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scrumptiousstuffs · 1 month ago
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yknow what i want for fk? more shows. PUT THEM IN INSANE HET SHOWS I BEG 😭 no more one bl a year i need them in a show in every part gmmtv announces shows in. i would literally pay for home school 2 for insane khao. i would pay gmmtv for insane first in a show. LET THEM PLAY INSANE CHARACTERS. FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH.
gmmtv's het shows are so underrated because those things are way more unabashedly queer even compared to a lot of bl's they produce <- preaching like im from the missionary of 'gmmtv het show are gay af' alliance
(i just love the het shows and will take any moment to talk about it. like yea ofc theres stupid ones but some of them are just so fucking good and made with so much love and passion and its so visible and it makes me so soft 🥺)
- burnsuncomet (they should really let me ask stuff from my sideblog smh 😔)
Go on. Tell me more about what het shows you like from GMMTV (and why you like them). And tell me what ideas do you want for your het shows for FK?
I personally enjoyed Home School (so I am definitely on board with Khaotung versus Gun for season 2!) , Midnight Museum, Enigma (for a horror show, this pack a lot more than just good special effects) and the currently airing Peaceful Property (which we are still debating whether it’s BL or not 😂).
And I cannot stress enough how much 55:15 Never Too Late is such an underrated gem (yes it has a side BL featuring our own Khaotung who nailed his role as SongPol/Paul) but my other fav storyline in that show was View’s character and the friendship between Paul and Piploy’s character.
I didn’t mind Summer nights but I got terribly bored by Phuwin (and whoever his love interest was) - and really just perked up when Dunk’s character White and Lookjun interacted.
And if you are asking me what het shows I’m looking forward from GMMTV - Hide & Sis (it has Jan, Piploy and Lookjun plus Chimon playing a sleaze ball? - sign me up!)
But I’m digressing - we are talking about FK hehe. I admit I was disappointed when they only have one project for 2024, which has yet to air 🥲 (especially after getting spoilt with 3 shows from them in 2023 😩).
I think FK is under utilised by GMMTV (but then again, don’t we all say the same when talking about our own bias CPs?) - I want them to be in reality show, talk shows, V-log ANYTHING really beyond just one BL cause they have so much potential (we are definitely in agreement with this. Although it’s of course not feasible to have everything for the boys cause they will burnout otherwise 🙂‍↕️). But we can all dream yeah?
Anyway, I thought this user from Twitter has the cutest idea ever for their YT content 👇🏽 (credit on the screenshot)
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(Or I take the boys going camping together with us watching them cook and playing guitar and toasting marshmallows by the campsite)
In my alternate reality where FK gets to act more than one BL per year, these are my pick for hetero show/concept with FK in it:
The currently aired “The Judge from Hell”, k-drama starring Park Shin Hye and Kim Jae Young. I want a Thai remake - with Piploy as the devil in the judge’s body (she plays beautiful evil/anti-hero well! - her performance in Enigma was a good example of this) and First as our dutiful cop who joined force (literally selling his soul) to the devil after his mother figure got killed by a serial killer who also killed his birth parents. We know First can play tortured and devastation well, but truly seeing him fight to keep his morality? - 🤌 (also First already looks like a Korean movie star, so he will fit in well! Plus not going to lie - a tall First having to lean down on tiny Piploy while they bicker and fall in love 🤭 (these 2 have quite the chemistry in The Shipper)
As for Khaotung (we already mentioned Home School), but if I want to see him in a hetero couple - it will be with Ciize. These 2 were wholesome together in Tonhon Chonlatee (the show has flaws, but I still enjoyed it and Khaotung/Ciize being besties in that show was one of the highlights for me!)
And again, I’m borrowing this from one of my favourite k-drama, Happiness (2021) featuring Park Hyung-Sik and Han Hyo-Joo. Beyond just a zombie flick, it’s a commentary on social class but also the desperation and the length people go to when trapped with no where to go. Also, I won’t lie, I just want to see Khaotung (now that he is so buff!) and Ciize (despite her tiny frame) being badass with guns- it also has a sweet romance line between the main characters 😂
And bonus - if I can make my own FK-centric drama:
I want them to play cross-lovers in the past but one of them was a woman.
They both reincarnated - the woman’s soul now in one of the boys (I haven’t quite figure out who I want to play this role between them 🤣). This soul remembers his previous life and lover but avoids trying to look for him (cause you know, she is now a he and thought his previous lover is straight)
While the other person - knows he is missing someone, he has a deep yearning for this one person. However, he can’t remember the face or really anything beyond vague flashbacks except he knows it is a she. So he keeps looking at girls of course not finding the one. Meanwhile, fate (of course) made them meet and they keep avoiding trying to not fall in love but fail 🤷🏽‍♀️. I have even thought of what jobs these boys could have, the side characters 🤣…but alas, this will stay in delulu land (and yes, if you think the plot sounds vaguely familiar, it likely is! Cause I just pick all the plots/tropes I like and meshed it up!)
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ode2rin · 1 year ago
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MAKE YOU MINE .ೃ
pairing. itoshi rin x gn!reader
genre. best friends to lovers | pining | light angst to fluff
content/warnings. 3.1k+ wc | reader is in a toxic relationship with their boyfriend (not rin lmao the bf is unnamed) | characters are aged up to 18 ! | blue lock happened much much later here | profanity | a bit heavy in narration | minimal proofread
in which: rin was never ready, so he watches you go with your boyfriend, wishfully thinking it was him instead.
💭 thank you for the request @/saetorinrin (unaffectionate)!
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best friends are supposed to knock some sense into you, that's what they're for. 
fortunately for you, your best friend of twelve years, itoshi rin, has always been quite good at it. right now, you're hoping he'll at least be kind while doing so.
“i don't know why you keep on going back to him. he looks like a fucking bull reincarnate, and he treats you like what? yeah, like a pup he dogs around.” 
that’s wishful thinking, though. none of rin's words are known for their kindness.
you've known since a tender age of ten that both itoshi brothers have a knack for colorful insults — or rather, they insist it's a form of descriptive artistry. moments like these make you wish you could smack your younger self for befriending your teal-eyed neighbors. you really should have avoided them like the plague from the very first glare they shot your way.
if you did, you wouldn't find yourself sitting on a swing in the park near both of your houses, while rin spends the past few minutes expressing his displeasure about you getting back with your ex.
but what’s done is done. growing up with them wasn't all bad, except for that messy fiasco between sae and rin that left you caught in the middle, trying to mend their broken bond.
in the end, you chose rin’s side. for what reason? that's a reminiscence best saved for another day.
right now, your priority lies in letting rin hear a piece of your mind for his way of describing your ex — or boyfriend? actually, you're not sure anymore.
“you’re being mean, rin.”
“and you’re being stupid, y/n.”
“you won’t get it.”
“won’t get what? that you’re being treated like absolute shit?”
that’s it. he pushed enough buttons now. you stood up from the swing to face the 6-foot tall man in front of you. 
“you won't get it because you’ve never loved anyone before! and you sure as hell have never been fucking loved!”
rin, before this moment, was sure he's accustomed to pain. 
but now, he realized he wasn't.
realizing what you've just said to your best friend, your eyes widen, and you immediately reach out to touch his arm, frustration turning into regret. you didn't mean that — god, you really didn't.
“rin, i... i didn't mean—”
“save it.”
you were right about the latter. but the former? rin wants nothing but to let you know otherwise. if only you goddamn knew. but that's just it for rin too — wishful thinking.
because you're not done loving your boyfriend, and he knows he's merely using that as an excuse. if honesty were to intervene, he wouldn't be ready to let you know.
how many years does one need to be ready to confess to their best friend of more than a decade anyway? he doesn't want to find out.
rin heard your whispered apology, and his heart sank. he watched as you lowered your gaze to the grass beneath your feet, the weight of regret palpable in the air.
“come on, it’s getting dark. let’s go home,” he suggested, voice tinged with concern.
“actually, he’s picking me up here. mom knows already.”
of course. of course, he's picking you up blocks away from your house. is that how things work now? if it were up to rin, he'd personally ask your mom to take you out on a monday evening. you know, like a respectful person would do?
yet again. if it was him. another wishful thinking.
“where the hell is he, then? i am not leaving you here,” rin stated, his frustration once again seeping through his words.
“he's just a little late —”
“or ditching you again?” 
“rin, please. just leave. i don't want to start again,” you pleaded, the exhaustion evident in your voice.
“fine.”
every step rin took away from you felt like chains dragging along, pulling him back with reluctance and impending regret. but he knew he had to leave. 
he didn't have a place to stay here, not in this park, and certainly not in your heart.
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it had been a week since you got back together with your ex, and in that time, rin hadn't uttered a single word to you. his silence was a constant presence, weighing heavily on the air between you. in the past, you found solace in his silence, finding comfort in the unspoken understanding that existed between you. but now, it felt suffocating, as if every attempt to say his name would only add to the tension.
you didn't blame rin for giving you the silent treatment. after all, the hurtful words you had spoken had cut deep.
rin had been harsh, yes, but you knew it came from a place of concern. he was your best friend, and looking out for each other was what you do. deep down, you couldn't deny that there was some truth in what he had said about your boyfriend. there had been moments when he treated you poorly, but that was normal, right? every relationship had its ups and downs, and this was just one of them. and perhaps, in rin's eyes, you were being stupid, but when weren't you, in his opinion?
still, you should have known better. you shouldn't have said what you did. not when you know yourself that he’s been loved. even if it was hidden and unspoken, it still counted, didn't it?
but despite the silent treatment, rin never failed to walk you home. even when he was wearing his sweaty jersey after a rigorous practice, he would be there outside your classroom, waiting for you. walking behind you, not saying a word, but his presence was felt. occasionally, he would walk beside you, especially when you were about to reach the busy side of the neighborhood.
every single day of the past week, he had walked you home.
and even back then starting from the days of school, rin never lets you walk alone in the dark.
today, however, you had to tell him that you wouldn't be walking with him. you had a date with your boyfriend, and he was waiting for you outside the school.
grabbing your bag and heading towards the door, you caught a glimpse of rin's duffel bag and his back. he was waiting for you again. rushing over to him, you spoke up.
“rin, i won’t be able to walk with you today. we’re going out. he’s waiting for me outside.”
rin simply looked at you, then nodded. he turned his back to you, but you could swear there was something he wanted to say.
that was the thing with itoshi rin. he never spoke when you needed him to.
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rin was right. he had always been right. and you, well, you were just fucking stupid.
as you reminisced about the earlier screaming match with your now ex-boyfriend, tears threatened to well up in your eyes.
i’m such a fucking idiot.
you had known deep down that you had settled, but you never expected him to stoop so low. part of you wanted to say good riddance, but the truth was that time spent with a person would always leave a mark, whether you wanted it or not.
it was past 9 pm, and that prick had the audacity to drop you four blocks away from your own house. you wanted to scream at him, to demand basic human decency, to drop you off at your doorstep. but another part of you, fueled by the remnants of pride, refused to beg for the bare minimum again. so, despite your nervousness about walking alone in the dark, you slammed the car door in his face and decided to walk the rest of the way on your own.
it had only been five minutes of walking when you felt the first raindrops fall on your forehead. the realization of what was about to happen made you want to scream at whoever was watching from above. how dare they make you this unlucky?
great. just great.
the drizzle quickly escalated into a full-blown rain, showing no signs of stopping any time soon. a few blocks ahead, you spotted the park where you and rin used to hang out. 
even in your darkest times, he’s still in your mind. it’s funny as it is ironic.
if only you had stayed content with loving your best friend from afar, maybe you wouldn't be feeling this hurt, right? 
maybe you wouldn't have ended up looking for love in all the wrong places when the only place you truly wanted it to blossom had been right beside you all along.
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exactly ten minutes before rin’s usual bedtime, his phone rang, your name shown on the screen. and for some reason, he could feel his heart leap out of his chest from how fast it was beating.
something was wrong.
without wasting a second, rin answered your call on the second ring.
“hello?” he said, anticipation heavy on his heart. he needed to hear your voice.
but anticipation was immediately replaced by seething anger and heightened worry as he heard your sniffs on the other end of the line.
“where are you?” 
