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icarusredwings · 2 months ago

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I dont CARE that it's November 9th and "Halloweens over" ITS MY BIRTHDAY MONTH ILL POST IF I WANT TOO

Anyway.

Thinking about apocolpse au.

Wade getting bitten by a zombie, Logan freaking out, Wade dying, and him coming back (Again)

"Didn't you just die?? I literally fucking burried you!!"

And wades like:

"Of course. Man, God REALLY hates you dosn't he?"

And he's bassically the same person except just saying, "Rahhah har ran re" (translation: I think the devil doesn't want me either)

"What?? Oh for fucks sake... tell me you're kidding.."

"Rah?" 🤔

"Great so now you stink more and you can't talk. Fucking lovely."

"Mmmmh..." 🥺 (would you still love me if I was a zombie?)

"*sighs, blushes and grumbles how insane this is and how much of a bad idea this is* Fine! Come on...."

"Raah!!" 😄

And sometimes his limbs fall off because I think it would be funny if you just saw him stop, turn around, pick up his arm and shove it back into place like a dislocated shoulder. (Marvel Magic)

But its very obvious that Wade is still consious and so logan leads him around, puts a leash on him, ties him up when he goes to sleep the first few nights so wade dosn't eat him, sometimes luring him with a piece of his thigh or telling him he'll feed him soon to make him behave.

The only thing about this resource wise is that it seems Wade is a bottomless pit, not ever able to get enough. It's like all the nutrients just pass right through him, so he can't get fed meals daily, but Logan will share at least one bite of his food. It makes Wade so happy and way more "wade like" than zombie.

Logan has learned that the hungrier Wade gets the worse it would be, snapping at logan a few times.

"Grr-"

"Aye! That's enough outta ya"

"GggRah!"

"Hey!! I said no! Bad! Bad wade!"

"Mmmh??"

"Bad!!"

"Mmh....rahah.."

"I forgive you. But stop trying to bite me. I feed you, don't I? I hold your hand and tell you that I love you?"

Wade is actually extremely friendly for a zombie (duh) and still yaps at logan except its nonsense. Logan tries hard to understand him and talk back.

He holds his hand sometimes, even lays next to him only to scold him if he gets too bitey. This is hard because wade already had a biting issue and seeing as he practically ate anything or anybody now it was more difficult.

"...aahh-"

"Wade- No."

"Ggr.. raahh"

"Wade! No! Bad."

"Mmmh..."

"Ill feed you tomarrow. Don't bite me mkay? You wanna hurt me?"

He shakes his head like a dog shaking off from a bath, or that ate a bee.

"Then don't bite me."

"Mmh? Mrah?"

"No. No kisses right now. Im still not even sure if thats safe.."

"Mmmh...🥺 ahrrah?"

"No, not even a tiny one."

"Mm...😔"

Until Logan grunts and pecks his hand. "There. Happy?"

"🙂‍↕️mh"

"Good."

Honestly Logan felt bad, pitited him. No matter what food he ate it wasnt enough substance to sustain him and sometimes Logan would wake up to find him eating a different zombie that made the mistake of trying to eat Logan.

You ever wake up in the morning, lose your zombie boyfriend, call for him only to walk outside and see him knawing on some poor chaps arm like a happy puppy who found a chicken leg? Logan has. Many times. And he wishes his phone would charge so he could take a picture of it but unfortunately theres no electricity in the post apocalypse world.

This being said Logan is like- THE perfect guy for apocalypse au because he can smell everything and hear anyone before they even get to you, he has better wilderness survival skills then anyone I know and he'll never NOT have a weapon on him because of his claws. The only downside is that he's tired easily, needs a lot of food, and would lowkey be withdrawing from his tabccao and alchool, therefore very moody.

"Stupid fucking apocalypse having to happen when im fucking alive!! Why can't I just NOT live through ONE major historical event! Is that too fucking much to ask? One damn decade where everything is fine and dandy and- WADE! Get your ass away from that!! It's radioactive!! For fucks sake!"

"Rahahrah?"

"NO!! You can not become Spiderman! That's not how that works!"

"Aawr..😔"

The whole thing is they're on a quest to find Laura and Gabby, because when everything went to shit, they were on a cabin trip and now Logans brain is itching because he dosn't know where his babies are and its driving him insane. Once he finds them, they're gonna shack up somewhere with food and animals to hunt, and hes gonna make a little shed outside for Wade to sleep because he'll kill him if he bites one of the girls.

He dosnt care that much about himself really and he hates himself deep down for not being able to trust wade anymore but even wade dosnt trust wade, sometimes wandering off on purpose, staying about 30 feet away from him at all times, growling and giving Logan that glazed over look of unconsiousness. The only good thing about this, though, is after he removes himself from the idea of hurting Logan (because if logaj were to become infected - HA! Your all fucked. Utterly fucked. The whole humanoid species would go extinct because he'd kill anything that moved) he feels more trusting of him and it's not uncommon for them to hug after either. Afterall Wade- Some how???- is still wade and is very affectionate and sensitive when its not returned.

This whole thing also makes him think worse about himself, kicking reflective objects or staring at himself in a shop window in utter shock and disgust with a face of 'thats me..?' While logans raiding the place for supplies.

Did you know zombies can cry? Well, Wade could. Not a lot, only able to get a bit of liquid from dehydration, but sometimes Logan will catch him just... sitting there.. crying. Upset with himself for being bit. Upset with himself for trying to bite logan all the time. Upset at how ugly he is. Upset that he's starving all the time. Upset that he can't even talk to anyone, and Logan just has to guess what he's saying 90% of the time. Bro is literally

When they DO find Laura and Gabby, the girls are doing great. Laura was going to blow wades head off until Gabby ran in the shot, hugging him instantly, only to be ripped away.

"Of course my dad is the weirdo married to a zombie." Laura grunts, but is secrelty happy that wade is still 'alive'

Gabby, being as young as she is, thinks it's so SICK that her dad is a zombie now, giggling when he talks to her and holding his hand. She's not allowed near him for long, and not at all by herself, but Gabby bassically becomes Wades number one supporter, defending him when he messes up and snaps at laura.

"He's just hungry!! He's not bad! It's not bad to be hungry!" She'll say. "You wouldn't kill me if I was hungry.." she tells her bigger, more survival oriented sister whos suggested putting wade out of his misery, for his own sake. "I tried that... he found me again 3 days later." Logan tells her with a pang in his chest. It had taken everything in him to kill him the first time, and sobbed himself to sleep the next 2 days. By the third when he noticed Wade following him from a distance he couldn't believe it.

Not even the apocalypse could keep them away from each other..

#post apocalyptic #apocalypse au #laura kinney #gabby kinney #zombie boyfriend #its giving #lisa frankenstein #zombie au #deadpool and wolverine #poolverine #logan howlett #wade wilson #deadpool #wolverine #deadclaws #if youre wondering how he got bit it was puppins

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rakhalofthestars · 1 month ago

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Under His Bangs

Synopsis: Boothill finally lets you see what he's been hiding underneath his bangs.

Tags: Boothill x gn reader, established relationship, Boothill's backstory, fluff, light angst, hurt/comfort, soft Boothill <3 a/n: This fic is based off my headcanon on what I like to think is underneath his bangs :3

Warnings: Self depreciation and talks of appearance, Boothill might also be a bit ooc here :(

wc: 1 733

Many parts of Boothill’s appearance are striking, causing him to easily stand out in a crowd. Poor guy. Blending in was never his strong suit and his metal body makes it even more difficult. There just aren’t many cyborgs who looked the way he did.

It’s not like Boothill ever tried to blend in much. Everything from his whole cowboy get-up to his boisterous personality screamed that he was someone who you wouldn’t want to forget about anytime soon. Not to mention the bounty on his head that had risen to the billions recently.

“Whatcha lookin’ at me like that for, darlin’? I ain’t even responsible for half the things these people be accusin’ me for! I mean, just look at me, ain’t I just the picture of a saint?” Boothill protested one time when you had shoved his wanted poster in his face. On the poster was a (admittedly good) photo of him with his signature shit-eating grin along with the sum of a whopping one billion credits stamped underneath.

You had sighed back then, knowing you can’t argue with him and in all honesty, you doubt he was actually responsible for the wares disappearing from a shop at Pier Point shopping street. Maybe the poor employee was really just trying to get out of listening to Karen complain their ear off. Considering the amount of trouble he’s caused at Pier Point for the IPC, it’s no surprise that Boothill made a long lasting impression on everyone there.

That’s the thing about Boothill. Every part of him always left an impression. Whether the impression was good or bad really depended on whether you were with the “shirt bags at the IPC” as he liked to call it.

Even though you had been traveling with the Galaxy Ranger for quite some time now, there was one aspect of his appearance that was constantly on your mind. His bangs. They were so mysterious and styled in such a way as well.

Why were his bangs the only part of his hair that was fully black? Why did they cover his right eye? Was it a stylistic choice to cover his right eye and look like an emo? Or was there some other, more bigger reason behind covering part of his face like that?

The flurry of questions always swirled about in your head whenever you were with him. It almost made you dizzy at times. However, since you knew about all that the man had been through prior to becoming a cyborg, you kept quiet and never tried to pry. It didn’t go unnoticed by Boothill though, the curiosity that was always brimming in your eyes when they flicked momentarily to his bangs. He really did want to explain what was underneath. The problem was that he just wasn’t sure whether he was ready to open this specific can of worms.

But when something is meant to happen, the opportunity for it will naturally present itself.

You and Boothill were lying on the motel bed, simply basking in one another’s presence. It was one of those quiet nights where all you wanted to do was to just forget about your worries and relax.

Lying on the soft mattress with Boothill’s body acting as a sort of weighted blanket whilst his face was nuzzled in the crook of your neck, you really don't want to ruin this slice of paradise by asking about his bangs. Nor does he want to ruin that lazy little smile on your lips by revealing this particular skeleton in his closet.

Your hands roam about and glide over him mindlessly until your fingers are suddenly tangling themselves in his hair. You massage his scalp gently before bringing his face out of its little hiding spot in your neck. An uncharacteristic and borderline pathetic little whine sounds from Boothill’s lips but it’s forgotten as the crosshair in Boothill’s eye locks onto you, the tiny target in the middle forming into the shape of a heart because each and every time you caress his face, he swears he’s falling in love even more than he thought was possible. He has the most adorable little smile on his face but it falters when your hand strays just a bit too far, almost brushing his bangs away from his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to”, you apologize immediately and retract your hand, knowing that the fact that Boothill even allows you to touch him and his hair so freely is something that not many get and you’d hate to overstep his boundaries.

“...Naw, it’s fine. I ain’t mad, darlin’,” is Boothill’s reply as he brings your hand back to his face, already missing your touch. He places your hand right underneath his bangs and the look in his eyes tells you that it was no mistake on his part for the placement.

