poking your head out to scream at your sweet but very dappy boyfriend. As irritated as the texts were he didn't look it, well until you really looked he was tense and it wasn't just because Kal was puling excitedly.
"Oh my god?! HENRY?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!....GET OUT OF THE GOD DAMNED ROAD!!" lone behold when you looked down you saw Henry standing there with a huge bouquet of Roses and a bag you suspected held a box of chocolates, Kal was barking up at you spinning in circles and jumping up super excited almost dragging the huge man over in all the excitement. It would seem the walk was not enough to wear out the bear. Henry grinned up at you you heard Stacey from beside you gasp.
"Holy shit is that your boyfriend??" you turned to her and smiled smugly to her nodding then glanced back down to him seeing him quickly navigate the people bustling around the car park heading for the doors. You froze. You can't let him up here he sounded angry earlier...He'd kill Dave. You ran back to your desk quickly logging off the pc and snatching up your bag.
"Where do you think your going y/n?" Dave called after you you stopped seeing him there arms crossed giving you the filthiest look he could muster seeing your bag slung over your arm then there was the distinct buzzing of someone Henry at the door trying to be buzzed in. You pointed to the door opening our mouth to fake sickness or something but was interrupted.
"Oh Dave leave her alone...All the times she's here early let her go early for once, we don't need her anymore today and it means we get the office to ourselves for an hour~" your eyes bugged out as Stacey came to your aid fluttering her lashes to your manager. He heaved a sigh and nodded to the door in a 'get out of here' motion.
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You smiled quickly darting out down the stairs to the ground floor seeing Henry standing there unimpressed finger holding the button down in one long irritating ring. You shook your head at him through the glass as he held the button.
You slapped the exit button opening the door and Henry tried darting past you into the building chest puffed shoulders ready to give your boss a piece of his mind but you caught the frightening man by his ridiculous bulging bicep. You spun with him digging your heels into the worn carpet.
"No no no! Henry no!" he carried on to the stairs dragging you with him passing you the roses and Kal's lead as the dog bounced around you both yipping like the over excited pup he was. Henry had hoped filling your hands would give him time to jump up a few steps out of your reach so he could have a chat with Dave about this whole misogynistic bullshit. Henry swore when you scampered behind him hooking your arms around his forearm and leant back, if he moved you'd drop like a rock and up the few steps as you both were, you'd hurt yourself. He stopped heaving a deep sigh looking to you.
"Just five minuet's babe is all I need! fucking feminine my ass he just wants to oogle your peach of an ass!! And that's not- that ass is mine!! fucking no one NO ONE fucking upsets my baby!" Your body flushed skin prickling at the shear alpha tone the possessive growl that seeped into his words made you tremble swallowing dryly you managed to shake it off and focused on the task at hand fucking could come later for now you needed to stop him from ripping your manager a new one. You moved crouching down bearing your weight down giggling at him as he still tried to thunder up the stairs. Kal helped to pulling at his lead it was a joint effort.
"Henn love?! I'll be sacked if you go up there and make Dave piss himself! Please lets just go home it's Friday I can find a few things over the week end for now can we please leave" he stopped and looked up to the brown ceiling and flickering light sigh he clicked his tongue then looked to you slowly with a heavy breath.
"....Fine, but next time I'm having him!" you smiled finding his protective side arousing your tummy clenching just knowing you big strong man could rinse the little twat upstairs made your pussy clench you always had a thing about strong men and Henry was the most physically fit you'd ever met. You somehow managed to coax him out of the door in the direction of home taking a detour picking up a Chinese on the way.
You giggled rolling around the floor with Kal. after a quiet dinner and snuggle with Henry you had been ushered away so he could do his nightly reading of his new script.You didn't mind at all you loved seeing him so invested in his roles. you caught a glimpse of the red roses sitting proudly in a glass vase on the fireplace almost blocking the view of the tv but not quite. You loved this, just being home with your favorite boys enjoy a nice quiet night in. you scoffed mocking kal who was pulling hard on the black rope trying to out witt you with quick flicks of his head, playing tug with Kal was a workout huge as he was he had the weight and strength to out match even Henry. You did not stand a chance just holding onto the black rope hoping to slow him down but he was full of energy today.
Henry was sitting on the sofa feet up reading his witcher script pen in hand as he read his page, one a night was the deal. But honestly trying to pull him away from this particular script was a hell of a job fair enough he was trying to memorize lines and scribble down alternatives in the margins. It was sweet how excited he got, he already knew the character in and out so could already tweak things around so it felt like Geralt. He was happy had been chasing the role for a while so you didn't mind that preparing for it was taking up most of his time. but you were still horny from earlier and wouldn't complain to a night of nooky. But alas Henry was drawn in by the script and you were trying to find other ways to distract yourself from the bubbling arousal in your loins, like playing with Kal. But that’s not to say you wasn't going to tease your man, there were ways to get his attention~
You smirked putting a plan into action bending lower wriggling your ass, craning back so your shorts rode up just that little bit more. Then once in place you squealed loud gaining the mans attention as Kal tugged dragging you across the floor growling playfully bouncing his weight back jerking you around, it was only then that Henry grunted in annoyance, your voice had been high he loved you keeping Kal entertained he really did, but sometimes he needed a little quiet. Especially when he was trying to concentrate.
"You know if I keep this up I'll have bigger muscles then you~" you giggled out a you tried to hold your own against the mighty bear. Henry smiled and watched shaking his head as Kal dragged you under his legs to the free space on the side of the coffee table. As much as he was trying to concentrate you could never get on his nerves for long, he just loved you to damn much. Henry frowned as you were pulled again wincing anticipating an accident as Kal was definitely getting to invested in the game.
