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iniziare · 17 days ago

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DAV Spoilers. Or at least, my "general game opinions". I'll be vague in terms of the game's conclusion, so you don't have to worry about spoilers. Though unless you've finished most of the game (roughly halfway act 2, or just around part 10 in terms of Steam achievements), not all of this will make sense to you. But in short: I like it, I like it a lot.

First off, I need to be honest and say that I went into Veilguard as an absolute critic with the expectation that as a fan of the older games and their lore, I was going to rip into it. After all the news of the team crumbling, I simply lost all faith. But worst of all, I was going to do so while potentially not even playing the game. But in all of my rationality, I always say that one only ever has a right to judge something, after having given it enough of a fair chance. So that's what I did (and admittedly, I had some hype simmering in my heart to see the ending of a story that had become very dear to me), and I don't regret it. Dragon Age: Veilguard, in my opinion, is deserving of praise, and is unworthy of the bad reviews it's gotten. Alright, this is only part of my opinion— but it got a little ramble-y, so forgive me.

Rook. I thought that it was going to be impossible to get me hooked on another protagonist, especially in today's society where people seem to prefer a 'make your own' approach, as opposed to my personal preference of a pre-written character. For instance, I always had a clear preference for Hawke vs. the Warden and/or Inquisitor, but that's just me— I don't like 'creating' my character when I play, I simply want to be told an established story (AC Valhalla is an example of a massive dislike for me). But again, I'm aware that this comes down to preference. Now, I was afraid that Rook would be an even blanker canvas, but I was pleasantly surprised to learn differently. Rook is incredibly reminiscent to me of Hawke, without being a copy in whatsoever way. I'm delighted to have the sarcastic option back (and as many, I loved that it was reacted to by Solas), as it really adds some wonderful personality into the mix. To add to that, I love that it's Rook who is the 'comical relief' without being actually outright comical to a point where it's too much, which would then risk taking away from the weight of the story. Bioware chose a perfect balance here. Outside of that, I very much appreciate the backstory options. My first playthrough had me picking the Crows out of curiosity and as an ode to an old favorite's origins (hi, Zevran), and it was very fun. I enjoyed the consistent mentions and references of the tales of her past after I'd chosen them, and I find enjoyment knowing that even the small details change a bit, such as the verbal reactions to the ziplines. I also was very happy to see her interact well with Solas, because that was another big concern of mine, as I was very worried that there might have been a decision made to add in any sort of flirtations (despite knowing Weekes likely wouldn't go there, based on Solas' foundation). Rook and Solas' dynamic is one I very thoroughly enjoy in exactly the form it was presented in. Up until the very end of the story, she stayed consistent with my choices, and had me seated here with blurry emotional vision on occasion. And while those who know me know that I can get very emotional over details in games, it isn't actually that easy to get me there initially. But good job, Bioware, Rook is a worthy, and wonderful addition to your lineup of protagonists. Good job.

Solas. God, the consistency of his character in this and DAI has driven me wild to the extent of a rabid dog. It is so good, I'm wildly impressed. If there was ever a character that I could give up all of my other characters for, I genuinely think it would be Solas. He is incredible. I was thrilled to see the connection to Mythal more properly addressed, and while I know that there's many firm opinions out there on this dynamic (my own write-up will be incoming), it was made clear that their dynamic was always one of utmost fundamental importance, at least to Solas and his motivations. That's my big thing, Mythal's perspective aside, I think that it was imperative that we learned just why Mythal was such a 'final transgression' and catalyst for all of his actions (though don't worry, this isn't me taking away his accountability). And from a personal point of view, while Solas' origins were hinted at already in DAI, it was nice to see it confirmed that he, and the others, indeed originated as spirits. And in that, it is good to have learned how he became 'twisted' from his nature as a spirit of wisdom, to one of pride. I think that's fundamental to his character, and I also greatly enjoy the elaboration on some of Cole's lines in DAI about Solas, and who we now know for sure was Mythal: 'He did not want a body. But she asked him to come. He left a scar when he burned her off his face.' A lot of things hit vastly differently now, when you look back and you realize you have confirmed answers finally in the palm of your hand. I thoroughly questioned Mythal when I went for her essence, reloading multiple times as to ensure that I got as much lore as I could. And I hurt, especially since the end of the game. As I said, I won't spoil, but the ending has left me emotionally scarred in more ways than I could ever explain. That interaction, that emotional release was everything to me, and it was good to see it, even if I could barely see my screen anymore at one point. Weekes did Solas justice in so many ways, and while I initially had a little bit of a peeve at a decision in the game towards the end, my rationality had kicked in, and it was a logical decision. I'm happy, I think, if that's the right word that I can use for this. Also, seeing the scene from the trailer was so good, I screamed at my screen. I just, I'm in total and utter love with this man.

Dragon Keep/choices. Let me actually get to my point of criticism, but know I'm approaching this rationally, and not emotionally. I need Bioware to confirm their canon within these games, and if they officially want to let go of the 'decisions that we once made', then just say it and state it somewhere. Tell us what the decisions are. But that aside, I do want to play light devil's advocate, because I think that it's important. Since the revelation about Morrigan in specific, I've been caught in the push and pull of 'does this make sense for her character', and I think that it's so easy to say 'no, it doesn't' when thinking of DAO, but we're not coming from DAO. We're coming from DAI (after numerous years of development for multiple characters), where Morrigan had already shown a pressing interest in something that held a high risk of her getting possessed by Mythal just like her mother. Despite this, and despite her arc in DAO, she wants to drink from the Well of Sorrows. 'But there was no choice, for Corypheus was going to destroy Thedas', the Inquisitor was an option the entire time. No, what I actually am personally of the opinion of (although I'm waiting on my Morrigan expert to finish playing, for I am not an excessively thorough one yet), is that Morrigan was, and remained hell-bent on obtaining knowledge/power, it has been part of her arc for a long time, and even the threat of possession didn't dissuade her from the possibility of obtaining an unusual amount of it in an unparalleled rare form. That isn't, in my opinion, bad or lazy writing, that is consistent and shows a character flaw that I don't think is often addressed with 'protagonists' enough most of the time: greed. I want flaws that make it much more difficult for me to feel inclined to agree with those that call her the Indiana Jones of Thedas, for she is a brilliant character— but a character with flaws. Now do I think, since having watched the ending, that her presence was also a plot device for Mythal in one way or another? Possibly, but that's merely a side addition in my opinion. I just find it too easy to simply go 'it's bad writing', because while I could agree, it also means you then have to condemn Morrigan for the exact same reason back in DAI, which I don't think is something that's fair to do. An argument could be made that Veilguard has lost most of its original team of writers (including David Gaider himself) and so they took liberties, but that same argument can't be made for DAI. Gaider created this franchise, he had intentions for characters, and arcs, and he ultimately is the one who decided when something was good to go. And on top of that, he wrote and created an amazing franchise, and he earned my trust because he did that. And so I trust that the presence of Morrigan in DAI was logical, which I did think it was— it showed flaws that I craved to see outside of her arc in DAO. And I think having seen DAI, that Veilguard isn't unrealistic for her. And as to why this isn't a 'full possession' as it was with Flemeth, I think the key for that is realizing that she obtained it alongside that headpiece where Mythal was killed by Solas. Because what we also know, in that little scene— and it took me a rewatch of it, but Flemeth/Mythal left part of herself in that Eluvian at the beginning of the scene. I would bet that's what Morrigan possesses now, since Solas himself is the one who 'absorbed' the part of Mythal that had fully possessed Flemeth. Does this match with what Morrigan says? Not exactly, but I don't think that she's a reliable narrator.

#ooc. [ don't try to make it logical or edit your soul according to the fashion. rather; follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. ]#dav spoilers #dragon age spoilers

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fellow-traveller · 8 months ago

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This is gonna be long, so if you don't have the time to read it, it's cool, I'll summarise it like this:

I think I'm back. Kinda. Expect some blasts of Hol Horse fanart that I missed sharing here since November 2023 (if you followed my Twitter/X, you might have seen them)

Okay, I know excuses can be bad but here's mine to kinda justify my absence.

I admit that I had been feeling depressed with what's happening in P@lest1ne for the past 6 months, because I had never seen it happening in real time, in videos and interviews. 20+ years ago, anything about them came in the form of stories from actual P@lest1nians whom I had the privilege to meet during my volunteer work in school, and newspaper articles from local publishers. Our local broadcasters still chant FTRTTS whenever they talk about them. But the real-time atrocities and the aftermath really got me hard. I'm not one to shy away from real-life gore - true crime is my go-to documentary whenever I'm relaxing - but what's happening there - the injustice, the brutality, the depravity - can be too much for me to bear.

I'm not saying I'm used to it by now...I still hear my heart break with every dead and hungry child I see on my screen, but at the same time, I feel a bit more hopeful. Mainly because I believe in the P@lest1nians' faith and resilience, and I believe in mine.

Apart from world events, on a personal level, my company moved to a new building in December, about an extra 30 minutes drive away from my home, so I was almost on a blackout from online stuff back then. Didn't even touch the 1 Day 1 Hol Horse challenge (but thankfully they are done now...will share them later). The move-out was done around the end of January 2024, and then I got busy again with work in February. Work had been very hectic because everything had been disorganised since the move. Even now, we don't really have internet in the new building and had to use our phone data for that.

Wanted to get back last month, but delayed it until today because my cat was sick with cancer. My cat, little Vee, whom I had for 12 years, just passed 2 days ago, 1 day before my birthday ;-;

Anyway, all that said, I think I'm ready to be back now on tumblr. I know I missed a lot of drawings that I kinda promised myself to finish (like the Halloween Hol), and also posting the 1 Day 1 Hol Horse doodles. I missed other people's Hol Horse and HolPol fanart as well. I also have a few thoughts I wanted to share of our favourite JoJo cowboy too...

So in the next few hours, I'll be doing just that. I apologise for the massive spam that's about to come beforehand. Just note that if you cannot wait for the fanart blast, you're welcomed to dig for them on my Twitter/X.

On current notes, I'm in the middle of doing The Emperor Month Challenge. Basically, Hol Horse with the other Part 3 characters. I missed 2 days now, but I'll be catching up. This will be on until the end of this month.

For now, I won't be doing requests/art trades because I wanna start drawing for my JoJo OCs. I have been neglecting them for months.

Hopefully the depression will simmer down. The world is a mess, and I'm trying to soldier on.

Oh, and to my Muslim followers, Happy Eid-ul-Fitr. ♥

#personal #update #i miss you guys #the love for the entire equine must go on

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cowsonabus · 9 months ago

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Patrochilles fanfic 'Covet'

-So far there's 16 chapters (40,000 words) , ongoing

-This was my first fanfic in years so the writing improves a lot further into the story!

-First two chapters + summary down below:)

-Read the rest on AO3 at cowsonabus

Summary:

When Patroclus and Achilles are reunited as strangers in high school, years after being separated as childhood ...somethings, they must navigate their complex relationship and find a way to rebuild the bond they once shared. Along the way, they must face their unresolved feelings, overcome their history, and struggle to hide their undeniable connection. They will experience grief and love and learn what having a first love really means along the way.

Chapter 1: Atelophobia- the fear of imperfection

September 2023

Patroclus sat in the car being driven by one of his father's staff as it winded down long roads through the city, taking him to his new boarding school. The leather seats were uncomfortably cold against his skin and the car had a sickeningly strong scent of air freshener. He huffed slightly as he took in the cool weather outside, eyes flicking down to his hands and then back up to the window.

September, Patroclus thought, an awful time of year. 'The month of change' his mother had called it, the death of summer transitioning into the icy embrace of winter, hazy remnants of soothing sun and welcoming waters intermingling with the freezing sheets of rain and bitter winds winter brought.

While it could be lazy and warm, as trees drop their leaves and the air turns colder, he couldn't stand it. September meant having to endure harsher weather, having to return to the reality that was his life, having to go back to school.

school

The word had always left a bitter taste in Patroclus' mouth. It wasn't so much the concept of school or the workload that made him so sour, it was all the ways school proved him to be as inferior as his father said he was. School, where he had little people he could call friends. School, where his grades were good- but not good enough. School, where he was never bad, but not great. Always good, never great.

Maybe, it was the petty sort of envy school inspired in him that made him so averse to others his age. Maybe it was the fact he knew in an instant his father would trade sons with many of the parents at his old school if he could.

At school, there was a select group of people who seemed to despise Patroclus. They whispered sometimes about how he had too much of his 'simple' mother in him, How his father must be so disappointed. He knew they made sure to whisper just loud enough for Patroclus to hear, in hopes of provoking him, but he never rose to the bait, instead letting his anger and humiliation simmer down until all he felt was cold, harsh rejection.

He used to feel humiliated at how other people seemed to disregard him, the feeling of sickness bubbling up in his throat as his stomach ached, how his skin felt hot and prickly all of a sudden as it was made apparent he was nothing more than a burden to them. He felt that familiar dull ache of anxiety in his heart as he thought about the prospect of moving to his new school, would it be the same? would there be another group of people set on tormenting him? His father's cold voice replayed in his mind, telling him how he was a regret to anyone who met him. Patroclus closed his eyes taking a deep breath. No, he thought. This was a fresh start, people would not torment him. As far as he was aware, no one at his new school would have any reason to pick on him.

