#i want more unhinged hcs from the cast please

[nqueso-emergency]

the reason we find it rather impossible to believe the bestie boos is easy, and made up of:

-they put words into fan’s mouths to try to discredit them or make them look bad (case in point, what’s been happening in the last two hours with you, and overall their approach to this blog)

-they choose to ignore the showrunner’s explanation about a scene and an episode and instead claim their very biased take on it is the right one, and if you disagree, then you’re just stupid. and have no media literacy.

-they pick a completely different moment in the scene and try to pretend this is a reaction to another one (daddy issues joke being the biggest example here), once more trying to pass it as canon, and trying to back up nonsense takes and arguments with it. nevermind it can be easily disproven by, well - watching the scene.

-they take two co-stars getting along well as a secret sign of them hooking up irl. furthermore, they take any smile they muster during interviews as a secret sign that buddie is going canon.

-they obsess over an actor for doing his job, and pretend they’re in with the cast on hating him. nevermind the cast has had nothing but positive things to say about him.

-they act as if their ship is inevitable when you’ve had not only the cast denying it as best as they can (together with JLH and HC outright saying no to it, you have RG stating Eddie is straight over and over again. please read between the lines there), but the showrunner himself claiming that:

-GA is not the same as fandom. meaning, they’re not as crazy for buddie as a part of the fandom is. meanwhile, all evidence indicates the GA does like BuckTommy.

-he’s expressed (alongside OS) how much he wants to get buck off the hamster wheel. describes what he could consider buck’s perfect partner. in walks in the perfect embodiment of that - tommy. please let’s stop ignoring that wasn’t the biggest fucking foreshadowing from tim’s part.

honestly, i could go on and on. this is just the main ones for me.

and at this point i hope the bestie boos know we are not intimidated by them. mostly annoyed and lowkey amused by the level of unhinged some of them are.

sorry for the rant 🫡

Thank you!! I love this!!

[koinotame]

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hi! it's me, nana / koinotame!

if you're wondering why i went inactive and then deleted, my mental health kind of (really) tanked... and i ended up deleting my blog in a fit.

it's getting better bit by bit though! and i've been wanting to get back into writing (and talking abt my unhinged/yan ideas i can't really talk to anyone else abt), so. here i am! for now, at least

as for my previously posted writing, there's some good news and some bad news: the bad news is that everything i wrote directly into tumblr (99% of snippets, a lot of ask answers, most exact content warnings, etc) is gone. the slightly less bad news is that iirc there were very very few posts of mine that weren't reblogged by anyone at all, so they're probably still out there? feel free to send them my way if you find any and i'll rb them. @/midnight-remembrance also has reblogged a couple of them! there's a couple snippets i have saved in some places, so i might repost those on my own as i find them, but there's very few of those. the good news is that anything longer (proper writing — oneshots, hcs, yan alphabet responses and so on, prompt responses, etc) is safely backed up where i originally wrote it! some of it is also on my ao3, which is the same username. feel free to send me asks about any you'd like to see again and i'll repost them! i might not post them if i feel too embarrassed about/wish i hadn't posted them, and i might rewrite/heavily edit some of them, but i think there's only a handful that fall into the former category and none of them were particularly popular. either way, no harm in asking!

as for some other updates: i'm a little divided on whether i want to keep posting explicit nsfw or not so we'll see. i might just keep it out of main tags. idk yet. regardless of what decision i make, this blog is still strictly 18+ and that will not be changing. since we can reply from sideblogs now, this is a sideblog and not my main now. why? sometimes i prefer to check up on a blog frequently instead of following them for a couple of reasons, but this felt very awkward when they were following me. so this being a sideblog relieves a bit of that stress. if this makes it sound like i have severe brain worms, it's because i do. to that effect though, if we interact every so often feel free to consider us mutuals regardless of whether or not i'm actually following you =w=b tbh i.............. am not really into genshin anymore. i might post about it here and there but i just Do Not (really) Care about it anymore. scara aside to some degree i also have no clue what's going on post inazuma lol whatever projects or commitments to writing or etc i had made beforehand. i forgot all of them so just pretend that never happened ok? ok i'll also probably be posting more sparsely, but we'll see! and (this is obviously the most important bit) i have no clue where i put the mika edit so we're back to my og classic pfp. the header scales terribly and is temporary, please ignore that too

