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welllpthisishappening · 6 years ago

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Ok... so I went to the Winter Classic today (and my first ever NHL game). I’m not sure if you’ve done a Winter Classic one shot but I would adore one from the Blue Line series, preferably with Killian being the one who is playing.(Sorry, my favorite parts of your series focus on his hockey play and Emma’s lovey reactions to said hockey play.) It was just such a fun atmosphere, despite that I ended my day not being able to feel my toes.

Anon, that is the best kind of first NHL game ever! I hope your toes have recovered. And, seriously, never apologize for enjoy something. Especially when you’re telling me it’s something I wrote. That’s, like, the best. Ever. So there’s a bit in The PyeongChang Triple where the Rangers play in the Winter Classic at Yankee Stadium, but it’s all pre-game and from Emma’s POV. So here’s some game action, Killian’s POV and Emma inevitably being into him playing hockey.

“How many times do you think Arthur can use the phrase pucks to net before his tongue just falls off?”

Killian did his best not to let Arthur hear his answering laugh, but that only led to the air getting caught in his lungs and it was so goddamn cold he could barely hold his stick.

He refused to think about the state his toes were in.

Will winked conspiratorially – or, at least tried, the whole movement slightly exaggerated and vaguely absurd and Phillip’s shoulders were shaking with the effort of staying quiet. Robin wasn’t even trying.

And Arthur couldn’t possibly glare at all of them at once.

“Are you done?” he asked pointedly, eyebrows pulled low and a twist to his mouth that was probably going to freeze that way. It was so cold.

Will shrugged. “I mean—I guess I kind of have to be right? That’s how timeouts work?”

“In theory,” Robin mumbled, and Arthur did a fairly good job of glaring straight at him. He didn’t look all that put out by it. “C’mon, Arthur. We know how the game works.”

Arthur’s expression didn’t change, but his grip on the white board in his hand tightened just a bit. He inhaled sharply, which probably didn’t feel all that great considering the temperature of the air around them and probably something about the wind chill and for a team facing a one-goal deficit midway through the third period, they were all rather chipper.

It was probably playing because they were playing outside.

There was something about that same temperature and wind chill that did something very specific to a bunch of very adult, professional hockey players – made them feel younger and fresh-faced and certain they could win a game because they’d won every game they’d ever played on ponds and outdoor rinks and a one-goal deficit, simply, made it that much more exciting.

As long as they got pucks to the net.

“It will only work if you win the goddamn face-off, Locksley,” Arthur hissed, and if he narrowed his eyes anymore he was never going to be able to open them again.

“Your lack of faith is astounding.”

“Your face-off percentage this period is dismal.”

Will let out a low whistle, eyes flashing towards Killian again and he knew he was going to regret pressing the tip of his tongue to the corner of his mouth, but he couldn’t quite come to terms with the actual butterflies in his stomach and it wasn’t nerves. It was excitement and the way his cheeks burned when the wind blew a particular direction out of left field because they were playing in Yankee Stadium and his kids were there and they were absolutely going to win.

“Were we actually going to talk about the play?” Phillip asked, resting half his weight on his stick and the other half on Robin’s back. “Because the ref looks like he wants to kill us.”

“Just Arthur, probably,” Killian amended. “He’d get fined if he killed us.”

Will’s laugh was loud enough that they probably heard it in the bleachers.

Arthur blinked. “Pucks to—“

“—Wait, wait,” Will interrupted. “Is there more than one puck?”

They probably heard the snap of the white board in the bleachers too. Killian wasn’t even sure if they sold tickets in the bleachers. He’d have to ask Emma. Once they won.

They were totally going to win.

“You’d get fined if you killed Scarlet too,” Killian said, flashing Arthur a grin that even he knew was almost too confident. Arthur grimaced.

“I’d almost be willing to pay it.”

“Hey,” Will snapped, but Arthur waved him off and someone had already handed him a new white board.

“Alright, well, now that we’ve fucked around—“ He sighed, a frustrated nod when the ref blew his whistle. “Right, right, fine—yes! Locksley, you better win the goddamn face-off or I’m going to tell Rol that you’re the worst player on this team—“

“Wow, ok,” Robin grumbled while Phillip muttered several pointed curses under his breath. Killian seriously could not feel his toes.

Arthur wasn’t done. “Win the face-off, get the puck to the point. Scarlet don’t miss your set up and Jones redirects into the net. Simple.”

“Simple,” Will echoed, tapping the blade of his stick against Killian’s leg. He couldn’t feel it.

“Pucks to net.”

“All those multiple pucks on the ice.”

“Hey, Arthur,” Robin cut in, moving away from the boards when the ref blew the whistle again and the Caps players were already standing in the circle in their zone. “If Cap misses the redirect, you going to trash talk him to his kids? Fair’s only fair.”

Arthur rolled his eyes.

“Maybe you’re the one with a lack of faith,” Killian muttered.

“And,” Will added, drifting back towards the blue line with a smile on his face, “if you think Dr. J would ever believe that Cap is anything except the greatest hockey player to ever lace up skates then you’ve got another thing coming.”

“What about Peggy?”

“The actual baby? Who doesn’t speak?”

“Please,” Robin said, crouching in the middle of the circle and every single Caps player on the ice probably thought they were insane. “That kid already knows more about hockey than some grown adults.”

“Most grown adults,” Killian grinned. The Caps winger on his right gaped at him – and bumped against his side, skates digging into the ice and stick twisting in his hand. And it took, exactly, one slightly painful deep breath to realize what he was doing. “Oh, you’re trying to jump in front of me aren’t you?”

The winger – Volokov, or so his jersey claimed, but Killian figured the jersey wouldn’t lie – chuckled with something that was presumably supposed to be confidence and Killian glanced at Will. He nodded.

“So you’ve been watching tape, huh?” Killian asked. “That’s good. Preparation’s always key in big games like this.”

When he’d first started playing hockey he’d been quite a bit smaller than just about everyone else on his team and everyone else he played against and, more often than not, that led to teammates and opponents, in equal measure, believing they could push him around. Literally, metaphorically, the whole nine yards.

That was the wrong cliché.

And for awhile it had worked. He’d gotten pushed and prodded and checked more times than he could count, a walking bruise for the first few games of his career – until Anna dragged him onto the ice, started a fight and told him to take care of yourself out there and, well, that was that. So he stopped getting pushed and started checking back, learned Liam’s technique without getting whistled for it, and, maybe most importantly, started talking.

It wasn’t ever anything bad, was only ever occasionally in English, but it was a habit that grew when he was in juniors and became part of him when he was at Minnesota and if playing outside felt like a call back to all of that, the beginnings and learning curves and figuring out how to get position in front of the net, then Killian figured it only made sense to start chirping a little bit.

The butterflies in his stomach had evolved into something that felt a bit more like joy. He really liked playing hockey. He really liked playing hockey outside.

With his kids watching. And his wife.

They were totally going to win.

“You do the same thing every time, Jones,” Volokov said, still jockeying for position and he was wobbling on his skates a bit. Killian could just barely make out Phillip’s laugh from the other side of the circle. “You’re going to drop back towards the net, get the pass and juke around the nearest guy.”

Killian hummed. “That’s really impressive.”

“Same thing. Every time. Predictable.”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess it would be if you’re just watching film. That’s—you know, that’s commendable. Good prep.”

Volokov moved again, an exhale that was almost as good as scoring because it meant the talk was working and Robin won the face-off clean. “But, uh, if you’ve been watching a lot of film and, well, you’re going to want to watch this too,” Killian said, pushing off his skate and Volokov barely had a chance to react, let alone move.

Killian’s stick didn’t leave the ice, head up and eyes wide and it was impossible to hear anything over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

And it didn’t take Will long to shoot, an almost-clear lane from the blue line – a flick of his stick and a blur of a puck and Killian spun as soon as he heard it land, twisting his wrists as quickly as he could. The goalie didn’t move. He hardly even flinched.

The puck went under his right pad.

The light went off.

And Killian heard that over everything else, the screams and the hands on the glass behind him, his own cry sounding scratchy and emotional and he was going to be sore for days because it was, honestly, so goddamn cold, but he couldn’t think about that when he spun around, blue jerseys flying towards him. His back collided with the boards – what might have been actual fireworks going off because this was the Winter Classic and they hadn’t won yet, but it was looking better every minute and it was always important to back up the trash talk.

“You’ll probably want to see what went wrong there after the game,” Killian called after Volokov, the letters on the back of his jersey twisted as he skated back towards the bench. “Maybe do some reflex work during the All-Star break or something.”

Will threw his whole head back when he laughed, Phillip’s mouth dropping open and Robin didn’t look remotely surprised. “Scathing, Cap,” he muttered, yanking on the front of his jersey and directing them towards an already-frustrated that they didn’t score quicker Arthur.

“I’m really good at screening the net.”

“Say that during post.”

Killian grinned – and didn’t say that during post because he hadn’t scored the game-winner and most of the New York media contingent was circled around Robin, both Roland and Henry flanking him in front of his locker, smiles on their faces and matching Locksley jerseys.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, waving his hands through the air and Will kept making the world’s most ridiculous noises every time a different reporter asked him a question. “You know, the whole thing opened up and you get that little slice of net and you have to—“

“—If he says put pucks to net, I will walk over there and strangle him myself,” Will promised.

Killian leaned back, tugging the league-mended Winter Classic hats they had to wear further over his ears. “You know, I never really understood that saying. It’s kind of obvious isn’t?”

“The multiple pucks in a game that requires only one?”

“Nah, nah, wouldn’t you want to get the puck to the net? Like as much as possible?”

“You’re getting existential on me, Cap.”

“Look at you and the post-game vocabulary.”

“I’m trying to attract the press too,” Will said, shifting the bag of ice taped to the side of his leg. “Make myself more appealing to clickbait headlines.”

“Will Scarlet, premiere talker with non-cliché quotes?”

“I’d click it.”

Killian laughed, leaning back and he knew they were there before he actually saw him. The dad screech helped too. So did the three-year-old flinging himself across the last few feet of locker room, head colliding with Killian’s collarbone and Emma mumbled something that sounded like can’t even stop on land under her breath.

She had the hat on too.

“Dad, Dad, Dad,” Matt continued, climbing onto his lap and standing on his legs, a slightly precarious balancing act, particularly after Killian had notched something like eighteen minutes on the ice.

Will moved – a hand hanging in the air behind Matt. “Slow down, Dr. J,” he said. “We’re not going anywhere.”

“It’s because you didn’t score the game-winner,” Robin yelled, both Henry and Roland cheering in surround-sound.

“That was subtle,” Killian muttered. He wrapped his arm around Matt’s waist, glancing up at a smiling Emma with slightly red cheeks and a baby in her arms and Peggy was absolutely sleeping through post. “Did she—“

“—Missed the whole third period, actually,” Emma said. “She’s got a habit of sleeping through your goals, you know.”

“I’m going to try not to take that personally.”

“I think she’s gunning for one-on-one film sessions, so maybe it’s actually a compliment.”

“Or an attempt to keep ruining our sleep schedule.”

“That’s definitely it.”

“You guys putting a lot of thought into the kid’s diabolical methods, huh?” Will asked, but Matt had spent a good amount of time with both him and the Mills-Lockley family in the last three months and sleep was still a bit of a foreign concept to Peggy.

Emma shrugged. “I’m sure she will eventually be very impressed by the goal. Was that a shot or a pass?”

“Little of column A, little of column B.”

She nodded knowingly, eyes flitting back towards Killian with a look that made several different muscles twist and contract and he winced when Matt stepped on what he was sure would eventually be a very impressive bruise.

“Dad,” Matt whined again, dragging the word out until it sounded like an entire lineup announcement. Or several online articles with decidedly clickbait headlines. Killian tightened his hold.

“Yeah, kid.”

“Can we do that shot too?”

He wasn’t entirely surprised – had watched his kid race Roland and Henry pre-game and spent most of his free-time practicing a shot that was getting pretty damn good for a three-year-old – but the question never failed to make his pulse stutter and his heart grow and the muscles in Killian’s face objected to the size of his smile.

The muscles in his thigh were probably never going to recover either.

“Yeah,” he said, tugging his kid closer to his chest. The kid did not appreciate that. “We can definitely do that.”

“Now?”

“Give him a second to recover from this one first, Mattie,” Emma said, and he was certain her eyes got brighter when he stared at her. Several journalists grumbled when Will’s cackle presumably messed up their quotes.

“Should I be offended by that too, Swan?” Killian asked. She shook her head.

“Not when you keep destroying opposing wingers like that.”

“Sounds kind of violent.”

“Eh or just hockey.”

“Little of column A, little of column B.”

She pressed her tongue to the inside of his cheek and he couldn’t really think when she did that normally, so it was impossible to consider anything except this and them and the rest of their lives in some enormous, wonderful way when she was wearing his number and holding their, somehow, still sleeping daughter and he’d almost regained feeling in most of his toes.

Will gagged. “That’s plagiarism, Cap. Stealing my clickbait quotes.”

