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ronearoundblindly · 2 months ago

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Toxic (2/2)

frat boy!Ari Levinson x reader (see previous or AL Masterlist)

Summary: You and Ari want each other for all the wrong reasons.

Warnings (regarding both parts of the story) for drinking and partying, language, shitty behavior from...yeah everyone is a bit of a mess in this ngl (it's college), vaguely taboo mutual pining, and not-really cheating/implied cheating (applies to multiple people). This is an angsty weird fluffy sorta romance with an ambiguous ending--SHOCKER, an argument!--because no one can communicate to save their f**king lives...BUT HEY! KISSES. MINORS DNI. There's plenty for younger readers on my Light Masterlist, but not here! WC 3k

A/N: This second half is entirely from Ari's perspective.

College was supposed to be predictable.

He played football and partied. Ari enjoyed that, he excelled at that, and then, ten days before the start of his junior year, he tore his ACL. Everything changed.

He couldn’t play. He couldn’t party. He couldn’t think too long or too hard about any of it because then dread started to sweep him toward a dark place he physically and mentally couldn’t crawl back from.

What if he never healed right?

What if he couldn’t stay on the team?

What if he got injured again?

What if he had to rely on his grades to complete school???

It was horrible, and even with the vague safeties of taking an extra year and keeping his scholarship, Ari was impatient to move on. He wished the future were predictable, but instead, healing was slow and painful. He could end up with nothing.

He went through the motions as best he could. He attended practices and whatever parties he could maneuver his crutches into. He sat. He sat a lot. He moved very little. It wasn’t the same.

Everyone asked him when he’d be back on the field. Guys thought Ari hung out doing nothing while benched, but that wasn’t true, not with physical therapy every single day, twice some days, so he could relearn normal movements as well as sport-specific ones. Girls gushed about how good he was (“are,” they’d stress immediately, “how good you are”), but Ari didn’t want to hear that. Sure, he’d draft decently. However, football was not all Ari wanted in life.

Though Ari…had no idea what he wanted anymore. He had no idea what he was allowed to want.

He sat through class after class, lost, struggling, his mind drifting, untethered to a purpose, reminded with every conversation that unless he returned to his old self, he was no one without football, without the ability to play football.

He couldn’t even grasp Women’s Studies, for fuck’s sake.

He started the semester on heavy duty painkillers in order to not miss days. They didn’t help. The meds made him foggy, but without the meds, he was worse.

Even though he knew how important his grades were, his mind would wander. He’d skirt the edge of that dark space and go blank instead of face reality.

Women’s Studies was a blur with one bright spot.

You. The only thing Ari knew about you was that you were nice, and that was plenty.

You never questioned when he’d get back on the field, or asked him to move his leg—which couldn’t bend for several weeks anyway,—or mocked him as a dunce.

When he zoned out, his gaze often shifted to you, specifically your hands for whatever reason. He was fascinated by your hands. Unfortunately, because he zoned out, he never knew if any questions he had were already answered. He felt stupid enough; he didn’t need public humiliation on top of that.

You were the only nice thing in those days, and your perfect status solidified when you saved him.

Toward the end of the semester, to push his mobility, Ari’s physical therapy got more aggressive, and he left the gym exhausted for class, where he promptly fell asleep to escape the searing agony in his knee. He missed the whole lecture.

He’d resigned himself to failing. He knew he deserved to fail.

Then you handed him meticulous notes, explanations and little insights to concepts he’d been muddling though for months.

You smiled.

You smiled and saved him. It was just so fucking nice.

He could have kissed you. He would have if not for still moving slowly.

Ari didn’t fail Women’s Studies. He got a C-, sure, but it was a start. He spent a lot more time trying in his classes than he did on the field—the only place his innate talent let him succeed—and he got better.

He changed his future, he changed himself, and he credits you.

Everything changed, and then for a year and a half, he’d never seen you again.

Ari is semi-drunk, listening to music as the pacing warps in translation from his ears to his brain, blinking slowly in response to conversation.

He’s talking to his younger (by three years) cousin, Rebekah, who still enjoys these fucking parties, so he always invites her instead of a date. His cousin, however, is a bit of a tramp—which she’s allowed to be—and loves to play mind games with his dumbass frat brothers. She’s always welcome instead of a date, too. Ari warned them; they didn’t listen. He can’t be blamed for Jay’s shit right now.

Jay is just gonna have to reap what he sowed, or rather, who he sowed.

“Can you believe he went back to Erin? Of all people? That bitch? Really?”

Beks has been throwing back vodka seltzers like a thirsty fish…or like Ari did his freshman year. She hasn’t shut up about her ex being here—in Jay’s own house, where she 100% knew he would be—since she arrived, and her eyes constantly scan for the senior girl he hooked up with again.

It’s unclear to Ari—partly due to inebriation, partly due to Jay being an unrelenting manwhore—whether Jay and Erin are even together. Beks could have just heard a rumor to make her think that, assumed the worst, and now plots revenge for no reason.

Ari chugs the last of his cup while Rebekah repeats how Jay was the first guy she’d let in her ass and—holy shit, does Ari need to be more drunk than this.

He laughs so he won’t throw up, the noise stopping his cousin cold, receiving a slap in the chest for not listening, and…

Did he just see who he thought he saw?

It’s been so long. The packed house isn’t bright enough on purpose, dimming the shame of shenanigans gotten up to at night, but he’d swear it was you.

Beks sees a look she’s not witnessed on him before, certainly not in the two years she’s been at this university, but Ari says nothing because the next time he clocks your face is when some guy he does not recognize hands you a drink.

Suddenly, Ari’s throat is bone dry. His arms are lead. You wade through the crowd and disappear.

“Say the word and I can get rid of him for ya,” Rebekah jokes. Ari’s eyes go wide before he squints in question, so she clarifies. “It’s not like it matters who I hook up with, as long as Jay gets a taste of his own fucking medicine.”

“What?” he shouts back. The loud, rushing music drowns out her meaning. “Yeah, Jay’s an asshole. Fuck ‘em!”

That should cover his bases. She mostly talks to hear her own voice anyway.

Beks whips her blond hair back and forth in excitement, clinking her cup to his empty one.

“Yeah, Cuz,” she shrieks. “FUCK HIM!”

“Been empty forever—” it’s been four whole minutes since he took his last sip “—I’m getting another.”

He leaves her dancing on the stairs, starting a small cheering of ‘fuck him’ amongst the dozen or so nearest people. None of them know who they’re chanting about.

At the kitchen counter covered in fifths, handles, and two-liters, Ari makes his Jack and Coke, chugs most of it and then fills it with more soda. He’s just thirsty at this point, head on a swivel, scoping out how everyone else’s night shapes up, desperately trying to ignore the nagging question of where you are in the back of his head.

He says ‘hey’ to a handful of guys meandering in and out of the room, one of which has a cigarette tucked behind his ear, and Ari is just susceptible enough at this point that the craving will not relent.

He’s making his way outside to have a smoke (he only does if he’s drinking; Ari’s never even had to purchase a pack for himself before) when he sees you staring at passers-by in the hall.

Body warm and mind floating in booze, he doesn’t remember much of what he says. He also…forgets which number of drink he’s on, but then he’s got two cups in his hands and they’re sticky.

It must be okay though. You seem happy. You laugh with him, and he feels like a comedy king. You’re draped over his shoulder by the time he sees that hesitance in your gaze, that bite of your lip telling him you’re nervous about something, and Ari just wants you to be comfortable and relaxed again. He felt best when you were excited to be near him, not when you were asking about Beige Billy.

He doesn’t want you to go. He doesn’t want to let you go, so he holds your hand for as long as he can, leading you around, (taking some fucking breaths because the air is so stale in here), lacing your fingers together once a second person infers that Ari and you should, in fact, be dating.

No sign of Billy.

And then it hits him: what the fuck did Beks say? Did she mean?? Shit. What if Beks did it?

Once yet another person mentions checking upstairs, Ari’s convinced his cousin has tried seducing whatever poor bastard she thought would be doubly useful to piss off Jay, but he can’t let on to his panic. Ari doesn’t want to upset you.

Maybe Beige Billy wouldn’t. Maybe Billy is smart enough he didn’t take the bait.

Ari can feel in his gut that shit is about to go down, especially knowing Beks’ ex is a jealous douchebag who thinks it’s fine for guys to stray but not girls.

Ari cannot wait to be out of here, to ditch the heinously distracting music and feel a fresh breeze on his face. It’s too hot and he’s definitely straddling drunk.

His fingers resettle in yours for reassurance, weaving the pair of you back into the foyer.

The soothing is temporary.

Like lightning focusing Ari’s senses, he sees Jay turn the corner from the ‘dining’ room, opposite where you two are coming from, and go up to the top floor, shouting behind him that “it’s in my room, bro. One sec.”

Fuck.

Ari’s blood pumps louder than anything else as he barrels up the stairs, unceremoniously ripping his hand from yours, but his buzzy brain only notices by the time he’s on the landing. He really doesn’t want you to see anything, at very least. Low-and-behold, Tim Newland’s recently vacated room has a shut—not locked—door which Jay has already walked past to get to his.

Beige Billy is not a fraternity brother. Neither is Rebekah obviously, so they’d need an open room.

Ari’s body weight makes a terrible thunderclap of regret against the door, and it gives way.

Billy’s on top of Rebekah with his ass out. Even if Beks is fine with it, frankly, Ari doesn’t care. He just heaves the guy who should be caring for you and keeping you safe and making you happy back by the collar of his stupid beige shirt and hurls him toward the desk in the corner like Ari kinda wishes he could do to the contents of his stomach right now.

All hell breaks loose. Everyone sees. Everyone screams. Everyone’s mad.

The next image his eyes focus on is you tipping into yourself, face scrunching in fear. Ari swears you call out his name, not Billy’s, so he just rushes. He sweeps you out of there as fast as he can, tucks you into the safety of his room, and cages you against the door before locking it.

Since it’s dark, this is how he ‘sees’ you, being this close, practically wrapped around your shaking, silent frame.

“Please,” Ari breathes before the roars of Billy slice through the cracks around the frame. “Leave him, smartie. Don’t do it.”

Let me save you, he thinks. I’m returning the favor.

The noise of the hall compels Ari to curl into you, to cover you with his body. His healed knee sneaks between your thighs and braces the wall in case Billy tries to pound his way in. Ari’s hair falls in his face, wafting the scent of your skin, of your neck, up like a hit of nicotine at the perfect instant.

He lets his hands ghost over your shoulders, and you let out the smallest, sexiest gasp Ari’s ever heard. It makes him groan from somewhere deep in his chest, somewhere equally dark where he buried this fantasy.

The pure disbelief makes his adrenaline-soaked buzz fight for dominance of his mind, his head flopping back. He almost loses his balance until you yank him forward by the collar and stick your tongue down his throat. He would never have predicted this.

It’s not a nice kiss, and it’s certainly not enough.

Ari settles his hands on either side of your face, for stability, for control, for more, and you so willingly oblige.

“You’re okay,” he soothes between crushing locks of your lips. “I got you, sweet thing.”

That earns him a whimper, and since you are so responsive to his touch, Ari lowers, nudging your hips forward on his thigh, more of your weight straddling him, a gentle rocking beginning your search for friction.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need,” he growls in approval.

You hands rest on his chest as you break, whining, “I don’t know you.”

“Want to?”

Ari deliberately grinds against you. There’s no way you can’t feel his interest.

“You don’t know me.” It’s a pathetic plea with no power.