all that aside, as a treat for anyone who sees this in time,

*roughly 6/22 done, but fairly quick to write. roughly one paragraph per character (sneak peek line: "it's not too hard to be discreet with his unique magic when someone really deserves to fall face down a flight of stairs. or three. oopsie. odd they don't remember it, huh? well, he had nothing to do with that.") **more realistic isn't quite the right word(s)... probably won't post this one to the main tags regardless. won't be doing all of the characters (only important/relevant ones) and won't be writing more about/expanding on, so this one is just like. a one off experiment sort of thing. overall less violent than most takes on the au + leans a bit (or lot, depending on how you look at it) more on the religious aspect of self aware aus. i wrote a couple paragraphs a while ago, then rewrote them, but i'll only finish/post them if there's interest for it (sneak peek line: "aether has deluded himself and cast You aside entirely on his own—and when You finally grace them with Your real presence, zhongli is certain aether will be the first to fall from Your grace.")

i have one other new thing immediately ready for posting that'll get posted in a couple of days but that one's pretty silly

[mediocre-overwatch]

Hello baby blog! Can I get hc for a female agent reader flirting with Hanzo/Reinhardt/ genji/Lucio and successfully making them fluster because they actually like reader. Like your writings!

Before I start, I WANNA SAY I’M SO SORRY FOR THIS BEING LIKE 3 YEARS LATE I FEEL SO BAD. Life just got in the way, but I’m gonna try to be better about writing from here on out. :) Thank you for requesting!

Hanzo

Why Hanzo was leaning against your room’s door frame, you had no idea. You two only really had encounters in battle. You know, the usual “Sniper on the left!” ot “This area is cleared out.” So when Hanzo cracked a cringe-inducing joke, he didn’t know how to react when he heard a feminine giggle in reply. But now that he was here, back against your door, it was clear that you he had taken an interest in you.

You opened the door, which caused Hanzo to trip and stumble into your room. He adjusted himself, cheeks already dusted pink. He looked you in your eyes as he spoke, “…Y/N. It is nice to see you.” You raised an eyebrow. “Nice to see you too, Hanzo.”

“I came to talk,” he folded his arms over his chest. He tried to put on his usual cold facade, despite the curiosity in his eyes. You looked at him strangely.

“At 2am? What is this, a booty call?” His eyes widened with surprise. “Those are usually done over text, you know. I can give you my number–”

“N-no!” He nearly yelled. “I just want to… get to know you. For you to get to know me. Nothing sexual.” A small smile crept onto your face. “Then let’s talk,” you sat on your bed and patted a space next to you. Hanzo followed obediently.

He asked you a few deep questions. Mostly things like, “Did you ever think you’d end up here?” or “Do you aspire for anything more? Less?”

“What’s your opinion on dragons?”

They were very open minded questions, and you appreciated that he wanted to know those things about you. But, when it was your turn, you decided to spice it up and ask more… personal questions. “Are you single?” “Who was your last girlfriend?” “When did you break up?” 

“Did you have sex with her?”

The last one made him stand up in embarrassment. “Y/N, I have already said this is not my interest with you,” he made a quick line for the door. 

Instead of leaving, however, he stood there for a moment. He turned back to you, grinning on your bed. He was lingering on whether or not he should actually answer you, before uttering quietly, “Yes. I did not enjoy it.” then quickly speeding out of your room and down your hallway.

He’s definitely coming back tomorrow.