“Are we suggesting that clickbait is a good thing now?” Emma asked, Peggy making noise in her arms and it was inevitable.

“When I am the bait.”

“Jeez, Scarlet, that doesn’t even make any sense,” Robin said, finally free of the post-game media horde. “And, you know, I can give you some more tips on scoring goals, Matt. Plus face-offs.”

“This is going to get very old very quickly,” Killian groaned.

“I’m also offering to watch your kid later this week, Cap. Because honestly if Peg’s coming up with ways to make sure you and Em don’t sleep, it seems like my duty to combat that somehow.”

“You’re a benevolent teammate.”

“Good word,” Will murmured.

Matt twisted, another body part slamming into something that was definitely bruised or hadn’t quite recovered from the cold yet and—“Can I, Dad?”

Killian glanced at Emma. She nodded again. “Sure,” he said, and it took just about every ounce of energy he had left to stand up with Matt clinging to his side. “And—“

Matt’s eyes widened when he saw what Killian was reaching for, a puck he probably wasn’t supposed to have, but made Kristof save and they were very good at stealing things anyway. Tradition, or whatever.

“Mine?” Matt whispered, a reverence to his voice that a three-year-old could not possibly understand.

“For good luck. And goals.”

Matt flung his arms around Killian’s neck. Someone definitely took a picture.

And it took just about every parenting trick both Killian and Emma were aware of to get him to let go of it later that night, moving it onto the shelf above his bed because that was, apparently, for good luck too.

“Makes perfect sense to me,” Killian said, flicking off the light and the game replay was already on the TV. Emma did that thing with her mouth again, Peggy squirming in her hold. It was distracting. Both things, really. “You know,” he continued, dropping next to her on the couch and she definitely moved closer. “I think you might be the one who wants to rewatch the goal, Swan.”

“Nah.”

“Nah?”

“What did I just say?” Killian hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of her hair and they’d zoomed in on him during the face-off. “And what did you say? I couldn’t—it was difficult to see during the game.”

“This is not doing you any favors about making me believe you aren’t just constantly watching me play.”

“That was the world’s most convoluted sentence.”

“And that wasn’t a contradiction.”

Emma clicked her tongue, but there was a distinct lack of frustration there and it wasn’t really easy to kiss her, even when she twisted a bit more and tilted her head up towards him. They made it work. With a clearly unimpressed baby moving between them.

“If you’re waiting for that, you might be painfully disappointed,” Emma mumbled against his mouth.

“Flirt.”

“It was a ridiculous deflection. C’mon, I’ve been dying to know what you said to that guy all day.”

“You could have asked, love.”

“Is that not what I’m doing?”

Killian made another noise, something like an agreement and being ridiculously in love with his wife. “This is a very good point. He was talking and watching film apparently and—“

“—Wait, wait, watching film?”

“If you’re going to interrupt, I’m never going to get to the good part of the story.” Emma grumbled, another twist and turn and her legs draped over his. That made it easier to kiss her hair. “Anyway, he was talking about how predictable I was off set plays in the zone, and uh—well, he was very wrong.”

“But what did you say?”

He told her. And the answering sound she made was so full of joy and happiness and everything that Killian briefly wondered if it would be possible to bottle it up and hoard it simply so he could remember the moment for the rest of his life.

He probably wouldn’t have to.

Particularly when she stopped making that same sound so she could kiss him – hard. Peggy didn’t appreciate that either.

And they watched the goal more than once, Emma rewinding the replay and mumbling compliments under her breath and Killian called her a flirt more than once, but that only made her lick her lips and her eyes brighten and Peggy fell asleep eventually.

Emma’s phone dinged, hours later in the dark of their room with Killian’s arm wrapped around her waist, and he wasn’t particularly pleased when she moved.

“What’s the matter, Swan?” he asked, the words barely audible with her hair in his face.

She didn’t answer at first, laughing instead and if he wasn’t so exhausted he probably would have heard the slight sniffle.

“Swan.”

“Nothing,” Emma said, putting the phone back on the nightstand with a soft thump. “Nothing’s wrong.”

He made her send him the picture the next morning – and hung it in his locker.

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan ff #captain swan fic #blue line rambles #you know #i was going to write less fic to start the year #focus some more on this original idea that's like haunting my life #but here we are and you guys keep being so nice #and it's so hard not to write when even one person wants to read #man that got sentimental #i'm clearly taking tips from killian #i am also a very good trash talker #anonymous #laura rambles

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scarthefangirl · 2 years ago

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Hello! I would like a cabin matchup! I'm just going to tell yoy a little but of everything!

I have curly dirty blonde hair with sea green eyes and a gold ring around my pupil. I have some piercings. I also have some freckles.

My personality has always been complicated for me to explain, so I'm sorry if this part is awful lol. I've been described as a natural leader, im a strategic thinker, im extremely sassy and dramatic, im also extremely loyal and kind to my friends and family (I'm also incredibly protective of friends and family).

To be honest, im so caught up with online school and work right now, that i dont really have any hobbies. Im going to list some things that are known as hobbies that i really enjoy: drawing, listening to music, reading, watching tv, scrolling on social media, i also love to mess with sex traffickers that text me on whatsapp.

My style is a skater style (baggy jeans, sneakers, baggy shirts, etc.) even though I don't skateboard lol (I've tried but it makes me nervous).

I dislike know-it-alls, people who bully others and sleep peacefully at night, rude customers at work, when it doesn't rain enough, slow walkers/talkers/drivers, and more lol.

Here are some facts about me that may or may not help you sort me into a cabin:

- my family has one military member for every generation

- I love salty foods

- I've always had a fascination with the ocean, but I am scared of the ocean lol (idk how it works tbh)

- one time in kindergarten I told my teacher the apples were blue and then I got in trouble bc my teacher was always mean

- I love blue food

- I have multiple awards for theater acting from middle school

- I play violin and ukulele

- I have had six pets in my entire life

- my favorite colors are blue, green, and black

- I am a chaotic good (if you couldn't already tell)

- I used to stick bobby-pins in outlets when I was younger

- I always do stupid stuff lol (ex: When I was younger I rode my bike and crashed into trash cans on purpose and enjoyed it)

- I graduated high school 2 years early

Here is all of the careers I wanted to pursue and why I changed them (the average student changes their degree on average 7 times):

- CSI Agent: didn't want a lot of death in my life bc it would effect my mental health.

- Marine biologist: the thought of being miles underwater with many unknown (and possible scary creatures) is a nope for me

What I am currently wanting to do:

- become a model and fashion designer.

I hope this is enough lol, thank you so much for doing this!

Okay sorry this took so long, I did forget a little bit but also I wanted to put a lot of thought into it. I specifically avoided looking at your blog so I don't know what you actually are.

I couldn't decide between Poseidon and Apollo. You are very similar to Percy in personality, but I think I'd see you more in Apollo bc you like to juggle lots of talents and all your interests are very widespread, like Apollo. I might be slightly biased bc I am a child of Apollo but whatever lol. You have the chaotic energy of an Apollo kid.

I also think you could be a legacy of Nike, (idk if you know what a legacy is- hopefully you do lol) because you seem to have a drive to do your best. Even though you change you're mind about how you succeed, you seem to know exactly the details of why something isn't suited for you. And you know exactly what you like and dislike.

I hope you liked my answer??

Anyone else who want a cabin matchup just reach out!!

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achliegh · 4 years ago

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We Came Out!

Someone asked for a part 2 of my Cubs coming out on tiktok so I thought I would write it. I am trying to write lighthearted stuff but it’s really hard. I really don’t like writing nice stuff but I also need to broaden my skills. I’m just not very confident in my lighter work that's all. I’m happy people enjoy it nonetheless.

Love, Trash Monster :)

CW/TW: Discussing coming out

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

They boys walked into Sids as everyone else was sitting down and they were all holding hands and smiling super big. Logan even leaned over to give Finn a PHAT kiss on the cheek and it stunned the whole team. They sat down next to each other and looked down the table seeing everyone staring at them.

They didn’t care though, they had just come out to the world and could finally hold hands in public. This was a dream come true and no matter what they had their families and team for support. It was a long discussion on whether or not they would come out at all until at least one of them was retired. They could hold it together that long because a picture of Logan kissing Finns cheek went viral a couple weeks ago because they weren’t careful. They didn’t want to hide anymore.

“You might want to put your cellular devices on silent.” Finn looks at them smugly and then a bunch of their phones start going off. Tags on twitter, tiktok, tumblr, hell even facebook. All of it was talking about the three hockey players who just came out to the world via tiktok. The cubs just kept on like it was any other normal team meeting while Kuny was the first one to watch the video they posted.

“That's how you come out! Dumb video!” He was smiling at his screen as Nado looked over his shoulder to look at the phone screen and snorted.

“At least it isn’t by the media.” Talker adds to the conversation.

“Just a different type of media” Pascal who finally caved and bought reading glasses is holding the phone arm's length away from him to be able to read it.

“We had to do it sometime and why not do it in a way that can be as chaotic as us.” Leo smiles sweetly as the waitress arrives and starts taking the orders. Sirius still hasn't said anything and Logan was starting to fidget. He knew that the captain would support them no matter what but he really didn’t want to get a lecture about how this could have been dangerous for some reason that no one thought of.

Suddenly, there was a fork against a glass to get everyone's attention. Turning to look at the head of the table where Cap and Loops were the cubs held their breath a little. Usually, when the fork tapping starts a speech starts as well. Whether good or bad. All three boys gripped each others hands under the table.

“To the Cubs!” Sirius raised his glass with a big smile on his face. Everyone loudly whooped and whistled as they chugged their glasses of water (They had a game tomorrow). The Cubs sighed in relief.

“I love our team and My life”

"And us"

"Well duh"

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #coast to coast #lumosinlove

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empty-dream · 3 years ago

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70-72 commentaries (No pic, spoilerific nonetheless)

The most important thing: S3E70-72 have no visual for Hockney's face. I, as a Hockney fan, can not deny my disappointment. Though his head from the back does something to soothe my ache.

I want to scratch Yasratcha's face so much.

So I googled and found that the name of the game, Gakjadosaeng (각자도생) literally translates into "Self-Help", and is an idiom meaning "Each one tries to make a way out of it." Fitting. Tho I’m actually surprised Yasratcha doesn’t name the game “Cat Game”

This entire kill-the-prisoners-who-just-wants-freedom-to-get-what-you-wish-for thing is not gonna do Bam good. It's foreshadowed already.

I have a feeling the special gift Yasratcha prepares in Yama's map are the same canine species as Yama. Either way, being Yama is gonna suck now.

I wonder what Evankhell's map is like since it's not shown. And also what's up with Kallavan's map, the goal is right in front of his face?

White: "I can't believe I had to get my feet wet." Me: I can't believe that's the first thing you say after 1 year hiatus.

White as an enemy is an anoying trash talker. White as an ally, however, is a satisfying trash talker. I forget if he's always able to honestly admit his pride gets hurt when someone blocks his sword, or if this is because of White's Clone effect on him? Last time I remember, as Hoaquin he exploded when Boro did it.

That Lyborick minion is so fucking unlucky to run into both Dowon and Karaka. This duo is not what I expect to find here but now I'm looking forward for their dynamic. She actually calls him "Kid." I know she’s ancient and all but. still. Karaka. A KID. LMAO.

I have no basis to say this but what if AA will face Maschenny's minions and they give hints about Maria and lit up the path to Khun Family Arc. I don't think said little brother is Ran, tho. The Wiki states Ran wants to kill Maschenny, and I feel like she is the type that will sardonically call any Khun male younger than her as "little brother."

Hansung really says "Me? Wanna be a hero? Nuts."

But anw, what is 'Where it all began?' Why is he "the only one mad for Jahad and the Great Families for turning their back against morals'? Am I forgetting something about Hansung's past or is it really not touched upon yet?

I still can't believe I start with "I hate Yu Hansung" and now I'm all "I love Yu Hansung." Or the fact that Hansung, Karaka, White and Kallavan, all antagonists from previous long, long seasons, now are allied with Bam. What kind of fever dream is this.

Flash news: Yasratcha is into mixed furries.

*Haratcha spewing those words on Hansung* Me: Wow he really hates heroes huh *Haratcha's past is shown* Me: Wow he really hates himself huh.

So Haratcha's past is basically Elaine's but so much bloodier. And it's tragic in a different way because unlike Elaine's family, the Rashangs didn't start off such greedy bastards. They were just a good minority group that was being persecuted. But when they got to taste wealth, comfort and power for a bit too long, they became cruel and lazy.

And "How People Change" is a common theme in TOG. Just look at Bam in general, or Floor of Death arc with Joe, or Jahad and the Great Family Heads who, as Data!Eduan and Data!Jahad stated, were not like *that* before.

Haratcha's dying scene is unnerving because of how much this stays true. The ghosts (?) of the Rashangs are still so greedy. But when he offers them the only thing he has left, his mark, they just curtly say 'we have that already.'

