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houliburns · 2 years ago

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🌃 intro post! 🌃

(bit late but i didn’t want a cluttered bio anymore so here’s this)

hiii im shay! i fixated on mash back in november and i officially finished it on march 22nd 2023!! im gonna rewatch soon tho

about this blog

this is a side-blog!

tags: i tag pretty extensively for the sake of categorization; here’s hoping my character tags prove fun to scroll through!

queue: as of the day i’m writing this, i have a very full queue, because i have a habit of liking literally every post i see related to a fixation, and then spam-queuing it later to clean my likes out. so i hope you enjoy all the content! lots of funny scenes and textposts, well-made gifsets, wonderful fanart, and insightful meta, if i do say so myself. mashblr is a talented bunch!

original posts/content: i don’t contribute much on my own, but i love to ramble and i hope some of my lengthy tags prove an interesting or at least entertaining read :) i do dabble in fanfic writing and i’ve got a few mash works in my drafts, but i’m not sure if they’ll ever see the light of day. i’m also fond of meta and character analysis, so if i ever work up the courage maybe ill put out some moderately thought-provoking posts in that realm.

some of my opinions relating to mash characters & ships can be found under the read more!

these are all subjective and i completely respect anyone who disagrees :) we’re all here to have fun!

summarized thoughts on the characters (kinda sorted by fav to least fav)

mulcahy has been driving me bonkers for months (and my jewish ass has been putting far too much thought into catholicism lately bc of him😒)

frank,,,, listen. i’m sorry. but listen, as baffled and/or disgusted as you are, i’m the mf stuck being the only one in this entire fandom who flails over frank burns. so how do you think i feel. ik he’s absolutely awful, but he’s just so damn pathetic, i can’t help but like him and find him fascinating

radar is a bubby to me, i dont rlly have complex thoughts on him hes kinda just a comfort character to me n ilhsm

charles... he snuck up on me. i didnt expect to like him, much less relate to him (-_-) i just exposed myself as a charles winchester kinnie how will my reputation recover

i love hawkeye a lot, as we all do <3

i love trapper john mcintyre!!!!!!!!!!

i love margaret!!! i love klinger!!! i love henry!!!

im pretty neutral on potter and bj

in short: i love them all a lot but mulcahy and frank have each driven me particularly mad in different ways and radar with his animals has made me cry and charles would probably drive me nuts if i let him but i am keeping him at arm’s length.

summarized thoughts on ships (again, strongest first)

(yes i have frank ships. no i am not proud of it)

my mash otp is hawkahy. it’s been slowly draining the remainder of my sanity. i havent slept in months. send help

i am a sucker for enemies/rivals to lovers and hawnk kinda makes me a little nuts.

i know he’s not good for her but i think margaret x frank have a rlly interesting relationship and they can be cute sometimes, and i think about them more than i’d like to admit. i am not immune to het ships consisting of badass women with control issues and their toxic pathetic purse-dog boyfriends.

henry x klinger is literally canon idc

pierceintyre... ;-; hh

i love semi-niche trapper ships. trapcahy is a little bit 👀 and i really like trapper x margaret

hawkeye x henry... shh...

bonus trios i think about sometimes😳: hawkeye x margaret x frank, margaret x frank x flagg (SHH), hawkeye x trapper x mulcahy. do u see my evil vision

aaand some platonic dynamics i particularly enjoy

mulcahy & klinger are besties :)

mulcahy & margaret have a sibling dynamic that i absolutely adore, esp in the potter seasons, particularly the later ones.

charles & margaret are a fun duo. the ship tease they did a little was... idk how to feel about it, but i like them as buddies.

margaret & klinger... the girlies

hawkeye & klinger!!! the el jibbities are flocking together..

hawkeye & margaret :)

i do very much enjoy hawkeye & bj’s friendship

not friendship but charles & mulcahy’s animosity is sooo funny i will never tire of it

notps: klinger x charles, and hunnihawk. do not doxx me.

i think thats all for now. enjoy my nonsense!

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jawnjendes · 6 years ago

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little fighter | shawn mendes

university au, shawn x goth gf

an: this is apart of @fourtristattoos spring fest. i didn’t go with the weekly theme but i did use a few of the prompts from the list provided, and i will continue to do so for this series until the fest is over. honestly, im really proud of this chapter in particular, and it would be cool if ppl read it or whatever. if you like whats going on here, blease check out my masterlist for this series :)

masterlist | series playlist

For someone who acts composed with no fucks to give, I harbor quite a bit of guilt. I've always felt bad about things I did or did not have control over. I came from a good family. My parents never divorced, and they supported me through and through. I was always a good student in school, I even got into not one, but three amazing psychology departments at different universities. I had good friends throughout my life. I loved and lost. I experienced things the typical human goes through, and that was before I moved to Canada.

I was quite lucky. Nothing tragic happened in my childhood or teen years to make me the way I am now.

No, I don't count my abnormal digestive issues as something tragic. It's not tragic. Besides, that started in my early adulthood and yes, I harbored guilt about that too because I was able to manage it without much hassle.

So tell me why my self esteem was so shot that I went after shitty people so they could love me the way younger me imagined. Tell me why I got so depressed before university that I stopped going to work and school. Tell me what I did that made me a nervous stick in the mud. When and why did my brain become my biggest enemy?

This isn't about my not-tragic backstory. This is about where I'm at now. I've done my crying and wallowing. I go to therapy and swallow my pills.

I'm worried this will be perceived as a “she got a boyfriend and now she's healed” trope. It's not that. Like I said, I've done my healing. The fact that I have Shawn now is a very, very fortunate bonus. I know my worth now, even though sometimes I feel like I don't deserve him. I know what I don't deserve, and that's every relationship I had before Shawn came along.

He wasn't ashamed of his own feelings. There was never a moment where he didn’t tell me how he felt about me. He wasn't afraid to tell people that I was his girlfriend. He was all but bursting whenever he talked about our families meeting. I know that's the barest of minimums, but you would be surprised at the amount of relationships I had that were 50% shame and 50% hiding.

Shawn was always going the extra mile for me. If my digestive system was messing itself up, he kept me bed bound at his apartment, and he nursed me back to health. If I was bored to death at work, he would come and visit me after my manager's shift ended. He would drive thirty minutes into town to bring me lunch as well.

Work. That's where this is going. I was sat in my tiny office with Manager Stacy and Coworker Jason, counting down the minutes to my break. It had been a long day, what with customers complaining about $30 oil changes, or telling me their life stories in a rude manner over the phone. I had to smile at gross older men staring down my shirt as they paid for their car service. Stacy was short tempered and tired, so she gave us hell for little things like the printer being out of paper. She yelled at Luca for slouching in his chair, and that prompted him to leave the room. At least he had the liberty to to do that. I had to stay at my tiny window and feel Stacy's third eye burn a hole in the back of my head.

