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hi princess, I hope your break is going well <33 this is like super specific but could you do a jj x Routledge!reader with super blonde frizzy hair nd jj doesn’t know she dyes it brown until he walks in on her with a lions mane getting dye ready

No pressure at all for u to get to this, i love ur work so so much and I hope you’re going okay princess <333 thank you

thank you for the request! wasn't sure if you wanted smut in there but that's how all of my Fics end up so I'm assuming you do! I'm sorry this turned so dark if you wanted it fluffier. I have recently started Haunting Adeline 😂🤭🩷

Hair Dye

Pairings: JJ x Routledge!Reader

Warnings: Surprise Kiss, Fingering, Rough!Dark!JJ, Spanking, Panty Ripping, Hair Pulling, Choking, P in V, Creampie, Caught, etc.

Summary: Read the ask^

Author's Note: Wrote this so fast, I hope you like it, sorry it's so late!

"I just don't see the point, dad and I have brown hair, you got blonde hair, you should feel special!" John B says as I walk down the aisle searching for the color I want. "That's exactly the point JB. I feel left out. It's odd, plus people have asked us way too many times if we're dating, even though we have the same face." JB rolled his eyes in defeat as I found the shade of brown I was searching so hard for. I was so excited that I could barely wait until we got home.

"Hey JJ is coming over soon!" I hear JB yell from the kitchen as he puts away some groceries. "I expect nothing less. Your boyfriend basically lives here!" I laugh as I go into the bathroom and read the instructions. Once I think I finally have it down and the parts mixed together, my brother calls me into the kitchen. "I'm gonna start cooking dinner. Is there any way I am going to talk you out of this? Blonde hair takes a long time to come back." He says and almost on cue JJ stumbles in the front door. "And yet yours keeps coming back." I say throwing my thumb over my shoulder. He chuckled at my stupid joke and ruffled my hair, causing it to frizz up even more than it already had.

"Hey there, hot stuff." JJ said with a wink. I roll my eyes before walking to the bathroom. "He was talking to you!" I shout teasing JB about his best friend. "I definitely wasn't but okay. What's with her?" I hear him ask my brother. I put the gloves on and get a towel ready under my neck. "She's going to dye her hair. I kept trying to talk her out of it. Fuck, I forgot something at the store. I'll be back, try not to kill each other." I heard the screen door slam as John B ran out.

I heard loud footsteps coming from the hallway until they reached me. "You're not gonna try to talk me out of it too are you?" I say setting down the bottle of dye. "Not gonna try shit" I breathe out a sigh of relief. "You're not doing it." He demanded. "Who do you think you are?" I ask with a full attitude. "Y/N. You don't need to dye your hair." I shook my head. "I want to!" I whined. JJ went to grab the bottle of hair dye and so did I. Eventually he tore it from me and held it above his head. I wasn't able to reach it and he laughed because he thought he had won. I looked him in the eyes and took his face in my hands, planting a big kiss on him. when his lips moved back and forth with mine, I knew he'd drop his arm any second. And he did. I took the chance and stole my bottle back running to the guest bedroom and trying to make it to that bathroom. I wasn't aware JJ was right behind me until I was pinned against the bathroom door.

"Why must you be a little brat all the time?" He asked. JJ's eyes are dark now. This wasn't a game anymore. He removed the bottle from my hand, I let him take it because I was so stunned by this sudden change. "You're. Not. Dying. It." He said with a low menacing voice. "Jay-" I tried to plead, I don't know why, but he was scaring me. He was also kind of arousing me. I never had these feelings for my brother's best friend, maybe it was just how dark he felt in this moment.

He stared into my eyes before placing his lips to mine once again. It felt different this time, I felt a zing, coursing through my veins. His fingertips were now bruising my hips as he lightly humped me through our clothes. This felt unreal. I peak my eyes open for a moment. Yep. it was still JJ. He was still grabbing me with an intense force and grinding his rock hard cock into me.

My eyes shut again and I just went with it. His right hand moved to unbutton my shorts. When he found his way in, he didn't tease, he only plummeted two fingers into my soaked core. "He won't be gone long, if there's something you want from me..tell me now." He demanded again. My eyes stared into his begging to be fucked but I knew it wouldn't be that easy. "F-fuck me.." I whispered through my breath, unable to think as his fingers moved back and forth. "Speak up." His harsh tone scared me slightly but I said my phrase again, louder so he could hear.

His fingers escaped my opening, causing a whine to spill from my lips. He rolled his eyes before pulling my shorts down. I kicked them to the side before I was roughly turned around and slammed up against the door. A gasp flew out of me unexpectedly followed by another when I felt him slap my ass. I let out loud moans as he continued, taking turns with my cheeks. When they were blood red, he squeezed them in his hands. I hissed from the sensitivity he caused.

He toyed with my panties for a few seconds before he spoke. "You don't need these." He chuckled lightly before I heard a ripping sound. Shock was written all over my face as he tore the rest of the thin fabric off of my body. His fingers found my slick folds and teased them for a moment. I was about to chime in before hearing the sound of a zipper and shorts dropping to the ground. I didn't have enough time to process the noise before I felt his cock slide inside me. He let out a dark groan and quickened his pace, not letting me adjust to his size. He was going so fast and so hard. I was a moaning mess. My head started to fall but he didn't let it get too far. His hand pulled me back by my hair while his other wrapped around my throat. His fingertips squeezed tighter, not giving me much room to work air in or out. "You like that? Like my hand wrapped around your throat while you take my cock?" He asked and all I could do was give a small nod before he pulled my hair again, so now my ear was against his lips. "What would John B say if he walked in on us right now? Think he'd be pissed to see his sister with my cock jammed in her tight pussy?" He teased.

Those words were enough to cause an eruption in me. My orgasm hit me like a freight train and slid down his cock and onto his thighs. His hand left my throat and fell to my hips as I pulled in as much air as possible. He fucked me hard a few more times before his cum leaked inside of me.

The sound of the screen door opening and closing apparently wasn't enough to get JJ's dick out of me. My throat was tired, I couldn't mutter a word and JJ knew that. He rode out his high which made my eyes roll back. It was enough for me to squeeze my thighs together and cum again.

"JJ when I said anything, this is not what I meant!" JB shouted. We never even heard him walk in, but we heard the bedroom door slam. We cooled down and I went into the bathroom to inspect my neck. There were bruises where JJ had a hold of me. "What did he mean by that?" I asked. JJ was a lot brighter now. "Oh he messaged me before you two got home and told me to make you not dye your hair. He said to do anything I have to." He chuckled. "Wasn't planning this.." He said pointing to my neck. "But I'm glad it happened." He shrugged and kissed my forehead. A smile spread onto my face before I laid my head on his chest. He held me in his arms and I promised to never dye my hair.

"Good, I like pullin' on this blonde lion's mane." He giggled before I swatted at his chest.

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taetaespeaches · 6 months

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“Begging already?”

taehyung x reader/oc genre: fluff word count: 1.7K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Long time no see :) I got a nightmare before christmas version of the game operation and this idea came to mind... I wrote the majority of it back in august and am now randomly deciding to post. If anyone even cares!!! I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

Thunder rumbled quietly outside as the candlelight illuminated the kitchen, and while the power outage may have helped Taehyung set the mood, you determined he had a charming ability to make any scenario feel romantic. The room was bathed in warm, flickering, golden hues, the low lighting casting shadows across Taehyung’s handsome face, revealing his features only in small glimpses as he shifted around the childrens game positioned in front of you both. Your boyfriend would have been a 19th century romantic writer’s dream, his bone structure providing an air of austerity while his sweet heart doled out love onto every living thing in his vicinity. The ultimate muse.

His freshly dyed blonde hair was too enticing for you to resist reaching out and brushing your fingers through the soft strands. He leaned into the touch, despite the tweezers reaching in for a plastic spider within Oogie Boogie’s burlap body. While out and about a couple weeks ago, you and Taehyung came across a Nightmare Before Christmas edition of the classic Operation game. Instead of collecting various bones from the man’s body, you were tasked with digging bugs and other creepy items out of the movie villain’s burlap form.

“You’re gonna make me mess up,” Taehyung complained halfheartedly, looking up at you from underneath the gold metal rim of his glasses.Truly swoonworthy. You were seated cross-legged on top of the counter, admiring the way Taehyung’s forearms rested against the granite as he leaned over the game board. Flashing him a smile, you watched as his own lips curved upward before turning his attention back to the game.

You were supposed to be on a date tonight, the dinner reservations made last week. When the storm, followed by the power outage, struck, Taehyung quickly adjusted. He pulled together every candle within the apartment and put them all in the kitchen, stating that “the kitchen is the most romantic room in the house”. Whether you believed that prior to his comment or not, you were now convinced. Who were you to argue with an expert in romance? People wrote great romantic novels about him, after all.

It had been at least fifteen years since either of you had played Operation, and memory had led you both to believe the game was much more challenging than it really was. Taehyung successfully removed the spider and placed it to the side of the board, restarting his collection after two rounds of play already. Neither of you had failed an operation yet, causing for a very un-suspenseful game.