“Can I…?”

The man hesitates, something that you’ve rarely ever seen him do. He’s always so sure of himself, so confident with each and every single move of his. What could possibly make him hesitate?

“Yeah, go ahead”, Boothill finally says.

Despite the bit of excitement that’s bubbling within you, you don’t rush to see what’s underneath. You take your time, simply feeling the soft skin and watching how your partner looks on with anxiety but also affection. He wants to know- no. He needs to know how you’ll react. Even if it might hurt him. You’ve done so much for him. You’ve loved him, taken care of him, listened to him without any judgment and have been with him through the highs and lows of this chapter of his life as he navigates through depression, anxiety and this new robot body of his. You deserved to know.

With love and care etched into your movements, you slowly brush aside the black locks of hair that covered part of Boothill’s face.

Under his bangs, was a big, dark burn mark that marred the area his hair normally covered along with a deep scar that ran vertically down his right eye, causing it to be shut tight.

Silence permeated throughout the room as you drank in the sight and Boothill stared back anxiously, waiting for you to say something.

“Oh…”, you finally breathe out and the Galaxy Ranger winces.

His breath hitches and his left eye widens in disbelief. Beautiful? Was there something wrong with your eyes? He was tempted to ask but falls silent when you trace the darker flesh with reverent touches and bring his face closer to press the lightest kiss on top of his right eye.

“It’s hideous, ain’t it?”

“You’re so beautiful, Boothill.”

“You’re so very beautiful.”

“Well fudge…ya can’t just say that, sugar. Gon’ make a man cry”, Boothill mumbles, his gravelly voice cracking so subtly you could’ve thought that you imagined it. He had never exposed himself like this to anyone. He could count on one hand the amount of times he felt as vulnerable as he did now.

“Why can’t I say it? You’re the handsomest man that I’ve ever seen. If you want to cry then go ahead, there’s nothing wrong with crying. But believe me when I say you’re gorgeous.”

“How could you ever find a bag o’ bolts like me beautiful?”

“These scars on your face…they tell stories of who you are and what you’ve gone through. I won’t force you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable but you don’t have to hide them. Not around me at least,” you whisper against his skin. Hidden in your words was an underlying plea that was only for him to hear.

“Because you are. If I could, I’d let you see yourself through my eyes just so you could realize what a sight you are.”

With every word that passes your lips, you press soft kisses across his face, paying extra attention to the right side that he deemed “ugly”. It was as if your kisses were paint and his face was your canvas as he allows you to paint your love onto him.

Please let me take your pain and shoulder it with you. Please let me shower you with the love that was robbed from you. Please don’t push me away.

A shuddering gasp escapes Boothill, the first sound that he’s made now in a while. He needs time and that’s what you give. You fill the silence with fond caresses and gentle kisses until the man finally manages to speak.

“Mah face wasn’t always like this, y’know. It was…on that night. When them cannons were falling down from the IPC…”, his voice cracks and he trails off. You wanted to know more but stayed silent, letting him take things at his own pace.

“I was runnin’ home, praying to every Aeon that I could think of at the time that everything would be all fine and dandy…Wasn’t really lookin’ where I was runnin’ and neither was I thinkin’ much about dodgin’ the bombs. A bit o’ burnin’ shrapnel fell on this side of mah face here and well…y’can see for yerself what happened.”

“When I went to that tech doc to get this here body of mine, I asked her to not do anythin’ to these scars. Maybe it’s stupid since I can’t stand to look at ‘em, but I just didn’t want to do away with ‘em. I wanted to keep ‘em, as a reminder of that night and what it is that I fight for. Not like I need much remindin’ but heh…y’know…”

Boothill lets out a small, bitter chuckle before burying his face back in the crook of your neck. He had long lost the ability to cry but he swore that if he continued to talk, he’d end up breaking down in front of you and that was something he wished to avoid.

All you can do now is to comfort him because the fact that he’s told you all of this means that yes, he will allow you to shoulder his pain with him. Yes, he’ll allow you to shower him with the love that he was robbed of. No, he won’t push you away. So continue with what you’ve been doing all this time. Continue to assure him of his beauty and his worth. Continue to love him because Lan knows how long he’s gone without it.

#honkai star rail #hsr boothill #boothill #boothill fanfic #boothill x reader #boothill x you #x reader #gender neutral reader #hsr x reader #i like my men lovesick and pathetic if you couldnt already tell #hsr fanfic

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hobiebrownismygod · 1 year ago

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IMAGINE Having miles suprise you by crawling into your room invisible since you guys are long distance- aka live in other dimensions ugh I need to touch some grass

Bonus points if you have strict parents so he cuddles you invisible

Wait this is actually so cute I'm obsessed 😭 I want him so badly istg he seems like he'd be the perfect boyfriend

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It'd been approximately 4 weeks, 6 days, 7 hours and 57- no, 58 minutes since you'd last seen your boyfriend, Miles Morales. Not that you were counting or anything.

You missed him.

Having an S/O that lived in another dimension definitely had its consequences, with the two of you almost never getting to see each other. Even though you had watches and could travel to each other's homes whenever you wanted, the responsibility of being Spider-man came first, and because of that it made it difficult for the two of you to really make time to see each other.

Then of course, the two of you were also teenagers, forced to attend school and keep up good grades while also shouldering the weight of being literal superheroes. That kind of stuff took a toll on a person. In fact, this particular week had been hard, to the point where you just wanted to curl up in your bed and stare at the pictures of him you had on your phone, silently praying for a chance to see him again.

But you were busy. You had midterms. You had your extracurriculars. You didn't have time.

This particular evening, you'd just arrived home from a late after-school extracurricular and taken a shower, having sat down to start working on your homework for the night when you heard a quiet scratch of the window. You looked back over at the open curtains, seeing nothing. Weird.

But your spider-sense wasn't going off, which meant it was probably nothing. You shrugged to yourself before looking back down at your notes, clutching your forehead in frustration as you tried to grasp the concepts on the sheet of paper.

And then, you watched as a small, bright yellow sunflower drifted down from above you, falling perfectly in your lap. It took a second for you to process the sight before you looked back up, a wide smile spreading across your face. "Hey, sunshine."

"Miles!" You exclaimed as you watched him appear on the ceiling above you, invisibility wearing off. He jumped down, and you immediately jumped up and pulled him into a big hug, leaving the sunflower lying daintily on the floor. "Woah" he let out a soft gasp at how tightly you squeezed him. "I-I can't breathe-" he squeaked out, struggling in your unrelenting grasp.

"I missed you so much." you whispered under your breath, practically burying your face into the soft fabric covering his chest. "Missed you too." he replied softly, arms wrapping around your was it in response to your tight, but welcomed embrace. "You okay? You look tired."

"I'm great." You said, taking a slight step back, looking him up and down with a stupid grin on your face. "I haven't seen you in a while-you look great!" You cringed at your own words, realizing how awkward you seemed.

He chuckled under his breath, lightly smiling back at you, that golden retriever look of his plastered across his face. "You look beautiful as always." He sounded fairly awkward himself, but he was handling it better than you. He pulled you in a little slightly, gently pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead.

Suddenly, both your senses went off. Miles disappeared with a pop, right as your mom entered the room. "Were you talking to someone?" She asked confusedly, looking around. You stood in the middle of the room, hands pinned down to your sides. "No." You lied, giving her a fake smile. "Just studying."

She raised an eyebrow at you before slowly and cautiously closing the door behind her as she left. You let out a sigh of relief, right before you felt your arm being pulled back. Still invisible, Miles pulled you down onto the bed, arms wrapped around your waist as he hugged you.

It was a strange sensation.

"This is so trippy..." you said under your breath. "Huh?" He asked confusedly.

"Nothing." you quickly replied, burying your face in his invisible neck, enjoying the feeling of his warmth spreading around you. "It's a little weird, but this is the easiest way for me to stay here without getting you caught." He laughed, pecking your cheek before leaning in to give you a real kiss, for the first time in a month. You returned it. "Weird is one word for it. But it doesn't matter." you said, shaking it off before snuggling into him.

"I'm just glad you're here."

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Taglist: @therealloopylupin2099 @daydreaming-en-pointe @l0starl @niqetine @gwennesy @itsparis-07 @vileviale @puff-hugs @d0ubl-tr0ubl3

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begrudging-fudanshi · 19 days ago

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Do you think Sakura will go back to the old town in certain arc ?

Assuming you mean wherever his guardians live(d), I hope not tbh. Wind Breaker is a very local story for its genre—as far as I can tell, everything important happens within walking distance of Furin—so I kinda prefer it to stay in Makochi as much as possible. (I have a thing I'm writing about this that I'll post at some point.) Based on what we know, I also don't really see what Sakura has to gain from going back.

If anything happens in this vein, I would actually prefer for Sakura's past to catch up with him in Makochi. Having some old enemy appear and threaten him would be a great way to show how far he's come, as well as to catalyze his progress towards seeing worth in himself.

I started sketching an example of how I might like that kind of arc to go and it kinda turned out a lot longer than I expected, so here's... uh... actually, I don't entirely know what this is. It's like a short fanfic mashed up with the meta I'd write about these moments if they were canon. Speculative meta? Metafic? Just a weird fanfic? idk 🤷‍♂️

Anyway, not saying this will/should be canon or anything, but it feels like it gets the gist of what I'd look for in this kind of arc.

(CW: abusive parents. Sakura's dad is the villain here.)

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When Sakura was young, his dad was a petty criminal, street thug, and an all-around horrible father. When Sakura was 7 or 8, the man was arrested and sentenced to prison. Sakura's mom wasn't in the picture, so Sakura had to go live with relatives (leading to the scenario I've described previously), and afterward he hardly ever saw his dad—their only contact was when the man came to demand money from his relatives for this or that. As far as Sakura was concerned, once he moved to Makochi, his father was out of his life for good.

One day, however, Sakura's dad appears in Makochi, searching for him. He's somehow learned that Sakura has become a strong fighter in a town full of violent gangs, so he's decided that he's going to take advantage of Sakura to build a nice life for himself on the back of his son's hard work. Thus, he comes to Makochi expecting to walk all over Sakura and get whatever he wants.

When Sakura first sees his dad on Tonpu Market Street, he freezes, caught off guard by painful memories that he's desperately tried to forget. Even though he's come a long way, it's difficult to fully let go of the past.

Suo and Nirei are with him and can tell that he's terrified. Sakura mutters to them that this is his father, but he doesn't sound remotely happy to see him. The man tells them to go away, but they stand their ground, refusing to leave Sakura alone. This pisses the man off, so he attacks, intending to teach them a lesson.