“rin... i know you're mad at me, but i didn't know who else to call–”
“it's raining. where the hell are you?” rin's voice grew heavy with indescribable anger, each word dripping with his overwhelming emotions.
“he dropped me off near the school, but i'm here by the park now. i–”
"stay where you are. i'm coming. don't end the call. i need to know you're safe." or else i will fucking lose it. 
it’s these times that rin was glad he’s an athlete. within five minutes, he arrived at the park, his strides quick and determined. he would have reached you even faster if it weren't for the umbrella he was holding and the sound of your sniffs and sobs on the other end of the line, causing his heart to sink and his steps to falter.
he doesn't even let a goddamn mosquito come close to you, but that asshole had the audacity to make you cry? how dare he.
the rain had lessened compared to its earlier downpour, it was now more of a drizzle. but if you had been here before calling him, that meant you had been standing under the rain for almost an hour. with that realization, rin thinks your ex should watch his back from now on; he would never know when a ball might come flying straight at him — accidentally, of course.
as rin reached the park, his eyes scanned the area, searching desperately for you. and there, in one of the benches, he saw you. your head was tucked into your knees, one hand hugging them tightly while the other clutched the phone to your ear.
he swore, he fucking swore, he could feel his heart pounding in his throat at the sight of you.
ever since you entered rin's life, you taught him a lot of things. you taught him everything about how life was better when you had someone to lean on. 
but most of all, everything rin knew about love, he knew from you. 
and when he realized he loved you but couldn't let you know, the love he knew became intertwined with all the pain he learned.
this is hurting him. you, you were hurting him.
maybe you were right all along.
“you're right, y/n,” rin whispered into the phone, his voice barely audible as he stood a few feet away from you, the umbrella slipping from his grasp. he still had his phone pressed to his ear.
rin couldn't hear anything but the pounding of his own heartbeat and the soft pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the ground.
how many damn years does it take to work up the courage to spill your guts to your best friend of more than a decade? rin found out that sometimes, all it takes is one look at them in pain to make you throw caution to the wind. screw all the timing and planning.
“rin…” you called out, looking around to locate him.
locked in a gaze, time seemed to stand still as rin's eyes traced the contours of your face. your eyes, red-rimmed and soaked from the rain, revealed what you had endured. your drenched clothes and disheveled hair painted a picture of you running around in this rain. he couldn't help but think that you looked like a wounded soul, stripped of your own heart.
“you're right,” he repeated once more, and he was certain you could hear him, judging by the look of confusion on your face.
it wasn't a “now or never” moment for rin. 
it was a now or never love another soul ever again moment. because to rin, it will always be you and him in the end. and that’s no wishful thinking, but a promise he made to himself.
there will be no after you, but just you. that was it for itoshi rin. 
so he has to let you know. the hell with what happens next.
“about last week, you’re right about that. i would never get it,” he paused, taking a deep breath, “i would never get how someone could ever treat you this bad by someone who claims to love you. because i have loved you since we were kids, and i would rather die than leave you out here alone in the pouring rain.”
if this was what you called love, then maybe you taught him wrong. 
rin could see how your eyes widened at what he said. and right then and there, he prepared himself for the worst.
it’s happening.
rin ended the call. he couldn't bear to hear your immediate response, fearing the rejection he had long braced himself for. with the umbrella in hand, he made his way towards you, his eyes focused on the wet ground, avoiding direct contact with your gaze.
you can reject him later. he needs to get you home first.
“come on, let’s go,” was the only thing rin said. he placed the umbrella over your head, shielding you from the rain while he stood exposed, allowing the droplets to soak him further.
you gazed up at him, seeking his eyes, “can you look at me, rin?” 
and see the look of pity in your eyes? even at these moments, you’re cruel to him. 
“i don’t want to.”
undeterred, you persisted, “why?”
because i’m about to lose you.
“i made peace with it a long time ago,” rin admitted, “let's just go. you're going to get sick.”
“say it again.”
your gaze held unwavering, demanding more from him. there was a longing in your eyes, a hunger for honesty. you craved his words, his confession – you need rin to speak now or else you will never know peace.
“no.”
“then i’m not going anywhere. say it agai —”
“fine! i have loved you since we were kids and i have loved you ever since i'm yet to even know what it was i was feeling for you! now, please, let’s go!”
silence enveloped the park. but rin could hear his own heart beating in rhythm with the soft pitt patts of the rain.
this was it then? twelve damn years. all those years, now dissipating like raindrops lost in the drain.
the rain continued to pour, serving as a backdrop to the delicate dance of emotions unfolding between you. each droplet seemed to echo the passage of time, washing away the years of looking at you in a lovelorn gaze.
rin knew where this was headed. he may not have watched many romance movies, but confessions like these – he had seen them before. this was yet another addition to the countless stories of shattered dreams lost to the rain.
but then as fate would have it, it will always intervene.
and so, as if a radiant sun had broken through the stormy clouds, a smile bloomed on your face, casting away the shadows of doubt in rin's mind.
“i’ve been waiting for those words my whole life, itoshi rin.”
rainbows really do appear after the pouring rain.
but only for a fleeting grace of moment in the sky.
“but i can’t, rin. not now. i’m too hurt to love you freely.”
the confession escaped your lips, heavy with the weight of past heartbreak and lingering pain. and to rin, it felt as if the rainbows had faded, leaving behind a somber reminder of the scars etched deep within.
it would be a lie not to admit that he was disheartened, but nonetheless, rin understood. 
but rin was no saint; he can be selfish. he wants to be selfish for you. so there he knelt, bringing himself eye to eye with you, his hands gently cupping your cheeks. 
“i’ll wait. i can wait,” it’s not a lie that the younger itoshi had a penchant for being selfish as he is selfless. 
but he has waited for you for as long as he has learned to kick a ball. so what's a little more?
“are you sure?” the question escaped your lips, a plea for reassurance.
if it means it’s you and him in the end after all, then he’s nothing but definite.
rin's hands on your cheeks tightened gently, his voice a gentle murmur that danced along the edges of your heart, “take all the time you need. by the time you're done, i'll make sure to make you mine.”
the raindrops, cascading around you like tears from the heavens, seemed to pause in reverence as rin's words hung in the air.
as the rain began to subside, rin leaned closer, his forehead gently pressing against yours. your eyes closed, feeling his breath mingling with yours, you hear him softly sighed against your lips.
“i’ll treat you so good, y/n. so good. fuck, you have no idea.”
sure, you’re the first person itoshi rin has ever loved. but he can show you. better than your shitty ex ever could.
if there’s anyone who can most definitely show you what love was truly like, it will be him.
for a few precious moments, time seemed to stand still as both of you remained in that intimate embrace, rin's hands tenderly cradling your face, and your gaze locked in the depths of his teal eyes.
“let’s go home?” rin asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
“only if you’ll walk with me.”
rin's lips curled into a small, affectionate smile at your hushed response. he reached out, extending his hand toward you, a silent invitation. “i've been doing that for the past years.”
and he’ll continue to do it. 
few years from now, he will make sure he’s the man you’re walking with. be that on the way home, or down the aisle.
because to itoshi rin, it will always be you and him.
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note. no thoughts, just pure vibes here. just kidding! here's the first request in my milestone event, and i enjoyed writing this despite it being shitty as an outcome. thanks for reaching this far!
💭 back to: milestone event
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steddiehyperfixation · 1 month ago
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wishful thinking
@steddie-spooktober day 12: graveyard | 1,058 words | T | canon compliant
“Hey, Eddie. Sorry Dustin couldn’t be here, you’re stuck with me today,” Steve says as he crouches down in front of Eddie’s gravestone. “Hope that’s alright.” 
Dustin usually comes by about once a week to clean the hate speech off, but he’s on vacation with his family right now, so Steve took it on himself to take up the mantle this week. It’s covered in slurs this time, angry red spray paint scrawled over a headstone that wishfully asserts that Eddie is ‘finally at peace.’ Bullshit, that. The graffiti and the headstone. How can he be at peace when all those witch-hunting dickheads are still stomping all over his grave? “I guess we don’t really give you much peace either though,” Steve muses aloud. “The kids visit you so much. Your uncle too. Kind of crazy - for all the hate you got, you were loved just as much too. Don’t know if that makes you feel better or anything.”  
He sighs, dunking a rag in a bucket of soapy water and beginning to scrub the paint off the gravestone. “I don’t even know why I’m talking to you, it’s not like you can hear me, wherever you are,” he says, though he still continues to talk regardless. It gives him something to do while he works. “I know Dustin talks to you a lot too. He says when he does he almost feels like you’re actually here, like you’re listening to him, sitting with him. He says that he imagines you responding to him, swears up and down that sometimes he really does hear you answering. But I know it’s just his imagination, wishful thinking. I think he knows that too. He just misses you. You dying really hit him hard, you know.” 
For all the years of crazy Upside-Down shit they’ve been through, Dustin had never lost someone so close to him before. It hardened something in him, left a hollow behind his eyes and an anger and cynicism in them that hadn’t been there before. Steve worries about that kid now more than ever. 
“Maybe it’s a good thing you’re not really there, that you can’t see the way he’s changed,” he tells Eddie’s grave. “I think it would just depress you. It depresses me. But, I don’t know, sometimes when he talks about how he thinks he can feel your presence here some of that old hope and light returns to his eyes. So maybe it’d actually be better if you really were still hanging around, if it’s not just in his imagination.”
He shrugs. “And maybe you are. Who knows, the world we live in these days. It’d make sense, I guess, that your spirit or whatever might come back down here for Dustin. You guys had that, like, nerd bond. Not for me though.” He huffs out a dry laugh and re-wets his cleaning rag. “Either way, I’m still just an idiot talking to myself in a graveyard. There’s no reason you’d come here for me. It’s not like we were really friends. We barely knew each other, we just went through the week from hell together and then you died.” 
He frowns as he scrubs at a particularly stubborn line of graffiti and he falls briefly quiet, chewing at his lip. His silence is more pensive than focused, old thoughts now swirled up to the surface in his mind.
“I think we could’ve been, though,” he says after a moment, “friends, I mean. If I’d’ve gotten the chance to know you better. If we’d had more time. We- maybe we could’ve even-” Steve falters, unable to speak aloud what he’s really thinking, not while he’s scraping off slurs that might be hurled at him next if anyone heard. He can’t say that that moment in the stolen camper van when Eddie leaned into his space and called him ‘big boy’ had made something strange and new slither in his stomach and warm his blood. He can’t say how he wishes they could’ve gotten the chance to explore that, all the things it made him wonder about. Instead he settles on, “I think I could’ve learned a lot from you…”
If Steve really wanted to torture himself he’d give into his imagination, picture Eddie standing beside him with a comforting hand on his shoulder and replying We could’ve, like he knows everything Steve’s not saying and feels the same. Steve can practically feel the touch, hear his voice, could just about convince himself of it if he was enough of a masochist to. He has to glance at his shoulder, has to put his own hand there just to check for sure, to remind himself that there’s no one there. It’s just wishful thinking. He shakes his head and returns his attention to the headstone. 
His throat feels tight. “You shouldn’t have died, man,” he mutters. “You just shouldn’t have. I told you- I told you 'don't try to be cute or be a hero,’ didn't I? But you did it anyways. You did anyways and now look at you. Being dead isn't cute, Eddie, it just isn't.” 
Steve's voice cracks, eyes stinging. He takes a deep breath and presses the heels of his palms against his closed eyelids. He needs to pull himself together. He didn't come here to bare his soul to a chunk of stone for some guy he honestly didn't really know. What ifs don't mean shit to the dead; it's only the living they haunt. It’s only himself who’s here to hear it.
“Well,” he exhales heavily, swallowing down his emotion. He scrubs off the last remaining paint from the stone and sits back on his heels. “At least your grave is all shiny and clean now. That’s something, right? You’re welcome, by the way. My work here is done.” Collecting his cleaning supplies, he gets to his feet, hesitating for a second. Silly as it sounds, he feels like he should say some sort of goodbye before he heads off, like it would be rude not to. “I’ll, uh-” He pats the top of the gravestone, only a little awkwardly. “I’ll see you around, Munson.” 
As he turns to leave, Steve could almost swear this time he really does hear Eddie’s voice, a whispery echo following him from the graveyard. See ya, Stevie. Don't be a stranger.