“I remember this being a lot more difficult when I was six,” you smiled, Taehyung chuckling as he transferred the removal tool to you. Placing his palm on your knee cap, he squeezed gently before swiping his thumb along your thigh.

His tongue poked out before grazing over his bottom lip, lingering for a moment until his mouth spread into a stunning smile. “We could make it more exciting,” he suggested flirtatiously. Pulling your eyebrows together, you watched as mischief flashed across his pretty eyes. “Every time one of us misses, we take something off.”

“What, like strip Operation?” You snorted, massaging the roots of his hair. Taehyung wore an expression of pure excitement, eyes wide, beam wider. It was cruel, and enchanting, how he could use that innocent charm in sinful ways. “Fine,” you agreed with a smirk, pulling your hand from his hair and turning your attention to the board. Easily, you removed the bat and placed it on top of the counter, defiant in your refusal to give him what he wanted.

Meeting Taehyung’s eyes, you found his features positioned into a disappointed pout. “Looks like your plan has been foiled,” you smiled in amusement, Taehyung taking the tweezers from you. “We literally haven’t missed—”

You were cut off by the sound of Oogie Boogie yelling about people fishing around in his body, startling you as your eyes darted to the board to see it lit up with failure.

“Oh, shoot,” Taehyung said teasingly, tsking at himself. In the next moment, with a smirk planted on his annoyingly pretty face, he reached for the shirt at the nape of his neck and tugged it over his head, leaving him beautifully topless. “Your turn,” he smirked teasingly, and for a moment you damn near tugged your own shirt off before you remembered there was a game in play. It wasn’t Operation that you were suddenly determined to win, but rather the game of desire versus desire that you did not want to lose. Taehyung had always been the king of self control and making him lose his composure was always the sweetest victory. It was magical, the moment he’d snap, witnessing him beg.

Biting back your amusement, you leaned into the board and began your attempt to remove the snake that Taehyung failed to. With his eyes on your task, you snuck a glance at his shoulders just barely highlighted in the candle’s flickering. He was sturdy and broad, but somehow still delicate, and the orange flame enhanced the tan he had gotten on his recent work trips, the Spanish beaches suiting him well. His eyes lifted to meet yours, snapping you back to the game as you concealed a knowing smile at being caught staring.

Shifting focus, you ignored his cocky chuckle. “This is one of the easiest pieces, you loser,” you teased, feigning obliviousness to his strategic loss. As you slowly pulled the piece out of the game board, Taehyung suddenly squeezed your thigh with a loud shout that purposefully made you jump in start. The tweezers hit the metal siding, sending Oogie Boogie into a fit, alerting you that you had failed the operation.

Clutching at your chest, you huffed. “Foul play!” You complained to Taeyung as he smiled impishly at you, his tongue tucked slightly between his teeth as he celebrated his small win. Biting back your own amusement, you picked up the sheet of paper with the game rules and started studying them with fake seriousness.

“What are you looking at?” He craned his neck, attempting to peek over at the rules.

Pulling it out of his view, your lips lifted into a smirk. “I’m looking for what it says about your supposed lover cheating to get you naked,” you informed him, noting the scoff that escaped his lips. “Surely I get a redo or something.”

An adorable chuckle fell from Taehyung’s soft lips, your heart squeezing at the sound. “No, I’m pretty sure a fail is a fail,” he defended his conniving ways. Shooting him a glare, he giggled a little more. “What’s it say?” He nodded at the rule sheet with a charming lift of his eyebrow.

“Turns out strip Operation isn’t a real game,” you forced a frown.

“I’m shocked,” he played along, his eyes widening to emphasize his acting.

“Yeah, it says that taking your clothes off during play is an inappropriate way to enjoy this board game made for six year olds,” you cocked your head to the side, Taehyung smiling brightly at you, lifting his eyebrows playfully.

“Really?” He smirked, his gaze glancing down your body, eyeing the oversized sweatshirt that pooled slightly at the tops of your thighs. “I think getting you out of that top is perfectly appropriate.”

On second thought, the great romance writers of the 1800s wouldn’t have known what to do with Taehyung. You’d like to see Anne Elliot try to resist the man standing in front of you.

“The game makers disagree,” you told him, though your hands traveled to the hem of the shirt, your fingers toying with the material. “This top?” His eyes lingered on your fingertips, anticipating your next move. His silence, the lack of a comeback, is what gave away how he barely held onto his restraint. The wick of one of the candles popped, the flame flickering across Taehyung’s face to reveal the way hunger had etched its way into his features. These moments, where you held him in the palm of your hand, made the desire to tease him burn inside your abdomen, feeling very much like need.

Sitting up straighter, you finally lifted the fabric up your body, exposing your stomach, your chest, the flimsy lounge bra hardly concealing anything from his feasting eyes. Pulling the top over your head and setting it down on the counter beside you, your eyes found Taehyung’s as they greedily took in the newly exposed flesh. His hands quickly found purchase on your hips, his fingers cool but not cold as they settled on your sides.

“Please tell me you’re not gonna make us go through more turns to get the rest of this off,” he pleaded, his thumbs dipping under the material of your cotton shorts. Giggling, you cocked your head in feigned thought as you rested back on your arms, your open palms supporting you against the counter.

“Begging already?”

Chuckling at you in disbelief, Taehyung dropped his head against your lap before turning his face to look up at you. “Peaches,” he whined, and it was the smile he wore that told you he believed himself to be a winner, whether he was the first to give in or not. His expression was desperate but knowing, aware he was about to get what he had been deprived of for longer than he would have preferred.

“You know I’m not too proud to beg,” he whispered, the low timber of his voice making your resolve crumble to his desires.

Smiling softly at him, Taehyung hugged his arms around your hips before placing a kiss to your thigh, tingles erupting at the spot. “In fact,” he started, only pausing to place another kiss higher up your leg, leaving a trail of anticipation in your nerve endings. “I’ll get on my knees right now.” He was cocky and teasing, but all too serious for your breath not to hitch slightly in your throat. An eager smile spread across his mouth, and you knew that this version of Taehyung, naughty and confident and divinely devoted to you, would certainly have been far too much for the 19th century authors. Eat your heart out, Mr. Darcy.

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sunnynwanda · 3 months

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Hi, how are you doing? I hope you’re finee❣️

Can you write a snippet with a huge fight scene and a lot of action (you can include some weapons or gadgets if you want!). Make the villain or hero very angry at their nemesis cause they feel too much tension between them. If you want, make it spicy. Ik it’s hard to put some suggestive things here but that’s exactly why i am curious to see how you will make it! No forcing tho, i would be happy with a fight only too

Two to Tango

Warnings: Suggestive. Slightly spicy. Language. Minors beware. P.S. 'Sternchen' means 'little star'.

They sense the weapon aimed at them, an imaginary red dot dancing over their strained back. Their body fails to match the speed of their gut feeling, causing them to turn with a seconds' delay. The electricity shocks their shoulder, piercing through their arm and shoulder blade. It hurts like a bitch, and with a loud hiss, Hero retreats behind a wall, cursing under their breath. Villain's triumphant cackle riches their ear a few moments later.

"Is our brave Hero scared of a little tickle?" Their tone is taunting, a smug smile undoubtedly tugging at their thin kissable lips. "And here I thought you could take it."

Hero grits their teeth in annoyance. "I'll show you a little tickle, bitch." It's a promise, not a threat. Hero doesn't know what they are going to do yet, but they intend to pay back tenfold for every single time Villain's weapon has fired today.

"Tsk tsk tsk," Villain sings, cocking their newest toy again. They were dying to test it for weeks now, and Hero seemed the best target to do so without actually killing someone. "Watch your language, Sternchen. We don't want to ruin your goody-two-shoes reputation now, do we?"

"This was the fifth fucking time you've zapped me tonight," Hero snaps. Villain came dangerously close to discovering their true personality this time, and - Hero was sure of that - Villain would live to regret provoking that revelation. "Fuck off already."

Today's patrol was meant to be a short round around the city. Hero was exhausted from the shit of a week they had and in desperate need of a break. They had intended to finish their round and spend the evening in bed, eating junk food and watching mindless rom-coms - a guilty pleasure of theirs. Yet here they were, hiding behind a wall with a half-numb arm while Villain closed in on them.

"And where's the fun in that?" Villain rounds the wall only to discover Hero long gone. They look around, confused and slightly on edge. Something tells them to avoid getting caught at all costs tonight. The shock effect from their gun didn't last all that long, but Hero's irritation sure did. Villain did not test their weapons to know for sure, especially not on themself. "Hiding from me, are you? It takes two to tango, darling. You're gonna have to come out."

When no reply follows, Villain pauses. They could bet they heard Hero's voice from this exact spot moments ago, yet they are nowhere to be seen. They scan the area, holding their breath to hear any shuffling of Hero's clothes.

Where the fuck did that fucker go? Villain thinks to themself, still too wary to lower their gun. They couldn't have just left, right? The floors sure look empty. Wait a second.

Villain fails to complete the thought when Hero lands behind their back with a loud thud, and before Villain can even register the situation, they are pushed face-first against the wall. Hero twists their arms harshly, pinning them near the small of their back and pressing one knee to the back of Villain's to effectively immobilize them. Their weapon clings on the concrete floor, sure to be scratched.