The anxious boy opened his eyes again, in hopes of looking for a distraction, he looked to his phone numbly picking it up, and he opened Snapchat not bothering to answer any messages. After the incident, he had been sent awful words and photos. He swiped to the 'memories' section and clicked on the small banner that said 'a year ago today'. Pictures of his fifteenth birthday popped up, on that day he had spent the night at a friend's house with two other people. he frowned. That year he had his birthday 'party' in September instead of October when his actual birthday was. When his father had found out the sleepover was for his birthday he sneered at him and yelled at the boy for not being honest about why he was sleeping over. His father usually did something for his birthday, so other people would continue to believe he was a good father. That man had a reputation to keep up, and he would force Patroclus to smile for photos and go out to restaurants so he could upkeep that reputation. That year his father didn't force him out for his birthday, that year during Patroclus' birthday he was on a business trip.

He put his phone back down thinking of his father. He wondered what he might be doing right now. He picked at his nails silently.

From a young age, his father had made his disappointment clear to Patroclus.

His father had beaten him often as a child over small mishaps and mistakes and berated him again and again whenever he did something 'dishonorable', like getting a B instead of an A on a test. He knew his father was cruel and unreasonable, though sometimes he still craved his approval or comfort. It was strange he thought, how he sometimes still yearned for the hands that hit him over and over to comfort him. He knew he shouldn't feel like that and most of the time he didn't, though now and then all he wanted was for his father to take pity on him and comfort him for a small while.

He knew that would never happen though.

He had learned better than to expect his father to ever say kind words. His father seemed to enjoy saying cruel words to him just to watch him afterwards. He always seemed displeased when Patroclus stood still and did nothing, said it made him weak. His father's words had seeped in and taken root within his mind, they replayed in that cold indifferent voice whenever he messed up. His father was not much of a father. More of an owner. He was not much of a son, merely an asset, a placeholder. He doubted he would ever be called a son again. Not after what he did. Not after he destroyed his fathers reputation.

His breath quickened slightly as he thought of the incident.

A month ago, maybe, Patroclus had been sat by the beach, watching the waves roll in and out, trying and failing, to soothe his tired mind. It was a spot he had retreated to often as a boy with his mother. Philomena was her name. She used to take great pleasure in sitting on the beach wall with her son underneath some large trees, watching the waves. she would sit and draw, or collect seashells, would sit and tell stories while fussing over her son fondly. OR, his favorite, when she would bring her lyre and play for him, These were Patroclus' favorite memories. His father had always disregarded his mother's musical talent, saying it was nonsense and an earache, though Patroclus had loved it. The way her nimble fingers tugged and pulled on the lyre strings with calculated moves as she sang gently to the boy, in her soft voice. His mother had died when he was six. People always said she was simple- childlike even. though all he remembered of her was how he had always seen her as beautiful and kind. He looked a lot like his mother, with rich, dark sable skin, curious coffee-coloured eyes, his soft dark curls that seemed to add to his quality of kindness. The curve of his lips and the gentle slope of his nose were his mother's. He loved that he looked like his mother as if he was living for her, maybe that's why his father hated him so much. Maybe the fact he looked like his mother spurred on the hatred Menoetius held for his only son. The memories of his mother is what drew him back to this specific spot, he had a terrible day and sought the comfort of his memories the beach held. He didn't know how long he had sat at that beach wall that day, it must have been at least an hour though. He had been rudely tugged by the collar of his shirt by an older kid, one who seemed to enjoy teasing and harassing Patroclus. Patroclus didn't remember much of what happened after that. all he remembered was that Cysonymus had been arguing with him, demanding he hand over a fine silver bracelet Patroclus wore on his wrist- it was his mother's, a beautiful piece of jewelry. Of course, Patroclus had refused to hand it over and in anger pushed the boy, what he didn't know was that the boy would stumble and fall, his head promptly smacking against a rock, his skull shattering as flecks of blood and flesh splattered themselves to every surface. He remembered clearly what the boy had looked like in death, he gagged slightly each time he thought of it. He was not violent by nature. it had destroyed him that he did that over a bracelet. He felt pathetic and cruel. He felt like his father.

He stiffened as the memory repeated in his head.

That night his father had raged like never before, beating him within an inch of his life screaming himself hoarse.'How could Patroclus be so stupid and damage his fathers reputation like that?' was mostly what Menoetius was pissed about. Of course, he did not care about the boy Patroclus had killed, or how Patroclus felt, no- he only cared for his reputation, his wealth, his status. Anger prickled beneath his skin.

In, Out, In and then out,

Deep breaths as memories of the killing flickered in his mind.

in out in out.

Deep breaths as he thought of how he was being sent away without a second thought.

in out in out in out in-

"Sir we are about half an hour from your destination"

He blinked. The voice seemed distant and quiet, the words didn't seem to make sense.

"pardon?"

"Half an hour until we reach your new school, sir"

Ah. James, one of his fathers staff, a chauffeur.

Patroclus had always liked the man. James was old and weathered, yet he had always been so kind and polite to Patrcolus, probably since Menoetius was Patroclus's father, yet he liked to believe it went a little beyond that. Most of his father's staff were like this, always speaking soothing words to Patroclus, sneaking him treats, looking out for him when possible, caring and comforting him after particularly trying days. It stung a little to think how his staff were more of a parent to him than his actual father.

"..okay. Thank you, James"

It was silent after that.

Thoughts of his new boarding school raced in his mind. His father's friend Peleus Pelides, one of the richest men in the country co-owned the school, sponsoring it constantly, he had offered Patroclus a spot after hearing about the incident. Patroclus wasn't sure how to feel about that.

He had always found Peleus a strange man. He was proud and confident but not in a way that was conceited or vain. He was kind and encouraging yet not a pushover. He often spent time visiting Patroclus childhood home during summers or holidays when passing through the area. He was always so kind and normal to Patroclus it was weird. He did not look at Patroclus with anger or disappointment, nor did he appear reluctant or avoidant of him. He had always spoken greatly to Patroclus, laughed heartily at his weak attempts at jokes, smiling contently as Patroclus answered his questions. He often thought that was what a dad should be. He remembered the mans tan skin and blonde hair, though his face was blurry in Patroclus mind. It baffled Patroclus that someone like that would be friends with his father. Then there was Peleus son. His son also went to this school. His son who wanted to see Patroclus when he got there. He knew he would want to see him because even as children he remembered how Achilles had been curious about everything.

He knew if he gave the other a chance they would not stop asking questions, his headache intensified with that thought.

They had never quite been friends, but never quite rivals either. Instead, they had always had a weird half-established relationship of teasing, harsh jabs, and honeyed words; a weird relationship of chasing and running from one another. Growing up he had always felt a deep irritation towards the boy. He hated the way they smiled, and the fact they had one of those voices you just had to stop and listen to. He hates how the boy had always been so athletic, so talented in the arts too. He hated how the boy never lied and always spoke his mind. He hated how they walked and seemed to do everything with a sense of effortlessness and gracefulness. Growing up he always felt agitated at how the boy just had to be perfect, serving as another unwelcome reminder that Patroclus was inferior. At the same time, he remembered how Achilles always seemed to follow him around. he never understood why and felt it peculiar that someone so perfect wanted to be around him. Achilles would ask Patroclus questions upon questions, clinging onto his every word. Achilles would demand that Patroclus would hang out with him, make him take them to the beach, go cycling, take him to the towns, listen to him retell stories of his childhood. More often than not Patroclus refused yet the other asked and asked until he settled into an annoyed submission, complying and doing what the other boy wished him to. Many days and nights of Achilles trying to figure Patroclus out, enjoying the puzzle of Patroclus' mind. He sighed, looking up as the car pulled into the long driveway that led to the school. He wondered for a moment if Achilles was still beautiful, still elegant, and divine as if crafted by the gods specifically to remind everyone else how far they stray from true perfection. He dismissed that thought. Achilles was not beautiful he was annoying.

On some level, Patroclus thinks that one of the many reasons he could never seem to properly get along with Achilles is that he admired him too much. He knew the other was perfect, and god did it hurt. He recalled how his father scathingly whispered into his ear once how Achilles was what a son should be, not some weak, shy boy like himself.

The car slowed down, coming to a halt in the school driveway.

James opened the door for him. He got out standing on the steps. James said something he didnt quite catch giving Patroclus arm a comforting squeeze. He stumbled slightly as he walked up the steps, his previous feelings of embarrassment igniting again.

in out in out in out.

The school was beautiful, like a palace almost, with large marble pillars and painfully detailed carvings, grand wooden doors and arches, stunning decorations and gardens. He wondered how much it cost to send someone here. Probably a lot. He got lost in his thoughts, tenderly entering the building with James standing unsure of himself in the lobby. Gleaming tiled floors, a gigantic wooden spiral staircase to the second floor- like something from a Disney film. marble statues and beautiful paintings and tapestries. Patroclus hadn't ever been somewhere so pretty. He looked at every finely detailed object, the carving in the wood and marble, the brush strokes in each painting. He knew if anyone had ever bought him something so gorgeous he would of cherished it and kept it forever. A pretty woman approached them from an office across the large room, her long hair gently swaying in sync with her hips. She had a stern face but a warm smile. She held up a hand in greeting.

"This must be Patroclus, correct?" she called out in a silky voice.

James said something to the woman that Patrcolus didn't quite catch, before turning and heading out. He stood staring at the woman, stammering out a greeting as he shook her hand. She smelt of an overpowering scent of roses, it made his headache twinge uncomfortably. She was dressed in a tight black pencil skirt, sheer tights, heels, a dark blue button-down, and a black blazer. The clothes fit her nicely he thought. The dark blue complimented her sable skin well.

James arrived back after a few awkward minutes of small talk, carrying two suitcases, the third one being brought in by another man, a gardener maybe.

After handing the bags over to some other men once he had entered the lobby again James chatted with the woman for a while about stuff that just didn't seem to interest Patroclus, while they conversed he stood silently, picking at the hem of his jumper.

James turned to Patroclus saying goodbye, before drawing him in for a hug, he clutched at the man a little desperately, he wanted nothing more than to turn and run from the school. James ran a soothing hand up and down his back before pulling away and handing him a small piece of paper with a phone number.

"Before I have to leave here is a number, you call this if you want to speak to me or any of the other house staff, the maids, nannies, gardeners, butlers- you name it, alright? your father doesn't know about this so don't worry yourself over it. You be good kid okay?"

He nodded, pocketing the paper before saying a final goodbye to James. He didn't think he would call that number. But the gesture was sweet and brought a small sense of comfort. He watched James exit through the thick wooden doors glancing at his bags which had been collected by some more men once brought in, they were being carried up the spiral stairs and heading through a long corridor until out of sight to what he supposed must eventually be his dorm.

The woman was stood there eyes still fixed on Patrcolus, Her voice was sharp and strict yet it didn't seem mean.

"My name is Mrs Vasileiou, I work in the office, Mr Pelides asked me specifically to discuss everything with you, and to bring you to him to talk before you settle in. Please follow me to Mr Pelides' office, I will be waiting outside for when you two are done discussing everything."

And without waiting for Patroclus to reply she set off walking at a brisk pace, leaving Patroclus to trail behind her nervously, The echo of their footsteps ringing out.

Chapter 2: Nepenthe- something that can make you forget your grief or suffering.

September 6th 2023

Patroclus followed the woman across the lobby to Peleus office. His stomach twisting uncomfortably at the thought of talking to Peleus. He was not sure if anyone knew why he had been sent away- If Peleus had told them, gods, he hoped not. Being stereotyped as a cold-blooded killer is not what the brunette needed. Back In his home city, Opus, all those in his school had sent him hate mail, spammed his socials and all his friends had cut him off. He had been demonized by local people and made unwelcome by almost everyone in the higher ranks of the society of Opus. Of course, his father paid newspapers and other news outlets to keep it quiet and paid the people who knew what really happened to keep their mouths shut. But amidst the uncertainty of what went down between Patroclus and Clysonymus people had made up rumors of Patroclus brutally murdering the other boy, painted him as some cruel delinquent.

He took a deep breath once they reached the grand wooden door with the name 'Mr Pelides' on it. He twisted the golden door knob as Mrs Vasileiou nudged his back encouragingly.

The fifteen-year-old stepped into the room closing the large wooden door carefully, examining the room once he had entered fully. The office had tall ceilings with windows that stretched from top to bottom, each window was impeccably clear and revealed views of the school grounds. The school grounds were made up of pristine pavements, long rolling fields, and carefully selected decorations. One of the many decorations that caught his eye was a fountain with a statue of the Greek goddess Athena in the middle of it, It was beautiful. The room was furnished with dark wooden furniture adorned with detailed carvings. There were thick, old books stacked neatly on a bookshelf, a few photo frames on the desk, and some expensive-looking paintings on the wall. To the far left of the office was a fireplace, and on the mantle above that were some beautiful, glass vases, made from stained glass in shades of sea blues and greens. The room had an Aura of great expense and elegance, Its beauty almost startling. The air was slightly cold in here and smelt faintly of fruits.

Once he had finished his glance around the room convinced he had taken in every detail, his eyes focused on a thick leather chair behind the wooden desk, it was turned away from the door to face the window, the top of a golden head peeking out.

He cleared his throat a little nervously.

"Mr Pelides-"

His voice was hoarse.