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generalllimaginesss · 11 months ago
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"Every morning I question why I moved in with you." Can you write an older Hughes sister one where she moved in with Jack and then Luke when he started with the Devils and they’re always asking her to do things for them. Like waking her up in the morning to make breakfast because only she knows how to make pancakes like their mom used to when they were kids. She pretends to hate it but loves to be able to take care of her baby brothers. I imagine they’d all be obsessed with their sister if they had one.
Hughes sister has a chokehold on me and I make no apologies for it. I hope this is something along the lines of what you were thinking!!
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It had been a long week at work, major changes in the computer system that your office used was causing you to work overtime, so you looked forward to sleeping in on Saturday.
However, Jim and Ellen both agreed that the youngest Hughes boys could benefit from having their big sister live with them as they adjusted to life without their mom and dad. Luckily you had a job where you could work from home and were able to move to New Jersey with ease. At least with ease regarding your job. Your brothers were anything but ease...
With there being a three year age gap with Jack and four with Luke, they looked up to their big sister, relying on you a little more than they should at their age. Most of the time it didn't bother you, but you just wanted this one morning to yourself.
The sound of pots and pans banging revealed that you had wishful thinking, causing you to groan when you rolled over and saw that it was only 7:00 am.
You could tell that the boys were bickering back and fourth about something, but you would let them work it out like the adults that they were. Or at least the adults that they should be.
The walls weren't thick enough to block their argument out though.
"Dude, no that's not how she did it. She added more flour."
"Are you dumb? We're not making waffles. It doesn't need that much flour."
"Well it doesn't need that much milk. It's pancakes, not soup."
"Go get her, we clearly have no idea what the fuck we're doing."
Footsteps, you determined as Jack's, began to come closer to your room, causing you to put a pillow over your head, wishfully hoping it would suffocate you into a deep sleep that wouldn't be disturbed by your brothers.
Three knocks on your door let you know that your wishful thinking was to no avail. You didn't understand why he even bothered knocking when he barged in and jumped on the bed, landing right on top of you, momentarily knocking the breath out of you.
"Jack, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?!" You yelled, shoving him off the bed, the thud resonating throughout the room.
You watched as he winced in pain, holding his knee as it took the brunt of the fall.
"You realize that I have a job that requires me to be healthy?" He groaned as he stood up, causing you to throw a pillow at him while rolling your eyes.
"Don't jump on me and you wouldn't be in this predicament, now would you?"
"Whatever....me and Luke can't remember how to make mom's pancakes. Can you help with that?" He asked, sitting on the side of your bed and falling back onto you.
"You two are hopeless..." You trailed off as you hit his stomach, trying to get him off of you. He swatted your hand away from his stomach, but moved enough to let you out of bed.
As you walked into the kitchen, Jack trailing closely behind and Luke sitting on a barstool on his phone, you noticed that it was an absolute disaster. There were egg shells scattered across the counter, way more than they should have needed. The flour bag was busted, a trail of flour showed where the boys had carried it around the kitchen. There was now only a half gallon of milk left from a previously unopened jug.
You groaned, wiping the sleep out your eyes as you recalled the way that your mom made pancakes your whole life.
"I feel like kids would be easier to raise than the two of you," You said under your breath, pouring the bowl of goop that the boys made down the drain.
"Jack is supposed to know how to make pancakes," Luke spoke up, not tearing his attention away from his phone.
"You watched her make it the same way we did, Luke," You pointed out.
"Yeah, but I'm the baby. I've got you all to do it for me," He smirked, watching you as your glares sent daggers towards him.
"I don't think the argument of being the baby of the family is valid after the age of 18. If it has to be brought up after that, then something's wrong," You rebutted, measuring out the ingredients and mixing them together.
Jack snorted, finding amusement in his oldest and youngest sibling arguing. He wasn't safe from your attitude though.
"You have no room to be laughing over there, Jack. You're older than him and still have to ask me to cook. It's funny...I've never had to do anything for Quinn," You knew when you said it that they would groan, and they did.
"Why don't you go live with him then?" Jack proposed, trying to sit next to Luke who shoved him away.
"Why the hell would you say that while she's making our pancakes, dude?"
"Trust me, I would get a lot more work done because he wouldn't be bothering me nonstop," You flipped one of the pancakes, a golden brown reflecting back at you.
The three of you were quiet as you finished flipping and plating them. You had made enough for the boys to have three and you two.
"Thank you," Jack snatched the plate from your hands, causing you to snatch them back.
"You will not snatch these from me when you rudely jumped on me at 7 in the morning. Take them nicely. We use easy hands in this house," You didn't budge, not giving him his pancakes until he slowly took the plate back. If looks could kill you would be long gone by the look he was giving you.
"Yeah, Jack, easy hands," Luke mocked, trying to grab the plate you held out to him. You brought it back closer to you and out of his reach, preventing him from grabbing it.
"What do we say?" Talking to him like a child elicited a glare from him as well, but he said his 'thank you' and you gave him his plate.
They ate quickly, mentioning that they were running late for a meeting. When they put their plates in the sink, you realized that they were leaving you with the mess that they had made.
"Who do you two think I am? Your personal maid?" You asked rhetorically.
"Love ya, Sis!" Luke called as he walked out the front door.
Jack didn't bother to say anything, only throwing up a peace sign as he followed Luke.
"Every morning I question why I moved in with you," You muttered under your breath as you rolled your sleeves up to clean the kitchen.
As you went to load the dishwasher, your phone vibrated on the counter, Jack's name flashing across the screen.
"What do you need?" You sighed, knowing he had forgotten something.
"I forgot my suit for the game tonight...can you bring it when you get a chance? Preferably before lunch?" You could hear Luke chuckling in the background.
"What do you say?" You were bound and determined to teach him some manners while staying with them.
"Oh my God, just bring it-"
"Do you want the suit or no? Because I'm not the one that has to wear it tonight..." You trailed off as you rinsed a bowl out before loading it onto the top shelf of the dishwasher.
Jack sighed, causing Luke to laugh.
"My wonderful sister that I love so much, would you do me a favor and please bring me my suit before lunch? With my Air Forces?" Sarcasm seeped from his voice, your eyes rolling in response.
"I don't appreciate the sass, but since you said please I will," He didn't bother saying thank you, hanging up immediately when you finished your sentence. He would learn one day.
You would never admit it to them, but you loved being able to help them. The early mornings and late nights that they caused you were inconvenient in the moment, but you would hate to miss out on the opportunities to spend so much time with them. They were, after all, your baby brothers that you loved so very much.
But unbeknownst to anybody...Quinn was still your favorite.
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omnomnomdomcaps · 8 months ago
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Hope's Eternal Spring (Remastered)
My greatest and best story. No further introduction is needed.
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Hope clasped her résumé tightly in her hands as she approached the double-doors of the daycare, her heart pulsating inside her chest as she remembered those words in the paper. 
LITTLE ONES NEED CARE AND DISCIPLINE. PLEASE APPLY. 
Something had seemed strangely off about that job listing. There was no email and no business name, and the whole thing felt hastily strung together. And now, she was about to find out what it meant.
The building looked larger than any daycare she’d ever seen, particularly daunting for Hope’s diminutive five-foot frame. The nineteen-year-old attempted to collect herself, but a deep breath-in almost caused the top button of her blouse to burst, struggling as it already was to contain the girl’s supple breasts. And so she breathed out, adjusted her shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair, and stepped forward. 
It was a Saturday, and the center was empty except for a small, frazzled-looking woman at the front desk, who rose quickly to meet her visitor.
“You must be Hope,” she said breathlessly, struggling to keep several stacks of papers on her desk from flying away as she got up, “I’m Miss Chaucer, I run the place here, let me show you around.”
Hope simply nodded along and followed as the woman walked her through the building, spouting generic drivel about how the facilities were new and demanded careful upkeep. There were several rows of cribs, with sizes ranging from a small infant to a large toddler, two open areas for play, a kitchenette with a few snack cupboards, and several changing stations. The center seemed large, but it also struck Hope as rather normal, and so naturally she began to worry. 
“Any questions?” The woman finally stopped as she finished her tour, crossing arms on her chest as she leant against the wall behind. 
“Ummmmm…” Hope paused, her finger on her lip, looking for the right way to word her question, “so… this is all the rooms? Nothing… ummm… hidden?”
“Hidden? No, that’s all of them. Except the adult restroom, I guess? It’s to your right, behind you, if you want to take a look.”
Hope turned and managed to peer in, seeing what looked to be an ordinary restroom. 
“And we’re… umm… allowed to use it, while working?” Hope asked wishfully.    
At this, the overworked woman raised an eyebrow. “Well yes, of course. Why wouldn't you be?”
“Ummmm… I guess… uh…” Hope stammered and blushed, tapping her foot to the floor.
“Is this about the newspaper listing?” Miss Chaucer raised an eyebrow, “Oh, we’ve had a few people ask about that. Sorry if that was vague - we wanted to keep it simple for the old folks.”
“The old folks?”
“Yep. Same reason we didn’t put our email there. I mean, who else looks for jobs in the paper these days? Come to think of it, why did you?”
Hope blushed. “It just… ummm… it just caught my eye, I guess.”
“Ah. I suppose the all-caps will do that. But yes, just a normal daycare here.”
“Oh, ummm, okay, sorry, yeah, just trying to make sure…” Hope tried to brush off her earlier fluster, wincing at her own embarrassment only to be embarrassed further by her wince. 
“You sound disappointed,” the woman observed, “What- what exactly were you expecting?”
The girl’s blush returned and deepened, eyes widening as she fell into an awkward silence, looking for something to say to escape the situation. 
“I… uhhh… I think I should be going now,” she finally stammered. 
“I think that’s best.”
Hope scrambled away, whistling to herself, before finally calming down into a slow walk once she left the door. She tossed her résumé into a nearby can, and spent the next several hours meandering about town, trying to take her mind off of her strange interview. And take her mind off she did - she ran into a few friends at the mall, shopped for new skirts and tops, and enjoyed a burger with fries and soda, successfully finding distraction in the comfort.  
Before she knew it, the sun was setting, and Hope finally made her way back home. But when she entered the living room, she saw her mother waiting for her, arms folded sternly across her chest. 
“Sit down,” the older woman demanded, “we need to talk.”
Hope was unprepared for this, but she did as she was told, stepping backwards towards a loose dining seat at the edge of the room. She sat with her shoulders snug against her ample bosom - a feature she inherited from her mother, whose bosom was also ample. 
“Ummm, yeah, mom?”
“Well? Did you get the job?”
Hope paused. She had completely forgotten about the interview that started the day. 
“Oh… uh, no, I don’t think so.”
Her mother glared. “That’s it? ‘Oops, sorry, didn’t get it’? Hope, it’s been almost a year since you finished high school, and you’ve done nothing but shop at the mall with your posse of airheads” - she gestured towards the bags the girl had brought home - “and twiddle away at home on your InstaToks and FaceGrams.
“You’re almost twenty years old, Hope. I expected you to act like an adult. But so far, you’ve been acting more like…”
Hope’s eyes widened slightly, and she leaned forward in her chair. “Like what, mom?”
“Like a child, Hope. No, worse than that - like a baby. You’ve been acting like a baby!”
The girl gulped, her legs starting to shake excitedly. “So… so what are you gonna do about that?”
“Well, if you’re going to act like a baby,” the mother declared, “then I’m just going to have to… I’m just going to have to ground you!”
At once, Hope’s legs stopped shaking, and she let out a defeated sigh. “You’re… going to ground me?”
“That’s right, young lady! No malls, no little playdates, no social media for a week. Are we clear?”
“Yeah, okay, cool. Going to my room now.” Hope grabbed her bags and headed upstairs, as her mother’s stern eyes continued to follow her. 
The girl gave another longing sigh as she entered the room, preparing herself for a dull night at home, when something very strange happened. 
As she tossed a bag of clothes towards her large bedroom mirror, the corner of the paper grazed the pane. But instead of knocking against glass, it seemed to create a ripple, a ripple that reverberated across the entire bottom half of the mirror before it all returned to its normal, smooth state. 
