#the same thing happened when i was reading blue period and i got to the yotasuke arc and went OURGH. and decided to perish in flames instea
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elegyofthemoon · 2 years ago
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every other day i keep telling myself "i should get back to vnc! i miss noe" and then i dont
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fairlyang · 10 months ago
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miguel but he opens a portal to your room while your asleep.. and steals your used panties AND THIS HAPPENS MULTIPLE TIMES BEHIND YOUR BACK and confront him about it when you see the cameras.
I GOT TO WRITING SOON AS I WOKE UP N READ THIS- I LOVEDDDD THIS IDEA TY 🫶🏼🫶🏼 we love pervy miguel and I’m sorry for the wait anon hope you like it<3
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Stealing 🕷️
w/c: 2.4K
pairing: pervy!miguel x f!reader
tags: 18+ smut MDNI!!!! pervy miguel w strong sense of smell, panties stealer, does it often, checks cameras, gets caught, confrontation, teasing, stroking, having him show you, more panty sniffing, jerking him off w panties
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Miguel always seemed to have a strong sense of smell. Especially since he didn’t have a lot of the same spider powers as everyone else like spidey sense, but his other senses were more heightened than normal.
This meant a couple of things, for example maybe he could smell an anomaly from a mile away.
Or even know who walked into his office just from their smell.
Or in another sense, have an urge to always smell you. More specifically, your arousal.
He really couldn’t help it.
Especially knowing you usually touched yourself as soon as you got home at night and changed out of the soaked panties to sleep in fresh ones so if he were to snatch the ones from your bin, his sense of smell would be on overdrive.
The first time he did it he felt guilty but that quickly changed when he brought your panties up to his nose and he almost instantly grew hard.
He held your panties to his nose with his left hand and with his right was stroking himself, wishing so badly he could’ve been with you in bed, fucking you to sleep but instead had reports and the multiverse to worry about.
But still that didn’t stop him from at least jacking off to the thought of you while he smelled the slick stain you left on the pretty blue pair.
Precum was leaking down his shaft and his body felt so overwhelmed and even hot. It didn’t even take long for him to cum all over his thighs because your smell was just so addicting, intoxicating.
Which is why there was no shame in stealing more of your panties after that.
Most of the time he always stayed back, whether it be it took long to catch an anomaly, or he was helping someone out at the lab, he didn’t give a shit he’d open up a portal straight to your shared bedroom, go through the laundry basket until he finds a pair that wasn’t just used.
Lucky he was that you were a heavy sleeper…
He ended up having a sick routine of keeping one pair for a solid two days until the smell was practically gone and he had to replace it. He’d portal back and dump the old one, only to get a newer one then to do the same routine until it was laundry day.
After that it was pretty difficult to wait around another day when more laundry would be in the basket so it wasn’t so obvious that he’s been snatching up your used panties left and right.
And this routine worked out well for him, so well he ended up doing it for three weeks. Luckily not catching your period week.
Which might’ve been the whole reason his sense of smell has been overbearing towards you in the first place.
The pain was so horrible and even worse, the urge to have him pounding into you was unbearable.
And you didn’t want to deal with the messiness of period sex. So you dealt with the fucked up cramps and occasional migraine all while feeling the horniest you’ve ever been.
Right at the end of your last cycle, soon as you were in the clear you did not hesitate to practically pounce on him. But the smell of your arousal was somehow even better than it usually was so he didn’t hesitate to ram himself into you as soon as you were both stripped down.
You were just so horny and couldn’t help how bad you needed him and how would he ever deny a rough fuck?
Little did he know how obsessed he’d become with your scent.
So after that he couldn’t really be blamed for wanting to snatch up your dirty panties and use them as his inspiration for a good orgasm because his nose was working overtime.
And thinking he was in the clear, he didn’t even bother to stop his antics when one brutal day came by.
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You lived in an apartment with Miguel, although he wouldn’t always sleep there he made sure everything was paid for so you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty head about anything.
Unfortunately it happened to be in an occasional fucked up neighborhood, sometimes there’d be robberies to local bodegas or people stealing cars in the middle of the night.
But luckily Miguel’s overprotective ass had put up cameras soon as you had moved in. A ring doorbell, a camera facing the front door, one facing the bedroom, and another outside the fire escape facing the streets.
So knowing this, it was a no brainer when one of your neighbors had told you their car got robbed and your head instantly remembered about the cameras.
As soon as you got back to your apartment from getting the mail (and the tea), you went into Miguel’s office and turned on his laptop before quickly finding the application that had all the cameras.
You rewinded back to the hour your neighbor had said they were robbed, recording a short video for them to show for insurance when you stumble across Miguel portaling in to your shared bedroom.
You were confused as to why, when he walked over to your sleeping body and covered you with the blanket making you smile.
So sweet.
Then he walked by your closet and your mouth nearly fell off the floor.
He was digging through your dirty laundry.
You blinked at the screen in shock, absolutely surprised that he would even do this.
All while you were in deep slumber, not having any idea what was happening feet away from you.
Your jaw nearly hit the floor when you saw him take a pair of your panties up to your nose and just like that he was gone.
Your eye involuntarily twitched and after just staring at the screen you realized you had to bring this up. You had to say something.
But you weren’t exactly bothered by it. You were conflicted. Confused.
But then all that switched to being turned on because it was your boyfriend of all people doing this.
You bit your lip and rewind it back, letting it play again.
That was when you realized he had another pair in his hand which he buried deep in your laundry basket before finding another one.
Almost as if to replace it.
Your eyes went wide again and you could only stare at the scene before you, in shock yet again.
How long has he been doing this?
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You set up a plan to catch him in the act, assuming he’d come back for a new pair. You slipped off the pair you were wearing all day and laid it right on top then went to bed anticipating Miguel coming in.
But it took a while and it took a lot of willpower to stay up considering your body is so use to sleeping so early but tonight would be an exception.
So you kept your attention up by having music play softly in the room because you always needed peace and quiet to sleep so surely you won’t fall asleep.
With much luck, you stayed awake just head on your pillow with the soft blanket covering your body when suddenly the familiar sound of a portal popping up quickly caught your attention.
You closed your eyes and prayed he didn’t know you were awake. You then heard his slow and quiet footsteps as they made their way over to your side of the bed.
You then felt his lips leave a soft kiss on your forehead before quickly disappearing. He walked towards your closet and you were internally freaking out that he was doing this.
Suddenly you sit up on the bed and eyes now open, shocked to see Miguel throwing in an old used pair of your panties and grabbing the one from the top. Only to first give it a small sniff before sighing. Holy shit-
You cleared your throat which made Miguel freeze but it was too late to do anything.
“It’s not what it looks like-“ he starts but you just wave him off.
“You could’ve just told me you know..” you start with a soft tone, not wanting him to get the wrong impression.
“The surprise on my face when I saw you digging through my laundry- you would’ve loved it for sure.” You say and give him a grin which only made him curse under his breath.
He knew the jig was up but you weren’t mad. Seemed more amused than anything.
You beckoned him over and he walked over to your side of the bed while you pet his spot. Without a word being said, he climbed over you then laid down next to you. “Lia wanted me to check our cameras because she was robbed last night…” you say and he sighs somehow already defeated.
“Don’t worry love, I'm not mad or upset, it just came as a shock.” You explain and he chuckles.
“It shocked me as well, honestly.” He replied as you nodded and flipped to lay on your side while facing him.
“Hm why’s that?” You ask and swing an arm over to lay on his torso.
“Didn’t think I’d like it so much.” He answers truthfully as you trace along his covered abs slowly.
“What do you like about it?” You press, lowering your hand down as his breathing becomes more rapid.
“Your smell- the arousal.” He mutters while gripping your used panties with his left hand.
You hum and scoot closer to him, making sure you are touching. You lean in and kiss his right bicep while your hand went even lower, staying put right above where his already aching bulge was. “I don’t mind it y’know…” You whisper as he starts to breathe heavily.
“You’re too good to me.” He murmurs, looking at you with only one thing in his mind.
“I try.” You whisper and start to palm him over his suit.
Within seconds he quickly pressed a button on his watch and his suit disappeared making you touch his cock. You looked up at him and he looked like he was going to combust any second.
You then looked down and his tip was already leaking which didn’t come as much of a surprise. “Maybe you should show me how you do it.” You whisper, earning yourself a groan as you slowly stroked him.
He brought his left hand up with your panties to his nose then put his right hand on top of yours, moving your hand up and down his cock.
You sit up a little and lean over to let some drool fall from your mouth down to the tip, slowly trickling down while you go back to your previous position.
You link your left arm to his right while you make sure every inch of his cock is wet. You look up at him and see him with his eyes closed, mouth opened in the shape of an o while you’re still stroking him at the pace he set.
His nose was buried in your panties, most likely still stained with your slick from seeing the camera footage over and over again. “Bet you looked so good doing this in your office.” You murmur, making him moan and sink back into the pillow.
He thrusted his hips up and made you move your hand faster now as his moans become louder. You moaned along with him purely just because he sounded so good and he loves your moans. You leaned up and whispered more dirty nothings while he started to groan and squirm around.
“Don’t tell me you already wanna cum baby…” You tease softly, making him chuckle.
His eyes opened again and he locked eyes with you while you fluttered lashes innocently. “You’re killing me.” He groans and you shrug.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” You mutter and look down, attentively watching the way his cock was moving.
It looked so pretty and those delicious moans had you wishing you caught him doing this sooner. They sounded so needy and in a way, greedy.
You could tell he wanted more just by the way he couldn’t stay laying down but it was fine, only made it more fun for you.
“Stay still baby.” You utter, looking up to see him playfully rolling his eyes at you.
The tables have now changed considering the endless amount of times he’d tell you to stay still and couldn’t.
An idea then came to mind and you pulled your hand away before quickly taking off the little thong you were wearing which was unsurprisingly soaked.
You then grab the pair he had to his nose and pass him the thong before going down, starting to stroke him with your used panties.
“Bet you’ve done this too huh?” You purred to which he just moaned and feverishly nodded.
His thighs began to shake and he leaned his head against his shoulder which prompted you to lean up to gently kiss his cheek a few times. More dirty words left your mouth as you stroked him at a faster pace, this time wanting him to cum undone.
“Such a perv.”
“Just couldn’t help it huh?”
“Needed me so badly..”
This wasn’t the way Miguel imagined this would go at all but he absolutely was far from complaining. In his head this counted as the best case scenario to which he was grateful for.
So he couldn’t be blamed when your words, smell, kisses, and hand overwhelmed his body.
He groaned as his cum shot out and went straight down to cover your panties and hand. It was so cum some also made its way down to his thighs.
Your forehead was leaning against his as he tried to calm his breathing down and you were slowing down, letting him ride out his high.
You pressed your lips softly onto his and he kissed back just as softly. You let his cock go and lay your hand against his stomach. “Was that good?” You murmured, making him scoff.
“Shut up.” He muttered before kissing you more passionately, a hand coming up to cup your jaw gently while his breathing became more steady again.
You pulled away and looked into his eyes, “next time just let me know when you’ll be stealing a pair.” You tease as a laugh escapes his lips.
“Yeah, I might just have to.” He says with a small smile on his face before his eyes slowly start to flutter.
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quinnysnursery · 2 months ago
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[👻] bad dog | colby brock one-shot
paring : little!colby brock x toxic/abusive!cg!oc (+ some cg!sam, if you squint)
summary : pure angst just pure pure angst honestly
warning/extra tid-bits : emotional and physical abuse, crying, injury, abandoning a little, swearing, all hurt NO comfort
word count : 892
divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 (x's on the bottom are by @saradika-graphics)
a/n : I BLAME @nicksbestie THEY CALLED ME THE ANGST QUEEN AND I COULDN'T DISSAPOINT /j /lh ALSO in no way am i trying to romantize or glorify these types of relationships, i'm simply writing angst. (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl!)
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“I get mean when I’m nervous, like a bad dog”
Colby gasped as he pushed away his caregiver’s hand- if you could even call her that. Caregivers didn’t yell at their littles, caregivers didn’t throw things two inches from their littles heads…and caregivers definitely didn’t make their littles shake in fear.