Sakura's dad is caught off guard by Suo and even Nirei's strength, but the same goes in reverse as he decides to go all out. As Sakura sees his friends struggling, he jumps into the fight, punching his dad in the face (big symbolic moment!). The trio just barely manage to hold their ground until other Bofurin members start to show up. As their backup arrives, the man finally retreats, but before he goes, he declares that he's going to get revenge. He says that Sakura has forgotten his place and he's going to remind him what his life is really supposed to be like—he'll take away everything Sakura has and show him just what he really deserves.

What follows is a campaign of revenge, carefully calculated to destroy Sakura's life and take everything he has. (A campaign that I'm not going to detail right now, because my ideas for it are depressing and beside the point.)

Let's skip ahead a bit...

Somehow all of the threats are resolved, leaving only the matter of fighting Sakura's dad and kicking his ass hard enough that he'll give up.

Just before the big, climactic fight, Sakura gets ready to face his father one-on-one, trying to stay calm and steady himself. He's caught off guard when his friends jump in front of him and tell him to let them handle the fight.

"Get out of the way!" Sakura yells at them, his voice breaking. "He's... he's my dad. This is my fight. I have to deal with this." The most important word is the one he doesn't even think to say out loud: he has to deal with this alone.

Even with so many people around him showing him that he's loved, Sakura still ultimately believes that he's all by himself. Even though he's tried to rely on his friends to prove that he trusts them, in moments like this when he feels most vulnerable, his default instinct is still to shoulder the burden alone.

His friends can all see this clearly. More importantly, they can see that this is a battle that Sakura shouldn't have to fight on his own—or at all. He deserves to have someone stick up for him, just like he's stuck up for so many others. But they know he doesn't want to hear that, so they tell him off, instead.

"Your fight? To hell with that. We all owe this guy some payback for what he's done."

"C'mon, Sakura, let us have some glory for once. It makes us feel bad when you keep hogging all the action."

"We already know how strong you are—let us show you how much stronger we've gotten, too!"

"Plus, the way this guy treats you makes us really want to kick his ass. Don't tell us you're gonna rob us of that satisfaction."

Sakura sputters in confusion, not sure how to respond. His deepest reflexes are telling him to stop them before it's too late, because this is how he's always believed he would finally lose everything. If he can't fight, if he can't prove his worth through his strength, then what is he worth at all?

This leads to a cool symbolic moment: Sakura is standing there, watching all his friends walk away from him while making it clear they expect him to stay behind. In other words, he's seeing the scene that's haunted him for so long finally playing out in real life. How many times has he pictured this and felt sick with terror and dread?

In his heart, he always knew this day would come. The day when his friends finally saw through him—finally realized who he really was and what he was really worth—and unanimously turned their backs. That would be the day he finally woke up from this dream and found himself back in his old, real life. The life he was always meant to live. Hated by all others, worth nothing but his fists, and totally, utterly alone.

Except, in reality, this scene isn't anything like he imagined it at all. His friends aren't turning their backs on him because they're abandoning him. Instead, they've turned to fight for him, to protect him, just as he's fought and protected them. Not only that, they're doing it willingly—eagerly, even—with smiles on their faces. There's no hint of condemnation, no suggestion that they're doing this because they think he's weak. They just want to help him, in spite of his belief this is his battle to fight alone.

In chapter 138, Sakura says something very telling to himself: "If I lose now, then they—then I'll lose the place where they belong, the one place that they cherish and love. I don't want that. [...] I need to win and protect them. That's all that matters." He draws these lines so clearly between himself and his friends, placing himself on the outside looking in. Now, however, that moment comes full circle with the roles reversed, making the truth so clear that he can't deny it.

As his friends stride forward, Sakura suddenly realizes, in a way that he can't yet put to words, where he really is: He's not on the outside looking in at his friends in the place that they love. Instead, as they spread out before him to form a defensive line, he is standing firmly in that very place that they all want to protect. If they're defending him like this, then they're saying that he belongs in this place, too—and if that's the case, then he, too, is someone they cherish and love.

This realization cuts deep—even deeper than words, cutting into feelings that he's held for so long that he's never even thought to try to name them. It cuts deep enough to finally undermine and start to shake his most fundamental belief. He can no longer deny that his friends accept him and love him for more than just his ability to fight. Why else would they be lining up to fight for him like this?

More than that, he can no longer deny that what they see in him must somehow be real. Until now, he's always unconsciously dismissed his friends' most meaningful praise and kindness as simply wrong. Even if they thought they meant it, he just didn't see how it could be true. When Umemiya smiled at him and called him amazing (chapter 162), Sakura had felt like Umemiya was looking at a completely different person, like he'd made some mistake and confused him with somebody else. He could believe that Umemiya meant it, but not that it truly applied to him. In the same way, he viewed all their kindness and love with that deep distrust. But here, he can't bring himself to doubt all his friends at once. They're all too determined for this to be some kind of mistake or mass delusion.

In the end, Sakura's friends work together to stop his dad, thoroughly kick his ass, and send him packing. As usual for this series, that's enough to stop the threat for good.

Afterward, Sakura probably cries and undergoes a fundamental change in how he sees himself and his place in the world. It's not like all his past trauma is magically fixed or his low self-esteem instantly gets better overnight, but he's made a big step towards seeing worth in himself.

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ratatouillewastakendammit · 2 years ago

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Pls write for shoto 😩😩😩

I gotchuuu (I wasn’t sure if this is asking for Shoto smut in particular but all I’ve written for Tumblr so far is smut so that’s what you’re getting. This was so rushed but I hope you enjoy!)

Pairing: Pro!Shoto Todoroki x reader

Summary: It's hard not to be jealous when your fiancé is loved by so many. Thankfully, he seems more than willing to prove that he's yours.

Warnings: smut, praise, language, the tiniest smidge of angst, also not proof read

Word Count: 1.8k

Jealously wasn't a word you would particularly use when describing yourself.

On the contrary, you were quite a laid-back individual, especially in light of the difficulties present whilst dating such a well-known hero.

While many saw it as a life of glamour and luxury, there were many hardships that came along with it, such as the multitude of fans that showered the pros with adoration and praise.

It was even worse when that pro was someone as strikingly handsome as Shoto Todoroki.

Beauty was effortless for him. With eyes that could melt hearts and jawline capable of grating cheese, it was no surprise to anyone that he was given the title of "Most Attractive Pro-Hero" two years in a row.

So while jealous wasn't exactly a very fitting adjective to characterized you as an individual, hot was definitely one that described Shoto, meaning that there was no shortage of fans sending their affectionate devotion in the direction of your partner.

You tried your best to stay off social media and ignore the masses of comments his pictures or videos warranted. At first, you were actually good at it, but as your relationship progressed, you realized how difficult it really was to turn a blind eye.

Self-consciousness was a nasty emotion. When mixed with a simmering coil of envy, it made for quite the unfavorable combination.

There were times when the duo honestly got the better of you, playing a cruel game of contrasting superiority with your own career and physical attractiveness as its pawns. You would often find yourself wondering why Shoto was still with you; he outranked you in so many arenas, making it increasingly difficult to ignore the praise he got when it came from people that might've been so much better than you.

And every so often, it would get to the point where curiosity overcame your usually unbothered persona, leading you down a rabbit hole of digital exploration that was most definitely not beneficial to your mental health.

So when your fiancé came through the door, he was met with your form sprawled on the couch, scrolling tirelessly on your phone.

"I'm back." He walked over, bending down to place a kiss on the top of your head. However, the displeasure evident in your face caused him to blink back in surprise. "Are you alright?"

"Hm?" You looked up, conjuring a hollow smile. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine."

Heterochromic eyes bore into yours as he leaned forward, forcing you back into the chair with the intensity of his stare.

"Uh... What are you doing?"

After standing up again, he gave your expression one more scan before folding his arms. "You're lying."

Although he had displayed a blatant lack of emotional awareness during high school, Shoto was peculiarly talented in reading you, a fact you found endearing and a bit problematic at the same time.

"I'm not lying." You sputtered, averting your line of sight from his.

"You're doing that face you make when you're upset."

"I don't make a face when I'm upset!"

Shoto's gaze trailed downward to the device clenched in your hand. With astounding speed, he effectively snatched it from you, allowing him to examine what was making his significant other so perturbed.

You made a lunge for the phone, but he was quicker, not to mention taller as well. He held it above his head for a few moments, far out of your reach as you grumbled in vexation. "Give it back!"

"One second, I'm not finished reading." He effortlessly pushed your feeble attempts back with an arm.

Taking a few more moments, he finally relinquished custody of the item. He offered you an inquisitive head tilt as he handed it back, almost like an animal who had yet to comprehend what command their owner had issued.

"You're mad about my PR Instagram page?" You watched as the gears in his head started to turn, train of thought trailing back to the actual part of the account you had been scrutinizing. "Are you jealous?"

Yes.

"What? No!" You waved his suspicions off, tossing the phone back on the couch before resuming your own position as well. "Like I said, I'm fine. Probably just tired from work today."

And while he might've once been insufficient in the realm of interpersonal talents, he was in no way, shape, or form dumb, especially not when it came to you.

Shoto knew perfectly well that his assumptions were correct and, in all honesty, found them to be quite endearing, despite your obvious vexation.

So when you caught wind of the tiny chuckle coming from his direction, your eyes shot up to meet his, narrowing. "Would you care to enlighten me as to what's so funny?"

For someone who wasn't the most skillful in expressing his emotions, the amusement was evident in his demeanor.

"Nothing." He offered you a gentle smile. "You're just cute."

You cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"I said you're cute." He repeated, a little louder this time.

"No, I heard what you said. I just don't know why you think me being jealous is cute." Letting out an embarrassed huff, you fell back into the sofa.

"Because it is." He placed an arm and leg on the inside of the couch, situating his own body so then it hovered directly over yours. "I think it's cute how blind you can be, that you might actually believe I would want someone else when I have you."

One of his hands traveled under the cloth of your shirt, ghosting over the skin of your stomach.

You shivered under the chill of his touch as it trailed upward, finding your chest and beginning to gently knead the flesh. "Sho..."

He placed a kiss on your lips, catching the soft gasp he drew from rolling your hardened nipple beneath his fingers.

Envy and indignation soon began to fizzle away under the pleasure his contact provided. It flooded across your mind, sweeping the negative emotions in its wake to leave pure desire behind.

Continuing to pepper his mouth against your neck, he took notice of the way you unknowingly began to shift your hips upward in search of his.

The hand that had been palming your breast moved to tug your shorts downward. It snuck beneath your underwear, pulling it away as well so he could effectively apply pressure to your clit.

A quiet moan broke from your throat at the feeling and he hummed in satisfaction. "I think it's cute that you can make such pretty sounds and still think I might want to hear them coming from someone else."

Shoto's thumb kept a constant stroke on the sensitive nub as pushed a finger into you. Your body melted into the increasing euphoria, thighs clenching around his hand as he used the other to undo the string of his own sweatpants.

Soon, he added another finger, pumping in and out of your slit that quickly had you dangerously close to the brink of ecstasy.

