#even lied to him and didnt say i was looking for this one until i found it

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IM GIVING YOU BASICALLY NOTHING FUCKKKKK YOU

From 1:15:08. Go fuck yourself im built too different

[solarspirit]

How They Comfort You

(luffy, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp)

with the east blue five because i miss pre time skip one piece

edit: over 300 likes?! tysm i didnt think my random thoughts would get so far

Luffy

As goofy and dumb as he usually seems,  Luffy is actually pretty perceptive. 

If he notices you sulking by yourself, he’ll plop right down next to you, holding a big juicy stick of meat to share with you

Food always makes him feel better, so it should make you feel better, right? 

If you want to vent your troubles to him, he’ll nod along with a very serious expression and not understand any of it. At least he’s trying! 

If you cry, he’ll panic for a second before making silly faces to distract you and eventually cheer you up

Overall, he’s not great with what to say, but his presence and (somewhat helpful) attempts to make you feel better are comforting 

Nami

Out of all the Straw Hats, she’s the best person to go to for comfort 

She’ll actually ask you what you want, if you need advice or words of comfort, she’ll give them to you, and if you just want a hug or silence, she’ll do that instead 

Nami’s a hugger, so her go-to is to give you a warm hug anyway.

If you’re on an island, she’ll treat your sadness with retail therapy. Even if you don’t buy anything, trying on different outfits or looking at whatever you’re interested in helps take your mind off things 

If you’re really inconsolable, she’ll offer you something from her treasures she knows you’ve had your eye on. Only as a last case scenario, and she insists it’s a one time thing (it won’t be) 

Sanji 

Obviously, he’s going to cook for you. 

Sweet, savory, salty, whatever your comfort food is, he’ll make it as soon as he notices you’re sad. 

Although he already bends over backward for you anyway, he’ll be even more compliant with anything you ask for to try and make you feel better. 

If you smoke, he’ll  offer you a cigarette and some kind words to tide you over 

If you don’t, he’ll still give you solid advice or comfort to make you feel better. He’s pretty logical and is able to figure out how to solve whatever you’re going through.  

Zoro 

Zoro knows when something is wrong, but doesn’t really know what he’s supposed to do about it. 

If you’re sulking, he’ll sigh and sit with you until you break the silence. If you don’t want to talk and just need someone to be with you, he’s your guy. 

Zoro will give you solid advice if you ask for it, but won’t sugarcoat it. It’ll be blunt and straightforward.

 If you want comforting words for him, you’ll get them, but he’d rather just pat your head and listen to you vent. 

He’s one of those people who doesn’t know what to do when someone cries in front of them, so it’s a little awkward if you start crying. 

If you initiate it, he’ll let you cry into his chest and tell you it’s okay (partially because he doesn’t know what else to say). 

He’s not great at comforting you, but he tries his best

Usopp 

Usopp relies on humor and lies not fully true stories to cheer you up. 

Whenever you’re sad, he’ll come up with a tale of a grand adventure to take your mind off things 

Whatever he’s talking about, it’s so absurd that you find yourself laughing through your tears, or so indignant on proving what he’s saying is false that you forget  your troubles

He won’t let you be sad by yourself either–if he notices you’re sulking, suddenly the ship has a random repair he absolutely needs your help on, he needs your help with canon practice, any excuse to pull you out of your sadness 

If that doesn’t work, he’s always willing to listen to what you have to say and has surprisingly good advice on how to feel better 

[meansevika]

okay so very long thinkpiece about meljay and jayce' treatment of mel / the writers treatment of mel and how i think that all things considered she hasnt really won as much as we think she did

the thing about this that makes me so mad or rather sad (both, actually) is that we learn in season 1 how mel was brought up, that she didn't get to be soft and kind, that her surroundings were hard and rough just like her mother was, that love isn't a thing she knows like that especially not in relation to vulnerability. now if you think about media in general there is a pattern we know. the black woman is always the strong woman, the independent woman, the woman who doesnt get to be vulnerable bc of the first two points. so here comes this man she's trying to use not just for her own endeavors but for the good of piltover, clearly having a different mindset than her mother, and he cracks her open just like that. he's vulnerable with her and he lets her be vulnerable with him and it allows this woman this kind of vulnerability that she was never allowed to feel. she feels and she loves and there is someone who holds her and looks out for her when things go bad. he is his first thought after the bombing and hes so loving and endearing unlike her mother who is concerned, of course, but straight back to business too. and oh what a lovely thing that was to watch as a black woman who to this day still doesn't get to see this as often as we really should

so mel gets to experience something she hasnt before and you can tell it means something to her because when she gets back in act 3 the first reaction to him is an excited, hopeful one.

this is the man she cares deeply for and it is also the man who shes comforted before many times. something she needs in those very confusing times too. something she might be looking out for. something she might hope to get herself. some comforting after what shes been through for months. someone to share what is going on with her and how confusing it is to find out all those lies and secrets about herself.

until she notices how changed he is, how different he looks, so instantly she is worried. of course! who wouldnt be! she very likely didnt even know he was missing since its the first time we see her back in the city so she must've assumed he has been here and well for the whole time being (does she even know how long its been?) but it isnt fine as we know. she puts herself second! immediately! (and rewatching that scene now it actually makes me mad how she does that. and how anyone can question any of her feelings for him when shes immediately all jayce. or how in general people think shes only interested in her own goals) she asks this man who has shown her to be vulnerable around him and it BEING FINE, what happened, shes opening herself up to him, again, over and over, and he not only tells her it doesnt matter (what happened to him) but TURNS HIS BACK ON HER. he is literally shutting her off. he is saying with his body she does not get to do that. and for someone who has grown up like this, with a mother cutting off any kind of displays of weakness, this must be a familiar feeling, something that goes off like a bell

but she still tries! she still tries! she sees something is wrong but she tries to get comfort anyway, because this is jayce, right, this is the man she cares for deeply, the man who has opened this door for her and the door she's let herself through, the man who has always had compassion for her. of course she tries again. why wouldn't she? so she starts that something has happened to her but he doesn't even let her tell him what happened (actually it makes me so mad seeing this again and how crazy hostile he is towards her, its like im looking at the mel hating part of arcanetwt and him repeating beat for beat what theyve been saying for years) he doesnt give her room to speak, just takes it for himself, prioritizing himself and his own feelings. and, yes, figuring out the bombing thing and wanting to talk about it is valid and i think in general this could've been a great angsty way to deal with this topic IF they would've had the opportunity to talk this out properly but what happens instead is that the man that makes mel feel safe starts INTERROGATING her like she is a criminal that should be held for trial FOR SAVING HIM something she doesnt even undestand herself. and suddenly she is in a whole different position and i think by now she knows that this kind of compassion and understanding and room for vulnerability isn't part of their conversation anymore

she loses her composure and that of course isnt a first because she has started to be less put together around him, allowing her more room to "sway" but this kind of destruction is a different one because she feels at trial, feels cornered, feels like she has to explain herself but - and thats what is important - isnt heard. and i think that is something she knows very well, something shes grown up with, trying to explain herself and not being heard.

all of that happens while he is, mind you, still holding onto that hammer. something she surely notices too. the man who's usually quick to let down his defences around her, who isnt councilor talis or mister talis but just jayce around her, is holding onto that hammer like shes a threat. so he tells her he thinks shes lying and she asks him why he would think she'd do that, obviously, because her understanding of their relationship and their trust is a different one than his or at least this jayce that has come back from the arcane, because clearly this kind of understanding comes from somewhere and it comes from the times they've spent together alone throughout season 1 and a little in the beginning of season 2.

he throws at her that shes been using him, something that surprises her, because clearly she doesnt know what has happened, but she tries to explain anyway, because she doesnt know what has happened at least not in full (as you can tell by her reaction to viktor appearing, sensing the hostile mood between both, but also the way she reacts when viktor mentions the noxians intentions), and you can see that these thoughts of his are a result of months in the arcane alone with them and imagining conversations over conversations (although for me its still hard to understand how he grew that hostile towards her this quickly as if she were responsible for everything that happened but those are thoughts for a different post). he crashes out during that conversation, his face is warped with hatred and that is. all. for. her. to. see. and then BOOM goes the hammer off. mid conversation. a conversation that should feel safe with a man she should feel safe with but none of that is there. there is no space for her. (and yes i know hes aiming at viktors puppet but that isnt somethng mel is aware in that moment)

it all leads up to a fight and eventually they walk together and he apologizes, although very distantly and without much explanation, and despite it all, despite having good reasons to shut off and not share what she's feeling, she does. she talks to him about what is on her mind and they have a short, bittersweet exchange but it's just nowhere to what they've established in the first season. as a shipper of course that is super frustrating, but as a mel fan it's just sad to see that the person she felt safe enough to seek comfort in is just so closed off. but not only that, it's obvious they're parting ways and it's very obvious this is coming from his side and i think that is also why she so wilingly accepts it. she doesn't fight much back throughout their whole fight earlier either, she tries to explain herself, but doesnt demand that room for herself even though in this relationship she should be able to take just as much room for herself and her feelings as he does, but she doesn't. she just lets it happen and i understand it bc you have this man you trust and probably love and his first reaction to you is hostile when hostile has never been a response to her. he made a complete u-turn and of course that's off putting, maybe even scary, of course it shuts her down, makes someone who's so good with words and fighting just try to cause as little damage as possible because that is how she's grown up, isn't it?

and that is why i am sad about this. she learned that love doesnt have to look like her mothers and that being vulnerable isnt a weakness and its his doing but here she is met by this kind of hostility she only knows from noxus and it hurts even more that it COMES FROM HIM and over something as SAVING HIS LIFE when its clearly was an act out of love and not investment bc if i'd would've been just that than she would've saved viktor as well? but it wasnt about that. it was her subconscious making a decision and it was something her mother would describe as an act of weakness (theres a reason she gets renni to attack him bc she sees how fond mel of him is maybe even because shes been fond of a man herself once and she knows what itll do) and i think the worst part about it is that she doesnt ever get to truly articulate this or anything else and now that jayce is gone (dead? in a stone? who knows?) she won't get to ever probably. she won't get to say what she thinks and explain herself truly and she won't have anyone to confide in, to be comforted by or comfort. elora is dead, kino wasn't real and the real one is actually dead too, jayce is well whatever he is, and her mother died in her arms. yes, mel is a mage and that is fucking awesome and i was so happy to see her go off and get so many spotlights in battle, but shes also so fucking tragic actually. because here she is with a fuck ton of weight on her shoulders, the noxian army looking up to her, the whole name, not knowing who her father is or what any of her powers mean, the whole black rose thing, everything unresolved between her and jayce, the death of the people she loves, and shes all alone with it. shes all alone with it and she gets no one. man im just fucking sad that this woman got a glimpse of what it could be like to be loved and have someone to "come home to" just for her to have literally no one left like why do you hate black women so much why cant they get a fucking good ending and why cant they be fucking loved even when things get hard

also im lowkey mad that jayce got to find comfort in her lap so many times and not once did she get that in return, not even a squeeze of her shoulder, but dont let me get started on that....