He can’t control his excitement. Ari’s been out of the game because it was too hard to connect after his injury, but it was also too hard to not have a connection. He couldn’t win until this moment.

“Want to.” He hisses as he snakes his hands up your shirt, fingertips brushing the band of your bra. “I really fucking want to.”

You sigh like it was the exact right thing for him to say. “You’re so stupid.”

Ari thinks you jab playful rather than derogatory. Even though you repeat it, he still only gets ‘keep going’ signals from your body language.

He has no idea when Billy stopped yelling and finally pissed off, but Ari can hear Jay and Beks duking it out for a while. Who cares?! He’s got more important things to pay attention to, like your grip in his hair and the way your hurried breaths press you against him so rhythmically.

He’s drunk on the possibilities—the inevitabilities—now that he has you. Judging by the way you struggle on your tip toes and claw at his back, you’re a needy one, and he’s all in.

He cups your ass to shift you, pinning you to the door with a rattling thud, spreading your legs around his waist, but you tuck your chin to shake your head just as Ari starts to hump you unabashedly.

“Sorry.”

It’s so soft in the midst of heavy breathing and loud music.

“Sorry about your date,” you mutter. “I’m sure you expected…but I’m--I don’t think I can… I know you’d prefer the blond.”

Ari chuckles, catching his breath and swimming slightly from too much and too little all at once.

“Who? Beks? She’s not my date.” His runs his fingers through his hair and pulls to ground himself. The alcohol is hitting him harder without the high of doing. “Though I’m sure she found someoneto fuck. She’ll sleep with just about anyone.”

“And you know that from experience?”

“Ew,” Ari gags, sticking out his sweet-as-syrup tongue. “Gross. She’s family. Rebekah is my cousin.”

To his surprise that doesn’t calm you. Instead, you tsk, push him away, and snap, “you let your cousin behave like that?“

“What?!”

But you don’t relent. “You let guys treat her that way?!”

“Whoa, WOAH.” Ari’s voice accidentally rises by two factors of ten. Transitioning between horny and furious can’t happen in a human brain this fast.

He can hear you flinch by the rustle of his jacket, so he bites his lip to be quieter.

“Me? I—I don’t…Beks doesn’t let anyone do shit. She tells ‘em what to do. She’s a big girl.” He straightens by taking a step back.

“You should be protecting your cousin. She’s go—“

“I do plenty for her, okay? If she wants to—“

“Quit being dumb, Ari. You’re both just slutty.“

“Stop saying that!” He’s pissed and so confused. “Where’s my nice girl gone…”

“You’re nice girl?” you drip sarcastically.

“Yeah,” Ari sighs, taking a beat, “the cute, kind one from class who leant me her notes.”

You have more venom built up than he realized.

“Oh, you mean the same one you spilled your drink on without apologizing?”

He would remember doing that. He would. His hand pets down the front of your shirt to check because he is, in fact, drunk. “I never—“

“Yes, you did. Nearly four years ago.” You slap his arms away.

“Well…I don’t remember that.”

“That’s great,” you grit out like broken glass, a mirthless laugh stuck at the end. “That’s just perfect. Can’t even make an impression on an idiot!”

Ari’s defenses have kicked in full force. “What the fuck? When did you become so judgmental? That’s rich coming from someone in here, humping my leg, while her boyfriend—”

“This was a mistake. I’m leaving.”

“Good. Go.”

It’s not until the wave of light and sound hit him that Ari thinks through his words. “Shit. No, hang on, smartie. I only meant—fuck.”

But he’s too late.

The door slams in his face, leaving Ari alone with emotional whiplash and a raging headache.

At least in this moment, he feels fucking stupid, and college, if nothing else, is predictable that way.

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justwinginglife · 9 months ago

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After All This Time

Have yall seen the gorgeous man that is Howl Jenkins Pendragon? I had to make it NSFW, I just had to.

Howl leads Sophie out to the balcony for yet another romantic kiss, awash in moonlight.

You think you might barf. That, or claw out your own heart. You can’t tell what’s more distracting, the acid threatening to rumble up your throat or the aching in your chest threatening to consume you whole. You almost feel guilty for just how heartbroken you feel whenever you see them together.

They’re a cute couple. Much cuter than you would ever be with him. The whole time you’d known him, he’d been searching for her. He would repeat to you the same story about how she had appeared to him, almost like in a dream, asking him to come find her. She was all he’d ever wanted, even before he’d even known her. And why wouldn’t she be? She was kind, even to you. Made your favorite foods whenever you were down, taught you how to tie bows in your hair. And yet, all you could do was despise her. You felt like shit.

But some part of you, some wretched part you’d hidden deep inside your darkness, though apparently not deep enough, felt like Howl belonged to you. He’d met her first, but only for a few seconds before she’d vanished into thin air. It hardly counted as a meeting, in your opinion. You met him soon after; you’d run away to get lost in the meadows and the mountains after your family had renounced you, and that’s when you caught sight of his raven black hair fluttering in the wind as he picked flowers without a care in the world. That was honestly probably the moment you fell in love with him, though you denied it until it was too late.

You remember you laid in the field with him for hours that day, plucking petals, talking secrets and aspirations. You didn’t care that he was some stranger you’d just met, you were a kid, and he was your savior. He offered you a home and you offered him your life, said you’d help him find the girl he was searching for. Really, you would’ve done anything just to stay by his side.

Your most comfortable nights were when he snuggled in bed beside you, keeping your nightmares at bay with his sweet words and intoxicating scent. He’d read you stories to pass the time, and you’d fall asleep in his arms, listening to the familiar rumble of his voice in his chest as you snuggled up against it. Sometimes he’d tell you stories about his own life. Your favorite one was the day he met you. You’d beg him to tell you that story over and over, and though he’d laugh and tease you because you already knew the story having lived it, he’d cave in and humor you anyway, each and every time, without fail. He could never resist you (though sometimes he tried, because he thought it was cute when you pouted.) When he’d finally start telling the story, you’d smile the biggest smile and he’d wonder why he ever stalled in the first place, when he had such a sight to look forward to. Sometimes he’d change up details of the story just to make you laugh, say you flew in on a spaceship, say he was 10 feet tall the day you’d met. It wasn’t hard to make you laugh. Howl loved your laugh and you loved to make him happy. You gave every part of yourself freely.

You weren’t always the best influence on him, but you were his perfect match. One weekend, the two of you didn’t have enough money for food, so he stole a loaf of bread from a merchant he hated. When he sheepishly admitted his crime to you, ready to defend himself with his growling stomach as hard evidence, you smirked and uncovered a basket full of pastries you’d stolen from the same baker. He laughed so hard he fell into the fireplace and you had to rinse ashes from his hair. The two of you toasted your loaves of bread and munched on them together, giggling and nudging each other the rest of the night.

The “partner in crime” act continued when you decided to pursue magic together. You almost got yourselves kicked out of your training because the two of you would play pranks on the rest of the class. Sometimes they were justified and sometimes they were not, but they were fun either way. One time, a bully jeered at Howl’s jet black hair and you turned him into a worm. Unfortunately, that was also the day Howl had started to dye his hair blonde, though he claimed it was unrelated. You made every effort to tell him you adored the way he looked before, and it broke your heart that he wouldn’t listen. He’d say you were just like his sister and it was your job to lie to him and tell him he looked good. You didn’t have the guts to tell him that you’d always loved the way he looked, that you’d always loved him. You didn’t have the guts to beg him to see you as something different, to beg him to see you as something more.

When your first Christmas with him started quickly approaching, you used the only skills at your disposal to make him a pink coat with blue diamonds patched onto it. He loved it so much that he wore it everywhere, and when he finally started to outgrow it, he begged you to make him the same jacket a size larger. And then another size larger. And another, until he was fully grown, fully handsome, and still wrapped in the evidence of your secret love for him.

For the longest time, it was just you, Howl, and Calcifer in his castle. And for the longest time, you wondered if he could just let go of the Sophie thing. You were happy the way things were, why couldn’t he be happy too?

You even thought he might have started to love you back at some point. He’d blush when your shirt would ride up. He’d freeze when you’d brush up against him, even though you had spent many nights sleeping in each other's arms when you were kids. He’d compliment you more, every word carefully handpicked, like he’d spent time thinking about all the ways he adored you.

But then he found her. And he remembered the one thing he wanted.

He’d spent so long looking for her, it didn’t seem right to quit now, though you would’ve happily persuaded him otherwise.

And when you met her, when she was talented, when she was generous, when she was spunky, your heart crumbled to pieces. She was the perfect woman. His perfect woman. And suddenly the weight of your hopes, of your dreams, of your love, came crashing down on you, leaving you devastated in the aftermath.

So tonight, you choke back more “what if’s” as you gaze into the glow of the fire, wondering if you can just feed yourself to Calcifer. Of course, he’d never do that. He was rooting for you. He was the only one; you’d given up on having Howl, at this point.

You hear the door open but don't move from your spot. You think you vaguely hear Sophie mumble a shaky “goodnight” to you, but it’s in between panted breaths, and you almost puke again thinking about just how much oxygen he must’ve sucked from her lungs with that kiss. You say nothing, biting your lip until it bleeds. She goes to bed.

You hear the door open again, and find yourself increasingly more interested in the embers, not wanting to look over at him, not wanting to see his love-drunk expression.

He plops down beside you, sighing happily. There’s that puking feeling again.

You don’t say a word and he nudges you with his shoulder. “Can’t sleep?”

You shake your head.

He raises an eyebrow at you. “And can I ask why you can’t sleep?”

You shake your head again.

“Can I at least ask why I can’t ask?”

“Nope.”

He rolls his eyes. “C’mon. It’s me. You know you can tell me anything.”

“No, thanks.”

He sighs, exasperated. “You barely talk to me and when you do, it’s not more than two words. What is going on with you tonight?”

“Nothing. Just can’t sleep.” Then you smirk. “See- I said more than two words that time.”

He laughs, glad you’re back to joking with him again. “Gods, you’re stubborn, you know that? And a bit of a jackass.”

You laugh at that. “It’s a good thing you love me anyway.”

He blushes. “Bold of you to assume I love you.”

You nudge him with your shoulder. “You better love me at least a little, we are best friends, you know.” You hope he can’t hear the tone in which you say the word love, like you’re not holding your breath, waiting for a confession after he’s just sent his girlfriend to bed.

“Right. Yeah. We are best friends. I do love you, of course I love you. Because we’re friends.” He stumbles on his words and you have the audacity to find it cute. His girlfriend is waiting for him to come to bed, and you’re sitting here, coaxing the word love from him, like you’re not going to purposely misinterpret it later, like you’re not going to go lie in bed after this, staring at the ceiling for hours, just dreaming about the way he says he loves you. You thought you knew better than this.

Apparently you don’t. You answer like an idiot. “And I love you too. As a best friend.”

The blush crawls up his face and tinges his ears red. “Yup. Friends. Best friends.”

The sight makes you choke on your laughter, and for a minute you almost forget just how serious this moment is. “Howl, why are you being weird?”

He scoffs at you. “I’m not being weird. I’m being normal.”

You pinch his cheek. “You’re being so awkward, what gives? It’s just me.” You nudge his shoulder as platonically as you can, but you know it’s just because you’re dying to touch him somewhere, anywhere.

He makes a strangled noise. “You’re being embarrassing, that’s all.”

You rest your head on his shoulder, ignoring the thumping in your chest. “And how am I embarrassing you, Howl?