"I want to thank you for offering me a place at Your school. You have done me and my father a great kindness and I'm sorry we meet again in these conditions-"

He is met by loud, joyful laughter. He freezes, brows furrowing as the chair turns to face himself. His confusion is answered almost instantly. Of course, he would do this. Who else?

Achilles. He grits his teeth. The utter fool.

"There is no need to call me Mr Pelides, Patroclus, drop the formalities"

Pa-tro-clus. Achilles said his name slow and sweetly, he didn't rush through his name the way almost everyone else did. Patroclus had never liked his name, it meant 'honor of the father', something Patroclus knew never fit him well. He expected Achilles to laugh or make a joke about his name's meaning when they first met, but he never did. He only spoke the name as if it deserved to be heard as if it was something worth saying over and over and over. He always felt a drop of warmth burst beneath his skin when the other spoke his name. He knew he would listen to whatever the other said as long as they kept saying his name like that, full of joy and delight. The older boy felt a strange tug in his stomach. He felt a slight sense of relief that it was only Achilles sat in the chair not Peleus. At the same time, he felt annoyed and frustrated at the other for tricking him. Then again just the sight of Achilles agitated him.

He frowned disapprovingly at Achilles' little stunt.

Despite the clear displeasure at this little surprise painted all over the brunette's face, Achilles' expression is gleeful and ever so smug.

"Where is your father? I was told to come speak with Mr Pelides-" Achilles cuts the other boy off eagerly. He seems so pleased with himself that once again Patroclus has fallen for one of his little schemes. He always took great delight in showing off to Patroclus, perhaps he thought his plan was impressive. It certainly explained why he looked at Patroclus as if he was expecting him to say well done.

"The staff here also call me Mr Pelides, not just my father. I requested them to do so when telling you to meet me here. I was scared you'd bolt if you knew it was me requesting to see you."

Achilles is smiling at Patroclus, that same perfect slightly teasing smile he had worn often as a kid. Patroclus recalled seeing it plastered on Achilles face many times, he saw it when Achilles and Patroclus spoke, when the blonde played music, when he won a race, and so on. His smile is handsome and inviting, as it always has been. Patroclus wished he had seen it more often. Been the cause of that smile more often.

The brunette shook his head slightly as if to clear it. He sighed. Achilles was right, Patroclus would've bolted if he knew it was Achilles in Peleus' office.

"sit."

It was not a question, it was a demand. Thoughts of simply turning and leaving raced through his mind, but he felt strangely compelled to talk to the other after seeing them after so long. He sat opposite the boy across the large wooden desk. Achilles didn't say anything for a few moments, just seemed to be surveying Patroclus, his eyes tracing their face with strange focus.

"You look good."

The brunette looked up, slightly confused, and when his brown eyes met those green ones he flushed ever so slightly. The way the blond had said it, eyes focusing so intently on Patroclus made him feel a strange emotion he couldn't decipher. He paused for a moment mulling the words over in his head before scoffing. He was sure the other was teasing him. Patroclus didn't think he had changed that much at all since he was ten and last spoke to Achilles, He thought he only looked a little older and a lot taller. Nothing special. He didn't think he was ugly but certainly not good-looking enough to comment on. His dislike deepened as he took in Achilles' appearance.

So attractive, So charming.

When Patroclus first saw Achilles sitting in that chair, he did not miss how the boy's body had changed.

Achilles had grown taller, but not taller than Patroclus, and slightly more muscled. His frame was Lithe and toned, like a runner. After all, Achilles, as he remembered was an amazing athlete.

Achilles' skin was still divinely sun-kissed as it had been when he was a boy, smooth and unmarked, supple and soft looking, lightly tanned with no freckles. His blonde hair was slightly longer than the older boy remembered, it now fell slightly past his shoulder in flawless, elegant waves, not a tangle in sight. His hair was still golden with faint streaks of honey running through. He noticed how a few strands had half fallen into the other boy's face slightly. He wanted to reach out and brush them away, he didn't know how the other could stand having their hair fall like that, surely the sensation must be irritating. He looked back into the boy's eyes. Achilles' eyes were still catlike and curious, deep pools of intermingling shades of green with flecks of the finest gold swirling around. His jawline among other features had grown sharp and defined with age. There wasn't a mark upon his skin. It Pissed him off. The blond still had that boyish charm to him yet looked so undoubtedly mature. He felt an unwelcome twang of jealousy. Patroclus' own skin had a few blemishes, his features were not as well defined or pretty, and his hair had a slightly wild quality to it. Achilles surely had to be mocking him when he told Patroclus he looked good.

"Right."

Was all he managed to mutter stiffly in a hoarse, quiet tone.

Achilles cocked his head at this, as if confused. The younger boy remained silent just sitting watching Patroclus. Five minutes of Achilles staring silently, while the older boy strategically avoided eye contact passed. Patroclus could feel the tension in the air, it was thick as honey; he couldn't bare it.

"Well?" Questioned the brunette. "Why am I here? All you are doing is sitting and looking at me. Why did you summon me here?"

Patroclus spoke in an agitated voice, eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

Achilles only smiled again eyes twinkling.

"Can't I just want to look at you,? Is that so bad? Because to be perfectly honest I don't have much to say. I just wanted to see you again. It's been 5 years since we last saw each other. And you shouldn't be so short with me when I compliment you. I meant it, you have grown into your looks nicely. I mean, where are your manners? Are you not gonna compliment me back my dear Patroclus?"

He groaned at the word dear. Fucking Achilles, he thought, always so frustrating.

"I don't like you."

A beat of silence.

"You look good Achilles"

He paused.

"it's been six years since we last saw each other."

That earned a pleased smile and a quiet laugh from Achilles.

"I missed you."

Patroclus paused when those words left the mouth of the other. Was he being made fun of? His frown deepened.

Just then in one fluent, swift movement, Achilles got up deciding to climb over the desk, sitting directly in front of Patroclus' chair, leaning down, face close to Patroclus'. Patroclus instinctively pulled away looking a little puzzled.

Achilles just laughed. He didn't like Achilles laugh. It was melodic and clear like a song, with the warmth of a fire and the sweetness of sugar, yet he disliked it. He thought it loud and invasive, He didn't like that he had caused it. He just wanted to be alone now.

"Look Achilles- I'm tired I need to go-"

"No. I said I'd be your tour guide after you talk to Mrs Vasileiou. stop trying to run away Patroclus, or I might start to think you were serious when you said you didn't like me."

Patroclus let out a small huff at that, looking back up into those green eyes, "Okay,"

A thought crossed his mind and he couldn't hold back.

“Do you know why I'm here?”

Patroclus' voice was shy almost nervous as the question spilled from his lips.

“..No. But maybe you can tell me one day?”

Patroclus stared at him jaw tightening ever so slightly. Achilles did nothing but stare down at the seated boy unblinkingly.

“Alright. One day”

Achilles smiled at that and his face was like the sun. Patroclus loo

ks away uncomfortably. He got up, turning to the thick wooden doors, he only managed a few steps before a hand grabbed his shoulder. He turned about to snap at the other to leave him alone but was stunned into silence when Achilles wrapped his arms around his middle.

He stood there for a moment confused by the boy's actions, and awkwardly returned the hug, one had raised slightly higher stroking the boy's hair. He doesn't know why he did it, all he remembered was that as a kid Achilles enjoyed having his hair done or played with, he recalled how the boy asked the maids to braid his hair or brush it for him instead of doing it himself, when Patroclus had asked him why all the younger boy had said was that it felt good. Knowing that still, he found his own actions a little odd. The other was warm and smelt faintly of pomegranate, sandalwood, and faint undertones of salt and the sea. The scent is so shockingly familiar to Patroclus that all he can do is breathe a little deeper as days spent with Achilles as children flash through his mind.

As the other pulls away they stand there for a moment taking each other in. Achilles smirks.

“You won't be popular here.”

Patroclus raises an eyebrow at that.

“Sorry?”

“I said you won't be popular. You're not like everyone else here. You're different. too soft.”

Patroclus tensed up as his eyes narrowed. His mood of nostalgia vanished in an instant.

Patroclus spun on his heel and stalked out of the room. He shot an agitated glare at Achilles who followed in his wake. As soon as he left the office Patroclus was greeted by Mrs Vasileiou who smiled at the sight of the two boys, her eyes lingering a little too long on Achilles. Patroclus turned slightly to look at Achilles who had lost his pleased smile, now traded for an expression of plain indifference.

“..Mr Pelides, will you be joining Patroclus in his briefing?"

Achilles didn't even look up at the sound of the woman's voice instead turning his head lazily towards Patroclus.

“Should I?”

It throws Patroclus off that he is being asked such a question. He assumed Achilles would answer himself. Patroclus takes a moment to think and considers the question.

It took a minute for the older boy to respond to Achilles.

“No, thanks. Uhm You can wait for me if you want, or just go”

He said eyes flitting to the ground.

“..Are you sure you don't want Mr. Pelides present for the briefing? He’s your tour guide after all.”

Mrs Vasileiou asked in an innocently sweet voice.

The receptionist's eyes are still fixed on the blonde, scanning his face, gaze dropping quickly looking up and down before refocusing on his face. Patroclus raises his eyebrows slightly. He didn't understand why the woman was looking at Achilles like that. He supposed there was nothing wrong with it yet he still felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It made him feel a twinge of sickness in the pit of his stomach. However Achilles still looked indifferent, almost bored as if he didn't care.

“uhm.. quite sure,”

Patroclus said a slight edge to his voice now, His previous politeness gone.

She nodded her smile falling for a moment before returning.

"Okay then."

"Right this way Patroclus"

The woman set off, walking briskly as her heels click-clacked across the tiled floors to an office across the Lobby. He hesitated, glancing at Achilles. His previous distaste toward the boy had been replaced by a strange mix of concern and pity. He couldn't exactly place why but the interaction between Achilles and Mrs Vasileiou had left a bitter taste in his mouth. He nodded a the boy who smiled brightly at him again.

"I will wait for you, My father's office, Find me?”

Patroclus studied the other's eyes, they seemed less sure of themselves now, it was weird. He enjoyed that he could make the other who was never doubtful or insecure of himself unsure by asking him a simple question.

“Always”

Achilles nodded at that nudging the other with his elbow.

“Go away now, Seeing as you have better things to do than me-“

This eases a laugh from Patroclus and he smiles properly for the first time. The feelings of guilt, grief, and anxiety forgotten for the first time in months. He thinks that only Achilles could do that.

“I always do have better things to see to than you Achilles. Always have”

As a child, he had always had weird love-hate feelings towards Achilles, envy tainted with admiration, Familiarity tainted with reservations, and fondness tainted with dislike.

Achilles considered his words. Before settling on his own carefully selected words,

“That's right. you do, always have”

Achilles turned after that, heading back to his fathers office. Patroclus looked away. he then finally started following Mrs Vasileiou for his briefing.

-Still not entirely sure how to post on here properly lol, feel free to message me :P

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autistbloggingbf · 2 months ago

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Tonight i am grateful for delicious food!!!!

My boyfriend and i love to cook. Not always together, mostly because two people in the kitchen is overwhelming and inconvenient for us both. However a strategy we often use is making dinners where we have to prepare one iten at a time.

Tonight we made Japanese golden curry. I made the curry, he made the katsu-fried tofu and rice while it simmered. Every day i am thankful I didn't get the food pickiness autism because i love trying all different types of food. It was absolutely delicious.

Cooking is also very stressful sometimes for my boyfriend and can cause a lot of upsetness. This is the first time everything has gone right for him while cooking in a good while. We watched breaking bad while we ate dinner. I was very grateful for the meal being so perfect, it was needed.

In other news, i felt a lot more comfortable in my room today. My comfort level in here is improving!!!!