I would have texted Shawn telling him to just take me somewhere for lunch as opposed to bringing me something, but I didn't want to get yelled at for being on my phone. I just pretended to add up gas receipts while periodically looking at the time on the computer.

Somehow, Shawn read my mind. I saw him enter the dealership from my post, and he was empty handed. Typically, he had a to-go bag from my favorite restaurant. He made eye contact with me and smiled, coming up to my tiny window. Before he could say anything, a male voice called his name.

A deep pit formed in my stomach as Luca excitedly came into view. He greeted Shawn with a handshake/bro hug and a “What's up, man?”

Not going to lie, I forgot they knew each other. I forgot that Luca gave Shawn the concept for his song Mercy, even though I skipped that song when it came on these days.

I grabbed my purse from under my desk as I let the two catch up. I told Stacy I was taking my lunch break and then stepped out of the office. I stepped up to Shawn, still feeling uneasy.

“What brings you here, man?” Luca asked him. “Need service on your car? Or are you finally trading that thing in?”

“Nah, I'm just here to see my girl,” he replied as he took my hand.

Luca tilted his head and pursed his lips the way he always did when he was confused. His eyes trailed towards me like he barely noticed I was there.

“You two?” he asked in disbelief.

“Four and a half months,” Shawn replied with a smile.

I couldn't help but triumph in the shocked expression Luca had on his face. I smiled a little bit.

“I thought you were lying about that,” he said to me.

“Why would I?” I asked in return. Then, I walked towards the building exit, dragging Shawn with me.

I'm not one for flexing what I got, but I was particularly happy about Shawn walking me back into the dealership when we got back from lunch. We went for sushi down the street and spent most of my lunch hour in the car. We were still in our own little world, I was genuinely smiling. Other salesmen who worked here had to do a double take because I wasn't doing the typical customer service smile.

We stopped at the door to my office. Shawn planted a quick kiss on me and promised to see me later. I couldn't help but watch him as he walked past the office window towards the exit. I was okay to think about our little world until the end of my shift tonight. However, I was snapped back into reality at the sound of all too familiar words coming out of the all too familiar devil's mouth.

“Fucking whore…”

My smile dropped, but I was ready to roll my eyes and move on. Shawn, on the other hand, stopped in his tracks and turned on his heel. He went up to the window and looked directly at Luca.

“What did you just say?” he asked, leaning on the little ledge. He was smiling, but it wasn't hard to tell that he was annoyed.

“I'm just calling it as I see it,” Luca replied with an all too casual shrug. “She tell you what she got up to before you came along?”

I know I said I was about to let it go… but I ended up barging into the office and going right up to Luca. I grabbed the arm of the chair he was sitting in and forcibly turned him towards me.

“You don't get to do that,” I said loudly, not caring about my professional reputation at the moment.

Luca had an amused look on his stupid face. His dimples showed, and he was trying not to laugh.

“No - you don't get to act like I don't exist and then get salty because I found someone who's way better than you will ever be!” I pointed a finger at him. “You're the last person who gets to call me a whore! You broke the pieces of me that I gave you! You toyed with me for two and a half years, you manipulated and used me and you do not get to call me a whore because I decided I deserve better! You don't get to make any criticisms about my life. Get fucked!”

Silence rang through the tiny office. Jason and Stacy were standing at the back, mouths open. The smirk on Luca's face had vanished, and his face flushed with embarrassment. I was ready to throw hands if he dared to speak.

Then, Shawn spoke. “Let's step out for a second.”

My eyes darted to him. He nodded his head to the side, towards some customers who had lined up behind him. One was a girl about my age who was smiling at the tea being spilled. Behind her was an older couple who looked annoyed at my lack of professionalism.

“Go,” Stacy piped up in her stern manager voice. “I'll help these guys.”

I sighed angrily and went out the door again. I muttered an “excuse me” as I went past the small line of customers and I walked past Shawn. He quickly followed me, telling me to slow down.

“Hey!” He jogged up to me as I stepped outside into the oncoming night. He grabbed my hand to stop me. “Honey…”

I wanted to childishly pull away from his grasp and fold my arms. I wanted to run back inside and drop kick my coworker. Steam was still blowing out of my ears, and I wanted to fucking fight.

“Does he always say things like that?” Shawn asked.

“Yes,” I grumbled, looking out at the shiny new vehicles that were displayed in the parking lot. “That's all I am to him, that's all I've been to him since I broke up with him.”

“And you just let him get away with it?”

My seething eyes now pointed at my boyfriend. I yanked my hand away from his and flailed both my arms as I unleashed another bout of rage. “You think this is the first time I've yelled at him? You think I always just lay back and take it all the time? I'm always sticking up for myself in this god awful place because I'm the bitch who doesn't smile! Nobody here has my back! My own boss didn't even say anything to him! If you think I'm the type to take-”

Shawn quickly held his hands up, trying to calm my hysterical movements. “Okay, okay! I'm sorry. I know you don't take anyone's bullshit. He deserved to get yelled at. I would have done it myself, but you're my little fighter.” He offered a smile.

If there was any special nickname he had for me that wasn't the typical “honey” or anything involving my all black attire, it was that. “Little fighter.” Hearing it helped diffuse some of my anger.

I finally felt rational enough to take a deep breath, calming me down even more. Shawn offered his hand, but I wasn't ready for that just yet.

He thought otherwise. “Please, just take my hand.”

“I am a fighter,” I said, folding my arms. “I did not go through various amounts of bullshit to let some fuckboy tear me down.”

Shawn just looked at me for a moment, then he agreed. “That's right.” He was still holding his hand out. “And you're very cute when you're angry.”

I rolled my eyes. “You know, I wanted to kick the shit out of my coworker, but since you're here…”

He chuckled. “Okay, okay. What I meant is, I'm just glad you know your worth. And seeing you stand up for yourself is probably the hottest thing I've ever seen you do.”

Now I took his hand. “Shut up.”

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #fourtristattoosspring #shawn x goth gf #ya this was loosley inspired by greys anatomy #and my own personal experience lol

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chouetteffraie · 6 years ago

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Lil Aku Headcanons because.......im dumb

I think about him a lot :/

General Relationship Headcanons - Akutagawa Ryunosuke

One thing that is generally agreed upon is that physical touch is super out of this boy’s comfort zone and something he’d have to get used to, which is true. It is also generally agreed upon that physical touch in public is a big no-no- also true, but let me elaborate on that.

Obviously in public you won’t be touching much because 1.you don’t do it much in private (I’m talking sweet/intimate touches not nasty ones) and 2. it’d be easy to connect the dots and use you as a way to get to Akutagawa and there’s probably a few people who wouldn’t mind using that information to their advantage

But, especially if you’ve been together for a while, I’d imagine there’d be a little bit of something. Not hand holding though.