He sighs, your close proximity to him somehow relaxing him and making him tense up at the same time. “You’re being so touchy… and you say you love me… but as a best friend.”

“And are we not best friends?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yes, we are. But somehow I get the feeling that you mean something else when you say that. When you say you… love me.”

“And what do you want it to mean?” You know this is a mess of your own making. You know you’re just daring him to confess. But you can’t stop now.

“Well. Just tell me what you mean when you say it.”

You go back to shaking your head and he groans.

“Why won’t you just tell me? I want, I need to know your answer. It’s driving me crazy.”

“What’s the issue? You have Sophie. You don’t need me.”

He rolls his eyes. “Sophie has nothing to do with this. Right now, this is just about you and me.”

All your nerve leaves you when you think you might finally have to confess. “Howl. I’m going to bed.” You get up to leave.

He grabs your wrist. “No. You can’t. I’m not done.”

You yank your wrist away. “I’m done. Goodnight, Howl.”

You lock the door to your room thinking the conversation has ended, thinking you can finally let the depression swallow you whole. But he bangs on the door over and over, so much so that you start to feel guilty for Sophie who’s sleeping soundly a couple rooms away. You yank the door open and tug him inside, closing the door behind him. He had wanted to come in, but now that he’s standing alone in your room with you, he’s suddenly silent, the weight of this intimate moment sinking in.

You sigh and drag him over to the bed, pulling him down beside you, and snuggling up against him.

He freezes up.

“Stop acting like a stranger, we used to sleep together all the time.”

He coughs. “Yeah, when we were kids. It’s been awhile since we’ve done this.” He says that, but he slowly puts his arms around you anyway, resuming his usual position on your bed.

“Yeah well, that’s cuz you went and got yourself a girlfriend.” And maybe it’s because it was the middle of the night and you’re sleep deprived -if he asks, that’s what you’ll blame it on- but you suddenly blurt out, “And I’m offended, by the way.”

He huffs, amused. “You’re so dramatic, you know that?”

“Well you know what, maybe I should go get a boyfriend then.”

He tenses up again. “Wh-why’s that?”

You shrug. “You have a girlfriend, why can’t I have a boyfriend?”

“B-because! You don’t know what men are like. They might take advantage of you.”

“So who should I date then?”

He swallows. “No one.”

You don’t actually intend to get a boyfriend, you’re too far gone for Howl, but suddenly his words stir some fire in you that you didn’t know existed. He has the audacity to not love you and then claim you can’t love anyone else? The balls on him.

He can feel the air shift because he suddenly tries to make light of the situation. “Besides, I don’t like sharing my best friend with anyone anyway.”

You glare at him. “Well that’s bullshit because I have to share you with Sophie. It used to be just the two of us, don’t you remember?”

He sighs, guilt creasing his face. “I know, I know. But you’re still important to me. She’s just… she’s my everything.”

You wince and pull yourself out of his arms, turning to face the opposite direction.

He groans. “Come on, don’t be like this. Talk to me. I don’t like when you’re upset.”

“I’m not upset, I’m just tired, I want to go to bed. Go to your girlfriend, Howl.”

“Please. Please just talk to me.” He begs, desperation staining his voice.

Suddenly you snap. “She’s your everything, but that used to be me.” You hadn’t intended the words to sound bitter, but they leave a sour taste in your mouth on the way out.

He winces. “I… yeah, I know. I know things are different now, but the way I feel about you hasn’t changed.”

“That’s the problem.” You whisper to yourself so quietly he’s left straining to hear. When he doesn’t answer, you realize he didn’t hear you after all, and you don’t have the energy to say it again. You wrap yourself up tightly in the blankets. “Your girlfriend is going to worry if you keep her waiting much longer. Go to her.”

He sighs. He wants to keep talking with you but he knows you’re right. He doesn’t want to worry Sophie. He promises he’ll talk with you in the morning and takes his leave.

In the morning, he finds that all of your things are missing and you’re nowhere to be found. He panics and races outside in his pajamas, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. He sees your head bobbing down the street, bags in your hands. He almost collapses a lung trying to chase after you.

“What are you doing??” He yells as he runs.

You flinch at his voice, recognizing it instantly, but you keep walking.

He catches up to you and wrenches your arm backwards. You drop a bag and he quickly picks it up but holds onto it.

“Why do you have all your things? Where are you going? Why are you going? You can’t just leave me like this!” His words are rushed, like they’re flooding out, like he doesn’t even know what he wants to say, just that he wants to say something, just that he needs to make you acknowledge him, to make you stay.

You reach for your bag and he yanks it back. “Howl-”

“You- you can’t leave me, damnit!” He snaps and you realize it’s been a long time since he was this mad at you. You almost smile at the thought that your departure causes him so much displeasure. It’s sweet.

“Howl, I need to go.”

“No, no, you don’t. You need to stay with me. What ever happened to best friends? What ever happened to I love you?”

“Howl.”

He doesn’t listen. He keeps rambling.

“Howl. Howl!”

His eyes snap up to yours.

“I love you, Howl.”

He shuts the fuck up.

“I’m in love with you.” You say again, letting the words sink in. He’s still reeling from the shock of it all.

You continue, “I love you, so I can’t stay. I can’t be close to you like this. I can’t keep third wheeling, I can’t keep lying awake at night, dreaming about you, listening to you sleep next door. I can’t. It’s time, I need to go.” You muster up your best smile for him. It’s much easier to grab the bag from his hands now that he’s frozen in place.

You hear him weakly mumbling things like “But I still need you” and “But you can’t leave me” and you wince, but you turn to leave anyway. He weakly grabs onto your arm again, but he’s so shaken, it’s easy to slip out of his grip.

You sigh as you take in the sad sight of him in this miserable state. “You don’t need me. You’ll be fine. You have Sophie. Everything will be fine. I wish you both happiness.” You don’t, but you say it anyway, you reassure him, because that’s what you do when you love him.

When he continues fumbling for you, his words a jumbled mess, you realize he’ll just keep coming after you, even in this weakened state, so you speak up again, “Old friend. Will you do me a favor?”

Life slowly flickers back into his eyes, as he thinks of how he can be of use to you. “Yes, anything. Anything for you.”

“Close your eyes.”

He bites his lip but hesitantly closes his eyes anyway.

You want to leave now. You want to bolt while he’s not looking. But your greed gets the better of you. You hesitate before finally making the decision to kiss him on the cheek, and you know you’ll keep that moment with you forever. You’ll hold on to the feeling of his cheek on your lips until the day you die, because you know you’ll love him until the day you die.

Then you walk away, picking up the pace as you continue down the street, hoping he doesn’t open his eyes, hoping you saved him the pain of having to watch you leave.

Many years later, you’re running errands, walking down the street at a leisurely pace, just enjoying the sun on your skin. You look up at the sky, taking in the fresh air and basking in the sunlight.

Not watching where you’re going, you crash into someone. You immediately think to apologize, but your words get swallowed down when you catch a glimpse of jet black hair.

“H-Howl?”

He blinks. And then he blinks again, this time trying to hold back tears. “Is…is it really… really you?”

A smile spreads across your face. “Hi.”

He reaches out to touch you and then he stops. You intertwine your fingers with his before he can pull his hand away. His fingers lock into place as he draws closer to you, sinking into your touch.

“You’re here.” He whispers.

You ruffle his hair. “You went back to your natural color. I like it.”

He blushes and he absentmindedly reaches up to touch the place where your hand just grazed his hair. “You… you always said you liked it better.”

You smile again. Then you let his hand go, much to his disappointment, and start looking around, looking for her. Your brows furrow in confusion when you don’t see anyone nearby. “Where’s Sofie?”

He swallows, looking down. “She, uh, she’s not… not here.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“She… we…um. We broke up. Awhile ago. Wasn’t meant to be, I guess.”

You choke on your spit. “You what? Oh you poor thing, let me get you a drink.” You start dragging him away before he can properly process what’s going on.

He thinks you’re taking him to a bar, and he’s surprised when you lead him into your house, ushering him onto one of your bar stools. He looks around while you mix up a drink for him. He realizes this place looks oddly familiar, even though he’s never been here before.

You realize he’s trying to piece together where he’s seen this place. You crack a smile. “I modeled it after that house we stayed at, in the countryside. Seems you remember it well. You like it?”

He nods, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Before he can make any proper commentary on the house, a child runs up to you and throws his arms around your leg.

You laugh and ruffle his hair. “Hey, sweetie. What’re you doing down there?”

Howl swallows, watching this interaction with bated breath. He wonders if that’s your kid. It has to be, it’s your house.

You hand Howl the freshly mixed drink and he takes a sip.

He’s about to comment on how good it is when he hears the kid say, “Mom! Up!” and he chokes on his drink.

You pick the kid up, resting him on your hip before giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Silly. What would your mother say if she heard you calling me mom? It’s auntie, remember? Now go run along and help your mom out with the laundry, okay baby?” You set the kid down and he nods before running to the backroom.

When the kid is gone, you burst into laughter. “You should’ve seen your face. I thought I was gonna die, you looked like you just had a stroke. You thought he was my kid, huh?” You turn to Howl and poke him on the nose.

He rolls his eyes and swats your hand away, seemingly unfrozen now. “Well, can you blame me?”

“He doesn’t look a thing like me,” You tease, nudging him with your elbow.

“Well he could’ve taken after your husband!” He exclaimed defensively.

“Well I don’t have a husband.”

Howl blinks. “No husband.” He repeats.

“And… no boyfriend either.” You say slowly, watching him process this information.

“And no boyfriend either.” He repeats, each word softer than the next.

Suddenly you’re interrupted by your sister waving at you as she takes her kid and her freshly done laundry out the door with her. You wave back and when you catch Howl’s shocked expression, you explain to him that you reconnected with some of your family. He’s happy for you. He always is. Your wins were always his wins. You always loved that about him.You wonder if you can dare to love him some more. If you can dare to dream.

“So… do you have anywhere to stay tonight?” You ask nonchalantly.

He bites his lip. “N-no. Just kind of been… wandering aimlessly.”

You perk up. “Well perfect, I have spare rooms.”

He blushes. “You’d let me stay here? Even after all this time?

You hop into a seat next to him. “Well yeah, aren’t we best friends? That doesn’t just go away, you know.” You nudge his shoulder. Then you dare to rest your head on it.

He freezes but then he relaxes. “This drink is pretty good, by the way.”

“Better be. I put your favorite flavors in it.”

He sits up straighter. “You remember?”

“I remember everything.”

He goes silent, lost in his thoughts.

You want to cheer him up. “Bet I can drink you under the table.”

He snorts. “Like hell you can.”

You spend the next few hours chugging drinks, laughing, catching each other up on everything non-Sofie related. She’s not important right now. Part of you hopes she’ll never come up again. Actually, most of you hopes that.

Eventually it’s time to retire, and you say you’ll draw him up a bath with his favorite scents. He smiles at you, “I’ll toast to that!” and he lifts his cup to you as you disappear into the bathroom.

You reappear to tell him it’s ready and he flushes bright red when you tell him you’ll just be right next door, taking your bath, if he needs you. He begins to soak in the tub, his mind swimming with thoughts of you. He can’t stand you being so close and yet so far away. And taking a bath. Naked, no less. Just behind that wall. He gulps and sinks deeper into the tub, trying to drown out his thoughts.

Then you call out to him and he snaps out of it. “Howl. I forgot my towel in there. Could you bring it to me?”

His eyes widen and his heart thumps in his chest. Is this what cardiac arrest feels like? He pulls himself out of the bath and shakily grabs your towel before making the trip next door.