"Or a dislocated shoulder" he commented as Kal did another particularly painful looking shunt and shook his head side to side still growling loud around the toy. It was then that he looked at you properly and what he saw made the man pause and suck in a breath air getting trapped in his throat at the innocently erotic sight. Seeing you bent over any time was a pleasure but here and now? Bouncing deliciously on your knees being half dragged about the living room added another dimension to the whole thing. Your arms and back stretched out low on the floor spine arched slightly, sitting with your knees tucked under you, the bouncing making your ass jump deliciously.
Two full ass cheeks peeking out of you short shorts as Kal carried on his jerky movements. You bit your lip grunting and tugged back pulling with all your might successfully gaining a few inches which Kal stole back and more making you yelp and moan as you were sprawled out on the carpet again. This time dragged up on your knees into a position he he spent many nights enjoying to his fullest. were you doing this on purpose? he wouldn't put it past you...Maybe you needed a fuck, a proper fuck.
Henry couldn't help the twitching in his groin, the first tremors as he got a front row seat to the two perfect globes of your ass seemingly clapping against one another with the shorts acting like a thong shucked up your ass. Fuck you wasn't wearing Knickers again. Little fucking minx. He lowered his feet to the floor now far to invested in watching you roll around in the tiny shorts. swept up in the way your body swayed taunting him. you turned to him with a sly smile and sent him a quick wink that he almost missed.
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He gaped at you, you were doing it on purpose!! His script laid completely forgotten on his lap as he watched you turn back to Kal innocently dipping down low again shoulders to the floor stretched out taught in front of you face tucked into your arm as Kal fought you for the coveted rope. God...It had been a while since he fucked you like that. He licked his lips. Too long in the busy days since snagging the witcher role he had only had time for a two quickies. Two fumbled quickies in three weeks and they wasn't even that good. Well not his usual hour long foreplay teasing and touching then good few rounds. They were just a flurry of fast rutting motion's, less fucking more jerking trying to finish as quickly as you could just wanting that high. he bit his lip watching you watch him out of the corner of your eye definitely teasing him.
"Babe come here~" You froze and twisted your head back you knew that tone.Grinning knowing you'd got your way you looked seeing Henry eyeing you hungrily biting his lip tilting his head, legs spread wide making his thighs bulge in what should be a loose set of black shorts but actually became skin tight on this Goliath of a man. You flushed under the gaze but managed to hold into the rope not giving the still pulling pup an inch. His eyes were a dark ocean blue pupils nearly swallowing the color completely, you wondered how far you could push him. you pouted at him before teasing him further opening your legs wider letting the material of your shorts almost completely disappear.
"Henry...I'm playing with Kal-" he squinted at you then quirked a brow before shaking his head snapping shut the folder holding the script and let it drop to the floor by his foot with a decisive thump. You gulped. But didn't move instead you heaved back pulling the Akita across the floor.
"Babe...Come here Kal's had his playtime..." you rolled your eyes hearing the silent 'now I want mine' sometimes he was a man child. You twisted your head to him with a flutter of your lashes and cheeky grin.
"Well I'm playing with Kal you have to wait your turn-HEY? HENRY THAT’S CHEATING!?" You yelped as Henry quickly bolted up right and stomped on the rope whilst using his considerable size and strength to pull you up off the floor making you release the toy.
"Well that’s enough playing with Kal, time to play with me. I wont be cock blocked in my own house by the dog~" you giggled as Henry quickly began climbing the stairs laughing kicking your feet, watching as Kal stayed two steps behind rope in his mouth excitedly following his parents, you were all going to play!. It was only when the dog found himself shut out of the bedroom did he realize you were in fact not going to be playing with him anymore tonight. you could hear the indignant huff through the door.
You wriggled as Henry fell onto the bed with you wrapped around him slowly devouring each other with deep kisses tongues and teeth roaming each other. It had been a good few weeks since you both explored one another properly. Henry pulled away chuckling at the soft scratches at the door. Kal was not impressed.
"Kal go lie down! We will be finished soon" Henry called out and ignored the high whines and more insistent scratching at the door and leaned over you sucking at your neck decorating it as he saw fit leaving marks of red and purple biting his mark into the crook of your neck then lower tracing a warm wet train over your thin shirt. You moaned clutching his waist trapping him between your thighs using the grip you had to rock up onto him trying to ease the burning in your core.
"Oh whats this? Someone is impatient considering she wanted to keep playing with Kal?" His voice came out as a deep rasp making you gasp cupping his face.
"You treating me with your Geralt babe?" He smiled latching onto your ear rocking down onto you drawing out soft mewls. You vaguely heard Kals whines become louder barks out side the door hearing the dog jump up pawing at the handle of the door trying to break in.
"Oh you like?~" You sighed quickly trying to rid your tshirt panting feeling just how wet your slit had got, you were embarrassingly wet considering you hadn't even done anything yet.
"Fuck yes~ oh god its so-ah fuck its so hot Henry~" he pulled back growling in the new low tone you hadn't known he was capable of, his large hands helped remove the tshirt throwing it across the room and latched onto your tits biting and sucking slow flicking his tongue across a pebbled nipple as his hands stripped you of your shorts. he chuckled seeing the damp patch, your arousal sticking to the material in one neat line.
"Oh you really do need me don't you love~" you nodded to him whining when he pulled back grunting a growl biting your boob and sucking harshly. You both moved in tandem rolling around the sheets grinding ,rocking ,biting and grunting both intent on ignoring the pup crying outside the door. He would wear himself out and get bored. Well that was the plan anyway.