[aciddrattboyy]

monster mash

scare!actor bachira appeared in a vision and i had to let it be known or after being stood up on a date, one scare actor meguru spots you and decides to try to fill the spot

bachira x f!reader 🕸 fluff 🕸 wc: 1.7k cw: nothing i dont think, nothing is too descriptive i think i literally use the word gore once, nvm i lied one mention of blood (its fake) a/n: this is me lil story for the poll i made but it prob wont be my only halloween fic cuz i love halloween

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the cold fall breeze did nothing to help your already trembling body. as soon as you stepped out of your house you regretted wearing the tight black dress your date picked out for you. and when you got a message from said date saying he wasnt going anymore when you were already half way to the festival, you regretted it even more. 

you thought about turning back, going home and calling your friends. maybe try to see if there were any parties you all could go to. you wouldve felt bad asking your friends to buy tickets last minute. but you spent a good amount on your ticket and you weren’t about to waste it. 

here you were now, standing in line for a haunted house all by your lonesome. were you a huge fan of haunted houses? no not exactly. but were you about to get every pennys worth of what you paid for? yes of course. you kind of felt stupid about it, feeling a bit stubborn doing this all out of spite. but you weren’t exactly made of money and you had been excited to come here. so you’d persevere. 

meguru strolled out of the ‘crew only’ door, hands in the pockets oh his sweatpants while goosebumps trailed up his arms up until well his t-shirt sleeves ended. observing the ridiculously long line, he silently prayed for his coworkers and hoped their night went… decent.

rummaging through his pockets, meguru grabbed for his earbuds. but he stopped in his tracks when he saw you. arms crossed tightly over your chest as you fidgeted with the hem of your short dress. a smile twitched on the corner of his mouth as he smoothly changed his course, abandoning his walk towards the employee parking lot and making a bee line towards you. he seamlessly slid under the velvet rope, grinning as he stood behind you. 

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here by yourself?” 

your eye twitched, twisting around and fully prepared to tell the creep off. but your words faltered when you actually saw megurus face. his smile didnt seem to match what sounded like cat calling. so you relaxed a bit, hoping that continuing this conversation wouldnt end badly.

“being stood up on a date,” you watched as his eyes widened, his smile faltering for just a moment. 

“no shit really?” he barked out a laugh out of surprised. his eyes scanned over you, watching in amusement as you bounced on the balls of your shoes. “damn that sucks.” you scoffed, nodding your head with a less than enthused smile. 

“thanks,” 

“but-” meguru said quickly, taking a step forward when he saw you begin to turn away. “uh if you want i can help you through it, i know the place well,” he said, gesturing to the haunted house youve been waiting to get into for what felt like eons. your eyebrow cocked as you faced him fully, being amused by his attempt to salvage the conversation. 

“are you some kind of adrenaline junkie?” you asked lightly, wondering just how many times he’d gone through it. little did you know it was more than you couldve ever guessed. 

“yes- but im one of the actors here so it would be pretty inconvenient if i didnt know my way around- whats your name? im meguru,” meguru didnt usually tell people about his job. not finding it important enough to talk about most times. was the job fun? most of the time. but it was just an exciting side gig while he made his way through college. but seeing the way your eyes lit up at his words, he felt good about it. 

“you dont look… scary,” you teased, studying megurus features as you moved up the line with him in tow. if you were given a line up of people to guess who were scare actors you probably would’ve picked him last upon first glance. “and its y/n” you added on with a bubbly grin. 

“well yeah i dont have an ax through my chest right now,” he shrugged his shoulders, eyes never leaving yours with a goofy smile on his face. you laughed, a sweet smile settling on your face. you felt like your night was starting to look up just a bit. “but nice to meet you y/n,”

the two of you talked a lot about nothing going through the line. it was surprisingly easy to just chat with him and you hadnt even noticed you were moving with the line until you were basically at the entrance. you looked at meguru with wide eyes when an ear piercing scream could be heard of from inside. 

“dont worry pretty girl i’ll protect you,” he said with a wink, mirroring the smile on your face. as you guys moved towards the entrance, your heart was too busy beating in your ears for you to notice or hear meguru talking to one of his coworkers that were monitoring the line. you were only brought back to reality when meguru linked his arm with yours, rolling his neck. 

meguru usually didnt actually walk through the haunted houses he worked at. the thought of seeing a coworker in the makeup he’s seen been put on them before would probably ruin the mood. but now that he had you, clingly to his side oh so adorably, he was starting to think maybe it would be fun. 

as soon as you walked in you were immediately veiled in eery, cold darkness. adrenaline pumped through your veins as you tried to adjust your vision. you swerved your head, trying to look out for any possible jumpscares. meguru watched as you grew a bit frantic, not wanting to say too much and spoil the fun. there was a faint smile on his lips when he saw you notice the well lit door down the hall. 

while you were relieved, and started making your way to the door, meguru knew that it wasnt the exit. he knew someone was behind that door, patiently waiting for someone like you to open it to jump out and scream. he found your interest in the door amusing considering he was there just a couple hours ago. 

“you might not wanna open that door,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear. he felt bad for ruining the illusion, but you already looked like you were on the brink of collapse and the last thing he wanted was for you to faint. 

you shivered, his warm breath grazing your skin a stark contrast to the cold room you were in. holding on to his arm with both hands now, you let him lead the way, suddenly realizing you were not a fan of haunted houses. 

you got through the majority of the house with almost no incidents. having put your faith into meguru, you screwed your eyes shut. only getting scared by the ambience or someone else’s screams. 

meguru glanced down at you plenty of times as he walked you through. you just looked so cute leaning your head on his with your eyes closed. you had put all your trust in him to get you through and he was going to honor that. 

what meguru didnt know then, was that a bunch of the crew members had been plotting as the two of you walked through, staking out the exit for an impromptu jumpscare. they normally wouldnt do this, they have a job to do after all. but you guys were the last of your grouping so they would have to wait for you to leave before letting more people in anyway. it was sort of a gift to meguru, giving him a scare in a haunted house.

“we’re almost there,” meguru muttered close to your head, his smile growing as he made his way to the exit. your eyes had opened just a bit, relief washing through your body when you could clearly see outside of the haunted house. with a little pep in your step, you sped walked for the exit. 

but that was cut short when a body fell from the roof, almost landing on top of you but staying suspended in the air. you yelped, stumbling backwards into megurus chest. unfortunately for you, he was of no help. his eyes furrowed, his own heart rate starting to pick up. but just as he was about to make sense of it all, two actors jumped in front of you. the special effects were gorey and you thought you were going to vomit. with wide eyes you turned to meguru who was now laughing nervously. 

another body fell, this time hitting the ground with a thud right behind you. you both spun around towards the sound and you could feel a scream bubbling in your throat when you saw a dark liquid seep out from under it. 

under normal circumstances, meguru would laugh that stunt off, knowing exactly how it was done and having pulled it off himself. but having already been caught off guard, it did nothing to calm him down. 

quickly grabbing your wrist, he pulled you through the hallway, blood pumping through his veins as all of the sound effects and screams followed them out. your eyes were tightly shut, not daring to open until you knew you were out of there. 

the oh so slightly warmer autumn air hit you like a truck when you finally got out. your eyes were almost bugging out of your head as you looked at meguru who had the exact same expression. the both of you were breathing heavily, standing there in stunned silence.

“you said you knew-”

“i know i did-”

“so how-,” you took in megurus disheveled state, his genuine look of shock in his face made you giggle. with the adrenaline still flowing through you, you both became a laughing mess, rethinking that just happened in the past 3 minutes. and when you looked into his eyes once more, you werent able to stop yourself from pulling him into a kiss. meguru was quick to reciprocate, holding wrapping his arms around you as your soft lips pressed into his. 

the kiss only lasted mere seconds before you both stepped back in shock. you felt your face start to heat up as his smile only grew wider. 

“woah at least treat me to a caramel apple first,” you laughed softly and meguru could have sworn he felt his heart do a backflip into a split when he looked at you. you took your hand in his, squeezing it once before dragging him deeper into the festival. “i lied actually im more of a funnel cake typa guy,”

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very much appreciated <3

[impactedfates]

hello! jing yuan meeting his kid he had from a previous relationship?

so jing yuan had a previous lover, he didnt visit her until he learned that she was in a bad situation/ struggling with poverty

so he goes to visit and sees a kid that looked like him that he never knew of, they were neglected by their mother while he was gone all these years

reader is the kid, thankss

★ A/N: I decided to mash these 2 into one as I feel like the reader would've gotten trust issues if their mother neglected them, not to mention what if the mother lied to their kid painting JY (their father) as a bad guy :0 Anyways, I hope the anons don't mind I merged the requests into one

☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial + Hurt/Comfort?

★ Format: Bullet Pointed Scenarios

☆ Warnings: Readers mother is neglectful/a toxic mother (+ alcoholic)

★ Extra: Reader is young (11-12) // Jing Yuan trying his best to heal whatever his ex partner did // Also 2 posts in one day haha, had a bunch of free time during the storm

I feel like for Jing Yuan to not visit his past lover nor have her contacts, she'd have to already be a bad partner. What I mean is, Jing Yuan seems like the type to even after a break up, not want it to affect his relationship with the other person UNLESS said other person was toxic. If that makes sense???

But anyways, I don't know if that mattered. Let's assume that a friend of said ex partner went to Jing Yuan for help. Explaining her situation in hopes Jing Yuan would be willing to help.

He is, much to the delight of the friend. However he underestimated just how bad the situation is, as when he went to check. The house is in shambles.

Dirty dishes building up in the sink, trash on the ground it's hard to move around in, there's a kid and aeons it smells like such dog sh-

Wait a kid!?

Jing Yuan stares at you, you stare at him. It's just...silence. Despite everything and how long it may be. He knows that you're his kid. And after getting over the initial shock. He gently calls you over, but you refuse. Shaking your head and even creating a bigger distance.

He lets out a small sigh, unsure on what to do but just decides to look for your mother again. Telling you to please stay put, and once he does find the mother. Passed out on the couch with alcohol bottles around, he gets an even better view on what you seem to have went through.