Instead, he’d probably just like,,,brush his hand against yours on purpose. It sounds pointless and weird but hear me out.

1. it could easily be written off as an accident should anybody be paying attention to the proximity of your hands

2. It isn’t anything that would make him feel especially uncomfortable- I know sometimes I feel like if you’re holding hands with someone it’s such a commitment to never need to use that hand. This is probably really ridiculous but when he’s out in public with you he’s a little paranoid and would prefer to not be incapacitated by only having one hand available even though if something were to happen he could,,,,,take his hand back and use it?

I feel like any touch in public isn’t necessarily meant to be affectionate though it certainly wouldn’t be devoid of affection and is used as more of a reassurance that you’re there

Remember how I said it could easily be written off as an accident to any passerby? Well if you’ve started to notice that he has bumped your hand a bunch and you ask him about it he can easily just scoff and say “You’re the one bumping against me I don’t know what you’re talking about”

100% he has accidentally bumped against you too hard one time and started to avoid your gaze for a few minutes because he made himself so obvious and was embarrassed

Have you ever been on an actual date out with him before? Yeah! I like the idea (which I think I read first here) that there are a few Mafia owned places that you’ll go to occasionally. While on one of these dates I still don’t think he’s very into hand-holding. But he’s super into you like holding onto his arm! Consider:

You get to stay close to him and be connected without movement being super limited (at least, not on his part)

You’ll absentmindedly use your thumb to stroke his arm and he’ll never let you know how much he loves it

If you’re wrapping things up and the two of you are alone you’ll rest your head on his arm and he loves that too

However! If the two of you are at home, Akutagawa doesn’t mind holding your hand while you’re just sitting and enjoying each other’s company. He’s just picky about what he shows to the world.

I also love love LOVE the idea that he likes it when you play with his hair. Run your fingers through it, play with a specific piece, whatever. It relaxes him and is probably the closest the two of you get in terms of casual physical affection

If you’re really lucky and he’s in a good mood he’ll let you comb it when it needs it how do boys take care of their hair

Additionally: massages. Scalp massages and shoulder massages for sure but he’ll take anything. You’ll probably have to convince him a little in the beginning because he’s too proud for his own good but he’ll never put up too much of a fight if you’re offering.

Something I see a lot is that, as his s/o, you’ll have to learn how to pick up on the tiny, subtle cues he’ll give as to how he’s feeling, how comfortable he is and what he wants. But what are those hints you’ll have to decipher. Here’s a few ideas:

If he’s sitting or lying next to you and he wants some sort of physical affection he will not initiate it. Instead he will keep glancing your way and start pouting without realizing it and you’ll have to take the first step. HOWEVER you should only do something small like lean your head on his shoulder or give him a little smooch on the cheek because if you go in too quickly he’ll feel stupid for not making the first move and will continue to be pouty.

I don’t personally imagine him to be quiet all the time, but everything he says has meaning i.e. no chit-chat. maybe a little chit-chat if you’ve had an uneventful day he likes talking to you oKAY.

Let’s say you’re reading a book and you’re one of those people who like to analyze it like you were an English teacher, or really if you’re ranting and raving about something else, he’ll listen and enjoy it but you’ll have to keep glancing at him to make sure he isn’t lost or getting annoyed.

Akutagawa will never ever ever admit to getting lost though. If he ever is, he’ll tilt his head ever so slightly and furrow his nonexistent eyebrows a teeny tiny bit. This is your cue to slow down, but don’t make an effort to ask him if he understands because he might feel stupid.

If he’s annoyed, it’s a little more obvious and that’s your cue to wrap it up and change the subject. It’s also a little more rare because he wuvs you uwu

He’s down for deep philosophical conversations because it interests him how you see the world and how it aligns with how you see him, especially if you’re one of those people who sees good in everything and have a rather optimistic perspective on things.

Don’t tell him that you think he’s good or there’s good in him. Akutagawa knows what he does and what he is and he won’t appreciate you trying to butter him up. Instead you can tell him he’s good to you and that you enjoy being around him / feel safe around him and ESPECIALLY that you aren’t afraid of him. You accepting and liking him the way he is and sees himself is way more important to him than you believing in something that might not even be there.

You should, however, convince him that he isn’t a monster or devoid of humanity. You don’t have to kiss up to him to let him know that he still exists as a person and ease his mind on that.

Don’t try to change his mind about anything too much. Discussing opposing viewpoints is way more fun than having someone try to tell him his entire outlook on life is wrong.

I can’t imagine he’d be particularly fond of deep questions like “what is life all about?” or “what happens after we die?” when he isn’t expecting them. Give him a warning if you’re having an existential crisis or else he’ll not only shut down, but he won’t be able to sleep that night and he needs his sleep!!!!

I don’t know where I was going to end this so here’s some sleep thoughts:

Only dreams like five times a year unless he’s having nightmares. Never remembers those dreams in great details but he knows enough about them to remember them for a while

Any dreams Akutagawa has aren’t exceptionally weird, nor do they reveal some kind of hidden desire he’s had. They’re just kind of there, like he’s watching himself go through a normal day.

Nightmares are bad but he normally doesn’t flail around too much. He probably just makes some really intense facial expressions before eventually rolling over and calming down while still asleep. If he does wake up, his eyes fly open wide and he just kind of lies there trying to calm his breathing and listen to see if there are any intruders or something.

If sleeping with his s/o he won’t be a super cuddler but will end up with them in his arms in the morning. Sometimes this happens because you fell asleep first and he just,,,,wanted to, but most of the time it happens while you both are asleep. He will deny both, even if you both are awake and you are still in his arms as you accuse him.

Anyway please love Akutagawa please

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taesbetch · 7 years ago

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To Own A Hybrid P.6

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (eventual smut) Hybrid!AU Cat!AU

Summary: The hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid.

Word Count: 4k +

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, emotional torment, and prostitution

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 (im to lazy to link it, but its there!)

“Hey! you new?!”

You frantically looked around for the enthusiastic voice before setting your eyes on the small framed boy walking your way.

“is it that obvious?” you asked nervously as you played with the hem of your school uniform.

“are you here to join the internship competition?” he asked as the two of you walked into the empty school.

“I think I’m too young to join this year, but I’ll try it out next year” you said excitedly as he placed his hands on his hips.

“damn. We would’ve been competitors…well if you do end up joining next year, you know who to call for help!” he said before sending you a playful wink.

You giggled before nodding your head appreciatively

“I’m y/n by the way”

“Jimin, nice to meet you”

Your eyes fluttered open as a tear escaped, rolling down the side of your face before soaking into the pillow underneath your head.

Slowly you rolled your body over, groaning in content as the sun shone through your window and coated your room with warmth.