You were cruelly yanked back from the blissful seconds later when he pulled away completely. The loss had you whining in dissatisfaction until you looked up.

As previously stated, you were a firm believer that Shoto Todoroki was one of the most attractive individuals that had graced your line of sight.

However, without clothes, he was breathtaking.

Scars were scattered up his arms and torso. There had been a time when he had tried covering them up in front of you, uneasy about the imperfections painted upon his skin.

You, however, had thought they were pretty and had told him as such. Each mark was a physical reminder of the lives he had guarded, a symbol of some child who got to see their parents one more time, or maybe a killer who was behind bars now because of his heroic duties.

Shoto had stopped trying to hide them after that.

And maybe, if you weren't so concerned about your own personal shortcomings, you might've been able to see that you were the reason why.

As he looked down at you from above, bi-color hair perfectly framed every angle of his face, accentuating every detail that you had grown to adore.

Irises, while differently shaded, burned bright with desire and adoration.

And it was all for you.

Positioning himself in front of you, he teased his tip at your clit before slowly entering. "And I think it's just so cute that you actually think I would ever want to fuck anyone else when I have you, waiting for me to come home and sink my cock into."

And he did, thrusting his hips into yours in a way that had every nerve in your body on fire. Your previous turmoil had washed away, overpowered by the sweet bliss that Shoto provided with every movement.

"So, yeah, you're pretty fucking adorable if I'm being honest."

The sound of his voice and the praise lacing his callous words had you melting, a moaning puddle overflowing with need. Hot tears were brimming at the corner of your eyes, a mixture of pleasure and the bitter feeling of an unmet release.

Already close, every thrust tightened the coiled simmering in your stomach. With his thumb still trained on your clit, you could feel the subtle warmth that he had sparked blaze to life in your abdomen.

One final kiss to your cervix pulled you over with a snap, your walls offering one final convulsion that had him reaching his high as well.

The both of you took a moment, allowing the air to reenter your lungs. Your heart was still jumping in your chest, overworked but completely full.

Then he gently pulled out, pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm yours, just as much as you're mine. Do you understand?"

Mind still foggy, you were at least able to understand what he was asking of you. You offered a weary nod in breathless acceptance.

"Good girl." Shoto wiped a tear from your cheek, offering you a loving smile. "So, what do you want to do for dinner?"

Shoto's Instagram comments had been left untouched by you since then.

With every bit you held for him, he easily met the admiration tenfold, even if you failed to see it sometimes.

It didn't matter; he would always be there to remind you, in whichever way he deemed fitting.

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sopiloveshobi · 4 months ago

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Penthouse

54 days left till sunshine is back. That called for celebration. Here is a 5k words one shot that I wrote based on my dream. Haven't spelled checked it. Incredible fluff, domesticated Hoseok.

You were excited and really couldn’t fall asleep that night. Because tomorrow early in the morning your still new and fresh husband is going to be released from the military and your life together is finally about to start.

You knew each other for a while, dated for a bit but it wasn’t really anything official or intense. You were definitely very much excited about the prospect of seeing Jung Hoseok, him and only him. But before things progressed anywhere near you two being in an established relationship he had to enlist. It was planned and part of the future for the other members and that wasn’t a negotiable.

How did you end up married then before actually dating? He really wanted to see you, he tried really hard to progress the relationship but it was so difficult and he wouldn’t be able to use all of his holidays the way he wanted. He called you a few times, texted a lot and send you pictures every week. It was going on for months. And when he finally managed to see you in person he just sat you down and went into it straight without thinking too much about it and said ‘I know we haven’t been official, i know we haven't done a lot of the things that people do when they date. But once i get out of here there might not be another better time to do this’. He knew the media wouldn’t let him in peace and someone would of leaked the fact that he got married. ‘You mean a lot to me, and i always dated with the idea of dating to marry. So lets just do it. You can move into my flat and make it homey before i actually leave here. I know its a crazy idea but.. just think about it!’. His idea was indeed crazy. So according to him he you were already dating and he just wanted to ensure that your life will be easier, with him as an idol constantly in the spotlight. This was the only way to keep you as a secret whilst having you around and taking things slowly as you both please. Jung Hoseok was the most interesting and loyal person you met. He was so good to you, he treated you with upmost respect from the day you started hanging on more of a personal level. He was really handsome, really sharp features on his face, pointy noise, gorgeous eyes always locked on you and the most gorgeous smile you have ever seen in your entire life. And he was interested in you. HA! He wanted to marry you in secret during his military service and have you move into your future house. You must have been crazy to say yes right?

‘Yes!’ You said after a few minutes of silence and your not really proper consideration.

BTS’s J-Hope Acquires Luxurious $8.6 Million Penthouse in Cash - the next thing you see are this headlines in the news.

‘He did what?’ You think to yourself. ‘He lost his mind!’ As you read another article about how he purchased this very luxurious place. And you couldn’t help but think, that you will indeed be living in that place in few weeks.

He wore his full dress uniform, you wore a very plain but beautiful beige dress, that definitely looked like a wedding dress. It was the right length but without the awkward whiteness you didn't like. It was very official, there was nobody around but him, you and the official in the cities office. The poor man was made to sign an NDA and so were you. And you hesitated, but you did hire a lawyer before it was drafted. So you knew exactly what were you getting yourself into. All of those details took away any romantic atmosphere. Everything but the way he was looking at you. He really wanted this and you couldn’t help but get butterflies every time he looked at you this way.

There was no kiss, no party. You did however share rings and had a cake in a tiny cafe around the corner from the office.

‘I can’t believe we have done this’ you said still in shock, giggling and sipping your coffee through a straw.

‘I promise i make it worth it’ he said lovingly, slightly brushing his hand over yours. The very first sight of his affection that day.

Two weeks later all of your luggage arrived at the exact same luxurious penthouse that Hoseok bought for 8.6 million USD. ‘This is ridiculous’ you said to yourself looking for furniture online. He left you his card, he didn’t expect you to furnish the place especially because it was ridiculously big and as much as you declined his offers to combine your finances you couldn’t afford buying anything for this kind of place. Knowing he will be going live from home, taking so many selfies for his socials. The place needed to be cool. You really like the main room with the huge windows with a view out for skyscrapers in Seoul. You knew exactly what kind of sofa would look good there so you went straight to the search.

But tomorrow. Tomorrow morning is the day he will finally come home. You still had no idea what to expect. He called you regularly, once a week and texted at least once a day after you got married. He often told you what he ate that day and did mention few times that he misses you. But there was still so much ahead of you. You were so excited you really couldn’t sleep, so you ended laying on the sofa you ordered few months ago and lay and look at the huge windows and enjoy the sunrise. But because you haven’t slept, your eyes were getting heavier and heavier from minute to minutes. You knew you could sleep for hours, because you were sure there will be events planned for Hobis discharge, v live at the company, drinks with the members. You will be lucky to see him today. But you were still so so excited. And you gave up to your eyes and finally fell asleep. Covered only half way with a fluffy blanket, with your phone on the floor. It buzzed few times but you were really gone for good.

Card beeped and the door unlocked. Heavy boots slowly tapping on the wooden floor. Red baseball cap on his head, full uniform, huge backpack that he left by the door. He went into all of the rooms partially admiring the furniture he saw from the pictures you have sent him. But he was definitely looking for you. And then, he finally found you on the fluffy sofa in front of the gorgeous view. Sound asleep.

He couldn’t help but smile. He slowly made his way to the sofa, covered you more with the blanket and sat by you legs. Admired you for a minute, with a wide smile on his face. He couldn’t believe you waited. He leaned forward, sniffing the sweet scent you had about you, and slightly moved your hair to the side to place a warm kiss on your forehead.

You moved. Your legs slightly felt resistance and you opened your eyes. And there he was. Right above you, caught red handed with a huge smile on his face, still holding your hair to the side. You froze.

‘I’m finally home!’ he whispered and your mouth slightly opened. Your eyes got bigger as you realised how close he was.

‘Hoseok I didn’t expect you so early! What happened?!’ You managed to put together a sentence still in shock, as he hasn’t moved an inch. He didn’t respond, but widened his smile and started softly brushing your cheek with the back of his palm. ‘I thought you had an entire schedule for today! You need to let Armys know! The members need to see you too!’ You continued but he chuckled starting at you lovingly.

‘I needed to see my wife first. She always comes first, even before the members and armys’ he answered and grabbed your hand and closed in his two.

‘I’m hardly your wife Hobi. We still have so much to…’ he didn’t let you finish your sentence, as he pulled you to himself and kissed your lips very softly. You accepted the invitation, as much as in shock you were you were daydreaming of kissing him since the day you saw him in the office in his full dress uniform. Nah. Since the day he asked you to marry him, when be wouldn’t stop explaining his great idea. And he was finally home. Musky scent mixed with sandalwood of his perfume lingered around him, as the kiss progressed further and he was now exploring your throat with his tongue. As he kept pulling you closer to him, you ended up getting up slightly and crawling onto his lap, without breaking the kiss. He grabbed your ass and sat you closer as he aggressively attacked your lip and bit it so much it broke and started bleeding. You hissed but didn’t stop kissing him back and exploring his back with your hands.

When you finally broke the kiss, he sat back on the sofa and sighed loudly.

‘I was having dreams about this’ he admitted, softly touching your bleeding lip with the tip of his finger.

‘You did and forgot to inform your wife about it? I could have been more prepared’ you giggled, leaning forward a little bit more relaxed and placing a kiss on his cheek ‘Welcome home husband’ you pouted into his face and chuckled afterwards.

‘My wife sounded really innocent and cutesy over the phone, she was really shy and I didn’t expect her to sit on my lap the second i walk through the door’ he pointed out as he looked at you again and he froze. His eyes were glistening as he stared so deep into your eyes almost like he was staring into your soul. And he was smiling. It was the warmest smile you have seen. And it was now all yours.

‘So about the schedule..’ you muttered under your breathe not really knowing what will happen next. You were a little anxious as now he will be in your space a lot of more, or rather you in his. You knew you would have to be more careful now around media and leaving the place with caution.

‘I’m going to Hybe later. I need to do the vlive like Seokjin hyung did. And I know I didn’t discuss it with you yet but I have invited everyone here in the evening’ he looked a little bit nervous, but you didn't have any plans and the place was in a presentable state, so there was no objections for this to not happen.

‘Of course, that sounds like a great plan! I will stay at my friends tonight then..’ you smiled hearing the plans for today. You reached for your phone that was still on the floor instinctively but he stopped you grabbing your wrist and bringing you back to his face.

‘Why? You live here, we live here. There is absolutely no need for you to leave when the guys arrive. Besides they need to finally meet you’ he added holding both your hands in his. He was just so sweet and considerate and he was providing it to you over and over how serious he is about the two of you.