Things have been dealt with, the mother is gone and in jail for child negligence which leaves you with your biological father who is more than happy to look after you.

At the same time though, your mother had both neglected your needs. Giving just the bare minimum to keep you alive and had fed you lies. The man in front of you may be your father but you can't help but believe the harsh words your mother told you.

But to your surprise, he's nothing like how she described. He's...gentle...patient...and never raises his voice at you. Even when you make a mistake and start tearing up ready to apologise, he's already brushing it off. Saying it's fine, not to worry.

Jing Yuan isn't bothered by your behaviour at all. He understands and knows. He takes a few days off work, to just ensure you're all better. You get new clothes, a big meal prepared for you and a new room. It's such a...new feeling.

Jing Yuan doesn't force you to do anything, doesn't force you to hug him or be near him. All he asks is that you stay safe in the house. He doesn't outright ask for you to trust him just because he's your father, he gains your trust. No matter how long it'll take for you to be comfortable around him.

Even when he needs to go back to work, he asks you if you're more comfortable to come with him to work and he can set up a place where you can relax and do whatever you wish. Or if you'd rather be at home. If you choose to just stay at home, he'll order some guards to ensure your safety and if Yanqing has gained your trust in this time. He'll ask the young boy to be your babysitter even if your age difference isn't that large.

Overall, Jing Yuan is definitely surprised to find out he has a child but that surprise turns into unhappiness when he finds out how you've been treated. He ensures your mother gets put in jail for her negligence then takes you in. He doesn't force you at all to trust him, he slowly earns it and whether or not you do end up trusting him eventually. He doesn't mind either outcome.

Because in the end, he doesn't care if you actually trust him or not. What he cares about is if you're healthy and happy. That's his main priority at this moment and time.

If/When you are finally ready, he's there with open arms. Happy to have you see him as a father figure and happy he can heal whatever damage his ex partner ever did to you.

He's happy because you're happy.

I started basing this slightly off a book I read for school as I thought it fitted haha. I'm unsure what to think of this but hopefully it's okay...

[skatingbi]

So hear me out on my headcanon guys:

Sanji with heterochromia (i cant spell that fuckin word man..) where one eye is blue and another is brown. He always hides the blue eye.

The first one to notice is Zoro, who is immediantly like "holy shit youre eyes are pretty" and sanji is like "what the FUCK"

Actually fuck it im gonna write about this nobody can stop me.

Sometimes, on lonley nights in the gallery, when Sanji is busy prepping, he looks in the reflection of his knife. Underneath the frizzy mess of a fringe that is part of his hair reveals the blue eye he struggles looking at. He stares, scrutinizing that light blue in the gleam of his knife gripped tightly in his hand. He looks away to force his attention back on prep work. His hands are always slightly unsteady after those moments. He always ends up with a cut on his hand one way or another on those nights.

When Sanji was a kid, his brothers would use his heterochromia as a weapon against him. He was the freak with two colored eyes. They would say his blue eye was creepy, too. Not only was he weak but also too different to be called their brother.

When you're a kid, you take these insults to heart. Eventually, when you're barely into adulthood, they'll still plague you. They become a part of you, just like how Zeff's teachings became a part of Sanji.

Judge looked at his eyes with disgust masked by indifference. It was another reason for Sanji to assume why he was the failure. The outcast. The runt of the litter.

His mother had blue eyes. She always claimed Sanji got his blue eye from her because her father had heterochromia, too. That was the only time little Sanji felt normal. When she died, Sanji started to grow out his hair to hide the only thing he had left of her: her eyes.

Now, Sanji still hides her eyes from view. Realistically, Sanji is fully aware that none of the crew would give a rats ass what he looked like. Regardless, old habits die hard. He feels safe under the mask he made for himself. As he goes about preparing lunch, perhaps grilled sea king again with how luffy is always eager to fight those things, he lets his mind wander to his eyes more. While hands expertly move through his knife like an extension of his body, he thinks about the mess of blond hair that's always in the way. He'd never admit it out loud, but his hair actually bothers him. Since it started growing out, it gets everywhere; his mouth, in his eyes, and tangled in the buttons of his shirt. Is sanji happy with his longer hair? Absolutely. It's a nusiance to leave it down constantly, though.

As he's thinking this, he's blowing the fringe of hair covering his face out of the way every so often so it stops tickling his nose. He continues to evenly slice through a portion of sea king meat until somebody, Nami he realizes immediantly, speaks up.

"Do you need a hair tie, sanji?" Nami asks sweetly. Her smile is radiant, as always, while she looks up from the map shes been studying. Sanji didnt even realize Nami came in and made the kitchen table into a study until now, but he doesnt dwell on it. Nami is welcome in his kitchen, after all.

"Oh no, thank you, Nami-swan! I think I just need a haircut soon," Sanji lies as he's moving through the kitchen. He gives Nami a quick smile before turning back to the meat on the cutting board and avoids Nami's gaze under the disguise of being busy. His lie wasn't as believable as he wanted it to be, especially when he's stumbling over his words while he is usually eloquent with them towards Nami and Robin.

"But until then, you should take one! I probably have hundreds lying around my room anyways," She says. It's a peace offering designed to be in Sanji's language of communication. It secretly says he's getting that hairtie whether he wants it or not, and Sanji is weak enough to accept the offering. He takes the hair tie with a grateful smile, wrapping it around his wrist and going back to his current task. Nami and Sanji work in comfortable silence after that, but the hair tie weighs on his wrist like a weighted bracelet.

A few days pass by. Through every single one, he stares at the hair tie in the morning. He really should tie his hair back. It reaches his shoulders for gods sake, and it keeps getting in his mouth - but that small part of him that clings onto grief like its all that he knows refuses to. He doesn't think he can bring himself to share the only part of himself that he truly loves deep down. What if the crew really thinks it's weird? What if his brothers are right?

These what if's roam in the back of his mind. They lurk just beneath the surface like an unknown predator hidden in murky water. He ignores it along with the anxiety that crawls up his throat every time he looks at his wrist.

Then, a week passes by. Now he's in his kitchen making a simple breakfast for his nakama. Franky, in particular, will enjoy this since his tastes lie within American style food most of the time. He focuses on seasoning the eggs, some of them cooked differently to cater to everyone's tastes. While he goes through the familiar and therapeutic motions of cooking, the door opens to reveal an annoying head of mossy hair and the steady noise of three swords bumping each other at the hip.

" Oi, go to sleep in your own bunk. I dont need you stinkin' up my kitchen while im trying to work." He utters without looking up from the stove.

"Why can't I just sleep here shit cook?" Zoro grunts. Sanji hears him shuffle around on the gallery's couch behind him. He's probably lying down, or maybe he'll sleep sitting up again, or maybe he'll watch Sanji cook. That's the most irritating one, which usually ends up with them fighting out on the deck one way or another.

"Because youre fuckin' annoying, get out."

"The hell I am, I'm taking a nap here."

"Oh my - You know what?" Sanji whips around to glare at Zoro, making sure the knife he was using is now in his hand to point at the source of his ire, "Fine, but if I hear a single snore out of you I'm kicking you into the ocean!" He threatens and turns around to finish up with breakfast. By now, all he has left is pancakes. The batter was prepped earlier, so now it's just focusing on pouring evenly. It's task that's menial but still important to him regardless.

His hair is covering his face too much. He tries to shake his head to flip it to the side. It falls back to where it was before he can pick the bowl of batter back up. He brushes it over his shoulder, and it simply flows back over it. He blows his hair out of the way, a classic move, but not even that works and he's slamming the bowl down on the counter before he can even stop himself and walks away from his work to grab the hairtie from around his wrist. In a few fluid motions, he ties his hair back haphazardly into a poor attempt at a low bun, but it's out of his face, and now he can focus.

He's too deep in concentration to even remember that he has heterochromia in the first place. Cooking lowers his guard unlike anything else in the world. The gallery acts like a safe space and cooking is his comfort. He still forgets, too, while calling for Zoro to get his lazy ass up to help since he's decided to loiter in his kitchen.

"Hey moss, if you're gonna laze around my kitchen, set the table for me." His request demand is met with a middle finger, which Sanji gladly returns as he walks over to the couch to kick Zoro on the stomach. The half asleep annoyance is now suddenly alert and glares at Sanji for a moment before it's quickly replaced with a look Sanji has yet to add to his mental notes he likes to call "Marimo Dictionary". Zoro's eyebrows are slightly raised, and his eyes glitter with something Sanji rarely sees. He's never been able to place a name on that look. Now he's confused. "What? Dont give me that youre tired crap youre not fuckin 10." He says.

Zoro is still looking at him, though, and now Sanji looks back with confusion because what the fuck is he-

Oh. His eyes.

Shit.

Sanji rips the hairtie out of his hair at light speed, probably pulling a few strands out by accident in the process but he could honestly care less when theres something more important. Like whatever the fuck just happened.

Before he can turn away and go set the table himself to distance himself from the marimo, Zoro's hand moves suddenly to grab his wrist, stopping him from running away.

"Wait, wait, hold on," Zoro pleads. And what the fuck. Zoro has never said anything like that and its fucking with Sanji's head because what the fuck. "You...uh." He continues in his signature graceless way. "Your eyes..." He pauses after that, sitting up and looking at Sanji, but not just looking, he's looking.

"Marimo," Sanji's own voice is riddled with anxiety with how shaky it is now. "Let me go dumbass," He demands but it could have been mistaken for him begging with how much he's struggling to keep himself together.

He's anticipating the worst. He knows what he's expecting. Sanji has experienced it countless times before, and he's aware he will again right now while a pancake is probably burning on the pan for all he knows.

It doesnt.

Zoro is looking at him still, maintaining eye contact but also darting between both eyes. He's looking at him like those golden eyes are looking into his soul and its too much.

It's too much because Zoro's response is uncharacteristically soft in so many ways. Zoro speaks to him like he's speaking with reverence, "Your eyes are beautiful."

Sanji shatters on the gallery floor there. His soul is bare for Zoro to see suddenly and that terrifies Sanji. Nobody has ever told him he's beautiful. Especially his eyes. He yanks his wrist from Zoro's grasp and speed walks to the stove to turn it off and remove the burnt pancake from the pan. He doesnt respond. He cant, not when his heart flutters when it should have been anchored down by rejection.

Then, Sanji walks up to Zoro, grabs onto both his shoulders, pushes him out the gallery door with surprisingly little resistance, and slams it shut. He leans against the door, sliding down until he's sitting on the floor with his head tucked between his knees. His face is burning and his face is probably red like a tomato right now. He stares at the ground with wide eyes and a weirdly giddy feeling in his chest and stomach nearly akin to happiness but also dangerously close to feeling freaked the hell out.