“Don’t push me away, I’m helping you.” She spoke, her tone only making the fear worse. “Go ‘way!” Colby sobbed, scooting himself further into the corner. His caregiver scoffed, standing up. “Fine, deal with your tantrum yourself.”
“I get mean when I’m nervous, like a bad dog”
“No!” Colby screamed, pulling his wrist away from his “caregiver”. “Don’t you yell at me!” She yelled, grabbing a random object off the countertop and chucking it at the man in front of her. “Ungrateful piece of shit!” 
Maybe that was true. Colby did yell at her, which he knew wasn’t okay. It wasn’t respectful or kind…but he only yelled after she snatched his wrist so hard it brought immediate tears to his eyes. Colby looked down at his arm, now red and sore.
Why should he be grateful for that?
“I want to jump into blue water”
Colby sniffled as he wrung out the washcloth before bringing the damp cloth to his face. He looked down as the cold water trickled into the sink, he tapped his phone screen- frowning at the time.
1:30 am.
Sam would surely be asleep, he should be too. His mind was still clouded with a slight haze, leaving him halfway regressed. Jennifer had stormed out after throwing the glass cup at his face, threatening to never come back.
Was it wrong that Colby prayed it wasn’t an empty threat this time?
“And I miss riding horses,”
He missed filming videos with Sam- actually, he just missed Sam in general. Their channel was dependent on pre-shot videos…their friendship depending on iMessages and the occasional phone call.
Despite their phone calls only happening once a blue moon, Sam asked the same question every time. 
“You good? You sound tired, man.”
Colby promised him he was fine every time, not wanting to worry the blonde man. He’d done this to himself. He was the one who decided to follow Jennifier to Colorado, leaving his best friend behind.
 As Colby looked in the mirror at his injured cheek, he knew he wasn’t “fine”. 
“I miss running fast,”
Sometimes- just before Colby closed his eyes for the night- he’d think about his favorite memories with Sam. He knew it was wrong, he was the one who chose to move two states away. He’d chosen this life away from Sam. Colby knew if Jennifer ever found out, he’d be in for a whirl of hurt. 
Emotionally and physically. 
He always fell deeper into his regression before bed. If he had it his way, he’d be in his caregiver’s arms. It wasn’t always like this- Jennifer used to be nice. She used to hold Colby, reading him story after story until he fell asleep.
It was only after she got him far away from Sam that the throwing, yelling and periods of abandonment started. 
Colby sniffled, rubbing his baggy sleeve over his eyes to wipe away his tears. 
“Just think of Sammy, Sammy’ll make it better.” His brain told him.
He was right. He thought about running through the empty fields of Kansas with his best friend. When the two moved to LA together, they ran up and down their neighborhood street. Sam liked the exercise- Colby liked spending time with his best friend.
Sam had known about his coping mechanism, because of course he did. Sam wasn’t just his best friend, he was his business partner. Of course Sam knew about Colby’s regression.
Once he fell while running- which sent him straight into his headspace. Sam didn’t miss a beat in comforting the little, assuring him he was the “bravest boy in the word”. 
Laying in bed all on his own, tears streaming down his face, Colby didn’t feel like the bravest boy in the world. He just felt like an idiot.
“I pretended you were mine,”
“I’ve got you, it’s okay.” Sam’s voice told him, arms like pillows as he cradled Colby close. “Sammy?” The dark-haired man sniffled, looking up at his best friend. 
“It’s okay bud, Sammy’s got you.” The blonde promised him, holding Colby tightly. As if Colby would ever dream of leaving his best friend’s side again. “S-Sammy,” The little choked out, holding onto the blonde’s plush hoodie. 
Sam shushed him, fingers dancing in Colby’s hair. It was nice. It was soothing.
“I’ve got you bud, nobody’s gonna hurt you. Never again.” Sam promised, taking a deep set pressure off of Colby’s shoulders. 
 “It made me calm.”
Colby gasped, shooting up out of his sleep. “Sammy?” He called, looking around him and Jennifier’s room. 
Oh.
Him and Jennifer’s room.
Colby frowned, tears budding in the corner of his eyes as he attempted settling back into the empty bed. Sam wasn’t in Colorado, Sam wasn’t saving Colby from Jennifer.
Sam was nearly a thousand miles away, but tonight..tonight Colby would pretend he was right next to him, because it made the pain in his cheek- and wrist- and heart- hurt a little less.
Colby would pretend Sam was his caregiver tonight, because it made him calm.
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lets-try-some-writing · 5 months ago
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Smokescreen angst where he missed Alpha Trion >:).
Coming right up anon! Yall really like seeing my boy Smokey go though The Horrors don't you? Maybe I need to right a horror one shot with him since I've done Bee.
You know what? Imma link this to the previous Smokey angst. Lets make an AU for it. Previous part here.
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The night was longer on Earth. At least, it felt long to Smokescreen when he stood guard.
He hadn't actually been ordered to stand guard, but Smokescreen had taken the job upon himself after arriving on the world of dust and dirt he now found himself walking. Waiting in position was familiar, and comforting. Especially since late at night, he often got the chance to perform his familiar duty of shadowing the Archivist.
"Smokescreen." The Archivist regarded him simply. Smokescreen took that as his cue to join him in his walk to the console. The dim light of the device was soothing in the quiet atmosphere of the base, especially as the Archivist stepped up to his place and sighed. It was deep and tired, the Archivist's vents long worn from millennia of functionality. Smokescreen smiled at the familiarity, especially as the Archivist began to type with speed reserved for those raised within the halls of Iacon's most prestigious institute.
He would have loved to mingle with the Archivist and his fellows back during the golden age. Sure, it had it's problems, but it was a time of learning and change. It was a time and a world he never had the chance to know. In a way, he envied the Archivist for having had the opportunity to live an arguably normal life before the war began in earnest.
He settled himself a few feet away from the console to watch the Archivist and ensure nothing happened to him during his work. His fans slowed and he stood with his arms hung loosely by his side. Before his change of scenery, the Archivist would normally assign him a datapad to read.
He had no such luxuries in his new station.
Still, in the quiet it was easy to forget and imagine that shelves filled with datapads surrounded him as he watched the Archivist work. The tapping of digits on the console, the faint green glow of the device, and the periodical tick of a file completed were all easy for Smokescreen to lose himself in as he stood at attention.
Time passed, and as it did, he found himself longing to request permission to go read something from the fiction section. Conquests and old wars. Heroes and Primes long dead. He always loved those stories. Maybe if he asked kindly, the Archivist would let him wander off for a bit. He looked busy, and his features were largely obscured due to the way the light hit him. Surely he wouldn't notice if Smokescreen fell into a good story for a while. The night was long, and a datapad would keep his tired optics from shuttering until he was released from his watch.
"Hey, Trion, could I read something in the historical section for a bit? It's hard to stay awake standing around like this." He rubbed around his optics, hoping the touch would force his vision to focus. Through blurred optics, the Archivist's plating shone a familiar purple. But as the Archivist turned from his work in confusion and began to approach, Smokescreen saw for the first time that night just who he was looking at.
The Archivist turned Prime. Red and blue bound together in firm plating designed for war and conflict. Bright blue optics that shared the same wisdom as the Archivist Smokescreen was used to serving. Powerful arms and long thin digits perfectly sculpted for handling delicate data.
This Archivist was not Alpha Trion.
"I'm sorry! I got confused for a minute..." He trailed off as those optics met his. The Prime said nothing for a moment. It was a suffocating silence as both of them seemed to stew in the maelstrom of memory that came from their respective times in the Iaconian Archives.
They came from different eras, but they shared one thing in common.
Alpha Trion.
Sweet Primus, he hadn't realized just how much he missed the quiet of the Archives or the thoughtful mumbles of the Master Archivist.
"There is no shame in missing one who you hold dear." Optimus spoke slowly, almost as if he was forcing his voice to remain steady.
"I too miss my master." The Prime vented deeply, and for a moment, Smokescreen saw a younger mech. Optimus seemed so very pained in the dim light of the console. His optics were wider and more emotive. His field was clamped close like all Iaconians, at least according to the records. Even his posture seemed softer, lacking the air of the firm commander long used to death and destruction.
He looked like a simple data clerk.
For a moment, his expression mimicked Smokescreen's.
"He taught me a lot... I miss hearing him ramble on about everything under Luna 1." He found himself opening up as Optimus's field crept around his own, pulling him in. Before he knew it, his frame moved of its own accord until he was only a foot or two away from the towering Prime.
"Alpha Trion was fond of the old tales. I spent many long nights reading accounts from the last generation to have lived before the Quintessons arrived." Optimus stared at the console as his optics cycled wide. He seemed lost in memory as he smiled softly.
"My master was not pleased to see me engrossed in something other than my work." The Prime's digits hovered over the console keyboard, almost in a contemplative manner. Smokescreen found his field opening on instinct. He couldn't help but the sense of companionship that flared in his spark as he watched the mighty Prime speak so freely to him.
"I get that. Trion caught me with my face stuck in a novel all the time." He admitted his own guilt with a quiet laugh. Optimus raised an optical ridge in surprise, but he otherwise remained unreactive. His field rippled in comforting waves, washing Smokescreen's worries away as the Prime questioned him.
"You read novels?"
"Yeah, uh, I like historical fiction." He rubbed the back of his neck guard guiltily.
"Primes, heroes, great champions and all that. I don't think Trion approved of my choice of literature." He fiddled with his digits, unable to meet Optimus's optics. All those vorns in the Archive, wasted reading silly novels. He really should have taken more care back then. But he wouldn't have traded the passing moments he shared with Alpha Trion for anything.
"He never stopped me reading while I was supposed to be on watch, but he did snatch my novel and give me more suitable material a lot." He remembered vividly the way the Master Archivist would sigh and take away the novel he was reading when on duty. Generally speaking, what he was given in return didn't peak his interest. But whatever he read, he remembered. Maybe because the Master Archivist tended to stare daggers at him when he was caught trying to reach for a novel after being caught.
It was a fond memory for him. He didn't expect Optimus to laugh so boldly as he processed what Smokescreen had said.
"That sounds like my master." The Prime smiled wide, and Smokescreen could see the sincerity in his optics as he did so. It stunned him to see such emotion on the normally stoic Prime.
"I cannot count the number of times he shut down the datanet in my sector when he caught me speaking to Megatronus. He always told me that my actions were dangerous and that strangers should not be trusted." Optimus's laughter died off as he reminisced. Smokescreen could hardly comprehend the very idea of Optimus being young and chatting with strangers on the datanet like it was the greatest sin a mech could commit. And yet as he looked at Optimus, he could imagine the Archivist looking around warily before frantically swapping tabs to send a swift message.
He could just as easily imagine Alpha Trion appearing out of the blue to press the power button. Smokescreen had been on the receiving end of such treatment before. Yet another experience they shared.
"He cared deeply for each of his students." Optimus's voice was soft, wistful. Smokescreen's spark panged in loss. Optimus really was the perfect student. He could imagine how much Alpha Trion cared for the Prime. Sure, he'd done some things in his youth, but he was wise, powerful, and more knowledgeable than half the Autobots combined. How could he not be Alpha Trion's favorite?
"I bet he really cared about you. After all, you did become Prime." His tone was more bitter than anticipated. He was going to apologize, but a firm servo on his shoulder stopped him before he could.
"Do not sell yourself short, Smokescreen. I can tell my master cared for you as well." A smile greeted him, and Smokescreen remained stunned as the Prime leaned down to mostly match his height.
"The ease in which you carry yourself, the knowledge you possess, and the fondness in your tone tells me that he treated you kindly." The Prime's field wrapped around him warmly, like a hug from the gentlest of giants. Tears gathered in his optics against his will as the Prime met his gaze with understanding.
"Our master did not offer his affection easily." His venting hitched as he registered Optimus's words. The Prime brought him in for a hug as sobs overcame him. To know that Alpha Trion cared? It eased an ache he didn't know he suffered from.
He missed the Master Archivist. He missed the quiet moments they shared and the reprimands he received for slacking off. He regretted being unable to save him, for both his and Optimus's sake.