You think he’ll just leave it outside so you get up to grab it but then he opens the door right as you step out of the bath, the water dripping down your fully naked body.

His eyes rake all over your body and he almost drops the towel in shock. But he can’t stop looking. His blood is burning in his veins, but he can’t stop looking. His lungs feel like they’re ablaze, but he can’t stop looking. You look so perfect, so heavenly.

You break the silence. “I-I thought y-you’d leave the towel outside the door.” Your cheeks flood with red.

He lets out a strangled chuckle, as his eyes continue to roam. “I… yeah, I was just… I’ll just…”

You bite your lip and it shoots his heart straight into the stratosphere.

He takes a hesitant step towards you.

You swallow.

He takes another step, taking in every inch of you.

You can’t help but do the same, admiring his bare body.

He takes another step, finally finding himself directly in front of you. “I just…” He continues and then trails off.

“Yes?” You lean in closer to him, but that’s all you do.

You’re so close to him, your breaths begin to mingle with each other.

“J-just…” He finds himself staring at your lips. Of all the parts of you to be staring at, that’s what he’s settled on. He swallows. “Just… can I…?”

“Yes.”

It only takes a second for him to swallow up all the tension between you, closing the distance, and claiming your lips in a desperate kiss. His hands wander the smooth expanse of your body, memorizing every curve. His kisses are possessive, like he needs to make his mark on you before he wakes up and finds this all a dream. His tongue moves urgently through your mouth, like he might find heaven in the back of your throat.

“Howl…” You whine.

He groans at the sound, gripping your hips tighter and pulling you flush up against him.

“Fuck. Howl, don’t stop.”

Lust flares in his eyes at your words. “I wouldn’t dream of it, I can’t get enough of you,” He pants, eager to claim your lips again.

After a couple more dizzying kisses, you murmur in a daze, “You taste better than I imagined.”

He sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck. You imagined me?”

You trace the length of his bare back, your slender fingers eliciting shivers from him. “All the time. All the damn time.”

He pushes you against the wall and you gasp at the cold tile on your back. “Howl, that’s cold!”

He smirks. “I promise I’ll warm you up.” He traces hot kisses down your neck, down your breasts, stopping to suck on a peaked nipple, before trailing his kisses further down your abdomen. He kneels in front of you, eyeing your dripping cunt. He’s waiting for permission.

“Are you gonna gawk all day or are you going to taste me?”

He chuckles at your bold words. “I’ve never heard you talk like this before. I like it.” And without another word, he brings his head in between your legs, hungrily lapping at your wet heat. Every whimper and every whine he coaxes from your lips makes him eager to taste more of you. The rough strokes of his tongue dragging itself up and down your slit overwhelms you and you think you might just come on his face. Then he jams his tongue inside you, moaning as your depths envelop him, your slick drizzling down his throat as he swallows. And you do come on his face, fist in his hair, as you moan his name.

He groans as your orgasm floods into his mouth.

You’ve not even finished all the way, the evidence of your desire still trickling down your legs, when suddenly he pulls away from you; before you can complain about his absence, he shoves his bulging erection deep inside your swollen cunt, gasping as your slick coats his cock.

“Howl!” You dig your nails into his back as you adjust to the new sensation.

He sighs, the sound filled with ecstasy. “If you keep saying my name like that, I won’t be able to last much longer.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” You gasp out.

He shakes his head, grunting as he thrusts into you. “I do. I want to enjoy every second of this.”

His fingers carve canyons into your hips as he steadies himself against your skin.

“Howl…” You groan again, letting your head fall back against the wall. “I want you. I need you.”

His eyes darken as he soaks in the sound of your whines. “I’m right here, darling.” He picks up the pace, though still restraining himself.

“And you feel so good inside me,” You bite your lip, “I bet you’d feel even better pumping your seed into me.”

He swears under his breath, but he can’t muster up the strength for anymore words, all his strength has been poured into resisting you, into resisting the urge to let go. But his strength dwindles quickly at the sight of you flushed beneath him, at the sounds of your moans echoing against the tiled walls. He slams his cock deeper and then finds his release with his tongue in your mouth, swallowing down your pleasure as he fills you up.

You both don’t move for a moment. You just stand there, shuddering, panting, holding each other for support.

Then you start to laugh and he laughs with you.

“You may as well take a bath with me since you’ve already seen me naked,” You tease, jerking a thumb towards the tub.

He grins widely. “Well, if you insist.”

“Oh, I do.” You say devilishly, leading him towards the bath.

You both slide into the tub, sighs escaping your lips, as the warm water envelops both your bodies. You snuggle up against him, soaking in the beauty of the moment.

“You know,” He says thoughtfully, “I think I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”

You lift your chin up to meet his gaze, raising an eyebrow at him. “Don’t you mean Sophie?”

He shakes his head. “I thought that’s what I wanted, but you were right there, right in front of me the whole time. I’ve only ever needed you. I…” He hesitates, but the feeling of you snug against him gives him courage, “I love you.” Then he grins. “And not just like a best friend.”

You laugh and kiss his chest. “Well how about that? I love you too.”

He beams. “Even after all this time?”

You kiss his cheek. You kiss his forehead. You kiss his lips. He sighs, savoring the feeling of your lips on his skin.

You nuzzle up against his ear and murmur, “Especially after all this time.”

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luffyvace · 1 year ago

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How aizawa courts you/relationship headcanons

y’all seem to really like the crush headcanons i did so now i’m doing him when he actually tries to court you and when your actually together :)

this is still going to be canon aizawa btw

also still fem reader in mind

okay so now that aizawa is trying to court you, like in love and wants to date

he’d be forward about it

probably waits until your at his place or yours

then as your doing whatever he’ll ask

“y/n i have something important to tell you”

“yeah? what is it, it’s not bad is it?”

“no, i actually just wanted to know if you’d like to go out somewhere with me. a date.”

your reaction may vary from shock to a knowing smile

either way you accept politely (how could you reject such a fine man?)

so you both talk about the date and end up planning it out right then and there

you decided that weekend would work fine

so after that’s settled you talk about each other’s feelings, how and why they came to be

you figured out you fell first but he fell harder :)

so your first date would be out somewhere simple yet fun and with a little less people

so there’s this place called cat island in japan

yeah

its perfect

(i hope your a cat person)

it’s exactly what you think, there’s cats everywhere search it up

there’s more cats than people actually

its heaven for him

you guys have a fun field day with cats then head back to your house

chatting and looking at the pictures you took

and yeah!

again he’s straight forward with courting

so now we’re on relationship

you guys are definitely closer now

i’ll go through a normal day for y’all then relationship things

aizawa gets up early for his job

he’ll get ready and text you to see how your doing then go to work

if you work at ua with him and live together

he likely gets up first if not y’all are up at the same time

when he’s ready he’ll wake you up if you like to sleep in

and warm the car while he waits if it’s winter (yippie he’s freezing so you don’t have to)

y’all drive to work together

you can text him throughout work but he won’t reply unless it’s important or a genuinely good question

he won’t slack off the job (EVEN THO HE SLEEPS ON IT)

anyway

if you work with him he’ll text you on break if your not already in the staff room

or if you have separate jobs he’ll still text to check up on you

makes sure you eat something

is today stressful so far?

why? vent to him.

he truly cares about your physical and mental health

once you both get home from work he’ll run you a bath and cook dinner

he’s a average cook, can cook basic things

if y’all don’t live together he’s more likely to order take out though

not always junk food sometimes he’s just tired and orders a salad. he’s upset because he knows he can make it himself but he’s just so tired

so he appreciates if you turn the tables and treat him to a bath and hot meal (if y’all moved in together)

but if y’all got your own places sometimes if your both still energized you’ll come over to one another’s house

if y’all live together he falls asleep real fast

won’t mind if you snuggle next to him

except for when he gets hot

then he turns over 😭

sometimes he’ll try to stay up to have those late night convos with you but don’t get mad if he falls asleep, it’s by accident. y’all can always continue the next night :)

he won’t snuggle you btw

just because he naturally stays on his side of the bed

he ain’t a wild sleeper

he flips from side to side

its rare to catch him on his back for more than a few minutes

LUCKY YOU HE’S NOT A BLANKET HOGGER

if you are tho

he’ll get annoyed the first few times but he won’t say anything about it

after a few nights he just gets his own blanket

if your a wild sleeper this annoys him more than hogging the blanket

he’ll tell you, you keep kicking him and slapping him in his sleep and it wakes him up

yknow your boy likes some good sleep so he doesn’t stand for you wakin him up

suggests to get two beds

but you don’t like that idea

so he’ll probably end up putting pillows in between you or sleeping in his sleeping bag on the floor 😭

if y’all stay at different places tho

its rare for y’all to have a sleepover

he doesn’t see the point in having two different houses if you just want to sleep at his

would think about moving in together

but he won’t bring it to the table unless he see’s a opportunity or feels you’d feel comfortable/like that

if you do manage to convince him he’s not staying up and playing or smth he’s literally going to sleep

if your a wild sleeper he won’t do it again

otherwise you may be able to convince him like 2 or 3 more times

dont tell mic though if mic teases him he’ll never do it again

not to spite you but out of annoyance from yamada (mic)

he just won’t feel like it anymore

btw keep your room clean or be scolded

”clean your room y/n there’s no reason you should have clothes and clutter everywhere.”

“you don’t even need half of this stuff, just clean it.”

now to genuine relationship things

well for one i’m telling you he won’t call you pet names

just

“y/n”

”why should i call you ___ if your name is y/n”

doesn’t see the point in them

you may be able to convince him a few years into the relationship to call you ��babe” or anything simple and sweet but that’s it

maybe a “n/n” occasionally

if YOU call HIM pet names tho

he wouldn’t mind :)

still doesn’t get it tho

just don’t make it anything too sappy

he’ll funny look you if you do

especially at work

or around mic and all might

would prefer if you stuck to the simple ones or a nickname tho

another thing

if your a hero, a reckless one at that, he’ll worry for you and scold you if you get injured

please don’t give this man a heart attack

”you need to be more rational”

if your already a rational person thank goodness

he’s glad he doesn’t have to babysit a whole class of students and you

random

but

if you like coffee or tea he’ll make you some before/when you get up

if you don’t live together he’ll bring you a cup if you both work at ua

if you work on weekends (idk how some people do it) he’ll bring you a cup on your lunch break

giving each other massages>>

he’s really good at it too

he’s a good person to vent to as well

especially about the stress of work because he felt that

he’ll take you on dates randomly even if y’all are in a relationship

not every week

but he’ll take the time out to spend it with you if he has some

he’s a traditional gentleman

and by that i mean buy you flowers and gifts

but not just “roses 🤓☝️“

he’ll actually take the time to learn your favorite flowers and buys you reals ones to take care of

if you don’t have a green thumb how else will you learn?

so he’ll buy them anyway

helps you take care of them though

he waters them and reminds you to if you live separately

he buys you little trinkets and gifts that BENEFIT you

not just something that’ll “collect dust” as he says

like if you tell him your vacuum breaks down every few months

he’ll RESEARCH one that doesn’t, is inexpensive and cleans well

and buy it for you :)

overall he’s a 10/10 boyfriend 100% green flag

ladies and gentlemen (and whoever’s in between)

get yourself an aizawa

enough said

have a good day/night

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aardvaark · 3 months ago

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severance s2e6 "attila" thoughts and theories (SPOILER WARNING):

reghabi saying "the gemma you know is still in there": ???????? is she ????????? is this true and lumon really straight up kidnapped her and somehow affected her far more than any other employee but still left an outie-gemma portion of her brain to exist, or an empty promise? and if it’s untrue, is reghabi lying or just not privy to whatever super weird experimental stuff that lumon was doing with "employees" like gemma? i’m really unsure whether we’re gonna actually get gemma back, considering she is clearly not like the other innies.