Hope rubbed eyes in disbelief, and then slowly approached the mirror herself. With fear, wonder, and excitement coursing through her, she inched her finger closer and closer to its reflection until, sure enough, it went in. 
Through the mirror, she could feel the tingle of a warm breeze, and could even hear the faint rustle of leaves from beyond the portal. Hope took a long, deep breath as she contemplated her next move, but the curiosity quickly became too much to bear, and the girl stepped forth. 
In an instant, she was transported to a lush rainforest paradise. Landing on the edge of a small pool of water, Hope took note of its strange ripple matching her own mirror’s, and wondered if she would ever take it as a route of return. 
On she went to explore! With the songs of birds surrounding her, she strolled along the dewy grass, her ripe melons dancing in the tropical wind. And then, she was struck by the greatest excitement of all, as she saw a large silhouette in the distance, perched beside a tall tree. 
It can’t be, she thought to herself. But it was. She was, standing majestically, towering close to eight feet tall, wearing a bronze breastplate and a simple loincloth.  
A giantess! And this giantess noticed the girl coming towards her, returning Hope’s look of wonder with one of her own, and kneeling down to get a closer look. 
“A… a small one?” the Amazon wondered aloud, her voice firm and commanding even in a whisper, “where did you come from, small one?”
Hope was overwhelmed by the moment, pinching herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. “I… I… I came from another world, I guess,” she finally stammered. 
“Another world?” the giantess repeated, “Then it is truly a miracle that you have come. We Amazons need small ones like you.
“You are a curved one, I see,” she remarked, her large fingers hovering curiously over Hope’s pillowy bazonkas, “and yet, with your nimble, graceful form, you are perfect.”
“P-perfect for what?” Hope asked, her eyes welling with excitement as her mind raced across the world of possibility. 
“For everything, my dear -” the Amazon smiled, outlining the shape of Hope’s petite body with her hand, “for sneaking around undetected, for surveying terrain, for planting traps. You are our ideal tool for tactical reconnaissance against the 50-foot Robot Aardvarks.”
“The… what?” Hope blinked, the look of wonder washing immediately away from her face. 
“Those beasts,” the massive woman declared, “they have ravaged our plane for far too long. But that is going to change. Starting today, we will quiver in fear no longer. Starting today, we will stand and strike back. Sta-”
“Yeah, no.”
“What?”
“Sorry, can’t help you.” Hope was already turned around, walking back towards the portal she entered through. 
 The Amazon was in disbelief and despair. “But, please! Please, small one! You’re our only Hope! Get it!? Hope?” she cried out desperately, her words drowned out by the robot-aardvark eye-lasers bearing down upon the forest around her. 
Meanwhile, Hope was well into the woods, back at the small stream where her short journey began. With one more disappointed sigh, the girl covered her nose, closed her eyes, and plunged feet-first into the water. 
With a splash, she was back at home, glad to be done with the day. Drenched from the interdimensional dive, the girl took a long, hot shower. Then, after thinking about the things she had seen, she took another long, hot shower. 
Finally, Hope dried herself off, opened up a bag hidden under her bed, and took out a diaper to wear. After taping it on and tucking herself under her blanket, she went onto her phone and jumped to her favorite AB/DL erotica blog. And then, she masturbated. A lot. 
The End   
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meiiuka · 2 years ago
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hi Mod Toko!! <3 can I request rantaro and nagito finding out that the reader has a crush on them and how they both would react??
of course, that's such a cute idea!!
rantaro amami and nagito komaeda finding out that you have feelings for them:
category: headcanons, fluff
notes: i hope i didn’t stray from the prompt too much, i tried my best to make the scenarios entertaining lol
Rantaro Amami:
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• you, rantaro, and your mutual friend were having a conversation with just the three of you in a casual group setting
• the third party had accidentally mentioned that you had feelings for him while telling a “funny story” 💀 • rantaro’s first reaction is to chuckle at the news but he doesn’t really fully process what’s being said until he notices the flustered reaction on your face
• he has this moment where his eyes just kind of go out of focus and he thinks about the fact that your mutual friend just said it aloud without thinking
• he’s normally a very composed guy but this time, he can’t help but react by widely grinning and letting his excitement show in his face 😭
• the normally chill, sociable guy that you fell for is bubbling with excitement and is struggling to think of how to phrase what he wants to say smoothly
• “can the two of us have a minute to ourselves? i uh… might need a second”
• “hey y/n, so about that. when were you gonna tell me you had feelings for me?”
as you held your breath in anticipation, he completed his thought
“i wasn’t sure how i was going to tell you about my feelings, so i take this as a good way to break it to you”
• you two are both laughing at the situation (and at your mutual friend who has zero idea what they just revealed), rantaro putting his hand on your shoulder for leverage as he struggles to compose himself
• “what do you say a date for tomorrow night? it’s my turn to take initiative and put effort into this”
Nagito Komaeda:
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• it started when you wrote a message to your friend about nagito: “i just don’t know what to do… i like him, but what if he doesn’t like me?”
… and accidentally sent it to nagito 💀
• the first reaction you get from him is “?” (that is, the first reaction you can see)
• on the other side of the phone he is freaking out, wishfully thinking that it might be about him, blushing PROFUSELY, pacing around, and is unsure of what the hell is going on
• you immediately send him a follow up message trying to cover your tracks but you get the feeling that he already knows
• in a way, you also want him to know so that you could just get it out there, but it’s extremely nerve racking for everyone involved
• meanwhile every single fiber of his soul is hoping that the message was about him, and that somehow you’d reveal it to be
• “not to pry but could i ask you something y/n? who is this person you have feelings for? we’re friends and i want to help you, if i can”
• this evolves into a conversation about you practically describing the aspects of nagito without actually naming anyone— but it’s exactly what he needs to deduce that you’re talking about him
• you two have the same moment of realization where the tension is so high that you just can’t ignore what you both already know
• “i think i’ll just be honest at this point,,
i’ve been talking about you, nagito. you’re the one i have feelings for.”
• he literally cannot type words. he’s paralyzed by the fact that you of all people??? liking him? no way. he must be dreaming
• his reply reads:
“if i wasn’t already obvious, i have feelings for you too… sorry if it was awkward for me to ask you that. i want to go further but i think i’m worried about ruining our friendship. i want to watch movies with you and maybe even hold hands, i wanna be closer with you. agh. i can’t even think… what am i saying??? just ignore this”
• you reassure him that it’s okay and that these are things you’ll figure out with him along the way. he buries his face into a pillow and sighs with a mixed feeling of excitement, joy, relief, and nervousness. but above all, he’s happy to know his feelings are reciprocated
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cutiemochiii · 1 year ago
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“I’m Looking…”
ANOTHER READER X ZENITSU
(I’m in love with my little clementine if you didn’t realize.)
IN WHICH YOU TAKE A TRIP BACK TO THE ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT
ENJOY!
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Zenitsu was going to die. He was sure of it. He couldn’t get himself to breathe normally, even sprawled out on the ground like a star. He suddenly missed Rengoku, who had to leave him and his friends at the hands of Tengen, as he was busy with a mission. At least Rengoku took pity on them and bought them food after their training. It all made sense now, why you had passed out the one time they had come to visit Tengen’s estate.
While the rest of his friends talked as they caught their breaths, Zenitsu busied his mind with cursing Tengen and all of his ancestors.
Screw you, and your pretty wives, and your father, and your grandfather, and your grandfather’s grandfather-
Tanjiro had asked the group which mission location they would like to return to if they could.
None of them, Zenitsu thought to himself. If he ever saw any of those places again, it would be too soon.
“I want to ride the train again. I’ve never moved so fast without MOVING! We were like, zoom!” Inosuke stood up, sprinting in circles around them to demonstrate. Zenitsu heard your giggle and Tanjiro’s soft chuckle.
“What about you?” Tanjiro asked. Zenitsu glanced at you as you leaned back on your arms and quirked your head in thought.
“Hmm, if I could go back…” you smiled wishfully. “The Entertainment District.”
All of their eyes widened. Even Zenitsu shot up into a sitting position. “THE ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT? WHERE WE FOUGHT THE CREEPY DOUBLE-DEMON DEMON?” He cried out.
You nodded. “Well, yeah. Uzui-san had said a lot about how beautiful it was when it wasn’t under attack. I just, wish we could’ve seen that side of it.” You sighed. Zenitsu had gone quiet. You, wanted to see the Entertainment District? He hadn’t thought you’d be someone who enjoyed places like that. He smiled mischeviously.
“I have an idea.”
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“No.” Tengen turned away. Zenitsu’s face fell. “What?” He followed after the giant man like a puppy.
Tengen stopped, Zenitsu smacking into his back.
Why did that feel like hitting a wall? Zenitsu rubbed his nose.
You looked at him sympathetically; he was trying very hard. You, Inosuke, and Tanjiro were hiding by the entrance to the training yard while Zenitsu attempted to convince the hashira. Tengen turned around. “It’s too dangerous now. Besides, you begged me to never send you back there again after we got back from the last mission.”
Tanjiro made a choked sound as he kept himself from laughing, Inosuke also clapping a hand over his own mouth as he let out a muffled chortle. You grinned. Zenitsu let out an exasperated groan. “Yeah- but, now I want to see it, since we defeated that demon. Besides,” Zenitsu retorted.
“Didn’t you say you were the God of Festivities? I really haven’t seen you live up to your title yet. That’s rather, unflashy, don’t you think?” He placed a finger to his chin, eyes gauging Tengen’s reaction.
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They all sat around Tengen in a half circle, his wives sitting by his side.
For some reason (Uzui-san wouldn’t tell them why), they were back in the Entertainment District. This time, his wives were safe and at his side. “I want to show you all my domain when it isn’t infested with demons. I want to give you a festivity for working so hard.” He had told them when they asked what the purpose of the trip was.
Zenitsu had given his friends a knowing wink.
Now they were listening to Tengen’s ground rules, Tanjiro and his wives nodding along enthusiastically. Zenitsu let out a fake yawn.
“I’m bored~” he whined. “If the demons won’t kill me, then your spiel will.” Tengen glared at him.
“What? I’m just saying. We’re not kids, we understand simple rules. Don’t follow strangers, don’t get in fights, be back at this building for the fire works, blah blah blah.” Zenitsu waved his hand around lazily. You stared at him. Did he have a death wish? “You should just let me leave to explore.” He shrugged.
Tengen merely narrowed his eyes. Clearly the kid was underestimating his sharp intuition. Zenitsu had been acting odd, ever since he asked to come to the Entertainment District. What was the reason? Besides the impending threat of demons, what was different now compared to last time? Tengen was quiet as he thought.
What was--?
It hit him. Zenitsu would’ve never come here of his own volition, and he doubted Tanjiro or Inosuke had been itching to come back either. So it must be, you. He was here for you.
Things began falling in place. Tengen’s eyes slid from you to Zenitsu. “Right.” He drawled. Tengen leaned back, crossing his arms. “Very well.” He looked at you. “You’re going with him. Make sure he doesn’t get himself into anything stupid while I finish talking to them.” He pointed at Tanjiro, Inosuke and his wives.
You nodded as Zenitsu stood up excitedly. “Great! See you guys in a bit.” He waved as he began to exit, you following not far behind him. Inosuke began to stand too.
“Not you.” Tengen warned. Inosuke turned slowly towards him.
“WHAT?!”
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Overwhelming. It was the only thing you could think as you took in all the sights and sounds on the street. Overwhelming in the way an ocean washed a person with an overwhelming sense of peace. Or in the way your family overwhelms you with happiness. Or a field of flowers overwhelms you with it’s lovely sweetness.
There were dancers swaying to music that followed behind them as the marching musiciens seemed to hypnotize them. There were artists, displaying the gorgeous whorls and streaks of color on their canvases. There were magicians, performing tricks for anyone who walked past.
And there were booths upon booths of mouth watering food. You may not have had any money, but your giddy appearance and glowing eyes were enough to convince the vendors to give you small plates of whatever you wanted. Zenitsu however, was not having the same luck. So he stuck to you, picking off your plate like a little orange scavenger. It made you laugh.
You did not let a single event slip past you, prancing with the dancers for a bit, complimenting artists for their talent, in awe of the small tricks the magicians displayed. It was quite refreshing for Zenitsu to see you so carefree, since it seemed you rarely let yourself feel that way.