By the time he calmed, Optimus had been humming a soft tune for a while. It felt familiar, likely from the Archive. He appreciated it.
"I still carry a few novels in my hab. If you would like them, I will give them to you." The offer came gently as Optimus pulled away. He Prime kept his servo on Smokescreen's shoulder, guiding him toward the hallway leading back to the team's habs. Smokescreen could break away if he wished, but the offer was there, and he found himself eager to follow the Prime as Optimus edged in the direction of the hall.
"You read novels too?" He could hardly believe it, and yet based on what he now knew about the Prime, it seemed in character for him to indulge in stories rather than documents cycle in and cycle out. Every mech needed a chance to unwind, even Primes.
"You are not the first student that Alpha Trion had to steal unregistered reading material from." Optimus smiled again, and this time, Smokescreen smiled with him as he followed the Prime dutifully. Their fields mingled in a companionable way and he relished in the joy of being with a fellow student of Alpha Trion, no matter how great the age difference.
"I have a small collection of works I saved from the datanet before it fell apart. One of my favorite series is amongst my small collection." Optimus's voice was filled with joy as he walked the halls, Smokescreen at his right side taking long strides to keep up.
"What's it called?" He asked, eagerness filling his field. How long had it been since he'd read a novel? He was sure that it had been a few centuries at least, even if most of that time was spent in stasis.
"Sunburst, Explorer of Crystal City." The Prime seemed truly excited to share his work as he entered his hab and pulled a box out from under his berth. Smokescreen hovered around, watching as the box was placed on the hard surface and its contents revealed. There were at least a dozen scuffed up datapads all arranged in alphabetical order just like Alpha Trion always preferred his work to be organized.
"Historical fiction?" He guessed hopefully. Optimus smiled knowingly as he pulled out what Smokescreen could only assume was the first datapad in the series.
"Yes. It is written from the perspective of a scientist attempting to find old relics within the abandoned city of the Primes. It is quite a fascinating read. I think you may enjoy it." The datapad was pressed into his waiting servos, and Smokescreen did not hesitate to smile as widely as he could. His spark flared in joy at the familiar surface of the datapad, and he didn't feel at all awkward when Optimus pulled him out a chair to sit on.
Optimus felt more like a friend as they sat together, Optimus on his berth and Smokescreen on a chair, both reading novels written in an age without war. There was probably work they could both be doing, but as the night continued on, neither of them made to move. They were content.
And just for a little while, Smokescreen was happy to pretend he was back in the Archive, resting and relaxing with a friend while he waited for Alpha Trion to come snatch his datapad away.
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libby-for-life · 2 months ago
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A Dragon's Tale part 3! I would read parts 1 and 2 first before you read this. Enjoy! For @inubaki
I hope you like it!
Adam grinned as he flew down into the trenches of Hell. He waited for months for Extermination Day to happen. He had been training with his girls for this particular day and he finally found a way to release all the pent-up anger and pain he was experiencing from hiding his celestial form for so long without reprive.
He shot another Sinner with holy light and grinned as they exploded across the cracked pavement. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a demon running into an alley. Smirking, he followed the filth and cornered them to the wall.
"Please....I'm sorry...." The Sinner begged and Adam faltered.
"Dad...I'm sorry! I didn't mean for any of this to happen!"
Adam looked into the eyes of his prey and saw the fear and hopelessness in his blue orbs. How he was crying and begging for Adam, an angel, to spare his life. He should have ignored him. He should have killed him instead of listening to the begging of the forsaken.
The Sinner didn't look like anything remotely human but whenever he looked into those eyes...all he could see was—
Cain.
Adam felt like he's going to be sick and it doesn't help when Lute flies in front of him and stabs the Sinner in his throat. He gurgled and sputtered but the light eventually left his eyes and he slumped onto the floor dead for good this time.
"It's mercy, Adam. They're living a life of debauchery. Sin and pain. The kindest thing is to end it for them. Quickly of course." Sera had said when she gave him his weapon to use in battle. "This is for Heaven. You are protecting your home."
"Sir? Are you okay?" Lute asked as she cleaned her blade. Adam swallowed the lump in his throat. "Y-yeah...let's just get this day over with."
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Adam was feeling completely lost. He found himself pacing back and forth across the wooden floors of his dimly lit apartment. It had been nearly three hours since he had last moved from the same spot. The urge to spread his dragon wings and take flight had been building up inside him for what felt like an eternity. Adam felt like he was going stir-crazy, having to hide his true nature for months on end. He couldn't help but let out a frustrated growl, trying to shake off the feeling of being trapped. As much as he tried to push through it, he couldn't escape the fact that he had been holding back for too long. He had endured longer periods without embracing his true form, but this time it felt different.
"Come on, Adam. Be a man," He growled out, but it came out as more of a whimper. "You can do this! You just had Extermination Day." He had the chance to do something that Heaven had all but begged him to do since he got here into Heaven, going into Hell to take care of the Sinners, and Adam had thought that would be the time to get all his restlessness taken care of. He was wrong.
Adam's restless energy surged within him, his celestial form straining against his human-like facade. As a surge of discomfort prickled his skin, he clenched his jaw and bit his lip to stifle the sensation. Unable to endure another moment in the confines of Heaven, Adam hastily conjured a portal and stepped through, his urgency overriding any caution. Emerging on the other side, he found himself standing in a vast, unfamiliar field within the realm of Wrath. With a deep breath, he closed the portal behind him and relinquished his human guise, allowing his true celestial form to emerge.
Adam let out a choked laugh as his wings burst through his back and his form grew until he was the celestial dragon he was made to be. Adam flew in the air, rolling in the fields as he stretched his limbs. So far, no annoying other dragon had—his thoughts were cut off when he was tackled to the dirt.
Adam's frustration boiled over as he realized that the creature had returned much sooner than he had hoped. "I'm really not up for this right now," he muttered through gritted teeth. In a surge of anger, he seized the dragon by the neck, drawing it close without concern for its feathers. "I've had a really rough day, and I won't let you spoil it. Got it?"
The dragon tilted his head and licked his snout. Adam blinked and looked at the dragon and its boldness. "What the fuck?!" He finally sputtered out.
He throws the dragon away as far as he could and he could feel everything finally spill over. "I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!" He yelled as tears fell down his cheeks and he curled into a ball of mixed emotions. Choked sobs left him and he growled every few seconds.
He expected the dragon to fight him; he did just throw a wild animal away or even abandoned him like everyone else did. Just like Heaven had done.
More tears fell off his snout and curled tighter into his protective ball when he heard that damned dragon come closer again. Couldn't that fucking animal take a hint?! Instead of tackling him, or trying to wrestle again, he does something unexpected.
The dragon slowly leaned its head down and gently laid it on top of him. Its long, slender tongue poked out and it softly licked his head in a comforting manner that Adam found completely unfamiliar. As Adam opened his eyes, he was met with a pair of piercing red eyes—eyes that exuded an intelligence far beyond that of any mere animal.
As Adam murmured, "Who are you?" all he received in response was a comforting lick on the cheek. In that moment, Adam was too overwhelmed to question what was happening, and he simply allowed the dragon to provide him with comfort. He felt the dragon's warm, protective presence surrounding him, which caused him to release a sigh of contentment as the dragon shifted to lie on its back. Adam couldn't help but notice that the dragon seemed larger than before, and this made him feel smaller in comparison, but not in a negative way. In fact, it made him feel protected.
"Sorry I, um,....sorry," Adam struggled to find the right words, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity as he attempted to apologize. It was a stark contrast to his previous existence, where apologies were a rarity. The irony of the situation struck him - in Heaven, he never had to apologize for anything, yet here he was, expressing remorse in Hell. As he nervously spoke, the dragon exhaled heavily, and although its tongue grazed his cheek once more, Adam took it as a sign of forgiveness.
Adam fell asleep once more and Lucifer looked down at Adam’s sleeping form. "Hmm...to think there would be a day where you would apologize...and to me, a dragon, of all people." He said with a smirk.
He gently licked once more, savoring the unique taste of Adam, and chuckled. "I guess anything can happen." He had no idea what happened but Adam was clearly in distress, crying of all things as he yelled at Lucifer to leave.
Lucifer had known he needed to be careful. Anything could happen when Adam was that volatile. So, he had gently comforted him, hoping that would make him stop crying. He was lucky it worked. Lilith used to do that.
She seemed to have lost interest in everything, and Lucifer longed for the days when their relationship was more fulfilling. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were growing apart, and her words had become colder and more hurtful. It appeared that nothing he did could please her anymore. Despite this, he was determined to find a way to mend their relationship.
Lucifer fell into a shaky sleep, the only thing making it better was that he wasn't alone.
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sen-ya · 3 months ago
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heart eyes @ Lawlu fam au's Robin + love that Kaya joined the strawhats, i'm curious about the bond she has with the rest of the crew - especially Sanji (👀) and the non-East Blue crewmates!!! also Brook teaching anyone who shows moderate interest in music is so real i love that headcanon!!
Ahhhh I love Kaya I’m sorry if I drone on in random directions here!! Okay okay so the general vibe of how she got there is after Laugh Tale (and whatever happens there I dare not speculate I’m bad at guessing) the Straw Hats eventually make their way back to the East Blue and Usopp stays in Syrup village for a little longer than the rest of the crew and when they come back for him he’s like “uh so hi uh Kaya and I got married” and Luffy’s like “SHE WAS CREW BEFORE SHE’S CREW NOW GET ON THIS BOAT :^))” Then there’s a period of time when her and Usopp decide they want to have a kid (surprise it’s two kids) where they spend a few years in Syrup Village before they rejoin the Straw Hats which I know I mentioned okay but so w Sanji I think before the kids they’re very friendly, Sanji always knew about Kaya and Usopp would write to Kaya and talk abt all the crew but esp Sanji so there’s a bit of that “I feel like I already know you” vibe with them. She does already know the rest of the East Blue crew so she’d probably gravitate towards them at first and out of all of them besides Usopp I think she’d vibe the most with Luffy and Sanji. Her and Chopper are fast friends for obvious reasons, and they start to kind of divvy up doctor-ing duties. Kaya specialized in traumatic injury so she could help Usopp on his adventures and Chopper specializes in internal medicine so she becomes a huge help in the aftermath of battles. First round of treatment from Dr. Kaya and ongoing treatment with Dr. Chopper :^) Add Law into the mix when the Hearts are around and they have a little Doctor Club where the three of them are always exchanging knowledge and books and things they’ve found around the world that are helpful. The three of them are really comfortable friends and like to study in the same room together without talking for like hours. In a similar vein I think her and Robin get along really well and will read quietly together. The way that Robin just says creepy shit Kaya has a way of doing that too, but with such a friendly face and tone it’ll take people a long time to even begin to clock why what she said is fucked up (makes giving Bad Doctor News very easy, she’s a kind of calming that after the fact makes you go ??? How did that work). She spends a fair amount of time with Franky because she likes to hang out in the workshop while Usopp tinkers, and it turns into her learning a thing or two from Franky as well. Brook tried to teach her piano because it seemed like something she’d like but she was low key terrible at it and the lessons went on much longer than they should have because they were both too polite to suggest they stop.
After her and Usopp rejoin the Straw Hats Sanji is immediately obsessed with their kids. Sanji has such “I will parent the shit out of any child” energy okay this guy was born to dad. Ofc it makes Usopp’s heart full to see his kids with his boyf, and Usopp is a very involved dad (he would never be like his own dad), but it just situationally ends up giving Kaya & Sanji more one on one time than they’d had before (switching off parenting duties, Kaya’s not really a fighter so she tends to stay back on the ship if there’s conflict, Sanji esp at first volunteers to stay back with her and the kids to keep watch). All of that plus the fact that Sanji’s always been framed to her as this guy the person she loves loves, it’s only a hop skip and a jump away until “oops I have a crush on my husband’s boyfriend.” Esp cause I don’t think Usopp would be shy about being affectionate with either of them, so all three of them plus the two kids just end up in a pile super often.