‘But I thought we, and I have to be kept a secret’ you hesitated.

‘Not from the members jagiya. I trust them with my life’ he chuckled at your words and patter your head lovingly.

‘I will follow your lead’ you smiled and fell on his chest. You weren’t sure were all this confidence came from but you really just felt at home for a second so you didn’t overthink it and just acted on it. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him.

‘I really did miss you. I was really excited for this. And… I am really grateful that you waited. I certainly don’t deserve to be waited on for this long, not even mentioning the marriage…’ he whispered into your ear, whilst slowly glowing through your hair as he kept you in his embrace.

‘You are special’ you answered into his chest loud enough for him to hear. His perfect fresh scent kept lingering around you as you were holding onto him. His heartbeat was crazy, but the longer you layd on his chest the calmer it became.

‘Right sunshine, I need to take a shower and change my undershirt before I head out again’ he slowly pulled you up and you swiftly moved away to make room for him and he got up from the sofa. ‘The place looks better than on face-time and the pictures you have sent me’ he added looking around with a little bit levelled head.

‘I kept space for the pieces I told you I wanted you to pick, but it doesn’t look too empty without them for now’ you eagerly added as you got up from the sofa and you grabbed your phone and slid it into your sweatpants pocket. He picked up his backpack and started unpacking few bits, clearly looking for something through the pouches inside.

‘Lost something?’ You giggled invested into his search.

‘Just shower gel and shampoo and..’ you stopped him and grabbed his wrist.

‘Put it down’ you instructed pointing at the backpack and he did. Then very intrigued looked where were you leading him. And you lead him through the dining room and a hallway to the master bedroom and then left to the bathroom. ‘Everything is ready here in your room and your bathroom’ you pointed at shelf in tiles, fresh towels ready to be used and a cloth for his skincare. He smiled widely and he felt really warm inside. You really did prepare it for him and waited for him. He felt so lucky. But then he realised and dwelled on your words. He also noticed the bed was spotless and clearly unused.

‘Thank you, this… this is perfect but hold on a minute. My room? My bathroom? Where do you think you are staying?’ He got a little bit nervous, because he didn’t want to pressure you and wanted you to be comfortable but at the same time he was really excited to explore all the unexplored with you.

‘I slept in the guest room for the past few months. Its your house Hoseok.. i cant just, put myself everywhere like…’ you didn’t finish because you saw his expression change to slightly less happy and more disappointed ‘Besides, i will still be around. We promised to take things slow and as they feel fit and natural. And up until before 5 minutes ago we never even kissed..’ you continued and became nervous. You weren’t rejecting him but it was only natural to not skip steps and get comfortable around each other. His expression changed again to more pouty.

‘I understand and thats okay. But i cant promise i wont wander into your room and bed to get some cuddle time’ he pouted and started walking towards you.

‘Thats fine’ you chuckled but you stopped him few steps before he reached you ‘besides its nice to get ready in my own bathroom. Which speaking of you need to shower and get ready. You cant be late the first day back because of me. I will already think im no good for you’ you added and slowly pushed him towards the main bathroom.

‘Aiiishhh fine. I will still have a minute when im done. But before that…’ he grabbed you and pulled you into the bathroom and stood in front of a huge mirror that was covering one of the entire walls. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and grabbed you from behind ‘Say kimchiiii’ he giggled as he pointed the camera to the mirror whilst holding you with his other arm. You grabbed his arm and smile wide looking straight at the camera. When he clicked the picture you let go and turned around.

‘What was that?! Dont you think this is a little bit dangerous? What if you post it by accident..’ you pouted at him at the same time trying to see if the picture came out nicely.

‘I wont have an accident like that, besides i still want to have all the first memories with you documented. We are married after all..’ he chuckled, left a quick kiss at your cheek and let you go. Your heart flustered. You loved it. Every minute of this and the way he was and the way his lips tasted. The way he grabbed you with his strong arms, how soft he was around you and how genuinely happy he seemed.

You were nervous. Of course you worked with several idols before, ha you were now married to one but it was still really stressing you out to meet the 6 men who were the entire world to your husband. You wanted them to like you, you wanted them to be impressed with you, you wanted them to be happy for Hoseok. But none of them even had been in a official relationship, not even mentioning marriage. You straightened your shirt and french tucked it into your jeans.

‘Please dont worry, you have nothing to stress about’ he whispered into your ear as he stood behind you in your room seeing you play with the shirt for a while. Somehow he felt it. Somehow he knew you were stressed and he came to comfort you.

You didn’t answer but you reached for his hand and you squeezed it. You quickly let go of it as the door bell rang. You took a deep breath and swiftly followed Hoseok to the door. Three tall men with buzz cuts stood In front of the door.

‘Taehyungie, Jiminaahhh, Jungkooksieee come in please’ Hobi the host. They bowed in front of him and moved towards the hallway were you were standing.

‘Hoseok hyung… there is a woman here’ Jungkook turned his face to Hobi and froze for a second.

‘Yes. There is. Now stop acting like you have never seen one’ Hoseok chuckled and kind of scolded him for making things ever so slightly more awkward.

‘Ah, really nice to meet you’ Taehyung bowed and shook your hand. He never questioned anything and just accepted things as they were.

Jimin followed and also introduced himself and followed Taehyung into the room. Jungkook still half frozen just took his shoes off.

‘But hyung! Who is this’ this man had zero filter on this night.

‘I will explain everything when everyone arrives, i dont want to repeat myself’ he pushed him slightly towards the room others already gathered. Hoseok moved towards you and brushed your hand with his and whispered ‘I promise it will be okay’ and he lead you towards the room, holding onto your shoulder. Before you reached the dinning room the door went again. You looked at Hobi worrying but he nodded and you went into the dinning area whilst he took the door. Luckily it was the other three so no more trips to the door anymore. As you reached the room you heard Jungkook hassling Jimin ‘But why would Hyung do something like this’ and as you walked in they both stopped. You smiled politely and started looking for glasses for the table. Occupied with that task Hoseok walked into the room with Namjoon, Seokjin and Yoongi.

‘Oh! Whos this?’ Seokjin also didnt stop himself from a free comment.

‘Right everyone, lets get it out of the way before we get all into gossips’ Hoseok started and grabbed you closer. ‘We got married, six months ago. I wanted to do it when we are almost all still enlisted because i knew it would be bad if we decided later’ he just spit it all. Jungkooks jaw dropped. Yoongi started laughing quietly but he was the first to congratulate you.

‘Its just unexpected Hoseok, but we are happy for you. We all knew you will be first in these things anyway’ Yoongi smiled at the both of you and pulled his hand out to shake Hobis hand.

‘Ya, thats crazy. Hoseok you could of told us before…’ Seokjin came to hug Hobi and smiled at you politely.

‘We didnt really date for that long, so please dont drill or ask her any silly things. It was the best decision in the perspective of time and PR’ Hobi continued as he saw Jungkook still completely freaked out.

‘Hoba, im really happy for you. Looks like double celebration today!’ Namjoon hugged your husband and sat back down. Jimin and Taehyung holding hands under the table giggled but both also clapped their hands in approval. It was just Jungkook.

‘Hyung… I dont understand. I really thought you would be honest with me when I asked you who you were texting every time I saw you. Its not like we couldn’t keep your secret!’ He was just a little bit hurt and Hoseok hyung had a special place in his heart ‘im happy for you Hyung’ he huffed out and sat back still shaking his head in disbelief.

‘He wanted to tell you but I asked him not too. You see i didn’t even think we were dating when he thought we were. We saw each other quite a lot but it wasn’t ever on any of crazy serious terms, I had no idea I was even able to stick around until today.. please dont be upset with him’ you decided to tell the boys the truth, because at the end of the day it wasn’t Hoseoks fault this was kept in secret. The boys nodded and some of the awkwardness went away because Jimin was rocking on his chair back and forth and eventually hell from it. Everyone started laughing but you panically ran to him and asked if he’s fine.

‘This happens all the time, please dont bother yourself with worry. He has some unexplained beef with chairs’ Namjoon pointed out whilst Seokjin was nearly brought to tears with laugh. The evening went uneventful after that, Hoseok brought some alcohol from the pantry, a stack of food was ordered and delivered and devoured within few hours. Everyone explained how jealous they are of Hobi being finally free and Jin was excited to have his partner in crime back. They reminisced old times, concerts and events they really missed and as the night went by you were more involved in the conversations that you ever expected. Everyone was really sweet and kind and as Hobi promised, there was nothing to worry about. You saw he was getting progressively more red on his face as he drunk and because of that progressively more quiet but it gave you the chance to get to know the other members a little more. You weren’t star struck anymore, because they were just so normal and down to earth.

You were taking your make up off in your bathroom in the opposite side of the apartment. It was a long day, very exciting day but also very tiring because of all the emotions that you had to go through. You felt a little bit dizzy, every time you were reminded that Hoseok is indeed currently cleaning up from the table. All the little noises coming from the room made you chuckle as be was drunk and swearing to himself and to the dishes he was trying to put away. You continued with your routine to the sounds of the dishes when then all of a sudden they stopped. Complete silence surrounded you. And then you saw his face poke at your bathrooms door.

‘Hey’ he said smiling widely and staring you in the eyes through the mirror that you were using.

‘Hey’ you answer and smiled back at him. He took another step into the bathroom.

‘I cant believe you’re here and I’m home and i dont ever have to go back there…’ he started, heading towards you. You put your cream down and turned around to face him. ‘You know I really care.. you know I was really looking to getting all the steps done with you..’ he was drunk and his words were slightly slurring but he was incredibly sweet. From that sweet face however it soon changed into a cheeky expression and you thought to yourself maybe… but then you remembered he was drunk and thats not how you wanted the both of you to remember.

‘Hoseok you're tipsy’ you muttered lovingly towards him, severely downplaying the state he was in.

‘Just a little bit. At least I won’t be as shy..’ so he is shy. So you do make him nervous. Your eyes widened for a second. You were definitely thinking of checking out what is under that uniform. Realistically you did half know. There is no escape from the online world and you came across some of the half shirtless or shirtless pictures of him. But they were from years before and you expect for him to look different. Hes older, hes been through a active military service. And took one step closer to you and you gulped out loud. He noticed and immediately froze.

‘Its okay, im sorry I..’ he grabbed the back of his head and brushed through his really short hair.

‘Its okay, how about we stay in your room today?’ You asked and leaned over and grab his hand. It was a sweet move, it wasn’t suggestive at all and all you planned to do is maybe make out for a bit and go to sleep cuddled to him.

‘I thought you didn’t want to.. you know?’ He got all flustered which was incredibly sweet especially as he was so drunk.