"What the fuck."

[daistea]

Hey sweetpea! You are the absolute queen of Mithrun content!

Can you please write a mithrun x femreader where they are in a relationship and attending a boring ball at the palace, but something goes wrong and the situation becomes dangerous. So Mithrun with his hand on her waist, teleports reader to safety without notice, but he doesnt join her (so like he is just sending her off to safety while staying himself) and reader is just there at the safeplace walking in a circle and getting super frustrated at him because she cant know if he is safe or hurt

And when he comes to get her he is like "i didnt want you to get hurt" like it was nothing

And so like fluffy scolding ❤️❤️

haiii! <3 I kept it short and sweet !

Word count: 2,600-ish

Mithrun x FemReader

It was one thing to wonder, another to experience. Countless novels depicted balls and galas within the Northern Continent’s Elven court as glamorous. You recalled one book you read where the young protagonist danced with her enemy, and they touched hands, and ripping their eyes from each other quickly became impossible. You imagined gentle hands on backs, whispers as you danced in more ways than one, and good food. The good food was possibly the most intriguing part of every depiction. 

 Yet, you no longer had to wonder. You had experienced an Elven ball, and the food was not good. 

 “I don’t know what else I expected,” you lied, because you certainly knew what else you expected. In fact, you had an entire list of expectations. That list was slowly dwindling as each moment beneath the chandeliers passed. 

 The candles attached to the chandeliers were not lit with simple fire, but rather magic maintained by the palace servants. As a result, mana lingered in the already stuffy ballroom like an invisible gas. The magic nipped at your arms as if trying to get your attention, to remind you of the sheer power of the Elven court mages. The crowd’s mostly white dresses and tunics reminded you of sea foam. The floors, a shined and tan marble, were the sands the foam stretched across. And it was just as loud, though the sound of laughter and gossip was far less calming than water. 

 Mithrun didn’t even bother asking for an explanation of your words. He knew all too well that you had expectations, since you’d extrapolated each and every one before arriving. Another thing he didn’t bother to do was warn you. 

 “I warned you,” he said. 

 You held a half-eaten cracker between your thumb and index finger. It tasted like mustard and a sad attempt at spice. You were mainly looking for a place to subtly throw it away when Mithrun responded. 

 “You’re a lying liar who lies,” you told him. You had half a mind to give him the task of throwing away the cracker— though he’d most likely just toss it in the corner and cause a mess for an innocent servant to clean up. 

 Mithrun gave you a slow, flat look, “I did, though. You were saying that the food must be good since it’s made by the palace chef. I told you ‘remember the nut cake’ and you insisted that there would be no nut cake at the party.”

 Right. Nut cake was for Elven commoners and hospitality, not elegant galas. Yet, just ten feet away was a table with precisely three nut cakes on fancy stands.

 “That was not a warning,” you informed him. 

 “Then what was it?”

 “A reminder.”

 “A reminder,” he echoed and he glanced at the crowd swaying in the middle of the ballroom. It was an intricate knot. Couples were like strands of yarn weaving between each other until everything would eventually become too tight. Mithrun then looked back at you. Despite the light overhead casting a shine on his hair— freshly brushed, your own handiwork— his eyes still reflected nothing. 

 You returned the look, “What?”

 “Just throw it in the corner,” he shrugged, then continued, “the cracker.”

 “I might try it again, just to see if it’s still bad,” you sniffed. 

 “It’ll still be bad.”

 You chose to ignore him, “Maybe I’ll try that honey candy in the shape of a squirrel over there. You can’t mess up honey, can you? Not even the Elves can mess up a honey flavor.”

 They could, actually. Somehow. You were lying to yourself again. 

 “Or, you could dance,” Mithrun murmured. You looked back at him to find that he’d shifted closer, his head tilted in your direction so you’d be the sole recipient of his voice. Locks of silver curls fell forward and brushed against his cheek and jawline in the exact spots you most enjoyed touching. 

 “I could dance?” You asked, “I suppose I could, but should I? I might just embarrass myself. And I can barely hear the music. And my clothes are a bit tight. And I still have this cracker.”

 “You’re making excuses.”

 You were. 

 “I simply expected more…” you paused as you tried to locate the correct words. “More excitement. Everybody’s just standing around and talking, or dancing in the stiffest and least romantic ways possible.”

 There was a young couple nearby who wouldn’t dare loosen their shoulders. The woman stared beyond his shoulder while he avoided her eyes. Next to them was a couple of vastly differing ages, and the woman was artfully avoiding the too-personal questions lodged at her like spears. Everyone else you could see danced as if the two-step was a business transaction. 

 Mithrun nodded, though the lack of facial expression betrayed that he didn’t share your woes. “These events are mainly political. The nobility use them to make connections and gather information. Himea only throws these events when she wants to know something specific about someone. Or get something done.”

 While Mithrun didn’t mean to, his explanation implied intrigue and drama. An elegant party thrown simply for information, connections, and espionage. If only the nobility were better at being interesting. 

 “Then why were you and Pattadol invited?” You asked. Pattadol had disappeared around an hour ago after spotting someone who, apparently, invented her favorite printing press font. 

 The question was partly a challenge. You knew why the higher-ups in the Canaries were invited, but how they factored into the pursuit of information and power remained a mystery. If Mithrun cared enough, he could serve Queen Himea well with his powers of observation and deduction. Unfortunately, Mithrun did not care enough. His presence seemed to only be a formality. 

 “It’s a formality,” he said. 

 Right. You set the cracker on a passing waiter’s plate, resisted the urge to wipe your fingers on your nice clothes, and instead settled for the edge of a tablecloth. 

 He cared enough to use his skills of observation on you, though, and shifted closer. His shoulder pressed against yours. “You’re disappointed.”

 “It’s just not very fun,” you murmured. 

 “Then let’s dance. Or you can go make friends and gossip.”

 “I don’t know many of these people,” you looked up at him. His good eye was half lidded, almost, and dark as it flickered across your face in search of something. A stretching, pulling, delightful warmth crawled up from your chest and threatened to enter your throat, but you swallowed it down as you continued, “And we’ve never danced in front of other people, especially a crowd like this. We might look odd.”

 He only stared. A further argument sat on the tip of your tongue, yet Mithrun’s good eye flickered up and over your shoulder. His hand went to your waist, and while he wasn’t looking at you, that one touch was enough to shift your mind in a new direction.

 “I mean, it might actually be sweet, us dancing together here,” you mused. 

 When you and Mithrun danced, it was always in the dim— midnights in the kitchen, when he couldn’t sleep and you stayed awake to keep him company. He always buried his face in your hair and held you close as you both swayed. There didn’t need to be music. As with most things, Mithrun danced with all the enthusiasm reserved for painting a fence. Still, he held you, and he enveloped himself in you, and he always had to be talked into letting go when your yawns became too difficult to ignore. Perhaps it would look odd to the Elven court, but perhaps the Elven court needed something odd. 

 “Alright, let's do it,” you continued. You slid your hand onto his arm, the other moving to rest on his shoulder. Yet, he still wasn’t looking at you. His good eye narrowed at something behind you, and his brows furrowed as the corner of his lips twitched into displeasure. The warmth in your chest instantly cooled. “What is it–”

 A scream as sharp as a knife sliced through the air. The laughter and gossip halted. Surprised, a violinist played a wrong note only seconds before the body hit the ground. 

 Your heart wrenched with sickness. Yet, before you could turn around to see what happened, the pressure of Mithrun’s hand on your waist increased and he slid it to the small of your back, yanking you towards him. A split second view of his expression revealed that he was glaring. Someone screamed. Then, another scream followed the first. It became a chorus, with the guard’s heavy footsteps serving as the bass. Someone important commanded the room, but it went ignored in the blooming chaos. 

 For a fourth of a second, you registered the recalibration of your atoms, and a flicker of anger passed through your mana-filled form. Yet, there was no time to scold Mithrun. He never allowed you any time for scolding. 

 The blink of your eyes was over and dim firelight surrounded you. Gone was the expansive ballroom, the chandeliers, and the crowd. The screams were muffled by layers of wall from where Mithrun had teleported you. 

 “Dammit!” You smacked the wall— whose wall it was, you had no clue. It looked like a random guest room on the other end of the palace. That meant it was far from the ballroom. That meant it was far from the chaos. And far from Mithrun, who was probably neck deep in said chaos by then. 

 You made a line to the intricately carved wooden door and grabbed the handle, then turned. Nothing. You tugged. Nothing. You pushed and turned and cursed all at once, but the lock didn’t dare budge. Did Mithrun mean to send you to a room locked from the outside? If so, it was a bit impressive that he could teleport a whole person that far and that specifically, but you’d figure out whether to praise him or not later. For the moment, no amount of cursing or whining would open the door. 

 With a huff and heavy heart, you looked around the room. While the furniture was neat and expensive, there was no clutter. The closet door was open, and the inside was empty. The bed was so perfectly made, with no wrinkles on the blankets, that you wondered if anyone had ever dared sleep in it. 

 At least Mithrun had sent you to an apparently unused guest room. You could hardly stomach the thought of a panicked noble retreating to his room and finding you there. In the hallway, rushed footsteps passed. Guests rambled and theorized while they tried to find suitable hiding places. No amount of eavesdropping revealed exactly what had happened, though. 

 Worry-tinged nausea began to weigh you down. You dared to sit on the edge of the perfectly made bed, and the mattress lightly creaked beneath your weight. Shadows from oil lamps and mage-lights stretched across the floor through the crack beneath the door. Mithrun was not among them, you knew. He wouldn’t run. He would fight the intruder until the end simply because that was what he did. And as much faith as you had in his abilities, sickness still crawled up your throat and weakened your knees. 

 You paced. You laid on the floor. You bonked your head against the wall. You paced some more. The sounds of passing nobility and servants died down, becoming few and far between. While there was no more distant panic from the ballroom, tension still had its cold fingers wrapped around your neck. 

 Anger that you couldn’t— wouldn’t— deny made its home at the forefront of your mind. Mithrun knew you’d be worried, yet he teleported you away despite that. Mithrun knew you could defend yourself, yet he didn’t trust you to stay by his side. Scripts of the imminent reunion began to play. When he returned, you would tell him how stupid it was to teleport you away. You would inform him of your worry and anger. He would most likely say something frustrating without meaning to. Each and every lecture that you structured ended with the mental-image of your lover responding in possibly the most infuriating manner. Even in fake arguments, he won. 