His dying thought is correct: The Rashangs had no ambition. They never learned. They were given multiple chances to go back to living normally and safely, but they busted them all. They had passed the point of salvation because, as narrated, " They could no longer stand it if anyone had even a little it more than them. They developed a habit of demanding equality, but they made no effort to make things truly equal."

But that didn't go one way. Haratcha was the one enabling the Rashangs to depend on him and eventually leech him off. He said "I will give you power"; he never said, "Let's become strong together." He shot himself on the foot by becoming their wish-granting machine. Just like how he accused Hansung of doing, Haratcha was trying to be a hero for his marginalized people. But one fundamental mistake and several unfortunate things kickstarted his downfall.

Hansung himself also highlighted this. Hansung was not a hero trying to save anyone. He encouraged races trampled under Jahad to stand up for themselves, he made use of people, he left those dragging him. All of these were not things Haratcha did.

Said fundamental mistake, at least for me is that it got worse for Haratcha because unlike Elaine who still had her subordinate, he was alone. He was the lone leader of the group and the only one Yasratcha transformed into a feline. There was no one to raise with him nor to fall with him. No one understood what he really wanted, no one truly asked or argued more with him.

So when the pre-greed Rashangs worried about him and he waved them off with the words "Ask me anything, I'll give it to you!" they believed him and took it literally. After that he just kept giving and giving despite everything until it drained him and led him to kill everyone. And the reason why he couldn't be as harsh as Hansung is, why he is the wannabe-hero one, is because it was out of unconditional love that he did everything for his people.

(I'm just a fan of Hero Deconstruction so don't mind me spitballing about one minor character's past.)

By the way, SIU's narration and drawings to show Haratcha's past is insanely good and chilling. Right to the very end, it was *chef kiss* God I miss SIU so much it's so good to have him back.

#tower of god #tog spoilers #random saying

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nose-bandaid · 4 years ago

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-27°C

Yuto x (gender neutral) Reader fluff | 1.5k words

synopsis: the weather is cold and now yuto is clingy.

a/n: that was the shortest synopsis i’ve ever written. have some clingy yuto because i’m so soft for this man:)

image from pintrest !!

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It was going to be a very cold day, but you were prepared.

The weather channel had forecasted it, more than one family member had texted you a doting message to stay warm, and the snow blanketing the ground outside last night told you enough.

Your bed was cozy when you woke up, and you were immediately thankful that you had fluffed up your thickest blanket in the dryer before you went to bed. That, along with your comfiest pyjamas did wonders to keep you warm. The body pressed against you only made you feel warmer when you gently flipped yourself onto your other side and came face to face with your boyfriend, Yuto.

His eyes were wide open, just like yours, and you both giggled at how you ended up catching each other staring. He then brought a hand to your cheek to guide you into a soft kiss as your legs intertwined with each other a little underneath the blankets.

"Good morning." His voice was still a little gravelly from the long hours of sleep and you replied with your own quiet “good morning”. When the sun peeked out from the clouds to shine straight into his eyes, he let out a groan and rubbed his face. Pushing himself into a sitting position, he blinked a few times to gather his bearings and promptly shivered.

"Why is it so cold?" He muttered out the question that bordered a childish whine as he pulled the blanket back to his neck. You sat up yourself and scooted over to lean your head on his shoulder, settling into his side.

"The apartment heating sucks — you know that. And they said it's going to be freezing all day, love, so I guess we just have to get used to it." You answered and placed a kiss on his cheek to cheer him up.

It did, and he asked for another.

"Come on, I'll prepare some warm drinks for breakfast and we can spend the day snuggling. I don't have much to do."

Yuto beamed at your offer and for a moment, you were glad that the weather was so cold.

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You lied. You weren't so glad that the weather got cold.

It wasn't that difficult for you to adjust to the temperature — your warm sweater, socks, and a blanket every so often did the trick. Yuto, however, couldn't get used to it, and nothing seemed to help. You lent him one of your knitted scarves and it was wrapped cozily around his neck as you prepared breakfast. You suggested wearing gloves, but he insisted on his sweater paws being enough.

(It didn’t really work, his fingers were still frozen solid whenever he touched you).

As you watched the food heat up on the stove, Yuto seemed to have made it his goal to be as clingy as possible. With his arms wrapped around you, he didn't even let up when you had to grab something from the fridge. His hands kept their tight grip as he half-waddled half-shuffled behind you, trying to keep up with every move you made.

"Is this what we're doing all day?" You finally asked, when you almost tripped for the 3rd time that morning because of his weight against yours.

"Maybe..." He unclasped his hands to pat your head. "You're really warm — how are you so warm?"

"Well you know what they say," You started confidently and then halted when your mind short-circuited. Yuto let out a small "hm?" at your pause.

"...I actually don't know what they say." You admitted and he stopped cuddling for a moment to let out a laugh.

"But as much as I love being your heater, the food is going to burn if you don't let me go, love."

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The two of you spent the rest of the morning lazily getting ahead on your own individual work. It was your turn to choose the music today and a song from your queue played out into the quiet room, save the few times Yuto had to flip a page in his notebook.

The snow had also begun to fall again.

That meant the weather outside was only going to get gloomier, which it did. And Yuto only got colder.

He started by moving closer to you. Before you both sat on opposite ends of the couch, giving each other enough room to work, but now, he was pretty much leaning onto you as he absentmindedly scribbled down more lyrics onto the pages.

Not much later, you began to suspect that he committed more of his attention to watching you, rather than his book. Every time your hand drifted away from your work, he would snatch it so that he can intertwine his cold fingers into yours and bury your hands into the front pocket of his hoodie. When you tugged on him to let you go, he'd reluctantly do so, only to wait for your hand to be free again.

Eventually, you decided that you weren't going to get much done if your boyfriend was going to be this clingy, and the work — thankfully — wasn't the most important.

"Okay I think that's enough work for the both of us today. You were done a long time ago, weren't you?" You sighed, letting the other finally take both of your hands into his.

"My sudden burst of inspiration died off the moment the sun went away. Why must this winter be so cruel." He said deadpanned and leaned in to kiss you. Once. Twice.

"You're sweet, though.” He concluded. “And warm."

He really wasn't going to leave you alone ever, was he?

"Then how about we watch something and maybe you'll get some ideas." You suggested as you switched the TV on.

"But you're all the inspiration I need." He replied cheekily, and you held back a laugh, not wanting to give in to his clingy agenda.

"Uh-huh, say that when you're not using me and my warmth for your own personal gain, and maybe I'll believe you, sir."

"Listen, it's not my fault that it's freezing, and it's not my fault that you're able to manage so well." Yuto retaliated and adjusted the blanket on top of him.

"You're seriously making me consider buying us a kotatsu* now." You said and gestured at the empty space in the room you were in. "We can maybe fit one here; keep us warm while we work."

He rested his head on your shoulder and you played with his hair as he spoke. "If it's not getting warmer anytime soon, then I'm down with that. It'll remind me of my home too, and that's always nice."

"That's exactly why I offered it." You responded quietly as the show began to start. He didn't answer you, but you did see him smile softly.

After a couple of episodes, you shifted the weight of the blanket onto Yuto entirely and got up from the couch, stretching once you did.

"Where are you going?" He whined, disappointed at the sudden loss of warmth.

"Yuto, honey, I'm going to the bathroom." You paused and cocked an eyebrow in his direction. "Do you really want to join me for something like this?"

He slumped back onto the couch and reached over to grab the remote abandoned on the floor. "Nevermind, have fun. Please come back soon, your boyfriend loves you a lot."

You chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind, tell him I love him too."

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Surprisingly in the evening, Yuto insisted that he'd be the one to take the trash out, despite the snow that fell persistently.

Not so surprisingly, when he returned, hair dusted in white and cheeks rosy, he immediately buried himself into the blanket you had wrapped around you. His winter coat was discarded haphazardly on the floor and he pulled one of your arms into your chest, pressing his cheek against yours. You swatted him away when you felt just how cold his skin was.

"I am literally going to eat winter." He muttered, along with some more incoherent recounts of his journey to the trash bins outside.

"You're the one who was so determined to take the trash out, though?"

"It's only fair after all you've done for me. I'm a kind person." Yuto sent you a toothy grin which you returned.

This one, you could at least agree with.

"Alright then, you smooth talker, I'll agree to cuddle for the rest of the night because you were just so kind."

"Are we not already cuddling?" He countered.

"I could push you off the couch and we won't be cuddling anymore, if that's what you'd like." You smirked back.

Yuto immediately flopped to rest on your lap, putting all his weight onto you to prevent you from leaving. "No wait please don't." He then reached out to grab your hands into his cold ones again. "Please love me."

You laughed at his childish actions and bent down to kiss him on the lips. It was a little awkward and sloppy, but neither of you minded.

"Am I not already loving you?"

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*kotatsu = a low, wooden table frame covered by a futon, or heavy blanket, upon which a table top sits with a heat source underneath.

#pentagon #pentagon yuto #yuto #kloveletternet #pentagon x reader #adachi yuto #yuto x reader #pentagon fluff #yuto fluff #nose-bandaid

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nagiscap · 4 years ago

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nice to meet you - chapter 117 review!

im adding the chapter name to the the title i think it is an important addition. i just wanted to give a quick update on what im working on so there are two requests im churning out rn and i am close to hitting 100 followers so i am planning on doing some type of 100 followers drabble, ficlet or smth like that event! okay without further ado let’s get into this chapter WARNING!! there will be SPOILERS AHEAD!!

rin is giving me very ignored brother energy rn. the sae copycat behaviour is quite sad but i would love an explanation for why he is the way he is because this was quite comical to me and i was trying my best to contain myself bc i was reading this chapter in my photo class

so basically the key to their success is practice makes perfect and itoshi rin’s awakening hmmm idk if i love it or hate it but it makes enough sense where i am not thinking wow what extreme plot armour so i am okay with it

this mf is crazy and i love him like he really is going leaps and bounds to protect the goal which is impressive and oliver also i rlly like this panel and this chapter in general with the ball movement it looks extra good this chapter and idk why

he is a bit of a meanie a little bit of a trash talker and i like it i like the zest

kinda reemphazing my point from before (practice makes perfect mantra) i mean the blue lock bois did work rlly hard especially compared to the u20 team which rlly just seemed to beef bc of sae’s and shidou’s crazy asses so in a sense it does make sense that practice is a factor that makes blue lock “better” than the u20 team idk if i explained that well lmao

the defense on the u20 team is crazy the keeper doesn’t even have to do shit oml but fr claps to them holy moly they are sacrificial

YUP I AM BACK ON MY BS LOOKS WHO IS BACK GO BOYFIE GO DO YA THANG

ok subtle nagi evolution like i am feeling this rn as a nagi stan like yes we love a little technical development i am curious if this will occur for everyone on the team especially bc imo i think blue lock will end with a team and not just one striker this is just my opinion tho lol

YOU TELL EM KING EXACTLY SPEAK UR NAME INTO EXISTENCE LET THEM MF KNOW WHAT NAGI DO LEGEND BEHAVIOUR YUPPPPPPP OFC NAGI THE ONE TO BRING BLUE LOCK BACK INTO THE GAME OFC NAGI IS SUPREME DUH

i just found this to be vvv funny and a lil cute

YUP YUP YUP THIS AINT THE END OF NAGI SUPREMACY AS NAGI SAID NICE TO MEET YOU THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING AHHHHHHHH

japan is shook to the core bc nagi did what a king do they couldnt handle it loser behaviour displayed in 4k nagi is dissapointed but i got his back lmao anyway i love seishiro nagi he is a king icon legend god etc. this chapter like others proved it again this is the nagi content i needed and i was waiting for it too because it’s been a bit of a drought and the last time we saw him it was lowkey loser behaviour but he bounced back cuz thats what legends do

#seishiro nagi #nagi seishirou #bllk #blue lock #yoichi isagi #oliver aiku #nagi #Anime / Manga #manga #chelsea’s thoughts #isagi #aiku

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 years ago

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Save Me From Myself - Leone Abbacchio

The best thing that could ever happen in my life is to become a part of the gang Passione - Or, to be more specific, a part of Buccellati’s team, filled with people with so many past issues that somehow manage to work together and support each other with everything they’ve got, despite their huge differences.

We have, from youngest to oldest, we have:

Giorno, a super cute and pure angel of a kid who is super smart and ambitious. Fugo, a super smart and caring yet hella violent kid who can’t control his temper. Narancia, ADD kiddo who behaves like a 10 year old, but is funny and has nice dance moves. Mista, hella funny guy and easy going, but can get distracted by weird things. Bruno, the mum of the group, everyone loves and looks up to him. And we have Abbacchio, who’s the oldest, acts somehow like the responsible dad of the group, yet he’s more of a very gloomy wine dad.

Of course, being a part of Bruno’s team, we already know each other’s backstories and we know how to support and protect each other when we need it, both morally and emotionally, since, after all, nobody is made of ice or stone.

But that is something that perhaps neither Abbacchio nor I chose to admit...Or maybe we already know that, but we don’t want to say it out loud, because if we do, it will make it real, and we don’t want the bad parts to be real.