Henry finally pinned you and descended on your core like a starving man given the sweetest fruit. You cried out fingers in his hair unsure what spurred on this heated frenzie but would happily indulge him. One thing you loved about him is he was always up for eating you out, the man thrived on it! He seemed to get a massive kick out of feasting on you until you came all over him. You grunted as he suckled on your bud teasing and twisting his supple lips across it Nipping you began to loose yourself panting and jerking up into his mouth chasing a sweet release you hadn't known you needed and then you heard it.
A deep loud echoing mournful howl. Even Henry stopped frowning up at you from between your legs. That was new, Kal wasn't a howly dog, he barked and yipped giving off the weirdest groans and moans. But never howled. You both burst out laughing unable to stop it as the howls were all over the place, loud and quiet raspy and uneven like Kal was an apprentice learning on the job.they were less 'howls' and more 'how-wo-wow-wo-wow' It was clear this was his first time but bless him he was trying to be the wolf of the house. You panicked as he began to get the hang of it and patted Henry's shoulder. he was still chuckling finding Kals new found voice hilarious.
"Quick stop him! If he learns that we'll never hear the end of it!" You chuckled pulling the thin sheet over you as Henry swore and quickly slinked off the bed racing to the door opening it stopping Kal in his tracks. The Akita smiled panted a few breaths thumped his tail on the floor then collected his rope entering, jumping on the bed without a care in the world.
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"Babe?" You asked biting the inside of your cheek trying to stop the giggles as Henry began to scowl at the fluffy bear sprawling out on his side of the bed a flush building up his chest settling over his face. He cleared his throat.
You and Henry watched as Kal moved dropping the rope by your hand waiting for you to continue your game of tug. You flopped back in peels of laughter at Henry's face. The man looked amused and livid at the same time as realization struck. Kal, lovable cute baby boi Kal had just played Henry like a fiddle. You didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the fact your boyfriend, your chosen mate had just been outsmarted by a dog.
"Yes love?" He said none to happy with how things had turned out, here he was standing at the foot of his bed painful hard on and there you were naked and willing...In his bed...With Kal. This was not the plan.
"I hate to break it to you...But you've just been cock blocked in your own house by your dog....For a game of tug!" You giggled as you threw Henry's previous words back at him petting Kal who was still fiddling with the rope trying to make you grab it.
"No shit...Can we still fuck? I mean he can have my side! I'm gonna be on top of you anyway?" You gaped at him as he rounded the bed fulling intent on rolling on top of you sliding home. You held up your hand to him.
"Nope! No way am I fucking you next to Kal!" Henry ignored you crouching over you trying to lay you back down to finish what he started before being rudely interrupted by the Akita now in bed with his girlfriend.
"Oh babe why not? this is painful, look I'm going purple...Besides you started it its your responsibility~" he whined trying to bat away your pushing hands leaning in to capture you with a burning kiss. You dodged anticipating his next move, his kisses were always a sure fire way to make you completely melt and give in to him. you quickly twisted away throwing your legs over the side of the bed placing your hands either side of his naked hips, pressing him back as he still tried to gain on you. you swallowed looking up at him meeting his lopsided grin, trying to ignore the proud cock swaying in front of you almost tapping your heaving breasts.
"How about the shower? He's scared of the bathroom since his last bath?" Henry snapped his fingers and clapped face lighting up as he patted your hands slowly easing them off of him.
"Fuck yes! Babe you are a genius!" He moved over and kissed your face making you bat him away and then he turned to Kal wagging a finger at him.
"And you my four legged son are a pain in the ass!" You shook your head patting Kal as he tilted his head  he looked offended with his dads statement. You looked to the bathroom door as Henry's pert ass vanished around the door frame.
"Daddy didn't mean it baby boy~ you know how he is when he doesn't get his way...Just a spoiled man child~ he loves you really" Kal whined ears flattening  as he heard the shower switch on. You patted the dog with a sigh and got up padding across the bedroom to the en suit.
"Don't worry baby you stay there and daddy wont get you in the mean old shower~" you giggled scratching his ears as he huffed  in defeat. His daddy had got the better of him and the Akita wasn't pleased. He grumbled as Henry poked his head around the door frame wriggling his brows at you as you passed him getting a playful smack on the rear. then he faced the dog and stuck his tongue out childishly to the dog who huffed and turned around choosing to give you both a clear view of his ass.
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pa-stella ¡ 2 years ago
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Can you write Ichiro x Jyushi headcanons please?
Sorry if I reply so late! Too many things to write down and they aren't even all the headcanons I have. The first part is a small summary of how they acted before the relationship; the second part is just a mix of random headcanons. I like to mix canon info with arb and hypstage storylines btw!
1️⃣ Ichiro/Jyushi headcanons 🌕
When they met during the second drb, Jyushi recognized Ichiro instantly as the savior who helped him in Ikebukuro. Ichiro, used to flashy teenagers in Tokyo, didn't remember him at all until he heard him whining to Kuko and Hitoya.
At first, thanks to the still unresolved situation with Kuko, Ichiro only saw Jyushi as an opponent, but he thought that his voice and style were quite interesting.
Jyushi, on the other hand, was veeeery interested, but he tried not to show it in front of Kuko for obvious reasons. The monk understood everything anyway the first time they saw BB and Jyushi literally gasped in a dramatic way.
During this period of time, Jyushi did his best to look cooler than ever whenever BAT had occasion to see BB. With cooler I mean that he just talked loudly in his unique way and posed awkwardly until Ichiro and his brothers would be out of sight. After that he would just deflate and become red as a tomato. He was so unable to hide his interest that even Hitoya started to tease him.