"did everyone sever their balls in the elevator this morning?" lmao i love helly

miss huang is interesting. she’s particularly indoctrinated in the kier culty shit. i did suspect it was some kind of internship she was doing but whattttt is windertide? is it related to that school thing that cobel was a part of? what the hell is the aim of all that, anyway?

"shared vessels" oh mark

oh god i already felt very bad for mark (re: sex with helena… well, considering she was pretending to be helly, surely that’s some kind of sexual assault, right?) but now i also feel awful for helly. not even just because he didn’t realise it wasn’t her, but because in some way, even though it’s really not his fault, that would feel so violating. the way she was shaking and needed to leave and just sat in the hallway with her arms wrapped around her… "[helena] used my body to get close to you" exactly. but i’m glad helly’s decided to take back her autonomy and have sex on her own terms.

dylan’s innie vs outie relationship with his wife cannot end well, can it? if outie dylan thinks of it as cheating, or if his wife starts to only care about innie dylan, or if she resents outie dylan, or if innie dylan becomes too jealous of the life with his wife and kids that he’s being prevented from remembering… someeeething is gonna go wrong.

milchick being so focused on doing the paperclips "right" that his hands are shaking and being cruel to himself in the mirror. this terrible company!! he’s not even severed but lumon still treats him like shit, like he’s lesser than them, and there’s so much pressure on him to be 110% perfect. cobel got away with so much more when she was in his position (not just in secret either) as a white woman.

shit, lumon knows petey was reintegrating so if they realise any of mark’s current symptoms match petey’s from just before he left… that would probably not be very good.

nooooo outie burt is very pro-lumon/pro-severance procedure! and lowkey it sounds like he did something particularly bad in his youth, to be so certain that he’s not going to heaven (especially while his husband does believe he’s going to heaven and also thinks burt is going to hell. that’s pretty fucked up).

HELENA ALERT. the way i would run if i was mark. but of course outie mark only knows a tiny fraction of what she’s done. for now.

um. so helena says she "can’t imagine" what the overtime contingency felt like for outie-mark. so she’s still acting like she really wasn’t *also* affected by the OTC. surely that Situation TM during her speech made enough news that outie mark would hear about it, and surely he’d realise it’s not a coincidence that it happened right when he really did have his innie take over?? can’t believe people would buy that she was just drunk and "joking" during that speech, but it makes sense that helena would assume outie-mark believed it considering he’s still with the company. i bet there’s a huge "she was joking" vs "it was really her innie" debate going on in the general public.

at least now outie mark knows helena is dodgy because of how she brought up gemma and all that.

OH. burt’s been with lumon since about 8+ years before the severance procedure was (apparently) invented! and it’s all very hush-hush and implied that he perhaps WAS severed all the way back then. maybe that’s what he’s thinks he’s going to hell for…

fields is lowkey more fun than outie-burt. wrt thinking innies deserve love and whatnot.

"let’s do it. tonight" [camera pans to reghabi eating ice cream or soemthing straight out of the tub curled up on the couch]. i love reghabi. damn it mark, she was having a quiet night in! oh well, it seems like ethically & legally dubious neurological experiments are her passion anyway. she’s probably having fun prying his brain open. she does look worried though…

i love the two wave forms implying one consciousness can be so perfectly distinguished from the other. i feel like that’s not a thing but i’m gonna go with it.

devon! my beloved! ooo she kinda has a crush on a woman? awesome. hope she exposes what that lady + her husband from baby camp are doing.

imagine ur at ur brothers house and he collapses and ur really worried and then a woman youve never seen before who was clearly hiding up until now appears and tells you not to touch him. devon’s not having fun!

#severance #severance spoilers #severance theories #severance attila #severance s2e6 #wren speaks

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crazylittlejester · 11 months ago

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how do you imagine each of the Chain's voices? 👀

- hero-of-the-wolf

kissing you on the mouth (/p) for asking me this because i actually have so many thoughts and opinions about this (disclaimer these are just my personal headcanons)

Time: Not deep sounding, but it is low, if that makes any sense. I think his voice sounds very solid and strong, but he’s very soft spoken. It can carry if he needs it to and he can sound commanding, but he tends to speak more quietly. He doesn’t typically have a lot of emotion in his voice, and he struggles a bit with his tone. Sometimes he sounds a lot more flat than he intends to. I also think he has a slight stutter. (As far as like overall pitch, i’d put him somewhere similar to Christian Bale as Howl in Howl’s Moving Castle)

Warriors: A bit higher than Time’s but not by much, though because of the way he talks when he’s masking and doing his Captain Persona, it sounds higher than it really it. He’s way too good words he can get whatever he wants and you can hear it in the way he speaks when he’s trying to get information out of people. There is absolutely a difference in his voice depending on who he’s talking to and for what reason (I don’t think Warriors SOUNDS like him, but an example of what I mean would be BG3’s Astarion with how differently he sounds depending on who he’s talking to). He sounds much different when he’s with the chain, his voice gets lower as he gets more relaxed, and similarly to Time, when Warriors isn’t literally acting he’s very soft spoken. He’s not a loud person, no to me anyways, his voice is quiet and smooth and easy to listen to. You can hear the gentleness in it, and when he’s being genuine you can hear his emotions in his voice incredibly clearly. And it’s when he feels like he can be himself that a little bit of his real accent slips through. When’s he’s acting more like ‘Captain Link’ he is SIGNIFICANTLY louder. His voice sounds full and solid and it CARRIES across fields. He has good breath support and is really good at projecting without actually ruining his voice, which took him a while to learn how to do. He thinks about everything he’s going to say before he opens his mouth and he takes the time to clearly annunciate his words (when he’s masking, because he has to he perfect and he’s used to court life), but in situations where he’s overwhelmed or exhausted he stalls a lot and drags out his words. He is the easiest to understand out of the whole group for the most part though, because of how clearly he speaks

Twilight: Now I personally think he’d have a bit of a mid pitched voice, his isn’t low by any means, but it’s not high either. He’s in his early twenties and sounds like it. Sometimes the accent makes it hard for the others to understand him because he’ll smash a bunch of words together in ways the others have simply never heard, or oddly emphasize certain syllables. His voice isn’t as clear as Warriors’s is, it’s got a little bit of a raspy quality to it that’s a lot more noticeable when he’s talking softly than if he’s just talking normally. He’s a quiet person in general to me, but his voice is at that pitch where even if he isn’t talking super loud it’s the one you hear first in a group of people. Like how if a bunch of people are talking all at once there’s always that one person who may not be talking super loudly but because of the pitch of their voice it just carries for some reason and you hear it more clearly. That’s Twi

Sky: Okay to me, Sky has the deepest voice of the whole chain. It has an odd almost melodic quality to it that is completely unintentional on Sky’s part, and he is the kind of person you could listen to read something for hours. His voice is very full and solid sounding, but he speaks gently in an almost unsettling way, like there’s power hidden behind his voice he refuses to use. Listening to him you can just hear that he’d have a strong voice, but he doesn’t ever yell or speak very loudly (unless they’re on the battlefield). This is a guy who could easily command armies but chooses to be laid back and you can hear it in his voice and the way he speaks

Hyrule: Somehow sounds 12 and 19 at the same time. His voice being on the higher end really doesn’t help him seem his age to people who are trying to guess it. It has its moments where it sounds solid but sometimes it has almost a squeaky tone to it. I think he’d sound similar to Hiro from Big Hero 6

Legend: His voice almost has a hollow, raspy sound to it, like he screamed and broke it one too many times and now it’s just stuck like that. I believe in my heart he has an (Irish) accent that he’s trained himself to hide but it slips out occasionally. He tries to speak clearly but he’s a very fast talker, especially if you get him going about something he’s passionate about. Voice quality and pitch wise, I think he’d sound similar to Edward Elric’s english voice, specifically in Brotherhood, but Legend’s voice would be more raspy

Wild: His voice is incredibly raspy and cracks like crazy if he tries to speak loudly at all. It’s hard to hear what it might’ve sounded like before the accident, his voice almost sounds like a whisper but at a normal speaking volume. It’s a bit hard for him to express emotions in his voice but he can more than make up for it in facial expressions and hand gestures, as well as just sign language

Four: On the lower end, somewhere between Twilight and Warriors. He’s quiet in the sense that he doesn’t speak often, but when he actually talks he does so clearly and at a normal volume, I wouldn’t call him soft spoken. He can sound a bit blunt and to the point when he chimes in, but when he’s really excited about something cool he found his voice gets a lot higher. He has a solid voice, it doesn’t crack often at all

Wind: Bless his heart his voice sounds a bit like a crinkling chip bag /j He’s very loud, Time has had to ask him to speak a little quieter more than once when Wind chose him and Warriors to infodump about boats to, and he has a very hard time controlling his volume when he gets excited. Once his voice settles to the pitch it’s going to stay, he’ll have a smooth sounding, solid voice. But for now it’s frustratingly crackly and he hates it. That’s definitely not stopping him from talking Warriors’s ear off

apologizes if things aren’t coherent im having a day where im very bad with words, also sorry for weird spelling errors or oddly autocorrected words

#THANKS FOR ENABLING ME TO YAP #im gonna pass tf out now ough that was a lot of words #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu headcanons #jes talks #jes ask

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miainthestarsss · 2 months ago

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YANG JUNGWON — UNCONDITIONALLY || PART ONE

Warning — Angst, longing, Slow-burn, Drifting apart, Unspoken love and separation

Synopsis — Jungwon and Dahlia grew up together in a peaceful village, their bond unbreakable as they shared carefree moments in nature. He was the lively, cheerful boy, while she was the thoughtful, quiet girl who kept him grounded. However, Dahlia’s aspirations led her to Australia, causing their once-close relationship to fade as time and distance took a toll. Despite initial promises to stay in touch, their connection slowly diminished, leaving them as distant memories.

Trope — Childhood best-friend to strangers.

Pairing — non idol¡Jungwon x OC

They lived next door to each other in two modest homes, separated by a wooden fence that Jungwon had learned to climb as soon as he could walk. Dahlia’s backyard had the better tree—a wide oak with sturdy branches, perfect for climbing and a swing her dad had built. Naturally, Jungwon spent more time in her yard than his own.

“Higher!” she’d shout as he pushed her on the swing, her laughter filling the warm summer air.

“If you fall, it’s not my fault,” he’d reply, gripping the ropes tighter but giving her another shove anyway.

She’d kick her legs out, fearless, her hair flying behind her. And he’d just grin, watching her, thinking there was nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing.

They grew up together like this, side by side. In the summers, they ran barefoot through the fields, chasing after dragonflies and collapsing in the grass when they got tired. Dahlia would point out the shapes in the clouds—“That one looks like a ship!”—while Jungwon would just lie there, squinting at the sky, pretending to see whatever she did.

In the winters, they built forts out of snow and stayed up late huddled under blankets, sharing a flashlight and reading comics they’d pooled their pocket money to buy. Dahlia always got to hold the flashlight—Jungwon said it was because she was the better reader, but really, he just liked watching her get so into the stories.