When we have pair up missions, I’d usually be paired with Abbacchio, since apparently, we make quite a good team, and can’t say that I complain - He knows when to stay silent, when to make a witty or sarcastic comment, has very nice dark jokes and can be a great conversation partner, especially when it comes to music and bands.

What I realised, however, that I’m not sure everyone knows, is that Abbacchio has a dose of self-hatred so large that it would include the dose of everyone from the team...No, rather said, of all Italy.

Unfortunately, when you’re someone like me, you can easily realise when someone isn’t doing mentally and emotionally too well, and what’s worse, as an empath, you can feel it just like an arrow impaling your heart.

It’s already been about a year since Giorno joined our team and for some reason, things started taking a turn for the unexpected whenever we’d have our weekly restaurant gatherings.

It all started when Mista got himself a girlfriend, and honestly, everyone was shocked because so far, nobody actually had any kind of love life, but we were all super proud and happy for him. He has always been a fun and easy going guy, very adventurous and this charm of his unexpectedly drew interesting girls to him, and managed to get completely head over heels with one.

Three weeks later, Mista couldn’t come to the hang out because he was taking his girlfriend on a date out of the city, but we found out that Giorno, with his really cute tricks and natural innocent charm, found himself in a relationship with a flower girl, very kind and sweet. They met when she was walking her puppy and he pulled on the leash so hard that she fell, but Giorno caught her and helped her out with the puppy, and it was love at first sight.

Of course, we were all very happy for them, because obviously, Giorno deserves the best in life...

And yet, it was weird when we were so few at the table at weekend hang outs.

It didn’t take long for Bruno to fall for a beautiful singer at a jazz bar, who, he found out, always bought meals for children of the streets and bought them clothes and tried to take care of them the best she could.

And now that our Mum friend was busy with his beloved, we are told by Fugo that he also managed to find a girl who is extremely calm, patient and intelligent, just his type, and they are planning a few museum and bookshop dates, as well of some very chill hang outs in the park.

Not even a week later, it was only me, Abbacchio and Narancia at the table, but the little duck was overly enthusiastic today, and told us that he found a girl who doesn’t mind his energetic and airhead personality and wants to take HIM out on an arcade date, and he needs some dating advice so he wouldn’t screw up.

“These kids are so pure and adorable, don’t you think, Leone?” I let out an amused breath, realising that, by now, it was only I and him at the table. “Yeah...They are. they deserve it.” he nodded simply, yet he seemed to not be over with his thoughts. “You seem like you want to say something else. Do you have anything on your mind that you’d like to share?...Hold up, is that lipstick on your neck?” I ask in a gentle voice, that turned into a gasp, which made him hum as he closed his eyes and think over, trying to wipe away the lipstick from his skin. “Well, I suppose I should say it after all. I asked a girl out and we’re going on a date next weekend, so I won’t be present for our weekly hang out...Not that it would make much of a difference, considering we’re the only ones left.” hearing him say that so nonchalantly, broke my heart in very little pieces, but at the same time, I was happy for him. “Woaw, that’s great, I’m so happy for you, Abba! I hope she’s everything you wish for and that you’ll both be happy together!” I congratulated him, but he only let out an amused breath, looking away slightly. “Yeah...Thanks, I guess.” he spoke in a low voice, seemingly absent minded. “You still have something on your mind -... No, rather said, on your heart. Is it something you’d rather keep to yourself?” I ask in a softer voice, leaning a bit on the table. “I’m not sure...” he trailed on, before glancing at him, blinking but not saying anything for a while. “Well, doesn’t matter, I’m not really a talker anyway. I have to go. See you around, Kat.” he nodded at me before leaving the restaurant, leaving me alone. “Bye...” I mutter to myself, staring at the empty seat in front of me.

It was then that I was reminded just how alone I really was, even when surrounded by people that I hold dear, and in turn, hold me dear... Well, not that it really mattered now anyway, since I was truly alone now, both spiritually and physically.

I got up from my seat and started walking around the city aimlessly, not really knowing what to do. When everyone else wasn’t so busy, I’d cling on one of them, depending on the mood I had at the moment...But now? Now I feel like nothing more than a wingless bird, or a paper plane in the wind, just trying to stay in the air.

Everywhere I looked, everyone was happy, everyone had someone that made them happy, and in turn, would make said person happy... And then I’d think at myself, and I’d find nothing more than an endless void of nothingness.

It’s true, I used to date someone too, before Giorno joined us, but...I never, even once, missed one of our hang outs. I suppose the team, my family, for me, was always more important than a relationship that may or may not be fleeting. And...I suppose that’s why my ex kept speaking like that to me, and seeing me in such a bad light. A difference in ideals and mind views that is so radical is never going to work out.

I already miss my Family, despite of how dysfunctional we all are.

How odd.

The next weekend, I went to the restaurant at the regular time, hoping that I would see at least one of the guys... But I was merely lying to myself, or my heart, that is. My brain already knew I was going to be alone.

One week, two weeks, three weeks...

The only time I’d meet them is when we’d have to go on missions or stuff like that.

I can’t believe how fast happiness can disappear...It’s almost like it never existed in the first place. How is that fair?

Why am I the only one left alone? Am I really that much of a bad person? Am I really that bad? Or ugly? Or annoying? Or what the hell is wrong with me? And more, what the hell is wrong with my heart? Why does it hurt so much? Why do I keep feeling the need to break down and cry every night with no exception? But I’m not sure what’s worse, the fact that I feel the need to cry my emotions out and scream my frustrations out at the sky... Or the fact that I can’t?

For the love of God, I can’t express my emotions, I can’t feel them, or maybe I feel too many at once and they threaten to explode, hell, I don’t even understand anything anymore.

This...Is really not fair at all...

About two months into this whole mess, I found myself going out by the sea every night, drinking some red wine that Abbacchio always drank and surprisingly, wasn’t too bad for my tastes, and I would just stare at the sky and let my emotions pour out, but not without cursing myself for looking like an alcoholic.

What was different that night, however, was a very familiar voice that seemed rather irked, continued by a very pitched and nagging female voice.

It sounded like Abbacchio...But I could always be mistaken. After all, drinking a whole bottle of red wine by myself wasn’t the smartest thing to do.

They seemed to be arguing...I don’t know...I wouldn’t want to intervene in their couple affairs. Or at least, that’s what I said, until I heard a loud slapping sound, followed by a deathly silence, which is when I realised that the woman he was with slapped him.

I may not be his girlfriend, but godamn it, nobody treats my family like that...

I marched to where the sound of the woman yelling at him came from, and despite possibly being a bit wobbly, I wasn’t even sure, I glared at her, catching her wrist before she could slap him once again.

“Who the hell are you?! Who do you think you are, getting between me and my boyfriend like that?! You look like some drunk slut from the highway, we have no money for your cheap ass!” she shrieked in my face, trashing violently, but I made no hostile move, except for glaring blankly at her. “He’s my family...And I’ll be dead before I allow anyone to treat my family with such disrespect.” I spoke in a low and threatening voice, gripping her wrist tighter. “It’s fine, Katrina, I deserved it.” Abbacchio tried to defend his girlfriend, but I was having none of it. “No, it’s not fine. And you didn’t deserve it. Nobody deserves to be treated like that by the person they love.” I reply simply, but that seemed to make hell break loose. “Oh my GOD! Leone, this is all your fault! Who the hell made you know such a fucking annoying chick like her who doesn’t mind her own damn business?! Screw it, I’m going home! You owe me a nice fucking date next time!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, before pushing me away and stomping in the opposite direction. “God damn it...” Abbacchio’s low voice was barely audible. “Are you okay, Abba...? Does it hurt where she slapped you? Can I heal it with my Stand?” I tried to reach out instinctively with my hands, but he slapped them away harshly, glaring at me, which made me widen my eyes in shock. “Abba...?” I was barely able to speak out. “What the fuck is your problem?! Why do you have to put your nose everywhere that doesn’t concern you? That was MY girlfriend! My date, my problem, my responsibility! ALL mine! You never stop trying to pry into others’ business, under the pretext that we’re family and you want the best for us, but have you ever thought that maybe we DON’T need OR want that?!” it was the first time he spoke so harshly and aggressive toward me, that I had to take a few steps back, away from him, then turn around to hide the tears streaming down my face. “Okay. I won’t bother you ever again. I’m sorry I’m such a bother for everyone around me. Goodbye.” I manage to speak in a shaky voice, as I started walking back towards the place where I stood previously, but I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder. “W-Wait...Are you crying...?” Leone spoke in an unsure voice, as if he was somehow taken back to reality. “That shouldn’t concern you, should it? It’s none of your business and you shouldn’t pry so much into it. That IS what you said, right, Abbacchio? Who cares about poor little, annoying Katrina, after all? Nobody. Let it remain that way. Who knows, maybe you’ll have the look to completely get rid of me very soon.” I slapped his hand away, before disappearing into the night, not even bothering to hear him out anymore.

From then on, I wasn’t even able to fake my happiness, my face remaining blank and emotionless for most of the time, and I’d only stay around the team for as long the mission needed me, and then I’d just leave back home, to my little safe heaven where I could be myself... But honestly, I couldn’t even be myself there, for I wouldn’t even be able to cry out my feelings or anything of the sort, and for the most time, I’d just watch a movie or listen to music, without feeling anything at all, just wasting my time blankly.

The other guys would voice their concerns quite often and loud, since I wasn’t my usual calming, gentle and happy go lucky self anymore, and it was clear that something was wrong...Especially when I refused to stay anywhere near the silver haired man.

It wasn’t until Bruno paired me up with said man that hell broke loose in a way, and the whole drive to the assigned place was filled with awkward silence, with Abbacchio trying to make conversation by asking if I like the song that’s on or I want to change it, but I didn’t bother giving him any answer, merely looking in front of me as I drove.

By the time we got to the docks to investigate the place, I walked away from him to do my job, but he just stood there, staring into the horizon, trying to say something, but something was keeping him - Most likely his own walls he created.

“We should talk.” he finally spoke up after excruciating minutes. “Really?” I asked sarcastically, now even bothering to look at him. “What were you doing at the beach that night?” he asked after a long pause. “Strictly confidential.” I replied blankly, looking at the little dock house. “What...?!” my response seemed to shock him since I was never so harsh and direct with him, always preferring to speak with a gentler and softer way. “It’s none of your business, is it? Your words, not mine.” I explained as I got inside and looked around the place. “I didn’t mean that. Not a word I said.” he tried to say, but I cut him off fast. “Activate your Stand already, stop wasting time.” I got out, looking at him with a bored expression. “Besides, words spoken always have a meaning and consequences. Action-Reaction, like in Physics, y’know?” I pointed out, as I took a seat on one of the logs around. “Look, I know I fucked up. I lashed out at you for no reason, and I’m sorry about that. I want to make it up to you. You were right to worry about me. Anyone from the team would have done the same. I was an asshole with you, I know that. I let my feelings go out of control... I'm just that kinda guy... a worthless guy who can't see anything through to the end. I always screw it up halfway through.” he spoke now more than I’ve ever heard him before, but the way he described himself made me cringe. “Don’t...Speak like that about yourself...” I muttered, shifting my gaze from him to Moody Blues. “Huh? Even now, after I was such an asshole with you, you try to protect me? Aren’t you an angel?” he chuckled lightly, which only made me sneer. “Shut up. I’m sorry for caring about you and for not wanting you to go through what I’ve been through. But I should’ve known better. You’re 21, you already have enough experience to know what you get yourself into. I won’t say a word next time, don’t worry. I promised not to bother anyone again.” I rolled my eyes, crossing my legs to get more comfortable in my seat. “That guy really was a bastard, wasn’t he...?” he muttered with a somehow softened expression. “Don’t try to turn this around. This conversation isn’t about me and nor should you be concerned about me or my feelings in any way.” I reminded him once again, but he was always a stubborn guy. “Lately, I’ve been feeling worse and worse...I guess I just needed a distraction. I never held any feelings for that woman, nor did she for me.” he tried to justify himself, but I merely shrugged. “I don’t see how that concerns me in any way.” I scoffed in annoyance. “You’re the only one I’d trust with my feelings.” he spoke after a brief silence, but I could only laugh sardonically. “Oh, really? Really, now? Are you sure you want to say that after that night? Because, as far as I’m concerned, you want me out of your life! Why would you even bother trying to justify your actions to someone like me anyway?!” I got up, glaring at him dead on. “Look, I give you every right to be mad at me! You can go ahead and punch me or kick me or slap me or whatever, it doesn’t matter, I won’t feel anything so if it will make you feel better, lash out your anger on me, I’d deserve it anyway.” he spoke a bit louder, yet he wore his raw feelings on his sleeve. “Why...Would I do that? You, of all people, should know that I would never, in a million years, do something like that, no matter how angry I am. Are you trying to mock me...?” I narrowed my eyes at him, but he merely shook his head. “I’m trying to get you to forgive me. I’m just very bad at this whole feel-thing...Or people-thing. You already know my past and I’m pretty sure you figured by now why I act the way I act. It’s not rocket science. So just...Tell me what to do to get you to forgive me and be the way we were before. I can’t stand the idea of you hating me.” his voice became much softer and more emotional by the end of it, something uncharacteristic of him. “I don’t hate you.” I looked down, crossing my arms. “You don’t...?” he stepped forward, his face shocked. “I can’t. No matter how much I want to hate you for what you did...I can’t.” I mutter, biting my lip, averting my eyes away from him, until...”Hey...Doesn’t that look oddly enough like your girlfriend...?” I ask breathlessly as Moody Blues took the shape of the girl at the beach. “Oh, great...My hookup is a villain Stand user. Great news.” he facepalmed in anger, before he ran full speed towards me, pushing me away. “Look out!” “Wh-What...?! Leone...?!” I gasped in shock, seeing him on the ground, a really ugly wound on his torso. “Guess we have to kill her.” he chuckled weakly, as I could feel a drop of sweat run down my back. “Damn it, you idiot! You shouldn’t have done that! Why the hell would you do something like that?!” I freaked out, looking at his bleeding wound. “I’ll tell you if I make it through this.” he wore the ghost of a smile that almost challenged me. “...You always know how to irk me the wrong way, don’t you?” I grit my teeth, before I got up, activating my Stand. “I’m not a violent person, chickadee, but now you’ve done it. You really got me mad.” I growled, creating blasting shots of water and throwing them at the woman in front of me. “Awww, what is it? Were you jealous, after all? Were you after my man all this time~?” she giggled, throwing her own blasts of whatever kind of energy that was. “I have no reason to be jealous. Especially not on someone like you.” I smirk as I made molecules of water depart from the actual blast, that would glue themselves on her skin and would get absorbed into her organism. “Oh, really? Can you really afford to say that, even now, knowing that he fucked me?” she laughed condescendingly, but she had no idea what a gruesome demise she’d have. “I almost pity you, you know? You seem like the kind of person who never knew what love is...Not that I’m sympathetic to you in any way. But sure, use that as an excuse to pretend you’re not just an empty shell of yourself.” I chuckled, before snapping my fingers together, which made her explode. “Au revoir.” I flipped my hair, looking at the place she was at just a few seconds ago, before rushing to the fallen ally. “That was pretty cool.” Abbacchio smirked breathlessly. “Guess my plan worked. I tried to look cool in front of you.” I let out an amused breath, before I took off his top, focusing the water to regenerate the cells on his wound so he would heal. “It worked damn well.” he said in a lower voice, watching me heal his wound. “Next time, don’t do that. I almost had a heart attack.” I bit my lip, not daring to meet his gaze. “It’s fine...I don’t feel anything. I haven’t in a long while.” he tried to make light of the situation, but I knew. I knew the truth, but I couldn’t say anything.