After the reconciliation with Kuko, Ichiro had the opportunity to know the other a little better but still superficially. He didn’t see him that different from Jiro and Saburo.
Things changed after the Shuffle Divisions event. Ichiro saw another side of Jyushi: the hard working one. He wasn’t a whiny, fashionable teenager, but a person who always tried everything to succeed. He might talk in a pessimistic way from time to time, but he also never gave up. From that day, Ichiro had decided that he wanted to know about 14thMoon.
They somehow manage a long distance relationship and they try to meet up in Nagoya or Tokyo at least twice a month (work and ArgoξOrchestra’s lives permitting). 
They call each other every night, after dinner, when Jiro and Saburo are too tired or busy to bother Ichiro. 
Saburo thought that his big brother was trying to gain info about Bad Ass Temple when he first saw them together around Ikebukuro.
Ichiro doesn't like texting that much (he often hasn’t time to reply), but he enjoys every single message Jyushi sends him during the day. The visual kei singer loves to share selfies and ootd pics. Ichiro saves all of them.
The first time Jyushi visited Ichiro, he brought him to Milky Way and Jyushi liked it so much he now wants to go there at least once every time he comes to Ikebukuro. 
Milky Way was also the place where Ichiro gave him a cute My Melody ring as a gift after six months of dating.
Jiro is happy when Jyushi comes over because he finally has somebody to play videogames and practice guitar with.
Ichiro would never admit it, but he had called Kuko before dating Jyushi because he was afraid it would be a problem. Kuko just replied with “It’s not a problem, but be prepared: he will probably cry when you’ll ask him out.” Jyushi had cried a lot that day.
Ichiro had also called Hitoya, who had replied with “Please, do it. So he’ll have somebody else to bother.” Jyushi had started to bother Hitoya even more after that with the excuse of asking for advice.
Ichiro wants to help Jyushi be a little stronger/not a crybaby, but he’s much gentler than Kuko in this.
The first time Ichiro had attended an ArgoξOrchestra’s concert, the couple hadn’t seen each other for an entire month and it was a surprise for Jyushi’s birthday.
Jyushi has plans of moving to Tokyo with his band in a few years. At the moment he’s too broke and too attached to his routine in Nagoya to actually do anything.
They both enjoy cuddles a lot, but Jyushi was almost afraid of being touched at first as a result of his experience with bullies. Ichiro was very patient, never pressuring him. Now Jyushi doesn’t become tense anymore and lets the other hug/touch/kiss him whenever he wants to.
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ultimatebethylficlist ¡ 3 years ago
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Veteran Author of The Month: September 2021
The featured veteran author for September is a well-known and beloved name in the fandom, @rckyfrk !
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Rckyfrk can be found on AO3 and FFN under the same penname.
When asked what got her into Bethyl and what the fandom means to her, she said:
I did not start watching TWD until late into Season 3. I don’t do well with horror. My husband would watch and I would just read a book in our bedroom or something. Well, one fateful night, I needed to get some work done on my laptop and didn’t feel like sitting in bed to get it finished, so I just stayed in the living room (our house was teeny tiny - there weren’t a lot of other places to go), and I turned so I wasn’t looking at the TV, plugged in my headphones, and got to work. Well, I glanced over and there was the wonder that is Daryl Dixon gracing my screen. I was instantly intrigued. (I believe my exact words were, “Who is that? What is he...DON’T DO THAT THERE’S ZOMBIES THERE!” and I was instantly hooked. Dammit. I found that as long as I could watch some of the behind the scenes stuff on how they make the walkers, it took some of the horror out of it and I could just focus on the artistry of all the makeup and stuff. Season 4 premiere, we had some friends come over for a “watching party,” (remember those?) and I was actually up getting refills for everyone (being the good hostess that I am) so I completely missed the hug in Beth’s cell and when I came back into the room, NO ONE THOUGHT THAT WAS IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO TELL ME ABOUT. (I thought they were my friends…) So I really didn’t start *shipping* Bethyl until “Alone.” I mean, I saw how close they were getting during “Still,” but I guess I didn’t realize what I was really seeing, you know? (Keep in mind, I was still a relatively new fan and had missed most of Season 3 and THE HUG.) Anyway, I couldn’t stand waiting for the next week to find out what happened to Beth, and thus began the ONLY time I have EVER looked for spoilers. That’s how I happened upon this crazy thing called “fan fiction,” (I honestly had never known such a thing existed before that fateful search.) I got to know some of the Bethyl writers, and someone suggested joining tumblr and writing my own stories, and the rest is history. Bethyl is the only pairing I’ve actually, actively shipped, before or after. The only two characters I’ve invested time in. The only two I’ve cried over (just ask @jbird9...hubs has seen me go through all kinds of emotions over these two). My boys can identify Beth and Daryl (they’ve NEVER seen an episode, not even a commercial for TWD, but recognize them from pics I’ve shown them.) The Bethyl fandom has brought me to meet some wonderful people, who probably know me better than members of my actual family. This fandom has been such a bright spot in my life, and has been so supportive even when the well has been dry for years (at least as far as new content from the show). I love you guys.
For her personal fic rec list, she recommends:
(Ugh. I’m really hesitant to come up with personal lists because I’ve read SO MANY WONDERFUL STORIES and I don’t want to leave any of them out, but I also know my brain and I’m not always the best at recalling names and places when I need to. I do want to give some love to:)
@gneebee [AO3] Love’s Highway and One Cold Night live in my head rent free
@piper1016 (basically anything she’s written) [AO3]
@inkinmytea (Audriss) [AO3] especially By Any Other Name
These ladies have been super supportive of my writing, and I can’t thank them enough.