‘Lets take it easy’ you turned the lights off in the bathroom and lead him out of your bathroom and bedroom across the hallway and dinning room to the master bedroom ‘Cuddles only! But first, get ready for bed’ you pointed at his bathroom and he nodded and followed your order. You made yourself comfortable in bed, untucked the fresh sheets and slipped inside. It felt so nice to be finally in bed. You heard him drop few things but eventually he turned the light off and emerged from the room. He run to the other side of the bed skipping from excitement. He untucked his side of the sheets and slipped inside. Instantly turned around to you, moved closer to you so now both of your faces layed on the same pillow. And every time he was so close to you, you felt this electric tease when your eyes locked. Your stomach would flip. You were absolutely obsessed with him. And it was only day one of your new life. He moved himself even closer to you, and you didn’t decline. He wrapped his arms around you, slowly dragged your body closer to his.

‘Im finally home’ he whispered and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose. You twitched slightly under his touch and smiled. He softly moved to your lips and started kissing you. Your brain went numb, your stomach flipped again and the butterflies started. His lips were so much softer now, his tongue so tempting trying to break into your mouth. But you let him. You got closer to him, he wrapped himself even more around you and you get kissing and the passion started growing in between the two of you, until one of you broke the kiss and cooled the atmosphere off. He turned you around and his body stuck to you. And because he was still slightly drunk and tired after an entire day of chaos, he stuck his nose behind your ear and whispered 'Goodnight Jagiya' and he closed his eyes. Both of you fell asleep, tangled together for the very first time.

***

Its been a month, exactly a month since he came home. 17th of November. The air has gotten really cool, there was occasional snow but never really lasted for good. It was the evening and you were walking down the road, towards a near by park with your not so new anymore - husband. You weren’t holding hands, because it was already risky to be outside together like that but it was really, really late and it seemed like the perfect weather for a walk. You could never shut up. Both of you. You absolutely adored each other and everyday whether it was on the phone or in person, at home would debrief about your day and what have you been up to and sometimes even shared pictures of what interested you or when either of you something interesting to discuss with one another. Your relationship remained a secret and you were both really happy about it. There was only one rule. Every time when Hobi came home, he was obligated to keep his ring on. Because he couldn’t really wear it outside even for the walk, it was too risky. But at home, at both of your sanctuary it was a very important part of his routine of coming home.

‘I can’t believe it has already been a month since I got discharged’ Hobi said to you, slowly walking by your side.

‘I know! It has been so crazy, but I haven’t regretted anything. Every since we met, ever since we got married. Even the wait, it was all worth it’ you smiled at him and you focused your eyes on him. It was a really good time to confess but you were really nervous, so you just kept putting it off.

‘Thank you for waiting for me. And for the faith you put into our very early on relationship that I feel has bloomed into something really beautiful’ he couldn’t stop smiling and giggling. He was so relieved and happy and finally felt like home.

You decided you won’t confess this time around and the two of you wondered around the park for a little longer and finally made your way back home.

You still haven’t done the deed, but every time the both of you went to sleep next to each other, you both wondered to make a move. Today however, coming home from that walk some kind of heavy, humid steamy atmosphere built up in the lift. You had your back to one side of the wall and he stood and was staring at your through the lifts mirror. When it finally made it to your floor and the door made a very specific sound, both of you rushed out of it towards your apartments door. Both just occasionally checking on each other. And when the door finally slammed behind you and both of you were safe at home, it all turned into chaos. His lips on yours, your lips on his neck, his hands undoing your bra under layers of clothes, your hand tangled into his slightly longer now hair. Both of you grasping air in between the passionate kissing and then it just slipped. Just like that.

‘God, I love you so much’ you moaned into his face. Hoseok froze. He didn’t move, he stopped his hands were they were at the time, he opened his eyes and locked them with yours. Both of you still heavily breathing, just staring at each other.

‘Come here, let me show you how much I love you’ he smirked back at you and picked you up bridal style, continued to aggressively kiss your lips whilst he made his way to your homes master bedroom, he shut the door behind the both of you and whispered to you ‘We won’t be leaving here for a while’.

#bts #jung hoseok #bts jhope #ot7 #jhope #hobi #fanfic #fluff #domestic #hoseok x reader

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JM CORREA AND HOW NICELY THIS MAN IS BUILT

I CANNOT

FLUFF W HIM AND MAYBE STUDENT READER ON A RACE WEEKEND IN THE PADDOCK!!!

Racing Hearts and Scholarly Pursuits (Juan Manuel Correa X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (ILY AND I TRIED JMC I REALLY DID I WATCHED SO MANY PODCASTS AND SHIT SO I HOPE ITS NOT SHIT <3)

Warnings: Mentions of Spa 2019 crash/recovery, mentions of Ariel Castro and his crimes (Kidnapping, homicide, rape, child endangerment, disregard for human life, etc.) (I’m a criminal justice major so I did this essay based on an actual essay I did)

Pronouns: I/me

W.C. 1749

Summary: Master's student Y/n visits JM at one of the most important races of the year: Spa.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google/F2 2023 announcement)

Schooling has always been a main concern for me, and I made that clear in any relationship I was in. My friends knew that when I had assignments due, there was no going out, and I would be almost entirely focused on my work. When I met JM and eventually got into a relationship with him, I told him the same thing, and he was very supportive of it. He also made it clear that he would be traveling a lot because he was back on the Formula 2 grid, and I fully supported him.

Recently, my summer classes have been busy, but I knew I wanted to support JM in Belgium. I met him while he was in recovery in Miami, and he told me about his crash at Spa. It was still a difficult place to be, so I knew that I wanted to be there, regardless of my schooling.

Being on the F2 paddock was a shock. I hadn’t been there before, or to a race in general, but the people there were crazy. There were photographers, journalists, celebrities, and fans everywhere, and they were all pushing for any attention they could get. As soon as I got through the gate, they were at my throat, trying to ask questions about who I was, get pictures of me, and overall just pushing to get a reaction out of me.

I ducked into the first building I could find, and thankfully, it was the Van Amersfoort motorhome. I walked into the first room that was open, which happened to be someone’s driver’s room, so I could call JM. After a couple of rings, he picks up.

“Hey, are you at the gates?” He greets.

“Nope,’ I laugh, “I somehow made it to Van Amersfoort while running from the press. I’m in someone’s driver’s room, I think.”

“How far did you walk in the building before going into the room?” He asked, already heading out of the meeting room he was sitting in.

“I went straight and the door was open,” I explained, looking around the small room before laughing, “I actually like this room. This would be a good place to work on my essay.”

“Well, if you’re in the room I think you’re in, you can stay in there all you want,” he chuckled as he abruptly hung up the phone. Before I could complain or send him a not-so-kindly-worded message, he walked through the door. He immediately wrapped his arms around my shoulders as he pulled me into a tight embrace. “Ironically, you found my driver’s room.”

“No wonder I felt so comfortable in here,” I laughed as I wrapped my arms around his torso and leaned back just enough to place a small kiss on his jaw. “I missed you. How are you feeling today?”

“Overwhelmed,” he sighed, moving us over to sit on the couch. I moved to sit next to him, but he immediately pulled me into his lap. He dropped his arms to be around my waist as mine moved up to play with his hair, and he laid his head on my shoulder before continuing. “Everything is just so hectic. It feels like there are more interviews this week, the debrief could’ve gone better, and I just think everything is happening at the same time.”

“It’s okay to feel overwhelmed,” I started. “This is a big race for you. This is technically the first time you’re racing in an F2 car at this track since the accident. It’s okay to say that you need a break, too. Is it possible to talk to PR about the amount of interviews?”

“I can check, but I don’t think they’ll let me miss them,” JM sighed again, hiding his face in my neck. He took a few deep breaths, and I did not say anything, just letting him let calm down in his own way as I rubbed up and down his back. “What if I just hide in here for a while? Would they get mad?”

“Probably not mad, but wouldn’t this be the first place they check?” I chuckled at his question. “You can help me with my essay if you want, and if anyone says anything, I’ll say you were proofreading it.”

“Sounds good to me,” He smiled, placing a kiss on my cheek before loosening his arms, so I could grab my laptop from my bag. “What is your essay on anyway?”

“I could choose any case study to report on. I just need to relate it to topics from class. You know Ariel Castro?” I explained, turning to see recognition shine in his eyes as he nodded slowly. “So I’m doing it on his case. I wasn’t allowed to mention the sexual crimes, but I could talk about the kidnapping, homicide, child endangerment, and disregard for human life charges. I also can talk about how he tried to use the defense of consent in court.”

“I wish I understood what you are talking about,” he chuckled, looking over my shoulder at the document on the screen. “It’s already three pages. How long is this supposed to be?”

“First of all, it’s just an outline, so it’s only one page,” I pointed out as I showed him the title page and reference page. “Secondly, five to eight which is not too bad.”

“Not too bad? Five to eight? How do you find the words to talk about this stuff for five to eight pages? That seems like a lot.”

“It’s really not,” I laughed at his confusion. “All of my undergrad papers had to be three to five pages, so five to eight for a master’s level course is nothing. I just need more examples, analysis, and connections. A couple of my classes last semester had minimums of ten pages.” He sat in shock for a second before shaking his head in disbelief.

“Beauty and brains? How are you so talented?” He teased, “I don’t get how you do it.”

“Beauty and ballsy? How are you so talented?” I joked back, “I don’t get how you do it.”

“I was trying to compliment you, and you decided to make it weird,” He chuckled, moving to tickle my sides. We both broke out in laughs until there was a knock at the door. We took a minute to catch our breaths before JM responded, “Yeah?”

“You disappeared,” the person laughed as he entered the room, “Oh, you have a person on your lap, okay. My bad, but Leo and Mathieu want to go over the strategy for quali.”

“Like now or…?” JM asked, and the person answered with a nod. JM sighed before giving me a tight hug, “Alright, I guess that’s my cue.”

“Go do your job,” I scoffed, Pulling his arms from my waist and moving to stand up and put my laptop aside. “You can hide from the media another time.”

“That’s what you were doing?” The person laughed in disbelief. “That explains why Berthil was looking for you.”

“I just needed a break,” JM chuckled quietly to himself, “And I wasn’t hiding.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night,” I joked, reaching to grab his arm, pull him up, and push him toward the door. “Now, go to the meeting. I’ll just be in here probably and will meet you after.”

“Alright, alright I’m going! Also,” JM said just as he was about to leave the room, pulling the person back through the door, “Richard, this is Y/n, my significant other. Y/n/n, this is Richard, my teammate. Now you know each other. I love you! I’ll be back later.” With that, they left. All the while, Richard was laughing about them being late as they walked away from JM’s driver’s room.

The sprint and feature races went surprisingly well. Despite qualifying P14 JM was able to climb into the points for both races thanks to some well-timed pitstops and safety cars, ending in P6 in the sprint and P8 in the feature. Almost the entire grid planned to go out to dinner and then party at a nearby club after, but that was never our type of scene. Plus, we had a pos-race ritual per se.