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The both of you arrived at a booth by a wide river. Displayed at the booth was jewelry; beautiful necklaces of jade, rubies, and pearls. Bracelets of neatly carved stones of all kinds. You tugged Zenitsu closer to the booth, looking at the jewelry in fascination. You didn’t have much jewelry, it wasn’t smart to wear any when fighting. Zenitsu watched you carefully. Your eyes didn’t budge from one of them. A bracelet of twine with different shades of orange stones woven into a tight pattern. It was very beautiful, and would be easy to wear even when fighting, as you could tell it would wrap securely around your wrist.
The vendor caught you staring at the bracelet. “Do you like it?” He asked curiously. You flinched, nodding shyly.
“It’s a very beautiful piece.” You admitted. He grinned at you.
“In a few minutes, everyone gathered around the booth will participate in stone skipping.” He pointed at the people by the river. “Whoever can skip their stone the farthest, gets to pick a jewelry of their choice to take with them.” You nodded with a small smile, the excitement in your eyes from earlier flickering.
I don’t know how to skip rocks.
As you were lost in thought, Zenitsu scouted for a smooth pebble around the booth. He found one, tossing it and snatching it out of the air with an easy smile. “Thank you sir.” Zenitsu bowed. The man nodded at him in acknowledgement.
You caught up to Zenitsu who strode away confidently. “What are you doing?” You whispered softly. He looked at you with a grin.
“What do you mean? I’m going to skip this stone.” Your eyebrows rose.
“You can do that?” Zenitsu chuckled. “I lived by a river when I was younger. Skipping rocks was basically the only thing I’d do all day.” You nodded slowly.
You and Zenitsu stood beside the line of people by the river. It was wider than it had looked from by the booth, and it made you wonder if Zenitsu could really get it farther than anyone else.
People beside you started tossing the rocks at the water, some of them making it a decent distance, while some just plopped and faded away into the abyss. But the energy of the crowd didn’t fade, everyone seemed to be having fun. Finally, it was Zenitsu’s turn.
You gave his arm a gentle squeeze, and he looked at you with a confident gaze. “Watch.” He muttered.
Zenitsu took a deep breath.
Thunder Breathing.
You didn’t even notice the stone as it flew out of his hand, fast enough that you were certain a spark came off of his fingertips. He was crouched, watching the stone zip quickly over the water. His smile began to grow as it passed where other stones had sunk.
It had passed them, and was almost at the other side.
The crowd’s cheering began to get louder as the rock got closer to the other end of the river. It finally landed in the grass, and the crowd broke out into whoops and shouts, some people clapping Zenitsu on the shoulder. “Great throw son!” You heard people yell at him.
You squealed with giddiness, skipping in circles around Zenitsu. “You did it, you did it, you DID it!” You gave him a quick hug, body buzzing with excitement. Zenitsu beamed, matching your energy. The both of you walked back to the booth, the man watching Zenitsu in surprise.
“Well kid, you definitely earned this one.” He said with a grin as Zenitsu pointed at the bracelet you were looking at earlier. “I would like that one.”
How had he known…?
The man handed it to him. Zenitsu bowed gratefully, turning to you. “Here.” He grabbed your hand, lifting your arm. He gently wrapped the bracelet around your wrist. “So you don’t forget how far I skipped that rock.” You giggled at his teasing.
The bracelet glowed as you tilted your arm back and forth. The orange rocks would serve as a constant reminder of Zenitsu. You smiled at the thought.
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Finally, it was time for the fireworks. Zenitsu grabbed the sleeve of your kimono as he ran, pulling you with him. You two made it to the building just in time, Tengen and the rest of your friends waiting for you by the door.
Tengen led you up to the roof of the building. You showed off your bracelet to your friends as Inosuke showed off his string necklace (it was a necklace strung with dumplings, but Inosuke had already devoured them), and Tanjiro pulled out a soft green scarf that he bought Nezuko for the winter. Everyone had enjoyed their time in their own way, even Tengen and his wives, their faces colored with beautiful matching designs.
The first sparks in the sky silenced their conversations, and you gasped as you watched the fireworks fall to the earth like a colorful rain. It fascinated you, you had never seen them so close.
“It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” You tugged on Zenitsu’s sleeve to get his attention. But you didn’t notice that his attention was already on you. He watched the glitter in your eyes as you stared in wonder at the light show before you.
“Yeah, it is.” He agreed softly. You hadn’t looked at him yet. “Zenitsu! Look there, look there!” You pointed at each firework that went off.
“I’m looking…” Zenitsu was looking, just not at what you were pointing to. Tengen saw him watching you out of the corner of his eye.
The fireworks lit up the dark sky, each one a color that you didn’t realize existed. Some even two different colors at once.
They sparkled beautifully, practically like stars.
Your eyes, that is. The fireworks were okay too, Zenitsu thought with a soft smile. He didn’t realize Tengen had gotten closer to him, putting a hand on his jaw and making him face the fireworks. It made Zenitsu’s face burn with embarrassment, having been caught staring like that. But Tengen only dawned a knowing smile. “Don’t miss the moment.” He whispered to the kid.
Zenitsu nodded absentmindedly, allowing himself to move just a bit closer to you. No, he wouldn’t miss the moment. In fact, he’d probably never forget it.
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Author’s Note: Listen, if Akaza can have a romantic moment watching fireworks, you and Zenitsu can too 😤 anyways, UGH IM SO IN LOVE W HIM I SWEAR. I hope I continue to make you fall farther in love with the soft squish that is Zenitsu. Also, we love a supportive Tengen ;-; Till next time lovelies!!
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plan-3-tmars · 1 year ago
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Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart.
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Hey I think the framing of this scene is really fucking cool and I wanna talk about it because I haven't seen anybody do that. yet so. yahooo!! let's get into it
BUT FIRST. Symbolism:
an empty chair can symbolise the absence or memory of someone dear who has passed away. This is very obviously meant to represent Hinako in this scenario
In my interpretation, this scene is Kazui saying goodbye to Hinako and apologising for the circumstances of her death.
The lyrics that play are:
"I’m sure nothing will change and we’ll laugh together and call each other stupid names, so many things I wish i hadn't known, I'm just a coward."
The first part of this verse sounds like he's wishfully thinking about what could've happened after he told her the truth - if anything a bit naively.
Kazui wanted (and still wants) to get the weight of his lies off his chest, but he wasn't ready to face the consequences of that confession, most likely making Hinako's death hit even harder.
Here, he bows to the chair before turning around leaving, a silent goodbye.
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But what about what's going on in the background of this scene? Well!
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As Kazui leaves, these two scenes flash in the background. On the table in the first shot is our good friend the green apple, and Background Kazui picks it up, analyses it, before biting it.
So let's go for another symbolism refresher!!
Green apples can sometimes represent platonic relationships, like friendship, but in Kazui's case this takes the form of a sin - as not loving Hinako romantically is what he's lying about - making it a reference to the Garden of Eden story.
Going from that, biting into an apple can represent feeding into temptation.
My interpretation of this scene is Pre-Marriage Kazui indulging in his 'sin', which in my opinion is the fact he's gay.
Let's go back to that lyric shall we:
"I’m sure nothing will change and we’ll laugh together and call each other stupid names, so many things I wish i hadn't known, I'm just a coward."
So many things you wish you hadn't known huh.. Not knowing you were gay would sure make lying to your wife a whole lot easier wouldn't it?
"What I gave up a long time ago, why is it questioning me now? So many things that I should now have known, I'm just a coward"
Woohoo evidence for Background Kazui being Pre-Marriage Kazui!!!
I think this scene is the last time Kazui let himself be free before marrying Hinako. This could possibly have been when he noticed she had a crush on him at their work.
He's indulging one last time. Embracing his sin instead of hiding it away one. last. time. before giving it up for good, almost like a. goodbye.
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So. I think this scene is framed this way in order to show the parallel of Kazui giving up his sin, and Kazui mourning Hinako's death.
As established, they both have a "goodbye, I'm sorry things turned out this way" atmosphere to them. Kazui is apologetic, in a way, that he has to give up on being his true self and he is apologetic of his lies murdering Hinako, so Milgram conveys this by showing the two scenes posed the same way in front of one another.
This framing also gives the scene a Beginning Vs End feeling that I think is really cool, and the use of Dark Vs Light colours only heightens that! (Though that's slightly off topic rip)
Conclusion? I love this scene it's awesome and amazing and super cool
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just-a-ghost00 · 20 days ago
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Tarot spread suggestion [2]
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This reading can be used to help you identify the dynamics of a connection and help you manifest union with the person if that’s what’s in store for you. As an example, just like I did in a previous similar post, I will use this reading in my situation. So if you’re interested you can check the reading down below.
As you may know I like to use the back of the deck card as a clarifier for the overall energy of a reading. In this case we have the 9 of cups. This card speaks of wish fulfilment as well as feeling deeply connected on an emotional level to other people, especially to a romantic partner or interest. This card denotes a dreamy energy where both parties wish for each other and have a hopeful approach regarding the connection. Both parties feel deeply for one another and may be daydreaming about the other, wishfully thinking about a future together. Both the querent and the person of interest may be trying to manifest each other. This is thus a positive card to begin with as this shows reciprocity in feelings and wanting the connection to be grounded into reality instead of remaining a dream. Them, the energy they are in and bring to the table | 10 of pentacles
The person we are enquiring about is an Earth sign and has important Earth placements in their chart. Thus it is not surprising to see this card coming up. Furthermore, knowledge about this person allows us to understand that their main focus is their work and responsibilities. The 10 of pentacles evokes such energy of hard work paying off. The person here is in a state of abundance and security. They are in their element and feel safe, about their life first but also about the connection. Regarding the connection this person brings in stability and a practical, measured, patient approach. This person has in mind the legacy that they can build, the comfort and protection they can ensure, what they need and expect from such connection. They bring in a protective and self assured energy of someone that is responsible and doesn’t want to mindlessly rush into the unknown at the risk of ruining something beautiful and valuable. This card is a proof of maturity but also of consideration and wariness surrounding the connection as they value stability over anything else, this person may fear losing what they have earned.
The querent, the energy they are in and bring to the table | The World
The World represents fixed sign energy. It just so happens that important placements of my chart are occupied by fixed signs. This card also feels relevant. The World denotes a desire for expansion and an endless curiosity. It’s a very deep energy and one of receiving rather than giving in my opinion. On this specific card, a beautiful feminine character is depicted with gorgeous lushious hair and an incredible allure. The character is both very pure and sensual. This gives me divine feminine energy. The World is also completion which shows that the querent here is in a position of a higher level of growth compared to the other. The World is looking to the right, in the direction of the other and towards the future. The querent is thus in an energy of wanting to move towards the other and move forward together. This is a card of confidence and standing your ground, knowing that the world is yours and you have all that it takes to get it. The querent has completed a cycle and is at the point in their life where they have learned their lessons and done their healing. They have everything they need and are in a perfect disposition to both give and receive love, to expand as their own individual but also to contribute to the expansion of the connection. The World card gives me a “shoot to kill” kind of vibe here. While the other person’s focus is the material and practical aspect of the connection, the querent sees the bigger picture and considers the relationship on a spiritual level.
The connecting energy leading to union | Ace of wands
The ace of wands is a card that speaks of passion and creativity. It represents new ideas and the beginnings of a project. It’s also the spark that often ignites the machinery of any dynamic. What connects the two individuals and brings them together is first and foremost a strong desire for each other. The passion burning here is stronger than any reservation or worry the two may have. This card may also mean that a common interest may allow a union to happen. This could be a creative endeavour, a physical activity, a project of any kind that would get them to work together towards the same goal. The ace of wands also represents instincts. This may indicate that union could happen very naturally as the two are guided by their inner compass towards one another. I felt the need to clarify this ace and got the 4 of wands. This is a card that symbolises commitments and also celebrations such as marriages. This could mean that union for the two will take the form of a committed relationship, possibly marriage if both share traditional values. Other than that this could indicate that a gathering or celebration will lead to union between the querent and the person of interest. With the combination of the ace of wands and the 4 of wands this could indicate the birth of a child. So the birth of a child could bring the two parties together.