I also really miss Pussyfoot by SaraiVe
is this how you say hello (in the zombie apocalypse) by the queen conquers (dastardly_dame)
Also, @leftmywingshome [AO3]
and @majicmarker​ [AO3] who not only write amazing Bethyl stories, but have their own original work published, all of which I strongly recommend reading.
There’s about a gazillion other stories that I’d like to recommend, but we’d be here all day if I listed them all. PLEASE don’t feel left out or disheartened if I didn’t pull your name from the deep recesses of my brain. I swear I’m not doing it on purpose. There are so many gifted writers in this fandom - we are SO lucky! - and I truly do appreciate @ultimatebethylficlist​ for recognizing the veterans and newbies equally.
Rckyfrk’s Works & Personal Thoughts:
Lady in Red and Man in Black Summary: It's finally the big day, Maggie and Glenn's wedding day. Beth is maid of honor, Daryl is the best man. - This started as a one-shot/prompt for Bethyl Week on Tumblr, but has evolved into becoming a full-sized story. Thoughts: I miss these babies. I had to take a break to try and get Terms and Conditions going because they are so drastically different from it, but now it’s been so long I almost have to get T & C out of my system before I can get my head back in the syrupy sweetness. Lady in Red started as a prompt (technically two) WAY back in the day. We’re talking back in the summer of 2014. The first two chapters received such a supportive response that it took on a life of its own, but it was solely from Beth’s POV, and I had Daryl in my head basically screaming to be heard, so Man in Black made its way in. The goal is to get MiB caught up with LiR, then write them simultaneously (mainly so no one knows what will be coming next and the reader gets to decide which “side” to read first).
Terms and Conditions Summary: It was Beth's first time in Atlanta by herself when the world decided to end. When she lost her way home, she winds up meeting a crossbow-toting man with steel blue eyes and a smile that gives her chills. This is not your typical Bethyl story - imagine if Daryl were more like Merle. Thoughts: I think this is the darkest thing I’ve written (and really, it’s not even that dark). I had this idea in my head for Daryl to be a lot more like Merle and all these little scenarios kept popping into my head of Beth “taming the beast,” and having them slowly fall in love despite how they met and him being a total jerk - at least in the beginning. I think there’s only going to be a couple more chapters of this one, I just need to buckle down and write them. Maybe that’s why I’m dragging my feet to do it. 
And once upon a time, I was writing a non-Bethyl story called “Summer of Learning,” which is actually kind of misleading. Back to that summer of 2014, where I was going through some fandom drama and was about to give up writing and tumblr all together when this group of Norman fans (we called ourselves his Harem...I miss you @basswipe and @unicorns-and-myblacksoul) came along and included me into their shenanigans. Anyway, they gave me the prompt “Imagine Sean Patrick Flanery is your dad’s best friend and teaches you everything there is to know about sex.” In the story, the main character’s parents are Norman and Emily, so it’s...Bethyl adjacent?
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icedthoma ¡ 5 years ago
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Pspsspspspss you wanna write me a scenario / headcanons for The Boys (Shinsou and Todoroki lol) where he finds his s.o’s phone lock screen / wallpaper is a picture of him that he didn’t even realize was taken ?? 💜🔥❄️🤩
Pspspspsp I’d loVE TO. Also first time writing for Shinsou ahH 
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TODOROKI SHOUTO
How this dude manages to look like a perfect model in every picture taken of him you have no idea. 
Teach me your secrets please I beg you
In an attempt to catch him off guard while the two of you were on a date, you pretended to take a selfie while really switching the camera on him from where he was seated in front of you. 
And that was how you ended up with the prettiest picture of Todoroki Shouto to ever bless your eyes. 
He was smiling warmly at you, his hair and skin graciously highlighted by the bright sunlight. One of his hands was rested on the side of his cheek  as he leaned his elbow on the table, head slightly tilted. In his other hand he held his cup of boba tea, which he was lazily sipping out of as he watched you take what he thought was a picture of yourself. 
You were in shock. 
How??? Does someone?? Look that gorgeous without even trying?????
You instantly made that your new lockscreen. 
Throughout the rest of your date, you couldn’t help but sneak peeks at your phone every so often, staring at the beautiful moment you had captured Todoroki in the middle of without him even knowing. 
“Do you have somewhere else you need to be?”
You snapped your head up from where you were mooning over your phone wallpaper and stared guiltily at were Shouto was sitting, sliding your phone under the table. “Huh?”
Judging from the way his eyes narrowed at your small gesture, your phone hiding had not gone unnoticed. “You just seem to be looking at your phone a lot. Something wrong?” 
Now, to the outside spectator, that would have just sounded like a normal question devoid of any other emotions. But you knew Shouto well enough to recognize that clipped tone at the end of his sentences that indicated he was starting to get frustrated with your lack of attention onto him--well-- the him right in front of you. Not on your phone. 
...oh. You were such an idiot. 
You hastily made to explain, rushing over yourself to quell his doubts. 
“Can I see?” he said once you had finished talking. 
Nodding, you handed your phone over and he examined your lock screen with a small grin. He turned your phone off and made to give it to you, but once you reached for it he put it on the table and held your hand with both of his instead. 
Without breaking eye contact, he brushed his lips along the skin of your knuckles, his kisses as light as a feather. “I appreciate the picture,” Shouto said, letting go of your hand and handing you your phone for real this time, a growing smirk spreading across his face. “But I’d rather you look at the real version, hmm?” 