Reinhardt (I hope you don’t mind that I used young Rein for this, which also means you’re technically not an agent.)

He confidently stood amongst a flock of German girls who were crowding the Eichenwalde gate. Why shouldn’t he brag about his accomplishments? You angrily stood behind them, arms crossed and impatient.

“Aww,” he noticed your pout. “Is someone not getting enough attention? Here, liebling, we can talk one on one.” He grabbed your arm and tugged you under the bridge, despite protests from the other girls around him.

“Don’t touch me,” you pulled your arm away. “You and your little fangirls are in the way.” You tried to push past him, but he didn’t budge. He looked at you with slight confusion, no one has ever acted that way towards him except his colleagues. It actually intrigued him. “What’s the matter? Shy?”

You pushed him away from you and rolled your eyes. “No. I just wanna get to the market,” you pointed down the street. His eyes lit up with curiosity as he offered to buy whatever you needed. “I’m not helpless, I can get it myself,” you sighed. “Besides, don’t you have those to attend to?” you motioned to the girls.

He let out a hearty laugh, “Why, to leave you here all alone? I wouldn’t dream of it.”

You smirked at his remark. Maybe you could work with this.  “Well, you could help me with something.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. His breath hitched in his throat. This was different for him. Most girls we’re too scared to even speak to him.

His cheeks tinted pink and he nodded with eager. “For starters, you could move your girls out of the way? Then maybe I can do something for you…”

he immediately made a beeline towards the gate

“Excuse me, ladies, I’m going to have to call it an end for today’s gathering.” They all huffed in disappointment. “But tomorrow I’ll have a, um,” he glanced at you. “hopefully exciting story to tell?” They slowly left, and went about their day scattered around in the village. You walked next to Reinhardt, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Now what can you do for me?” he grinned.

“Well, I could not tell von Adler about you flirting instead of being on patrol. Get back to work, big guy,” you patted his shoulder and worked your way to the shops. Of course not without an angry, blushing Reinhardt wondering why the hell he was actually into you.

Genji (Blackwatch)

Genji was known for being pretty harsh. No matter the circumstance. If he was angry or didn’t like you, you’d know. The cold gaze was all anyone needed. That was until you showed up, of course.

The new and cheerful Nurse Y/L/N. An assistant to Mercy, specializing in the Blackwatch field of Overwatch. You were trained to deal with deep bullet wounds and gashes, as well as cybernetics for one particular cyborg. Mercy informed you on all his ins and outs, and as well as what parts were actually human. He was quite interested by this.

“You’re smart,” he told you one day during a checkup. You lifted his right arm. “I went to school for things like  this, Genji. For you.” You bent it at the joint and made sure all the screws were in place. You frowned, “This is a bit loose.” You let go of his arm and washed your hands. The exposed part of his face tinted with a light pink, “Oh.”

“Can you take off your faceplate, please?” He immediately shook his head. “Genji, this is a part of your check up. I need to see you,” You reached a hand out to grab it. He scooched back on the medical bed and… hissed at you?

“Only Dr.Ziegler and I know how to take this off,” he watched your hand reach toward his face. “and I’d rather you not know what I look like,” you unhinged his mask from his face. He immediately averted his eyes from your gaze.

A small smile grew on your face, “Cute.” You set the mask next to him and searched for your flashlight and tongue depressors.

He huffed and furrowed his eyebrows. His emotions are a lot easier to read without his mask on. “I am not cute. I’m a machine designed for quick assassination.” You laughed and grabbed his hand.

“Hurt me, then.”

He stared at you blankly for a moment. “Uh… No??” You smiled and beckoned him to squeeze your hand as hard as he could. “I’m not… I don’t want to purposely hurt you.”

“My point,” you smiled. He looked at you quizzically. “It’s a shame you think so lowly of yourself, Genji,” you rested your hand atop his. He flinched.