I didn’t even realise that I stopped healing him until tears started falling down my cheeks without any means to stop.

“H-Hey, why are you crying? I was joking, don’t take me so seriously-” he tried to take that back, but I knew better. “Don’t do that...Don’t. Just don’t. I already know...I know that so much that it hurts...” I manage to speak, hiding my face with my hands, not wanting him to see me crying. “Hey, come on...No need to cry over someone like me. Your pretty face should shine with a smile all the time, not cry.” he put his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. “Don’t act so brave in front of me, it’s annoying. Not when I already know how much you’re hurting...I understand you so well...I’m just too scared to say it out loud...But lately, I couldn’t even pretend that it’s not true. That’s why...I wanted to protect you from everything bad that would make you feel even worse...” I tried to explain myself, until I felt a kiss on the top of my head. “Look, I’ll be frank. I love you. I’m done hiding. I didn’t want to say anything ‘cause you deserve better, not a depressed guy who’s stuck in the past. You deserve someone bright and caring like Buccellati who’d treat you like a princess and all that. I’m not worthy of your feelings.” he stroked my hair gently, pouring all his feelings out. “Don’t...Say that...Ever again. Look at me...You think I’m any better? Do you have any idea how lonely I’ve felt all this time since you all got too busy for your family? Do you have any idea how bad I felt without you guys around? As if before that wasn’t bad enough...Now I’ve become an even greater mess. I either cry randomly, or feel nothing at all. I don’t even know what I am or what I feel anymore...And you say you’re no good for me? Did you hit your head too or what?” I spoke out everything I had to say, not even feeling embarrassed or scared anymore. “Don’t say that...You will regret it later on. I can’t even help myself, how could I possibly support you emotionally in any way?” he asks in a self-deprecating tone. “You’re impossible...” I sigh dramatically, as I raise my head and cupping his face, I capture his purple-painted lips in a tender kiss, with enough passion to show him that I mean it, but gentle enough, almost as if afraid that either of us would break from the pent up emotions that kept overwhelming us. “Are you sure...?” he mutters, his eyes wide in surprise. “If you want another one, you can just say so.” I smirk softly, before he put one arm around me, while his other hand was on the back of my head, and he pulled me into another kiss, just as full of love. “Do I really have to ask?” he let out an amused breath. “No. I’ll just let you steal them.” I could feel the ghost of a side-smile creeping on my face as I helped him get up from the ground. “Well, mission complete. Let’s go back home now. We gotta report to our dear Capo, after all.” I intertwined my fingers with his. “There’s gonna be a lot of explaining to do. How bothersome.” he said, yes the chuckle betrayed his words. “Hey, I’ll just look at the bright side. I won’t have to sit at the restaurant table by myself anymore.” I shrugged with an innocent smile on my face. “Low blow, tesoro. Low blow.” he shook his head, yet he was smiling, just as much.

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jtmcu · 4 years ago

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okay actually here is the logic behind my arm wrestling rankings because I am bored and quarantining

1. Daisy: obviously pre-buried Daisy is shredded and the intimidation factor is more influential than you’d think. post-buried she can still easily beat Jon but that’s probably about it.

2. Martin: Martin is fucking STRONG man, you wouldn’t really notice bc he’s so big but like man has got MUSCLES and he will use them. a gracious winner.

3. Georgie: Georgie actually is not terribly strong compared to the others but her technique is FLAWLESS, she has the exact right angle down pat. she actually won first place a bunch before martin figured out how to counter her angle. plus daisy’s intimidation doesn’t work on her so.

4. Tim: he works out, he is very competitive, he WILL challenge anyone that beats him to 10 rematches and whine when he loses. everyone allows it because they like ogling his arms.

5. Melanie: she is by far the most competitive one here and also the most proficient trash talker, however for all her energy and passion she is simply very small and no matter how much she wants to win she is 5’3. A for effort.

6. Basira: very closely matched with Melanie, only loses because she just does not care as much. also she can beat Daisy a good 50% of the time. no one knows how, she consistently loses to everyone else above her, but she’s got some sort of secret knowledge about Daisy’s technique or something.

7. Sasha: I know this may not be a popular opinion but I think Sasha is a little bit of a weakling. She works out but just cardio no weightlifting and I mean come on. She’s a hacker.

8. Jon: as expected Jon simply has noodle arms. he didn’t want to participate anyway because he knew he’d lose but after endless needling from Tim and Melanie he finally gave in and went against Martin. he started blushing the moment their hands touched and lost within half a second then locked himself in his office.

#DONT ask about the timelines. They dont exist

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fleetwooded · 4 years ago

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Are you a canucks fan? Could you spare a moment to elaborate on their history/narrative? Or tell me about what makes the team interesting? I’m looking for a playoff team to get invested in now that the pens are out

ABSOLUTELY I CAN!! lets go through these questions one by one

1. are you a canucks fan?

WHAT a question. am i a canucks fan? am i? like, yes, but no, but obviously, but i wish i wasn’t, but i will never quit them. the thing about being part of a hockey family in canada is that you don’t really get a choice about being a fan of your Team, and also no one really considers themselves fans per se. if you are a part of a hockey family, watching hockey is something that is embedded in your blood and your rituals and the legacy of your forefathers... but i feel in a very different way then i’ve seen in american football families or etc?

i don’t know, maybe i’m wrong, but being part of a hockey family is really about solemnly, often miserably, sometimes joyously, watching hockey Together. it’s about false nationalism and having no collective identity as canadians and therefore constructing one around hockey customs and rituals and superstitions and rivalries. at least in my experience, it’s not at all about like... masculinity, or anger, or even really competitiveness. you don’t get mad when your team loses - you grit your teeth and you bear it and you talk about how the coach should be fired and you patiently wait until your team gets good again. and if you haven’t suffered - if your team has not been Terribly, Devastatingly Bad, if you have not Earned It, then you should not win and everyone hates you (hence why no one likes the vegas golden knights).

anyways, if being a fan means knowing everything about a team and feeling passionately when they win and feeling grateful that they give you something to talk about with your dad then yes i am a canucks fan!!!

2. what’s the deal with their history/narrative?

for this bit it is important to keep in mind the Big Hockey Thing i mentioned above, which is that all teams/fans must suffer, and only through suffering can you earn victory. this probably indicates something fucked up about us but that’s another conversation!

so here’s a quick breakdown of the past 10 years of canucks history:

in 2011, the canucks had assembled a Perfect Team. our stars were the sedins, a pair of extremely talented swedish redhead twins who were acquired through some trading magic. we had alex burrows, a talented french-canadian trash talker, ryan kesler, a talented asshole, chris higgins & mason raymond, two talented hot men, and several star defencemen. and in net, roberto luongo, who was a GREAT goalie but would get into his head and absolutely fall apart at a moment’s notice. this Perfect Team dramatically beat our Nemisis the chicago blackhawks in the first round and made it to the stanley cup finals for the first time since 1994... only to come face to face with the boston bruins. the bruins were a huge, mean team, and they beat the canucks to a pulp every game. the entire city was losing it. we were so close to the cup, so close!!! and nothing else matters but that cup!!! and then - game seven - as close as you could possibly be - luongo has a complete breakdown and the bruins win 4-0. every goal worse than the last. the city riots! it was really really bad! all of the grinning and bearing it went out the window. people were devastated.

but the canucks were still good! right! right? well, they were good enough to win the presidents trophy the next season (prize for most regular season wins, no one cares about it) but not good enough to avoid losing the first round in 5 games. and then getting swept the next year. and then not even making the playoff the year after that. the glory days were over.

and then... well. longtime coach alain vigneault gets the chop, and in his place, the canucks decide to hire john tortorella, a man noted for being.... um.... an abusive asshole!! his habits included: incessantly berating his players, both to their faces and to the media. getting into physical fights with other coaches. basing his coaching approach around punishment and cruelty. etc etc etc. he decides he hates roberto luongo (who had already been the victim of several years of vitriol from the entirety of vancouver media). in the 2014 heritage classic, he chooses to start the backup goalie eddie lack - two days later, luongo is traded.

and that’s that. the sedins retire. the playoffs wither into a far off pipe dream. the team cycles through a couple more coaches and management teams, and continues to resist a full rebuild. several prospects who are supposed to revitalize the team end up fading away.

and then! whats that on the horizon! in the 2017 draft, the canucks choose elias pettersson as their fifth overall pick. just a little boy from sweden (continuing the canucks longtime love affair with swedish players) who rocked the world of the U20 SHL with one of the greatest seasons in the history of the league. he’s skinny and tall and sweethearted, and his debut is thrilling. all of a sudden, the canucks are fun to watch again. they have energy! they have speed! they have nifty passes!

the team, which seemed so listless before, lights up around him. bo horvat is the new captain, a boyish but Very Serious little leader. brock boeser is the american hotshot with the prince charming hair and a great shot. jacob markstrom is the new goalie anchoring the team - one of the players the canucks got out of the luongo trade who developed into a MUCH better goalie than anyone thought he would!! and now, a new baby rookie, little quinn hughes, who despite his talent moves through the world with an expression of constant existential horror.

somehow, suddenly, the pieces fall into place!! the team is... fun?!! they hold the leads that they used to inevitably give up! they score the goals that used to miss! they WON A PLAYOFF SERIES!!

3. what makes the team interesting?

okay, that was all very much a hockey family account of the canucks, and now i will do my very best to think through what makes them fandom interesting.

obviously, the thing at the heart of the team is Baby Boy Elias Pettersson. personally, i love the hockey team dynamic of This Is Our Boy And You’ll Die If You Touch Him. the hockey announcers LOVE talking about how everyone is always after pettersson - i believe a direct quote the other night was “all the big guys love to go after fresh meat, and pettersson is the freshest meat on the ice.” he’s teeny by hockey standards, so the other boys must protect him!!

beyond pettersson, there is just a LOVE that these boys all share with each other!! i think that they all feel acutely the responsibility of all the history above. they just won the first playoff series in like TEN YEARS and they feel the weight of that on their shoulders. but also they’re doing it!! they are the team we’ve been waiting for and they know it and they are so happy to be doing this together!! and the fact that they all share both that responsibility and that pride... ohhh i love it. i love that they probably have so much anxiety right now that must be soothed. i love that they must just all be so grateful for the prodigal son. i love all of it!!