SHINSOU HITOSHI
Nap dates.
That’s it, that’s the fic
You know he’s a night owl, and these are just a nice way to spend time together while recharging!
It’s always nice cuddling up against each other, his breathing gradually beginning to deepen and lulling you to sleep
One lazy afternoon you woke up first, and while you were kind of disappointed your dream has been interrupted, it only paled in comparison to what was right in front of you.
Light was filtering in through your window, falling over a portion of Shinsou’s face just right, giving his face the illusion that it was glowing from within.
His mouth was curved up into a small smile as he continued to sleep on, oblivious to your staring. 
Honestly he reminded you of a cat napping under a spot of sunlight. 
Not wanting to let this moment go to waste, you felt around behind you for your phone that had been hastily discarded hours earlier as carefully as you could to avoid waking him up. 
Finally finding it, you quickly snapped a picture of his peaceful face that seemed ethereal in the soft lighting. 
You were definitely making that your wallpaper. 
Days later, you were grabbing some snacks from the kitchen, Shinsou stretched out along the couch in the common room when you heard your phone go off from where it was charging by the dorm’s TV. 
“Hey, can you check my phone for me? I think I just got a text.”
“Yeah, sure.” 
You came back, arms full with food, to see Shinsou staring at your phone. 
“Something wrong?” you asked, though you had a sneaking suspicion as to what he had to be looking at. 
“What is this?” He turned your phone around to reveal--you guessed it--your lockscreen of him asleep. 
“My new lockscreen. Isn’t it adorable?” 
“When was this even taken?” 
“On our nap date a couple days ago,” you said, pulling him down to sit beside you on the couch. “You looked so pretty, I just had to capture the moment.”
“Mmm.”
That was not the reaction you were expecting. After some prodding, he revealed his own lockscreen to be a picture of you asleep as well. 
“I woke up before you that day, but fell asleep again. Look at you. So cute.”
“My hair is a tangled mess and I think I’m drooling--deleTE THIS PLEASE--”
“If you change your lockscreen I’ll change mine.”
Sacrifices must be made for the greater good (aka your precious lockscreen pic of Shinsou), and you’re not about to change your wallpaper anytime soon. 
“...I guess you can keep it, then.”
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thefandom-fanatic ¡ 4 years ago
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Drawing Hearts Chapter 1
So this is my first fanfic ever. English is not my first language but I am trying, I do have a second part to this so I'll eventually post it. Hope it's well liked? Non of the gifs or pics belong to me btw.
(Y/N) POV
(Y/N) was a Goner. In only been here for a short amount of time and yet she where already swooning. That pretty cute guy with a adorable fanged smile, Bright golden eyes and the most beautiful complexion of blue. Kurt Wagner. Aka Nightcrawler, the adorable X-Men that had stolen her heart in days with his shy smile and adorable ways. (Y/N) could just imagine herself in his arms all day and just staring at his smile.
"Ugh...I sound like a creep"
She grumbled as she stared down at the most recent sketch of the Mutant. It was a simple sketch, One she had done rather quickly of Kurt when he was in her perch like position and tail swaying behind him. (Y/N) always thought he looked bad ass like this.
(Y/N) stared at the small picture and sighed softly. 'Why would he, A X-Men of all people even glance your way? You don't have a cool mutation. You aren't some model... You're... Just you' She thought softly before sighing in utter defeat. Just picking up her pencil to continue her art.
Once finished with her sketch and some light shading she scribbled down a fast and small little 'Love letter' next to the sketch. Pouring her little heart out through the words before smiling proudly, she had done this with all the little pictures of Kurt she drew... yes there where quite a few in this sketchbook alone. Making a small little poem, Note, Letter or whatever else next to the sketch. Almost like she was able to speak to him through these words.
Satisfied she set the book to her left to grab her bag. In a matter of seconds there was a small gust of wind and when she turned to grab her book.... It was Gone...
"What. The. Fuck!?"
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Kurt POV
Kurt was in Love.
He tried so much to hide his feelings and try to psych himself out of it, But it was far too late for that.
In the short few weeks that (Y/N) had arrived she had already stolen his heart, Without even having to say a single word. Her simple smiles and pleasant waves was all that was needed for his knees to feel week, That kind look in her (Y/C) eyes was all it took in that moment for him to fall under her spell and his heart skip.
"Wow, You got it bad don't ya?" Peter said with a snicker as he watched his blue friend pout from the lunchroom table as he stared out the nearest window where (Y/N) was sitting sketching in her book. Kurt groaned softly as he placed his face down on the table, Ignoring the snickers of his friends next to him, Jubilee rubbing his back as a small act of comfort.
"You should just go talk to her. She seems really nice" Jean said softly as she leaned against Scott who was smirking as his miserable Friend. "Yeah. I haven't seen anyone talk to her yet so I imagine it will be welcomed"
Kurt just shook his head softly from his position "Nein...I don't know her, I vill chust scare her avay"
Kurt said softly. His spade tipped tail droping as he sulked and didn't look up from his face full of table. The small group sighed at this as they wanted to cheer up their friend. Peter stood up however rather Quietly which was unusual from him. He grabbed a hand full of chips shoving them in his mouth and slid down his goggles
"My Time, Has Come"
The Silver haired speedster said with a grin before zipping away. Kurt instantly Pulling his head up as he heard this and having a bad feeling. In a matter of a few seconds Peter had returned holding up a well used sketchbook with a grin on his face, Kurt's golden eyes went wide as he instantly recognized what that was.
"Is Zat..."