Villain should probably focus on what's gonna happen to them instead. Their cheek is flush against the cold stones, their chest heaving in sharp inhales from the discomfort of the position and suddenness of their capture. Shit, they were fucked.

"Hey, it's dusty here," they attempt to sound light-hearted but can feel the anger radiating off of Hero in raving heat waves. Definitely shouldn't have gotten caught. "You're gonna ruin my costume."

"Oh yeah?" Hero's voice is sheer venom that sends a chill down Villain's spine. They refuse to acknowledge the pleasure and anticipation it carries within. "Does it look like I fucking care?"

"You obviously don't," they bite back, earning a disgruntled huff from Hero, who steps on the handle of their gun with their toes, lifting it up into a position that allows them to grab it without releasing their hold on Villain. "You wouldn't dress like you do if you had any regard for fashion... or any damn taste, really?"

Okay, Villain knows they are in no position to be cocky at the moment, but they can't help their smart mouth. The fact that their comment earns a dark chuckle from Hero has nothing to do with the warm feeling in their stomach - it's pure satisfaction from a successful jab, nothing more.

Hero's breath fans over the shell of their ear in time to draw them back from the pointless argument with their mind.

"Want me to show you my taste then?" Hero purrs, but there is something sinister in the brush of their lips against Villain's jaw. They press their hips further against Villain's half-bent form and use a combat knife to rip a large cut through Villain's expensive leather suit.

"What the fuck?!" Villain's voice is incredulous. They look down in disbelief, trying to free their hands from Hero's grip in vain.

"Shut your mouth, or I'll keep going," the knife grazes against the exposed skin of their upper thigh, too light to cut but enough to send a shiver down Villain's leg. Hero was surprised at the rush of pleasure that shiver sent through their bloodstream, attributing it to the adrenaline from their battle.

You keep telling yourself that. Their inner voice is interrupted by Villain's actual one.

"Shit, fine," Villiain surrenders, as if there is any other choice at this point in their predicament. They definitely overdid it with the teasing today. It didn't help that Hero was in a mood, either. "Just stop."

"Good villain," Hero pats their cheek, withdrawing the knife from their thigh and going to release Villain's hands. It would have been all done because, honestly, Hero was exhausted and had no intention of retaliating today of all days.

It would have - had Villain had any control over their goddamn mouth, that is.

"Motherfucker," the word rolls past their lips before they can consider the consequences of voicing it. Hero's hold tightens around them almost instinctively, their leg returning to its position behind Villain's knees. If they thought they were fucked then, now they are fucking done for.

"You wanna repeat that?"The knife returns as well, only now it's against their throat, grazing their skin with a kiss of the cold metal. And Villain will be damned if they don't hear a rasp in Hero's voice. "I said repeat that."

"N-no," they breathe out, feeling a bead of sweat run down the side of their face and over their neck. They freeze when Hero kisses it, their tongue hot and wet against Villain's feverish skin.

They barely contain the whimper that threatens to spill past their lips when Hero drops the knife, instead wrapping their hand around Villain's throat. They squeeze harshly, choking a torn exhale out of Villain, and pull their back flush against their chest, another arm winding across their torso. It takes Villain a minute to register their hands are free of Hero's iron hold. Free yet entirely useless as they flex at the sensation Hero's tongue wrecks in its wake.

"It takes two to tango, darling," Hero whispers, nibbling on the sensitive spot beneath their ear. Villain's head drops against Hero's shoulders, exposing their neck to Hero's impatient mouth. They struggle with their mind, trying to come up with a response, but fail miserably upon contact with their own gun.

"Hero," they startle, twisting their head to look at their nemesis when a numbing pain pierces through their hip. "Fuck, fuck! That hurts!"

They jerk away, but Hero maintains their hold of them. Something tells Villain they would collapse to the floor had they not.

As if on cue, they let go of Villain's body, and Villain's knees buckled under them, muscles still numb from the shock of electricity. They lean against the wall, sitting down to collect themself. And that's one shot. How the fuck was Hero able to walk around after five?

Hero grabs their gun again, snapping it in half before discarding the pieces. Villain brings a hand to cover their watering eyes. They aren't sure what's causing them more distress - the pain imposed on them or the sensation ripped away from them. They expect Hero to leave and are determined to keep their eyes shut until they do, but when an arm snakes around their waist, their eyes fling open against their will. They perk up as Hero pushes another arm under their sensation-deprived legs, pulling them up in bridal carry.

"And here I thought you could take it," Hero murmurs, pressing another kiss to Villain's temple. Villain's irises are dilated, tears still pooling in the corners of their eyes. Their pettiness be damned.

"How are you fucking alive after those?" Villain questions, noting that Hero pauses, unsure where to take them - their apartment or Villain's lair. "I can't feel my legs."

"I'd much rather you said that for an entirely different reason," they mumble under their breath, but Villain hears.

"You wanna repeat that?" They let out an amused chuckle, staring at the thick blush creeping up Hero's neck.

"N-no," their voice is small. Villain finds it amusing after everything they took the liberty of doing to them. "I'll take you to my place in case you still need assistance. And to make it up to you."

"Uh-huh," Villain quirks an eyebrow but nods, a satisfied smirk finding its place on their face as Hero's blush intensifies. "Solely for that purpose."

Hi, love! I'm doing quite well, although busy - as indicated by my relative absense here. I hope you are fine too!

Can I just say I absolutely loved this request! It had my fingers itching to get to the keyboard from the moment I read it. I'm not quite sure if I've followed your idea but I still hope you'll like it. I sure had an absolute blast writing it... and I kinda love them. They felt exceptionally alive. Although, the hero/villain duos always do.

Thank you for the request and thank you to everyone for reading. Love you,

Sunny xo

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bordysbae · 1 year

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hi can you 55. “he won’t stop talking about you” with mat barzal?

“meeting the team”

mathew barzal x reader

ps: let’s imagine that tito is still on the isles in this!! also not proof read so sorry if there’s mistakes

moving to new york was easily the best decision you’ve ever made. within two weeks of living here you met your boyfriend mat, whom you’ve been dating for a little over a month, at small coffee shop around the corner from your apartment, which is on the opposite corner of his apartment. mat is a professional hockey player, which came as a shock to your parents when you first told them about him.

“mat, why have i never met your teammates yet?” you ask him, as you stretch out your legs across his, which are laying horizontally to you.

“oh, honestly i haven’t even really thought about that, the season only started a month ago. would you like to meet them?” he asks you, looking away from the tv to face towards you.

“of course i would! i’ve heard so much about all of them, especially tito. i’d love to meet him.”

“well, i can make that happen! i know you’ve only met two of the wives but i’ve heard they’re all dying to meet you. at practice tomorrow i’ll bring up having a team get together with the girlfriends and wives, how does that sound?” he smiles at you, making your heart swell.

“thank you mat, seriously. you’re the best,” you smile, sitting up and kissing his lips. you slide your legs off of mat’s, and rise off of the couch. you get yourself ready for bed, mat joining you in your bed shortly after.

“when you wake up i’ll be gone, but i think you already kind of new that” mat chuckles as you both get comfortable in the cold sheets. “yeah that’s what i expected, goodnight babe,” you yawn.

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you’re at work when mat calls you, which is concerning since he knows your work hours. luckily you have your own large cubicle off to the farther end of the office, so answering your phone isn’t a major issue. “hello? everything okay?” you ask mat through the phone.

“hi babe, sorry for calling during work hours but we just got out of practice. i talked to the guys and i think we’re all going to dinner tonight, you down?” mat says. you hear in the background the sound of an elevator, meaning he’s back at his apartment.

“of course! i get off work in two-ish hours so i’ll go straight to my apartment and get ready.” you say, checking the time on the upper left corner of your phone. “sounds like a plan! i’ll pick you up at 7, love you babe!” he says before ending the call.

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as you finish putting in your gold hoop earrings, you receive a text from mat letting you know he’s outside. you scurry out of your apartment, checking your lipstick in the mirror on the way out. once outside at ground level, you spot mathew’s silver bmw. as you open the door you get a whiff of his cologne, making you smile at the familiar scent you’re always craving.

“holy, y/n woah, you look amazing. trying to impress someone?” he jokes as he begins driving away from the building.

“oh stop it. i didn’t know if i was dressed to casual or not, am i?” you say gesturing to your black jeans, white turtle neck with a black leather jacket atop.

“no not at all, you’re dressed perfectly. i promise you have absolutely nothing to worry about, they’re gonna love you.” he takes his hand off of the wheel and interlaces his fingers with yours. you guys arrive at the restaurant not too long after, and get taken to a large table with majority of the team and their wives or girlfriends.

“hi guys! everyone meet my girlfriend y/n!” mat smiles, pulling out the chair for you to sit in. you chuckle at his manners, and greet those at the table around you. across from you and mat is who you’ve been introduced to as anthony.

“anthony it’s nice meet you, mat literally never stops talking about you. it’s always ‘tito did this’ or ‘me and tito are going golfing today’ blah blah blah, no offense but it gets a little annoying. it feels like you’re a third in our relationship!” you chuckle, making anthony laugh as well.