“I cannot believe you've done this,” I gasped, looking away from the screen to JM who was chuckling beside me after his character threw a blue shell at me. “Can I win? Just once against you? That’s all I’m asking!”

“It’s not my fault you ran off the map during the first lap,” He wheezed out as his character crossed the finish line ahead of mine. “This always happens when we play Rainbow Road. Why do you always pick it?”

“I like the colors!” I explained, aggressively setting my controller to the side as someone knocked at the door. I answered it, seeing as it was room service. I took the food before thanking them, closing the door, and returning to the couch. “Can we turn this off? I don’t want to see your guy dancing on the screen anymore.”

“You’re just jealous. I get it,” he teased as he stood up to turn off the Nintendo Switch and change the channel to a random movie, which ended up being Star Trek: Into Darkness. “Oh, no. We are changing this.”

“No!” I protested, grabbing the remote immediately. “I love this movie!”

“You don’t love this movie,” he pressed, grabbing onto my biceps to cage me into his chest, “you love Benedict Cumberbatch!”

“How can I not?” I admitted with a joking edge to it as I pretended to struggle against his arms. “Hot, smart, and British? What’s not to love?”

“You have a hot, smart, Ecuadorian/American boyfriend right here!” He whined with a pout as he pointed at himself, keeping one arm tight around my torso. “What’s not to love?”

“Hot, yes. Ecuadorian/American, yes. But smart? Debatable,” I replied. His jaw dropped, causing his arm to loosen which allowed me to make my escape. I put a small distance between us as JM laughed in disbelief.

“You just say that 'cause I’m not in college, Mx. Master’s Student,” He teased as he pulled me into his side. I didn’t get the chance to settle into his side as he fell back onto the couch, dragging me down with him.