Peter smiled as he pulled up his goggles with a grin.
"Yes it is Devil Dude. Now, Let's see what she really likes!"
Peter said as he opened the book. The rest of the group now fully catching on to what Peter was holding in his hand.
"That's so Uncool!" Jubilee protest as she shot up to grab the Sketchbook. Knowing that with any girl there was some things that were written that was never ment to be read! Jean also got up to take the book as Well "Peter stop it!" Scott staying oddly silent in all this as he saw the reactions of the girls (He looked through Jeans journal before-)
This seemed to only to strengthen the Speedsters resolve as he started to flick through the book at lightning speed. Kurt also now on edge as this felt wrong.
"Zis isn't right" Kurt said Quickly as he went to snatch the book.
"She likes you!" Peter announced loudly, It was suddenly like a shift Kurt was suddenly next to Peter looking over his shoulders with wide eyes. He stared back at a well done picture of himself, Sitting around with a wide smile on his face like he'd been laughing, A small poem on the side of the drawing. Kurt's cheeks and tips of his ears started to turn lavender as Peter flicked through the many well done pictures of him and the sweet words that went with them.
Kurt was quiet as he stared at the pictures. Blushing more and more as his tail swayed side to side happily like a puppy. Jubilee stepped in and ripped the book from Peter's hands. "Alright that's enough Creeps! I'm gonna return this to (Y/N) before she-" "Vait! I...I can give it back to her" Kurt said, Being surprised by his own sudden boldest for a moment. There where a few raised eyebrows at this before Peter grinned, Jean also looking Hesitant but Scott just smiled. All of them agreeing to this as Jubilee handed the Blue mutant the book who quickly Bamf'ed away.
However he didn't go to where he had last seen (Y/N) instead he appeared in his bedroom. Holding the sketchbook close to his chest before rushing over to his little desk and grabbing an empty spiral notebook and getting to work.
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dancing in the dark | for fluff
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Summary: Sometimes things just go wrong, even on your birthday - but as long as someone is here to build you up each time you fall, everything will always be perfectly fine.
Pairing : Hoseok x female reader
Genre : Fluff.
Warnings : Kissing lmao - nothing else, really
WC : 1.8k
Member : Rid || @taegularities
A/N : This is for my funny, sweet, caring, beautiful BIRTHDAY BABY @hoebii​ - GIRL, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! This is probably still not the best thing I’ve ever written, but I really wanted you to feel loved by your husband Hoseok :D I wish you the bestest year ever and hope you keep giving us wonderful, creative content as always! SMOOCHES, BABY!! - also, thank you @voiceswithoutlips​ for professionally betain this fic and giving me the title idea, I love YOU, too! (Also, I’m posting this right meow, cuz it’s already her birthday at her place hehe AND I apologize that it’s not night in the banner lmao the pic was just so boyfriend material).
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There was a little, cozy restaurant that you’d always liked.
Hoseok had never understood how you’d find food places in the most uncommon alleyways, hidden behind walls, pathways or buildings. And he also didn’t know why the owners of the restaurants had decided to settle there – but there was no doubt that you knew where to get delicious food in this town and he was always happy to tag along.
That was probably one of the uncountable things he loved so much about you. You were extraordinary, always smart, always countered with logical arguments, the funniest person in the room, never failing to bring a gentle smile to your loved ones’ faces.
Then, you had this strange yet endearing habit of constantly calling yourself a clown; and to this day, he hadn’t found out whether that was a good self-title or not. But he still ruffled your hair every time he heard you say it.
You were tired from college when you came home today. Your professors had almost not accepted your exam because it had taken you thirty seconds longer to finish and you were exhausted – mentally as well as physically.
Plummeting on your couch, you put your arm over your eyes, ready to knock yourself out for the day. You were probably laying there for a few minutes before you heard your boyfriend clear his throat, startling you.
You opened your eyes, ready to give him a piece of your mind before your expression softened, taking in his whole appearance before you broke out into a wide cheesy smile. There he was, nervously fumbling at the petal of a yellow flower that was part of a huge and impressive bouquet he had apparently gotten you. He was dressed neatly, a white shirt that was tucked in his black pants, and his dark and soft hair parted at the side.
“Wow, you look- wow, Hobi,” you said, the smile not leaving your face for a second.
He looked at you affectionately, the love he had stored for you all day threatening to burst out. He came closer as one of his hands cupped your chin, making you look up into his eyes. His body came down to press his lips on yours, passionately kissing you before he pulled away just a little, smiling against your mouth. “Happy birthday, baby.”
You chuckled shyly; but then you realized that he had dressed up to go out, while you were a stinking mess that had walked around town and college the whole day.
“Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be ready to do whatever surprise you’ve planned,” you said, kissing his nose softly, before you turned around.
“What makes you think I’ve planned something?”
“I’ve known you for six years. I think you’re pretty predictable by now, baby.”
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A little less than half an hour later and you were strolling through the city, a beautiful dress embracing your body under your coat that Hoseok could never get used to. It was a cold February night, but having him right by your side, day by day, made your chest feel warm.
Hoseok had made a reservation at your absolute favourite restaurant. You’d noticed that as soon as you had recognized the street, growing more and more excited as you approached your table. There was this one specific pasta meal that you always ate when you came here. You daydreamed about it a lot, randomly bursting into whines, telling Hoseok how much you missed the creamy homemade sauce on your tongue.
And as you went through the menu, despite knowing what you wanted, you called the waiter to order – only for him to tell you that they were out of a few ingredients today and could therefore not serve you what you wanted.