“oh i could say the same for you, he won’t stop talking about you. oh god you should’ve heard him before you guys were dating, he was so nervous to ask you out it was like talking to an insecure teenager,” anthony laughs, making mat roll his eyes.

“oh be quiet. y/n don’t listen to him, he’s dragging this out.” mat groans. “me be quiet? you’re the one who never stops talking about y/n!” anthony grins at his own comment, making both you and mat chuckle.

“look what you did y/n, you made my best friend expose my secrets!” mat exclaims. “but mat, i thought you said that anthony was ‘dragging out’ how much you talk about me?” you smirk.

“okay well, maybe he wasn’t lying,” mat blushes, scratching the back of his neck shyly.

“yeah, exactly my point,” anthony says, rolling his eyes jokingly. the rest of the night is tons of fun, getting to know the other wags, and even the other teammates. needless to say, you love mats teammates and will definitely be attending more ‘team bonding’ events.

#mathew barzal imagine #mathew barzal #mathew barzal fluff #mathew barzal x reader #mat barzal #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal imagine #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #anthony beauvillier #tito beauvillier

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beansprean · 2 years

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Guillermo tells us how to feel.

Like, consistently. He is the closest thing we have to an audience surrogate and HE tells us what our baseline expectations should be based on his reaction to the world. Luring virgins to a house of vampires to be murdered? All in a day's work! Chopping them up into bits and burying them in the backyard? Gross, but necessary! Re-deading your ex-wives in a Bachelor parody? Morally questionable but I'm not gonna stop you. Hypnotizing a man so many times his brain explodes and he dies? Sounds sad but can't talk, I'm embezzling and committing fraud atm. WWDITS is close to being an anti-comedy like IASIP or Seinfeld because the main characters are all awful people who commit terrible atrocities, but we DO care about them and their happiness because we are given that baseline to work from and know what to take seriously and what to laugh at.

The reason s4e9 felt so cruel was because Guillermo responded to it that way. Because HE was hurt and HE was upset and the last shot of the episode was his heart breaking on screen!! We are SUPPOSED to feel how he feels!! All season things have been getting better for him; he has been more appreciated and respected and has taken more control of his life and now the rug is pulled out from under him again. He/we are left wondering: Guillermo, what now? Is all this still worth it? Is it time for you to leave?

The vampires, as a rule, NO NOT CARE ABOUT HUMANS. They're livestock and free labor and occasional entertainment, and that's the way it's always been. (We haven't even talked about the fact that Nadja killed Sofia Coppola 😂😂😂) Vamps are too long-lived and jaded and used to killing to live for it to be any other way. Humans are playthings!! Unfortunately, that includes Nandor's wives. It includes Marwa, it includes Guillermo's family, and it includes Freddie. But it's starting to NOT include Guillermo.

Like Nandor, we are supposed to FEEL THE GAME ENDING. He was having fun, making a new human to play with because he was bored of his old one and getting to spend time with his best…man and literally could not compute that any of this would be upsetting to Guillermo. Because why would it? They're only toys, they can always get more. (Here, Guillermo is already held separate and above other humans)

But Guillermo was upset! He was angry! He didn't think it was fun, he didn't think it was a game, and this human was IMPORTANT to him and we see Nandor falter, stumble over his words, get quiet and soft and ashamed. The comedy is over and he stops having fun. And he does his best (best is debatable but he is very stupid) to fix it!!

Idk if these events will be specifically addressed next ep because we have important Colin things to do and there had to have been a decent time skip between Freddie leaving and Memo going to London, but I want to point out that THIS IS THE DARKEST HOUR MOMENT. Nadja is losing her club, Laszlo is losing his boy, Colin is losing his youth, Nandor lost his wife/boytoy and Guillermo's trust, and Guillermo lost his boyfriend and got his heart broken for the upteenth time. Things SUCK FOR EVERYONE right now - and that's the point!! Ep 9 of season 3 ended with Colin Robinson DYING. Next ep, things will start to look up. Right before something insane happens that makes everything SIGNIFICANTLY worse and leaves us on a year-long cliffhanger! 😃 And I for one am excited to see it lmao

(Also Marwa sidenote bc look how they massacred my girl:

I will miss Marwa and I'm sad about her (I know not everyone was fond of her like I was lol but idk if the writers expected anyone to feel a way about her regardless), and I'm left thinking "is this even Marwa?" If she has none of her own memories or body or personality left, can we even consider it her? Does Marwa no longer exist? May be the best outcome for her mental state if she now exists only in 1300s Al Qolindar again lol. But if the wishes get reversed or something else happens to return her to Marwadom I'm hopeful she will pull a Derek and return one day!! Wwdits is well known for bringing back one-off characters, and Marwa was a season regular in like 7/10 episodes so I'm not giving up on her yet... My fanart will continue.)

#wwdits #wwdits spoilers #wwdits s4e9 #wwdits speculation #not art #nandermo #freddermo #marwa wwdits #I ain’t mad bc I try not to get mad at tv shows anymore I spent all my tears on spn but I am anxious for what’s next lol #my post.#I may have to wake up at like 6 or 7 wed morning to watch

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itgirlgyu · 10 months

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TXT WITH A S/0 WHO IS A MEDICAL STUDENT!

ꞌꞋ ࣪𓂃 ִֶָ 🍅 txt! ot5 x gn! reader. .... word count: 1051.

GENRE: FLUFF, CRACK. this has been REQUESTED!

⿻ YEONJUN..

Always hypes you up for your academics.

Suggests that he would stay up with you to help you study for your tests.

Is already snoring away by the time you get to the second passage.

You let him off the hook because he looks very cute with his cheeks pressed on one of your books and his supple, candied lips jutting out.

But you draw the line immediately when you notice him drooling a little bit and wake him up even though his soft snores were working like your own lofi music.

On self appointed snack duty when you're too overwhelmed by the intense studying or the long hours at the hospital.

Keeps you fed through your busy schedule.

His greeting to you is, "have you eaten?"

Never fails to tell you how amazed he is by your hard working nature and how much it makes him fall in love with you more, and more each passing day.

Does weird things to make you feel better when you're feeling down.

You've once made him wear a bubble pink tutu with a crown and do ballet.

You cherish that video more than your life.

⿻SOOBIN..

Never picks up his call the first time round.

And supposedly you're the busy one.

Nonetheless you keep him around as your boyfriend because he has at least three emergency boxes with written speeches for you at his place in case you have a meltdown and tell him that you're giving up

"Soobin I think I'm gonna g-"

Cue Soobin scrambling to find out the third speech he had hidden in the living room and opening it up to narrate it.

"-o to the bathroom."

Has the audacity to act as though nothing had happened.

Treats you like you're already a doctor by the way he brags about you to anyone that would listen.

He might be a little affected when he can't see your face month after month because of your big examinations but instead tries to make lists of all the things you two can do together when you get time to hang out.

First date is staring at each other's face for three hours.

You bet he's gonna meet you at your last exam at the venue with a bouquet and a rented car to whisk you on a rendezvous.

But not too adventurous.

It's more like going to a new café that opened up with interesting menus.

⿻BEOMGYU..

Some days you loved him—when he would turn up outside the window of your library seat and throw it back while miming the words "i love you" and "you can do it." until he gets chased out by the guard.

And some days you sort of hated him—when he'd have thousands of questions

like my heart skipped a beat, am i dying or am I lovesick because of you?

Constantly.

without an ounce of shame.

Doesn't really care about the time constrainments because if he misses you he'd turn up wherever you are and leave within five minutes after he had his fill of seeing your face.

Is preparing himself to be a trophy husband.

May joke around a lot but he is willing to do anything to support even if you want to quit the studies and pursue something else instead.

Also tries to study with you for your exams and quiz you.

By the third question he has confused himself with those terminologies and needs a break and confesses his newfangled respect for you.

But that doesn't stop from pointing at male genitalia and go, "he peepee" with a dumb smile.

⿻TAEHYUN..

Your number one support system.

But like in a dignified way.

Which means he'd wait for you after your classes and give your peers an intense sense of jealousy.

Words aren't even needed with him.

You could call him and say nothing and he'd be on his way to meet you.

Lots of walking in silence in the park at night holding hands and resting your head on his shoulder.

The only one who follows through his promise to stay with you while studying.

Although sometimes you wish he'd like get bored and leave you alone

Only because he got an spartan style of studying and he ends up looking like an extension of your parents chiding you to study.

Sketching dates with Taehyun!

But instead of drawing cute things—you guys spend time drawing human anatomies.

At first you were irked out but grown to love this quirky little date idea he had come up with.

Isn't the best with verbalizing how much he is proud of you, instead comes to meet you with cut up fruits and little notes with 'you can do it' and littered with little hearts.

Once you start interning at the hospital, he'd try to make more time for you so you rest up because he can tell how daunting your life has become for you after seeing the patients suffering.

⿻HUENING KAI..

Number one support system 2.0.

But the cheerleader kind.

Sends videos of him doing cheerleading choreographies with pompoms to cheer you up but if any of them leaks

he'd disappear off the surface of earth without any words.

Gifted you a plushie with his picture embroidered on it doing his peace signs so you'd feel like he is always with you.

You cried a little but you will be the next one to disappear from earth without a trace if he found out.