When they started school, things stayed the same—at least for a while. Jungwon was the boy who could make anyone laugh, always getting into harmless trouble but somehow charming his way out of it. Dahlia was quieter, the kind of student who always had her hand raised, her notes neat and color-coded.

“Why do you take school so seriously?” Jungwon had asked one day, leaning back in his chair while Dahlia furiously scribbled down notes during recess.

“Why don’t you?” she shot back without looking up.

“I don’t need to,” he said, grinning. “I’ll just copy yours later.”

She shoved his arm, but when the time came, she let him borrow her notes anyway.

They were inseparable, the kind of friendship that made people smile knowingly when they saw them together. Dahlia’s parents adored Jungwon, always inviting him over for dinner, and Jungwon’s mom would sneak her extra cookies whenever she visited.

“Why doesn’t he just move in with us?” Dahlia’s dad had joked one evening.

Jungwon, who was halfway through his second helping of rice, grinned. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Things began to shift as they got older, though neither of them said it out loud. There was a warmth in the way Jungwon would wait for her after school, walking her home even if it meant taking the long way. And Dahlia found herself lingering on the moments when his hand brushed hers, wondering if he noticed too.

But they never talked about it.

By the time they reached high school, the differences between them became more pronounced. Dahlia was the top student in their class, always studying, always pushing herself. Jungwon was just as smart, but he preferred to wing it, relying on his natural charm and quick thinking to get by.

“You’re going to get caught one day,” she warned him after catching him copying homework from a classmate.

“Nah,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “I’m too smooth.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything else.

He never told her that the only reason he tried at all was because he didn’t want to fall behind her.

Their little village felt smaller as they got older. Dahlia started talking about her plans for the future, about universities and scholarships and everything she wanted to achieve. Jungwon listened, nodding along, but deep down, he felt a weight settling in his chest.

“Where do you want to go?” she asked him one evening as they sat on the swing in her backyard.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“You should,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “You’re smarter than you think, you know.”

He glanced at her, the fading sunlight casting a golden glow on her face. “Yeah, I know.”

The summer after their final year of high school, Dahlia got the news she had been waiting for. She had been accepted into a university in Australia—her dream school.

She told Jungwon first, dragging him to their usual spot under the big oak tree in the field.

“I got in,” she said, her voice trembling with excitement.

Jungwon’s face lit up. “Dahl, that’s amazing!”

But as the words left his mouth, the weight in his chest grew heavier. She was leaving.

“When do you go?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

“In a few months,” she said, looking down at the grass.

The weeks leading up to her departure were a blur. Dahlia was busy preparing for her move, packing boxes and filling out forms. Jungwon helped where he could, but there was a tension between them that neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

One evening, just days before she was set to leave, they found themselves sitting by the ocean. The waves lapped gently at the shore, the sky a wash of pink and orange.

“Dahl,” he said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah?”

“Promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t forget me.”

She turned to him, her eyes filled with an intensity he wasn’t expecting. “I could never forget you, Won.”

They sat in silence after that, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

The day she left, Jungwon stood by the gate at the airport, watching as she hugged her parents goodbye.

“Take care of yourself,” she said, her voice shaking.

“You too,” he replied, forcing a smile. “You’ll visit, right?”

“Of course,” she said, though she wasn’t sure when she’d have the chance.

“And you’ll call?”

“Every day,” she promised, though neither of them knew how difficult that would be.

He pulled her into a tight hug, holding on as if letting go would make her disappear. “I’ll miss you,” he whispered.

“I’ll miss you too,” she replied, her voice breaking.

As she walked away, he felt a part of himself go with her.

At first few months, they kept in touch. She sent him photos of her campus, the library, the friends she was making. He told her about the village, how things were the same but different without her— about how Mrs. Lee’s cat had kittens, how the bakery they always go to after school to ‘study’ but ended up gossiping, had introduced a new flavor of bread, how the fields were still as green as ever.

But as the months turned into years, their conversations became less frequent.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve been so busy,” she’d say, her texts coming days, sometimes weeks, after his.

“No worries,” he’d reply, though he couldn’t hide the disappointment.

Dahlia was overwhelmed with her studies, her schedule packed with lectures, assignments, and internships. She barely had time to eat or sleep, let alone reply to the dozens of messages sitting unread on her phone.

Jungwon tried to be patient. He knew how hard she was working, how much this opportunity meant to her. But every unanswered message, every missed call, felt like a crack in the foundation of their friendship.

“Dahl, how are you?”

That was one of the last messages he sent her.

It sat unread in her inbox for weeks, then months.

Years passed.

The village stayed the same, but Jungwon didn’t. He grew quieter, more reserved. He spent less time at the ocean and more time working with his family, helping on the shop and taking care of the house while

Every time he saw her parents, they’d tell him how well she was doing, how proud they were of her. He’d smile and nod, pretending like it didn’t hurt to hear her name.

Jungwon stayed in the village, helping his family with the farm and the shop while Dahlia built a new life for herself in Australia, her days consumed by lectures and assignments.

He tried not to think about her, but it was impossible. Every corner of the village reminded him of her—the swing in her backyard, the tree in the field, the ocean they used to sit by.

She, too, thought of him in quiet moments, wondering if he still sat under the oak tree, if he still watched the sunset by the ocean.

But life had a way of pulling them further and further apart.

#jungwon x reader #jungwon #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen #books #unrequited love #childhood best friends #yang jungwon #jungwon oneshots #jungwon fanfic #enhypen x yn #enhypen x oc #authors

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blizzardfluffykpop · 1 year ago

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Camellia

Summary: He’d give you everything you ever wanted if you asked for it. He gave you his heart, as you gave him his. And if you asked for the moon, he’d throw a lasso around it and pull it down for you.

Fluff, Angst? (Existential? Worries of Unfaithfulness?), Mafia au, Slightly Suggestive, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,563

Minghao (The8) X Reader

[Mentions: Chan and Wonwoo]

Not Requested

Prompt: 8. (Bias) giving you frosted flowers

(Influences: RPS episode from Going SVT, and Highlight/IDUBILY performance from the Follow concert-movie. (Oh, and “It’s a Wonder Life”))

[A/n: Little different then how I usually write- but the china line has done numbers on my brain. But please enjoy anyways. Oh, and a special thanks to @jinkoh for pulling me further down the rabbit hole. Also, it's prompt 8 with the8 hehe~]

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As a mafia man, he can get anything he wants, any time he wants it. So, if you wanted the moon, he’d throw a lasso around it and pull it in for you. And when you mentioned in passing that you really enjoyed these frosted flowers that you saw all over your socials. He knew what he had to do. And when he asked you about them, you’d shrug and go, ‘It’s no big deal, they’re probably just fake anyway.’ He’d have his men figure it out.

When he started dating you, he knew you were the one with how you calmed him. You quailed his angry heart, the heart that only ever wanted revenge and to watch the world burn for his childhood. But you, you were like a summer breeze that overtook his mind. You made him realize what it felt like to cool down, and finally start healing that part of himself. And when he had to lend you the reins, he saw just how perfect you were for him.

It was six months into your relationship when he had gotten sick. And he had asked you to oversee his operations. He never told you, but he watched the cameras through his phone to make sure you were safe. Although he knew you were good with a gun and a knife now, he still worried. He smiled as he watched you. At first, his lackeys were iffy. You had just started being his partner, not their boss. So, they were rolling their eyes and the second they stopped talking over you. You turned ruthless, and if he felt better, he’d be doing more than just watching you. And they instantly fell into line, following your every instruction even after he got better. While he has found you attractive from the moment you walked into his life. He fell even harder in love with you the second he saw your capabilities on the field. You were stronger and sweeter than he could have ever imagined. So, whatever you wanted, even if it was small, like a side-off request. He’d get it for you.

While he was still a ruthless and fast mafia boss, he still took time to be quiet and slow with you. He sees your woes as his own and cares for them kindly. When you’ve had a bad day, he’ll make sure his men take care of it while he takes care of you. You became his number-one priority faster than he could speak. For the fastest-working man in the business and the quickest on his feet, you’d leave him stunned and speechless. Unable to breathe just because you said, ‘Hi’. He prays that you never walk in when he’s interrogating someone, or he’d be dumbstruck and forget his own name.

And while it wasn’t a request, and it was just something you saw, he asked everyone around his estate. Wondering if they knew any florists who could get him real frosted flowers. Someone who would ensure the flowers live long and prosper even with the frost on them. It took a week before he found the man who could make it happen. Wonwoo, while he was associated with another mafia, Minghao knew he was the only one who could make his lover's dreams come true. So, he did what any sensible man would do, and informed him that he was only there for flowers not for business. And Wonwoo agreed to curate them, even though their relations were tense at the time. After all, that’s why he opened his shop after his mafia had soared to rival Minghao’s. And after a few visits at the floral shop, he got not one but three versions of the same flower.

One of the gifts was tea he'd make for you after showing you everything he got you. He barked orders to the others as he headed to the base, your guy's home, “You better make sure none of those pesky rats are following us. I know they okayed my flowers, but they better stay the hell away.” Chan immediately went, “Yes, sir, right away, sir.” He stayed behind in his souped-up Lincoln, waiting and checking his mirrors. All was clear as Minghao drove safely to the base. No one dared to follow him except his men as he sped home. When he arrived home, after opening various locks, he walked to his part of the house, his door opening with an eyeball scan. While the others accompanying him, except Chan, went to their parts of the estate. He walked through the door, kicked off his shoes, and ensured you weren’t around before heading to the kitchen, where he found you.

He pouted but quickly shook it off and set the planter and bags aside before coming around the island. You were on alert the second he said, “Baby?” You turned around fast, pointing a buttered knife at him. He moved back, and you quickly apologized, “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.” He laughs, “It’s okay.” You put it down and said, “You’re home sooner than I expected. Why’s that?” He holds back his smile before moving his hand out from behind his back and showing you a bouquet of frosted camellias. You blink at him, trying not to cry, and yet you still do as you accept them from his hands. “How did you get these?” He smiles, “I pulled a few strings, but it was easy.” You squint, “Nothing bad, right?” He shakes his head immediately, and you happily hug the bouquet to your chest before moving it into one hand and opening your arms for him.

He happily accepts your affections and wraps his arms around you tightly, “You didn’t have to.” You whisper into his chest, and he laughs, “I wanted to.” You mumble, and he asks you to repeat it. And you ask, “But why?” And he sighs softly, “You want the moon? Just say the word, and I’ll throw a lasso around it.” You move your head up to look him in the eyes, “Hao…” He smiles, “What?” You shake your head and lift your hand to run your fingers through his long hair, “I love you, you softie.” He waits for you to pause your movements before kissing your forehead, “I love you too, baby.” You pull away, untangling your fingers from his hair. When you sniff the flowers, you get a good look at them and realize they’re camellias. “Don’t these mean love, affection, beauty, and refinement?” He hums and says, “Excellence and faithfulness, too.” You look him in the eyes, “Do you mean every word?” He smiles, looking deeply into your eyes, “Every word.”

It’s always been a silly worry implanted into your head that someone as powerful as him would want loads of lovers. But he only wants you, that he’ll always stay faithful to you. “Positive?” You ask one more time just in case, and he smiles. He grabs your hand and raises it to his lips, “I promise to always remain faithful to you and only you.” Before kissing your hand and continuing, “I vowed it the second I laid eyes on you. You’re the only one for me.” You try not to let your tears fall as he goes, “I got two other things for you.” You whine, “Hao!” And he giggles, “I know. But I want to give you everything I can.” You shake your head at him, and he pulls away, walking around the island. And picks up and puts a large pot on the counter, “There are the same flowers, not frosted, but grown throughout gentle winter conditions.” You nod, and he smiles as you look at them more thoroughly. After you look over the beautiful blooms, he puts the tea box on the counter, “I thought we could have a tea ceremony with it.” You smile, “I’d love to.”