The steps the querent needs to take to manifest union | The Moon
The querent is encouraged to remain in a receptive, passive, Yin energy and to embody that divine feminine we were talking about earlier. The Moon also represents secrecy, introspection and intuition. So the querent is advised to focus on their own self and well being, to nurture themselves and their emotional sphere. If they were to have any fears, working on those and releasing them could help the connection greatly. There is a need here to fully let go and surrender to the divine when it comes to the future of this connection. The querent has done everything they needed to do and no further action is required from them. They now have to wait and see if the seeds they planted will grow. As the Moon is associated with Pisces the querent is also encouraged to nurture their creativity and dreams outside of the connection, to hone their skills and intuition in order to better understand the undercurrents of this relationship.
The actions they need to take to manifest union | page of pentacles
If the other person’s wish is indeed to manifest union, they need to make a practical and tangible offer. The initiative should come from their side. As this is a page, the offer doesn’t need to be grand. A simple invitation to hang out, a genuine show of affection would be enough to get the connection further. The other party has to get out of their comfort zone and risk being rejected. They have to study the querent and figure out which gesture would be the most appropriate. This could take the form of a gift, a handwritten letter, a date. The form is up to the person as long as it comes from the heart and is a well thought action. They need to approach the querent with respect and gentleness, to take the time to get to know them but also to reassure them about their intentions. They need to make their plans known as well as their goals. They need to express their expectations for the connection so that both parties can consensually move further if they wish.
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ivryne · 2 years ago
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. . . ⌗ the aftermath ! 🔬 | scara x f!reader
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— 014 : a new face 🍬
scara’s appearance finally
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The night was still young, the party barely started. The penthouse was filled with people he doesn’t know, loud music engulfed every corner, cans of coke and beer filled the tables, not leaving any empty spaces. It’s safe to say that Scaramouche was overwhelmed.
Parties was never really his thing. But perhaps he longed to see someone in particular. It’s been 2 weeks after their last project meeting and they have been getting warmer ever since.
Those malice tones behind his words slightly toned down, replaced with glints of tease instead. Her daily insults were now more at ease, sole purpose to lighten the mood instead of bringing him on edge (only partly true though).
Though of course, their occasional banters and fights were still as boldly evident. One disagreement can lead into series disasters. But hey, it’s a bit of an improvement right? Maybe it wasn’t too noticeable, but the atmosphere surrounding the two has surely calmed down.
As if on que, what seemed to be a group of people entered the door. With laughters overflowing from some, soft chuckles from others, and a side eye from one. Although, the group wasn’t exactly what peaked his interest.
There lies the person he had been waiting for not that he’d ever admit that. The makeup drawn on your eyes made them more saturated than ever, with the blush on your cheeks that highlighted your features, he almost failed to notice a blue haired man beside you.
Words he planned to spare for you left untucked, no longer in need of use. He saw the smile you gave that man, the light in your eyes brighter than the mirrorball hanging above, as the person alongside you returned the same smile.
Scaramouche knew he had to remember. You and him were on a temporary truce, a t-truce as you would phrase it. All that just for the sake of your grades and what comes after will be the same as before. Besides that you guys were nothing, barely even friends. But alas, that alone couldn’t stop his heart to clench ever so slightly. Silently hoping that it was him that you smiled for, and wishfully thinking about what would happen if you never hated him before.
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+ fun fact & bonus — !
zhongli is hutao’s uncle but he’s basically raised her bc her parents died since she was young.
as briefly mentioned before too, zhongli is a professor in TU.
he’s also quite well known amongst students
bc he doesn’t really understand twitter, hu tao is the one that put his header and pfp, hence why she is there
also, meet ayato’s twt profile
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. . . ⌗ the aftermath ! 🔬 masterlist - prev | next
synopsis — the aftermath ! After a drunken night that resulted in some late night endeavors, you woke up in an unfamiliar environment. Looking around you in search for any familiarity, you spot a familiar tuff of violet hair beside you, hidden beneath the heavy duvet. Realization blew you over as you finally connected the scattered dots. Did you really just sleep with Scaramouche, your no.1 nemesis and rival? Well I guess all we can do is wish you luck to deal with the aftermath.
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NOTE. not my best chp but i’m feeling drained. there r so many works at my school rn and as part of the student council literally everything is so hectic this week i want to cry 😭
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wordtotherose · 1 year ago
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An arm crosses her chest, fingers pushing at her side to turn her around and she does, stiffly, fists clenched over the hilts of her spare daggers still. It probably isn't the most intimidating she's ever looked, what with having spilt a spoonful of broth down her comfy shirt earlier and her hair freshly washed and thus falling in ridiculously long damp waves everywhere. She hopes that she looks a little feral, at least.
"Well! That's us for today, I think!" Astarion says with false amounts of cheer, arm now firmly braced across her back and hand guiding her towards him, his body curving ever so slightly to accommodate her. He waves over their pressed together shoulders to the reporter who'd interrupted their dinner. "Good luck with the writing and all that shit. Bye now!"
He faces forward and starts walking them both to the bar across the room, pushing Elizia gently onto one of the bar stools and taking the one next to her. His hand moves to uncurl her fingers from the dagger at her waist and gives her himself to clutch at instead. She loosens her grip enough to let him, and not to crush his fine bones together. She does prefer those fingers unbroken.
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He doesn't try to talk to her about it yet, instead securing them a couple of cups of wine. He sips his calmly, gaze wandering around what he can see of the room whilst she stares at her own drink as if she can make it taunt her into a fight if she just glares enough. Irritation still itches under her freckled skin and she can't stop her leg from bouncing what with the need for a fight still raging. A more detached part of her wonders if this is how Karlach feels everytime she enters a rage. Fucking understandable that she goes until she passes out then, Elizia thinks.
Astarion hums thoughtfully next to her and for a brief moment she thinks she's spoken aloud and the anger's hold slips slightly but he's just swilling the wine around in its cup, studying it as he always does with his alcohol.
He notices her looking and sends her a small smile, a genuine one, the kind that invites her into his joke rather than keeping her on the outside of it like he used to.
He tips his cup into hers and says, "tastes like shit".
Her breath leaves her in a rush and her body relaxes. Her forehead hits the unfortunately sticky bar with a thump and Astarion's quiet laugh rumbles up her spine, low and warm.
"And you call me dramatic," he says with a squeeze of her hand before letting go.
"You are," she grumbles into the bartop.
"Can't hear you when you're talking into a table, pet."
With a deeply felt sigh she sits up and looks him dead in his damnably impish eyes. "Yes you damn well can. You heard me call you an idiot across the bloody docks yesterday."
He smiles wishfully as if reminiscing of the moment. "I do recall you called me pretty too, though."
"I said 'at least' you're pretty. It was really much more insult than compliment."
He shrugs with a laugh and takes a drink. "At least I wasn't pulling my blades on an innocent member of the press in a crowded inn. Ooo there's something fun there with blades...maybe I should go find them and let them have it to make their headline. No? The look you're giving me, darling, makes me think you'd rather I didn't."
She narrows her eyes further. "What gave it away?" She asks through gritted teeth.
"I know your hearing isn't quite as good as mine but I do think you heard the bit about your face- oh and now you're also holding that cup far too tightly to be good for it, that also gives it away."
She slams the now-empty cup down and turns to face him, her knees knocking into his on the way.
"They were asking if I thought this whole fucking mess had been in a way 'good for business'! And went on to insinuate I was your madam. So no! I don't want to help them!"
"Well that's not quite how they put it."
"Astarion."
His smile softens and he spins to face her, taking her hands in both of his. "They were an idiot. It happens. Frequently around us, might I add, I'm honestly not sure how you manage to attract such riff-raff so easily. Yes, see, a glare like that and you'd think they'd take off for the hills."
She rolls her eyes but does let his gentle hold soothe as it is intended to. "You didn't."
"In our case it's most definitely you who should have ran far away considering I had every intention of killing you."
She shrugs. "You had good reasons, I could respect it."
He grins and brings one of her hands to his lips, a kiss pressed almost hard to the back of her fingers, it's grounding. It's nice.
"Feeling better?"
"Mm," she lets herself have one last deep sigh before shaking herself out of it; her hair scatters around her and Astarion's eyes follow it falling over her eyes.
He quirks a brow at her, teasing and sweet in all its imperiousness, as she looks up at him through the fiery curtain now in her way. "Any shot you know how to braid hair?"
He blinks once. Twice. "You- Yours?"
She nods. "It's easier with help."
His fingers twitch in hers in the way she's learning to associate with anxiety stemming from intimacy. She hadn't thought ahead about what she was asking but now she could see it how he might and winced.
"You don't have to, of course, even if you do."
There's another beat of silence between them, filled by the general hubbub of the inn's main floor around them. She waits, pressing her thumb into the palm of his hand in the way she knows he likes, a silent reminder that he's here and in his own, free, body. His trademark smile comes back as if it never left, quick as a flash he's letting go of her hands to tug and rearrange her hair as if taking its measure.
"I'm certain I can make a decent job of it, even if it has been a while. Certainly better than Wyll did for Shadowheart the other week."
Elizia cracks a smile, leaning away and pushing herself to her feet. "Is that your standard of a good braid? Really? I'm not sure I want to let you near my hair if so."
He follows, grinning with those sharp fangs just visible. "I'll take good care of you, my love, have no fear."
She deliberately misaims a kick to his shin, causing him to dance a step away.
"Oh that's how we're feeling tonight? Still got some of that energy pent up I see!"
This time she doesn't miss and he squawks before catching up to her on the stairs, pulling her down a step to hold her against him, arms wrapped around her stomach. Her stomach swoops at the sudden movement and she tips her head back onto his shoulder, eyes closed as he noses at her neck through her hair.
"Hells, we really do need to sort this don't we."
"Oh no," she says, voice dripping with sarcasm as she pats his forearms in a signal to be let go, he steadies her before she continues climbing, "lost easy access to my neck have we?"
"I can always rely on you to sympathise, darling."
"Hair first, biting after."
"Always so eager, aren't you?"
"I'm serious, I just washed it all, I don't need you getting blood back into it."
"It's already red, you'd never notice."
"Astarion."
A huff and then he's moving in front to dig the key to their room out of his trouser pocket.
"Yes, alright, I suppose I see the sense in it."
Door open, she leans up to kiss his cheek before slipping into the room first to hunt for the hairbrush and comb. "It normally takes about an hour but with help maybe only half that!"
From the doorway there's a dramatically put-upon groan.
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sunny-reis · 1 year ago
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hi! can i request akito shinonome x reader where they get into an argument? maybe it takes them a few days to make up because akito is stubborn and reader is a bit shy and overthinks like "what if he doesnt want me anymore" or whatever. oneshot please..! thank you, and have a nice day!! dont write if you dont wanna :)
oneshot - post-argument tension w/ akito
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i wish i never ever told you all about it, but i just had to let you know; never meant to hurt you, tho
notes: pjsk req woohoo 🤠 i'm not sure if you wanted them to make up after the whump so ,.,,.,. we ball lmao
tags: gender-neutral reader, you're friends with ena, an, and kohane
word count: 1,987
thirteen hours and twenty-six minutes.
that’s how long you’ve gone without hearing the familiar ding! of a message from akito. it’s almost half past nine now, you note, double-checking the small alarm clock on the side table by your bed. it's been more than half a day since you’ve talked to the redheaded idiot you call a boyfriend, and you can't help but be pissed (and worried sick, but you're too angry to think about that right now. he doesn't deserve my worry, you think).
it all started late yesterday, when he was supposed to come over to your place after his afternoon dance practice – the two of you had made plans to visit a cute new bakery opening on main street. needless to say, he completely ignored your texts and calls, replying hours later with a simple “sorry, i forgot. catch up with you later.” being human, you replied with a series of passive-aggressive texts, inevitably leading to an explosive argument. you sat on the couch for what felt like hours after, kicking around the stupid cow plushie he won you at a summer fair now on the ground. how hard is it to call ahead? or keep a stupid promise?
and so, here you are, listening to music in bed and staring emptily at the ceiling. a single thought floats around in your head: what the hell’s up with akito? he’s never been the type to be dry, not even on the numerous times when he's been frustrated out of his mind with schoolwork, or fed up with family politics and his dad. the night goes by slowly, and after far too much moping, you huff and sit up against the headboard. pausing your music, you open the messages app to (wishfully) check for a text from akito, only to be met with the same “hey aki, call me when you're free” you sent hours ago. sighing, you text the one person you think would know where he is: ena.