Starts off his day by shooting you a text in the morning to help you prepare you for the day with positive vibes.

Like Soobin he has at least three templates of speeches in his head professing how he would support you no matter whichever direction you choose because he knows how hard is the profession you've decided.

But has a more guilty conscience tha Soobin so he at least memorized them off his head.

Always offers his special back rubs when the lover boy senses tingle and notify him of your exhaustion.

He's like, "hmm something tells me you're tired…"

As if cosplaying a panda is something you've done since forever.

Makes too many corny jokes like, "doctor something is wrong with my heart?"

But it's okay because he looks super adorable doing that dumb outdated shit.

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Any Fan’s Dream, Part 3

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

"Why am I training with you guys again?" you asked.

"So you can kick ass." Natasha responded.

"Language! And no-" Steve corrected, "so you can defend yourself."

"Exactly. Kick ass."

"Let's just start, ok?"

No way! You got to train with the Avengers! It was gonna be so-

"-horrible. This is horrible. You guys are sadists."

You groaned, barely able to move your limbs. Everything hurt. You were convinced you were dying.

"In case I don't make it, I just want to say that you guys are both really hot and-"

Natasha laughed. “Thanks, babe, but you're not dying. C'mon, get up."

"I don't think I can."

"Yes, you can. Up you go." Steve hooked his arms underneath your armpits, dragging you to your feet.

You stood shakily, "I thought you guys liked me. This is abuse."

"Uh huh, well, the abuse is over." Natasha's comment made you sigh in relief. "You should go take a shower though, you're sweaty and you stink."

"And whose fault is that?" you sent a pointed look at the two Avengers.

"Yours, for not exercising more often." Natasha deadpanned.

You gasped, affronted. Then you winced because holy shit you were way too sore already. "Blaming the victim. That's not very Avenger-y of you."

"'Avenger-y'?" Steve questioned.

"C'mon, let's go get some clothes for you," Natasha said, "you really need that shower."

You huffed, "I heard you the first time."

Natasha led you to her bedroom and grabbed you some sweats, some undergarments, and a t-shirt that said "Stop undressing me with your eyes. Use your teeth."

"Really?" you questioned.

"What?" Natasha asked innocently. She dangled the shirt from her hand, waving it slightly. A mischievous twinkle in her eyes, when she looked at you. "Bet you won't wear it."

You bristled, really? You grabbed the shirt. "Watch me."

"Well, at least the shirt is comfy." you said, having thrown on the clothes she had laid out for you.

You were still wincing as you moved. You could admit that the soreness was persistent. Also a pain in the ass(pun not intended but very much welcomed).

As soon as you were dressed, you left the room, carrying your bundled up clothes in your arms. You wandered, eventually managing to stumble upon the kitchen where you saw-

You dropped your clothes. It was Thor!! Now I've met both brothers! AWESOME!

But, wait a damn minute. I thought he went back to Asgard after AoU. Well I guess they technically don’t specify where he goes immediately after. They only show when he goes to Asgard during Ragnarok, but that’s set two years after Age of Ultron. Hmmm.

"Ah, Lady (y/n)! Are all things well with you?" Thor bellowed, grinning at you fondly.

I'm Lady (y/n)!

"I'm good, Thor." You tried to maintain some semblance of chill. "How about you?"

"I am well!" Thor smiled, he wrapped his hands around you tightly, excited at seeing you. "I am quite joyful! I was not anticipating seeing you on this venture."

His tight embrace made all the sore spots send a flare of pain. You didn't care though. Thor was hugging you! And he was awesome at hugs!

You remembered that he wasn't supposed to be here. "Why are you here?"

"I came here to inquire about some subjects, Vision was quite helpful in answering."

Ah, you thought, so he had to ask Vision some stuff about the Stones.

"How long are you staying?" you asked, the hug ending.

"I'm departing later this evening," Thor answered, making you frown. "Do not despair! We shall feast on pop-tarts together before I depart!"

You smiled, glad that someone else's excitement finally matched the level of excitement you were feeling. "Sounds great!"

The two of you spent the next hour gorging on pop-tarts. Your stomach hurt from laughter(and the torture from earlier) and the two of you were having the time of your lives. At one point, Wanda had wandered into the room. She joined the two of you on the couch, trying a pop-tart because she had never tasted one before.

The three of you started playing a game, Wanda would fly a pop-tart around the room and you and Thor would try to catch it. Tony interrupted halfway through the third round.

"Why did I just get smacked in the face with a flying pastry?"

Thor did not allow Tony's interruption to stop the game. Instead, he dove to catch the pop-tart before it could hit the ground. He caught it right before it touched the floor, but unfortunately, the pop-tart broke in his tight grip.

"Dammit. I guess you won this round, Thor." you grumbled.

Thor didn't respond, instead, he stared in despair at the broken pastry laying in pieces on his hand. "And yet, it does not feel as if I've won anything." Thor's voice full of melancholy.

You patted him on the back. "Don't be sad. We have more."

Thor nodded, then swallowed the broken pop-tart . "My apologies, but I cannot indulge myself in anymore. I must take my leave."

You frowned. "That's too bad."

You didn't know when the next time you'd see him was. What? Until the events of Infinity War happened and he was angry and depressed about everything happening. Were you really that powerless to stop those circumstances from happening?

Thor hugged you tightly, his embrace warm and comforting. You sank into the hug, wrapping your arms around him just as tightly. You didn't want anyone to see the sadness or worry on your face. You tried to make your mind go blank, not wanting to start crying right there in front of all of them. After all, to their knowledge, for once nothing was wrong.

"It is alright, Lady (y/n)." Thor tried to reassure you, noticing the way you were reluctant to let go. "Everything is alright."

But for how long?

You just squeezed him tighter before letting go. You forced a smile on your face, trying to appear happy. "I know," you managed, "can you promise to come back soon?"

You weren't sure if just asking was enough to make a difference, or even if he would be able to follow your request, but you would take any scrap of hope you could because you were not gonna allow everything to end up the same.

Thor smiled at you softly, the first time you've seen him expressing something other than excitement or joy. It was simple fondness and adoration, "I swear to you, I will return. And maybe then we shall commence another round of this ingenious game you created."

You nodded, relieved at his agreement. "Then I hope you have a good time. Make sure you stay safe."

"Of course," Thor affirmed, before wrapping you up in another hug.

Tony snorted. "He's not going off to war."

After Thor's departure, you hung around the Tower for about another half-hour before you looked at your phone and realized that it was just about time for you to leave. Peter said he would wait for you at 6:30 in the lobby, and it was only three minutes until then. You didn't want Peter to get all worry-crazy again, so you said your good-byes to Wanda, Natasha, and Tony. You couldn't find Steve, but you hoped that you'd see him again soon.

"How was it?" Peter asked, brows furrowed in worry when he saw the limp in your gait.

"Pretty good," you responded, "unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to make the pear shooter."

"That's too bad," Peter distractedly responded, "are you okay? You look like you're in pain."

You couldn't help the way your heart squeezed at the genuine concern in his voice. "I'm alright. Steve and Natasha decided to start training me today, so I had to go through that pain. But by the time they're done with me, I'll probably have like a six-pack or something. Which is cool cuz like, muscular women are hot."

Peter tilted his head. "Are you sure you're fine? Avengers training must be really hard."

"I'm pretty sure I'll live," you managed, "for how long, that's the question.

"Also," Peter added, "when did you get that shirt?"

He averted his eyes when you looked down at the words on your t-shirt. You remembered what it said and smiled giddily when you thought of how Natasha Romanoff gave you a shirt! You! One of her shirts! You owned an Avenger's t-shirt!!

"I got it from Natasha," you proudly stated. "Do ya like it?"

Peter coughed. "It's very...nice."

"I know right!" You nodded. "It was so amazing of her to give it to me, don't you think? She is so amazing."

"Has your crush on Black Widow returned?" Peter questioned, noticing your palpable adoration of the woman.

"Who said it ever left?" you asked. "Besides, how could I not? She's so strong and smart and pretty and so, so, awesome."

You were a hopeless simp, but who could blame you? You had met the Avengers! The frickin Avengers!! And Natasha fucking Romanoff had lent you one of her shirts. She was a close friend of yours apparently, and you loved it.

You were completely right about Natasha, but you remembered that another one of your loves was right in front of you. "Peter, you're strong, smart, and pretty too, not to mention a complete dork which is awesome because I am too!"

Peter grinned, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Thanks, (n/n)."

You winked at him, cheeks warm from excitement. "No problem, honey bun."

The two of you began the journey back to his apartment, talking about random topics the entire time. You felt like your heart was going to burst from happiness, here you were with one of your heroes and the two of you were talking like old friends. You had never had many(any) friends so having Peter Parker be your friend was insane. Especially because of how good of a friend he seemed to be. Granted, you didn't have much to go off of, but he was kind, attentive, funny, and smart, and he seemed to genuinely care about what you had to say.

You couldn't imagine a better companion, so who cared that you didn't have much friend-experience?

"You know you're really awesome, right?"

Peter looked at you and smiled. "You are too, (n/n)."

"Does she seem a bit...different to you?" Steve questioned.

Natasha hummed. "She definitely seems more excited when she comes here, but that's about it. Why?"