While he begins prepping for the ceremony, you finish buttering your bread and bring the two slices over. You join him on the ground, just by your balcony door. He pours out the first cup before pouring you a glass and him one. You drink it and take in the warmth and tranquility. Maybe it was the calm before the storm. Maybe tomorrow will be different. But what you both have is right and right now. And that's all you two needed.

He has you both meditate, and all you can think as you close your eyes is that not every day you have is promised with him. You sigh. Is tomorrow ever really promised to anyone? No. And while he may have a dangerous living. As long as he was precautious, as he always is, he'd be okay. And he'd always return to your arms. And if the beautiful queens of winter, the camellia flowers, can survive the winter. So could the two of you. When you finally open your eyes, you see him contentedly staring at you, “What?” He grins, “You look so beautiful.” “Hao!” He giggles, “I love catching you off guard.” “Whatever you say, my handsome prince.” He blushes at that, and you can't help but smirk. It would be okay. Because if one of you needed anything or wanted something. Whether it was from the smallest of things to the largest of problems, you'd have each other's back.

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calsvoid · 9 months ago

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for the character ask 002 Bobby Nash

(I love how you're fighting with polls, I also hate that you can't delete them)

character ask game

reply threads are so great tumblr can you make a fucking x button for polls

anyway

version two — give me a character and i will tell you:

how I feel about this character:

i need to fuck that old man

and then also hold him tight and keep him safe because he needs stability and love in his life and let him know that he never needed to be perfect or even great and the pain he suffered wasn’t a punishment it was just life and it’s not his time yet

all the people I ship romantically with this character:

it’s athena it’s just athena who else no one could beat THE athena grant they’re soulmates i love them they’re so perfect each other THE married couple of all time even if i wanted to ship anyone else i couldn’t because she’s literally right there and nobody else matters

my non-romantic OTP for this character:

will never not hate rockmond for taking away bobby and michael bestieism from me they were perfect together husbands in law besties god brought them together because god can be kind sometimes and by god i mean tim there was always support between the two of them and they were so good at communicating their issues and urghhh just every scene between the two of them is amazing

also him and the kids like the firehouse field trip and all his moments with may and always caring about them ugh i love this family if they don’t give me more moments next season ill fight someone

my unpopular opinion about this character:

i think the only one i have remotely is that i don’t want him to retire yet, i think they absolutely could do well with it (especially if that one food truck idea gets followed through ppeawepleaseoleasepleawepleaseeapsleapslewapslw) but ill just miss him as captain even though i know his attitude towards his job isn’t like athena’s so it might happen but ill be sad because change is hard

one thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

um his fucking house didn’t burn down

no bc i get it but oh my fucking god BRING THE GRANT NASH HOUSE BACK TO ME TIM YOU ARE EVIL AND YOU BETTER BE READY WHEN I FIND YOU

also my previous answer before season seven probably would’ve been more details on his childhood but guess what tim hates me and he wants to make both me and my husband suffer through the horrors

my OTP:

me and bobby

lol no it’s bathena of course it is, they are such a beautiful couple and i’m on my rewatch and “thanks for coming to get me” “always” never fails to make me a believer in true love like it is insane how much love you can pack into one word they’ve always got each other’s backs and they are just soooo in love they’re everything to me

my crossover ship:

once again no one because i’m not big into crossovers unless real life counts then it’s me and bathena

a headcanon fact:

i like to think after he retires he’ll be a lot more involved in charity work and whatnot, like he’d probably still help a lot with the 118 fundraisers and then do more with his local church. he and buck would probably make homemade meals and donate them to a shelter idk i just think it’s cute. and the firefam kids help too because kindness and volunteer hours

#911 #bathena #bobby nash

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sukirichi · 9 months ago

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NO FR!! cuz he was just an insecure boy forced into a life he was never meant to live, he was supposed to be frolicking in fields and making flower crowns for a living, not being kidnapped by some power hungry psycho who deemed his current life to be too pitiful.

like don’t get me wrong, my heart is a little broken for omi, but like you’re so good at building chemistry between characters - i think no matter who was endgame, i would’ve been heartbroken.

but i really hope the suna’s get to have a humble quiet life, maybe with a kid and a flower field perfect for harvesting and making crowns out of. (also just the symbolism and parallels of a flower crown compared to the heavy bejewelled crowns they’d worn before would be so😭🥲🥲🥲)

wait pause - there’s still two chapters left tho💀, so who knows maybe rin isn’t end game and he actually does end up being more like a platonic partner and omi comes back 😗

- shhh anon

“he was forced into a life he was never meant to live.” yes!! omg i actually like, think about this a lot like what if rin had grown up with his biological parents, what could’ve happened! so anyways i’m going to be yapping here BUT me thinks that if he’d lived normally, they would’ve struggled financially, yknow, but maybe rintaro could’ve realized that whoa hey he’s actually pretty good at volleyball so he lands a scholarship in this really nice school and he’s somewhat decent in his academics either. and his parents are just so supportive of him, like they try their best to support rintaro in reaching his dreams. but also i think that in this timeline, he would still meet dtd!yn because i think she’d be close to tobio, who is a great volleyball player and she accompanies tobio in his inter-high competitions, bumps into rintaro, and its just!! SPARKS FLYYYY but also rintaro kinda distances himself from her because obviously she’s like way beyond his league soooo... ALSO HELLO? FLOWER CROWNS? the symbolism tho omg 😭

also GAHSJKA thank you!! honestly i was pretty firm in the endings i had chosen but writing omi and rin’s relationships with the reader was honestly such a journey that i actually got very confused too like? who should i choose? even i myself can’t really say which one is more suitable for us because YESSS even though omi is the obvious better option, we also can’t deny that dtd!yn has a deeper connection with rin. yes, she loves kiyoomi, she wants to be with him, but her heart has never questioned that rin means a lot to her. “i think no matter who was the endgame, i would’ve been heartbroken.” honestly me too!! i’ve thought about how it would go if the other was endgame and like... i feel like no one is winning because i don’t want either of them to hurt any more than they already do 😭

suna living a life in the fields!! i talk about this with my friend a lot and we loveee the concept of farmer suna so much, we have so much thoughts on it <3 YEAH two more chapters left so we really don’t know! anything can happen at this point *evil laughter*

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series: dusk till dawn #shhh anon #long ask

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jimmy-valmer-official · 2 years ago

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Gonna be so random and unnecessarily insane about this for a minute but I made a pokémon team for Jimmy. Word vomit and some pictures under the cut.

First off, the best candidate I could think of for him to have as a partner pokemon is a Raichu. The color pallet is perfect and the concept is even more so… he could use the electric abilities to power up his microphone and cameras and stuff (he probably gets shocked a bunch of times through his crutches though).

Anyways. His Raichu could have a little microphone and sit on his shoulder while he preforms. It’s perfect. See my vision? I already drew it in a previous post.

The next pokemon I can see him having is a Mr. Mime, unsurprisingly. It has a fun-oriented personality, looks like a clown, yada yada. But the main reason I thought of it was because Jimmy showed interest in making impressions of people during his debut, and what is Mr. Mime if not an impressionist?

I think his Mr. Mine could easily be a leading inspiration for him or a breath of fresh air after getting back from a tiring comedy show. Maybe both. Sometimes it stars in the shows… Definitely has a boisterous personality that Jimmy is completely unphased by.

Coming up third is a Jigglypuff. I’ve seen a lot of people give him a Jigglypuff, and honestly? King shit. Solely wanted to put one on his team because the idea of him getting pranked and like, being put to sleep unconventionally and then waking up to a drawing of a million dicks on his forehead is both super funny and definitely something that he’d find hilarious.

Definitely attainted it on accident, and loves it to bits. Also, they definitely play pranks together as well. That’s a very crucial part of their friendship.

Also. It just has that look in its eyes.

Okay. I wanted to add some bigger pokemon now, and after some debating, I settled on a Stoutland and a tauros. Here’s why.

First off, again, the color pallets are amazing. But to be more specific. I wanted Jimmy to have a loyal and older partner to balance put the wonky first three. Because even though Jimmy loves messing around, he also has a very clear set of morals and isn’t solely a silly little guy. A dog-like pokemon fit him pretty well (i think hes an in-betweener when it comes to cats vs. dogs, but most cat pokemon are pretty snarky and i dont think he’d be a huge fan of that), and Stoutland is the perfect partner for anyone.

I’d say Stoutland is his main traveling partner, but he’d only ride on his back if he was really tired. They mostly just walk together, and they have a really close bond. Stoutland is definitely his number one emotional support system.

Tauros, on the other hand, is a pokemon that caught my eye because it matches his zodiac sign (we have the same sign and im a nerd, sue me) and tends to be more stubborn. Which fits, because Jimmy is also stubborn. He literally almost got himself shot because he refused to put advertisements in his newspaper.

I think that since Tauros is naturally built like a tank, it’d make a good battling partner. Jimmy would definitely use it just to intimidate people on the field, and I can see it as one of his main (if not the main) battler. But I also think that it’d have a very sweet nature, and maybe it was one of his first pokemon. It probably tried to kill him when they first met.

And lastly, I’m going to put my foot down and say with confidence that he would have a Nickit on his team.

Just hear me put.

Nathan’s a tricky guy, and he’s also literally the only person in the world that actively hates Jimmy. Jimmy isn’t even really aware of this either. And Nickits are very similar to Nathan in the sense that they often cause trouble.

I think that Nathan, at some point in his quest to make Jimmy’s life terrible (or kill him), gifted him a Nickit as a “friendly gesture” in hopes that it’d cause him trouble. And Jimmy would without a doubt accept the gift.

Nathan’s plans always backfire though, so I think that even if the Nickit caused trouble, Jimmy would find a way to befriend it eventually. He’d probably make an effort to understand it and end up gaining its trust.

Anyways. I think the Nickit would be a fun contrast to Jimmy and could add some small conflicts by stealing and starting shit. And Jimmy would just be chasing it around like “Oh, sorry about that miss, im not sure why hes acting like this today” after nickit steals an entire breadloaf or something (and not for the first time, either— maybe Jimmy has a little too much faith in its ability to behave). Maybe it even joined the Bloods too, who knows.

And thats it?? I had a lot of fun putting this together and coming up with everything. I might change some stuff and draw some stuff later, who knows.

Thanks for reading if you did! I had to get it out of my system.