“You still have a beating heart. You have emotions, wants, needs. You are not the angry killer you’re trained to think you are.” You stared at each other. He licked his lips, not sure why your words had so much affect on him. It was like you had meant what you said to him, like you truly didn’t see him as an abomination. Like you actually thought he was still a person.

“You’re still who you used to be.” He gripped the hand you put on his. What are you doing to him? It’s driving him crazy. “You’re still a human.” He slightly leaned his face toward yours, his eyes trained on your lips.

You shined your flashlight in his eyes. He quickly jumped back and blinked a few times. “Your reaction time is pretty fast, though,” you smiled. He sat there in shock for a few moments. You pressed your tongue depressor in his mouth while it was still agape. He quickly closed his it. You smiled and slid the stick off his tongue. His cheeks grew redder than they had previously been.

You placed the stethoscope against the exposed part of chest. “Your heart is beating a little fast, Genji. Are you okay?” He silently nodded. Were you really a doctor? No, you had to be a witch. This is some sort of spell you cast on him.

“I’ll be back tomorrow to check on your arm,” you made your way towards the door. “Try not to move it too much.” You smiled at Genji then turned to leave the room

Lucio

You had finally gotten a break. No fighting, no saving the day, just you and Lucio sitting in his studio.

He had decided to make his time off dedicated to writing another album. He had been humming a tune to himself while deciding what to name his song, when he suddenly threw his hands up in defeat.

“I can’t do this,” he groaned, laying his head on your lap. You played with his dreads, causing him to close his eyes. “It’s like nothing inspires me anymore. I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Y/N.”

“Have you tried finding inspiration? It won’t always just come to you,” you sat him up. He turned towards you so you could examine the loose bun you put atop his head. He rolled his eyes at the ‘aww’s that came from you.

“Where would I find inspiration in the middle of a battlefield? In the bloodshed? In the loss? I fight for peace, the exact opposite Overwatch brings,” he rested a hand on his cheek. “I just wish there was something else..”

“..what if there was someone? Someone close to you?” you said lowly, lifting his head off of his hand. You rested your palm on his cheek. His cheeks showed a hint of pink as he bit his bottom lip.

“I don’t… know…” he mumbled. His eyes met yours. You smiled and brushed your thumb over his cheek. “What if there was?”

“You could use whatever they made you feel,” you moved your thumb to his bottom lip. His eyes quickly flickered down to yours. “and put it into your music. Don’t be scared to say how you feel.”

His eyes fluttered shut. He sat for a few seconds before a small smile formed on his face. His eyes slowly opened and fell onto you. He uttered a small, “screw it,” before placing his lips lightly on your cheek. He almost immediately backed away and ran into the booth. You placed your hand on your cheek and smiled.

[ryukoishida]

Yuri!!! on Ice Fic: In which Leo can’t find a perfect gift for Guang Hong so he opts for the next best thing.

Prompt: Leo having a hard time finding a gift for Guang Hong and decides to tell him his feelings. Pairing/Character(s): LeoJi; Phichit Chulanont A/N: Another late birthday fic whut. Phichit being a supportive bro is the best; I also somehow HC him as being a sarcastic little shit if he doesn’t get enough sleep or in the morning before he gets his sugary coffee despite his cheerful/outgoing self most of the time. Could be a continuation to this ficlet?

-

“Dude, what do I do? His birthday is today, and I’ve got nothing – and I do mean nothing – prepared!”

If Leo is sounding a bit unhinged at the moment, his friend from the other end of the phone makes no snarky comment about it like he usually would when given the chance; instead, the Grand Prix finalist from Thailand merely releases what must have been the fifth yawn since he’s picked up the phone.  

“You’re calling me at… 3 in the morning just to ask me what to get for your boyfriend’s birthday?” Another yawn interrupts him, and he’s too exhausted to even pretend to be grumpy at being woken up at this ungodly hour.