Jimin…

Why? Why would he do something like that?

“I actually just don’t know the answer” you whined as you smacked your head on the table in front of you.

“yes you do! Your just have to believe in your skills and capabilities” he exclaimed as he patted your head comfortingly.

“what skills and capabilities?” you replied sassily as you indulged further into your self-pity party.

“see! That’s your problem” he said as he rolled his eyes “you think so little of yourself”.

“why are you helping me?” you asked curiously as you played with the edges of your textbook.

“to be honest…I see myself in you” Jimin shrugged as he ruffled your hair.

“I also feel like we’re going to be in each other’s lives for a long time” he smiled before stretching his arms out and leaning back in his chair.

“mmm, I doubt that. You’re going to be working in some fancy company and I’ll be cleaning the ground underneath your feet” you sighed, defeat written all over your face.

“we’ll see”

There must be more too it…there just must be...

This isn’t Jimin. Jimin is kind and caring. Jimin is giving and forgiving…Jimin…

You failed your body around angrily before finally exiting your room.

“hey” Jungkook said simply as his eyes were blown wide by iron man’s delicate moves.

You rolled your eyes before sending a text to Namjoon.

‘I have evidence against the S.T.M member’s in our office. do you want me to bring it to you?’

‘wow, that was quick! You and Jungkook make a good team. Don’t worry ill swing by at 10 and get it. Thank you’

You sighed before checking your watch. 2 hours. 2 hours to collect your thoughts.

“have you eaten?” you asked Jungkook as you examined the set up on evidence on the table in front of you. Everything was organised to the T.

“Nup. But before we eat, I hacked the computer you asked me too, but there’s nothing on it; just some transactions” he said as he laid himself down.

You watched as Jungkook swapped positions, his head facing away from you and his ears perked up as they took in every line of the movie.

“I’ll make some breakfast” you mumbled as you dragged your feet into the kitchen and tried to tear your eyes away from Jimin’s files.

“you picked up!” you chimed happily as his silk like voice flowed through the phone.

“of course, I did, what’s up?” he asked curiously.

“I got the job- well correct, I won the intern contest and they liked me so much they offered me a direct job after school! Isn’t that great!” you epped excitedly as you tried to contain your screams of joy.

“Jesus y/n! that’s fantastic! See I told you!” he shouted with joy.

You laughed at his sudden excitement before a wide smile of appreciation played across your face.

“thank you Jimin…like, for everything” you stated as he hummed in acknowledgment.

“your welcome, any time you need anything. Just call me okay?”

You couldn’t do it…

As the stir-fry stirred around in the pot you glanced over to Jungkook before slowly approaching the table.

Your hands shook as you had an inner battle with yourself.

He played a part in this. So, he should pay the price… but there must be a reason why someone so pure-hearted would do this shit!

5 years…you’ve known him for five years. Sure, you aren’t the best of friends and you don’t know every detail about his life…but you knew him well enough.

Trusting your judgement of character, you quickly grabbed Jimin’s files and returned to the kitchen where you hid them in a cabinet.

You took a deep breath as the smile that has cared for you flicked into your mind.

“kookie its ready!” you shouted out at you walked the two bowls to the couch.

Jungkook flipped up from his laid position quickly as his tail flicked out of his pants as quick as lightning.

Jungkook’s slightly opened mouth, waging tail and sparkling eyes sent butterflies floating around in your stomach.

As you passed him the bowl he mumbled a soft thank you before digging into his meal.

Time moved slowly as the two of you sat in silence and continued watching the iron man movie for the fifth time that week.

“what’s wrong?” Jungkook blurted out suddenly as he shoved his last pieces of meat in his mouth before putting his bowl down on the table in front of you.

You looked at him in confusion as your eyebrows furrowed.

“you’re being weird. So, what’s up?” he asked again.

You sighed before shrugging your shoulders. As you opened your mouth to tell him about the situation. The pleasant tune of your doorbell rang throughout your apartment.

As you skipped your way to the door Jungkook followed close behind you.

“Namjoon” you greeted happily as the blonde headed boy stood awkwardly at your door frame.

“hey! I can’t believe you got evidence! I hope neither of you got hurt” he said as you moved to the side letting him fully assess the two of you with concern.

You smiled warmly before shaking your head “were fine! But are you? How’d everything go?” you asked as you walked him to the table containing the files.

“oh wow, this many…Ronald?” he asked surprised as he flicked through papers. Your eyes glanced to Jungkook who was staring at the spot where the missing file was sat previously.

“So, did everything go down smoothly?” you asked as Jungkook started to piece everything together, giving you a questioning look.

“Surprisingly, yer. We managed to round up all the hybrids and arrest Mr. So’s helpers who were there. But this? This is going to take his whole little group out” Namjoon smirked.

“little group?” you asked curiously.

“well yer, the S.T.M is obviously much bigger than Mr. So, and a couple of idiots. There are multiple divisions, but one at a time is how we're dealing with it” Namjoon explained as he gathered everything up.

“thank you, guys, honestly, this is a lot of help” he said thankfully.

You smiled widely before walking him to the door.

“I’ll see you at work!” you chirped as he exited your apartment.

As soon as you shut your door you felt Jungkook’s hard stare burning through your back.

“I can explain” you said sheepishly as you walked back over to him.

“what happened to ‘even Jimin’?” Jungkook asked, annoyance plain as day in his voice.

You groaned before running a hand through your hair.

“I couldn’t do it” you admitted boldly “I know Jimin, there has to be some sort of explanation. And oh god if Namjoon found out that Jimin was involved…ugh it...it would just be too much”.

Jungkook clicked his tongue before putting his hands on his hips.

“so, what are you gonna do now?” he asked curiously as you sighed.

“I’m going to go to work tomorrow morning and pretend like none of this ever happened. If he tries to talk to me I’m going to simply ignore him” you spoke, but more to yourself than to Jungkook.

“don’t you want to know why though? This means you’re going to have to talk to him” Jungkook smirked as he shook his head at you.

You flailed your arms in the air before grunting in frustration.

“Go back to watching your stupid show, I’m going for a run” you huffed before walking into your room and flopping yourself on your bed.

“welcome to the office y/n! wait- what desk are you? Your right next to me! Isn’t this great!” Jimin borderline shouted as you struggled to carry all your things.

“Jimin! Keep your voice down! I don’t want to make a bad first impression” you scowled as you made over too your desk.

He chuckled before helping you unpack your things, sending you proud father vibes as he watched you begin your work.

“this doesn’t look like going for a run to me”

You sighed before rolling over and patting your bed next to you, signalling him to join you.

He hissed slightly before laying himself down next to you.

“I’m not a dog, do that again and ill claw your eyes out” he muttered angrily as you sighed.