#jimmy valmer #south park #sp #pokemon #pokemon team #headcanons

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Meet Emmalyn Helton

A former psychology professor at Foxbury Institute turned entrepreneur running a successful bakery and cafe serving the Britechester community. Emmalyn is the daughter of Simon Helton, the mayor of Willow Creek, and Lillian Helton, a renowned bestselling novelist, and sister of Sierra Helton, a well-sought-after playwright. Growing up, Emmalyn did what was expected of her. She got all A’s, dotted her I’s, and crossed her T’s. She learned proper etiquette by the time she turned 11– prim and proper, the star child Simon always wanted, though he expected to have a Jr. to pass on his family name. Emmalyn fit the role perfectly though. The press loved her. Simon brought her and Sierra along on campaign tours to help seal the deal as a beloved father and husband. As Emmalyn grew older, the pressure only grew stronger and she started to feel less free to express herself— she knew how to play the role of the perfect daughter, but who was she aside from a politician’s daughter? Like her mother, she was incredibly creative. She loved baking, a skill she picked up from many summers visiting her maternal grandmother, Savannah out in the rolling hills of Henford. Simon enjoyed Emmalyn’s baked goods like everyone else but constantly did his best to persuade her to stick to a more prestigious route for her future. She could do it on the side as long as she focused on what actually makes money and commands respect. Simon persuaded her to look into politics since she knew the ins and outs already, but she settled for the path of obtaining a PhD. While in college, she encountered men like her father— charming, ambitious, and full of themselves. It was familiar. Weren’t men supposed to lead anyway? So, she let them lead her right into chaos and a broken heart. Most of the guys she dated were in short-lived relationships, but one guy really messed with her head. Donovan “Don” Lothario. Born and raised in Oasis Springs, he was also a child of a politician— governor of Oasis Springs and a cherished alumni at UBrite. For Emmalyn to date, a guy like Don would only boost connections for her dad to reach the type of status he’d only dreamed of. The governor was very close with the Landgraabs who had been looking to expand their operations out East. Then, Don ghosts Emmalyn out of the blue. Things had just started to escalate with their relationship and she just knew he was going to propose soon. Instead, his non-committed self realized they moved way too quick and he was in no way ready to settle down. He enjoyed playing the field even though he told Emmalyn he loved her and flaunted her around campus. Come graduation day, he disappears. No one could tell her where he’s gone. Completely wiped socials. Heartbroken, Emmalyn blames herself for not doing more or being too much— she honestly can’t pinpoint what went wrong and why. She did everything he asked her to do. He told her to dye her hair blond, to stop wearing heels because she was practically towering over him, and even gave up sushi because he thought it was disgusting to eat raw fish. And here she was, single, confused, but holding a Masters in psychology… shouldn’t she have seen the signs? She dove deeper into her studies and decided she would pursue becoming a professor and then, she‘d seek tenure. Her students loved her! They loved how she gracefully carried herself, brought in the occasional platter of baked goods for early morning classes and was straightforward with them. She published numerous research articles and secured adequate funding per the university guidelines. And yet, she was denied tenure. Constantly overlooked by inconsiderate people, she faced a turning point. From that point on, she decided to live her life for herself, no more chasing accolades in hopes someone would see her and validate her worth. Welcome to “Layers of Perspective”

#the sims 4 #the sims story #show us your sims #sims 4 machinima #coming soon #layers of perspective

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This wasn’t supposed to take me that long to reply to but I got mobbed by irl shit but um anyways

No because that’s what I’m saying idk why there’s a need to give everyone a backstory and make everyone relevant instead of focusing on better developing a certain set of people like realistically unless they’re really going to expand on the whole bllkverse post-Isagi protag storyline which is highly unlikely….

LMAOOOOO speaking of my comment from earlier too lowk I bet Kunigami could pop out something sassy every now and then!! Gives you an excuse to keep the non-ginger male lead streak going LOL

But FRRRRR the fact that they all acknowledge he’d treat a girl right so real and literally I’m ngl I laughed off the ln as a goofy moment like lmaooo ok no social skills bros stalking but WHAT WAS THAT PROFILE??? Literally jaw on the floor speechless I’m going to pretend I didn’t read that

Otoya would be so happy that eightbit is hyping him up sm I need more scenes of that for Karasu too I’m lowk a little sad the pose of him standing on (?) the ball just didn’t have the same vibe as the manga (don’t get me wrong still not bad but ykwim)

LMAOOO shippers will fr take whatever crumb of interaction (or even lack thereof) they can get im crying though I still can’t get over how a sukuna ship found its way to bllk

Wait I’m also still not over that how did not a single soul request nagi???? Ngl maybe I should’ve sent one in I was under the assumption that he would’ve been a no brained though so uh. But LMAOO it’s funny reading this in hindsight so I guess you’ve settled on an otoya req it seems it’s back to otoyalations everyone

BAROU???????? HIDDEN BAROU CAMEO lmao I’m crying you really said “yeah no romance for Kunigami”

OH HEAH I SAW THAT you’d be glad to know that when I saw that my first thought was hollyhock before anything else LMAOOOOO Omg but Rin being hollyhock y/n’s number one fan I can see it thatd be so funny

LMAO the next sae one you have to make should be that really…um..interestingly proportioned one…from like the first few chapters of the manga (I’m pretty certain I passed by a goofy post of yours with it somewhat recently)

Karasu flying across the field to jump on his teammates back and hype up the goals LMAOOO truly THE biggest bird on the field (I’m thinking of a very specific tiktok audio that I haven’t heard in awhile so if you know which one I’d be pretty impressed)

So real I’m also planning to watch it all in one go maybe even along with s1?? Actually maybe this calls for episode nagi then s1 then s2 bllk marathon LOL but wait you’re right I didn’t pay attention before but Rin and otoya lowk giving emo twins?? If we didn’t know otoyas personality he’d look so emo LMFAO

- Karasu anon

AHAHAA IT’S OKAY i randomly fell asleep instead of responding to this it happens i’m kinda bad abt punctual replies too sometimes so trust i will never judge 🔥

OKAY BUT LISTEN if kaneshiro wants to give us episode karasu i won’t mind /j on the fr side yeah i think ensemble casts are difficult to work with as is and the more you expand the worse that gets!! i mean people are still hoping for KIRA to come back and bro was in ONE EP 😭 so there’s rlly no need for so many characters to be given “depth” (depth which ironically makes them feel shallower at times) it’s okay for some to just be filler with surface level lore

HELP OKAY SOMEBODY COMMENTED SENDOU ON THAT POST AND IT OPENED MY THIRD EYE??? idgaf abt sendou so i didn’t even think about him but he’s literally PERFECT for the role omg like he’s so boyfailure boyfriend-in-law with silly slightly sassy advice (secondhand aikulations perhaps??) PLUS because he’s friends w aiku he def would have relevant opinions on otoya DHFSJAJ not that that’s a prerequisite because his role is rlly small like i said but it gives in verse depth to it

NO LITERALLY at first i was like oh haha cute he just wants to be friends with karasu but he doesn’t know how…now i’m like NAH GET KARASU IN WITNESS PROTECTION ASAP 😭🙏🏻 /j anyways yeah everyone acknowledging that karasu would treat a lady right YUP love to see it he absolutely would and we love him for that (i miss my handsome glorious king why’d i have to get inspired for otoya before him 😒)

YEAHH i feel like they took a bit of karasu’s smugness away almost?? he’s still cocky and analytical and talented and stuff but i feel like he’s not giving that same smug villainy vibe that he had in the manga LMAOAOA it made isagi’s infamous line not hit as much because now it just looks like he’s crashing out due to karasu being better than him and calling him out on being weak meanwhile in the manga you can def tell that karasu actively looks DOWN on isagi yk so the “he’s…a villain 😨” line makes a bit more sense there

NO LITERALLY I THOUGHT NAGI WAS A SURE SHOT I CANNOT BELIEVE NO ONE REQUESTED FOR HIM 😭 forever in shock that the wider public associates me with SAE over NAGI 😱 and yeah i used that ugly ass panel for my hbd sae post (felt obligated since i’m an honorary sae blog) DJSIHDJS HE LOOKS SO WEIRD IN IT i never ever want to see a sae fan complaining abt the anime they yassified him SO MUCH in season 1 all of them have to be on their knees thanking 8bit 🙂‍↕️ and actually nope HAHA i don’t even have any otoya reqs in my inbox surprisingly i was just inspired on my own…let’s just saw we can call this one based on true events 🙏🏻 once i post and we debrief i’ll lyk what parts have and have not actually happened to me FKFHSJAN anyways yeah this is more of a karasu bfb “i have an idea and a character and i’m just going to see where it goes” vibe than it is a specific prompt or anything!! just writing smth silly for me…it’s what i deserve after that kaiser req 😰 HOPEFULLY IT DOESN’T TAKE AS LONG/END UP AS LONG AS KARASU BFB THOUGH i feel like i’m jinxing myself now so just keep your fingers crossed for me and my sanity 🤞🏻

HIDDEN BAROU CAMEO and the boy that died at reader’s uncle’s hand was also loosely based off of niko!! we fr got the entire oaeu up in this bitch ig this is what they do when aiku’s not home 😭 NO ROMANCE FOR THE LEPRECHAUN ONG 🔥

HOLLYHOCK MENTION LFG yeah omg rin would actually def stan her and she would probably love him for that…omg isekai rin x hollyhock reader when?? imagine he’s hit by a soccer ball to the head (probs by shidou) instead of a bus and he ends up in yukimiya’s body on the day yuki sends otoya after the hiiragi’s so he ends up changing the timeline around so he can fall in love w reader instead of the “lukewarm ninja bastard” bonus points if she ends up with karasu due to his meddling instead because gardener swordsman karasu 😫 /hj

THAT ONE AUDIO THAT’S LIKE “i’m the biggest bird i’m the biggest bird” RIGHT?? LMAOAO I HAVE BEENNN CHRONICALLY ON TIK TOK FOR YEARS NOW OFC IKWYM!! speaking of which i have more to show you 😜 but anyways yeah it’s hilarious how he just ends up there and nobody even questions it…ig he’s rlly competitive and stuff so it makes sense that he’d consistently be getting the most hype plus he’s one of the characters that seems to get along w everyone at the same level??? like barou didn’t seem to be mad abt him doing the arm-around-the-neck thing (tbf he only rlly cared abt getting nagi off atp), isagi seems to find him chill, he was getting along with reo/aryu/tokimitsu (as well as yuki and otoya ofc) during their “economics of bllk” meeting, and he somehow even managed to be friends with NAGI when they were all in the arcade which given how standoffish nagi can be is saying smth ☝🏻 truly he is so beloved by the fandom and the characters alike

YUP MY PLAN EXACTLY i’ll probably do epinagi -> s1 (since epinagi glosses over a lot of second selection which is the best part of s1) -> s2 rewatch…yeah otoya gives emo just as much as rin they lowkey have the same hair just diff colors HAHAHA omg wait i saw a tik tok MONTHS ago talking about how niko watches anime and wondering if he freaked out when he saw nagi because he knows that white haired characters are always insanely talented and to extrapolate on that i wonder if he felt the same at seeing otoya 😭 even though otoya doesn’t rlly give white hair energy tbh i forget most of his hair is pale because i so heavily associate him with the Green ™️

OKOK MORE TIK TOKS again you’ve probably seen a lot of them but OH WELL you will see them again 🔥:

KARASU MEME had me crying it’s too real…fr giving “shidou…isagi…stop 🥺🥺🥺 this isn’t you 🥺🥺🥺“

kaiser slander so truly refreshing to see on the fyp even if it is isagi committing it…enemy of my enemy is my friend ig

okay this edit is making me consider aikuism fr JSBXSJBS why’s he kinda…like that one panel of him catching the ball w his chest…NOPE anyways we MUST STAY STRONG 😭🙏🏻 dw he’s still in the problematic bestie zone for me but now he’s like a problematic bestie that i have weird tension with and everyone’s lowkey like yo is smth going on and we’re both like nahhh that’s my homeboy!! but like. ARE we just homeboys???

THE WAY KARASU SAYS ISAGI’S NAME DJFHSHSJS ISAGI MOVEEEE IT’S MY TURN

LORENZO MEME idk why this is just making me laugh this is def smth he would do in the oaeu though specially at aiku (and niko who literally did nothing but got involved by accident)

#answered asks

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