Steve's brows furrowed, "I don't know, it's just-"

"You two are just being paranoid," Tony strode into the room, "I, being the amazing person that I am, have decided to make her an Iron Man suit, with her help. That is why she's so excited. Also, that boy who's always with her probably has something to do with it."

Natasha snickered, while Steve frowned. "Isn't he like 15? (y/n) wouldn't break the law like that." Steve's forehead creased as he thought.

"3 years isn't much of a gap," Natasha said, "besides, if you go back a couple months that would be perfectly legal."

Steve's frown deepened and Natasha laughed. "What's wrong? Jealous that the little boy is getting more attention than you?"

Steve protested, "no, I-"

Tony laughed, "Capsicle is just mad that she got over him being a 100 year-old-man on drugs. Sorry," Tony patted Steve on the back, leaving the room. But not without calling out and laughing, "guess you've just gotta settle for being beat by that kid."

You flicked on the light, and stepped into the apartment.

You closed the door behind you, then walked into the kitchen. You couldn't hear anyone else in the apartment, but you knew that "your" mom was going to be here by the time you got home from the internship. She had told you so before you left for the Tower.

You turned the light on in the kitchen/dining room, looked around. You spotted a note on the table, and you moved to grab it. You read it, humming as you did so.

I called and ordered your favorite dinner, went to go pick it up. Should be back by 7:15, your dad will be here around the same time. See you soon and don't burn down the house while we're gone. And if you do, make sure it looks like an accident so the insurance will pay for it.

You were in awe at how different "your" mom was from your mom back home.

All of the lights going out at once interrupted your thoughts, plunging the apartment into darkness.

A noise came from the dark living room. "Ah shit," you cursed. I gotta go. There ain't no way I'm ending up like those people in horror movies. All those stupid motherfu-

“Hello, darling."

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

As soon as you heard the voice calling out in the dark, you were ready to get the hell outta there. Unfortunately, you weren't used to this new apartment so you ran into a wall. As you laid on the floor and cursed, the lights turned back on. Hitting your head on the wall had dazed you, but you could've sworn you knew that voice.

When you saw the person approaching you, you both tensed up and relaxed. You're reaction was confusing but-

How were you supposed to react when Loki broke into your apartment?

"Apologies," he chuckled, "I did not expect my arrival to cause you to attack the wall."

You sat up from off the floor, leaning against the wall you had just run into. "Really? You didn't think that breaking into someone's apartment and turning the power off would surprise someone?"

"Actually, the power went out all on it's own," Loki corrected. "Besides, I have been sitting here for quite a while, you simply never bothered to look up and see if anyone was in your living room"

"Are you-" you stopped. This was Loki, you didn't have the time to argue with him. You would normally be happy to spend time with him, but if "your" mom came in and saw him, you worried she might murder him. "Why are you here? You can't be here."

Loki tilted his head, looking at you in curiosity and delight. "You are rather relaxed considering our last encounter."

"You mean when you kidnapped me?"

"Yes, that." Loki's gaze searched you. "Why is it that you are so calm after such an experience? You don't strike me as stupid. Well, at least not as much as most humans. But you're at ease in this situation. Why is that?"

You swallowed at how his eyes seemed to bore through you, "I'm just in shock right now. I'm sure I'll be plenty freaked out later."

Your feeble excuse only caused Loki to raise an eyebrow, his expression showing just how unconvinced he was. "As lovely as it was to see you again, I'm afraid I have to leave now. I will see you soon."

"See me soon?" you echoed.

He smirked, "you can count on it, darling."

#mcu #marvel x reader #the avengers #avengers x reader #tony stark #clint barton #steve rodgers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #peter parker x reader #loki x reader #thor x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #any fan's dream

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doonalli · 21 days

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Ranmaru: Doubts in Humanity, and Humanity in Doubts (Ranmaru Character Analysis)

Ranmaru is a character who is already talked about lots in the community so I am not too sure how much I can add to the discussion, but I am sure gonna try.

Ranmaru's character is one that slowly doubts his humanity more and more as the chapter goes on, but even with that he shows an aspect of humanity like all the dummies do. He shows it though his doubts, and his doubt in his own humanity is one major component of that.

His doubts start off small when we first meet him, not being very confident in his first conversations, and during the obstructor fight he is surprised when his plan ends up working out, and this lack of confidence continues throughout the chapter. When first entering the discussion room Ranmaru asks Sara an important question, he asks

and he adds that

however anyone who has played the game can tell you that this mentality doesn't last for long, because by the time the truth of the consent form is revealed, Ranmaru IS willing to kill. He even says as much

So what changed? Why is Ranmaru now willing to kill? I'd argue it's because he has had doubts placed in him, since the scene in the discussion room played out it has been proven to Ranmaru that he IS in fact a doll, and he's become aware of the time limit placed on him through his battery and saw Kurumada get heavily injured, causing him to realise he doesn’t want to die.

Beyond that he also has a reason now, a goal, right before the fight with Maple she tells Sara and Ranmaru about the final round rule and Ranmaru finds out that there is a way he can leave alongside Sara, Ranmaru makes it clear that when he is with Sara, he feels more and more of a strive to live,

This moment shows just how much of Ranmaru’s own self value is tied to Sara. Her power to inspire is now put into a negative context, by inspiring Ranmaru, who at first didn’t even care for life, (shown in his victim video,) to want to live, it pushed him into a corner where there is only one way out. A way marked with murder.

It recontextualises all the previous moments in the game where it was up to Sara to inspire the others like with Kanna or Nao or during the second Main Game by showing how it can just as much affect someone in a much more negative way. In the way Sara can inspire Nao to “overcome any difficulty” she can just as much push someone like Ranmaru into a situation where this want to live can lead to the worst scenario.

and this will to live is shown even before this moment.

When Kurumada is injured and attached to the charger he tells everyone that the charger would be better used to extend the lives of the dummies, Ranmaru ends up being the only one present who doesn't speak up against it no matter what, Anzu does it by default, Hayasaka takes her place if she is dead and if they both ended up dying its Hinako who steps in, but Ranmaru always stays silent, even literally having a dialogue box in the logic route where he just goes

in place of where Kanna spoke against Kurumada in her route, right after he tries to give up the charger. It makes sense considering just how close we are to the scene where he outright tells Sara he is afraid to die.

When he brings up the idea of winning Sara at first refutes the idea, claiming she wants everyone to escape together, and Ranmaru agrees... until his doubts start to set in again, asking

He cites that the more he is with Sara the more and more he wants to live and the more afraid he gets to die. Sara responds by telling him that everyone feels the same, he says that that's exactly why they need to win, claiming that while he can't imagine killing Sara, he is sure he could kill anyone else pleading Sara to win for him. From this point on Ranmaru's actions and arc are defined by Sara's response. Starting with the Emotion route Sara tells Ranmaru that they are all allies and they overcome hardship together she makes it clear that Reko/Alice Qtaro Kanna and Gin would never do anything like that, and Ranmaru simply responds with

to Ranmaru Sara just compared him to all the humans, to her allies, and told him, while he is still struggling with his sense of humanity, that the HUMANS would never do what he tried to do, and Ranmaru takes it that way, claiming that he has no right to be her "friend", or "ally". while it was definitely not her intention as shown by the scene afterwards where she realizes that she was the one who gave him hope, even after he already gave up, and promises that while she can't make a choice like that, she won't abandon anyone, including Ranmaru, nonetheless the damage was already dealt and the effects of that are shown going forward...

We continue to see Ranmaru's doubts when he is faced with the choice to tag Kurumada, in the end however despite getting permission from Kurumada he decides what he is doing is wrong but that he lost the will to fight back against Midori, still unsure and doubting what he should do Hinako walks in to help.

After beating the charge collar game Ranmaru apologizes to everyone, or at least he tries to before Yabusame steps in and tells him that that's not what he says here, he then thanks everyone instead.

Later when interacting with Keiji's coffin and Sara thinks Keiji might have died Ranmaru is the one to step up in this route and tells Sara to not give up hope, while he isn't sure HOW Keiji got out, he is confident in his assertion that Keiji is alive, shutting down the doubts others have now instead of being the one who doubts.

The next major scene is Ranmaru's confrontation with Keiji. By calling Keiji through a fake announcement using his voice he confronts him in the classroom, hearing he killed Kurumada (or so he thought) he calls Keiji out for supposedly being a part of Asu-naro. He tells him Sara trusted him even signing the form for his sake, and in the end, he still brought Sara into the death game. Keiji calls him out for his jealousy claiming that he just wants to be the one to protect Sara, the one closest to her, even if he isn't in the right, but on this route Ranmaru denies it saying he doesn't matter in this and that he just wants to help Sara. Keiji responds that he can't be that person, and on this route only, specifically saying

Ranmaru responds in shocked silence, before saying of course he knows that and asking him to hand over Midori's head. Again, Ranmaru is told to his face that he is a doll and again he is told that he can't be close to Sara because of that, and he just accepts it now, feeding into that lack of humanity he felt and into his doubts from the previous time he was in the classroom, with Sara instead of Keiji.