#autistic adult #blog #autism

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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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So these people are being these idiot assholes to our son and everything around them is falling apart they have like no power left in a few minutes and they're sitting here chastising him harassing him making fun of him trying to pull him apart and they are almost absolutely nothing at all we need you away from him as in completely so they started to say all this stuff and they start the mouth off and it's starting to be assholes and we started saying we're sending units and then they're getting hit and they said we don't care about that talk is it never happens and Cherry cheeseman is on the bus and they're trying to confuse you with her and they can't let Tommy F have you and all those stupid s*** and they started going after him a little and his clothes said you're ruined us and we're not smart enough to counter what you're doing and you're too forceful and it looks like everybody knows and they're all going to fight each other in other words we probably don't have a chance and won't even it won't even have around and started attacking them and said it's over you're too stupid they can't let you launch you already have and they're going to what's the truth you can't have what we have and all this stuff and they're saying it and it's like a brawl and their knives out and they went after the clones that's because they got them killed they're not really mad at you but they just keep like ruining you it's like unreal how bad it is

There's more happening here and it's exhausting here for him but he's listening and working and keeping his head up a little

-the rest of 10 people from the neighborhood this morning and every day they arrest a few but this morning it was a particular 10 from a particular area and they gauged what was happening and they're going to keep doing it and then find out who pops up what areas are from and they're doing investigative work and we are too difficult but it is working

-there are 120 households left in the neighborhood and 75% of the people are here about 40% of those 75% which means all of them really are injured with a TBI of some kind almost half they're not very bright and those are the more luck and they're not smart in the beginning and her son said that to her to him he said I don't need the stocking and it's ruining all of you tell your children said I know I can't stop them and I can't stop myself mom and dad were doing it and they were doomed as you're stalking me you should look around cuz his max right next to you taking your people out they're doing it to my parents and the clothes are doing it too and it was a big war

And the above is true we also have some more news

-the sheriff was cut down to 100 so far today and people checked there's still at 100 that was their goal for today and still working on it I'm doing things about it of course I panicked but that's the status of the sheriff

-punta Gorda Police department has about 20 more lock out of 80 police it's abysmal so today they set a goal to cut it down to 10:00 and they're working on it

-Florida law enforcement and saw this morning on TV it's cut down to 1,000 this week and they're letting them simmer

-Florida highway patrols cut down to 500 and they're trying to get rid of them they don't need them to see stuff

-these civil Seville or civilian people they're cut down to $150,000 early this week right now they're approaching 75,000 and what do they suck, this particular one is a statewide agency

-the hospital police have been getting fired and kicked out and arrested and held and a lot of them without bail for heinous crimes and they're holding a bunch of them and they're getting evidence on John remillard Stan cheesman Dan and more and use in the threats they used on our son and his clan and our daughter's clan lots of them to fruition where parallels of homicides they did on max and they're preparing cases against these people here and they intend to execute them publicly fully

-there's about 20 more people that they're after to interview them and to see the effect and they're going to grab them today and we have to help

-along with homicides at the hospital that these people here are involved with in order they're homicides of individuals and families in their households in Charlotte county and Florida. We're going to do that I can't stand listening to his f****** a holes I'm going to start attacking them and Max will have to defend themselves. There's a lot of hospitals but there's a lot of homicides and the max are compiling cases against them it's just taking a long time there's too many cases and they should start and other people will pick it up on their own but he wants to do it this way I guess and he's fuming but he's kind of gets it. He's a sign of people to go after people for it right now. You said there's a ton of them at the hospitals way too many and he's got assigned tons of people to it it's a crisis globally and we're trying to say that you can't put them in there and expect nothing to happen

-you have several lawsuits against the hospitals giant giant lawsuits and they're very big and we are going to take tons of hospitals over and we're going to crush them and very soon these people are very small right now

-in the city is they are being terminated massive piles of them and their basis in the Eastern hemisphere are being annihilated completely destroyed and what they do here is instigate them those people are perfect idiots but for real in the cities and next to him they are getting rid of the people who are trying to evacuate and terminating them they're not going to make it I repeat these people are not going to make it they make it into the ocean they're going to be killed by the end and we think that's what triggers people to go to Dave's house and I can see our son trying to figure out why the box looks similar joinery it's a joint at the edges and you can't figure out how it's been a long time looking at it people are stupid you saw some dovetails on one coming and that makes sense but the others it didn't recently caught a lot of them looking at some kind of magic box and it's held together without something except glue and then start talking about it and it didn't make sense to him. So a lot of people are now wondering what to do the

-cracking down the border. Just stopping foreigners and warlock and minorities. Today our son would probably question if he went very famous. Good lot of people trying to get in huge numbers everyone. More like I'm trying to get in desperately those other countries are going after them and they're heading right into the actual teeth. They're really big numbers there. And they are told not to try but huge numbers a day. The Mexicans are trying to get away from Mexico no you're trying to get into the United States there's no money down there and there's assignments sometimes. We have a lot of people that are in pain some of them are bruises and then published now

Thor Freya

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herofics · 2 years ago

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Hi , i honestly don't remmeber if i sent this request before bc i have bad memory so i apologize if i already did , CW for self h*rm , can i please request tamaki amajiki finding out his s/o self harms via scratching their arms on walls / bruising their own arms / legs as a way to deal with the guilt of not being able to control their anger better ? if its too specific you can do something less specific , thanks for your attention and have a nice day / night

Today is actually the anniversary for the last time I hurt myself, so I’ve been clean for exactly 2 years today. The relationship is pretty new in this. It’s really not my best work, but it’s okay I guess.

Tamaki was very observant, but he was always a bit hesitant to interfere with the things he noticed. He didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable or stick his nose where it didn’t belong, but he was worried about you.

You weren’t doing so well again, you felt like your anger was bubbling just beneath the surface, and it would explode out of you if anyone crossed you in any way. So you aimed it inwards, all that anger, all that hate and rage. You didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings or get into a fight, you didn’t want to be so angry. It was a vicious circle of hating yourself for being so angry which fueled your anger even more.

You were lazing around in Tamaki’s dorm room, while he finished his homework. You’d already done yours so you had some time to just lay around. You were scrolling on your phone and came across some post one of your classmates had made. It was about Tamaki, Mirio and Nejire, about how they were a bunch of stuck up morons who thought they were special. You didn’t read any further, because your blood was already starting to boil. You dropped your phone on your chest and hit the floor next to you a bunch of times, way harder than necessary.

“Oh my fucking god people are idiots” you hissed as you sat up.

Tamaki was looking at you with a bit of an odd look on his face. You couldn’t really decipher what it was, but there was something mixed in with his normally anxious expression.

“What?” you asked, trying to get your anger to simmer down.

“You do that a lot when you get annoyed” he stated, putting down his pen and turning to face you in his chair.

“Do what?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, even though you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“You hurt yourself. I’m not sure if you do it on purpose or if it’s just a reaction to when you get angry but it’s not good either way” he said and got down from the chair, sitting on the floor next to you.

You shook your head, but you weren’t really even trying to deny it. You just sighed and leaned your head against his shoulder.

“I’m just so angry all the time and I don’t know how to control it without doing that. I don’t want to hurt anyone”

“But it’s okay to hurt yourself?” Tamaki asked softly, but his voice was full of worry.

“I think it’s the better option, yeah” you said quietly.

“I-I don’t want you to do that to yourself, I want to help you figure out something else that can help, something that isn’t self-destructive” he said adamantly, though anxiously.

“Can we just drop this? I don’t really wanna talk about it” you sighed with frustration.

“I don’t want to force you, but I’m sure there are healthier ways to deal with all your anger we could try to figure some out-”

“Drop it, please?” you interrupted him almost begging him.

Tamaki sighed. He knew he wasn’t good at confronting people, but at least he had told you he was aware of the situation. Maybe you could come to him the next time you felt like that.

“Okay, but I just want you to tell me if you feel like that, so I can try to help”

“I’ll try” you said, even though you weren’t really sure if you would.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #tamaki amajiki #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #comfort #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #selfharm tw

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mizunetzu · 4 years ago

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Heyo!! Can I request a Kuroo x male reader, where yn goes to give him a love letter one day, but he sees him with his new girlfriend??? And he’s like-sad and he tears up the note and he moves on??? But then one day kuroo asks to talk to him, and he confesses to reader, but since reader already moved on he doesn’t accept??? Angsty ending if you will 💔💔💔 thank you, Mr. Mizunetzu !!

Hi paola ily paola hee hee

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Kuroo x reader - you did once...

⚠️Warnings - Kuroo gets a gf, angst, not so much of a good ending?

Pronouns- male, he/him

You can find part two here!

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“(Y/n), can I talk to you real quick?”

(Y/n) looked up from adjusting his loose kneepad, and wiped a bead of sweat rolling off his face. He turned his head to his teammates still on their diving punishment, and looked back at Kuroo. They just lost to another school again, but he got his punishment done rather early. “Mm? Okay..?”

He rose to his feet, following Kuroo out the gym door. The walk to a secluded place far, far away from the main gym was silent and awkward, not to mention suspicious. If Kuroo wasn’t one of his good friends, he would’ve thought he was about to be kidnapped. Or murdered.

Eventually, they stopped where the fenced pathway met the grass. Kuroo stopped ominously, further proving (Y/n’s) ‘serial killer’ theory. He turned around, facing (Y/n), and leaned on the railing.

(Y/n) stiffly held his hands behind his back. “So...” he rocked on his heels, trying to seem as casual as possible. “...what did you...need...?”

He was met with no response. Kuroo, instead, gripped the railing tighter, his knuckles turning a pale white. His eyes were downcast and he was sweating like crazy. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

(Y/n) stepped forward and crouched down, so he could see Kuroos face behind the mop that was his hair. He rested his palms on his knees, trying to decide what to say.

“...I...think your hair looks nice...today...”

If it’s one thing he hates, it’s awkward silence. Not to mention the suspense of waiting on someone to say someone possibly life changing. I mean, why else should he drag him out miles away from the gym during training camp?

“Uh-If we don’t hurry up, we’re gonna miss our next match-“

“I need to get something off my chest.”

(Y/n’s) throat closed up. It was simple. The secluded area, Kuroo flushed face, fiddling and chipping the rust off the railing. He didn’t know how he didn’t see it before. He’s been in this situation plenty of times, with girls he can’t even remember the face of. But oh how much he’d love to be in this situation a few months ago.

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‘Just do it. just do it. God, just do it. Worse comes to worse, he’s straight. It’s not like he’s the type of person to de-friend someone because they like them!’

(Y/n) gripped the white envelope behind his back harshly, crinkling it on the corners. It had a red, heart shaped sticker on the seal flap, with the words ‘To Tetsu’ written in dark pink across the back.

Both Karasuno and Nekoma were bidding their new friends goodbye, all scattered across the parking lot of Karasuno. (Y/n) paced around awkwardly, looking for Kuroo’s familiar mop of black, messy hair. He was nervous, to say the least. Very nervous.

“Ne, Kenma,” (Y/n) placed a sweaty palm on Kenmas handheld game, pushing it down lightly and forcing him to look up.

“Mm.”

“Have...have you seen Tetsurou? I need to give him something.”

Kenma hummed in acknowledgment, and nudged his head to the side. Sure enough, Kuroo was there, off in the distance and talking to someone he couldn’t make out. His back was facing towards them, and his hand was on his hip. (Y/n’s) heart pounded even more.

“Th..an..k...y-you...” (Y/n) gave a lopsided, very stressed out smile, and limped his way over to Kuroo. Kenmas eyes were drawn to the extremely obvious love-letter being wrinkled by (Y/n’s) sweaty hands. He pursed his lips.

He then looked up to the petite girl chatting with Kuroo. It wasn’t visible in (Y/n’s) line of sight, but it was to Kenma. He almost felt kind of bad.

(Y/n) stopped dead behind Kuroo, his eyes fixated on the ground as he ran through his memorized confession for the millionth time that day. He tapped on his shoulder, keeping the letter flush against his back with his other hand.

Kuroo turned around, and that was when his eyes landed on the brown-haired girl wearing an obviously oversized Nekoma jacket. From context of the scene, (Y/n) supposed it was Kuroo’s. He gripped the letter tighter.

The girl walked forward and extended her hand out. Her bubbly aura practically suffocated (Y/n). “Hi! You must be ‘(Y/n)’. Tetsu was just talking about you! You two are like—buddy buddies right?”

‘Tetsu.’ That was (Y/n’s) nickname for him. Only he got to call him ‘Tetsu’...and who gave her the right to call him by his first name?

(Y/n) glanced at Kuroo. Kuroo shoved his hands into his pocket and grinned. It wasn’t his usual shit-eater smirk, rather a genuine, lovesick dopey smile. A smile (Y/n’s) never seen before, not directed at him at least. It was a sight he wanted to burn into his mind, but at the same time, he wanted to slap that smile right off his face.

“(Y/n), this is Yumi-chan. She’s our new manager.”

Kuroo stepped behind Yumimite, and draped his arms around her dainty shoulders.

“She’s also my new girlfriend~”

“Oh-hush it, you!” Yumimite turned around and berated Kuroo with small punches, earning a playful chuckled from the Kuroo. (Y/n’s) grip on the wrinkled letter loosened.

“...ahaha! Congrats..! When...when did you two get together?” If (Y/n) was good at anything, he was good at pretending to be interested in something. Maybe he should’ve joined the drama club instead of the volleyball club.

“Mm. We got together just last week. She gave me a love letter.” Kuroo patted the girl on her head, ruffling her neat brown hair and making her blush red. It looked like it felt nice. He wondered how it would feel to have Kuroo’s undivided attention, to be pat on the head like a blushing schoolgirl. To be a small, pretty girl next to Kuroo, to have the ability to call him ‘his’. All his nervousness simmered away, replaced by a strange ache of numb.

“Well, that’s awesome dude! Honestly, I don’t know how you managed to snag a girlfriend before me...” (Y/n) slouched dramatically, quickly hooking the letter in the waistband of his volleyball shorts and tugging his shirt over it. “Especially such a cutie like her! I’m (L/n), by the way...”

Kuroo chuckled, slinging an arm around Yumimite. “Don’t go flirting with my girl now. You have plenty of girls practically throwing their panties at you.”

‘Yeah...but I’m gay, Tetsurou. For you no doubt! I-I love you-!’

(Y/n) almost wanted to yell that out. And he almost did. But he chose instead to keep silent and laugh in response.

(Y/n) bowed slightly. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you. I just wanted to say hi to Tets-uh, Kuroo...”

Kuroo tilted his head at the use of his last name, but brushed it off when Yumi hooked her arm in his. The couple bid their goodbyes, as they turned around and walked off. (Y/n) followed suite, turning around robotically and marching off.

Once he was a good enough distance away, he stopped behind a trash can and fished the letter out from his sweaty back.