ALSO OKAY WE WERE ROBBED OF SHORT HAIRED ROBIN ODA ALMOST GAVE HER TO US AND I WILL NEVER FORGET
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certifiedstarrr · 10 months ago
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After Party ✧・゚: ✧・゚: Chris Sturniolo
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warnings: swearing, alcohol, mentions of not so great home life, mentions of drugs, and smut.
if you don't like smut, find smth else to do.
she/her pronouns will be used!!
pink = y/n
green = lia
blue = matt
orange = chris
purple = nick
Word Count: 858
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**NOT PROOFREAD**
b/n: sorry if this sucks ass, first fanfic ive ever written.
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Shit. I missed 7 calls from my mom. She's going to fucking kill me. I was supposed to be home by 10pm and it's quarter to 12pm. While I was at my bestfriends's house Lia, we were talking about our classes because we were supposed to be doing the same major in college, not cause we wanted to be with eachother all the time, but its because we both found interest in it.
We ended up talking about many other things, except our classes.
"Lia I'm screwed." "She's gonna fucking kill me; her and my dad."
I loved Lia from the day I met her, every breakup, every zit, every party, every boyfriend, every ex, everything that ever happened; we were in it together. As she pulled up in the driveway she wished me good luck knowing how my mother would act.
"Love you y/n, good luck."
"Thanks Lia."
I opened the front door and there my parents were waiting for me to come home. I could feel all the anger radiating straight off them, I certainly wish I was anywhere else but my own home.
They yelled at me for a good hour and I yelled straight back, defending myself. They hit me, and I was done with their shit. I went up to my room and I burst into tears, never understood that I'm not like them at all. I already was struggling with my classes, my room was a mess, my parents weren't helping and this nothing else could go wrong. Right?
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"y/n you got to love yourself and be you. not whatever your parents want you to be. fuck that."
This was why my Lia was my number one. My bitch from day one. She never liked how my parents treated me, she was just like me. Except she was stronger, never cried and had it like this: Me before her family. I told her over and over that I'd be fine, but she knew me better than myself. I was facetiming her for help.
"I know liaaaa! but how am i supposed to be myself when i have to be home at 10pm???"
"do the opposite. forget about the fucking rules. you'll find another side of yourself that you never knew you had."
"you're right fuck their shitty rules, and just to get on my parents' nerve I'll go to a party; drunk teenagers and all."
"Yes girl im coming with! Noah is throwing a party this weekend, we should totally go!"
"we are going to the fucking party. its time to let go."
"yes ms. badass we're goinggg!!"
Friday was 2 days away. And I was ready.
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I'm grounded for 2 weeks. Forget that, I'm still going to Noah's party. I was walking to 3rd period with Lia planning our night out. The plan is I have to sneak out of my window and Lia is gonna pick me up, the party starts at 11:30pm and I'm usually asleep by 10pm so my parents will also be asleep. I climb down my tree and hop into her car. Voilà!
"His house is only 15 minutes away so its fine if we're around 5-10 minutes late."
"I'll also climb down my tree barefoot so I won't damage my heels on the way down." "This is so excitinggg!!"
"I have the perfect dress for you y/n!!
"Whatever it is fuck it im wearing it"
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Friday
From Lia:
You ready for tonight??
Read 2:30pm
To Lia:
yesss
Read 2:30pm
To Lia:
im coming over to see the dress and go over the plan one more time.
Read 2:31pm
From Lia:
okay cool see you in 5&lt;3
Read 2:32pm
I told my parents I was studying for a test with Lia that is Monday and of course my parents believed it I drove over to Lia's and of course her parents were welcoming me in. I went up to Lia's room and she showed me the dress a black dress that pushed up my boobs, and that barely covered my ass. It was perfect. Lia was going to wear a red dress that complimented mine with sparkles, we tried them on and we looked sexy.
"We are going to be the life this fucking party."
"Yes the fuck we are."
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a/n: if u have tips for me i'd love to hear em!! also my introduction page will be out soon!!! just ask to be on the taglist part 2 of AP (after party)!!
@lovingmattysposts
You are my biggest influencer, ilysm<333 (ur r now the first person for the taglist of AP!!
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fromabasementonthehilll · 1 year ago
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Hey <3 I really liked your dating headcannons for Nat could you do one for lottie 💕
Lottie Headcanons
͙⁺・༓☾ - Summary: Lottie dating headcanons
Pairing: Lottie Matthews x reader
Warnings: ...
note: I used occasionally fem gendered words to describe reader since that's what most of my requests are about, hope you don't mind just read it whatever way fits you and I hope you like it 🧡
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⋆ Her vocab towards you definitely consists of weird ass pet names that you begged her not to say in public - she would call you shit like 'honey boo pookie bear', you honestly didn't even know if she was joking
⋆ Sleepovers were always at her house considering how big it was and her parents were always away, she probably hasn't even been to your house before
⋆ Lottie would always tell you how much she missed you, despite you guys literally talking everyday - you thought it was cute though, on top of the pet names
⋆ When she'd get jealous (which happened often), she would trail around you like a lost puppy and constantly ask you "Who is this person? Do they like you? Do you like them??" Even if it was someone she knew well. She never let her guard down when she saw you talking 'too much' to someone, it's like you could sense her spite towards them, she'd give them the meanest look known to man
⋆ Her jealousy wasn't bothering to you, though you always wanted to reassure her. So when you would compliment her pretty brown eyes or her perfectly curled hair you knew how appreciative she would be
⋆ You were always showered with compliments and very expensive gifts, she'd tell you how gorgeous your eyes were, the way she loved how your outfit complimented you and she always notices when your hair looks nice, sometimes even secretly asking you what you're going to wear beforehand so she could match you
⋆ The gifts she would give you were random, out of the blue. You could be in the changing rooms after practice, sweaty and tired, and she would show up with a diamond necklace and a ring to go with it; it kind of scared you, I mean that many gifts was crazy to you, but you eventually got used to it and how she would always look forward to the massive grin you had on your face when you opened them
⋆ Lottie is really altruistic towards you and only you, even before you two started dating you noticed how she would fix her makeup and hair right before going out with you, the way her eyes would light up at the sight of you. She constantly showed you how grateful she was for you being there for her, and you did the same
⋆ She's also really affectionate, I mean before you met officially you saw how polite but distant she was with people, she was fun to be around but never showed the kind of love she showed towards you to anyone else. She would hug you at random times, sneaking up behind you, and would kiss you all the time. The entire day she would be thinking about you, you always looked forward to seeing her and falling into her embrace.
⋆ When it came to more intimate stuff she was always there for you despite how insecure you'd feel. She would turn off the bright lights and make you feel like the luckiest girl on earth
⋆ Fights with her weren't easy, she was definitely way too jealous when things got heated. It was hard to prove her wrong since nothing could convince her, you two wouldn't talk for a couple days all while she would give you weird glances when she would see you around school. She would ask your mutual friends, "Is (y/n) still mad at me? I can't believe it, I mean what did I even do? Could you tell her to talk to me please?"
⋆ The arguments were mostly about you 'ignoring' her when your life got busy, you never did actually ignore her you were simply too preoccupied with school and such. The periods of no communication wouldn't last long at all, she loved you too much to not talk to you, it was always her coming up and apologising to you even if you started the argument
⋆ The first time she said she loved you was after you stayed at hers, upset about something your parents did that day. She brought you hot chocolate, set up a movie for you and her, wrapped you in a million blankets and snuggled up to you. To her knowledge, you had fallen asleep, and she quietly whispered the words while you leaned your head on her shoulder. You weren't asleep, though. You had heard it all
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fauxnotice · 2 months ago
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ALIEN SKINCARE. v! blue lock/male! reader. originally posted on quotev. masterlist.
CHAPTER II. WHEN THE LOCK IS BLUE AND THE WORLD IS ENDING.
SPOILER WARNING for various characters not yet properly introduced in the anime (all of them appeared in the vs.U-20 arc), for the Hiori light novel (very vague spoilers, you'll probably only notice them if you've read the novel), and for Episode Nagi manga (extremely vague, probably won't notice them even if you've read the source material).
Since that match, you haven’t felt the “spark” again. 
And yet, you had decided to apologize to your team, making sure that they knew that your sacrilegious crime against the spirit of football and teamplay was just an one-off thing and that you weren’t going to go around stomping on your teammates again. No matter that it was you that made the loss seem not as pathetic as it would have been if you hadn’t scored at all. But in the end, the only important thing is that you could keep playing. 
In truth, you’ve never been certain in love, yet you knew that you loved football. 
You also knew that it would be for the best if you completely let go of any hopes that playing football will take you anywhere. No matter how proud the general public was of the team representing their nation, they were … rather unimpressive against other teams on the global level. 
Unlucky you, to be born here. 
The chances of making it big (by your definition) were near zero. You should make peace with that fact.
So why did a simple letter leave you in such a perturbed state?
Never mind you first thought of -who even sends letters anymore?- the crest of the JFU causes a period of wide-eyed gaping. Sayaka, who had informed you of the envelope arriving earlier, looks over your shoulder curiously, as she searches for the name of the sender. “Japan Football Union? How exciting! Come on, open it!” 
You pause. Which is incredibly dramatic, even by your standards. It’s not like whatever is in there is going to bite your fingers clean off or something. You internally roll your eyes at your own behavior, as you rip the paper.
Right when you’re done reading the contents, a cheery jingle coming from your phone interrupts you. You already know who it is -you did change the notification sound for him specifically, just so you could immediately differentiate it from messages sent by your bothersome classmates, since you usually tend to ignore those for hours before you actually reply to them. None of them care most of the time, so no big deal. 
🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
look at what i got 🎶
Sent 1 attachment.
You look at the picture, and lo and behold, it’s the exact same envelope as the one that was addressed to you. What strikes you as more important at the moment is the fact that Bachira seemed to be back to his usual mood, which is nice, since he was rather dispirited earlier today. This tended to happen semi-regularly after matches or practice with his team, so you were left to wonder if those people were sickos or something of similar nature, for making Bachira of all people upset. The fiasco at his recent game was obviously the current cause, though you couldn’t get what the big deal was. They did lose, sure, supposedly due to Bachira’s blunder, but who cares? He was the only person worth anything on that team. If the outcome is that important to them, they should get good. Bunch of slugs, you swear.
Ah, you’re keeping Bachira waiting.
You
I got it too
It’s for some “Player improvement project”
Sent 1 attachment.
🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝 
way to ruin the surprise ú_ù
You
Lol
🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
so we are going x33
  You
I guess
I’ll think about it
This whole thing seemed very sketchy. The notice didn’t seem to be forged or anything of the sort, but the lack of proper details about what exactly this whole project was about (or just about anything, really, since whoever sent these was very stingy with information) made you doubt the legitimacy of this entire scheme.
Maybe it was some sort of a coordinated kidnapping plan? That would be funny. Though you fail to see what exactly they’d gain from doing that to a bunch of football playing teens, assuming that was their target audience. Force you to kick the ball until you die? Do human experimentation? Lock you somewhere where not even the sun would find you? Would they demand a ransom? Sayaka didn’t have that type of money. But thinking logically, if this invitation was the best the organizers could come up with, maybe it’d be possible to outwit them? Much to think about.
You should consider this carefully.
You considered it carefully. And such careful consideration led you to taking a train from Chiba to Tokyo with Bachira on the date stated in the letter. While Bachira seemed pretty excited (as is the norm for him), you kept all of your feelings internalized. 
After wasting time (Bachira wanted to look around) and following the map given to you, you finally made it to the supposed location of the project. The JFA building stood proud in front of you two, so you decided to believe that you most likely won’t die or be seriously harmed today. That would cause a real big scandal, for sure.
“This seems to be the place.” you hum as you glance at the paper once more, slightly frowning at the lack of one crucial detail. “But it doesn’t say where exactly we’re supposed to meet.” 
“That means we should go in, right?” Bachira retorts, making it seem rather easy. It seemed like you were the only one overthinking everything. How you envied him, sometimes. Going through life with the carelessness of an amoeba seemed a lot less difficult than whatever was going on with you. Then again, minimizing your existence to the simplest cluster of cells doesn’t even seem that appealing when you think about it twice. You just can never win.
“It’s not like we can go back, now that we wasted money to get here.”