#IDK IF ANY OF THIS IS AT ALL HELPFUL!!#if you decide to care about the canucks welcome and cross your fingers #vancouver canucks #hockey #long post

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recurring-polynya · 5 years ago

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Loved reading your comments on that Izuru post, especially about how people write teasing. You gave some great examples of things to definitely avoid; do you have any tips or general thoughts on writing good teasing?

I have never wanted to talk about anything more in my life.

Teasing is a form of dysfunctional communication that reveals a lot about all the parties involved. It can be layered and complicated, and it can both establish a lot about the relationships of your characters, and provide jumping off points for both bonding and miscommunication.

The most important things to think about when writing teasing are:

What is the teasing character trying to evoke? (this may be conscious or subconscious)

What are the sore points/not sore points of the character being teased?

What am I, the writer, trying to accomplish here?

Let’s start with a very easy example:

Draco Malfoy wants to make Harry Potter mad, so he teases him about his dead mom. J. K. Rowling’s goal as a writer is to convince you that Draco is a dick. It’s super-effective.

It’s a low-blow. It’s deeply mean. There’s no subtlety. This is just bullying. We have all experienced this, we know it when we see it. I don’t think this is the kind of teasing you were asking about, but it’s important to establish this as a baseline, because this is what teasing can turn into, if done wrong.

We can tweak this a little to a very different effect:

Draco wants to make Hermione upset, so he calls her a mudblood.

Harry doesn’t know what this word means, is confused.

Herminione knows this is an insult, but most plays it off. It’s not culturally significant to her and also, she DNGAF about Draco.

Ron goes spare. This is a huge insult to him, he loves his friends, and he has no chill.

Draco is still a dick, but he’s also kind dumb and focuses on insults that would be insulting to him because he doesn’t know his enemy very well and also is not good at thinking outside of his own head.

Now we have fit in exposition and a ton of character-building. Neat!

Let’s move on to friendly teasing. Here are some positive roles teasing can play:

Replacing uncomfortable tension in a group. Often you may have one character in the group who is an outsider for some reason. Perhaps they were a former antagonist, or someone who has some fundamental difference between the characters. Teasing, particularly over something incredibly low stakes and stupid, gives a reason for the outside character to be mildly irritated with the others, which makes it easier for them to relax the actual tension they feel by being in a group where they don’t belong. Think Aang shouting “Flameo, Hotman!” at Zuko or everyone making fun of Uryuu’s cape.

Finding comfort in being marginalized. This is closely related to self-deprecating humor, and a character shouldn’t say something about someone else if they wouldn’t say about themself. Also, characters are going to have different comfort levels with this. I will make jokes about how bisexually I dress and the way that I sit, but I don’t go around shouting “Oh my God, that’s super gay!” although I certainly have gay friends that do. This is a way you can establish how comfortable a character is in that identity, but it can be fraught, and if you don’t have some personal experience with the identity you’re writing about, I would avoid going too hard. In Bleach, I will often have characters from Rukongai bond a little more easily, and make fun of some of the more formal aspects of life in the Seireitei when there are no nobles around. Further, Rukia and Renji super low-class, even among the Rukongai crowd (only Zaraki and Yachiru are lower, and I have never once read a fanfic of Kenpachi and Renji bonding over this, and I’m mad about it), and so when I have them calling each other trashbags and lowlifes, it’s a case of “I can make fun of you because we come from the same mudpit, but I will cut anyone else who says this about you.”

Allowing characters to present in a way that they choose. We sometimes invent roles for ourselves that we want others to see. I do this a lot with Renji-- when he comes to the big city, he’s a big, rough, scary dude. I am 100% sure he broke peoples’ limbs in Inuzuri. But he wants to be liked and he wants to be approachable, especially now that he’s a vice-captain, so he puts on kind of a big dumb oaf routine, and all his friends support him in this by making jokes about skipping leg day and calling him a dope and a goob. These are not hurtful insults, because this is how he chooses to present himself.

Leveling group dynamics. Related to the previous item, a lot of times, friend groups require people to fulfill different roles in order to keep everything running smoothly. Take for example, the Renji - Momo - Izuru - Shuuhei friendship. They come from a lot of different backgrounds, they’ve each had a lot of different personal challenges, and the friendship has lasted a loooooong time. Izuru has a lot more money and class than the rest of them. Shuuhei is the oldest. I bet Momo got extremely full of herself when she became Aizen’s vice-captain. Renji lagged the rest of them in becoming vice-captain, but then, he came out of the Aizen debacle in better shape than everyone else. We can’t all confront all these complex interpersonal dynamics all the time, sometimes you just wanna hang out at the bar and drag each other a little, and it’s comfortable and relaxing to just fall back on personas. Everyone teases Renji for being dumb and strong, Shuuhei for being hot and dramatic, Izuru for being pasty and poetic, Momo for being organized and congenitally unable to break a rule. A great place to insert drama is when you have a character who has outgrown these dynamics, who is sick of playing a role within a friend group-- old jokes that used to gloss over uncomfortable matters are suddenly causing the discomfort.

Play. A lot of teasing is honestly just for fun. Scoring points on your friends. In this case, the teasing can be as harsh or soft as you like, although the harsher you go, the more you risk actually hurting someone’s feelings (again, story hook!) I love this as an example:

Ichigo tries to tease Orihime over old bread of all things. Orihime is fireproof, she knows Ichigo loves her old bread and also is incapable of delivering a sick burn, but then Ishida and Chad just pile on, suck it, Ichigo, we all know who runs this group of nakama.

As a writer, this is your chance to show off your humor chops! The purposes of these scenes is not just to show your friendships, but to have fun and be funny! Having characters just call each other names is not really funny. In this example, Ichigo is trying to be cool, and his crew, none of whom are remotely cool, all hit the OBJECTION button hard at the same time and it’s hilarious.

Giving friendships age. People you have been friends with for ages know things about you. Have characters bring up embarrassing stories. Tease each other about the way they used to be, but no longer are. This is also a powerful way to distinguish between an old friendship that is still going strong, and one that has gone stale, but persists, perhaps for nostalgia reasons, where the teasing rankles. Maybe your story wants to resurrect this friendship, or maybe you want to show a character moving on. This is also a way to add exposition: Say Character A, who is usually very casual, dresses up for a fancy event. You can have Character B rib them about how they have never seen them looking so good. Then you can have Character A react in a number of ways: self-conscious or defensive, perhaps, or they could be flirty and brag about how nice they clean up, it’s up to you!

Giving friendships depth. Best friends can say things that other friends and casual acquaintances can’t, in part because they have a keen understanding of how to hurt each other (and how not to). A key in portraying different levels of friendships is boundaries, and a great dramatic tool is bumping up against those boundaries. In general, I have Renji let Rukia tease him about nearly everything, but occasionally, she’ll bring up what a glory-hound he was in their school days, and he freezes up every time. She can’t really figure this out, because he’s usually game for letting her pick on his dumbass teen boy behavior and she can’t figure out how this is any different. The thing is, he’s never told her that the reason he was busting his ass was to impress her and to be able to get a good job and provide for her, and it blew up in his face, and he can’t very well admit that now, without having to admit a lot of other stuff, too. ::holds fist in the air:: This is the good stuff.

A corollary, tired jokes. Rukia is 4’9” tall and she must be sick to death of hearing about it. It’s so obvious and so lame. It sucks being short, it’s a huge inconvenience on a daily basis, especially when your job involves trying to be tough and intimidating. It’s not like she chose this for herself. This is the lowest possible hanging fruit of teasing. But that doesn’t mean we need to ignore it completely. I have characters like Ikkaku, who doesn’t know her all that well, and is also an ass, throw it at her a lot, and mostly she either sighs and rolls her eyes, or she insults him back. Now, if Renji never mentioned it, it would feel like he was tiptoeing around it, which Rukia would be offended by. She’s not humorless, just tired. So, instead, I will only have him make short jokes if a) they are actually funny, or b) it’s a situation where the joke is really obvious and they’ll usually follow up with something like “I had to.” The idea is that, as best friend and chief trash talker, he’s contractually obligated to make the joke, but he finds it almost as tired as she does. Also, I turn it around a lot by having her make fun of him for being tall, as though being 6’2” is some sort of embarrassment and that he did it on purpose, and he just takes it.

This is real. My husband and I were in a very similar professional field, and he makes more than me, even though I have more education and work harder, and he lets me make fun of what a useless white dude he is, but if he sees it coming, he will definitely make a “you can’t do math because you’re a woman” joke, which he obviously doesn’t think is true. Only he is allowed to do this. It is very cathartic. We also make jokes about how he will never truly be successful because he is short.

I don’t write Ichigo as much, but I approach this a little differently with him, a) because he hasn’t been friends with Rukia for as long, or on such a day-to-day basis that he knows how much this irritates her, and b) he’s a teen. Instead, I try to have him actually put some effort into his jokes, like calling her Shorty McCaptainface. “Shortstack” and fun-sized/travel-sized/adventure-sized (for your convenience) are much more gentler and playful.

Please, please, I beg you, do not use “midget.” It’s not a nice word and it’s so, so tired.

All of this goes generally for other types of characters with the kind of physical characteristics that tactless people feel free to comment (being fat, wearing glasses, having prominent teeth, etc), or experience structural discrimination. Just think about how you would like your best friend to handle it.

Arright, it’s time to hit the elephant in the room: Teasing that leads into romance. This was such a huge trope when I was a kid, I grew up steeped in this idea of “a boy teases you because he likes you,” and I’m honestly glad we’re starting to move past this as a culture. You can still have a fun and teasing relationship without being mean, which I will get to, but let’s start with the OG couple of teasing because they like each other: Ranma and Akane. Now, as it happens, I have been re-watching Ranma ½ with my husband, who had never seen it, and on one hand, this show is a pioneer, it is amazing in terms of comedic beats, but on the other hand, it’s aged quite a bit and smacks of “I hate my wife” Boomer humor with a heavy helping of “no homo!” slathered on top. So, here’s how it works:

Ranma and Akane have been forced into an engagement by their fathers. Despite the fact that they have pretty similar and compatible personalities, they get off on the wrong foot, compounded by the fact that they are each deeply insecure about their gender presentations. They are each also profoundly stubborn. So, what happens, every single episode, is that one or the other will do something kind or heroic for the other, and the other’s heart will go “oh SHIT I like them but to reveal so would be to present vulnerability” so they insult each other instead. The insults that Ranma and Akane fling at each other are deeply hurtful and they are super-effective. Now, the one who has taken the risk of going out on a limb for the other has now been lambasted for their efforts, and responds with more insults. This is the fundamental tension of the show: they like each other and are terrified to admit it, so they force the other apart.

Now, as the show progresses, my memory is (and forgive me if I get this wrong, we’re still pretty close to the beginning, and as far as the long game goes, I am sure my memory is contaminated by too much fanfic), far, far down the road, when they eventually come to understand each other better, when Ranma tells Akane she’s an uncute, tomboy, she’s able to parse that as “I like you so much and I want to say so, but seriously, you know how ridiculous my upbringing was,” and when she responds with “You pervert!”, Ranma knows she is really saying “I know that, and also, you do not need to feel self-conscious about your girl form, I’m kinda into that.”

This is essentially a slow burn tactic. You need a tremendous amount of time to build out this kind of relationship. A lot of people try to skip straight from “characters insult each other!” to “characters are in love, they just couldn’t admit it!” and it does not work, especially if you reader is a person who has ever been in a shitty relationship. I would not want to be with someone who called me hurtful names. The fact that they were trying to cover up the fact that they did it because they liked me is not romantic. It says to me, “this person does not treat the people they love well.” Writers, we can do better.

Teasing creates tension, as I said, and it is often that case that we use it to trade a feeling we can’t handle for one that we can. For Ranma and Akane, they are trading attraction for combativeness. They can’t admit they like each other because they are deeply stubborn and also because they are very, very immature.

Conversely, characters may tease to deflect their feelings because of outside forces that they have no control of.

Rukia is fundamentally uncomfortable expressing her feelings. She had no parents. She has no experience with unconditional love, which is pretty essential for healthy childhood development. I’ve talked before about my Rukongai headcanon that it was taboo to openly express affection, because it is a brutal and dangerous town and to love is to show weakness. In this case, teasing can play a fundamental role. As children, if she started to express something that strays too close to an earnest emotion or attachment, Renji might respond with “Aaah, shut up, you sap.”

This is not mean-spirited. Renji is acknowledging that he hears her, he recognizes her feeling and prevents her from breaking the taboo. The teasing helps Rukia to save face. This creates a blind spot in their friendship, however. They know each other extremely well, they have a thorough read on each other’s moods and motivations and body language, but because they’ve never, ever been able to talk frankly about their emotions, they are both stuck in this place where they can’t tell if they like each other romantically and they don’t know how to bridge that gap. They don’t need to be mean to each other, but they are unable to progress because they keep blowing off the difficult conversations they ought to be having.

Keep in mind, I am keeping the teasing at low to medium stakes. It’s also difficult, because they’ve been apart for so long, that there are some topics that aren’t safe anymore, and sometimes they don’t realize that until after they’ve accidentally hurt each other’s feelings, again, an opportunity for some mild plot drama that’s based on misunderstanding, rather than these people are assholes.