Leo clears his throat, blood immediately rushing to his cheeks as he trips over his own words, “Okay, first of all, Guang Hong is not my boyfriend, and––”

“Not with that attitude,” Phichit agrees before Leo can even defend himself. “If I weren’t so damn sleepy and had to wake up in three hours for training, I’d be totally touched that I was the first person you’d consult with concerning your romantic endeavors.”

“Phichit, you are not helping!” Leo yelps, and several pedestrians who have overheard him send him unappreciative glares as they quickly walk away.

“I wasn’t trying to,” he says with a deadpan tone.

“Damn, I need to make sure to only have conversations with you after you have your caffeine if you’re going to be this nasty first thing in the morning.”

“It’s the middle of the night over here, Leo,” Phichit reminds him with a resigned sigh. “Time zones, man, it’s a thing that exists.”

“Right, right, sorry,” he mumbles, and his apology is mostly sincere, but the horrifying thought of not being able to give Guang Hong a perfect gift on his birthday is sending an impending wave of panic down his spine. “But what if he hates me because I’m a terrible friend who fails to give him something on his special day? What if––”

“Stop,” Phichit halts Leo’s rambling with a low command, which effectively stops the younger skater from going any further and getting lost in his downward spiral of hopelessness.

“Sorry,” Leo mutters again, a hand rubbing over his face as he heaves out a heavy sigh.

“I have a plan. I will tell you this plan, and then I’m going back to sleep. Whether or not you’ll follow this plan is up to you, but please refrain from calling me in the next three hours, got it?” Despite the hint of drowsiness that seeps into his voice, Phichit still somehow manages to sound authoritative and business-like.

Leo shuts his mouth and listens, his eyes growing wider by the minute, and by the end of the exchange, Leo is speechless but decides that perhaps Phichit is right – perhaps it’s time for him to step up his game.

-

“Leo, are you okay? You look a bit pale,” Guang Hong glances over at him with worried hazel eyes as they sit down on a bench by a nearby playground, deserted at this time of night.

Throughout dinner – which Leo has insisted on paying because if he couldn’t get something for Guang Hong, the least he can do is treat him to good food – Leo has been strangely quiet. When the Chinese skater asks him about it, Leo merely smiles, the expression a little stiff, and waves it away, claiming that he’s just been thinking about a group project that’s due in a few days.

Guang Hong lets the subject drop then, because he doesn’t want to push when he can clearly see that his friend is not ready, but as they make their way back to their shared dorms, the streets alighted with orange orbs hanging on lampposts and amongst neon shop signs that pose a glaring contrast against the crisp, dark sky above, Leo suddenly suggests that they head to the small playground located about a block away from their residence.

Bewildered but intrigued, Guang Hong goes along with him – he’d go along with him to anywhere if only Leo just asks.

“So, what’s up?” Guang Hong doesn’t look at Leo, who’s settled beside him with his gaze downcast and teeth worrying his lower lip; they’re sitting close enough that the sleeves of their jackets skim against each other but not close enough for Guang Hong to feel the body heat that he so craves.

He pulls his hands towards himself and begins to rub them together in a futile attempt to get some feeling back into his fingertips; they’re dry and red from the chaffing wind.

Without a word, Leo turns to him, enveloping his bigger hands around Guang Hong’s and caging his fingers in welcoming warmth; he leans down and blows warm breaths against their skin and gently rubs their hands together.

The lone, yellow light by the bench casts a golden glow around Leo, strands of his dark hair framing the sharp, elegant line of his face, and his eyes are solely focused on their hands. The small, tender caresses that ignite something a little more exciting, electrifying, than heat travels down his arm, making his heart thud against his ribcage like the strong, steady beats of a drum building up to a crescendo that climbs higher, more intense, threatening to steal his breath away.  

He should be used to this by now – these casual, friendly touches.