Your companion grins and slaps your back not at all lightly. “It’s always about money with you! Let'so go, let's go!”
You decide to stop the objection before you could vocalize it. Now’s not the time for bickering, even if it’s definitely not “always about money” with you, but whatever. 
When you finally open the door, a considerable number of people turn to face you, which makes you (secretly) bristle in discomfort. Sure, you were an expert at playing a social butterfly, or at least a regular friendly peer, but rooms filled with a crowd of mostly unfamiliar faces wasn’t your ideal setting. You make a quick move forward, making them lose interest and turn to look back ahead. 
As minutes rolled along, it seemed that nothing was happening other than more people coming in. In order to pass the time, you chatter with Bachira, completely discreetly (only on your part) commenting on the boys around you. Some of them looked … rather interesting , so you had to wonder how they leave the house everyday while looking like losers of the genetic lottery. Hell, some of them weren’t even ugly, yet they chose to present themselves in a way that made you wonder if they had a hole in their heads, or at least blindness in one or both eyes. You spot a guy with so much hair gel that the mere fact that he still has any hair is a miracle of global proportions (“Bwahahaha! That guy looks like a turnip!” Bachira observes, to which you laugh very unnoticeably). 
You wish it was enough to distract you from the one thing that you had expected, yet feared, once you realized the group consisted of all teenage boys -the stench. 
You don’t even want to imagine how bad it’d be once you started actually playing instead of standing around. You weren’t even that demanding; it’s not like you were asking them to bathe in holy water every three hours, but some soap would be nice?!
Unexpectedly, someone turns towards you. Before you is a bespectacled guy, with a rather handsome face and a fitting smile to boot. You guessed that there was something beneath that visage. Like an insecurity or an ugly personality facet that deserved to be wrapped in a pretty packaging, tucked away from the public eye. But you were just brainstorming. This guy could be going through the torments of a lifetime and it wouldn't be in your realm of caring. Then, he starts talking to you.
“Sorry to bother you, but do you two happen to be forwards?”
Huh. That’s one way to start a conversation. At least it gave you a small hint on whatever was going on here.
“Yeah!” Bachira replies before you can. “You’re one too?” You add.
He smiles and nods, very pretty and proper. “That’s right. My name is Yukimiya Kenyu, by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”
You easily slip into the familiar role as you smile back at him, radiating as much of your inner grace as you could while introducing yourself. “It's very nice to meet you too, Yukimiya-kun.”
The door opens once again and everyone predictably turns to look at the newcomers. You hear many whispers about the “Crown jewel of Japan”, but you have no idea who that is so you don’t even bother. You know Bachira doesn’t know either, and you don’t care enough to ask Yukimiya about it. There’s two guys at the entrance, so it’s a 50/50 chance that one’s the jewel and the other is the pebble. Whatever the truth is, you’ll find out if it ever becomes relevant to you. Which is not now.
Right then, your eyes get abruptly violated by the man that takes the centre of the podium. Not only does he wear the look of a freakish horror caricature like it’s second skin, his strange choice of a hairstyle makes him seem like a scorched thumb more than anything. You give him a point for effort, though, since his dead fish eyes and lanky limbs only add to the aesthetic.  He oppens his mouth and talks, unfortunately.
Now, here’s the thing -you would have liked it if you were able to readily disagree with whatever bullshit this guy’s saying. But it’s understandable bullshit, which is a whole nother thing, so you settle on wearing a pensive and slightly concerned expression, just so you don’t seem out of place. Unlike most of those present, leaving your team behind for this delusional charade … doesn’t seem too bad to you. Perhaps it’s the ultimate hating mindset rearing its head once it senses an opportunity to muddle your thoughts. The whole plan of making the world’s best striker sounded very nice, but you weren’t fully convinced either. Not to be judgmental and superficial (you are) but looking like that and declaring such ideas didn’t leave much space for trust. You share a sideways glance with Bachira.
Then, for some reason, Possible Jewel suspect number One starts talking too. Arguing, mostly. You think it’s a silly hill to die on, but it’s not like you can blame him for thinking the way he does. People treasure their bonds and stuff like that, or so you’ve heard. Unsurprisingly, more complaints pipe up. Most are nonsensical to you, but you do agree with whoever asked why all of you had to live together. Looking at all of them … sharing a living space seems like an idea cooked up by a sadist of the highest calibre. 
Yeah, you … don’t want that. Who knows where all these people have been. 
“Ego’s” response to this is to start this strange contortion performance? Then he talks about the Japanese team and how they’re basically shit-out-of-the-ass bad (which isn’t untrue, but he didn’t have to say it like that), and continues on to quote many world class players, finishing with the principle of “egoism”. 
This “egoism” is heretical against the primary principles of football, ingrained within every regular player who has ever had to share the field with a team.
You, an alien attempting to imitate regularity on a daily basis, find yourself at a loss of words. Transfixed, almost, enchanted even, by this man’s otherworldly philosophy. It feels like home, you realize, cold and empty, but still a memory of the years during which you had felt alive, like an actual being, like someone fitting into the mechanisms of existence. No -you want to bend these mechanisms to your liking. Someone like you is deserving of that.
What a tantalizing offer. You want to reach out and devour every fruit.
There’s a certain swirling darkness within Bachira’s eyes as he gazes at you. You don’t pay attention to it. In the end, you’re the only one that should matter. The center of all, it’s you-the lowest of all scum. 
The gate opens, and the answer is clear. 
After signing the letter of consent, for better or for worse, you find yourself amongst all 300 selected players as you’re led into different vehicles like a flock of sheep. During that time, you were forced to say goodbye to Bachira, since you were assigned different buses, but you assumed it wouldn’t be long until you saw him again. At least the seats are nice, you think as you make yourself comfortable against the window. And it has air conditioning too. Well, it seems like Ego and co. were actually serious about this, since they sunk so much money into it. 
Just as you’re about to force yourself to doze off for the sake of making the trip easier, someone interrupts you. Oh, the joy. You felt like you had enough people time today, but it seems like you were wrong in your belief.
“Excuse me, do ya mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is taken, so …”
Is that a Kansai accent?
The newcomer has a ridiculously cutesy face, complete with the bug eyes of a bizarre size, but the image of daintiness is harshly offset by the boy’s height. Not thinking much of it, you give him a close-eyed smile and a nod as you move your things to give him space to sit. 
“I don’t mind at all! Make yourself comfortable.”
The boy thanks you as he sits down. By the time he’s content with his position, the bus starts moving. For the sake of politeness, you introduce yourself to him, and he returns the gesture, letting you know that his name is Hiori Yo.
“Hiori-kun,” you say like a true conversationalist, “Are you from Kansai, by any chance?”
Hiori nods. “Yeah, I’m from Kyoto. What about you?” 
Feeling glad that you weren’t stuck with someone who made conversations awkward for you, you continue without a hitch. “I’m from Chiba, but I used to live in Kyoto for a bit before going back.”
His eyes widen a bit. “Really? What made you move back?”
“Family matters, nothing much.” As you feel the conversation derailing, you smoothly reel it back. “Say, what do you think about this whole “Blue Lock” thing? It’s all pretty weird, isn’t it?”
“Honestly … when I got the letter, I thought it was some sorta scam.” Hiori admits, smiling when you start laughing. “I dunno, it just seemed suspicious.”
“Right? My friend didn’t think twice about it, but it seemed shady to me. It doesn’t help that the guy who’s supposed to train us looks like that.” You make a few vague hand gestures, hoping to demonstrate your point better.
“Like Slender Man?” Hiori supplies rather unhelpfully, actually. Your English is good enough to understand the literal meaning of what he says, but you have a feeling that he’s referencing something, yet you had no idea what. Unfortunately, your free time was usually spent training, so your knowledge of what was outside of your general sphere of interests was … lackluster. But if you were good at one thing (other than kicking a ball), it’s faking it until you make it. Ego is definitely slender, and a man, so that’s a start.
“Yeah!” You snap your fingers with a practiced amount of enthusiasm. Before your talk could get to the point where your ignorance about this so called “Slender Man” put you in a bad spot, you hum and turn to look out of the window. “I wonder when we’re going to get there.” 
Hiori leans in to look to look outside as well. The next few minutes are spent in comfortable silence, much to the delight of you. You like people who knew how to shut up.
Eventually, silence bores you, as well. 
“Why did you decide to come to Blue Lock?”
Hiori blinks owlishly at your sudden question. “I … wanted a change of pace, I guess.” 
Hm. There was obviously something else hiding in there. Well, luckily for the guy, you weren’t interested in prodding at secrets when they held no importance to you. Whatever issues he had, he could deal with them on his own.
The look he’s giving you implies that he wants you to answer your own inquiry as well. 
“That’s nice. I just like to play football.” 
And that’s that. 
As it turns out, the Blue Lock building is in the middle of nowhere. Totally not skeevy. 
Next, you’re supposed to wait until your name is called. Luck seems to be on your side today, since your name is the first one on the list. You wave at Hiori as you move forward, deciding that he’s good company, with his overall calm demeanor and good sense of conversation-silence balance. Talking to him again wouldn’t be the worst thing.
You find out that you’re supposed to give your wallet and phone to the woman waiting in front of the door, which is … weird, but yeah, sure, might as well. It’s not even a kidnapping at this point, since you consented to being here. You just wish you knew you’d be staying somewhere else beforehand, so you could have packed more of your skincare products, and then thoroughly mentally prepared for rooming with a bunch of possible creeps amd weirdos, which would obviously turn your long established and extremely well-planned routine onto its head.
You’ll have to manage. 
You’re definitely not gritting your teeth at the thought.
Just as she hands you your uniform, you remember. “Excuse me?”
“Yes?”
“Will you inform our guardians of this? Or should we do it ourselves?”
“We will notify your parents and guardians, don’t worry.” Anri replies, and proceeds to explain that you should look for the room marked with the letter present on the fabric.
With a quick “thank you” and a smile, you move on, looking down at your assigned uniform.
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Your eyebrows furrow.
When you move onward, Hiori watches you leave. 
As he waits his turn, he can’t help but think about how unusual you are. Not in the way you present yourself, no. The “perfect student” trope, he’s seen it a lot. People who are nice, outgoing, helpful, and so on; there’s a plethora of those. It’s about the intensity with which you fall into the archetype. The wording of every sentence you say, every move you make, the intonation of your voice -it all seems carefully planned out, programmed and running with no bugs or other disturbances. 
So much that it’s unsettling.
In a way, you remind him of Karasu. You’re both rather guarded, he thinks. But the difference is there; you didn’t seem to be trying to analyze him. Sure, you asked him questions, and he answered, but you had never shown interest in digging in further. Maybe you were just being considerate? It could be. The two of you just met a few hours ago, after all, so you minding your business didn’t seem all that unreasonable.
You said you liked to play football. That’s why you came to Blue Lock. That was an unoriginal, even a little airheaded answer, considering the specific situation you all were in. Even so, Hiori has to wonder …
Ah, his name is being called.
Karasu Tabito has always known that he was a rather ordinary person, but the ranking of 252 does sting a little. 
That’s probably why he’s surprised to see that you, out of all people, are carrying the highest number out of everyone in the room. 
Don’t get him wrong, you had this specific, yet common, kind of charm that probably had all the girls swooning. From the way you walked, you looked, you smiled -yep, you fill all the “pretty boy” boxes.
And yet, you don’t carry yourself like someone who’s supposedly on the top of the foodchain of this small group. Most guys like you had this strong air of confidence, regardless of their disposition, yet you lacked that entirely. Not that you were cowardly either. You just struck this peculiar kind of balance that seemed in no way natural.
And such artificalness only hid weakness.
Well, finding your weak spot is just another job for the analyst.
And he is given his first clue when a blonde guy walks up to you with stars in his eyes and asks if you were the “Slumbering Angel of Chiba”.
Karasu almost laughs. What kind of cringy title was that?
You seemed to share some of his sentiment, because you look at the other like he had grown another head or said the stupidest shit possible to your face with no remorse (which he possibly did?).
Interestingly enough, you force your expression into something softer, which makes your confusion all the more clear. “I’m not sure I follow …?”