“No it’s not that,” I chuckled quietly at his antics. “It’s because I saw you text Clem the wrong “there.” You can’t recover from that.”

~~~~~

#juan manuel correa x reader #jm correa x reader #juan manuel correa #f2 #formula 2 #formula 2 x reader #formula 2 imagine #f2 x reader #f2 imagine #bad268 #ship268 #thing268

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tadpolesonalgae · 17 days ago

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Ur descriptions of the lil coastal town and the sea with its little creatures and the lil trinkets is so amazing omg I cant help but get sucked right in. It just makes it so bittersweet that reader at least gets to experience this much but there’s still so much more out there for her to learn about and live through… she just can’t with her ‘timeframe’.

Fuck… the Bas scene rlly was a heavy hitter. I think that I (along with the reader) had just gotten so used to him being somewhat of a constant that this rlly did a number on me. Life rlly has been particularly awful to reader… to find him in such a state… especially when she expected him to outlive her by CENTURIES, to live and move on from her, experience what she couldn’t… when all things calm down, I hope the reader gets to see him off properly

You have done such an amazing job creating such a compelling character as Bas. I genuinely don’t think I’ve gotten so attached to a character as him. And as much as it hurts cause you have just made him so damn loveable, know that he lives in my brain on the constant.

Good job Azriel Shadowsinger (I’m using his full govt name cause I’m still mad at him) for being able to lull her to sleep after the ordeal(s)!!! It rlly was a rock and a hard place type situation😭 I’m happy that we got the lil look into some of reader’s happy childhood memories tho!

Also reader snarling and sassing him in the shop LMAO more of that please. He deserves to get some attitude.

It was a HEAVY chapter but you did amazingly (as always) I couldn’t put my phone down even if I tried to ❤️❤️❤️

'Ur descriptions of the lil coastal town and the sea with its little creatures and the lil trinkets is so amazing omg I cant help but get sucked right in.'

Thank you so much!!! <3

Since it was the first time I was taking you somewhere non-canon in the fic I really wanted to make it feel like an actual place, if that makes sense? I think actually writing those beginning sections where reader is observing the valleys, the shoreline, the town itself, and the beach were the parts that took the longest? With dialogue, or more character-driven scenes I mostly rely on conversation to keep progress up, while having small sentences of movement in between so the story is still moving even during conversation? So actually having to write more descriptive sections takes more effort, for me at least! Definitely trying to pull together a picture of what I want to describe, and pulling on past experiences?

I have this memory from when I was younger and visiting either Bristol or Brighton, and coming across a row of houses that were painted sea-shades of blue, and a couple of pink, and yellow ones, so that's where the coloured houses came from, then the summer before last I spent some time in Wales and visited a few different beaches, which helped with describing the shore section! <3

'Fuck… the Bas scene rlly was a heavy hitter. I think that I (along with the reader) had just gotten so used to him being somewhat of a constant that this rlly did a number on me.'

Yeah... I'll tell you, from the standpoint of being the one writing the story, it was so difficult getting asks about the Summer and Autumn Court sections (which looked like they were going to be the next chapters) and not being able to talk about much of that! :')

And I'm still going to miss getting to actively write his character - I think he honestly ended up becoming an integral part of reader's life, so losing him is going to cause some changes for her, and her perspective on life, and love.

On one hand I'm sorry that anyone who also liked Bas now won't get to see him again, but on the other hand it makes me so happy (?) that some of you connected enough with his character to feel sadness, or loss in that section? I know that's a weird way to phrase it, but in a sense it's heartwarming you're missing him, so thank you for your willingness to believe in him as a character <3

'especially when she expected him to outlive her by CENTURIES, to live and move on from her, experience what she couldn’t…'

Yes! For reader, she was born human, so in the beginning was probably still getting used to the idea of immortality, whereas for Bas it was practically a given. Like reader said, she wasn't expecting to experience more loss before she got to go, and especially not from someone who was supposed to outlast her by such a massive stretch :/

'You have done such an amazing job creating such a compelling character as Bas. I genuinely don’t think I’ve gotten so attached to a character as him. And as much as it hurts cause you have just made him so damn loveable, know that he lives in my brain on the constant.'

This makes me so unbelievably happy to hear - thank you so, so much! <3

Although again, I think that to form a strong attachment with or to a character, there has to be a willingness on your part to accept that character, and temporarily suspend some beliefs to make them come to life, so thank you to you for being open to him <3

'Good job Azriel Shadowsinger (I’m using his full govt name cause I’m still mad at him)'

As you should, as you should

I wouldn't have anything else to write if you forgave him immediately after that chapter, as relieving as I found it to finally write Az finding a way to kind of be there for reader, in his own, unique way

'for being able to lull her to sleep after the ordeal(s)!!! It rlly was a rock and a hard place type situation😭 I’m happy that we got the lil look into some of reader’s happy childhood memories tho!'

Despite that scene being a draining one to write, it was also kind of calming? I had this relaxing, instrumental, winter playlist on so it was a pretty cathartic scene for me, after the anguish of the section prior to that! And I'm glad you enjoyed that brief, wandering part as reader's drifting off to sleep, and Az trying to lull her into that fatigue by asking her questions that will conjure up ideas to dream about <3

'Also reader snarling and sassing him in the shop LMAO more of that please. He deserves to get some attitude.'

Yes! I loved getting to write the section with Malachite!! He really rubs her the wrong way, for some reason!

I think also, from a writing standpoint, it'll feel more natural for reader to be a little more open with her irritation, now that Azriel has already seen it passively?

'It was a HEAVY chapter but you did amazingly (as always) I couldn’t put my phone down even if I tried to ❤️❤️❤️'

Thank you! :') Though I don't know how you managed to keep concentrated for that long! I find my eyes sometimes go a little weird if I stare at a screen for too long without taking a break!

And I'm sorry for the heavy angst in that last part, I swear it's going to be Summer Court in the next chapter!!

And thank you so so SO much for writing in!!!!! Both after such a long break, and with such a heavy chapter, it's so relieving that you're still interested in cbmthy and happy to chatter away with me about it! It's always so fun, and such a lovely experience getting to hear different thoughts and reactions to the things I've written, so thank you! <3

#anons <3 #cbmthy #cbmthy spoilers #cbmthy part 24 spoilers #I missed writing these long replies #I love interacting in this way so so much #pls never feel afraid to ramble in my inbox it's such a delight to chatter and discuss <3

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riacte · 8 months ago

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Some thoughts about writing dialogue (coming from someone who basically transcribed the Blue9 MCC stream for fic purposes):

Real life dialogue is messy. People make mistakes, voices overlap, it gets unintelligible, people repeat themselves instinctively (even if they get their point across the first time)

And this is about Blue9 - four streamers (people who talk as a living) with effective communication / chemistry. It's still messy at times because that's simply how people communicate, especially in fast paced / stressful scenarios

Which makes it a bit tricky to translate to text, because if you repeat dialogue too much, it looks tacky even though it sounds perfectly normal.

Juggling between character voices in tense moments is also annoying because in audio form, you instinctively know who's speaking. But in text form, you have to add indicators so you just can't have paragraphs of dialogue (unlike speaking scenes between two characters)

^ although that could work if your characters have distinctive speaking styles (or mentioning characters by the name in the dialogue), but that also relies on the readers' knowledge of their speaking styles

^ even worse when it's a group and the voices are overlapping. The more characters you have to juggle in a scene, the more it feels like "[Character A] said" then "[Character B] said" and on it goes. It's already difficult to transcribe when it's a group of 5/6 and they're all talking.

At least there's one set of she/her pronouns in the Blue9 team. Actually this is partially why I like writing about men and women - it's easier to juggle pronouns (my skill issue lol)

I tried to keep it as close to canon as possible, but sometimes you have to edit down and add bits of exposition for clarity's sake. Like if you watch the stream, it makes sense. The repetition and messiness adds to the experience, honestly, But if you read the transcript, it doesn't work the best.

Tone is such a big thing. It comes instinctively in audio format, but it really is difficult to describe it in text sometimes, especially when it's a tense moment and you have to keep pushing forward instead of spending words to describe tone.

The good thing about writing about streamers is that if you use the right cues, readers can pick it up and picture that specific tone in their head. The bad thing is that this depends on the readers' knowledge and how good you are at describing. (The bad bad thing about this personally is that my OCs have weak character voices because I don't have canon basis.)

^ Bits of informality like stretching syllables and italics help. Like "oooh" is fundamentally different from "oh" and that is different from "ohhhh". And sometimes irl people do stretch syllables or pronounce them differently for humorous effect, but it can look unprofessional on text. (Like Scar's "a-maize-ing".) <- actually this can create distinctive character speaking styles and it's a cue to let readers immediately know who's speaking

Back to the action thing. These streamers are playing in a vc and they all hear each other, but realistically in action scenes, characters are gonna be in different places. There's volume to care about and voices getting lost in the chaos. But when writing, your focus is to push the story forward sooo realism is definitely not the priority

... Yeah. I'm giving my characters high quality communicators. And excellent hearing.

Dialogue in text is... intentional? You can see it in people snarking movies for having unrealistic dialogue. Its purpose is to convey something clearly. Dialogue in everyday life can contain a lot of blunders but that doesn't translate well in storytelling because we expect to learn something from dialogue. That's why it's there.

Transcribing videos and turning them into text based stories is an interesting exercise (and one that I keep on doing lol). It makes you more aware of the gap between irl and written dialogue and why there's a gap.

Godspeed to people who write dialogue between a group during an action scene. We all praise comms in MCC but it does give me a headache to write hahahaha.

#writing #ria.txt #tbh mcc is fun to transcribe bc the bit before each game is basically exposition time and the general strategy gets laid out #aka. outline of what's about to happen (or what should happen)#but when writing the chaos and action between a huge group... dear Lord #long post

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graciescott27 · 2 months ago

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“I Know You Didn’t Mean It, Baby.” Pt. 1 (Blue Lock Boys!)

When they realize they’re still in love with their ex.

horrific amounts of angst, I apologize in advance for this series because it will be getting more detailed.

Feat. Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, and Nagi

Isagi:

He had known since the day you left that he fucked up.

He had done everything perfectly, hadn’t he? Maybe not exactly, but he had definitely tried. He was devoted. Where had he gone wrong?

He spent more time trying to figure that out than actually being sad. If he had done anything bad to you, he wanted to fix it. Even if you didn’t want him back, he could at least make sure his next relationship was successful. That’s all he wanted to know.

Eventually it started to hurt more. By about the one month mark, he was more sad than confused. It didn’t help when you knocked on his door.

“Hey.” you said.

“Uh, hi,” he replied, his expression awkward and overly anxious.

You pushed the cardboard box you were holding into his arms, taking a step away from the door. “I, uh, saw one of your hoodies in my closet and realized I never gave you any of your stuff back.”

Dammit. This was really it, huh? You’re giving him his stuff back. No getting back together, no wedding bells, no honeymoon, no more you. Terrible way to end things off. There was still much he needed to say to you after all of his unnecessary reflecting.

“Right, yeah,” he stared down at the box like it was the only thing keeping him from breaking down completely. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, of course,” you nodded, taking another step back and slowly closing his door.

He opened it back up as quickly as his reaction time would allow him to, catching you off guard completely. “Question?”

“Yeah…?” You raised a brow.

“Did I ever… mistreat you in any way, or…?”

“I wouldn’t be giving you your stuff back if I didn’t still think you were a good guy.”

And somehow that hurt more than you telling him he ruined your life would have.

Bachira:

Bachira missed you the moment you broke up with him.

He understood why it had happened. You two had your differences and you need more space than he was willing to offer. He didn’t need a graph and a data table to realize he should respect your wishes.

Unsurprisingly, respecting your wishes had proven to be the most difficult thing he had ever forced himself to do. He hadn’t text you yet. He hadn’t tried to talk to you at school. Did he get as much information on you as possible from his friends? Of course. But that was just because he still cared.

And as for your posts, he couldn’t help the fact that they showed up on his feed. Sure, maybe he scrolled through every picture and psychoanalyzed its every detail, but he couldn’t help that they were interesting. It wasn’t his fault your photography skills were sheer perfection. Did he look through the other posts he had missed, too? Yeah, but his finger slipped and he landed on your profile. No big deal. And did you look at all of your stories? Yeah, but he can’t see what shows up next.

He just wanted to keep himself updated, that’s all. He just wanted to make sure you were doing better without him than he was without you. He just wanted to feel like you were still a part of his life.

Chigiri:

Happy fuckin’ birthday to him.

Couldn’t you have waited two weeks or something? Did he really have to wake up four days before his eighteenth birthday with a text from you saying something as dreadful as that? The most heartfelt, thought out thing he had ever seen you write and it wasn’t even about how much you love him.

Nope. Now he’s just gonna be old and boring without a girlfriend.

His emotions changed a lot every time he thought about it. When he was alone in his room thinking about it and looking back at old photos, he cried and refused to delete them. When he had to go into school and tell everyone about how you two had broken up, he was just angry. Nothing more, nothing less. The complications came from when he could actually sit with his thoughts.

It had been five days and he was still trying to wrap his mind around it. Then six days. And then seven. Still no texts from you, but it wasn’t like he really expected anything different. Was he waiting for it? Of course. But he wouldn’t text you first. Never in a million years will he make himself look as desperate for closure as he really is.

And finally, on the eighth day, he gets a text. Sorry for ruining your birthday. Got you a gift before it all happened. Kunigami’s gonna give it to you tomorrow. Hope you at least had a nice eighteenth aside from that <3.

Yeah, you hadn’t just ruined his birthday, you had ruined his adulthood so far. But, alas, the overly complex emotions his felt when he read that were not something he could channel into writing without offending an entire four generations of humans. So, he sent back a simple, Thank you. It was nice, and moved on with his life.

Well, he didn’t move on, necessarily, but he did block your number.

Nagi:

Nagi never really understood many social concepts. Currently the one he was struggling to figure out was how a breakup was supposed to work. He would text you every day. A good morning text, at least one “I love you” text, a goodnight text, and the occasional “I miss you” text. He wasn’t really good with the person space aspect of it all, apparently.

In his mind, you two were still friends. Friends talked. Friends were honest with each other. So, he was texting you and being honest with you. Did it have to go on for months on end when he never got a single message back? Maybe not. He couldn’t help it, though. He just wanted to get you to answer at least once.

You, on the other hand, wanted him to leave you the hell alone. You had tried blocking him and he somehow bypassed it, so now you settled on silencing your phone and muting his messages. You didn’t have read receipts on for him anyone, hell, you had deleted his contact completely. But he didn’t know that.

Nagi was smart. He’d figure it out eventually that you didn’t want to talk to him anymore. Would he figure it out sooner if you just told him that? Probably. You wouldn’t text him again, though. He’d have to put the context clues together himself.

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doll collection post

Hi guyz!! so somebody asked me to post my doll collection a while back and I put it off because i'm trying to rearrange my setup but its taking much longer than expected due to irl stuff.

But I dont wanna wait anymore! Feel free to just scroll through the pictures, you don't have to read the commentary if you don't want to. In fact you don't have to scroll through any of this at all. I wrote a lot because I am severely neurodivergent. Having a genuine blogging moment rn.

I have been waiting forever for an excuse to post my collection!! I was so happy someone suggested I do so.

I don't have a lot of room for everybody! Everyone is scattered around my room, but I try my best to display them nicely...

My G1 collection is moderately sized, these dolls are expensive and difficult to find. There are so many more I want, like Dead Tired Lagoona or Sweet 1600 Draculaura to go with my Sweet 1600 Clawdeen...sigh. But it just keeps getting harder! I am actually content with stopping my G1 collecting hunt for now and instead focusing on G3... Many of these dolls are from my dear friends, especially Leo and Raven (hi guyz!). Without my friends, I would only have three of these dolls... I am so lucky to be so loved!!!

I don't have many bratz that are in good enough shape to be on display. I really grew up on bratz rather than monster high... but again...these dolls get expensive! Roxxi was always a favorite of mine and a crush! Growing up, I was the type of kid who almost exclusively wanted one brat though. Yasmin. Not Cloe, Jade, or Sasha. I was devoted to collecting Yasmin because she looked similar to me. In retrospect, I really wish I had gotten more of the other girls...I do have some...though their numbers pale in comparison to the Yasmin army.

The ball-jointed doll is my most expensive doll and my largest doll (she is fucking ginormous). Even when buying her at half the original price (great deal from a great friend) she was hardly affordable.

I bought her because I plan on customizing her to be Flandre Scarlet, my ultimate comfort character! I've always dreamed of having a doll of Flan. SO why not make one myself? I've had her for months but am still too scared to cut that beautiful hair off...I'm no good at cutting wigs/hair in general. I did install her red eyes myself which I've never done before as this is my first and probably last bjd! She is gorgeous but I would consider these dolls luxury items... VERY EXPENSIVE.

(idk why the exposure is so high on these, sorry!! >_<;)

I am so happy to have the coffin bean playset!! I think it was a really good idea to get it. but I am so sad because I have hardly any room for it! So It's sitting on my dresser in front of a giant mirror so please excuse the poor editing I did to obscure the reflection of me and my living space lol...

I gave my Twyla low pigtails, though they aren't very visible, and my Clawdeen braids! I think Clawdeen looks super cute this way tbh I tried curling her hair again and again and again but the curls always fell out (I dont have much experience)...but honestly... I think I like this look even better ^_^. You can see her ears so well this way.

This Clawdeen is basically my holy grail and it was gifted to me by Leo, Leo if you're reading this I hope you know you are basically Jesus.

not to get deep but the OMG doll next to her is special to me because it is one of the last gifts I got from my late Grandpa. He took me to target and when I said I liked the doll, no questions asked, he bought her for me. Didn't give me shit for liking dolls at my big age. He simply got her for me because she made me happy, and he wants me to be happy. Dolls can mean so much. Again, I am so lucky to be so loved!!! >:D

I have this gorgeous Draculaura just chilling next to my jewelry cuz I have nowhere else to put her and honestly she is gorgeous and should stand alone.

Here I have the pride Bratz next to my bed!!! They mean so much to me, as I said earlier I had a crush on Roxxi. To see she's a canon lesbian now is so incredible!! And Nevra, her girlfriend, is beautiful! They are so cute together... they are never leaving that box though. This was actually the first doll/set of dolls where I fully understood why people are content leaving dolls in their boxes. I love to play with my dolls so much... but I could never play with these two!! If anything happened to them I would lose my mind.

Now... you're probably thinking......where the hell is Lagoona?!?! Do you not have one despite loving her this much? Of course I have a Lagoona. I AM GROWING AN ARMY!!!!!!

I really, really love Lagoona...I want to get every Lagoona doll I possibly can. Isn't she so cute! I relate to her character in the cartoon a lot too... her life at home, her difficulties speaking up when she is sad or angry, her sporty personality, etc etc... She has quickly claimed her spot as biggest comfort character #2. I included many pictures because I simply cannot pick one, she is flawless. You might recognize the Lagoona on the left, I drew her in that exact pose recently!!

I have her army on my desk, giving me the strength I need to get through my work... like Homer Simpson with his pictures of baby Maggie at his work. I get endless inspiration and motivation from Lagoona!!!

And here is the Flandre shrine bonus... I adore her!! I also have finally ordered a fumo flan that should arrive in august around my birthday eeek!!!

Anyways that is my collection. It's been many years in the making, though it's almost doubled since monster high G3 released... Mattel truly has me by the balls right now. If you read any of this, thank you. I put a lot of time into making this post, and it was really fun. I feel like a real blogger right now.

I really really enjoy dolls and talking about them. So I will happily do so anytime I get the chance!!! Will probably do an update once I finally install some more shelves and move stuff around <3

#blair.txt #doll collection #doll collector #Blair.circus

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