Rukia’s relationship with Ichigo is very similar. Ichigo is also terrible at expressing feelings, partly because of his mom’s death, his dad is his dad, and he is a teen. I have read a lot of arguments that he’s neurodiverse, and frankly, I’m for that, too. I tend to characterize their friendship as very intense. They haven’t known each other very long, but they just have a lot of feelings, OKAY?! They have saved each other’s lives in very dramatic ways, they feel that they owe the other in ways they can never repay, and they just friggin’ like the heck out of each other, but their lives are also fundamentally incompatible, starting with the fact that Rukia is dead and Ichigo is alive.

So, when I am writing them bantering, one of my go-tos is to have them make fun of each other’s chosen planes of existence. “Why do you keep juice in boxes?” Rukia demands, as if it’s somehow Ichigo’s fault. “You can’t even ride a bike, you idiot,” Ichigo might rib her, as if she even knows what a bike is. What they are really doing here, is pushing against the fact that they have chosen to live separate existences and they’re honestly a little upset about that. “It’s dumb that we can’t hang out all the time,” is what they are saying. “I understand your decision, but I’m still gonna make fun of you.” This is incredibly low-stakes dragging, and also it’s a good place to be funny. I’m sure you have had someone make fun of your school or your job or your town in a way that you feel the need to defend it, and then you’re like “why am I defending this, it really is dumb, actually?”

One last thing, which is to think a lot about the word choices you use in your teasing, and try to organize them by intensity. My go-tos are “dummy” and “dumbass” because they get the point across, but they aren’t particularly mean and they are very generic. I also like slightly silly ones like “dunderhead” or “lunk” or “goob” or “doofus.” Paired insults are fun-- have one character greet another as “What’s up, nerd?” and have the first respond with “How’s it hanging, jock?” “Stupid” is slightly meaner, but I will often use it if one character is being self-deprecating, I will have the other respond “don’t be stupid,” or something like that, where it’s reassurance disguised as trash-talk. You can temper harder insults with tone: e.g., “You moron,” Rukia said affectionately.

Some people call their friends “bitch” humorously, and that’s a kind of friendship you can certainly choose to portray, but think hard about if that fits your characters and your writing style first. I try to avoid gendered insults; sometimes I’ll have villians use them, but even so, do we need to? Maybe not. Don’t use hurtful words unless your teaser actually intends to hurt (whether or not it’s effective).

And remember, you don’t even need to use insults to tease (or to hurt, for that matter)! Think about how your character would react to be called “fancy.” Or “cute.” Or “rustic.” Tease them about the apron they wear for cooking, or the fact that they don’t know how to use a cell phone, or their terribly out-of-style footwear. Also, it can be just as fun to have your character respond to teasing by leaning into it, or laughing back, or riffing, they don’t have to just get pissed off.

This post is so long. I am so sorry. Go write some teasing. Have fun. I can’t wait to read it.

#long post is long #god i hope the cut works correctly on this post #asks #on writing #thank you for this ask #i love pretending like i know anything about writing #i am just a kind housewife #i came in 2nd place in a one-act playwriting contest once

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grimoireofwritings · 4 years ago

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Hiiii can i request? Where Yuno loves to tease his significant partner (femreader) then it turned into a fight coz the sig partner has quite a temper then they made up? Or something along lines hehe please If u dont mind. Thank you!!

Absolutely! Thank you for sending in my very first request, I hope I can deliver a great lasting impression ;)

Scenario Request: Yuno teases fem s/o and evokes her temper.

Warnings: None!

Yuno felt that he was in one of his rare playful moods that morning, as he strolled alongside his s/o on a refreshing Spring day to find an open field large enough for sparring without spatial constrictions. The day before, by chance, he had run into his fiery rival on a casual mission, and he was always absolutely delighted to get a first hand look at Asta’s growth and improvement whenever he could snag the opportunity. He always felt a gushing sense of pride in those moments for his childhood friend, and a burst of energy usually followed the next day as he was further reminded of his motivations in becoming the wizard king. Always stay one step ahead of that passionate, loud-mouthed spitfire.

“Yuno... Listen, I know you’re excited about seeing Asta’s improvements.. But I know where this is going after sparring with you last time this happened.. And I’m gonna ask that you please not be a total ass today.” At this, the dark haired male scoffed, and smirked. “Perhaps you should make it a challenge for me then.” He shot her a cheeky smirk that ended up going unnoticed, after hearing her sigh and roll her eyes.

He could be a bit of a trash talker when he was feeling competitive, but sometimes he’d forget that Asta was the only person who’d grown up seeing this side of him, and therefore could understand the intentions behind the words. Yuno was aware that he could sound detached at times, and due to his calm and collected nature, his tone was sometimes misinterpreted by others. Especially in this situation, where he didn’t realize his teasing sounded so blunt that it would come across as a genuine insult.

“Yeah, yeah.. Whatever, Yuno. You already know I can hold my own, even against an arrogant brat with a four leaf clover grimoire.” At that moment in time, you were already pouting, giving a huff as you both moved past the outstretching pathway thick with greenery, but suddenly you felt an intense gust of wind propel you forward the second you’d lifted a foot to pass over a thick protruding tree root at the base of a great oak. Immediately, your foot hooked beneath the arch of the branch, and you went tumbling to the dirt. Lucky for you, your asshole prince charming was there to snag you from the fall just before your knees hit the earth.

“So graceful and coordinated. I’m quaking in my boots.” He meant for it to sound jesting and playful... He really did. But it came out instead sounding almost cold and condescending. Something that even he noticed as the words left his mouth. Still, he knew that for the most part, you were one of the few that understood his temperament when others did not. So he shrugged it off, assuming you would be aware that his emotions manifested differently than most people.

He was too cheery and preoccupied with his own thoughts to take note of how irritated you were growing with his antics. Sometimes his words were sharp. And regardless of his intentions right then, he was just.. being rude. As the two of you finally approached the open clearing, a massive grassy plain that you’d found perfect for practice grounds, you weren’t expecting him to snap right into action without so much as a warning. “A true magic knight should always be on guard for the unexpected~” he called, as you were swept into the sky by an overwhelming tornado of powerful winds. Yuno rarely tossed you up into the air like this, but when he did, he usually caught you right after, and used it as a moment to hold you and make a romantic display.

Despite not having given a warning for his attack, he did catch you, like he always did. You landed in his arms, and he scooped you up, giving you a smirk. “Your hair’s a mess now and you’re all disheveled. What a flattering look.” He shot you another grin. But at this point, it just came off as being arrogant.

That’s it. No more. I’m done with this.

“Let go of me Yuno, I’m not a dummy for target practice.” You snapped at him, growling as you harshly pushed him away, your feet planting in the dirt as you stood back up on your own two legs. “I understand you’re excited. But I am not Asta. I’m not your rival. I’m your girlfriend.. The person you’re supposed to build up and be a team with.” You hadn’t realized that your fist had come to clench around the front of his shirt, yanking him forward to face you and your outrage.

“I demand respect from you. I don’t care how much stronger you are. I won’t be treated as an embarrassment or a joke. This is ridiculous, I’m not sparring with you anymore until you actually start to make me feel good about myself, rather than a useless ditz.”

You let go of him, turning on your heels to storm off back towards headquarters. He stood there, momentarily shocked by your reaction. He was aware you had a tenacious side to you.. and he had always admired how you never failed to stand up for yourself, and demand the respect you deserved, even from superiors. But you were right. He had crossed the line today.

He set off in your direction, booking it as fast as he could to catch up. Right when he caught sight of you once more, he used his wind magic, but with different intentions this time, as he used a swooping gust to twist you around and face his direction. He finally caught up just in time, colliding with you, as he reached beneath your legs and hoisted you up by your thighs, lifting you up to look into your eyes. “Y/n... I’m...”

He paused. How could he explain this to you? “I’m sorry. You’re right, I was out of hand. And you’re also right about my responsibility as your partner to encourage you. I promise I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I... The reason I speak like that is because I respect you. I know you’re a strong person, so I like to tease you, to let you know I consider you a challenge in strength and merit. You can hold your own against me. I acknowledge you as competition.”

But he sighed a moment later, a small smile turning up the corners of his lips. “But I will start encouraging you more often. I just want to see you grow to your fullest potential. And I know you always will.”

A moment of silence, before he watched you return his expression of warmth. “Ok Yuno. Thank you.” He watched your eyes lower to his lips. “I love you.” And with that, the rest of your day together was improved, starting with a kiss.

#Yuno #black clover #black clover imagine #black clover scenario #black clover blog #yuno black clover

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fe-husband-heaven · 5 years ago

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Idk if this counts as a request but what characters can you see being bi/gay?

I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!

((Had to rewrite this twice cuz tumblr flubbed ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh))

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Nyaha, this doesn't count as a request but I tend to get indulgent with HC's and stuff djdjdj

P.S. Niles isn't included cuz he's obvious and canon kkkkkkkkk

P.P.S. I also included some relationship HC's(?)/ What the character in particular needs in a relationship!

(In FEH verse, with the units already in the game haha)

Takumi:

Takumi really wants someone who sees his worth. He really needs someone who believes in him wholeheartedly and never wavers from his side.

He gets attached quite easily once you befriend him and it will evolve (against his will) into thinking about how good it would feel to be with you every second of the day. ((He cringes at his own corniness-))

Takumi has a fear of abandonment and he falls into lapses when he thinks someone might be better for you. (Namely when a new hero with incredible strength catches your attention) and he'll work excessively hard to impress you.

It only takes a direct reminder from you that you love him more than anyone else and that you wouldn't want anyone that wasn't him, to quell his worries. :')

Grima:

Hnnnn Grima is more of a "I am a god, I do what I want" situation-

If you insist on worming your way into his life then he'll make you his, he doesn't care at all what you are. Girl, guy, god, goose, its all the same to Grima.

Rest assured though, he's extremely -and I mean EXTREMELY- protective. He's very territorial and once he's decided you belong to him, he's completely invested in every aspect of your life.

He follows you around as you work (glaring at everything) and he insists on guarding your door at night. While you may have earned his favor, his distrust in humanity is not easily erased, and he believes they'd conspire against you any moment...

Or at least that's what he says but that wicked smile he has when you pull him into your room and into bed (You will not have him losing sleep for no reason) is suspicious...

Soren:

Soren doesn't form bonds easily, so managing to befriend him is a feat in itself. And when you do, you won't know, because he won't suddenly be all buddy buddy with you. You'll have to be able to decipher his feelings through his constant fretting disguised as chiding.

You have to be able to read between the lines, especially when he slips up and makes a remark that even vaguely insinuates he cares about you.

Most of his feelings are apparent when you're not there/paying attention. If anyone has anything to say about you, Soren doesn't waste a second with verbal decimation. He does it in a manner that makes it seem as though he has no particular feelings towards you, and is merely looking down on the trash talker.

Like, "Oh, you think you're any better? Oh, its nothing, just amusing." in the most teeth grinding condescending tone he can muster.

Alfonse:

Ahh would it be better to say he's Summoner-sexual-

Alfonse's plan of "blah blah keep you at arms length" failed miserably but in turn, he got something that's incredibly precious to him, you. You are always at his side, so much so that he feels lonely in a room full of people if you aren't there.

Like Takumi, Alfonse is afraid that you might just leave him one day. He trusts your feelings but every once in a while, the feeling of dread creeps up and he'll need a little time to have you to himself.

Ah but he frets over you a lot, more so than he did when you weren't together. He wants to take care of you and it comes naturally to him but if you express a wish to do the same, he'll blush shyly.

Claude:

Claude originally started his ties with you as intending to use you to achieve his dreams. You have strange powers as a summoner, that Breidablik you wield is different than a relic, and you yourself are quite the mystery to him too

Once you've piqued his interest, he gathers information discreetly about your likes, dislikes, and any heroes you're close to in particular. Somehow, your name just happens to pop up in conversation.

Soon enough, he was more interested in having you at his side when he finally achieves his goals for his world, rather than as a proxy for his wishes.

Ranulf:

Ranulf can be quite cheeky, swaying hearts right and left, but what he's really interested in is a nice cat nap where he can curl his tail around you and be pet into a relaxed sleep.

He won't let you overwork yourself and wishes you'd rely on him more. He wants you to trust him and let him handle some battles before you work yourself to death. He thinks exhausting oneself for others to the point of collapse is a weird Beorc thing

If you take him up on his offer, he'll return triumphantly from battle sporting a playful smirk that screams "I told you I'd do it". Of course, what he expects in turn is express alone time where he can receive scratches behind the ear and purr to his hearts content when he has you in a cuddling session.

That does it! These are all the ones I personally think could be gay/bi, off the top of my head anyway! + HC's~

#fire emblem heroes #feh #fe heroes #alfonse #grima #soren #claude #takumi #ranulf

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fairly-small-love · 5 years ago

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Fairly Small Asks (16)

Anonymous asked: Hey guys how was your night? 🐺

“My night was fine,” Logan mumbled, sighing. “That is…it would be if I wasn’t turned into a stuffed bear in the middle of the night.”