“Jungkook…do you know what sucks the most about human beings?” you asked quietly as you stared up at the ceiling.

His turned his head to you awaiting the answer.

“there’s a certain saying that goes, sometimes good people do bad things. However, this bad act does not make them a bad person. But sometimes bad people do good things…and going along with the first saying, this doesn’t make them a good person…so, what how do we tell the difference from the good acting bad and the bad acting good?” you stated as a small tear rolled down your cheek.

As small whimpers escaped your lip Jungkook turned his body to you and whipped your tear with his thumb.

“you just have to put your cards on the table. When it’s wrong it sucks but when its right, it’s just better” Jungkook said, recycling the lesson you had taught him previously.

You giggled before checking your watch. 11:30am…

“have you heard of a game center?”

------

Jungkook looked around in disgust as couples and younger teens laughed and enjoyed themselves.

“why are we here?” Jungkook asked as you gleamed with joy.

“because Jungkook, my purpose is to teach you about the joys of life, the good things” you preached as you lead him towards the one game that single changed your life…

The bumper cars.

“so, what do I do?” Jungkook asked as you bounced up and down in the line.

“first of all, relax and stop being so ‘I’m too cool for everything’. Secondly, you’ll figure it out. And thirdly, have fun!” you explained as you smiled brightly.

You laughed as you watched Jungkook wait in his bumper car with an unamused face.

The others around him chatted and screamed with joy.

As the countdown began, you sent Jungkook a wink, fully knowing he had no idea what was about to go down.

Cars started driving and the music started playing, meaning the fun had begun.

Jungkook’s face quickly twisted into an expression of surprise as his car started being bumped all over the place.

You made a B-line straight for his car, a mischievous smiled on your face.

The two cars collided with each other causing Jungkook to whip his head in your direction.

“figured it out yet?” you asked with a chuckle before making your great escape.

Before a cocky laugh could exit your body, your car was jolted forward leaving you screaming briefly in shock. As you looked behind you your eyes locked with Jungkook’s, a wide smile covering his face and a certain sparkle in his eyes.

You laughed loudly before shaking your head. “you’ve done it now” you said getting ready to get your revenge.

In that split second you swore you had heard the bells of heaven come out of Jungkook’s mouth as he laughed whole heartedly and drive away.

---

“Y/n! Y/n! did you see!?! I won!” Jungkook exclaimed childishly. You smiled and nodded your head as he picked out his prize.

“Jungkook, I think we’re going to have to stop and go home” you stated sadly.

Jungkook looked at you as though you had crushed all his hopes and dreams “what! Why?” he whined as he wrapped his arm tightly around his new teddy bear.

“because kookie- “you started as you rose your arms showing all the prizes Jungkook had won “I’m running out of body parts”.

Jungkook pouted before nodding his head sadly “we’ll come back, though right?” Jungkook asked softly.

“well duh, but for now. LET’S EAT!” you said before running off with all of Jungkook’s prizes.

As you loaded the car, you watched as Jungkook’s sparkle stayed put, along with his smile.

“fun, right?” you asked as you exited the parking lot.

“yer, whatever…I guess” Jungkook mumbled as he tried to hide his bunny-like smile.

You chuckled before turning on the radio “in the mood for Indian” you commented as the buzz from before continued through your body.

Jungkook hummed in agreement as he sat back and relaxed into the car seat.

----

It was 3am and you weren’t in a good mood but money needed to be made.

As you pulled your work pants up your body you tried not to let the tiredness of your lack of sleep night affect you.

The walk to the kitchen was harder than expected. You stumbled and yawns were just unavoidable.

You quickly wrote a note to Jungkook stating that you would be home late and to call you if he needed anything before heading out to your car.

Fixing your hair in your mirror you let your mind run free, remembering that you would most likely run into Jimin this afternoon…by then the news of the S.T.M members being arrested would be on television.

Unfortunately, your mind was not all there as you struggled to get into your car. You knew the day would be a long one but you were determined to get lost in your work, hopefully it’ll be a nice distraction.

The walk to the office was also a quite one as the eerie emptiness of it dawned on you as you travelled through it.

You greeted co-workers before seating yourself at your desk and mentally preparing yourself for the tasks ahead of you.

---

You had finally completed the tasks you had set for yourself and Jesus it felt great.

Your bones were aching slightly and let’s not even talk about your muscles but the feeling of achievement was way greater than the pain.

As you examined the office you realised that time had flown by, it was currently 11am and the office was full of life.

A familiar perfume filled your nostril’s in an instant…he was here.

You turned you head in the direction of the smell to see a shy Jimin staring at the back of your head.

When he saw you notice him he briefly panicked before slowly making his way over to you. He awkwardly rolled his chair over to you before setting himself down and speaking.

“I’m not in handcuffs” he stated softly as he stared at you with glistening eyes.

“I see that” you stated simply, clearing your throat awkwardly as you avoided eye contact.

“y-you didn- “he started shyly before you cut in.

“no Jimin, I didn’t. I didn’t because I just couldn’t do it. I’ve known you for so long, I refuse to believe that you would do something like this…there has to be a reason, right?” you asked hopefully.

Jimin stared at you wide-eyed before a smile broke out on his face.

“yes, there’s a reason and of course, I wouldn’t do something like that…Y/n it’s a really long story but I swear to you I’m not the bad guy” he explained as he brought his hands up in a pleading position.

“okay well then enlighten me. Tell me everything” you demanded as you fully swerved in your seat.

He took a deep breath in before wiping his forehead nervously, a thin layer of sweat glazing over it.

“It was stupid…well I was stupid. Stupid and in love with someone so fucking toxic…it started when I left Busan and moved here to Seoul. She lived next door to me. At first, she was a ray of sunshine…I fell so quickly and so hard. Honestly, I don’t know how it all happened, I just wanted to keep her happy and the next thing I know I’m in debt and owe Mr. So 30 million won…” Jimin breezed past quickly. The events he spoke of might of happened in the past but the pain and anger was still evident in his eyes.

“wait. You are telling me that you started this because a girl got you into debt?” you asked confusingly.

“I could’ve paid the debt off in 10 years with my salary…but they both had other plans. I had no idea she was a part of something like this and they both knew I wouldn’t willing join in, so they tricked me. They made me think the love of my life was in life-threatening danger and of course, like a love-sick fool I did anything Mr. So, asked to keep her safe. It started off with little things…intimating small businesses, shady transactions, fighting here and there…but then it got to stuff like this. I found out it was all a lie and tried to leave but I was too far in. they said I knew too much…t-they threatened my life and people I care about” Jimin explained.

You looked at him shocked as you tried to process everything he had just told you. All the time that Jimin was helping you, he was in some real shit.

“Jimin…why didn’t you tell me, o-or anyone else? Someone could’ve helped?” you whispered sadly as Jimin moved closer to you to hear.