The boy then goes on to retell the story of you scoring some crazy goal against some crazy strong school, and how you stopped some crazy guy from doing just about anything the entire game and whatnot. The more he talks, the more off-balance you seem to become. 
Then, at some point during his rambling, you raise your hands to stop him. “I don’t know where you got it, but … drop that title, alright? It’s misleading.”
Misleading in what way, he wonders. 
The large screen suddenly flickers to life, with Ego’s ugly mug on it.
After a brief explanation of the “Dormitory test”, a ball drops right in front of Karasu, and a cartoonish icon made in his image lights up the screen, along with a timer. 2:16.
 Ah, he thinks, Way to rub salt into the wound.
Of course, everyone scatters like headless flies. He has to thread this carefully. Losing his cool and randomly shooting at people with hopes of hitting someone would be as good as immediately giving up. If he wants to climb to the top, he should at least attempt to eliminate the “king of the jungle” right?
That means Mister Angel is at the top of the hitlist.
You look aware, standing in a stance which would make it easy to move around, when the time comes. There’s even a small smile pulling at your lips. And yet, you’re looking at him impassively, like he’s an actor whose performance wasn’t worth humoring.
Perhaps you weren’t as humble as you initially appeared to be?
1:47.
Shit. Karasu is wasting too much time. Still, if he tries to go after you, there’s no guarantee he’ll succeed, and that will lead to even more wasted time. You haven’t shown any of your abilities yet, so trying to go in blind is difficult. 
Guess I’ll have to pick ya apart next time. 
He kicks the ball.
It flies through the air, heading in the direction of the simple-minded creep, Otoya Eita.
Perhaps it was the very simple-mindedness that allowed Karasu to link up with him and make this play.
“Ooh, flashy.” He says, before kicking the ball back just as it touches his foot.
The slam of it against the face of an unfortunate victim cuts through the air.
Sone Yuto.
1:22.
The poor boy manages to barely scramble onto his feet, with his facial muscles creased in pain. 
Then, begins the rather lackluster period of him trying to hit someone and failing. Karasu almost feels bad.
00:36.
With a flash of movement, against all odds, you come in. 
00:29.
Karasu watches you as you watch the field. The smile nevers withers away, as you roll the leather football against the floor. 
00:21.
It’s almost as if you have everyone holding their breath. Unlike earlier, now you do seem like the strongest of twelve.
00:13.
By now, most people have relaxed, perplexed by your lack of offensive movement. Karasu doesn’t give himself the pleasure. For once in his life, he can’t find anything that would offer him a glimpse into the workings of your brain. 
00:09.
00:08.
00:07.
00:06.
Your smile drops, just for a moment.
00:05.
You move so suddenly it’s hard to detect at first. The ball slams against the wall and returns to you. You raise your dominant leg to welcome it, and while you’re keeping balance on the other, you rotate the upper part of your body as to relocate the trajectory of the ball and send it into the space behind you-
-Right into the torso of the boy who had approached you earlier, who was hiding in your blind spot. The impact is strong enough to force him onto his back.
00:04.
Higuchi Kouki.
00:03.  
Karasu sees you whisper something to the fallen blonde, but he can’t hear what. He thinks he doesn’t want to know.
00:02.
Higuchi still isn’t getting up.
00:01. 
The outcome is obvious.
00:00.
Higuchi Kouki.
LOSE.
Karasu Tabito looks at you, your trademark smile, your relaxed posture, your burning gaze, and thinks-
What a remarkable guy.
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ominoose · 1 year ago
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Top 5 Oscar characters most likely to be yanderes? 👀
Ooooh here we go. In no particular order:
• Blue Jones
He's possessive as hell, relationships for him will be part of his status and control is notoriously a big part of who he is. Blue wants to know where you're going, now long you'll be there, what you're wearing, etc. Sometimes he might not let you leave, not for a particular reason, just to exercise control.
Blue picks what you wear too, treating you like his perfect doll. Since you'll live in the Lennox club you'll have his guards eyes on you constantly, so anything you do will be reported back to him. You live in the palm of his hands, and he'll lord that over you, letting you know he paid for that pretty dress and the roof over your head, if it weren't for him you'd be on the streets. Hell even use his customers as proof that no other man will treat you as well as he does since he technically doesn't bend you over a table without at least a warning.
• Steven Grant
Steven could end up a yandere without even realising. He has no real relationship experience, through Marc, Jake and his parents he doesn't even have any examples of what an average, healthy, stable relationship looks like. All he knows is Marc's deep but repressed feelings, so when it comes to his own love he's got so much pent up but doesn't want to repress it, he wants to show it. Steven will read all the romance novels, not knowing it's not reflective of real relationships, and take his que from those.
Expect him to be over bearing, smothering you in love, hugs, constant affirmations, accidentally objectifying you. He's absolutely obsessed with having someone love him and having someone to love. If you ever try to leave? You're talking nonsense, you loved him before, you cant stop now, hes not going to risk losing you. Will definitely get frantic and do something he regrets in a panic, like chaining you to a wall. That won't make him unchain you though, in fact it's probably for the better, you can trust him to take care of you.
• Nathan Bateman
Another man who loves having control, but instead of Blue being more sly about it, teasing you with the open Club that's actually a prison, Nathan has you completely isolated. This makes it much more easy to completely brainwash you.
I fully believe Nathan would make you dependent on him, leaving you locked in a room when you misbehave. He's the only other human you have, completely cut off from everyone else, it'll be easy to make you cling to him.
When you act out he makes an android version of you and dotes on it in front of you, especially when you're locked in clear, glass room. Nathan will show the android more care and affection than he shows you until you're sobbing and begging to get back into his good graces.
• Leto Atreides
I was hesitant to put him here but in my mind it could happen in a few specific scenarios. Being the Duke of an entire planet, the Emperor of the Universes favourite guy but also his enemy, throw in the trauma of his first wife killing his first born in a jealous fit and also his mother figure killing his dad for the same reason, Leto has gotta have some issues. That's a lot of pressure and relationship drama.
House Atreides have honour, a trait Leto likes to represent, but that isn't without flaws. This can lead to, as we see when he gets KO'd in Arrakis, being blinded by determination, blinding by pride.
If you were his favourite concubine or wife, in a period of high political stress, like during Arrakis, if things get rough I can see him snapping. He'll hold it in, trying to remain the figure of calm reason and all it'll take is one Harkkonnen threat towards you or you taking initiative and making a meeting with political heads to aid Leto, then he snaps. You'll be kept strictly in a private wing because you're his and he cannot lose you, will not lose you to the threats plaguing House Atreides from every shadow. Leto loves passionately, deeply and values loyalty and he will know that's his weakness. You're his heart, so he'll keep you locked away from the outside.
• Shimmer!Kane
I lean towards the theory that clone Kane is more primal and caveman like, he has only base human instincts when he's fresh out the Shimmer. This means he will have base instincts towards a partner.
All he has in him is a feeling of connection towards you and the concept of "partner". To him that just means you are his. Since his emotional understanding is very limited, this just manifests as him being possessive, not recognising boundaries.
I'm not much for a breeding kink, but he will breed you, that's just his understanding of humans and might even be programmed into him from the Shimmer. He might even coddle you, taking over any labour you're doing whether that be putting jars on the top shelf or carrying something upstairs. You'll likely end up feeling like a human pet for him to study and possess.
I know William Tell or Jake Lockley or Basil Stitt would've been popular choices but personally, if I was to be truly honest, I can't see it in canon (although I love it Fanon wise).
For William, I think hed too self loathing. He can barely make himself be in a normal, loving relationship and doesn't allow himself the pleasure of sleeping on a normal bed. If William dated someone and suddenly felt himself becoming possessive, controlling or any real overly strong emotion that wasn't pure love he would bolt. William knows what he is capable of and hates it.
For Basil, I think he's just too... pathetic. I don't think he has it in him to be controlling, he's too submissive. He might try, but you'd shout or tell him off and he'd buckle. He'd just sit and cry if you did something to upset him or left. Might spam you or stalk your socials but that's it.
For Jake, I think he'd check out if his emotions ever got that intense. I don't see Jake allowing himself a relationship while he's still keeping to himself from Steven and Marc, but if he was open I still see him being wary. In a scenario where he does have a partner and feels himself becoming too obsessive or controlling he would ghost and never come back. His commitment is to the body and by extension Khonshu, for your own safety and his head mates he'd split.
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randomkduck · 20 days ago
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Catdow Revival AU Chapter 7: Epilogue
Okay. I didn’t really have a way I wanted this fic to end. Couldn’t really think of one. But I did think of this sort of… “go wherever you want with it from here” so here’s the outro! Thank you so much for reading!!
Shadow sat in a circle, drawn in the centre of the basement floor, because of course it was the basement they chose to do this in. It’s apparently the perfect place in the house for magic... other than the attic.
Vio had drawn up the magic circle. Though he didn’t seem to fond of the magic he was handling, he had a stony expression as he periodically glanced at his book, double checking what he was doing as he went so as to not mess up.
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‘Mess up what?’ You may ask. Easy. Mess up the spell that’s gonna give me back my hylian shape.
If I had known Blue figuring out my identity would have led to me getting proper control of my magic back, I would have tried to show her sooner!
I’m glad it’s happening now though.
Vio lays down the last of what is needed for the magic, the only thing remaining now is to actually cast the spell.
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There was a long pause after the spell had ended. Shadow being given a moment to look over himself and appreciate the return of his fingers.
The spell hadn’t been perfect, he still had feline attributes. Like his eyes, which could slit like a cat’s and had a similar shine. There was fur along his knuckles, leading up to feline shaped claws. 
Most notably, he had a tail. A very fluffy one, but it was short and easy enough to hide in his pants that he was sure it hadn’t been noticed yet.
Thankfully he had been… humanized? Hylianized? Returned to form? Thankfully the spell had given him clothes after it worked it’s magic. Though they were very very loose, and the same colours as his old fur with a similar pattern.
Finally, the silence was broken by Red: “Does this mean we don’t have a cat anymore?” He sounded disappointed by the idea.
Shadow laughed. “You could say your cat got an upgrade!” And boy was it weird to use his voice again! It felt like he was moving the words around a cat mouth, and probably sounded accented with the rolls and shape of a cat’s meow.
Red’s lips thinned. “Hmmmm, nooo.” He hummed with a light tone and a shake of his head.
Shadow couldn’t help but pout, Blue and Green snickering at his expense.
Vio seemed to be in shock that the spell had even worked, looking at Shadow with furrowed eyebrows and wide eyes, mouth hung open as he looked between the shade and the book still in his hands.
“I thought Blue was wrong.” He mumbled, Shadow being the only one to hear him. He chose to ignore that comment for now.
Overall, everyone seemed happy. Red even more so when Shadow proved he could still turn into a cat.
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journeyintofiction · 2 years ago
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Promise?
Anon request: Shuri x teacher reader where the reader and Shuri were close as children and years later, Shuri is touring schools in Wakanda and sees her again and realizes she still has feelings for her.
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12 years ago
“Come on Shuri, get your butt up here!” I yell from one of the highest branches of the tree.
“I’m coming, I’m coming jeez”, Shuri mumbled in response while trying to climb as quickly, but safely as possible.
Upon finally getting up into the tree Shuri plopped down next to me and we sat there watching the sun set. Neither of us spoke and just enjoyed each other's company while leaning on one another. It's always been this way between us since we were little, we just always clicked with one another and now as teens, the relationship we have has blossomed more than either of us could have imagined. 
“Are you worried about leaving?” Shuri asked softly while staring off into the distance, watching the ocean waves crash on the sand far below.
I turn my head to look at her and regard her carefully, she seems worried and genuinely sad about me leaving for school. I shake my head and give her a wobbly smile, “I’m not worried, if anything I’m just sad about leaving home.”
She finally turned to look at me and looked like she was going to cry but she just nodded, threaded our fingers together and leaned her head on my shoulder.  “Promise that we won’t lose contact.” she whispered.
I feel a tear fall from my eye, “I promise.”