 Hours of that passed. Hours. You were convinced that it was hours. It was hours. Probably. Hours of waiting, fuming, burning like the fires of—

 The door opened and you instantly shot up from your spot on the bed. You’d laid down at some point, by the eighth hour or so, spread out across the now wrinkled covers and most likely burning a hole into the mattress from your heat. 

 Your heart clenched as you registered the familiar figure in the doorway. Usually, you would’ve run into his arms— knocked him down and laid on the floor as you kissed his face and he simply accepted it. 

 Instead, you glared. Mithrun blinked at the sight, his hand sliding down from the doorknob and landing at his side. He was so…

 Every line of your prepared argument melted away. Your body moved without your consent, and you gracelessly scrambled to get off the bed and storm towards him. Mithrun stepped into the room and shut the door. The lock clicked the very moment that you gripped the front of his tunic, “What the hell were you doing?”

 Mithrun looked down at you with his brows only slightly furrowed, as if he was confused why you were even asking that question. “Fighting the assassin.”

  “Assassin?” You gasped. 

 “It happens every year.”

 “Every year?” You clutched his tunic tighter, “There’s an assassin every year?”

 “Did I not mention that?”

 “You didn’t! You certainly did not mention that!”

 “Oh, sorry.”

 He didn’t seem very sorry. 

 “And you—” your tongue tangled as you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. “You sent me away. You sent me to this room and made me wait for hours—”

 “It’s only been thirty minutes.” Neutral, Mithrun looked up at the clock on the wall. 

 You decided to ignore him. “It felt like hours! Why was there an assassin? What happened?”

 He sighed and closed his eyes, then gently took both of your hands and unlatched your fingers from his clothes. “Someone always gets assassinated at the annual ball. It’s just what happens. The guards cleared the guests out of the room, while Flamela and I searched the area for the attacker. We found him, I kicked him off a balcony—”

 “You kicked a man off a balcony?”

 He opened his eyes and looked at you, “Yes. Anyway, I sent you here to keep you safe. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

 Mithrun gave the explanation with the same tone one would use for a grocery list. Yet, he leaned in slightly, still holding both your hands, watching you as if looking for something only you were able to give. It was no surprise that he wanted to keep you safe. Yet each time he prioritized you and your safety, your heart threatened to jump out of your chest. 

 “Okay,” was all you could manage to say. 

 “You’re mad,” he observed.

 “Somewhat,” you lied. The urge to grab his face and kiss him was screaming in your ears. 

 “But you’re safe,” he reasoned with a little nod as his hands released yours. “So I’m satisfied. I wasn’t willing to risk anything.”

 You knew. And the expectation coloring his expression betrayed his utter lack of sympathy for your concern. You were safe. When Mithrun wanted something, he tended to get it. 

 “We never got to dance,” you grumbled. 

 He sighed, it was almost a groan, but his arms wrapped around your waist nonetheless. You snaked your arms over his neck and pulled him close. Without music, without a crowd, without the lights and glamor and intrigue, you let the rest of the world melt away. 

[hunterofartemis7]

Adopted by the gods AU pt.13

Athena: OH BULLSHIT! Than how the fuck do you explain that!?

Anticlea: HE WAS TAKEN FROM US!

Athena: *roles her eyes* likely story!

Anticlea: *stands up pissed* you really think that I would abandon my new born son!?

Athena: well if the shoe fits!

Hermes: okay! Why not break this up before this gets out of hand?

Athena and Anticlea: SHUT UP!!

Hermes:😶

Athena: the man I saw throw him off the edge was the same white told you he was dead! Not a single of those men even went down to look for him! And you and your husband BARELY reacted to being told your son was dead so yeah, I kinda believe you tried to kill him!!

Anticlea: it was not!! And as you said, all you saw was a dark figure! They were two completely different people! And we barely reacted because we were just told our son was dead!!

Athena: and how would you know that if you didn’t send him to be killed?

Anticlea: I DIDNT TRY TO KILL MY SON BITCH!

Athena: *slaps her across the face*

Hera: ATHENA!

Hermes: *flies in between them* okay time to break it up!

Athena: he is not your son and he never fucking will be! You abandoned him!

Anticlea: even if I wanted to kill him, which I didn’t, why would I leave the necklace on him giving a VERY clear identifier that he’s a prince!?

Athena: if you were faking that he got kidnapped—

Anticlea: is she always like this!?

The gods: yes

Athena: regardless of the lies you’ve told-

Anticlea: I’m not lying!

Athena: ANYWAY; the matter still stands that you didn’t bother looking for him. If he was actually taken why the fuck didn’t you bother looking and just took the word of the first man who told you he was dead?

Anticlea: are you serious!? We DID look for him! Our guards followed his kidnapper out to the falls when they saw him throw our son off! I believed he was dead because they found no body and what infant can survive that!?

Athena: bullshit they barely looked! I’ve seen Herems look for snacks more than your guards look for Odysseus!

Anticlea: oh and if someone told you they saw your son being thrown off a waterfall you wouldn’t believe it!?

Athena: I wouldn’t have stopped looking until a body was found!

Anticlea: bullshit!

Apollo: she actually wouldn’t.

Hermes: yeah, Odysseus hid in my room for like 4 hours and didn’t tell anyone and Thea bout lost it trying to find him. *notices something* and Thea you probably need to stop while your ahead.

Athena: yeah no, I’m not done.

Hermes: sis please-

Athena: *turns back to anticlea* you might have created him but Odysseus is MY son! I don’t care what you say or what you claimed happened that night!

Hermes: Thea-!

Anticlea: I’m not claiming anything! I know what happened!

Athena: and you weren’t there! I was!! I saw him thrown off the falls, I saw not one of your men actually look for him, and I heard the conversation between you and your husband! You can’t change my mind on this!

Hermes: ATHENA!

Athena: WHAT HERMES!?

Hermes: *points to Odysseus who’s standing in the doorway, having heard the last part of the conversation*

Odysseus:……y..you said you didn’t know where I came from..

Athena:..Odysseus..

Odysseus: you said you didn’t know where I came from and that you just “found me”!!

Athena: ody—

Odysseus: YOU LIED TO ME!! *runs off in tears*

Athena: Odysseus!!

Anticlea: tt, some mom you are

Athena: *punches her in the face and runs after Odysseus*

[1byhwng]

6 with felix please!!

prompt 6 : “I’ve been just a friend to you? Do you not love me like I do?”

pairing : bff!felix + fem!reader

(had to add some fluff the angst was killing me)

It was an ordinary saturday with your best friend, Felix, playing games on his xbox. It’s been years since you’ve met him. 18 years to be exact, you met him when you had just moved to Australia from America when you were 5 years old and he was 6. You became inseparable after only a week of being friends. His mom got close with yours so you could see him more often. Even though he only liked you like a friend you fell in love with him, his freckles, his smile, his eyes -god how you loved his beautiful eyes and his li-

”Y/N?” you jump slightly at his voice, just realizing you weren’t even playing the game anymore. “Oh, sorry.” You say getting comfortable again and putting the controller away. The worst part of this it wasn’t the first time it’s happened and you knew exactly why you kept zoning out while you were hanging out with him. You could tell he was starting to get irritated but he didn’t show it. “Seriously ? This is the 6th time today, are you sure you’re okay?”

He puts his controller on the table in front of you before turning to completely face you. “I want to help you but I can’t if you won’t tell me what keeps that pretty mind of yours running around 10,000 miles a second.” He say putting extra sarcasm in his tone. Without responding you lay your head on his shoulder.

Before you could even settle in he pushes you off and crosses his arms. “No cuddles until you drown me in your sorrows.” He purposely makes his voice an octave or 2 higher causing you to laugh.

“It’s not important to know right now.” You say light heartedly once you stop laughing. He smiles before feigning realization “omg..you like me.” Instead of laughing along with him as a joke you sit there shock. He looks at you confused not understanding your reaction in the slightest. The thing is you did like him more than friends but you knew just as good as the next person it would never happen. Even if it did happen he would realize we were better off friends.

“Y/N.. you like me?” He speaks in his regular voice losing the joking demeanor. “It’s not that, felix." you sit up straight putting a reasonable amount of space between you and him.

"so its not that you like me?" he says curiosity evident in his voice. Not knowing how to respond you look at him not speaking but you're sure your eyes tell it all. "you do..." he says as a smile creeps onto his face. instinctively you smile softly too but before you could speak he pulls you into a hug holding you tight? "god..you wouldnt believe how much ive wanted to hear that." he says resting his head in the crook of your neck. As much as you wanted to hug him back you couldnt. Instead, you pushed him away leaving him confused.

"This whole time...you treated me like just another friend, but you liked me?" you stand up, fighting back tears. "I've been just a friend to you? Do you not love me like i do?" he says hurt lacing his words, each one laying heavy on your heart. "No, felix. I do love you..but i dont wanna regret it." you sigh "i didnt want to ruin our friendship."

He looks at you like you just said the dumbest thing ever "do you hear yourself?" he says with very clear sarcasm "If i cared so much about that, why would i be overjoyed that i figured out you liked me? maybe i shouldve been more clear.." he clears his throat before speaking again "I.am..in..Love..with..You...Y/N...L/N" he says slowing down each word as if you didnt speak english. You couldnt help but smile at him "i am in love with you too, Lee felix." you chuckle before hugging him and suddenly tears stream down your face. "i thought you were gonna hate me." you say laughing through your tears. "well i went to "Hate Y/N" island and no one was there-" you playfully hit him in the chest to stop him from finishing the joke.

"in all seriousness, no one could ever make me hate you."

[leilanising]

Okay, I just finished watching Transformers One, and this is my take on it. so buckle in, cause this is gonna get deep

Warning for spoilers. Seriously, if you have not watched. Do not read

First things first. The movie is GREAT! I'm loving the animation style and lore, take that bayverse! This is definitely gonna give new fans a fantastic idea of transformers at its finest. I'm so excited for the new generation of transformers fans that are gonna be raised on this

Me and @fusciaguardian had actually been talking about how a new transformers movie should turnout, before the trailers had even come out. It's the funniest thing, cause we had both agreed that it should go back before the war, and take lots of notes from Transformers Prime. And look at this! A dude from the prime team literally designed the thing, and it was staged before the war!!