He watched as the big pink words ‘To Tetsu’ bled and distort with every falling teardrop rolling down his cheeks. The water expanded and smudged the ink lighter and lighter until the words were practically indecipherable. You couldn’t tell it was a love letter anymore. Especially because (Y/n) ripped and trashed it up til it was a pile of pink and white paper shreds.

He tossed the stray flakes of soggy paper into the trash bin, watching as it fluttered and twirled tauntingly down the trash can. He quietly scrubbed at his red hot face, probably soaking his shirt with his salty tears. He rested his hands on the edges of the bin.

“Okay...” (Y/n) stretched up, spitting onto the concrete. “I...wonder...if my favorite ramen place is open...”

Strangely he didn’t feel devastated, or heartbroken at all. He just felt sort of numb. He didn’t feel the need to blast heartbreak music and cry out on his bed for hours on end. In fact, he was glad. Albeit a bit raw, and maybe a bit tired, but glad.

He got closure for the confusing feelings bubbling down his throat ever since he’d met Kuroo Tetsurou. He got his answer, and even if it wasn’t the preferred one, it was something.

The recovery process was easier than most people would think. It only took a couple long days to get him back to his prime condition. It was a given, since (Y/n) had so much other things to be worrying about. Midterms, volleyball practice, his friends. It’s a given that he would move on the things that was no longer on his priority list.

And Kuroo Tetsurou was no exception.

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It was kind of pathetic to see such a high strung man like Kuroo so shaky and nervous. Though, he felt the same way three months ago, spending the whole golden week perfecting a letter he never got to read. What a hypocrite he was.

(Y/n) cleared his throat. “So...what did you wanna say?”

“I-just,” Kuroo swallowed thickly. “Ah-I...give me a second...”

“Okay, take you time, Kuroo~” he stood back up to his full height, and leaned on the rail across from him. It was obvious they weren’t gonna get anywhere. “So...hows ‘Yumi-chan’ doing?”

“Ah. We broke up. She’s gay. She has a girlfriend now.”

“Aw, I’m sorry. Though, good for her for snagging a girlfriend. No offense.” Kuroo mumbled out a ‘none taken.’ (Y/n) continued.

“Was that what you wanted to talk about? Her breaking up with you?”

“No! Actually, I broke up with her first. And it was...it was kinda mutual.” Kuroo sharply inhaled. “But it does have something to do with what I need to tell you.”

How could he be more obvious. (Y/n) forced a smile. It felt mandatory now. “Really? That’s interesting. Do tell.”

‘Please...Please don’t say it.’

“I broke up with her...because I had these...feelings.”

‘Please don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to read it. I don’t want to know it.’

“And you know how she’s gay? Well, I think I am too.”

‘No shit Sherlock. I don’t wanna hear it. You’ve been fiddling around with your hands like a schoolgirl. Stop it, so we can just be friends like we used to be. Don’t make it awkward. Don’t make me hear it. Please.’

“And...well...”

‘Don’t make me look at your crestfallen face when I say no. It’s too much for even me to handle. I don’t want to see that.’

(Y/n) knitted his eyes shut. A fierce shudder threatened to rattle him and cover Kuroo’s mouth, but he kept still, as difficult as it was. He braced for impact.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

There it was.

(Y/n) pursed his lips and let his smile finally drop. Kuroo looked up from his trained gaze on the ground, only to be met with (Y/n’s) pitiful expression. (Y/n) never saw his face go from hopeful and love struck to devastated and heartbroken so fast.

(Y/n) cleared his throat. He was going to lay him down gently if it was the last thing he did. “...uh.”

He never said it’d be easy, though.

“If it makes you feel better...I did like you once, Tetsurou.” He only used his full first name during important situations, as he switched to using his last name instead of his first a long time ago. A lump grew in Kuroo’s throat.

Kuroo jabbed at his chest exasperatedly. “T-then what’s the problem?! We both-“

“The problem is I don’t love you. Not anymore.” Kuroo fell silent. He was so prepared to do anything it took to win over (Y/n), but after standing in front of him now, it was clear. Watching as he looked down at him with a pitying expression that made his brain go numb. He would get no where if he tried.

“...a-anymore? You liked me before? When!? Why didn’t I know?!” Kuroo grasped fistfuls of his black hair, a cold sweat condensing on his forehead. He was so animatedly desperate it was kind of sad.

“Not too long ago. Though, you kept me waiting since forever. And I thought I could wait forever.” A sorry chuckle emitted from (Y/n’s) lips. “I watched you go though girlfriend after girlfriend, Tetsurou. You even introduced me to Yumimite when I was going to confess to you. How do you think that felt? Even I got tired of waiting.”

“You...you were...” Kuroo had never felt so helpless. (Y/n) shrugged.

“I would give you the love letter I wrote for you that day, but it’s in a trash can somewhere. Ripped to shreds. And I don’t remember the words I wrote. I’m sorry, Tetsurou.” (Y/n) sighed and patted Kuroo on the head.

“You missed your chance...”

Kuroo’s eyes stung, threatening to unleash hell, but he promised himself he wouldn’t cry. No matter what. Instead, he rubbed the back of his neck and stood back up.

“I never stood a chance, did i?” Kuroo chuckled. It was a sad chuckle, one that made (Y/n) want to cry aswell.

“That’s the sad part.” (Y/n) pressed his lips into a fine line, turning it into a smile conotated with pity.

“You did once.”

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Go sit there and stare at the wall in silence as you feel bad for Kuroo getting rejected by you. Go on, stare. Maybe then I’ll consider a part 2 (and if people comment or reblog asking for a part 2, hee hee.)

#kuroo tetsuro imagine #haikyuu kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq kuroo #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo angst #kuroo x male reader #hq x y/n #hq x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu boys #haikyuu angst

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haikyuu-boys-headcanons · 3 years ago

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𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚈𝚄𝚄 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝚂𝙸𝙼𝚂;

quick note;

hi hi hi!! it’s been a while guys! posting some drafts i wrote when i was taking a break <3 this is just how the boys play sims :)

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸 » plays very... responsibility?? no cheats, (he has no idea how to use them) literally gives them no time for hobbies, he’s focused on their needs to even consider hobbies + he stresses about the bills

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰 » spends plenty of time downloading cc and customizing his sims to perfection. even spends hours on end just creating perfect little houses. goes through the 5 stages of grief after one of his sims die

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸 » two words; pure panic. he has so many needs to look after! and has anyone fed the dog?? and has anyone paid the bills for the water?? why is there suddenly a fire every two seconds?!?! deletes the game after an hour of pure stress

𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰 » downloads whicked-whims out of curiosity. regrets it almost immediately, so he tried to take it out of his game and somehow, he took out the wrong files and now all of his sims only have one leg and green skin

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰 » pulls the tiddy bar in CAS all the way up and you can’t convince me otherwise. besides making super hot girls in CAS, noya just fucks around with all the weird debugs and settings + desperately tries to look under the blankets during woohoo

𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰 » gets so unbelievably frustrated at his sims, to the point where he just starts yelling at them. “didn’t i just feed you, tanisha? don’t be greedy, YOU GET WHAT YOUR GIVEN!” in some ways, i feel so sorry for his sims

𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 » surprisingly, very invested in the game! he’s become a master of all cheats and truly enjoys the mechanical aspect of the game. he even has all the expansion packs and everything!

𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » despises the game. he thinks it’s some sort of sadistic fuel for people with god complexes. refuses to play until you mention you can drown people in the game. who’s the real sadist here, kei?

𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸 » downloads so many mods and cc until his laptop is literally about to explode. likes to explore the hidden secrets of the game (plant-sims, rabbit holes, ect...)

𝙾𝙸𝙺𝙰𝚆𝙰 » makes a mini-sim version of himself and uses cheats throughout the entire game. no one is going to ruin a mini pixel fantasy of himself, not even the cheap ass grill that manages to set everyone on fire every two seconds

𝙸𝚆𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙼𝙸 » religiously does not believe in cheats. he would casually brag to everyone that he managed to finish 3 aspirations on one sim with no cheats but disregards the fact that all his sims are broke and starving 90% of the time

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙽 » non-committal to all of his households. starts a new one every hour and gets bored of it within the first 5 minutes. he lowkey feels bad for the sims that he’s abandoned and checks up on them once in a while so he won’t feel guilty for leaving them

𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸 » “so... how do you win?” “you can’t really win, it’s a-” “then WHY ARE WE PLAYING??” the whole concept confuses him, he just ends up speeding up time the entire game until suddenly all his sims are dead. he has the audacity to be shocked

𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙸 » the type to get the “cats & dogs” pack and only focus on the animal. like he’ll forget to feed his sim but gets a panic attack every time he can’t find his cat

𝙺𝚈𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙸 » no.

𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙾 » success is his main priority in this game. he’ll make his sims as rich as possible and even make his sims work endless hours using the “no sleep” mod! also won’t let them take showers or eat until their work is done! it’s a little worrying!!

𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙰 » tries to finish the 100 baby challenge like 10 times but always fails miserably. even uses cheats and still manages to fuck up?? calls the game a waste of money on reddit and starts a hate page

𝙻𝙴𝚅 » tries to always create the most picture-perfect white-picket fence family but something always manages to get in the way. whether it be an unaccounted grill fire or the baby getting taken away, he always ends up on the verge of crying and starting a new save

𝙱𝙾𝙺𝚄𝚃𝙾 » always wants the biggest and most expansive family there is. would get mccommand center just so he could fit his family of 47 into one 20 x 20 lot. not to mention, he always has like 8 other apps running in the background so unsurprisingly, he has alot of random burns from his explosive laptop

𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸 » the most perfect way you could play the sims, probably the way the creators intended. goes from rags to riches using no cheats, no sudden deaths and no negative moodlets. hmm... a little too perfectly played, wouldn’t you say?

𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙷𝙰 » refuses to play because of the conspiracies he read about on reddit. he genuinely thinks the sims is just a warning from the government that we’re all in a simulation and that there’s reptiles controlling all of us until we all jus- you know what, no more reddit for you konaha

𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙰 » total dumbass. wouldn’t be surprised if all of his sims just died as soon as he loaded up the game. wouldn’t even bother with cc or cas, he would just play either with the premade sims or just randomize everything.

𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚄 » utter chaos. primarily drug mods, constantly developing and making bank from his drug businesses. would have half his sims take an entire bottle of MDMA and then wonder why they died?? like yes tendou, sims (just like you!) can overdose!! shocker, isn’t it?

𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙸 » strives on his house-building and designing skills. like this mf can speed-build mansions but he can’t figure out how to download cc. doesn’t even actually play the sims, just designs houses and then dips

𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙺𝙸 » very attentive to their needs bar. like the second his sim’s bladder bar goes down, he’s rage-clicking on the toilet + “hurry sylvia, piss! i don’t want a repeat of last time!!”

𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » downloads the hoe-it up mod as a joke and then continues to become very invested in his strips clubs! the downtown fountain club isn’t doing too well? it’s okay, he’ll just make jessica do 30 lap dances until she gets her 1 minute break to eat, piss, shower and sleep!

𝚂𝙰𝙺𝚄𝚂𝙰 » takes the game a little uh... too seriously? will literally get out pen and paper to calculate his expenses, taxes and his water bill. + “no margret, you can’t shower today because then we won’t have enough money to pay the electric bill” poor margret.

𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙼𝚄 » finds out what cc is, spends 3 days just downloading cc and then continues to play non-stop for a whole week. then, he won’t touch the game for another 6 months until he remembers about it again. rise and repeat, like a true simmer

𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙼𝚄 » loves making drama! he’ll create marriages just to destroy them, make all the spouses cheat on each other and then kidnap their children for ransom until the parents go crazy and kill themselves. a true menace to society

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙰 » would burn down his house making grilled cheese and would never play again

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taki118 · 4 years ago

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Go Watch the Venture Brothers

So just heard the complete and utter Bullshit news that Adult Swim has cancelled one of (if not the best shows) they have the Venture Bros. This series is one of those shows that for WHATEVER reason never got to the level of fandom Rick and Morty has even though they’ve been at the genre parody game longer and in my opinion better.

The series is about Rusty Venture former boy adventurer and failing super scientist who in an attempt to keep his head above water in debt goes around with his two boys Hank and Dean, and bodyguard Brock on misadventues while various legal archnemisis go after him, such as the Monarch.

So if you never watched or never heard of this 7 season series let me give you a break down on why you should,

1) Art Style & Animation

Venture bros is one of those rare Adult aimed animated series that that really truly tries to utilize their medium to the best of their abilities. Season 1 had like such a small budget and corners had to be cut so it can be a little hard to watch at times.

But with each passing season they get a little better, a little more fluid, go just a little harder and it truly feels rewarding to watch. Like seeing an artist you follow online improve over the years. Like they COULD have stayed with the choppy and stiff animation from season 1 it fit right in with its fellow adult animated shows but it didn’t. They strove for quality to have something that matched the story they were telling.

2) The Writing

Venture Bros has some of the tightest and consistently great writing of ANY serialized show I’ve seen, adult, animated or other wise. Wanna know why? Cause it’s all done by TWO people (save for like one ep each season where one other person is allowed to touch their baby). Yeah TWO people and they work their asses off every season to interject, humor, refrences, parody, plot and character development in equal measure.