Current Time
I re-read the email sent from the principal unsure that I read it correctly. Apparently Shuri was visiting various schools in Wakanda and just so happened to choose my school and my classroom to observe. Not that I find it to be a problem, but we haven’t seen each other in years and it just seems odd. We didn’t purposely lose touch, but when I was in college and then going through Grad school things got hectic. I got involved in international programs, outreach centers, and got heavily involved in Wakanadan foreign affairs. 
Life was going so fast and before I knew it I was 28 with more accolades than I could count, more money than I could have ever needed, and desperately missing home. So I decided to move back to Wakanda and start teaching high school students in the advanced track program geared towards international affairs and diplomacy.
My thoughts were brought back to Shuri, who has gone through a lot in the last year. During my time away initially we kept in touch regularly, but after five years of being away from Wakanda, we barely spoke to one another. No hard feelings… just two friends getting pulled in two different directions by life. In truth I haven’t had the heart to see her in person since being back, but I sent a rather large and elaborate flower arrangement after her brother's death and another one after her mothers death. I get pulled from my thoughts by a knock on the door and I look at my watch realizing it's time for my next class period.
I open the door and smile at my students, “Come on in guys.”
I look down the hall and see the principal greeting some of the Dora Milaje and before the principal could see me looking I quickly redirected my attention to my students before closing the door.
“Alright settle down everyone, today we are going to do a socratic seminar and discuss which diplomatic theories were utilized …”
Shuri’s POV
I walked further down the hallway with the Principal as we got a tour of the school before observing Y/N’s class. I haven't seen or heard from Y/N in years but from what I have seen and heard on the news and from mutual friends, she is the same kid I grew up with and had a crush on before she left Wakanda. Throughout the years despite the contact naturally dwindling, I always checked in on her every once in a blue moon just to see what she was doing. Then after everything of the last year she sent flower arrangements in honor of my brother and mother despite the loss of contact.
To see her achievements made me happy as an old friend yet sad because she slipped further away from me each year and her life was on the fast track with no sign of slowing down. Granted, I always knew her brilliance would take her far, but I never thought she would… stay away for so long. Which is why I pounced on the opportunity to visit her classroom to see the work she was doing that everyone was talking about so positively. I tuned back into the conversation and truly began to pay attention.
The principal animatedly discussed Y/N’s impact, “Ms.Y/N is a truly brilliant young woman who has transformed the international affairs and diplomacy program with her ideas. The students and teachers love to work with her and we have seen a sharp increase in grades relating to those subject matters.”
I gave an appreciative hum and smiled at the principal as we arrived outside of the classroom. I glance at Aneka, Ayo, and Okoye who all look impressed and proud. Y/N was always well liked by the Doras and my family in general due to her cleverness, diplomacy, and deep knowledge of history and government. Plus, she was a natural with her fighting skills and always enjoyed a good sparring session before she left.
We open the door quietly and file into the classroom where the students are engaged in a debate about diplomatic resolutions. Everyone is so engrossed in the topic at hand they don't even notice who entered the room. We don’t say anything and choose to remain silent and watch the events unfold naturally to get a true sense of the class. I find myself looking at Y/N and begin to truly listen.
Y/N POV
As my students get deeper into their debate I take notes and put a pause to the discussion, “ Alright guys we have to wrap up, the bell rings in 15 minutes, so what have we decided would be the most effective policy to implement?”
One of my students, Jelani, shoots her hand up, “ a quid pro quo would have worked out the best given that both sides have information to share but don't want to give up too much.”
I smile a nod, “excellent, make sure you all write that down it will be on the next test and-” I pause when I notice the principal and our honored guests in the back of the classroom observing. 
The kids turn around at my pause and scramble to properly greet the Queen and the Dora Milaje that are with her. Shuri waves them off smiling and says “please continue, we just wanted to observe the flow of class.”
My students turn back to me and I sigh with a tired smile, “I see the way you all are looking at me… fine class is dismissed. Make sure you look at your online notifications for the announcement about homework and materials for next class.” 
All of my students quickly packed up, said hello to the queen and took their leave seeing as she was going to speak with me. The principal stepped out too, smirking and throwing me a wink before shutting the door.
I stand up and walk over to Shuri and smile, cocking my head to the side slightly before asking “ if you wanted to see me, couldn’t you have just summoned me?” 
She busted out laughing and for a moment it was like we were teenagers sitting up in our favorite tree again. I turned to Aneka, Ayo, and Okoye and smiled sheepishly before asking, “how have you guys been?”
They shake their heads trying to conceal their smiles but they answer warmly, “We have been good, still waiting on a training session with you.” 
I damn near choke on my spit at that and squeak out “uh, ya sure.”
With that they step away giving Shuri and I some privacy, and I look at Shuri while she seems to be watching me with some unplaced emotion. I open my mouth to speak but she beats me to it.
“Would you like to go out?” she blurts with a nervous smile.
I raised an eyebrow because I always thought she had a bit of a crush on me but I didn’t think it would stick around. I pretend to think about it and she looks increasingly nervous as I pretend to contemplate. “Yes.”
She looks surprised and then pulls me into a hug and says “ You are staying in Wakanda this time around right?”
I pull back from the hug and nod, grinning “yeah.”
She pauses before saying “Do you promise?”
I catch the reference to our last conversation before I left Wakanda and get a little teary eyed before responding.
“I promise.”
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Hi everyone, I am so sorry this came out so late, I got super sick with a cold and have been dying between that and finals. But I have finished finals so I will have more time to write now so send any requests you would like to see! Please forgive any grammatical errors :)
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dahliarosebud · 2 years ago
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- Ft. Nanami, Suguru, Gojo, Toji
• MAIN-MASTER-LIST
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Warnings: nsfw, smoking, mentions of blood
Synopsis: Relationship descriptions and how you met one another also tattoos and jewellery descriptions 😘
A/n: There is nothings canon about this, but it is based in the same time period and universe. Toji hcs are Toji x wife 
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Nanami
• He keeps you away from everyone else, he enjoys your relationship being private 
• He often fiddles with his tie in the morning, staring at himself in the mirror, “Here,” you said as you got out of bed standing in front of him, fixing his tie eyes watching the way your hands smoothed out his blazer jacket 
• Hates the fact that you’re friends with Gojo
• He takes the relationship slow at first only when you reach the first 4 months does he take you home with him
• You go on nights out with Gojo and his other work colleges, either you’re being helped home or he is
• He is affectionate in private, he isn’t into PDA, the furthest he would go is holding your hand
• He kisses your forehead, with a gentle hand holding the back of your head before pulling you in whispering a loving ‘goodbye’ as he leaves for work
• He is gentle in bed unless he is drunk, but sometimes you ask for something different 
• His pet names for you, ‘darling’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’
• He first met you in a cafe - He strode in fixing his rolled up sleeves and smoothing his hair back down. He stood impatiently in the que eyes flicking to the watch on his wrist every so often, he took one step forward only to be pushed back slightly, his chest grew warm as coffee dripped  down the navy blue shirt.  “Oh my- I’m so sorry I should have been looking where I’m going,” you rushed scrubbing the stain with a napkin, face dark red in embarrassment. Hand stopping as you saw the raised hand next to your head indicating for you to stop, you looked up, standing up straighter, eyes meeting his, “It’s fine,” he sighed. “Well at least let me buy you you’re drink?” you said smiling once he nodded stiffly.
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Suguru
• Obviously Suguru has gauges, but he would also have a tongue piercing
• His hands are always on your hips no matter where you go 
• When you walk past him his fingers catch you by the belt loops on your jeans as he tugs you into him, sighing in your ear before asking what you’re doing or where you are going
• You bot have smoke ‘breaks’ together 
• High school sweethearts, Gojo had introduced you
• Kind of toxic, mainly gaslighting and trying to convince you to stay with him after everything he has done and what you have done with him, but you can’t help but stay after all you’ve been through together and when he stares at you like that
• When you lie in bed together he is usually the first to fall asleep, head tucked into your neck as you read
• He knows where all your sweet spots are, memorised over the years, often he runs his hands up and down on the insides of your thighs before trailing kisses up them eyes flicking up to yours 
• Likes it when you pull on his hair
• Plays with your hair as you lay on his chest
• You shower together because there is no such thing as privacy with him
• His thumb drags over your cheek wiping the splattered blood away as your palm cups his face eyes drifting over his skin observing where the blood sprayed on him from the guy who lies on the floor behind you
• Pet names for you, ‘baby’, ‘beautiful’, ‘sweetheart’
• You guys met at Jujutsu High - You laughed at Gojo as he told you about what happened yesterday in training, “this is Suguru, my best friend,” he boisterously exclaimed as he tossed an arm over the tall boy next to him. The guy lazily waved to you not taking his eyes off of the ground. “I’ll be back in a second,” Gojo about screamed as he patted Suguru’s chest running off to the girl calling him over. You stood awkwardly watching the way he fumbled before pulling out out a pack of smokes. “Can I have one?” He looked towards you nodding after giving you a once over. You leant against the railing with him fingers out reached as you took the cigarette from him with a small thanks as you put it between your lips. Leaning forward to the flickering flame in front of your face. Inhaling as you turned slightly to look at his chiselled features, studying the way his yes closed as the  poison coursed through his body. You plucked the cig from your lips exhaling as you tipped your head back relishing in the way the sun beamed onto your skin, “I’m Y/n by the way”.
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Gojo
• Gojo wears rings that line his nimble fingers, all silver and expensive when you go out
• He is protective and is borderline obsessed with you, he calls you during his breaks to check in on you when you’re on a mission
• Late at night  you are both laid on the sofa, legs tangled and his fingers gently scratch against your scalp and your back soothingly as he talks about his day with the kids he teaches, “and Yuuji he is,” he stopped looking down into your eyes, “what?” he chuckles. “You really love them,” you smiled gently. “Not as much as I love you,” he whispered as he leant forward pressing a kiss to the crown of your head
• He turns his infinity off when he sees you coming over to him so he can hold you whether it’s your hand or just you
• Takes you partying with his friends when you were younger - and now
• Loves to spoil you, you look at a dress to long it’s yours, jewellery, ‘lets get matching’
• His hand presses into the small of your back as he fucks you, and he leaves you littered in love bites
• Likes it when you scratch his back, and he’ll tell you how good you are with out fail
• Loves every inch of you the same, he doesn’t love a particular part more than any other, he thinks you’re breath taking the most gorgeous woman he has ever set his eyes on 
• You were childhood best friends, betrothed from birth because your clans wanted to strengthen their names and jujutsu
• He has never been shy, since the age of fifteen he began asking you to marry him
• He’ll hurt anyone who dared lay a finger on you
• Sobbed in your arms when Suguru died 
• Sets up little random dates, lit by orange candle light
• He fell first, but you fell harder
• He isn’t scared to show you off often taking you out with him and with the kids, who all wrinkle their noses as they watched their teacher whisper things into your ear as you giggle
• His biggest fear is losing you because he will inevitably lose himself
• Pet names for you, ‘wifey’, ‘princess’, ‘honey’
• You first met in his house when you were only children - Your head hung as you stared at the grey rug, which matched the cold empty house. Stumbling forward as you were pushed towards the young boy (who was just under a year older) stood in front of you. You were only twelve. Your father’s deep sigh whistled behind you before he walked off with Gojo’s father to speak of the arrangement. You jumped as big blue eyes met your own. “Hello,” he smiled. You lifted your head taking a step back staring shyly at the tall slender boy, “I’m Gojo Satoru.” He exclaimed hand out stretched for you to shake, you chewed the inside of your cheek moving forward again clasping your hand in his. “I’m Y/n L/n,” you spoke a tad louder than you intended pink flushing to your cheeks. He just laughed, “Come on I’ll show you around,” he shouted as he pulled you along with him.