Gotta say, I rlly love the lore and history for cybertron. it makes sense, and it goes in a understandable line. It includes all the important aspects of the Transformers universe, like the quintissons, the evil system that lead to Megatron's motivation, and sentinel prime being a jerk XD

But like seriously, stop making main female characters pink. Idk, MAKE THEM RED, MAKE THEM MULTICOLORED. Like seriously, both Arcee and Elita-1 are main female leads and are still pink. Why has nobody fixed this? TFP was onto something, Arcee looked great blue! And Beast wars the movie made Arcee red! Those are great color choices!

I guess this is prolly where we go into everything that went wrong with the movie.

Like serious, everything was great until Orion Pax decided to suddenly be the 'better person' and stop D-16 from taking out the jerk that literally abused and hurt an entire planet of people! Like, if megayron didn't do it, then I'm sure the 100 million other cybertronians who just realized their entire life was a lie would like to step. LIKE SERIOUSLY ORION. YOU REALLY MESSED UP

and the whole 'leadership' thing at the beginning. Like seriously pax, just cause D-16 wasn't following your orders and going along with your plan (like why even would he? He has literally been the brunt of everything that you messed up. Like that time you stepped out of line, he took the punch for you) and because 'oh no' dark music was playing, didn't mean D-16 was doing anything wrong. He had literally just had his life turned upside down. He was gonna step up, and do something about it. What did you think Pax? That you were gonna be the leader? Well sorry, but the world doesn't always revolve around the white boys.

I just really hated that part. They didn't have to make it like that. Like oh noes, foreshadowing NAH. NAH BRO. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG HAPPENING HERE.

Orion just really messed up. Everything after that point just went to disaster and rubbish. Like, at the end, nobody saw what D-16 did. Nobody knew how he stepped up for his people. How he lead, what he did. And Pax is never gonna tell him. Pax knows what D-16 went through. He knew his best friend was hurting, and he turned on him. And you know what he did afterward? He basically became the next Sentinel Prime. He kept the system that was hurting people in place, and kept information from the public. He didn't tell then what really happened. He painted a pretty picture: Prime good. Megatron and Decepticons back. He didnt give them more options. Limited options, same system, facade of secrets and lies. He is the next Sentinel Prime.

like, not to mention, what are you gonna do about the Quintissons? They're gonna come back, and they're gonna expect their shipload of energon.

Like seriously, what were the Primes even thinking?! Of course they would go for Pax, the teachers pet, lucky little white boy that gets everything without having to work for it like D-16 had to.

But that aside, I've thought of at least two other ways the movie could have gone better.

Pax and D-16 work together. Pax understands D's frustration, and tells him, "you take care of Sentinel Prime, and we'll take care of broadcasting the proof." Two birbs with one stone. Pax listens to D-16's ideas, and realizes that he would make a great leader, he even tells D-16 that he would make a great next Prime. He then takes D-16's as advisor, and they plan out a new and better world together with the people. And what exactly they're gonna do with the Quintissons problem.

Elita-1 and Bee are with D-16 when it happens. Elita was hoping for a punch at Sentinel herself. She is shocked and angered when Prime decides to be a goody-two shoes. And even more horrified when he turns on his own friend. Like seriously, she knew Pax was stupid, but she didn't think he was that stupid. She runs to D-16's side, Bee following (bro rlly doesn't know what's going on, or why his friends are fighting. It makes him sad, he really thought Pax was a nice guy) Elita-1 and Bee retreat with D-16 and the Decepticons. With Prime sitting there like an idiot, being all self-pitying over why his friends are 'betraying' him. Elita and D-16 co-lead, we all know their both good leaders, and Bee is just sort of there. He's almost like the kid of the court, and sweet and innocent, everyone loves him, but he is utterly useless, and does not have a braincell to his name. But they all love him for it. The decepticons male it their goal to reveal Pax's treachery and deceit. And reveal the truth once and for all.

Thats about it, all in all, I loved the movie. Watched it with my family, my mom, my sibling, we'll all with Megatron :3

I stand with the Decepticons. Who do you stand with?

[lockleysfav]

Haze

Miguel o’hara x afab!reader

summary: Miguel makes you choose a side. Miles or him. The ache in your heart tells you to help the boy instead of the man you have known for years, so you make the decision but Miguel can’t just let you go.

warnings: TW, nsfw, non con, Miguel can’t control his anger, jealousy, name calling, biting, Miguel is literally delulu, kidnapping?, breeding kink, yandere-ish

This all started because you had tackled Miguel off of Miles and had let him escape again. Miguel never told you why he was chasing him, so you told him you wouldn’t help until he told you what the fuck was going on. It wasn’t fair you were running around like a confused puppy not knowing what you’re doing is right or wrong.

Miguel’s eyes had burned red when you let miles go again, he dragged you back to his base and shoved you onto his couch.

“why..why would you do that y/n!!” he paced in front of you angrily, he couldn’t look at you because he knew if he did he would see those eyes he loves so much, he couldn’t go soft now. You needed to make up your mind.

“I don’t know what’s going on Miguel! Maybe if you told me i-” you were cut off by his hand wrapping around the back of your hair and tugging it back, his face merely inches from yours.

“You shouldn’t have to know, you should take my side regardless. i only do what’s right”

You were tearing up from the sting of having your hair pulled on, miguel notice and you could feel his grip loosen just a little, enough to ease the sting.

There was a pause between you both. Truth be told you didn’t know what to say. From your perspective, without knowing what’s going on Miguel simply looks like a bully. You were getting so sick and tired of lies, people hiding things from you, all you have done is be there for Miguel and yes he’s done the same for you so what’s so hard to just let you know what miles has done?

“awfully quiet cupcake” he whispers softly and you look up at him, you looked terrified of him and he winced just for a second. “w-why wont you make me understand?” you were shaking now, and miguel only squeezed his eyes shut before letting go of you. “you wanna understand?” he seethes as he towers over you “you can understand from me, or you can skip your way to miles and maybe he can tell you why”.

Your heart was pounding so hard it was starting to hurt. Miguel was angry, but deep down he wasnt angry at you he was angry with himself. It was almost as if everytime he shouted at you, he would watch you cower from him and it felt like someone had dropped an anvil on his chest. He loved you, he would do absolutely anything for you but his ra-

“Miles” you whispered, looking down at the floor.

Miguels guilt, his regret had vanished just like that. He blinked and stepped forward “What?”

You backed away and looked at his chest instead of his eyes, you couldn’t bare to see what he was feeling. Betrayal? Anger? probably both.

“If you wont tell me…miles will” you started walking past him but you gasped when Miguel grabbed your arm and dragged you to his desk “just like that huh? you choose someone else” his voice was shaking with anger, he made you choose but he didn’t expect you to choose anyone other than him.

“Miguel you’re scaring me” you were already crying, desperate to get him to let go. He hadn’t realised his claws had come out and they were digging into your skin, he only notices when he feels your blood leak down his fingers and past his knuckles.

It didnt make him stop tho

You were pushed over his desk harshly “i have given you everything, i have done everything for you. All i asked was for you to stay out of this YOU were the one who decided to get involved” he ripped off your suit and pressed himself against you, leaning forward so his chest met your back. “i bet you chose miles because you knew i wouldn’t actually let you go” he laughed under his breath “you want this, i bet even more than i do” his dick was hard against your ass, even through his suit you could feel it throbbing.

You were thrashing underneath him “Miguel stop! please please i don’t wanna do this i’m scared” you were sobbing and still putting up a fight to get him to snap out of this.

“Shhh shh oh cupcake don’t cry” he kissed the back of your hair and rubbed his thumb back and fourth on your hip. He pushed forward and the both of you let out a small noise. “Don’t scream” was all you heard before your panties were torn off and not even seconds later Miguel buried his thick cock inside you, bumping against your cervix.

Your scream lasted a millisecond before miguels hand came to your mouth and held it shut “nasty little slut, don’t pretend you didn’t want this to happen” he was steady, a simple pace but as soon as you felt a pulse of rage wash through you, you bit his hand and he only grunted a little. You could hear his breathing become heavier, and the sound of his fangs coming out made you flinch. “Wait Mig-” you were cut off when he slammed his hips into you, forced your arms behind your back and bit into the side of your neck.

You couldn’t scream, the poison aswell as the bite had shocked you.

Miguels hand let go of your arms and he kicked your legs further apart before pounding into you. “silly..silly girl” he had his hand on your back keeping you still while his other held your hip “mmm i should’ve fucked you in a position where you could see just how good your little cunt takes me” you knew he was lying, about how ‘well’ you were taking him. You know you’re swelling, red sore, maybe even bleeding on his dick.

“i can barely even fit in this tight- f-fuck” his hip’s stuttered when you accidentally clenched around him, you were trying to hide the sounds of your crying but when you clenched, his claws dug into you again and you yelped in pain “Shhhh there there, it’s okay pumpkin look at you, doing so good, not fighting me” he kissed the bite mark on your neck and drove his dick deeper inside your gut. You gripped a random object that was on his desk and you stifled a pained scream. “Stop! i can’t i- you’re too deep you’re hurting me!”

Miguel huffed and flipped you onto your back so he could see your face. Seeing it messy with tears made his dick throb and he ignored your pleas completely, grabbing your legs and pushing them back so your knees were almost beside your head. You were tiny compared to him, he could fold you if he wanted to.

“Miguel stop!” you screamed at him and he hushed you again, he felt a little bad so he finally started fucking into your g-spot. The change in your expression was priceless, you choked out a moan and quickly grabbed on his huge arms “m-miguel” you buried your face against his chest as he smiled “atta girl, you like that dont you?” he supported the back of your head with his hand as you whined against his chest, his other arm holding himself up as he made you take him deeper, bare in mind, he wasn’t all the way inside you.

“no more no more” you breathed out when miguel kept trying to fit himself completely inside you. For once this time, he listened and pulled out just a bit and started kissing you. “i’ve always wanted this” he purrs against your lips and wipes a tear from your cheek. “do you know..fuck..how many times i’ve gotten hard seeing you in your perky little spider suit hm?” his breathing became heavier as you shook your head no, he whimpered and shook his head slightly “so-so many times baby”.

He was pulsing inside you now, and you could feel him struggling to hold himself together. “y/n” he whimpered again and gripped your thigh, his hand letting you lay your head back down softly before he pushed his thumb against your clit and rubbed it, making you jolt up and cling to him. He picked you up with ease and had you against his wall, your legs over his shoulders so there was no way of you touching the ground or escaping. “Gonna breed this little pussy, stuff it- ah- full” you dug your nails into the back of his neck and he moaned against your neck, shooting his cum so far inside you. The feeling of it tipped you just over the edge and you desperately started grinding yourself against the roughness of the trimmed hair surrounded his dick. He groaned and helped you grind against him to drag out your orgasm “thats it pumpkin that’s it…good girl” he kissed along your jawline and carried you to his bed, laying you on your back.