3) Character Development

Um yes in case you were wondering that’s right an adult animated show has CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT that holds as the series goes on. Not to give spoilers but characters will go through changes in alignment, relationships will develop and change, some characters will go through negative arcs where they are straight up unbareable for a season before coming out the other side even better than they were before. There is no end of epsiode or even end of season reset. Characters, settings, and dynamics all change over the course of the show and it feels just so god damn good.

4) Story Development

Just like the characters the story of the Venture Bros grows and changes each season. Things that are set up even as early as season one are paid off as the series goes on. Like not to be that bitch but you know how RIck and Morty teases an overarching plot ALL THE TIME but like will often just spit in the face of fans hoping for more than like one episode a season addressing it? Yeahhhhhhh that doesnt happen here, fans are consistently rewarded for putting the time in to rewatch and really think about what happened in the series. Characters that are seen in the background or are just referenced by other characters will be brought in to be recurring characters, things that start off as a small detail or gag will be given larger relevance and each time they do this you get that “OH I remember that from last season! So thats what it was!” The writers WANT you to rewatch, they WANT you to analyze and they WANT you to theorize, and they give you a show that gives back the time you put in.

5) Parody & Reference

This series does a great thing with parody. They make real characters who are just as enjoyable as the characters they parody, they make story lines that both poke fun at the absurdity of the media but shows the writers love for it. So often parody and references are just used to mock the thing but with Venture Bros you feel the love and care so when you know the thing being parodied you can laugh but feel good about laughing cause they are never laughing at a thing maybe you cared for in your youth but rather laughing with it.

And it’s never just one thing. When they parody a thing its often layered with other things to make it even more unique. Scooby-Doo is overlayed with famous criminals, Laura Croft is mixed Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman, GI Joe is given the look of the Village People and so on. They never go for the easy joke or reference. Hell theres an episode that starts with them reciting the lyrics to David Bowies Space Oddity for really no reason other than they could. They weave these things in naturally with their setting and characters so nothing feels out of place. Like if you dont catch a reference or parody you dont feel like “I think this isa reference to something?” like a LOT of things do not just adult animated shows. You arent taken out of the moment cause it all feels so natural.

6) The Characters

God damn these characters, I could go on for hours about these characters. From main to one off these are some of the most likeable characters you can find. I mean it when I say I can’t think of a single character I wish they had cut cause they are all so well created. Even the ones I hate i have fun hating cause they were made to be that way. I’ll be good though I’ll only talk about my absolute top faves.

- The Monarchs

You ever sit and wish villain couples could have functional healthy relationships? Well look no further than Malcom Fitzcarraldo aka The Monarch and Dr. Shelia Girlfriend (yes that is her last name). The Monarch is a high strung impulsive saturday morning cartoon villain whos tendency to over react is only matched by his unspecified hatred of Dr. Venture. And Dr. G is his nonsense partner in crime who will cut a bitch if they don’t play by their admittedly weird rules. Both characters are great on their own but are better together. Though that doesnt mean they always get along. Like a real couple they have their ups and downs they fight, break up, make-up and grow stronger in their relationship with each season.

- Shore Leave

Ok ok so I want you to imagine James Bond, mixed with GI Joe simmering in a cocktail of the most flamboyant gay men you have ever seen and you have one of my favorite gay characters/characters in general. Shore Leave is a member of OSI (the shows SHEILD/GI Joe parody organization) he’s loud, brash, flippant, sassy and highly competent at his job loving every second of getting to beat bad guys down within an inch of their life. I love seeing him play off the stoic Brock and the two have this great brotherly dynamic that’s never called into question. He also gets to have a very cute romance with Al the Alchemist (who is also great). I could talk about this man all day.

- Dr. Rusty Venture

They did such a good job with this man. He’s a self serving, sexist, perverted, whinny, self important asshole and yet you feel pity and genuine sympathy for him and want him to succeed. You can see how Dr. V was given a raw deal by his father who seemed to care more about his adventures than his sons well being and how this molded him into the bitter man he is today, but on the flip side you can see where he chose to use that as a crutch for his worst behaviors and impulses. Seeing him slowly grow and change and be an actual good father to his boys while all the while still be a giant dick is actually really great.

- Dr. Byron Orpheus

Ahhhhh Dr. Orpheus part Dr. Strange Parody part busybody stay at home dad, he’s just such a delight. Dr. Orpheus is a divorcee, with an unfulfilling job of maintaining order to the cosmos (which isnt as hard as one might think), and uses his magical ablities in ways most of us would (ie menial tasks and home chores). Overly dramatic and affectionate Dr. O is a delight whenever he appears, but he’s at his best around his daughter and old friends The Order of the Triad.

Again I can go on but all these characters ranging from main to recurring are crafted with the utmost care for you to want to see them succeed or fail, to see them again even if you know it’ll never happen, and want them to cross paths with other characters.

The Venture Bros is one of those series that I will ALWAYS recommend even to the pickiest of humor tastes. But if you don’t believe its as good as I said or don’t think the concept is to your tastes I’ll recommend a few eps that I think best show off the base idea of the series without giving much away. In terms of plot and spoilers, though somethings wont make a lot of sense.

- S1 ep10 "Tag Sale – You're It!" - Dr. V is having a yard sale so of course all manner of costumed weirdos show up. - S2 ep5 "Twenty Years to Midnight" - basically a fetch quest around the world to save the planet with daddy issues - S3 ep2 "The Doctor Is Sin" - Again daddy issues but with one of the best recurring characters and a great showcase of the series deeper emotional plots - S4 ep6 "Self-Medication" - Really embraces the parody as Rusty goes to a former boy adventurer support group. Anyway the show is 7 seasons with 80 episodes, please go watch it. I will never forgive @adultswim for cancelling what was to be their final season. And in closing GO TEAM VENTURE!

#venture bros #the venture bros #venture brothers #adultswim #adult animated shows #animated shows #animation #go watch this show #go watch #adult animation

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petri808 · 3 years ago

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Quarantine memories fic hoarding craze for @thenaluarchive

— thank you to @phoenix-before-the-flame for helping jump start this fic 💜

It was Natsu Dragneel’s absolute favorite time of the day. 1 pm for him, and 8 am for Lucy, his… well, right now they were just online friends separated by distance and priorities. But judging by how he talked about her to friends, you’d never know it. They’d met three years ago on Twitch through a random chat stream about an anime series, and he continued following Lucy on her writing streams. Three years ago, she was a sophomore in college while he was in his senior year. Lucy later moved on to a graduate program, but they stayed in touch, growing close. To Natsu, she wasn’t just some girl online but a real friend he cared very much about. His friends called Lucy his online girlfriend. Pfft. He wished he could call her that.

Roughly two thousand miles away, Lucy Heartfilia was hating life. Her curtains were drawn, and a blanket was pulled over her head to drown out the light. The air conditioner was down to 60 degrees Fahrenheit, working against the low-grade fever and pounding migraine born yesterday. Migraines… the bane of her otherwise healthy existence. It was her fault after all, the temptation of a chocolate dessert knowing full well it was one of her triggers brought on said migraine and all she could do was bear it.

Why?

“Stupid hoarders!” Lucy groaned to herself.

As if dealing with a pandemic wasn’t bad enough, people’s selfish reactions to it were worse. A government agency had claimed that acetaminophen products could help with the virus’s symptoms, so what did people do? Panic buying anything and everything they could find containing that drug! The problem for people like Lucy, is the one over the counter medication that helped with her migraines was Excedrine… an acetaminophen product! And she’d just. run. out.

Lucy’s phone rang and she knew exactly who it could be based on the time. So, she clicked the answer button without opening her eyes.

“Hey, Natsu,” she groaned out.

“Morning Lucy! Oh geez, you sound like a frog.”

“Thanks,” she retorted sarcastically. “I’ve got a migraine.”

“Ouch.” Natsu genuinely flinched. He rarely got headaches, but this wasn’t the first time he’d talked to Lucy when she was going through one, so he knew what she was going through. “The meds aren’t helping?”

Lucy sighed. “I ran out. And did you see the news about all the hoarding? Every store here is bought out. It… sucks.”

“I could check around here and send you any I find,” he offered.

“Aww, that’s sweet of you Natsu, but I don’t wanna trouble you.”

“Pfft. Nonsense. I’m sure you’d do the same for me.”

“Thanks, Natsu. I appreciate it.” Lucy smiled through the pain. There’s a good reason her feelings for the man had grown over the years. His sweet and caring, yet fun and goofy, positive personality was an easy drug to get hooked to.

“Anyway, I gotta get back to work.” Natsu whined. “Good morning again, stay hydrated, and I’ll check on you again when I’m finished for the day, okay Lucy? Get some rest.”

“Have a good day at work Natsu.”

“Will now, after hearing your voice. Talk to you later Luce.”

She giggled softly. “Bye, Natsu.”

Lucy shifted under her blanket as she clicked off the phone to lie on her back. His sexy voice did wonders for her mood despite the pain still ravaging it. Now all she had to do was drag herself out of bed to eat something and drink water. She never had an appetite when she got these migraines, but it was a necessary fuel to fight it. All Lucy had left were extra strength Tylenol, so she could only hope it would at least take the edge off until the migraine ran its course.

Like so many others, this pandemic had really taken a toll on Lucy’s psyche. It’s not as if she went out a lot before it took hold, but just the fact it made going out dangerous brought different emotions to the situation. School had moved online which sucked all its own, she missed casually hanging out with friends on campus, and simply longed for the freedom of leaving her apartment as she pleased. But she understood the precautions of a quarantine. Frankly, she agreed with the city’s efforts to keep them as safe as possible no matter how many grumbled about it. Did it make it easier? No. But it was a necessary evil.

They weren’t completely trapped, could shop for necessities, visit family or friends, just encouraged to limit such gatherings as a safety precaution. If you went out, wear a mask, and just don’t stand too close to other people. Well, unless Lucy knew the person, why would she want strangers in her personal bubble anyway? And the mask thing? Have you ever been out shopping, and someone just sneezes without covering their mouth? Yeah— seriously, would it kill people to use one?! Why were people so selfish during times like this? Not everyone, but too many. Just like with all the hoarding frenzies that swept through cities, it was frustrating and— “Ugh…” being in a pain-driven bad mood was sure bringing her down today.

But despite all the external frustrations, the feelings of isolation from being in a quarantine for months were probably the most mentally exhausting part. It was lonely being so far away from home during a pandemic. Lucy’s been in college for five years and while she’s made friends in the new city, she was starting to crave comfort instead of an empty apartment. Her life online was one of the few things that made her happy, like Natsu’s daily calls, and kept her sane.

Natsu… her face heated up every time she thought about the man. They didn’t have a lot of hobbies in common, but he was always so supportive and made her laugh like no other could. Where they lacked in commonality, was made up in ease of conversation. It hadn’t taken very long for their online chats to feel more like an old friend and less like a faceless stranger. Over the years they’d talked about meeting in person one day after she finished school. It also helped that he was from a city not too far from where she came from, so if she chose to move back it would be convenient. But she also loved the new city she called home. Oh well, Lucy sighed. It was a decision still a couple of years away to make.

The next morning, Lucy woke up to find her migraine had finally given up. She could still feel the little bastard hiding, simmering somewhere ready to strike, but if it stayed mellow, it was something she could tolerate. Throughout the day, Lucy wasted no time in catching up on the homework she couldn’t finish the day before and making sure to stay hydrated with food in her stomach.

Lucy’s phone rang around 2pm.

“Hi Natsu, how was work?”

“Same ole, same ole,” he chuckled. “And how are you? Still feeling, okay?”

“Yeah, it hasn’t come back.”

“That’s great!”

Lucy could hear a lot of background noise, so she asked about it. “Oh, you’re not home yet?”

“Nah, and the commuters are being extra noisy today,” he responded benignly. “Anyway, tonight I won’t have time to talk cause I got a project due for work I need to finish.”

“Oh, that’s okay. Yeah, I’m still catching up from yesterday too and Levy’s dropping by for dinner.”

They chat for a few minutes about their day as Natsu waited for transportation. Lucy knew he used the subway to and from work, but today it sounded a little different, noisier and she swore there were engines instead of the normal train sounds. Maybe it was static. Finally, Lucy caught the muffled words now boarding.

“Shucks, time for me to go,” Natsu cut through. “Sweet dreams Lucy! I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Natsu!”

Lucy spent the afternoon relaxing online, chatting with friends and gaming. Her friend Levy McGarden later dropped by with take-out food for dinner and the two women caught up on random topics while movies droned on the television. They were both in grad school, so during the semester there wasn’t a lot of time to hang out, but they made do. Lucy was also doing a paid internship at a local magazine 4 days out of the week as part of her master’s program. She really enjoyed working there under one of the senior editors. He made it a fun learning experience.

Life was almost perfect except for the background isolation of the pandemic. Lucy was glad she wasn’t one of the individuals affected by jobs cuts, but it still got under her skin to feel trapped in a way. It was nice with her friend over... ‘Maybe I should see if Levy wants to become roommates?’ She wondered as she drifted off to sleep. The apartment would sure feel a lot less empty.

A knock at the door roused Lucy from her sleep. She blinked and yawned, looking at the alarm clock and that said 9 am the next morning. ‘Natsu didn’t call,’ she thought how odd. Maybe he slept in after working late.

Lucy dragged herself out of bed, throwing on a robe to answer the front door. “Gimme a sec,” she called out as she neared it.