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Toji
• He has a tattoo sleeve and rings line his fingers, some chunkier than others
• He has and will kill for you 
• Tucks your hair behind your ear before leaning in to kiss your cheek then leaves for work
• When you come home from work, you find him in his study where you stand beside the large chair he is sat on. You kiss his temple as he sighs through his nose hand gripping your hip as he pulls you down onto his lap
• Leaves love bites across your neck and collar bone, where he drags his finger across the fresh bruises liking the why your eyes flutter shut
• He also trails kisses up your thigh, nipping at the skin gently, finger prints bruising as he grips your waist, your own fingers tangled into his already messy black hair
• He shares his cigs with you, his hand reached towards his lips, fingers gently taking the cigarette from between them, smoke drifting from his mouth. His hand moved towards your mouth where you took the cig your lips enveloping the end
• Before he gets into bed he gingerly moves the hair from your face leaning forward to kiss your forehead
• He spoons you, a leg between yours arm heavy on your waist the other outstretched above your head, breathing synched
• Loves your thighs, his hand rests there while driving or watching a movie at home 
• Holds your hand as he carries baby Megumi with his other arm, whom is asleep chubby cheeks pressed to his dad’s shoulder
• Slaps your ass when he walks into the kitchen where you’re stood holding Gumi as you gently rock him while cooking breakfast, “Good morning,” he said hand running down his face, gruff morning voice like music to your ears
• His wedding ring hangs on a chain as he ‘works’ making sure no blood gets onto it
• His heart began to only beat for you, then you had Megumi and he had two reasons to live other than revenge on his clan
• Pet names for you, ‘baby’, ‘love’, ‘gorgeous’ 
• Fell in love with you when he was younger and was betrothed to your sister. You were fifteen and he was seventeen like your her
• He met you when coming to meet your sister, - “This is my son Toji Zenin,,” The tall stoic man said a firm hand pressed to his son’s shoulder. “This is my youngest daughter Y/n Fushiguro and my eldest S/n L/n,” my father said. I looked up at my step-mother’s face wincing at the way she cringed as she was reminded of the fact that I was the product of an affair. “I can not wait to join our clans,” my father bowed. I looked to my side, eyes catching the older boy’s who stood across from me, a smirk caught his lips, the fresh cut on his lip pulled up and eye catching.
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dragonshoardofworks · 10 months ago
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Danuary24_ Free Day (+ Voyage?)
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I'm a bit late because I wanted to clean the sketches digitally, but @crossoverdanuary you can blame @cleanlenins and their birthday present for this idea! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)
In this crossover, when the Portal Incident happened, Danny got Isekai-ed into the One Piece World early in the East Blue saga (still haven't decided exactly when).
It's also (back in Amity) a No One Knows AU, so when the Portal started working "out of nowhere", Danny seemingly disappeared in the same period (no one could actually pinpoint when, though, due to neglect).
Was Danny friends with Tucker and Sam? Did they even exist in this Amity at all? No clue, but the only thing I know for certain is that Danny was a lonely boi...
Until the Strawhats happened, that is.
Like canon, Danny needed a while to start learning how to use his powers, which were such a trial and error thing that he ended getting a slightly different "moveset", so to speak:
Basic common powers + Ghost Form_ ✓
Ice powers_ ✓ (after Drum/Alabasta)
Overshadowing_ X (technically he still could, but has no idea it's a viable option)
Weakness to the Seastone_ ✓ (it has the same properties as the Ectoranium)
Telekinesis_ ✓
Ghostly Wail_ ✓ (post Water 7, if you know what I mean) However, it leaves him so drained that in addition to going back to human form, he's also unable to move for a while (pre-time skip)
Devil Fruit Sense_ ✓ (works like Ghost Sense)
Duplication_ X
(NEW) Spiritual Extraction:
If an object has enough personality/presence, Danny can extract/create a spiritual projection (or even a ghost if the physical object is destroyed) of it. The "blob ghosts" thus created are capable of interacting (minor powers included) with the material world depending on how much of his ectoplasm he feeds them. The Going Merry is the first example of it (AKA the first pic), followed shortly after the Gomu Gomu no Mi and the Hito Hito no Mi (Luffy and Chopper's Devil Fruits). (Oddly enough, the Hana Hana no Mi and the Hono Hono no Mi, Nico Robin's and Ace's fruits respectively, can't be projected, but they dismiss it as Danny's weird biology.) Few other objects that can be affected include the Wado Ichimonji, the Sandai Kitetsu and Luffy's Hat. (Still deciding what else to add.)
More details under the cut (Lenn it will definitely be spoiler-y for you, since you're still at Water 7, so read at your own risk! (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) )
As you probably have already guessed if you're following the Japanese scans, the reason Luffy's fruit can be projected is because it's a Zoan.
The reason for this is that the manga said that Zoan have their own personality (which could overwhelm the user if their will isn't strong enough) and so I interpreted that this implies also a spirit/soul within!
(Thus, in the second pic, the mini swirly sun over the sleeping Danny, Merry and Sunny is Nika, who's bewildered by the mere concept of staying still and resting. You should move and have fun!!)
Other spoilery plot things include:
Usopp never deflected at Water 7 (there was still angst about the physical death of the Merry, but having her literal spirit hanging out with and scolding you if you were spiraling helped immensely);
Franky's personality (since he's one of his creators) rubbed off Sunny, so he's prone to join him in his dances and screaming "SUUUUUPEEEERRR!";
Danny gives off passive harmless ectoplasm radiations (moreover when he's in ghost form) that the Merry feed on when she's a full ghost and so doesn't need any active recharge;
because of his high metabolism, Danny has to eat either a lot (not Luffy-levels) or food choke-packed of nutrients. They also notice that the rawer the meat, the less Danny needs to eat (since it has higher content of non-degraded ectoplasm);
As I was writing the previous point, a thought occurred to me: could this also be a Ghost Hunger AU where Danny also feeds on emotions? 🤔 Let's keep it on maybe, because with Luffy around it would be like a nuclear reactor to feed on. No, I changed mind again, it's a YES, because there's no Ambient Ectoplasm in the One Piece world (contrary to what I headcanon Amity Park), so the only way for Danny to survive at all would be to stay on Luffy's side almost constantly.
And this leads me to the timeskip separation: because of the battle with Kizaru and the Pacifistas, and consequent use of 1-2 Wails, Danny has to retreat to his Core (first time ever happened), causing panic and forcing Luffy to stash it in the ribbon of his hat due to the heat of the battle (and so be separated along with him).
Danny stays unconscious two whole arcs, until Luffy is about to die of poison on Level 5 of Impel Down. He still hasn't enough energy to manifest outside his Core, but he gives his Captain as much as he could to keep him alive until the Okamas find and save them; he continues to do so even during the Hormone Treatment, having received a boost from Bon Kure and the others' emotional cheering.
After a short rest (he fainted) made during the escape, Danny wakes up again at Luffy's Conqueror Haki shout and given how much death and despair there's in the air, he's able to manifest again and speed up the rescue.
Who lives and who dies? No clue, but given my bleeding heart, Ace Lives, but not without grave injuries for the three of them (maybe so much that Danny ends again into his Core).
I just realized that this could end with Danny adopted officially into the ASL (Luffy had already started the process)... Our boy Danny is so Adoptable™ LMAO
Sabo regains his memories at the news of the close call and hijacks any mode of transportation to reach the trio. Two years timeskip happen with quartet bonding and training, then into the New World We Go!
Nothing else comes to mind at the moment, but I guess that I already said enough, don't I? (≧∇≦)
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butterkofiinthemorning · 7 months ago
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I was trying to find Mangas that have similar vibes to Dungeon Meshi because it's really the best media I ever consume for awhile and it checks all the boxes on what I'm looking for in a story.
But then, maybe I'm just trying to find something that is plot consistent or ever growing, character driven and at least have some system within the story. No ass pull whatsoever. Probably why I dislike most of the Isekais so much and the lazy writing of some OP characters (Mob Psycho 100 and One Punch Man might be my only exception for this, because they did handle OP characters very well).
The reason I liked Hunter x Hunter more than any other shonen out there is because of the nen abilities well explained (and it's the basis for Jujutsu Kaiden CTs) and it can potentially grow.
Railgun on the other hand got my curiosity with how abilities could be applied. I don't have the same sentiments with Index as I'm more pulled in by the science sides of things and I kinda dislike some harem sub elements on it, both the mother and the spin off story.
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So, from what I gathered these will probably be my to read list;
1. Witch Hat Atelier - I've seen some artworks, and it's one of the best panelling I've ever seen. Plus it's the fantasy closest to Dungeon Meshi. And the author's a fan of Good Omens! I think.
2. Blue Period - The talent vs. hardwork discussion made me wanna read it.
3. Fool Night - Apparently Sui Ishida liked this, and I watched some video regarding this and it pique my interest delving back to this type of genre.
4. The Summer Hikaru Died - Hmm.. I've seen this quite a few times last year when I was scrolling through a raw manga, and honestly the blue background and some ominous looking boy got my attention.
5. March Comes in Like a Lion - I've been dismissive of this for quite a year/s because I thought it was too heavy for me back then. But now that I'm in the mood of ever growing characters, I would like to read it. Though what really made me read about it is because the artist is the same with Oberon's design which I really liked in FGO.
6. Chainsaw Man - I already know what happened. I watched a summary video in YT that explained Part 1 and Part 2. BUT I wanted to give it a proper read. Denji and Asa is something special and yet relatable to me in a sense. Plus I like how clean his panelling is for this.
7. Kaze Hikaru - Man, I looove Shinsengumi. Okita has been my favourite character in FGO and my first 5 star saber. But this Manga, it fleshes out his character more and also the Shinsengumi as a whole up until it's downfall. I already read some of it but I think I just can't find the continuation.
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Maybe this post is just a reminder for myself on what I'll be reading because I'm too forgetful in everything. I doubt anybody is reading this though.
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runningfrom2am · 9 months ago
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to be honest, giving your favourite books for an undefined period of time is a huge thing when even lending them to your friends is hard enough.
“Him and Cole are practically the same person!” no, they just happen to be looking exactly the same. coryo is one of a kind and you can take this both as a compliment and an insult.
“Lennox you are such a.. boy!” me, any given moment.
almost nothing is as unsettling to me as relationships that don’t have a name. r can’t go and live in the capitol anytime soon and coryo would rather die than live in district 12. i understand why they haven’t discussed it, though i’m sure that coryo is more than willing to call her his “girlfriend”, yet it feels like personal attack.
THEY ARE COMMUNICATING!! FINALLY!! 🥹
cole, when i catch you cole WHEN I CATCH YOU- (he got what he deserved 😌)
standing in front of a gun held by the boy you love but also had nightmares about, for someone who was talking about getting you killed when you know it may cause too much trouble for you, takes a lot of will power. not everyone could and certainly not everyone would. this was what stopped coryo from shooting, what reminded him of all the other times.
coryo trying to save r from seeing yet another body-
WHAT WILL THEY DO WITH HER?
bestieee i was so nervous for you to read this part haha so i HOPE you liked it ahhh
1. omg literally like i couldn’t do it hahah she is stronger than i
2. men with blonde hair and blue eyes are a very valid weakness to have in my opinion. also i feel like lennox won’t really see past that surface level similarity, at least not until coryo proves to him that he is different
3. lol literally he is once again proving his little brother energy haha
4. SO REALLL situationships are an actual nightmare. me and my bf had to go from spending every day together for the first few months of our relationship to being long distance and it was SO hard and we couldn’t talk about it at ALL until literally the day we both had to leave. and even then we had a plan of when we would see each other again and we could call everyday and facetime everyday but for them they have none of those options like i wouldn’t talk about it either.
and yes like he’s dying to be like “yes this is my girlfriend” but i feel like he’s still a little bit scared of rejection after what happened after the games where she unintentionally ghosted him
5. WE LOVE THEM BEING ABLE TO COMMUNICATE OMG
6. HES SO FUCKED FOR THAT like i really need to know what their history is bc i feel like it’s some complicated tea. bottom line he did get what he deserved lol
7. it’s literally so intense and like clearly it was an impulsive decision on her part but she really committed. i think too that it was really good for her bc 1. obviously she knows now for sure that he wouldn’t hurt her (at least not on purpose) and 2. that maybe she hasn’t changed as much as she feared that she did. or maybe at the very least she’s starting to come back. it was a HUGE step for her and honestly i’m proud.
9. aww like yeah of course he would 🥺 he really tried his best and made her his priority like immediately and just AH
10. 🤭🤭🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️
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