You were about to move but he shook his head, kissing your cheek “the chances are better if you lay on your back” he whispered and you were about to ask what he meant but you suddenly couldnt move. “i’ll uncuff you in a short while princess, just stay still for me okay? i love you so much you’re not going anywhere” he smiled against your skin before leaving.

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[dollywoo]

woosan! — no one’s gonna hurt you, darling. not while im around.

a small woosan hurt/comfort oneshot! sorry for the messy writing, its been awhile lol and im sleepy! i hope u guys like it ! <3

tw: violence, injury, blood, weapons, mentions of assault, symptoms of trauma !!

pairings: fighter!san x nurse!wooyoung

san found himself lost in a daze, his almond orbs admiring the view that laid before him — how the sunlight laid perfectly on the tanned skin of his beloved lover. his gaze wandered along the other’s physique, how the slight breeze caused the younger’s baggy sweater to flow ever so slightly whilst his arm extended towards something. the raven haired male refused to look away from the true masterpiece before him, that was until his favorite tune crashed into his ears.

“sannie! are you even listening? hello?” wooyoung whined out, a slight pout laid on his plush lips, san wanted nothing more than to kiss that pout away.

“huh? what? yeah of course” the older lied, his gaze tearing away to land on what his boyfriend was pointing at.

this caused the younger to roll his eyes, tucking strands of blonde behind his ears adorned with dazzling earrings, one ear was decorated beautifully with a star shaped stud, the other was the matching set — a chain hanging down from his pierced helix to attach to the moon stud that sat at the lobe of his ear, another star dangling to his jawline. “you’re an awful liar, san” wooyoung scoffed, playfully slapping the broad shoulder of the older.

orbs filled with constellations moved from the taller back to the sight that wooyoung was fixated on — a cute bakery with pastries of every color fixated in the window. he wanted to try every single one!

“lets go there? sannie? pleasseeee” the younger knew damn good and well that san could never really resist his pleading, especially when he incorporated his classic pout and puppy dog eyes.

san let out a soft giggle, rolling his eyes. before he could even speak the blonde knew he had him, he was the fighter’s only weakness. ever since the two moved to america, the taller had been booking more fights and winning each one — all with his most prized possession by his side — jung wooyoung.

“of course, pup.” san cooed lovingly, he knew that he could never say no to that face, even after 5 years of dating, he could never say no to him. if wooyoung asked for him to stop a train with his bare hands he damn sure would try. anything for him. anything.

after all, the couple did deserve a nice treat before san’s next appearance in the ring in a few hours, right?

letting out a high pitched giggle of joy, the smaller grabbed his lover’s hand and dragged him in the direction of the baked goods. even though san was much stronger, he allowed for his boy to drag him anywhere.

before they both knew it, they had arrived at the counter, ran by a young man that definitely didnt care much for the job — annoyance evident as the giggling blonde ran inside, his raven haired boyfriend following closely behind. wooyoung didnt mind it much, he never really did.

san on the other hand was eyeing him down, almost daring him to say anything that would upset his precious boy. this caused for his bruised hands to squeeze the smaller’s, pulling him closer.