Having all these doubts pile on him, from Keiji, from Sara, from himself, he shocks both Sara and Keiji and takes Keiji away from there, making sure to take the ID card in the process, he makes his way to the AI-ciever and attempts to upload the Joe AI into him. He claims that he couldn't be anything after all, as if this thing, this inherently inhuman thing, was the only value he could give to Sara at this point as a doll. After all, leading up to this point he already has been useful to Sara through the use of his steam spray upgrade part. Throughout the chapter again and again Ranmaru is told that he can’t be Sara’s ally, that he can’t be the one closest to her, all things that Joe is. Ranmaru, in an effort to provide value to Sara and actually become that person, he literally almost loses himself in that process by giving up his own consciousness and replacing it with Joe’s, someone who was Sara’s friend, someone who can be the closest to her.

During the pre-Banquet Sara can ask Ranmaru 3 things, 2 of them directly being related to him as a doll, being his battery and asking him if he wants to change upgrade parts, even afterwards Ranmaru asks a simple question.

No longer really valuing himself as a human, but talking about himself as though he is a tool.

If all the dummies survived and Yabusame starts singing their song Ranmaru will have a moment of true happiness not stuck to his usefulness, He doesn’t feel the need to take something on himself, but instead he just tries to sit back, listening to the others, and he genuinely enjoys it.

However, if all the dummies survived and Yabusame starts singing their song Ranmaru will have a moment of true happiness not stuck to his usefulness, He doesn’t feel the need to take something on himself, but instead he just tries to sit back, listening to the others, and he genuinely enjoys it.

and if Kurumada dies he claims

Resolving himself, and when entering the coffins he either goes in with no complaints or he is actively the one telling everyone to enter, specifically if Kurumada is the only dummy to die he will say

Before going into the Banquet however, I think it's time to talk about the other route. In this route, when Ranmaru asks about winning, Sara instead of denying him like in the Emotion route, incites him into doing it himself, albeit implicitly. She tells Ranmaru SHE could never kill an ally causing Ranmaru to say he could do it himself, acting as a dark mirror to Sara's claim that they are all allies and that they wouldn't ever kill each other, she continues to tell Ranmaru that she wouldn't want to make Ranmaru do such a thing, but at this point Ranmaru has already decided to do it on his "own" so Sara isn't really fighting his remarks, finally Sara tells Ranmaru that she wouldn't want to hurt him, and that he is her precious friend. From the other route we could tell how much Ranmaru places value on his "friendship" and the same goes here, ultimately Sara breaks out of her mindset after Ranmaru brings up Keiji, but the damage is already done and Ranmaru got enough encouragement to start thinking of his plan.

In the way the Emotion Route shows the negative aspects of Sara inspiring everyone the Logic route shows the negative outcome of placing all this pressure on Sara through the overreliance on her, in a moment of weakness where she wants to be relieved of the pressure of her allies she ends up manipulating Ranmaru into taking that responsibility to have the two of them escape together on himself and relieve her of the pressure from her allies.

Until then though, the next time a big split between the routes happens is when Keiji is thought to be killed in his coffin. Instead of comforting Sara here Ranmaru does the exact opposite, despite Sou telling Sara he can't believe Keiji died Ranmaru doubts it, telling Sou that Keiji must be here since the shutter is still closed, using the same excuse he fought against in the other route, and he tells Sou to not give Sara half-hearted hope, Sou asks Ranmaru is he doesn't want Sara to have hope, which he denies before reluctantly agreeing to search for Keiji.

Finally, during his confrontation with Keiji, once he calls him out for wanting to be the one closest to Sara instead of denying it he asks his

which Keiji responds with by simply saying he can't, this time not even calling him a doll, or himself a murderer, just a

Ranmaru tells him to shut up and the rest of the interaction continues as normal with Sara being stunned alongside Keiji (although now Ranmaru claims he is going to save Keiji for last).

When Sara awakes Ranmaru shows up to reveal Kurumada "died" however this is proven false once Kurumada barges in and punches Ranmaru, he shouts at everyone to hurry to the lower floor locker room, and everyone does... Once entering Sara sees something horrible...

Yabusame dead, hanged by the ceiling trap in the room. Kurumada calls Ranmaru out for being the one who killed them, as he heard him over the transceiver saying something about winning, finally Ranmaru drops his facade and outright tells everyone he did it, much to the dismay of all the dummies, Midori enters and Ranmaru gives him back his ID card, asking him to get rid of the dummies in the process, which he obliges to by bringing Maple 2.0 to fight the survivors. After the fight, when Maple tries to kill Midori, Ranmaru will stun her causing her to fall and explode. Seeing how Ranmaru changes makes so much sense when considering things from his point of view, waking up as a doll the first thing he sees is a video of him dying, and in it all he can say to himself is

something so tired, something so uncaring of whether you lived or died right until the end, having to see something like that coming from yourself would be so horrible to experience, and right after that he is told he can have another chance at life, as long as he can kill Sara. However when he meets Sara she ends up being someone who Ranmaru in his own words, makes him feel more and more like he wants to live, Ranmaru placed and his life's value on Sara but isn't able to live alongside her until Maple gives him an option that lets him escape alongside her and actually live. Sara's answer, whether it's encouragement or rejection, affects Ranmaru so deeply because of how much value he places on Sara.

It sort of plays into his whole speech about "making your own choices'', because despite his words of THAT being what defines a human, when he later takes off his hand, he still takes it as confirmation he isn't human, but even past that he continues to not make his own choices, now the choices are Sara's to make, or when he thinks about tagging Kurumada he never actually makes any choice, he just hesitates and doubts himself. Even going forward his confrontation with Keiji and what he does with the Joe AI is all for Sara's sake, not for his own, and him killing Yabusame, while partially for his own survival as called out by Hinako

is under the notion of protecting Sara and them BOTH escaping together. Even being instigated by Sara in the first place.

This lack of humanity continues into the Banquet where Ranmaru out right states it himself, even reveling in it on the Logic route.

However there is one moment in particular that shows a bit of growth on Ranmaru’s behalf, specifically in the emotion route.

When Anzu’s coffin is about to be picked Ranmaru will ask Midori to change his choice, telling him

and even when the other dummies express their doubts, saying that they could be picked instead, Ranmaru stands firm on his belief, not from a lack of value in himself, but from a belief Keiji’s coffin could be hit instead. Expanding his view from exclusively being about Sara to actually try and protect someone else, making good on his promise to not complain anymore and learning from the determination of the dummies.

Ultimately he still dies, dispelling Sara’s doubts in the emotion route, and asking for someone to save both Sara and Gin, or regretting not being able to get his “happy ending” he believed in during the logic route.

Ranmaru's character ends up so far removed from "humanity", but at the same time so different from where he started. Despite starting off by claiming to not be able to kill anyone, after seeing Kurumada injured, seeing his own battery was running out, and accepting he isn't human, Ranmaru brings up the idea and even possibly goes through with it, all due to his doubts of there being any other way of making it out with Sara.

Despite this however I still think Ranmaru is human, because it's human to doubt your worth to the others around you, it's human to want more from your life, and it's human to doubt in yourself. Even if time and time again Ranmaru is shown to physically be a doll, and even if he thinks that proves his inhumanity, Ranmaru is still human, and his doubts are the very thing that proves it.

In a way I love how Ranmaru’s relationship with Sara evolves into something romantic, from Maple's words to the symbolism of the red string of fate to the very concept of the final round rule. It acts as an opposite to Joe’s platonic relationship with Sara in how he tries to be who Joe was, being the one closest to her, who protects her, despite never being able to, but I also love it because love is commonly portrayed as the most human emotion, the highest form of connection with someone, or else the best thing that could happen to someone, a “happy ending”.

But that isn’t the case with YTTD and following this “happy ending” ends up sending Ranmaru into a downwards spiral, but in a way that also prove his humanity, because YTTD makes it clear again and again through characters like Q-taro, like Sou, and of course, like Ranmaru, since humanity isn’t just about the best aspects of someone, but also the worst.

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Wow I finally finished this lmao, took long enough. HOPEFULLY Mai and Hinako's will come out quicker but no more promises from me lol.

I was worried I wouldn't be able to add too much to the discussion around Ranmaru since he is obviously probably the MOST discussed when it comes to the Dummies or just 3-1 in general ngl (except Midori maybe lol) but I hope I managed to actually do it well in the end. If you did enjoy this though I would recommend checking out my posts on Anzu, Hayasaka, and Kuruamada too! I think I had more to say with them personally.

also you might have noticed a lack of me talking about the whole entire Yabusame death scene and the aftermath of that, I'm planning to make a whole post just about it because ITS SO GOOD ISTG and yet at the same time I see it so slandered, but I want to finish this series of posts first.

I also want to thank Crazy Sunshine for helping me with proof reading!!

and that's all! so thank you for reading!! hope you enjoyed!!!!

#your turn to die #yttd #yttd analysis #yttd dummies #yttd spoilers #ranmaru yttd #ranmaru kageyama #analysis #character analysis #what a loser ngl/aff

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devastator1775 · 1 month

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How to deal with your teenage daughter while also dealing with a virus

“Are you sure I don’t need to come over and take of you?” N – or rather: N in the little box in the corner of Uzi’s vision – asked.