“y/n, I would’ve been putting you in danger…” he replied as he brought a thumb up to wipe your few tears.

“I feel like a shitty friend now…ugh” you pouted as you grasped Jimin’s small hand in yours.

“of course, you’re not a shitty friend, if anything, I’m the shitty friend” Jimin chuckled, the statement-making you shake your head almost instantly.

“no more secrets okay!” you chirped holding out your pinkie finger “I’m legit one of your only friends, you have to tell someone this shit okay?”.

Jimin’s eyes were soft and gentle as they stared into yours. A small smile itched at his lips as he gave you a shy nod.

“thanks y/n” he whispered before pulling you into a half hug.

“we should probably stand up and do this”

----

It was 11pm. You were dying as you dragged your body through your front door.

The sound of your footsteps filled the apartment as you started unloading you bag.

It had been a long day…a really long day and except from the random update texts from Jungkook you hadn’t heard much from him.

As you showered you made a mental note to check on the boy in the morning, you had the rest of the week off so you were set on learning more about him.

It’s funny how you think you know people and everything about them…but what happens behind closed doors, stays behind closed doors until someone opens It…

You let out a heavy sigh before leaving the shower and getting dressed.

When you opened your bathroom door you were surprised to see Jungkook patiently waiting for you on your bed.

“hey” you smiled tiredly as you turned on your side table’s lamp.

Jungkook stared up at you with large puppy eyes as he pulled back the blanket and joined you as you climbed into bed.

“is something wrong?” you asked as he laid down and snuggled into the bed.

“you were gone for so long” he whispered quietly as his eyes fluttered close.

you smiled as his eyes twitched and his body tried to subtly move closer to yours.

You slowly brought your hand up to his ears, the urge to touch them was too strong.

As you ran you fingers slowly through his hair Jungkook purred softly “y/n…can I tell you something?” Jungkook asked softly, breaking you from your trance.

You hummed in confirmation before continuing to stroke his head, finding new areas in which Jungkook would purr louder than others.

“I’m comfortable” Jungkook stated firmly causing you to laugh lightly.

“that’s good” you replied softly as you rested your head against the head rest of the bed.

“can I stay here?” he asked innocently as his body finally reached its goal and content covered his face as he smuggled into the side of your leg.

“well it’s not the first time you’ve slept in here so sure” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“no... I mean like here, with you, in your apartment” he corrected shyly.

You paused for a moment, trying to burn the memory of this moment into your brain “kookie, of course you can…I thought you already knew that?” you replied with care.

The hybrid whined as he snuggled further into you, his arm reaching up as he tried to pull you down into a lying down position.

You smiled before tuning your side light off and sliding down into Jungkook’s arms.

You whispered goodnight as you let the comfort of the bed mixed with Jungkook’s warmth lull you to sleep.

“I know…I just like to hear you say it every now and then”

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squadlessgeek · 8 years ago

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4, 16, 60 :)

4. “you haven’t even touched your food. what’s going on?” (this screamed Virgil so that’s what i went with)

Virgil still wasn’t used to all the changes. He usually viewed change, inherently, as a bad thing, and though he knew the other sides were only doing their best to help him feel included and cared about, it was still weird.So Patton’s sudden question and worried stare definitely caught him off guard.“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”They didn’t usually eat together; usually Virgil wouldn’t even realize he hasnt eaten until his stomach coaxed him awake in the early hours. Logan would normally wander into the kitchen at exactly five o'clock for a small, yet healthy meal. Patton always cooked for Roman and himself. But tonight Patton had made dinner for all of them, and Virgil was forced to socialize with the rest of them. He’d been picking at his food with his fork, moving things around but never actually lifting them to his mouth.There wasn’t anything wrong, not particularly, so his response to the moral side’s question was simple: a shrug, a weak smile. Patton didn’t buy it. He set his fork down and did what Virgil called the “Dad Pose.” Elbows on the table, arms crossed over one another, fingers splayed. “Come on, kiddo, we’ve been over this. Talk to us.”Logan was also quick to turn his attention to Virgil, while Roman’s heart was still set on his steak. The silverware on the table rattled as Logan not-so-subtly elbowed the creative side in order to alter the subject of his concentration. “Um…” Virgil started, cheeks growing warm at all the sudden attention. “Nothing’s going on. I’m just… Not used to…” He cleared his throat, eyes moving to address Logan. “Why is he looking at me like that?” He asked, referring to Patton’s extremely fixated gaze. His eyes were wide and almost doe-like, his expression showing way too much concern. Logan snapped his fingers in front of the father figure’s face, and he blinked in confusion.“Morality. Stop that.”“Stop what?”“Being so… emotional. Virgil says there is nothing wrong, so evidently, there is nothing wrong. Perhaps he simply dislikes your cooking.”Patton slapped a hand to his own chest as if he had just been impaled.“No! No, no it’s not that,” Virgil quickly said, and the bickering ceased as the attention was brought back to him. “Like I was saying, I’m just not used to doing stuff with you guys. And I don’t usually eat this early, anyway.”Roman cut in to the conversation for the first time. “It’s nearly eight o'clock, how late do you eat?”Virgil pursed his lips and shrugged. “Not til, like, the middle of the night. I just don’t really think about it.”Logan gasped sharply, and now it seemed as if he was the one being impaled. “Virgil that is so unhealthy.”“Yeah, I know.”“Then why do you do it?!”A shrug was all the logical side got in response. Patton sighed and shook his head.“Well,” he began. “You don’t have to eat with us, I just thought a change might be nice-”“He doesn’t like change,” Roman muttered before stuffing his mouth with broccoli, and then immediately realizing his mistake and cringing at the taste of the vegetable.Virgil pointed at Roman to acknowledge the statement. “Yeah. That.”Logan frowned. “I don’t see how broccoli has anything to do with-”“No, the- the change thing.”Now Patton was frowning, almost as if he was disappointed in himself. “Oh. Right.”Virgil’s chest ached. He hated seeing Patton upset, especially when it was his fault. He felt his hands begin to shake, and took a deep breath before speaking again.“But I want to put in effort for you guys, just like you’ve all been putting effort in for me. Even Princey.” He picked up his fork, stabbed it into a piece of steak (Patton had cut all of the meat into small cubes) and guided it into his mouth. “Oh. Oh that’s really good,” he murmured, shoveling more into his mouth. Only now did he realize how hungry he actually was. “Don’t speak with your mouth full,” Logan sighed.