He started listing other options instead, forcing you to pick something that was probably good, too, but nothing compared to your go-to-food. Your smile faltered, the painted mouth turning into a frown as you looked at the table with pressed lips. “No fettuccine.” You sighed sadly as Hoseok looked at you empathetically.
He felt incredibly sorry for you and about the fact that he hadn’t informed himself earlier about the menu. From across the table, he took your hand into his and smiled at you, reassuring you that this was not the end of the world and that you could still have a beautiful evening together. This guy always knew what to say.
As it turned out, it could have been a lot worse - the alternative that they served you was almost just as delicious. You swallowed the food eagerly, pouting at Hoseok as he laughed at the way your hot dinner almost burnt your mouth.
“Baby,” he said at some point when you were silently eating, getting slightly drunk from the glasses of wine you were both sipping on.
You looked up at him, a smile appearing on your gorgeous face. The lipstick had long faded and your cheeks were glowing from the alcohol - and he could only look at you in awe, mesmerized and speechless. “Yeah?”
“I love you. And you look beautiful today,” he declared, sliding a hand across the table again to hold yours.
You teasingly raised an eyebrow, smirking as he understood what you meant even before you said it. He rolled his eyes before saying, “not just today, obviously. I just love this dress so much.”
You giggled, a soft sound that made his heart swell instantly. And when you’d finished eating and walked out into the freezing and refreshing breeze, he was eager to finally wrap his arm around your waist and pull you as close into his chest as he could.
He peppered your face with kisses, making you laugh into the night air like a teenage girl, and when he reached your neck, you crooked your neck at the tickling sensation of his lips against your skin.
And for some while, that was all you did: tumble through the streets, not caring to call a taxi, not yet ready to go home - instead, you walked and walked, the urge to slip out of your heels and hold them in your hand becoming stronger as the world became blurrier.
The journey to your home felt endless today - the streetlights were dim, only a few people walking past you as you entered alleys you had never known. You felt light hearted, laughing as if you’d never been as happy as you were now. That was until you suddenly felt wet drops land on your cheeks.
It had started raining. Great. Cold February rain.
“Seriously?!” you shouted into the sky, not believing that all the things that could go wrong specifically today, were indeed going wrong.
And suddenly, intoxicated and dizzy, you let out a whine as crocodile tears started streaming down your face. Hoseok glanced at you with furrowed eyebrows, looking at you for only two seconds before he broke out in a laugh.
“Oh, baby. There, there,” he cooed, pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead affectionately. He patted your back while you smeared some of the mascara onto his beautiful, poor shirt. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”
He was still snickering and you pulled away. “What’s so funny about that?”
“Nothing, I just-” he started, trying hard to press his lips together and hold back a giggle, “you’re crying over rain, baby.”
“No. It’s not about the rain,” you complained, hiccuping between the sentences which only made it harder for your boyfriend to suppress a smile. “My professor riled me up so much today - then I don’t get my favourite food at my favourite place and now we’re getting soaked and probably sick…”
Hoseok leaned down to you, wiping away the mascara inked tears that were quickly mixing up with the rain. “It’s not that bad, Y/N. Everything worked out in the end. And rain is not that bad. Look.”
He stepped back, your hand in his as he smiled at you, little dimples forming at the corners of his lips. You sniffed, shivering from the cold and trying to anticipate his next move. The only reason you were not frozen to a stick was the warming alcohol in your system.
“Ready?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. He spun you around in a smooth move before he pulled you into his chest, one hand snaking around your waist, while the fingers of the other intertwined with yours. He leaned his forehead against yours as you softly began dancing in the rain.
Somewhere, deep inside your brain, you imagined pleasant piano tunes that matched your moves, accompanied by his low hums that he always provided you with on nights you were unable to fall asleep.
Looking deep into your eyes, he said, “now, is that so bad?”
You noticed that your tears had stopped streaming down your face and made way to the rain that suddenly didn’t feel that terrible anymore. Pressed against Hoseok, you couldn’t quite describe what it was that you were feeling - with him, you never could. The emotions he ignited in you had always felt different, always new and like breathing in fresh, crisp air.
You inhaled as the cool wind reached your mind, mixed with his scent that you were so close to right now. “It could be worse.”
And then you danced for a while as the rain poured down on you, the sky restless and not even thinking of calming down. Your make up was probably ruined, your hair even more so; but you didn’t care. All you cared for was the man in front of you who was leaning down at this very moment, his lips approaching yours before he finally kissed you with every ounce of passion he could bring up.
You melted into the kiss, pressing yourself even more against his chest as he stopped moving. His hands were roaming your back, pushing you further into him, although it seemed impossible. Your mouths moved in a sweet pace, tongues crashing against the other’s.
And as he pulled away, his nose grazing yours, he took a deep breath, panting slightly, before he said, “I love you. My pretty girl. So. So. Much.” He gave you a peck on your neck between every sentence, smiling against your skin as he heard you giggle. “Can’t wait to go home and rip this dress off of you.”
At these words, your body tensed, the familiar feeling of excitement flooding through your body as you tried to hold onto him, the whole world spinning a little in front of your eyes. “I’m surely not going to stop you,” you whispered, wondering if he had even heard you.
He noticed you getting groggy as he put an arm around your waist, laughing into the night before he said, “let’s get you home, then, my birthday baby. Can’t get sick.”
Although the day had finished differently than you had expected, with way more surprises than you had surely anticipated, you felt content with what you had. You knew that as long as he was there, he would always find a way to brighten up your day.
As long as he was here to cheer you up in the worst situation possible, you knew you would, without a doubt, always find your happiness, even on sorrowful days.
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