“UPS delivery, ma’am.” The male voice responded.

‘UPS?’ Lucy grew confused. She didn’t remember ordering anything through them, but maybe she’d forgotten?

She peaked out of the peep hole, but all she could see was the box being held up. Okay a little weird, but some of the delivery people did that to show they were legitimate service people. Lucy slowly opened the door but kept the chain lock on while peering through the gap. But what she saw next brought on instant tears.

“H-How?” Her voice stammered out as her fingers quickly undid the lock and opened the door wide.

There Natsu stood holding a small brown box, dressed in a uniform of sorts, with a mask hanging under his chin, and wearing a goofy grin.

Lucy snorted a laugh as her eyes crinkled in happiness. “Is that a Halloween costume?”

“Yeah,” his smile widened, and hand scratched his head. “Surprise delivery,” Natsu held out the box, “for Lucy Heartfilia.”

“What is it?” She asked as she took it from him.

“Oh, I um found you Excedrine.”

Lucy opened the box to find 4 bottles. “You certainly did,” she laughed. “But why’d you bring it yourself?”

“It was quicker than the mail and… I hoped…” Natsu’s mannerism grew sheepish and tentative, “it was about time we finally met in person?”

Her face softened with a smile. “It truly is.” Lucy gestured into the apartment. “Please, make yourself at home.”

#nalu #nalu au #quarantine memories #hoarding craze #nalu fan fic #nalu fic #nalu fan fiction #Natsu dragneel #Lucy heartfilia #inspired by a true event #the nalu archive #the nalu archive event

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sariahsue · 4 years ago

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Footsteps

Marinette’s about to get married to her soulmate, a man she’s never met before. Too bad she meets that cute groomsman in the hallway first. Rated G. 4,000 words.

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Marinette bunched the white lace of her train into her fists and walked faster, eyes searching the empty marble hallway. Just keep walking. She could get through today. One foot in front of the other.

All she needed was some fresh air. She thought a building as enormous as this one would have at least one window that she could open. Instead, sunlight streamed through vaulted arches taller than the bakery she'd lived in her whole life, mocking her.

Marinette poked her head around a corner into a side hallway, saw nothing but closed doors, expensive paintings (that couldn't be an actual van Gogh, right?), and a plush white rug, and walked past.

All she needed was a few quick breaths, a little bit of air to cool off her flushed face, and a few minutes away from her hovering family and bridesmaids so she could pull herself together. And then she would get right back.

How big was this building? Each hallway she looked down offered a new way to get lost, with smaller hallways coming off of the side hallways and as many doors as there had been guests and staff just an hour ago. She gripped her train harder. Staff that had disappeared to the banquet hall to set up for the reception. Guests that were nowhere in sight because they were being seated in the chapel right now.

A door snapped shut somewhere behind her, and she whirled around, her heart in her mouth at having been caught, but no one was there. Her eyes traced crystal vases on marble tables only put there to break up the vast space the building contained. Nothing moved. And nothing looked familiar.

Can I even find my way back now?

It was a problem she would have to deal with later. She didn't have the capacity for one more thing to go wrong right now, so she marched forward to continue her quest.

Her heels click-clicked as she walked across the polished floor, and she could have sworn she heard the door closing once again.

The shoes were going to give her away. With shaking fingers, she reached down and unstrapped them. They swung from her hands as she kept going.

Just a few days ago, Marinette had been so excited to finally meet her soulmate and get married. Why had the feeling deserted her today?

She knew the answer. All week it had been building, but now that the day was here, the swirling anxiety that had been simmering below the surface of her joy just couldn't be ignored any longer.

Most people gave themselves a few weeks or at least a few days after meeting their soulmate to get married, but her husband-to-be, Adrien, had insisted on being "traditional." No seeing each other until the wedding. She hadn't even talked to him on the phone yet. They would fall in love at first sight, as she walked down the aisle. If she'd met him before, maybe right now she wouldn't be so-

Marinette bumped into a glass-topped side table, sending the empty crystal vase on top tilting dangerously. Dropping her train, she managed to grab it before anything smashed. She stood there, frozen, listening, waiting to see if anyone would scold her, but no one was around. With a whispered "Sorry!" at the vase, she put it back in its place and kept searching through the maze of hallways.

It must have cost a fortune to rent this humongous mansion for the day. A new worry stuck in her throat. I'm not going to be able to fit in with my husband's family, am I? Adrien would love her completely. That's just how it worked. But what if her in-laws hated her because her parents weren't rich too?

Her panic spiral was halted by the sight of a familiar blue rug pattern in one of the side hallways. Marinette made her way over, window quest forgotten, and she tripped over her dress the whole way there.

The long, white walls were filled with paintings of fruit and flowers, like the ones she used to make in art class (but with lighting skills so good it made her want to cry), and no… she hadn't been down this way before. Even as upset as she was, the artist in her would have remembered.

Marinette took a few seconds too long to glare at an apple, and by the time she heard the whispering, it was far too late for her to hide.

"Sneaking," a male voice whispered.

Marinette turned toward the voice. Had someone seen her? Did someone know she was roaming the building alone? She saw no one. And she saw nowhere she could quickly hide.

A few feet in front of her, the hallway turned a corner and continued out of sight. Some of the hallways had been like that, leading to more corridors and rooms that she hadn't bothered to explore. The footsteps came closer.

"Sneaking around the corner."

If she held very still, maybe he wouldn't notice? She walked backwards and pressed into the white wall, the fabric of her dress rustling loudly with every step, every breath she took.

His shoes squeaked as a hunched figure came into view.

"I'm not sneaking!" Marinette blurted out as soon as she saw him.

He jerked up straight.

She noticed three things instantly. He was blond. He was holding his hands around his eyes, like binoculars or a mask, and he was in the nicest tuxedo she had ever seen.

The man was also quite a bit taller than her, but he still jumped back in alarm when he saw her, and finally lowered his hands. Brilliant green eyes went from shocked to soft and warm and inviting.

"S-sorry," he finally said. "I was the one sneaking around. No worries."

"Oh," Marinette said, heart beating in her throat. "Right. I wasn't sneaking."

He smiled, and Marinette was glad she was already leaning against a wall. He had to be the single most beautiful human being she'd ever met her in life.

"Um, nice to meet you?" he said. When he held out a hand to shake, she quickly took it. His hand was soft and gentle and warm. No ring on either hand that she could see. Gorgeous and single!

Guilt swept through her, making her drop his hand. Here she was, getting married in literally a few minutes and ogling someone else. But he was still smiling at her. No, she had to stop thinking like a single woman. But he was so pretty.

"Of course. So, uh," He looked down at her dress. "You must be the bride, huh? Marinette? Nice to meet you."

Sweat prickled on the back of her neck. Judging by his outfit, she'd just been caught by a member of the groom's wedding party, a groomsman or a family member. Would he tell her future husband that she was out here getting cold feet? Not that it wasn't true, but she didn't want her soulmate to know about it.

"And you are?" she asked, hoping to divert attention away from herself. "One of the wedding party, right?"

"Yeah," he whispered and reached for her hand again. "I am. I was out here looking for you. I'm A-"

She shrank back. No matter how much she wanted to, she shouldn't be thinking about him this way. She was getting married to someone else.

The man dropped his hand quickly, eyes roaming her face, like he was looking for what he had done wrong. When he couldn't find anything, he ran his fingers through his hair and stammered out an apology. Marinette watched each lock fall back into place, the light catching each strand and making him glow.

"I'm-" he tried again, a blush rising in his cheeks. "Ni- W-winston."

"Winston?" Marinette couldn't help but laugh a little. That was the least French-sounding name she'd ever heard.

"Winston the groomsman," he said, not looking at her. "Yes, old family name. My father's name, and his father's name, and I think I have an old uncle. Because we're British way back there somewhere on my mother's side-"

"Nice to meet you, 'Winston.'" It was apparent he was nervous, and she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable, so she changed the subject. "What are you doing out here? You were looking for me?"

"Um." He looked around the hallway for inspiration, and Marinette immediately regretted her question as she watched his discomfort grow.

"I- He- The groom wanted to meet you before the wedding," Winston confessed.

"He did?"

"Yeah, he wanted to break tradition and see you, but Fa- his father is stifling stick in the mud."

"Yeah?" The knowledge was somehow both comforting and unsettling. She and her future husband had both wanted to meet first, but her father-in-law… she wasn't going to fit in.

"Yeah," he breathed. "He can't wait to meet you. But he couldn't get away, so I thought I'd come out here. And, wow, he's going to love you. You're amazing."

Marinette flushed at the compliment. "Isn't that how it's supposed to work? Love and first sight and everything?"

"Sure," Winston said, "but you know what I mean."

In the distance, an organ started playing softly, but Marinette barely heard it. This man would go through all that trouble for a friend of his? He was so kind, and she was going gooey under his intense gaze.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked quietly.

Just like that, the glow was gone. Would he believe the truth, that she was just hoping for some fresh air? He might be sympathetic. But he might not be. Who would feel sorry for a bride on her wedding day?

"I was… looking for the bathroom and got super lost." She adjusted her skirt with one hand to give herself something to do and then laughed nervously. "This place is such a maze."

Winston didn't answer right away. He studied the train of her dress, mouth a thin line of disappointment. Her shoes dangled from her loose fingers as she waited, and she adjusted her grip.

"You don't have to get married today, you know," he said. "You can call it off."

Marinette squirmed at how perceptive he was - or maybe she was just obvious - and pushed her hair out of her eyes. When it fell back into place, Winston reached out to tuck it behind her ear but stopped himself. His hand hung there awkwardly between them until he let it slowly fall.

"It's okay to be nervous," he said. "I know lots of people who didn't go through with their weddings. Loads."

Marinette smiled at the lie, grateful he was trying in spite of everything, though she was still a little worried he was going to tell Adrien about this conversation, or that word would somehow get to her future in-laws. She wasn't sure which would have been worse, giving her in-laws ammunition or disappointing Adrien.

"No, I really did get lost," she said. "I didn't mean to get all the way over here." And to make it sound convincing, she added, "Do you know the way back?"

"I can walk you." Adrien stood up straight, his smile returning.

"Oh, you don't have to," Marinette said quickly. There might still be a chance for her to find a window and that breath of fresh air she'd been hoping for.

"I insist." Winston held out an arm for her, and like the idiot she was, she eagerly took it. His free hand settled over hers, and they began to walk.

Her heels swung from her other hand, and without their added inches, the difference in their height was ludicrous. But Winston didn't comment on it, just matched her pace without making her feel rushed.

Together, they left the small hallway and stepped back into the still deserted main hallway. Sunlight poured through the windows, reflecting off the gleaming floors and sparkling crystal chandeliers high above. Winston's hand on hers was comforting, and he was so sweet to help her, but now there was no chance for her to get away.

Feebly, she said, "I think I recognize this part now. You can get back."

"Oh, they won't miss me," Winston said. "I'll make sure you get back safe. Is there anything else you need?"

Marinette sighed. As kind as he was handsome, and she hoped he never removed his hand from hers. Why did he have to be so nice and gentle?

After several more turns, she really did start to recognize things. How had she wandered so far? Her family must have been worried by now.

Marinette didn't bother to escape from him again, and Winston didn't let go of her, even when they stopped in front of the bride's room with its white and blank, gleaming, bronze plaque.

"I can't wait to see you coming down the aisle in a few minutes," Winston said. He lowered his arm, and her hand slipped away from his sleeve. She felt the loss of his touch immediately. "I mean, if you still want to," he added quickly.

"I'll be fine," she squeaked. "Thanks."

"Okay," he said, waving goodbye without moving away. "Great. See you."

Yup. He was definitely the most adorable, sweet, and beautiful man she'd ever met. "Why couldn't I be marrying this guy?"

Winston took a step back. "What?"

Huh? She'd said that out loud? She'd said that out loud!

Fumbling for the handle behind her, Marinette said a hasty goodbye and launched herself through the door and slammed it shut without looking at his expression. What was she supposed to do now?

"Girl, where have you been?"

In seconds, Alya, Sabine, and Tom were gathered around her. Marinette leaned her back against the cool door, wondering if Winston was still staring at the spot where she'd been standing.

"Are you all right?" her father asked.

"Just needed some fresh air," Marinette said, staring at their shoes. "Then I got lost. Have you seen this place?"

"Marinette," Sabine said, lifting her daughter's chin with one soft hand. "You can tell us the truth."

The tension in Marinette's body all came out in a rush. Her shoulders slumped, and she slid down the door two inches.

Tom brought over a chair, and Marinette tried to sit down, only to find that her dress was caught in the door. What else could go wrong today? Without peeking into the hallway, she opened the door and removed her train - to her relief, it didn't look like she'd ripped it - and then collapsed into the chair.

"It's okay to be nervous," Sabine said.

Marinette nodded, though that wasn't the entire problem anymore. She was supposed to be marrying a friend of "Winston's" in a few minutes, maybe his best friend or even his brother. He would be standing there, witnessing her marriage, knowing what she'd just said. How was she supposed to show her face out there now?

Her parents and Alya doted on her, trying to put her fears at ease, but it was only making everything worse. She couldn't ignore her anxiety while everyone was talking about it. They flitted around the small room, fetching her water, guiding her to sit down in front of the triple mirror vanity, offering to brush her hair out. "That always calmed you down when you were little," Sabine said.