16. “Stop it! It tickles!” (More Virgil stuff yayy)

“Are you sure this is going to turn out the way you wish?” Logan asked from his seat, eyes never raising from the novel in his hands.“Oh, pssh! He’ll love it!” Patton waved away Logan’s question and positioned himself against the wall in such a way that if one were coming down the stairs, there was no way they would see him. He’d heard the telltale sounds of shifting and groans coming from upstairs that meant Virgil was finally emerging from his bed, and was likely going to come downstairs at any moment.Just as predicted, Patton heard a door opening and closing as well as shuffling footsteps. He waved his arms in excitement and pressed a finger to his lips, though Logan was the only other side in the room and he hadn’t said a word other than his initial question.Patton waited patiently, though his legs were starting to cramp in this crouched position. He finally heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and as soon as they grew close enough, he pounced. A screaming Virgil went down as Patton attacked, his fingers tickling any sensitive spot they could find. Virgil’s screams soon turned to laughter, his arms flailing in a desperate attempt to swat Patton’s hands away.“S-stop it!” He wheezed, barely able to speak between spasms of laughter. “It tickles!”Logan spoke again: “I believe that is the point.”“Get him- Ah! Off of me!”“I don’t understand, the sounds you’re making suggest that you are enjoying yourself.”Virgil was unable to reply as he gasped for air, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. At that point Patton finally granted mercy and moved off of Virgil, laughing and feeling very proud of himself.Virgil took a few moments to catch his breath before sitting up, clasping his chest and glaring at the moral side.“I’ll get you back for that.”

60. “They didnt just find out! They already knew!” (I made this Prinxiety and im not even ashamed)

“Aww, you guys are adorable,” Patton cooed as he entered the room, casually plopping himself down onto one end of the couch. On the other end, Virgil and Roman had been cuddling together while watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, Virgil practically sitting on the prince’s lap. At the sight of Patton, the anxious side quickly scrambled away from Roman and sat with his arms crossed and his cheeks bright red. “What are you taking about?” He muttered. “I-I don’t… We’re not-”“Oh, please,” Logan added, suddenly materializing seemingly out of nowhere and straightening his tie. “You two could not be any more obvious.”Roman paused the movie, sitting up straight and looking incredulously at the other sides. “But- but we’ve been so careful, how did you-?”Virgil cut in, rubbing at his face with one hand and grimacing, “They didnt just find out. They already knew!”“Correct,” Logan grinned.“How?!”Patton giggled, shaking his head. “Come on. We’re all different aspects of Thomas’s personality. We may not know what all of the others are doing or feeling constantly, but it’s pretty darn easy to tell when something’s up. And you two are definitely up.”Logan looked at Patton with something in his eyes that seemed to resemble respect. “That was… Actually a very accurate response, Patton.”The moral side shrugged. “Aw, thanks-”“Not very articulate, though.”“Ah, well. Next time.”

#request #ask #drabbles #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides #thomas sanders #fanders #prinxiety

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danfanciesphil · 7 years ago

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Prompt idea: dan sneezes during sex

wtf anon

also i’d like to point out that someone sent a very similar ask to @psuedophan a few days ago... is this a phan headcanon im not aware of? Phil gets sex headaches and Dan gets sex sneezes??

w/e, it’s ur prompt lol - hope u enjoy! xx

“Um, what do you think you’re doing?”

Phil is staring up at him, eyebrows raised, his glasses having slipped down his nose. Dan just smiles, settling himself more comfortably on Phil’s lap.

“What’s it look like?”

“It looks like you’re ignoring my instructions to lay in bed and rest,” Phil tells him, sounding disapproving, though his hands move to Dan’s hips - probably out of habit.

Dan pouts, sighing at him. “I’m bored.” He whines, and Phil rolls his eyes.

“Put Netflix on, then.”

“There’s nothing to watch.” Dan complains, fidgeting. His hands move to the zipper of Phil’s hoodie, starting to inch it down bit by bit. Phil grabs hold of his wrist, stopping him. “I’ve seen everything a billion times.”

“Then read a book.” Phil instructs him. Then, before Dan can register what’s happening, Phil is tipping him off his lap. Dan lands on the sofa at his side, limbs flailing. “You’re sick, Dan. You need bed rest.”

Dan sits up, not prepared to take this abuse. “I’ve been resting for ages. I’m basically better now.”

Phil arches an eyebrow, clearly not believing this in the slightest. “Right.”

Ignoring the sarcasm with moderate difficulty, Dan sidles closer to Phil, placing his chin on Phil’s shoulder and looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Keep me company?” Dan asks sweetly, all but batting his lashes. “I’ll make it worth your while...”

He slides a not-so-subtle hand onto Phil’s upper thigh, and Phil barks a laugh.

He grabs Dan’s hand in his own, shaking his head fondly. “I’m not gonna have sex with you, Dan. I don’t particularly fancy infecting myself with your germs.”

Dan’s mouth falls open, and he sits up straight, appalled at this reaction. “Rude! I don’t have germs, I told you. Besides, you’d totally have got them by now if I had.”

“Oh, right, right,” Phil says, nodding theatrically. “I forgot, you’re magically all better now after one day of lounging in bed eating Haribo and making me bring you tea.”

“I’m a resilient young man.” Dan tells him, crossing his arms. “I don’t need longer than a day to defeat my viruses.”

Phil sighs at him, but to Dan’s surprise, he looks on the verge of defeat. Pouncing on this opportunity, Dan scoots in closer again, then, thinking better of it, slides off the couch completely, settling himself on the floor between Phil’s legs.

Phil rolls his eyes, shifting forwards as though moving to stop him. “Dan, come on, what’re you-”

Dan pays him no attention, instead diving forwards to begin unbuckling Phil’s belt. He’s done it so often it takes him all of three seconds, so Phil doesn’t get anywhere trying to resist.

After the belt is open, it’s easy to flick open Phil’s jeans, and somewhere along the way Phil just slumps backwards, apparently no longer having the willpower to resist.

“I swear to God, Dan, if this makes you sicker...”

“It’s all my fault, yadda yadda, I know...” Dan mutters, pulling Phil’s cock out of his jeans. Surprisingly, he’s already kind of hard, and it sends a little proud thrill through Dan that he somehow managed to arouse Phil even though he almost definitely looks terrible right now after having laid around in bed for a day and a half battling an illness. “Hmm,” Dan sighs, staring at Phil’s thick, firm erection contentedly. “Just relax, Phil. I’m all over this.”

He leans in, getting straight to work laving his deft, practised tongue over Phil’s length, base to tip. He knows all the places to focus on, he knows exactly what makes Phil twitch and squirm. He’s an expert in this area, and sinking into this familiarity after what seems like an age of pure boredom is bliss.

He slips his mouth over the top, sinking down until he can feel Phil nudging the back of his throat. Phil groans, hips stuttering a bit, and it makes Dan shiver with pride. In all honesty, he’s still a little bunged up, so he senses this might be a bit more difficult than usual. Perhaps he won’t try deepthroating today, as that could cause all sorts of-

Suddenly, quite unexpectedly, Phil comes, blindsiding Dan completely. The shock of the un-anticipated burst of liquid shooting down his throat chokes him a little, and he pulls off, a chesty, rumbling cough bursting from his lungs.