you - 10:32
hey ena !
is aki home? he won't reply to me
minutes later, a message bubble pops up.
enanan - 10:37
umm yeah
but he looked pretty tired when he came home an hour ago
you bite your nail, a force of habit; akito’s dance practice ends at 3:20 at the very latest. what on earth has he been doing for the past six hours?
you - 10:38
oh okay ;-;
ena - 10:38
did he say something to you?
i’ll kick his ass if he did something stupid
just say the word !!
you let out a small laugh, wrapping the covers tighter around yourself. count it on ena to keep him straight.
you - 10:39
nonono i was just overthinking !
poor guy’s probably exhausted :(
ena - 10:40
probably
get some rest though !! no man’s worth losing sleep over
you - 10:40
yeahhh i probably should
you too !!
ena - 10:41
eh i’ll try
night y/n :)
you - 10:41
nighttt
unfaithful to your words, you do not get some rest. instead, you spend far more time than you should mindlessly scrolling through anything and everything you can find on your phone to distract yourself from your thoughts, somehow ending up playing through a particularly spicy story on episode at two am. looking up from the dim screen, you sigh. ena’s right - no man’s worth losing sleep over. tapping furiously through the rest of the episode, you toss your phone under the pillow next to you and shut your eyes, trying to sleep.
although you managed to get a good six hours of sleep, you find your eyes shooting awake at 8:37 am. although it's the weekend, a sunday, you've become accustomed to waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to get ready. sitting up and stretching, you quietly pad down to the bathroom to fix yourself, being rid of last night's woes.
after a small breakfast of cereal and orange juice, you make a list of everything you plan to do today; an, a member of akito’s dance group and one of your closest friends, proposed you, ena, and kohane go out for lunch at one of the numerous cafes on main street. going outside definitely sounds better than sitting at home and sulking, so you set off to the cafe an send the address to at noon.
a little bell chimes as you open the door, instantly hit by the sweet aroma of various pastries on display. you see everything, from blueberry muffins to finely decorated cakes; your wallet feels lighter at the sight of them. making your way over to a table in the secluded corner where an waves at you, signature smile plastered on your face, you sit down on the booth. next to you sits ena, and across, an and kohane.
“hey, y/n, good to see you!” says ena, followed by a small wave from kohane.
“hello hello! i haven't seen you in a while, kohane, how’s everything going?” you ask, setting your bag down next to you.
“sorry,” she replies sheepishly, “we've been so busy with practice and school, i barely get the energy to catch up!”
“aw,” you frown, once again thinking about akito, “don't tire yourself out too much.”
“ah, it's only for a little bit! once we finish nail last routine, we’ll be done with practice and ready to perform!” an laughs; kohane only sighs.
“yeah, but it's so hard…toya and akito have been cooped up at the studio for ages, now. if it’s hard for them, imagine how hard it is for me!”
“hey, don't sell yourself short, kohane! i’ve seen the way you dance, you make it look so easy!” says ena, taking a sip of the her coffee. you nod in agreement.
“trust me, whatever you're doing is working! aki’s tried teaching me some moves – let's just say it didn't end well.” the four of you chatter away giddily until a waiter brings over a fancy rack of desserts to sample, courtesy of an. there are a humble few slices of cake, and far too many small treats you don't know the name of.
“wow, an, you sure have a keen eye for desserts!” says ena, happily finishing her coffee with a cat-shaped cookie.
“of course i do, i haven't been working at a cafe for nothing!”
“oh, you!”
a little while after you all finish, you say your goodbyes to an and kohane, leaving you an ena at scramble crossing.
“so…do you wanna walk around, or go back home? i have some time to kill.” she asks, the two of you crossing the road as the cars come to a halt.
“i’m fine with walking, i don't really have anything to do at home.” you shrug, checking your watch. it’s only 2:45 and the only thing waiting for you at home is a full washing machine, so you opt to wander around the city with ena.
somewhere around the local playground, the two of you have a heart-to-heart on the far-too-small swings.
“has everything been okay with you and akito?” she asks, leaning against the chain, “i feel like something’s up. you can talk to me about it if you want.” you sigh.
“well…kind of? i think he's been ignoring me and i’m really worried. i don't think i did anything to upset him, and he’s been really exhausted lately.”
“oh, yeah, he's been coming home later too. i don't blame him, really. i guess perfectionism is a family disease.”
“definitely,” you shake your head, “i'm not angry at him at all, but i feel…hurt.” she sits up alertly.
“why? did he say something?”
“no, no, that's the problem! he missed our date the other day, but he said sorry and we fought over text. i feel so bad, but i know i’m not being irrational, and he's ghosting me! we’ve fought before, but what if this is it?” ena mumbles under her breath, something about a “stupid kid”.
“you both really are perfect for each other, you know that?” you tilt your head in confusion.
“how so?”
“you're both so hard-headed,” she laughs, “and stupid, sometimes. although that's more him than you.”
“i guess so.”
“but seriously, let me talk to him at home. maybe then he’ll get the balls to apologize and it’ll all be okay again.”
“you don't need to get tangled up in this mess, ena, don't worry-”
“oh, shut up! no man is worth lowering your standards for, that applies to him, too! maybe it’ll do you both some good, too.”
“you're the best, really.” you say, squeezing her hand.
“oh, i know.” ena flounces; you laugh, getting off the swing and brushing the sand off your lap. the walk to your house is short, or so you assure ena, but she walks back with you anyways.
“don't worry about akito, okay? i’ll handle him.” she says, walking down the steps to your house. you nod, waving at her as she leaves. deep down, the two of you know that won't be happening – worrying about akito is a part of the package, so you’ve come to realize.
you decide to spend the rest of the day lazing around on the couch, snacking on popcorn as you binge chick flicks. as you subconsciously replay the events of the past two days in the back of your mind, the guilt settles in. you sit up, checking your phone for any messages and signs of life from akito, and flinching at the sudden brightness. looking around, the state of the living room is as pathetic as you feel. there are popcorn kernels where you tried (and failed) to throw them in the small trash can, pillows strewn all over the floor, blankets folded messily, each mess driving you crazier by the minute. pausing the movie, you sigh, getting up to clean whatever you see. although you still feel like garbage mentally, seeing the room decently clean makes you feel slightly better.
before you realize it, you're yawning and no longer paying attention to mean girls playing on the laptop in bed. sitting up and stretching, you set it on the nightstand, wrap yourself up in a blanket cocoon, and begin to fall asleep.
you're woken out of your peaceful slumber by the abrupt ring of the doorbell. rubbing your eyes, you pad to the front door, opening it to see none other than-
“aki? what are you doing here, it’s the middle of the night?” he’s drenched, clearly having walked here in the ongoing downpour behind him. how cliché. you let him in, helping him feel off his jacket and fetching him a towel.
“so, are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room?” you ask, sitting down next to him on the couch. he looks down at his feet.
“yeah, we probably should.”
“speak your peace, then, i’m listening.”
“well…i’m sorry i've been an ass,” akiro sighs, “everything’s been so overwhelming lately.”
“i’m sorry, too. i shouldn’t have been so passive-aggressive, it clearly only made things worse.” he shakes his head.
“no, i get it. i was in the wrong and i lashed out at you for no reason. i missed our date, too! i’ve been really shitty to you, you don't deserve any of that.”
“i understand why it happened, aki,” you say, giving him a small smile and grasping his hand in yours, “you can talk to me when things get rough, though, you know what.”
“i know, i know, and i'm sorry.”
“no use dwelling on the past now, i guess, yeah?”
akito nods, laying down on your lap; you play with his hair absentmindedly, listening to him mumble about his week. the weight on your chest is lifted just by the sight of him opening up to you again, and you feel much better.
“hey, aki, promise me something.”
“hm?”
“don't ghost me again, or i’ll kick your ass.”
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kushisone420 · 1 year ago
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Realizing Self isn't selfish. In fact not realizing self is selfish
This might be a ramble, but here we go.
Like a decent percentage of people who got into the law of assumption, it was all because of a person. Before I got into this rabbit hole of law of assumption and nonduality I had manifested a man into my life who was perfect, basically somewhat of a guy version of me. I made a list of everything I desired in a man and let it go and it just happened. However, my beliefs, unhealed attachment issues, putting him on a pedestal and seeing love as something outside of myself turned into undesirable experiences. I then turned to the law of assumption after coming across a Reddit post of women getting her SP back. I saw it as some magic spell to get the love back that I craved. It worked for the first three months but I still wasn't getting the desired results I wanted. I then became obsessed with my desires from the month of March to June. Constantly wishfully thinking, not being. I stopped meditating, a practice I had cultivated for over a year. Then.. a 3P came into the mix. My ego and mortal mind was really upset because I had been doing everything right, or I thought I had. Then a good friend in Early June got me into the work of John Paolucci and that got me into non dualism.
I see this so often with many people manifesting SPs. It takes them so long or it never happens and they manifest/experience someone else because they see their SP outside of themselves. They obsess, watch every move their SP makes and often them wanting their SP is a sign of an unhealed wound they need to release. I know mine was along with my beliefs that I wasn't perfect, men would leave me, and only want me for my body and looks.
I don't identify with that person anymore. Since walking towards realizing self I love everyone and everything. I look at my dogs with so much love because they are me, everyone around me and I have so much love for my SP,. I love him because he was the person who pushed me to walk down this path and I love him because he is me. I don't really need him right now and I let go, and let god.
Here are some takeaways from my experience:
Like Lester Levenson mentioned in his book Key to the Ultimate Freedom, realizing self benefits the world more than you think. A lot of my friends have gotten into spirituality more and non duality. I find myself to be a better friend than I once was, I am more caring, I listen better, I love unconditionally. I let people be who they are and I expect nothing but the best for them.
In my journal in January I wrote "All my life I had been filling other's cups up expecting them to fill mine in return, how selfish of me to do so. I want to fill my cup up so much that it overflows and others can drink from it". Fill your cup up first, give without expecting a return.
Love is so fucking powerful. Actual divine love. Not the egotistical/mortal love. Love is so free, relaxing, powerful, and blissful. I am convinced that experiencing love with another person or what John Paolucci calls "dream people" is just a cherry on top.
If you are reading this and are into LOA, please just ask yourself why you are manifesting an SP. Remind yourself who you are.. Dissolve any ego regarding it. LOA can be so misunderstood, people often think they are doing techniques to get something but that is far from the truth. You are doing the techniques to feel. You are touching your pure source, who you are.
At times when I want to feel the source of love, I sit in my heart chakra, asking myself "Who am I?" and I just feel it glow and it is so powerful and blissful. I have started to do this often whenever I have a thought. I love it so much.
I still do want to experience love with another person. But healthy love, preferably with someone who is open to nonduality and wants to learn or someone who already knows. I don't need it, but it is something to experience. I manifested/brought to awareness the body of Kush on this planet to experience, have fun, play, and learn who I am. Earth is a playground for gods, I want to dig my toes in the sandbox lol. For now I am just focused on Self. Anyways, just a ramble, experience sharing and some of my thoughts. I don't really identify with my human self as much anymore so this post could be deleted as it shares some of my past. But for now, I wanted to share this, maybe someone who was in the same spot as me.
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decarbry · 2 years ago
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I'd love to learn your thoughts on the rest of the bnha cast, particularly the main characters! Could you list your top 10 and share why you like them?