Living in Chicago and mingling with local young people for the last four months is slowly changing Guang Hong’s perspective, and his initial cultural shock has gradually faded as he embraces it all with an open mind and natural optimism. Light embraces become a habit of greeting between them, and there had even been a few instances when Leo had playfully kissed Guang Hong on the forehead when he’d gotten overly excited or slightly tipsy, both kinds of occurrences which Leo has apologized for afterwards.

Guang Hong often laughs it off, reassuring his friend that it’s fine.

It’s more than fine, really, but Guang Hong doesn’t tell him that.

“Leo, is there something bothering you?” Guang Hong finally asks, his voice soft and dissipates into the night air with the fogged breath that slips out from between his chapped lips.

“Not really,” Leo replies, but his hands are still covering his friend’s though they have stopped moving now; he laces their fingers loosely together and Guang Hong lets him, savoring the warmth, the quiet intimacy, “but there is something I want to tell you.”

Leo glances up through thick lashes, dark eyes gazing, searching. He reaches a hand up and cradles Guang Hong’s jaw, his thumb gently tracing the contour of his cheek growing warmer and warmer by the second so that even the constellation of freckles along the bridge of his nose are hidden by the hint of blush from Leo’s proximity.

It’s strange, Leo thinks as he observes with delight how the rosy glow on Guang Hong’s skin just makes him even more lovable, it’s strange that even though he’s been so anxious for the majority of the day, but at this very moment when he’s about to lay bare his feelings to his friend, Leo feels a calming sense of peace, like an anchor stabling its ship, soothing the tendrils of nerves and hesitation in his heart.

“W-well?” Guang Hong’s staring back at him with darkened hazel eyes. He’s shivering slightly, and it has little to do with the temperature around them but more to do with how Leo is tracing the shape of his lower lip in an infuriatingly deliberate manner.

“Guang Hong Ji,” Leo enunciates each syllable of his name with such conviction when he presses his forehead firmly against Guang Hong’s, his eyes closing as he lets the emotion flow from heart to words – as easy as the current of a summer stream flowing down over smoothened pebbles, “I’m in love with you – have been for quite a while, too – but I’ve just been too scared to make a move.”

Leo feels more than hears the reply, hot breaths against the corner of his mouth when Guang Hong chuckles softly, like he’s relieved and happy all at the same time, and murmurs the words that Leo has daydreamed about but is now becoming a reality, “I love you, too, Leo.”

“C-Can I…?” Leo tilts his head a little, a silent plead in his incomplete request.

“Mm-hmm,” Guang Hong confirms with a curt nod, and then Leo’s hand is snaking to the back of Guang Hong’s head, fingers buried in short, cinnamon-brown curls, and their lips touch in a chaste kiss as Guang Hong’s arms wrap loosely around the other man’s shoulders.

The first kiss is brief but sweet. The next one is a bit more brash and urgent, with more tongues prodding experimentally to taste, to appreciate the hums that gets swallowed up by more consuming kisses and fingers dragging a mess in each other’s hair or grabbing the lapels of each other’s coats with whitened knuckles.

Eventually, they have to break away to breathe, but their hands are still joined.

“This is the best birthday ever,” Guang Hong tells him with a broad grin, eyes twinkling in the near-dark.

“Oh no, then how will I surprise you for your next birthday?” Leo gasps in mocked horror, but he pulls the other man up from the bench as they start for their dorms anew.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to figure something out,” Guang Hong laughs, head nuzzling against Leo’s shoulder as their fingers intertwine around each other’s – a gesture so simple, so ordinary, but they both know it means so much more now.    

“Maybe I’ll consult Phichit again…” Leo murmurs, mostly to himself.

“Yeah?” Guang Hong’s interest is piqued. “Is this Phichit’s idea too?”

“It… may be,” Leo scratches his cheek and looks away in embarrassment.

“I’ve got to thank him then.”

Leo is planning to do so as well. Phichit deserves to be the first person to know of the good news after being so heartlessly woken up from his slumber just mere hours ago.