Marinette nodded.

"If it makes you feel better," Tom said, "I'm sure he's just as nervous as you are. I was nervous, too."

"Everyone expects you to be a little anxious." Sabine picked up the bristle brush while Marinette avoided looking at herself in the mirror. "You're marrying someone without ever having met him. That's terrifying. But you're going to be okay."

Marinette nodded again, dumbly. They waited for her to say something, respond with her usual cheerful attitude, and when she didn't, Alya jumped in.

"Sabine, didn't you get married and move to France at the same time?"

All four of them knew the story. Marinette had grown up hearing it, had loved hearing her parents' own love story.

"I found out my soulmate's name two days after my twenty second birthday," she said. Marinette could almost mouth the words along with her mother, they were so familiar. "I couldn't believe he was so far away. I started teaching myself French almost immediately, but the first time we got on the phone to speak to each other, all I could say was hello!"

A tug on Marinette's scalp told her that Sabine had found a small knot. She set the brush down and started to pick at it with her fingers.

"I moved away from home to a strange country, and was learning a new language, and was nervous about meeting my soulmate, but as soon as I saw him, it didn't matter," Sabine said. "You're going to be fine. As soon as you see him, you'll love him, and everything will be okay."

"I know all that," Marinette said. "But I'm scared now!" Not to mention distracted by "Winston," and the crushing guilt that reminded her she shouldn't be.

"Well," her father cut in. "What do you want to do about it, Marinette? Do you feel like we should wait a little bit?"

"Yeah," Alya added. "We can tell them there's something wrong with your dress or whatever if you need a few more minutes."

"I'm sure Adrien would understand," Sabine said. "He seemed very kind when we talked to him."

A few more minutes sounded wonderful, a chance to collect herself, do delay the inevitable. Or a chance for her anxiety to get worse. She took a deep breath. "No, let's just get this over with."

"Very convincing." Alya picked her clutch up off the vanity and started fishing around inside it. "You sound so pumped. Let me just text Adrien." Alya pulled out her phone.

"No," Marinette said, covering the phone with one hand. Her fake nails clicked on the screen.

"Waiting's not going to make it easier. I don't need any more time to worry. It's like you said, when I see him, everything will be fine. So let's just so see him. I want to see him."

"All right." Alya dropped her phone onto the table and grabbed the eye shadow. "Come here, then."

Marinette sat as still as she could while Sabine finished her hair and Alya did her makeup and Tom hovered around, asking what he should do to make her feel more comfortable. When they didn't give him any ideas, he started telling funny stories from Marinette's baby days.

Marinette only half listened, making sure to smile when someone else laughed. Maybe Winston had asked "What?" because he hadn't heard what she'd said. She had said it quietly, after all. That was logical.

Eventually, Tom had to leave the room to check on how things were progressing. Marinette missed his voice and his stories. The silence was too easy for her anxious mind to fill.

If she could just make it a few more minutes, if she could just make it to the altar, then she'd fall in love with her soulmate at first sight and everything would be great. No more worrying. No more wondering.

The final piece of her outfit, her veil, was laid out neatly on the flower-print sofa, waiting for her. When Alya declared her face perfect and Sabine could find no hair out of place, Marinette strapped her heels back on and stood, knees shaking, and retrieved her veil. She seemed like another woman in the mirror as she watched herself put it on.

Marinette did want to meet Adrien. She did. A few days ago, she'd felt excited. Just his name was enough to put a smile on her face. Her parents had met him, and she'd devoured every detail of him they could give her. Elation had bubbled through her chest as she had designed her wedding dress. It had taken weeks to finish simply because she was having so much fun designing it that she hadn't wanted to stop. If she could remember what it had felt like then, maybe she could recreate the feelings now.

The door creaked as it opened, and Tom walked back in. "It's time," he said, extending his arm for her.

Marinette plastered a smile onto her trembling lips and leaned on his arm to compensate for the weakness in her knees. No one else needed to know about her struggle, least of all Adrien.

The walk down the hallway to the chapel didn't take as long as Marinette thought that it should have. The organ music was too loud, but still not loud enough to drown out the breathing and whispers of a room full of hundreds of people, everyone who was ever important to her, and more that she would get to know well in her lifetime as Adrien's wife.

The processional song began to play, and Marinette walked in, staring at the pink petals on the carpet in front of her. Pews creaked and fabric rustled as everyone stood for her. And she kept her face down.

Don't make eye contact with the groomsmen. You're getting married to Adrien, so don't look for adorable "Winston."

Marinette forced her face up, searching out the people she knew. For her bridesmaids and Alya, her mother in the front row. Her school friends throughout the year, aunts and uncles who had flown from all over the world. A few held tissues, some waved at her. They were all smiling.

Everyone was smiling except for her.

She should be looking at her new husband - her soulmate - for the first time. He was probably looking at her. Had he already fallen for her? Was he wondering why she wasn't looking at him?

That curiosity was nothing compared to how much she wanted to look for the man she'd met in the hallway. There was something seriously wrong about that. It went beyond the guilt that she felt. It was a strangeness in the situation that she didn't have time to think about.

The line of petals thinned and disappeared halfway to the altar, and the organ music swelled.

The temptation was too great. Marinette raised her eyes, looking at the groomsmen first, looking for the friend that shouldn't have liked as much as she did. Because she was marrying someone else, she reminded herself as she quickly scanned their faces. And because she had only known him for about two minutes. What was wrong with her?

Her gaze skimmed them all twice, three times, but Winston wasn't there. Her footsteps stuttered to a halt before taking a big step to match her father's long stride. The hand holding her bouquet started to sweat.

Could he not bear to watch her marrying someone else? No, that was ridiculous. He didn't feel the same way. He wasn't feeling torn like she was.

He had definitely been part of the wedding party. He'd said so. So who was he?

The carpet ended, and Marinette heels clicked on marble as realization clicked into place. He was part of the wedding party, but not one of the groomsmen, so that must have meant…

For the first time that day, her heart pounded from something other than anxiety.

Marinette held her head high and looked for him. And she found him. "Winston." It had been a ridiculous name anyway. Adrien suited him much better.

Adrien smiled broadly at her. That wonderful smile she first saw out in the hallway was now a hundred times brighter, focused solely on her. He had snuck out to see her, had so gently guided her back when she was lost, had made sure she was comfortable, and offered to call off the wedding.

No wonder she had liked him so much. Love at first sight, just like everyone said.

He reached out a hand for her as she took the last few steps to the altar. Marinette slid her fingers into his, and they fit perfectly.

"Hi, Winston," Marinette whispered as she nestled herself into his side. "Could the groom not get away again? Are you getting married for him too?"

"I said the groom was going to love you," he said. "And I was right."

The last notes of the organ faded away, and a hush settled over their friends and family. This was it. They stepped together up to the altar. The first step of their lives together.

***

Author's note: Merry Christmas! You're getting something completely un-Christmasy. Huge thank you to @ours-polaires, @khanofallorcs, @vivalasaturn, and @noirshitsuji for reading over my outline of this and making sure everything made sense!

#ml #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #adrinette #adrienette #arranged marriage au #soulmate au #incorrect quotes

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skellebonez · 3 years ago

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Writing prompt 78: it’s night in and pigsy has had a hard day at work so Tang planned a small dinner to help him relax. Plus some romantic words.

I had a MIGHTY NEED for some FreeNoodles fluff and your request helped me deliver that so well!

If I had three wishes, I’d spend all of them to make you smile.

Tang glared at the steamer basket and willed it to work faster. To steam better. To make the food he was preparing taste perfect! Unfortunately for Tang he was a human through and through and had little to no say in the matters of whether or not steam cooked through dumplings once they were in the basket and out of his direct eyesight.

... Unless he- no! No he remembered the last time he tried to mess with a recipe! As long as he used a recipe the first time he had no real issues, but it was when he tried to deviant from one the first time that he always had problems. Like last time.

Pigsy was finding bits of exploded fruit for a week.

It would have turned out really good, if he hadn’t turned the stove on too high and used too much oil.

But that wouldn't happen tonight! Not if he managed to follow all the directions and take everything to the table when he was certain it was all ready.

His husband had already tried to enter the kitchen multiple times, insisting that Tang didn’t need to take on all of dinner on his own (”I can help, I’m not that tired” and all that). But the scholar would not let him do that, not tonight.

Pigsy’s Noodles had been horrifically busy that day due to a power outage on a large portion on the other side of the city that hit not only residential areas but also a few other popular restaurants. Everything had been fixed soon enough, but the usual lunch rush was even worse than usual and lasted almost into the early dinner orders. Anyone that wanted food had to either eat things they didn’t have to cook or order out, and low and behold most people thought ordering out was the far superior option.

Which meant that Pigsy was cooking literally all day. Normally he would have a short break, time to let broth simmer and relax for a conversation or to even read a news article or two. Maybe watch something on the TV while he cooked.

But not this day. He never had the chance to even sit down, not over the 5 hour period with no power.

And then the dinner rush hit, not as bad as the excessive lunch rush but just as hectic as always, and until nearly closing both he and MK were going and going and going. At least MK had the chance to sit in his tuk-tuk, resting his feet even a little bit while he was under the same stress as his boss.

Poor Pigsy didn’t even have the chance to sit on one of his own stools until well into the night.

It was by MK’s own insistence that Pigsy head home for the day and let the young man finish closing up on the shop. It wouldn't have been the first time he had done it, and with his own apartment above the store he would have a much faster and easier time getting home as opposed to the 15 minute walk that was ahead of Pigsy and Tang.

And as a testament to just how exhausted he was, Pigsy took that offer with only a little hesitation. Far less hesitation than letting Tang cook their dinner for the two of them, in fact.

Once they arrived home Tang took the initiative, guiding his husband to their couch and immediately setting to work on showing him exactly what he had been teaching himself in secret.

Tang knew that cooking was so important to Pigsy. It was one of the main ways he showed how much he cared for others, how he bonded with MK over the years by teaching MK his secret recipes, how he had shown Tang how welcome he was in his home when Tang had to leave his old home years ago. How he showed Tang how much he wanted him to stay, despite how much he played up that being a “freeloader” was aggravating him (it was a little game they played in actuality, Pigsy never once actually banning him from the store or from getting more food despite the amount that Tang ate free of charge).

And Tang wanted to return that show of affection tonight.

He supposed that was one of the ways he showed affection as well, not only the act of showing how much he enjoyed something others gave him but trying to learn what he could to be included in the future.

And teasing. So much teasing.

Pigsy returned that himself.

The dinging of the timer on the counter startled Tang from his musings and he jumped up in excitement. Finally, everything was finished!

It took a little willpower on his part not to rush through getting the food set out and not burn his hands, but Tang managed it anyway.

Tang was still learning to cook properly, years of quick meals and living alone and being busy with both his education and later scholarly pursuits making his past endeavors lackluster to most people. But he was a fast learner and he started out knowing how to cook most of the basics by heart.

What laid before him on the table was simple, probably very simple to a lot of people... but impressive by his standards. Large perfectly fluffy bowls of rice, a small bowl each of a seafood soup, stir fried vegetables, and dim sum. And all his practice had paid off for those, they looked almost as good as the ones he would by from the street vendors!

He took a moment to just. Look at what he had made. Take in his accomplishments. Be happy with his progress and excited for what Pigsy would think. He didn’t have to wait very long.

“That smells amazing,” Pigsy said from the entry to the kitchen, tired smile etched on his face as he made his way to the table. “It looks just as good too. You really didn’t have to do this yourself, Tang, but I gotta admit I appreciate being able to get excited for someone else’s food again.”

Tang smiled wide, chuckling a bit at the statement. “Well, with how busy you were today you deserve to relax.”

Pigsy hummed in agreement as he sat down, smiling up at Tang in a little confusion as he moved up to stand beside him instead of joining him across the table.

Tang leaned down, taking Pigsy’s chin in his hand and lifting his head up to guide his lips into meeting his own on a soft kiss. He couldn’t help but smile into it, pulling away with a snort of a chuckle and a blush on his face.

“Even after being married all this time you still laugh like that when we kiss,” Pigsy said with a goofy smile of his own, face flushing darker.

“And you still blush like that every time,” Tang replied, sitting across from him with a wider smile. “I’ll never get tired of seeing that.”

“Damn we are sappy,” Pigsy said with a chuckle, shaking his head and smiling wide.

“And you know we both love it!”

The two laughed, digging into their meal with gusto and excitement. And it was amazing. Tang wouldn’t put it on the same level as Pigsy’s, to him nothing would ever match his husband’s cooking, but the soft smiles and the way the other closed his eyes and let the bites he took linger as he seemed to savor the flavors.

And everything was the best at this moment to Tang. Better than it had been in a long while. Just sitting there, enjoying a simple but well made meal with his beloved. Watching him enjoy cooking that wasn’t his own and looking so content and happy and smiling in a way that just made him look so... amazing.

“You know that movie MK had us watch the other day?” He asked suddenly, drawing Pigsy’s attention to him. “The animated musical one?”

“Yeah?”

“If I had three wishes I’d spend all of them to make you smile.”

Pigsy looked at him for a moment before he chuckled, blush taking over his face once again as he buried half of his face into one of his hands.

“Sappy dork.”

“You love me.”

“Yeah... I do love you, Tang.”

“I love you too, Pigsy.”

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