THIS WAS SO TOUGH I had to go through a complete character list to make sure I didn't miss anyone and I'm still not satisfied
Honestly BNHA does so well with character variety I love so much of the cast, tho it does fall into the pit of "there are too many characters and story threads to finish them all or even mention them ever again", do not talk to me about Shinsou
Anyway we're ignoring Aizawa, Yamada, and Eri because I think everyone already knows that they're my least favorite characters /s
10. Overhaul - probably one of the worst people in the show tbh but I really loved anytime his character was on screen?? he was such a calm but simmering threat before he was actively violent and honestly his voice acting in the dub imo was REALLY special. the whole organized crime angle is also one of my vibes in storytelling so I really enjoyed his character. plus his character design is *chef's kiss*
9. Tokoyami - he's a bird man with a dark passenger that acts like a puppy sometimes what's NOT to love -- I'm actually going to cheat and tie Tokoyami with Bakugou here because I had second thoughts. Bakugou's pivot in his relationship with Midoriya was one of my favorite character development moments and felt so well-done and earned that he's definitely in my top 10
8. Mirio - BEST BOY! Togata is just so positive and wholesome and selfless, every time I revisit his clash with Overhaul I sob my eyes out. I wasn't on board with his pivot in eye design at first but once I got to know him I fell for him HARD. There's literally no downside to this guy but at the same time that's ALRIGHT! Rather than it being obnoxious it's done in a way that I find flawless. like he still has weaknesses but he's composed so well as a character
7. Amajiki - how can you not love this poor anxious guy?? he's very relatable and anytime he pushes through his head to succeed in his goals I just want to scream and hug him. plus his quirk is amazing and I could NEVER because I'm such a picky eater
6. Kurogiri/Shirakumo - THE POWER OF ANGST no but partly it’s his relationship to our two favorite UA teachers but also Oboro seemed like such a GEM and I want to know him as he was and I have such high hopes for where the story is currently headed… Kurogiri himself is such a cool reflection/twist of his original personality that I find myself trying to read into every appearance he makes. Save him please
5. Shigaraki - kind of more superficial to begin with because his motivations were never SUPER interesting to me but his character arc has been a joy to watch and YES I know villains and heroes alike in this story have great writing that make them sympathetic but. for me Shiggy is one of the most obvious. like he can't be forgiven because he has done SO much damage and taken SO many lives but he really is the perfect hybrid example of when heroes fail those around them, and when villains influence those around them. also his path from childish gamer tantrum child to legitimate terrifying threat was a slow burn that feels earned. I think he was also my favorite early character design, specifically his full-hand costume he wore first at the USJ
4. Shinsou - dude's personality aside he's impressively ambitious and I really feel for his circumstance, I kinda took to him like Aizawa did? i was really invested in his path from the start and really would love to see him achieve his goal. i just want to see what he'll doooo. he was a major part of why I enjoyed season 5. hopefully he makes an appearance in the manga to help with current events but I'm probably just wishfully thinking
3. All Might - i usually never like the "superman" character in most things but Toshinori is imo the best-written of them and he has such a great character arc. i want all the best for this man that gave and is giving so much to the world, all at the cost of himself
2. Dabi - HONESTLY these last two can be interchangable. Dabi's character design is probably my favorite in the entire story. it's simple but iconic and very visually appealing even though it's. dead and burned skin LMAO. i'll be brutally honest, tho Todoroki is a great character and Endeavor is definitely trying, that whole family drama is kinda disinteresting to me (but is getting better)(which I hope continues since it's the opinion of some of the more... vocal readers that it's all that carries the later story and if that's true I want to REALLY enjoy it, y'know?). i'm thankful for Dabi because his existence in the story finally has my ears perked towards that thread and I really appreciate his drive even though the intention is to destroy hero society
1. Hawks - I'm going to repeat myself: CHARACTER DESIGN. the moment I saw Hawks I was like. in love. I really like spy storylines in general but I get easily drawn to characters that are outwardly charming, friendly, a bit obnoxious, confident, and know exactly how to appear in order to communicate their intentions. But then deep down... soooo many secrets. Plus, aside from Hawks' tragic family story, his tie to Endeavor as his idol is an extreme positive for Endeavor's character arc in my eyes. Hawks' tragedy doesn't end there though, because in a world of government-sponsored heroes he is perhaps THE MOST government-sponsored, and though they were the reason he had the resources to get to where he is, it's a weakness that has him kind of leashed, and I find that really sad. then we have his ruthlessness, which no matter how you feel about what happened to Twice, is sometimes necessary when it comes to saving the most amount of people. Hawks being the one to take that final action cemented him in my top 3
Honorable mentions for the rest that fall into the black hole of spots 11-20:
Midoriya, Bakugou, Tsuyu, Nana Shimura, Kaminari (just a dumb, lovable lad), Midnight, Kirishima, Mirko, Ryukyu, Monoma, Honenuki, Fatgum (challenging Mirio for best boy placement), Endeavor
Honorable honorable mentions for character designs I just LOVE:
Thirteen, Snipe, Sero, Kuroiro, Mandalay/all of the Pussycats tbh, Majestic, Mr. Compress, Geten, Moonfish, USJ Nomu, Rappa
Honorable honorable honorable mention for this dude that doesn't appear enough to qualify for the list but still deserves a shout-out:
Yokumiru Mera, please let him sleep
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sapphire-writes · 2 years ago
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Okay, since you're invested and Im too lazy to study for my Theory presentation tomorrow (but somehow awake enough to do this- God gives his hardest battles to his stronger soldiers) let's go! I also realised after writing this whole thing that it's too long to be an ask but i couldnt copy it as a post and.. ive come too far for anything else! ch.3
“Found him,” Aemond said.  Aegon trails behind him, looking disheveled.  “Where was he?” Baela asks.  Aemond glances around the room.  “Y/N here?” 
MY BABY!!!! he knows it's gonna devastate her to be yet again faced with aegon's complete disregard and shitting all over their relationship and still he's being so careful and tactful and thoughtful!
His tongue pokes at his cheek, as he watches you. His sapphire eye catches the light from the kitchen, sending geometric shapes on the wall.
this was such a good line tho! like, you can imagine the little light shapes around the room moving around whenever he tilts his head or turns his head. such a good visual! (the V on the sweatpants as well but for now im keeping it classy)
“She’s single, I’m single,” he says, no growls, at you, “it's not a big fucking deal.”
imagine having to defend to your crush why you fake shagged sb and having to argue that you're not dating anyone so you're allowed to have ALL the fun!! Yay such joy!!
also btw!! why lie in the first place? just to spite her? maybe......... to see how she would react?.... i mean... there's a saying in my native language : "you fish with empty nets hoping to get full ones" dude was baiting her? wishfully baiting her? crossing his fingers baiting her? and it fucking worked too? what a mad lad
“Fuck, Aemond,” you want to keep yelling at him. You want a reaction from him, some remorse, something besides that cold look, “you really are heartless.”
Aemond turns his head to you, purple and sapphire eye aglow with anger. He pushes off the counter, striding towards you. 
“Go to bed, Y/N,” he says in a voice dripping with disdain, “you’re not my friend, you’re not my girlfriend. Stop acting like one.”
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“I’m not staying.” A flicker of confusion dances across his sharp features.  “Why?” [...] Aemond stays eerily still. His eye searches your face, taking in the look of acceptance that follows the words you speak. 
“So after the party, you won’t have to deal with me anymore,” you tell him, the bitterness evident in your voice. 
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Aemond’s eyes light up as you fail to answer, the beginning of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.  [...] There is a look in Aemond’s eye, reminiscent of a rabid dog.
no comment... i just love those lines... pay no attention to me
I have to wonder... how many times in the past had Aemond fantasized about waking up, going to the kitchen to have his morning coffee and toast and whatever and then her showing up, all warm and lazy from her sleep. how many times did he do the do thinking about lifting her on that very counter and fucking her just like he did irl? because you know since those mornings have been established as a sort of "them" time, you know he latched onto that and used it as jerking off material.. also those morning showers? i bet you my left lung he did. (please dear author.. what Does he think about while getting himself off?) also you have to love how open and responsive and vocal he is! all the love! all the kisses!!!
He fucking ripped your stockings holy shit. 
you know he'd been thinking of doing that for a looong ass while
Aemond blinks to look up at you, drinking in the hedonistic expression on your face. 
i love it when dreams come true. very heartwarming ya know....
“You gonna cum for me?” he asks, his voice rough as gravel.
God, you want to smack that stupid self-indulgent look off his face.
if only she realized how much he risked -like emotionally- by kissing her and making that first move...
now some ch. 1 because i MUST
Aemond nods, flagging down the bartender.  “Yeah 'cause you’re acting like an idiot.” [...] “No you’re an idiot,” he faces you, a sick smile on his face. He often gets that wild look in his eye when you start arguing. 
it's the attention.. he's a lovesick fool. pay him no mind
“You’re a very smart girl,” he says leaning closer, “but you’re not acting like one.” “You don’t get it,” you tell him[...] Aemond chuckles [...] “I live with you fuckers,” he says, taking a sip from his drink, “I know everything that goes on, princess.” [...] “Don’t you think you deserve better?” [...] “You’re not my friend Aemond,” you snap, “you’ve made that quite clear the past couple of years. So stop acting like one.” His eyes bore into yours. [...] He doesn’t say anything, he only hums deep within the back of his throat before tearing his gaze from you. 
and one last line from ch, 4
Aemond’s silk shirt is open at the top, revealing his chest. He wears a different chain tonight, nothing hanging from it. You swallow hard.
let the chain be a main character! it has all the potential, we want her, we love her, she is stunning, amazing, showstopping...
IM LIVING FOR THIS COMMENTARY FRIEND 🫶🏻
As for lying about Rhaena: yeah he lied, knowing it would start a fight, he was totally baiting her. He just went along with it because she was like "seriously?? you fucked Rhaena??"
You've hit the nail on the HEAD! As for what he thinks of when he ya know 💦 😏 ofc he's thinking about the reader, those moments in the kitchen, the moments when they argue just grabbing the back of her neck and kissing her, breaking all his rules and going for it.
and then he finally does 🥹
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piease-iove-me · 2 years ago
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all. of. them
hiiii thank you 🥺🥺
✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)
mmmm absolutely that one jibaro inspired thing i write this September? i love that baby so much :')
💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?
yes!!! it's something i started years ago and then dropped. but always think about:') it's got mercenaries and familiars and a whole gang of idiots stuck in one place :')
💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?
omg absolutely those who mention lines from the chapters OR even better when people go on and on about plot points and characters 🥺 just make me smile so incredibly wide
🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?
omg idk?? i honestly always scream about it to someone/everything when I'm in trouble 🥹🥹🥹
🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?
mmmm everything???? mostly I'm just afraid it's not good enough but isn't that just how it is to post and put something of yours out there
🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?
oh uh... answer to both would be me, in all honesty:') my brain mostly
🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing
oh god that's a tough one. wishfully i can say it's nice enough to pass general approval????
🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?
wordy. it's wordy. but ever-evolving
🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)
i don't really know how to???
💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language
idk depends? lately I'd say the writing itself and characters rather than the plot
💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?
mmm as i said, my first dd which got lots of support 🥹
🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?
mmm omg mind blank. maybe all in some kinds? but not necessarily in a bad way
🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?
yes😓 there's this heavily dd fic I'm writing with a friend's help that's such a challenging thing to write. i actually had to take a break from it because it often took me in a bad place mentally and i really can't do that rn
💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.
omg... i can't find anything good to say about them. they're so old all i wanna do is orphan it😭
🍭why did you start writing?
for funsies? just to see if i could pull it off, still trying to understand if i can, actually but it's fun
💎why is writing important to you?
oh ig because it became a way to escape everything? and to throw in all that's going onb
📡why is writing and sharing your writing important for fandom?
oh god idk? don't think it is djhdhd
🪄what is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?
a whole snoozing week 🥹
🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?
oh uh idk? doubt any is good enough for that but if i had to pick one maybe that one jibaro inspired fic? I'm particularly fond of that one
🤲what do YOU get out of writing?
oh i guess i feel lighter? as in it's my own way to get rid of everything going on in my mind so good therapy
💋when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer?
yes!! but i do understand when it doesn't happen. no big deal
☯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?
oh god... i know it's important to create a following and it's great to have amazing support from the fandom but sometimes it adds up and turns into pressure for expectations so awful for anxiety. i think there's the need to find balance but I'm personally still struggling with that. so what i can do is take occasional breaks from everything as self-care
🧿what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to?
oh uh actually nothing? i just shrug it away. it's okay
💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
_ “As long as she does her job, I don’t need us to like each other.” And his eyes drift to Scott, staring back at him already.
Theo holds his gaze—taking in the disappointment turned discomfort—and then lets himself stand.
“You’re gonna be a team, Mr. Raeken,” he hears, but is already turning around from the table. “You will want them to like you out there.” _
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