the atmosphere was different — threatening even, this caused for the fighter’s catlike gaze to scan the area, landing on three men in suits laughing and eyeing what was his. their sickening gaze running up and down wooyoung’s physique, landing on the back of his tight jeans. all the while, wooyoung was ordering some treats for the couple, as san watched the men like a guard dog. his grip became tighter on the blonde, he was sure to bruise the next day.

~~~

the entire time as they sat in the bakery, the couple talked for what seemed like hours, however san’s guard was never down, clenching his fists underneath the table until the three men left. after this, he was finally able to relax — atleast thats what he thought.

“whats wrong, honey?” a concerned tone came from the younger, tilting his head as he analyzed san’s beautiful features, frowning at the scars he had acquired from his fights over the years. wooyoung was a pacifist, if you could believe it, however the two had to make ends meet and due to san’s extensive training, fighting was his best shot. the blonde was always eager to stitch his wounds, learning almost everything he could about medical care just to take care of his san.

san was taken aback, not realizing his jaw had been clenched this whole time, he couldve swore he was hiding his possessiveness, but wooyoung could read him like a book. despite this, the toned male refused to worry his boyfriend, assuming the danger had passed anyway. “just worried about my fight tonight, that dude’s huge!” he lied, hoping that his boyfriend would believe him.

raising his brow, a small giggle left wooyoung’s lips, “c’mon, sannie…ive seen you knockout dudes 3 times your size!!” he refuted, rolling his eyes. san was relieved that he had believed him.

“babe! hes like seven foot, 300 pounds! i heard he has a mean right hook…” san laughed, a pout settling on his own plush lips.

“you got this you big baby!” the blonde teased, rolling his eyes, “c’mon, lets get back to the hotel so you can rest before you fight goliath!”

at this, san rolled his eyes, standing from his seat and grabbing his boyfriend’s hand, leading the younger out of the bakery. the sun had set, the sky adorned with gorgeous constellations. had the sun really set that quickly?

“maybe you’re ri—“

wait. why was his hand empty?

“woo?” san questioned, whipping his head towards where his boyfriend SHOULD be. only to be met by the closed sign being flipped on the bakery door.

then, something that shone brightly laid on the pavement, no…no it cant be.

his bruised hands reached for the item, dropping to his knees. he prayed before opening his hand, though he knew exactly what it was.

wooyoung’s star earring.

then, a whimper.

his wooyoung’s whimper.

“WOO?!” san’s voice boomed into the dark, bouncing off the walls of the alley to the right of the bakery entrance. without a second thought, san ran full speed into the darkness, he cursed himself the entire way, vowing to make sure whoever touched his beautiful sunshine would never see the light of day again. this was a promise to not only himself, but to wooyoung.

he nearly fell flat on his face when he stopped in his tracks, the sight before him caused his vision to darken and his heart to drop.

the three men from before, one had the blonde pinned to the brick wall littered with graffiti, while the other had a hold of wooyoung’s bag, emptying out to locate any valuables. while the third —

the feeling of cold steel pressing to the back of his slicked back locks of obsidian stopped his thought process. there he was, the third.

tears filled the younger’s brunette orbs once he locked eyes with his boyfriend, crying out, “no please! just take all of my shit, please! dont hurt him, please..” his voice sounded so defeated at the end, cutting off as his own heart sank.

without his sannie, he was nothing.

“oh look, the pretty bitch is crying” the one that held the smaller against the wall taunted before using his free hand to land a harsh slap across his cheek, right on his mole, the mole that he loved to call his dot. this enraged san, jaw clenched.

“the only bitch here is you, broke enough you have to steal from us, huh? then fuck with someone way smaller than you?” san spat, glare locked directly onto the male. “you are pathetic.”

san didnt give a fuck about the barrel pressed to the back of his skull, all he cared about in this moment was wooyoung. his wooyoungie. angered eyes panned back to his boyfriend.

is…

is that blood?

all feeling was lost as crimson began to pour from wooyoung’s flawless skin, from the cheek that was struck a mere second before. all of a sudden, all san could see was red.

catching the man behind him offguard, the fighter grabbed the barrel of the gun, snatching it from him and sharply smashing it against his head. the culprit fell to the ground, blood pooling underneath as san faced his attention to the one that had a hold on his wooyoung, charging him and tackling him to the ground. the gun was tossed towards wooyoung, who slid down the wall, knees against his chest as he watched this scene unfold. his hand reached for the pistol, just in case.

san was rabid, uncontrollable — the sickening thuds of his fists connecting with the man’s face were unforgettable and nonstop. the taller hit him over, and over, and over.

all san could hear was the ringing in his ears, all he could see was blood.

“NO! —“ pop

what was that?

pop pop pop

wooyoung.

shaky hands held onto the smoking pistol as a terrified wooyoung stared lifelessly at the man next to san, who had forgotten about the third male. the man had tried to attack him as the fighter was too focused on beating the one who had touched his wooyoung to a bloodied pulp.

san’s eyes went from the still body to his side, then to the look on wooyoung’s face.

he looked numb.

wooyoung felt as if the life had been sucked out of him, the stinging of his cheek no longer was felt, he felt nothing. his mind was blank, all he could hear was the sound of gunshots — the ones he had fired.

then, his eyes met san’s, he felt warm again. his gaze drifted down to his beloved’s bloodied and cut knuckles, instantly dropping the gun and crawling towards him.

“sannie…” his gentle hands caressed the fighter’s, examining the damage and immediately running to his bag to grab his supplies, thankful that they were still intact.

“woo, honey…”

the blonde returned, beginning to clean his boyfriend’s wounds with alcohol, ringing in his ears filled his mind as he continued his work, his heart felt so heavy. he tried to keep his mind off of what happened, the hands all over him…the cold steel in his hands…the gunshots…

“wooyoung.” san’s voice finally broke through the impenetrable thoughts that plagued the blonde’s mind, “honey, you’re crying.”

sure enough, tear drops had been falling onto the bandaged knuckles that belonged to san, causing wooyoung to quickly reach up to wipe his own tears. his hands were covered in both his and san’s blood. “imsorry” he whispered in a small, hushed voice, his body trembling as he felt his boyfriend begin to bandage his cheek.

the alcohol burned, bringing feeling back to his numbed brain. “no apologies.” san whispered lovingly, orbs filled with admiration traced the outlines of wooyoung’s face as he patched him up.

woo only watched, his teary eyes admiring the duality of his lover, feeling himself chew on his bottom lip as he admired how the moonlight danced on san’s honeykissed skin. all of the negative thoughts left, in that moment it was just him and san.

before he knew it, the blonde was being scooped up into the taller male’s toned arms, bag being placed in his lap as san cooed softly. “so proud of you, baby. its okay…everything’s okay..”

san’s words were warmer than sunlight on a summers day, wrapping around wooyoung in a protective blanket that caused the younger to smile. though he never thought he would again.

“let’s go home, youngie. im skipping the fight.” san spoke softly, exiting the alleyway as wooyoung found purchase in the crook of his protector’s neck, leaving small kisses on his glistening skin.

his raven haired savior carried his prince the entire way home, vowing to never let his boyfriend out of his sight ever again.

this was a promise he would keep, even after death.

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tysm for reading !! sorry if theres any spelling mistakes! i did this kind of fast lol! <3 i hope u enjoyed !

[charliewrites99]

Oh for fuck's sake we are doing this again. Fine once more with feeling:

1. They won't spoil gay Eddie or buddie in a random ass post episode interview.

2. Ryan lies. Oh Marisol and Eddie are doing great. Also why he never used neutral pronouns, stats using them and now when everyone is clocking him he stops using them.

3. Oliver has called buck straight up until literally 7x04. He doesnt lie as much but his pr trained ass gives the most basic non-answers. The only times i've seen him not be vague is about bi buck and his hate bt tour of 2024 (and 2021 technically)

4. Tim. Fucking. LIES!!!! Oh we arent exploring Eddie's ptsd. Oh eddie will feel isolated because bt??

People EDDIE WAS ORIGINALY THE ONE WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO COME OUT.

Look i could be wrong, but why are we double downing on straight eddie. Even Kirsten the biggest buddie hater didnt feel the need for eddie to say i am straight on screen. Maybe because she had no interest in doing anything with a sexuality storyline.

[dontworryihaveyourblorbos]

Fuck it, King Peppy analysis.

I see a *lot* of Peppy hate, and I get it, but I also have to break my silence. I really do not think he’s as bad as people say he is. In fact, I kind of like him! “But he lied about the strings!” “But he didnt rescue the snack pack!” “But he lied about Viva!”. And to that I say ladies and gentlemen, let me cook.

1. He lied about the strings. OF COURSE he did. Peppy knew three things: one, like Branch said, the strings coming together leads to fighting. Two, if Poppy knew there were other trolls, she’d immediately apply the cupcakes and rainbows and hugs method until they were besties. Three, the strings and ensuing fight+whatever Poppy was cooking would be too much for the tiny tiny Pop troll population to handle. They can’t fight, so they do what pop trolls do best, hide. That’s exactly what Peppy was trying to do. Next.

2. He didn’t go to rescue the snack pack in the first movie. First of all, mans is ancient. Second, someone needed to stay behind and watch the villagers while they were in Branch’s bunker. He’s not built for long ass physically intensive adventures, but he can run a village and hold authority and keep everything from being trashed completely, which he did. We can safely assume that the bunker was fine after the first movie and not completely destroyed, likely thanks to Peppy. If he hadn’t stayed behind and kept everyone in check, the place would have been uninhabitable. But nah, Peppy kept everyone safe and stable. Hell yeah brother.

3. He lied about Viva. Can you imagine how devastated Poppy would be to learn that she has a sister, only for that joy to be crushed when he has to tell her that said sister is dead? Poppy wouldn’t be able to let it go, especially with her longing to have a sister. Why make her mourn someone she doesn’t know when she doesn’t have to? Why give her that trauma when she, in all reality, is fine not knowing? Because even if it was messed up because she found out, before she found out Viva was alive she was…completely fine. And he said it himself, he was heartbroken. Pop trolls don’t process their feelings, they repress and sing a happy song a little louder than usual. How was Peppy supposed to heal from his own loss and sadness, only to then turn and inflict it on his only remaining daughter, while still in survival mode? He couldn’t. So he didn’t.

Look, I’m not saying King Peppy is perfect or that he didn’t make mistakes. I’m just saying that he did his best, and he’s not a bad character, person, or dad. He raised Poppy to be the amazing Queen she is, he brought his people out of a horrific and dangerous situation and kept them safe, and when he couldn’t protect them anymore he knew his limits and passed the torch on to his daughter while still supporting her, and he went to therapy and began to change his mindsets and heal from everything. He’s definitely not as bad as some people say he is.

One last thing I noticed about him while rewatching TBT. When a Pop Troll is happy, consistently, their ears stay pointed upwards. When a Troll is sad, their ears droop down. And if they’re sad or gray for long enough, their ears droop down permanently. (Cough cough see my Floyd and Branch ear post cough cough.)

Peppy’s ears are the only ones that just…stick out flat. Forgive me, I couldn’t find any good screenshots from tbt.

Not sad, not happy. To me, this means repressed. He wasn’t just chilling in the background like teehee I’ve made no mistakes ever :3. No, he didn’t like that he had to do those things. He had major trauma and probably a ton of issues he was hiding or repressing, and is only just now beginning to work through them. Why only now? Because he’s not in survival mode anymore. Poppy is queen, strings are destroyed, bergens are chilling, okay, now he can begin the healing process.

Sorry for the novel, but I just really like Peppy and I think a lot of people don’t cut him enough slack or give him enough credit. He’s doin his best.

[here-there-be-fics]

With all due respect, "He could have built his presence as the main character of a beloved TV ship and finish his time on 911 (because it'll finish sooner rather than later) on a real high with people loving his character actually progressing and finishing his characters quest of finding love, especially off the back of all that great media attention." You've put way too much weight in how many chronically online people have any impact on this show. 9-1-1 is most likely going to get renewed and Buck will still be the fan favorite. Oliver not being a Lou warrior is not a deterrent of how the general audience see Buck.

Also, more important, why should he have to? Maybe he just wants a paycheck. It's not a fandom for him, it's just a job.

Hey Anon - it's not about fandom, it's OS building his image and maintaining relevance even beyond the show...unfortunately a significant part of his job is about people online liking him because that's where people find out about him as a person/actor and I think he could be better at it and take opportunies and captialising on them more. So yes 911 interviews are generally for the 'chronically online' and mostly hardcore buddie fans but they do build an image of him and when he goes onto a new job be that a show or movie, people hiring will check his online prescence and how he interacts with audiences, and people (not all of course but enough to matter) watching whatever he moves on to will look him up, having good interesting and a variety of media is going to go a long way to him being accepted and liked, and people being invested.

I never said he had to be a warrior for LFJ, they don't have to like each other or be best friends, they are colleagues (and that's an entirely different conversation about the treatment of cast and crew in general not just guests like LFJ and is more so on the showrunner and companies) It's about what buck as a role means for OS future career, people love a good romance and a dynamic pairing, he could have capitalised on that more in my opinion because the media hype of there, we know it was because the shows marketing utilised that right up until they didnt by putting LFJ in bts and media opportunities about the pairing where that didnt exist for other LIs, especially after the Access Hollywood segment but OS didn't really do the same, he played it safe and seems to have placated, seemed to avoid the pairing afraid to face criticism from the loud minority.

Sure he wants the paycheck but if he wants more paycheck and a new project paying the paycheck in the future he needs to keep making himself stand out, being part of a liked and somewhat unique pairing that is referenced years to come will go further (BT get listed already in media pieces for their twist/kiss/relationship etc - buddie wont cut it because it's not going to be canon and won't help his career) beloved Buck yes, I love him too but there can always be more that OS can leverage off, the pairing could have been it. And yep I agree the show will be renewed for season 9, they need to promote their spinoff but how much longer after that? Hollywood is unpredictable there is no safe acting jobs, if OS doesnt leave others definitely will its presence and ability to trend is already fading, audiences are still good but decreasing, ABC will move their timeslot and market less, he should and probably always is on the look out for what next and he should!

This was long but clearly people will take one comment and assume a lot of things. I work in the arts and have in film previously and have a lot to say about how it functions....anyway hopefully that covers everything and if you don't agree that's fine.

Also, gotta say coming into an inbox saying 'with all due respect' hardly ever holds much respect, unfortunately.

[extranenas]

Mbappe imagine where he confesses his feelings for you

no lies

pairing: kylian mbappe x reader

genre: fluff

plot: that damn guy who youve been crushing since childhood wont just… go away! 16 years and still no confession. maybe your other friends can do it?

extra: set around the 2018 world cup cus i want that sweet teenager love😔😔😔 very rushed and bad tho negl this not my best work LMAOOOO😭😭

masterlist

you sat on your bed- mindlessly scrolling through instagram while waiting for friends to come. of course they came over- they always do. today was special though. real special.

real special till you heard loud knocking- immediately getting up and running to open it.

“sadie…! and whos this?”

“___! i brought the food- youre ready right? oh yea and this liliana. shes gonna help me.”

“ok- come on come on!”

you three both ran in and immediately sat down on the pink rug that your parents living room donned. immediately leaning in and getting into the “zone.”

“so how do you know he likes you? he can just be overly friendly ___ you cant-”

“just hear me out sadie! look ive known him since i was 2 ok? and like maybe he thinks of me as a sister but listen! ever since that world cup hes like- hes been hinting!”

“hinting how ___?”

“hinting! uhm- like he would yknow… hes giving me his clothes to wear… wants to hang out more… he said im his type! like he… we jokingly argue but like he still comple-”

“the actual hints honey. what are they?”

“well… i remember one time during like… a get together i wore the wrong shoes and he gave me his… another time was like- he said he wanted to talk to me more but he couldnt and- sadie just help me stop asking!”

“ok! what you can do is like send a voice message and be like ‘i like you kylian- be my boyfriend?’”

“im not doing that sadie.”

“well be straightforward! guys like that.”

“but hes not any guy! hes kylian.”

“ok whatever. give me your phone.”

“what are you gonna do?”

“just give it to me ___!”

it was about an hour since sadie and liliana took your phone. they kept texting rapidly and whispering until sighing.

“he thinks your cute but thats it ___.”

“or maybe hes lying?” liliana said.

you looked at them two with a puzzled expression.

“you lied and said you two stole my phone?”

“well it worked didnt it?” liliana.

“but all he said is that he liked me lil. nothing else.”

“just wait ___. the time will come.”

and the time did come.

it was now nighttime and you checked your phone nonstop for a response till you heard knocking. you immediately got up and opened the door, thinking it was your mom till you saw kylian.

“ky? whats up?”

“do you like me ___? no lies- please.”

“what? what do you mean i- how- huh?”

you immediately tensed up and stumbled- pretending to not know.

“sadie and some other girl texted me on your phone saying it got stolen. they told me and stuff. do you really like me?”

“i… i do kylian. i always have.”

“why? i mean why me? your parents-”

“who cares kylian! your family loves mines and thats why we known eachother since like birth! who cares if my dad wants me to get with some like… important guy- youre more important than him!”

“but your whole family is at stake ___!”

“i dont care!”

“they could help you guys with finances and-”

“shut up kylian! do you like me or not! please!”

he soon got quiet and sighed; taking your hand in his.

“i do ___. and its kinda weird cause i grew up with you but i always did. even if you were with other people or i was dating. i was just scared.”

“why did you never tell me…?”

“i just said i was scared!”

“dont be!”

“i just confessed ___ we aren’t gonna argue about this.”

you smiled before kissing his cheek. hugging him tightly with a giggle. knowing that you two always argued about nothing was still there- even in this tense moment.

“i know that.”

“so what now?”

“youre my girlfriend now right?”

“well duh.”

“ok ___ thats enough.”