“Fuck, fuck- a-are you, Dan... oh, fuck. Dan are you okay?”

“Uh huh,” Dan rasps out, coughing into the crook of his elbow. “Just stay there a sec, I think I’m gonna-”

Another cough bursts from his lips, interrupting his warning. So Phil doesn’t get the memo. He slides off the sofa, kneeling before Dan on the carpet, hands on his shoulders as he worries and fusses over him.

No, Dan thinks, eyes watering as he struggles to hold it inside. No, no, Phil back up- stay back- oh, fuck-

Ah-tschoo!

Dan peels his eyes open, mortified. Specks of saliva cover Phil’s face. He looks murderous, and Dan grimaces at him, an apology in his eyes.

“Uhm...” Dan starts to say. “Listen, so- okay, I might still need a bit more rest-”

Phil brings a hand up to his face, covering his nose and mouth with one hand. His eyes squeeze shut, and Dan senses what’s coming.

Ah-tschew!

Oh dear.

Phil glares at him, and Dan shrugs sheepishly.

“Whoops.”

“I hate you.”

“At least now neither of us will be bored?”

#i cant believe i wrote this #lmao i hope u like it #prompts #humour #smut #fluff #sneezing #lmao #anon #ellen answers

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sigurdjarlson · 8 years ago

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I noticed that you had a few really cool Raventrust posts here and there. What are things you like about the ship? Are there fun headcanons you have for it?

OHhhh I love this ship

I love everything about it tbh. The Last Guardian is absolutely beautiful and full of raventrust goodness. (assuming you haven’t read it)

Like first off… nobody wants Khadgar. The Kirin Tor sent him to Medivh hoping that he’d either die on the way there or live and tell them Medivh’s secrets. They just didn’t want to deal with his nosy, troublesome ass anymore.

But Medivh does. Medivh who has never taken an apprentice and has successfully scared off every person who’s tried (or they died mysteriously..er..) but after a few months he looks at Khadgar and is like yes. This is my apprentice.

And Medivh not only deals with him but enjoys his company. He genuinely loves and cares for Khadgar (no matter how you interpret their relationship that is true. He loves Khadgar)

How he’s described as waking up and being pleasantly surprised khadgar is still there whenever he sees him. (I just think that’s really adorable…and sad tbh. Medivh is so lonely)

Medivh cries several times in TLG and at least two of those instances are over saying goodbye to Khadgar.

AND UGH KHADGAR. Khadgar is so in love with him??

Khadgar who legit had this line in TLG ‘he smiled and the room felt warm and cozy again” like?? gay??

Khadgar was so worried when Med was in one of his mini coma’s that he would sit in his room by his beside and read the letters that came to Karazhan to him. (particularly the ones he thought medivh would find amusing) and when Medivh asked him about it…he just said he didn’t think he should be alone.

Khadgar literally gets jealous when Garona shows up and starts spending time with Medivh. He’s so viciously snippy towards her at first. And Medivh too until he gets scolded for it.

Also he straight up refers to the tower as “our tower” until Medivh corrects him..

At some point Khadgar spent like an entire paragraph poetically describing Medivh’s eyes. He legit looks at Aegwynn in a vision and knows it’s Medivh’s mother because they have the same eyes.

Khadgar was so devastated he fell to his knees and screamed when he found out Medivh was the one who opened the dark portal

Khadgar who compares disobeying him to being as painful as being stabbed with a dagger.

Khadgar who still refers to him as his Master 30+ years later and speaks fondly of him despite everything that happened.

Khadgar who fuckin…can barely enter Karazhan after all these years in game. Who keeps telling you to give him a moment to get himself together. And then refuses to go back with you when Karazhan is under siege from the Legion because..”I owe Medivh this. The good man he was, not the pawn of Sargeras he became.”

just OH GOd. The Harbinger’s cinematic. The expressions on Khadgar’s face when he sees Medivh. The voice acting both in the cinematic and in game when he says “…Medivh?” So tentative and hopeful?? im still not over it

ALSO look at these lines from TLG

“the image of the second shadow laid over the image of the beloved mage”

and

“It didn’t seem like him,” said Garona. “Perhaps it was an illusion, some magical fakery. It didn’t seem like him.”

“It was him,” said the apprentice, rising now. “I know the master’s voice. I know the master’s face. In all his moods and manners.”

What else..*rubs my dirty raventrust loving hands together*

I love how Medivh frets over Khadgar in TLG. Whenever he’s hurt “he’s at his side in an instant.” and is just consistently a mother hen. How almost every time he scolds him or corrects him he quickly reassures Khadgar afterwards when he sees that he’s embarrassed or hurt.

How he checks all of the wards in Karazhan just so Khadgar will feel safe.

How Medivh literally put his life in Khadgar’s hands “I need someone to Guard the Guardian.”

THE TRUST BETWEEN THESE TWO AHHh

Don’t even get me started on “YOUNG TRUST” like Medivh sees this weird little mage and he’s just like yes I will call you “Young Trust.” and hold you to your name. Yes good. Mhm.

How proud he is in Return to Karazhan. That whole speech still makes me emotional.

I love how even 30+ years after all this Medivh still calls him Young Trust. Like what a sap. That’s so fuckin cute. Khadgar is an old man now

How in an old questline Medivh fondly says “I couldn’t hope for a better apprentice.” …FUCKIN CUTE

BLizzard literally mashed their musical themes together and called it “Bonds of Fate.” and !!!!!! GAY. I LOVE IT. i love how there is that recurring theme of fate between them. Both in regards to each other and their lives in general.

Ahh there’s so much history between them and they;re both such beautiful tragic characters. These two broken characters who find each other only to have it all torn away (pls let them be happy blizz)

THIS SCENE IS ONE Of mY FAVS. Medivh frets over him after a fight with orcs. Like he places a hand over his forehead?? Wtf he just got beat up by some orcs why are you checking for a fever you dolt

also this post explains a lot of it beautifully. It’s not mine but god, does it explain these two beautifully.

Oohhhooooooooohooooooooo I love them.

Even in the novelization of the movie there are a few cute scenes between them . Also Khadgar’s descriptions of him are always super gay like damn son.

On a more shallow note. It doesn’t hurt that they’re both hot and are hot af together. (both game!verse and movie!verse. although im slightly bitter about them not giving us anything with them in the movie!verse)

oh boi this is a mess of a post im sorry. i swear i can speak more coherently than this.

there’s just so much!! and I can’t find words today. also im sure i’ve missed some shit.

just

MY BOYS

#asks #raventrust

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