Roman had turned and grabbed Logan, nuzzling his face into Logan’s neck.

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Dee gently brushed back Virgil’s hair, watching his little raccoon sleep. “My might was amazing…..shame Virgil isn’t awake yet.”

Anonymous asked: Roman could do theater! And Logan, maybe you could become a teacher!

“That is true,” Dee mused, chuckling. “There is a play coming up about a medieval prince. and Logan would be a good history teacher…..or maybe just a elementary teacher.”

Anonymous asked: So you said in one post that Virgil's ears were getting pointy. What are other physical changes they are going through since they left the fairy realm? Also can they do magic? 🌸

Dee looked Virgil over, playing with his ears. “Interesting…..Logan and Roman’s ears are still rounded, but Virgil’s are pointed and he was only there for a few days…..fascinating.” He hesitated, before he carefully pushed down Virgil’s lips slightly, looking at his newly sharpened teeth. “I wonder…..this is truly, truly interesting.”

just-some-gt-trash asked: Be careful Dee, Virgil could wake up

“I am I am,” Dee assured, brushing his finger over the sharp teeth. “This is truly fascinating.”

Virgil let out a small grunt, rolling away from Dee. He mumbled something under his breath, trying to go back to a deeper sleep.

Anonymous asked: I think it would be best to ask Virgil himself 🐺

“Yes, but what if he doesn’t answer and it concerns his heath? What if he gets ill because he refuses to tell me important information about himself?”

Anonymous asked: Dee, perhaps it is best not to press him for answers, he is fragile and i wish not to scare him unduly. He knows that he can approach me for guidance if needs be. And it will affect him more because he spilled blood. Did that happen recently to you, Logan and Roman? ~ 🍁

“Did what happen?” Logan asked, trying to pull away from Roman, who was holding onto him tightly, still sound asleep.

Anonymous asked: (That moment you spend over an hour going through this entire blog) Pat, do you have any clue how the human works,,, like at all? -🌷

(AN: Yeah it’s a really long blog lol) Patton huffed, rolling his eyes. “Humans are the stupidest, ugliest things alive! I don’t like them anymore!”

just-some-gt-trash asked: Why do you think this changes are happening to Virgil Dee?

“I have no idea….but he seems to be gaining more features like…..Patton’s own? How curious.”

Anonymous asked: Glad to see you back op 🐺

An: Thanks, I’m glad to be back. I’m sorry for the long absence, I had a lot of things going on. I’ll try to be more active with some type of update schedule (hopefully)

Anonymous asked: Did yourself and Roman spill blood recently in Patton's realm, dear one? ~ 🍁 (Also, welcome back!)

“Oh no,” Logan said, shaking his head. “Patton never ever let us bleed or get hurt, even Roman biting his nails was a crime to him. Sometimes I would think he sucked all the blood out of us cause we just…wouldn’t bleed. I got paper cuts but they never bled.”

arsenicdragon asked: May I ask why would Virgil be gaining these features? Maybe you guys should do some research on it... or at least what is known about the topic.

Dee looked down at Virgil, humming. “Maybe a bit of research would do us good. I would ask Patton but he is…..throwing a tantrum currently. If any of you would like to reach out to him, feel free to do so.” He laid back down, feeling Virgil rolling over to cling to him. “I’m going back to bed, I think. I don’t have enough energy to deal with today.”

~~Dee is now closed for questions~~

just-some-gt-trash asked: So... Pat, how are you doing?

“Shut up, I don’t like you,” he huffed, curling into a ball. “You’re all horrible, horrible people. How could you let this happen to me?”

just-some-gt-trash asked: Pat... you did bad things too, yes cutting of your wings was wrong but so was keeping them trapped for years

“I can’t ever fly again! And I loved them! I didn’t want them to get away! I want my wings back! Give them back, please!” He pleaded, practically in tears at this point.

just-some-gt-trash asked: Believe me, I would if I could, but I, or any of us, don’t know if there’s a way to attach them back

“You’re heartless! I don’t like you anymore!” He cried out, whimpering pitifully. The whimpers sounded more fake than anything, as the fae tried to appear pitiful.

just-some-gt-trash asked: Okay, you don’t have to like me, but there’s something happening to Virgil and I want to know if you know something

“What do you want to know?” Patton huffed, glaring at the wall. “You’re mean, just like them.”

Anonymous asked: Then that may be the reason for yours and Roman's delayed reaction. You did not have the magic in the air seep into your bloodstream. But instead it has permeated through your skin. It is a slower process ~ 🍁 (Hey dude!)

Logan took a moment to think it over, before shrugging. “I suppose so, that would make sense……what is happening with Virgil anyway? Is he alright?”

Roman grumbled, throwing himself into Logan’s lap. “If I turn into a fucking fairy I’m going to go to Patton and fly around in front of him.”

“Rather cruel Roman…..but I don’t blame you.”

An: Hey, how’s it going! Sorry for the disappearances, but I’m back at least for awhile.

theycallmemarshmellowyellow asked: Wow. I showed up late to the party! 😄 (Just found this and I love it!)

“What party? Is there cake?” Roman asked, sitting up with a grin. “Can I have-”

“No,” Logan stopped, placing a hand over Roman’s mouth. “There is no cake.”

~~An: Aww, thank you so much! I’m so glad you like this, I really appreciate it!~~

just-some-gt-trash asked: He’s starting to grow features that are similar to yours, sharp teeth and pointy ears, and, again, I’m sorry if I made you feel bad

“Shut up,” Patton mumbled, huffing. “Yeah, and he is gonna turn into a bastard fae soon, I used to live near one….you know….BEFORE I WAS TAKEN AWAY!” He cried out, kicking the jar. “He was annoying, a human talker or a…feelings person, I can’t remember the name. But he was married to a human, disgusting.”

just-some-gt-trash asked: You did had the intentions of marrying a human, do you know if its a way to stop it?

“There is a way to stop it, and it’s really simple,” Patton grinned, looking up. “Kill him, through the heart with a stake.”

just-some-gt-trash asked: Some way that doesn’t involve killing anyone? And do you know why is it happening?

“I do….but knowledge comes at a cost,” Patton said cryptically, grinning. “And the price for this knowledge is very high.”

#afsl #infinitesimal!sides #infinitesimal sides #Tiny!Virgil #tiny!patton #tiny!roman #tiny!logan #tiny!deceit #giant!patton #giant!logan #giant!virgil #giant!roman #giant!deceit #fae!patton

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Happy

Alright my chickpeas, my little garbanzo beans (Wtf am I even saying) I am here to bring you the “Happy we-did-it Ending”. This one was really difficult for me to write because when it comes to good endings my mind just calls them fake. Which… I mean this is fiction so why can’t it be happy. Sorry if this sucks I tried my best. Please Read at your own risk! This is a triggering fic.

Love, Your Trash Monster

CW/TW: Past Abusive relationship, Anxiety, Depression, Panic Attack, past age difference relationship (Illegal)

Part1 Part2 Part3

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Besides Luka, I made him up, don’t care for him tho

Leo's leg was bouncing uncontrollably, he and Sirius waited for Coach outside his office, He was grateful for Sirius like he felt indebted to him even though they only talked for maybe a half hour. He runs his hands through his hair for what feels like the millionth time.

“What if he doesn’t believe me?” He didn’t mean to say it out loud but when his captain turned and gave him a soft look, he realized he did. He looked down at his hands in his lap and picked at a bandaid. It was one of the Hello Kitty ones Logan bought on accident. “I mean I have no proof of any of this happening, What if Coach thinks I just dislike Luka for no reason and am trying to ruin his life or something like that… It wouldn’t be the first time an adult hasn’t believed me. I mean, there's that double standard that “Men don’t get sexually abused and if they do they don’t cry about it” it's why I never even told Finn and Lo until a few weeks ago. I didn’t want them to think less of me.” He smiles a little at the bandaid he was messing with and thinks about how lucky he is that his boys still love him. “I’m so lucky”

“I get it.” Sirius looked up just in time to see Arthur walking towards them. He smiles a little and stands with Leo next to him.

They follow Arthur into his office and sit down.

“So, is this about all the concerned people who have been telling me something is wrong with Leo?” His brushy red eyebrow lifts and he crosses his arms leaning back in his chair. “I was also told by a little Russian bird that there was an argument in the locker room between you and Luka. Leo whatever is going on it has a lot of people worried.” He leaned forward and set his hands on the arms of his big office chair. “Leo, you know I treat everyone of my players like my sons.”

Leo takes a shaky breath and clutches his hands together tightly in his lap. Gulping down the fearful frog in his throat he meets Coaches eyes. “ What I'm going to tell you is something I’ve only told to a few people. I don’t have any proof anymore, but I need you to believe me Coach.” He feels Sirius put a hand on his arm as a comforting I’m here motion. He told Arthur and Sirius everything, not leaving out any detail that he was comfortable enough to share. It was everything from the good, loving parts of the relationship that made him sick to his stomach now. To the horribly, hellish parts of the relationship that made him choke on his own tears. Leo didn’t think much of it back then (he was a little preoccupied trying not to break) but he remembered that most of Luka and his friend would film things with Leo because they thought it was funny to see him suffer or to save for later to use as blackmail on anyone in the videos.

“Wait, you said he filmed these things?” Arthur, who had turned white as a ghost and had a furious glint in his eye, started drumming his fingers. “Do you think he would have kept these videos throughout the two years you’ve been apart.?

“I know for a fact he's kept them” They both look at him with wide eyes and a silent invitation to explain. “He would ask me if I wanted to see them… or remake them” Talking about all this as making him feel like he was gonna puke. He had a foul taste in my mouth. Arthur put his head in his hands, he's devastated that he let such a fucking asshole interact with his team. That he let his youngest player suffer like that.

Sirius had stood abruptly from his chair and was pacing behind Leo’s chair with his hand interlocked on the back of his neck. He exhales deeply, seething with anger. How could he let this go on so long, he had picked up on Leos habits because Remus had pointed out how similar the two of them were at times. He feels like he failed as a Captain for not doing something sooner.

“Is there anything we can do, Coach? I mean, can we at least fire him?” He stopped pacing and ran a hand over his face, taking a deep breath as he looked at the young kid next to him. How was he so good at hiding his pain? People would say that Sirius was good at that too but everyone on the team has seen him crack and spiral. Leo was always this calm, collected, cool support. He acted so mature for being so young and it was all clicking in his head. Everything about this 19 year old goalie was formed from the love and support of his family, but also the hate and abuse from a lover. He has experienced more than most people on the same team as him that are older than him.

“We can fire him, and if we do call the police, they can seize his electronics. If he really does still have those videos they could lock him up for CP because you were underage at the time. Nothing is guaranteed though.” He's deep in though, sometime during the processing of everything Leo had told them he had grabbed his laptop and was furiously typing an email to the Lead of the Organization. He hit send and looked up to the two hockey players. “I’m going to talk to Mr. Godic and Luka together. I already had a meeting with Mr. Godric today about next year's fundraisers but this is a more important topic.” he stands up and looks at Leo “Thank you for telling me Nut. That was very brave of you” He smiles weakly and Ruffles Leo’s hair. “If you ever need anything just let me know, okay?” He nods towards Sirius and walks out the door to his meeting.

“We should get you home, your boys are waiting.” He smiles softly as Leo stands and is taken by surprise when Leo pulls him into a tight hug mumbling “thank you” into his shoulder.

Leo was so happy, he felt lighter than he has in the last two years. He gets squeezed by the man he wrapped himself around and laughs wetly. When they pull away they both wipe their eyes and smile at each other. This was a new chapter to both their lives.

Sirius dropped Leo off at home after a stop at a drive through for an ice cream cone (that he may or may not have dropped on Sirius’ floor and got an annoyed glare) he walked in the front door and was talked into a pile of limbs and smothering kisses. He laughed freely and kissed both his boys sweetly and conveyed so much love.

As the Cubs made dinner together and sang to a random playlist. Logan burned half the food and Finn dropped a third of it. Good thing Leo tripled the recipe so they had enough to eat for the night. Putting on a mind numbing cooking show they just waxed poetically about how much they love each other. Around 7:30 pm Leo's phone started vibrating and a picture of Arthur sleeping on the bus with Talker doing a thumbs up flashes on his screen.

“What happened?” He is very anxious about everything that could go wrong, all of that melted away when Arthur shared the news.

“He's been taken down to the station and his phone has been seized. He was angry when confronted and actually tried to take a swing at me before security was called. If this ends up going to court would you be able to, you know, stand trial. I mean telling your coach is one thing but a room of strangers is different. Especially because the media will be all over this case.”

Leo had to think about this, if he didn’t go and testify this case would only air on the local news. Then again, he could change people's lives. He could be a role model for people who are too afraid to tell about their experiences. That's worth more than anything. He may be shamed online but it doesn’t matter. He Needed to do this.

“Yeah, this is something I need to do.”

#leo knut #lumosinlove #logan tremblay #sirius black #finn o'hara #sweater weather #coast to coast

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