Uzi rolled her eyes – the little video call box rolled around as well -, quickly followed by a coughing fit. She couldn’t help but to feel endeared by her husband’s concerned look.

“I’ll be fine, N.” She assured, waving her hand in a dismissive manner. “It’s just – “

She started coughing again. She grabbed the bottle of vitamin coolant off the table and quickly took a large swig. She slammed the bottle down, wiping her mouth. “It’s nothing.”

“You caught a virus, Uzi.” N emphasized. “Just let me tell the guys there’s an emergency at home and-“

“N, you’re a leading figure in the Copper-9’s Planetary Security Force. You can’t just leave. Besides, it’s only for a few more hours ‘for your shift ends.” Uzi reminded him. She resisted the urge to giggle when she saw his sad expression. “I’m feeling fine, you big goof. I’ll be bright as snow in a couple of days, you’ll see.”

N stared her down, his expression frowned, but after a few moments he let out a relented sigh. “Okay, I’ll yield, but if you start to feel worse-“

“I’ll call, I promise.” Uzi giggled. “Now get back to work, honey.”

N smiled. “Okay. See you tonight.”

“Can’t wait.” Uzi replied, smiling brightly as she waited until N would end the video call. The moment the little box vanished from the corner of her vison, she let out a long groan and let herself fall backwards on the couch. Her processor felt like it was gonna pop out of her visor, the way it was aching. She didn’t like to lie to N, but he already could be such a worrywart on normal days – even if it was something she loved about him, the silly man. It was true she was gonna be fine in a couple of days, but she was far from feeling anything close to fine right now.

Honestly, she felt like crap.

It was a new type of virus that had been popping up with mostly the newer generations of Worker Drone frameworks. It wasn’t anything dangerous – in fact, it was pretty much harmless – but it would wreak havoc on a drone’s primary systems, like heating regulations, coolant regulators, fluctuating energy surges and involuntary steam discharge in the nasal sensors.

Basically, it was the Drone’s version of what humans would call ‘having a severe cold’. A patch was being developed to help combat this, but the effectiveness wasn’t anywhere near being perfect. It had 50-50 percent chance of catching on, and even then there was only a 30 percent change of successful deletion of the virus.

And it seemed that Uzi had all the bad luck with the patch she was given.

She groaned again, reaching behind her head to fluff up the pillow. The sound of the door opening and slamming shut caught her attention, followed by a grumbling female voice.

“-stupid homework, stupid TJ that won’t stop flirting with me, stupid-“

“Nix?!” Uzi called out. “Something wrong?”

“Mom?” the voice answered in surprise. A young female worker Drone peeked her head into the living room. Uzi and N’s 16-year old daughter: Nicole “Nix” Doorman. Her straight silver hair with streaks of dyed fuchsia reached to her shoulders and seemed to dance with every movement she made. She wore her favourite jacket – which coincidentally and “totally not by choice, dad” looked like a shorter version of her father’s trademark fur collar coat. She wore Uzi’s old necklace around her neck. Her warm amber eyes looked surprised at her mother, which quickly turned to concern when she noticed the state Uzi was in.

“Mom, what are you doing here? You look sick. Are you sick?” She let out a frightened gasp. “Am I gonna be sick? You’re not gonna die, right? Where’s dad? Is he coming home soon? Can you help me with my homework later?”

“Nix, calm down.” Uzi couldn’t but laugh at her daughter’s antics. “Gosh, I swear, you inherited too much of your father’s code. The two of you are so much alike sometimes.”

“Should I take that as a compliment or do I need to go ‘angsty teen mode’?” Nix asked, but the glint her visor betrayed her amusement.

“Take it as a compliment, I don’t have the energy to deal with moody teenagers anymore for today.” Uzi joked.

“So, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just caught that new kiddie virus at work.” Uzi replied. “Got a bit to careless around the sick kids at the clinic and, well, you see what happened.” She rolled her eyes at her daughter’s concerned look. “You’re showing your fathers code again, sweetie. I’ll be fine in a couple of days.”

“You sure?” Nix asked, wringing her hands together. “I mean, you look like crap, mom.”

“Thank you for your brutal honesty and yes, I’m sure.” Uzi smiled reassuringly at her daughter. “My anti-virus software is a bit outdated, so it’s taking a bit more effort for to fight it.”

Nix took a step forward, but stopped herself. “Uh, it’s not contagious, right?”

“No, you’ll be safe, Nix.” Uzi reassured with a warm smile. “The clinic has given me their latest version of the med-patch, so at least we won’t- OOF.”

Nix had thrown herself into her mother’s arms, giving her a tight hug. Uzi smiled softly, caressing the young drone’s hair with one arm, while returning the hug with the other. “So, how was school?” Uzi asked. “Was it as bad as your grumbling made it seem?”

Nix let out a frustrated groan – Uzi immediately felt like she was looking at her younger self – slouching backwards on the couch. “Just the usual. Class felt like going on, like, forever; some classmates find it so funny when I’m eager to answer the teacher’s questions; and oh yeah, I called the teach ‘Auntie Liz’ again.”

“Well, she is your aunt, Nix.” Uzi shrugged. “Honorary or not. I’m sure Lizzy found it quite endearing. And what was I heard you say about TJ?”

“Like I said: ‘the usual’.”

Thad Junior, better known as TJ, was a young drone who went to the same school as Nix and had recently developed a bit of a unreciprocated crush on her. He was quite adamant to show her his affect, despite being a few years younger than Nix. It was actually somewhat cute. Uzi chuckled, which even intensified when her daughter shot her a look of betrayal. “Sorry, dear. Is that boy still so hung up on you?”

“Yeah, and no matter what I say, it won’t go through that thick cap of his that I am out of his age range.”

“You want me to talk to his father for you?”

Nix bounced her feet up and down, almost like she was considering the option. She let out a sigh. “Nah, it’s fine.” She answered. “TJ is annoying, but he’s a good kid. But he needs to realize that I don’t even…”

Uzi noticed how her daughter’s voice trailed off and the way she was kneading her jacket. “Nix?”

Nix sighed, giving her mom an exhausted look. “Being a teenager who’s still figuring herself out stuff is hard…”

Uzi smiled warmly at Nix, gently placing her hand on her daughter’s cheek. “Believe me, it is hard.” She pulled Nix against her, her core purring as the latter snuggled up against her mother. “But you got a good head on your shoulders and loving parents to help you whenever you need or want it. You’ll figure things out, Sparkplug.”

She gave her daughter a final squeeze and proceeded to shoo her off the couch, covering her mouth as she felt another series of cough bubble up. “Now, I need to rest and I believe I’ve heard you grumble something about homework as well?”

Nix’s shoulders dropped. “Yes, mom…”

“But before you do that, could you be a dear and heat me up some vegetable oil soup?” Uzi asked as she laid herself down on the couch.

“Sure thing, mom!” Nix answered enthusiastically with a salute – a near spitting image of N, Uzi noticed. She spun around and made her way to the kitchen.

“Oh, and could you add a shot of gasoline?” Uzi asked, grinning. “Don’t tell your dad, you know he doesn’t like it when I drink …without him.”

“’kay!”

“It’s un-“

“Under the cabinet with the family pictures, behind the box with Grandpa Khan’s lucky wrench, I know!” Nix froze, like someone who knew she had said a bit too much. “Oh ..cr-“

Uzi slowly sat up, her gaze slowly turning towards her daughter. “Nix, how do you know where your dad and I keep our liquor?”

Nix slowly turned around, a sheepish grin on her face and digital beads of sweat running down her visor. “Uh…”

“Answer your mother, Nicole V Doorman.” Uzi commander sternly, but calmly.

“I …know …because ….I …tried some?”

“You what?!”

Nix squeaked. “Before you get mad, we only tried a shot of the bottle of Lighter Fluid Cider, and –“

“Who’s we?”

“Eep…me and Avery…”

“Avery too? Nix …” Uzi facepalmed, feeling a headache coming on. “When did this happen?”

“Okay, okay, it was a couple of weeks ago, when Aunties V and Liz were looking after me while you and dad were on your date but it was actually Avery who found it – I told them she shouldn’t be snooping around, but you know them - and they asked their mums if they could try it, and Auntie V said ‘sure, you’re old enough but only a little bit’, so actually you should be mad a her, and- and -and …

Uzi held up a hand, shutting Nix up. “Me and V are gonna have a serious conversation about this…” She took a deep breath. “Have you since then drunk it again?”

“No, I didn’t really like it.”

“And nothing of the harder stuff?”

“No, honestly!”

“Have you considered it?”

“…uh, once or twice?” Nix answered truthfully. “BUT I DIDN’T-“

“I believe you, I believe you.” Uzi quickly said. She crossed her arms, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh.

“Am I in trouble?” Nix asked nervously. “Please, don’t tell dad…he’s gonna give me those sad eyes he does whenever he’s disappointed in something.”

“Oh, believe me, your dad is gonna hear about this.” Uzi assured. She couldn’t help but smirk when she saw her daughter stammering and trying to come up with a reason why he shouldn’t know. She sighed. “However …considering V and Lizzy said you could and were when it happened, and it was something light as that ….I’m just glad you didn’t go for the hard stuff.”

“Avery tried, but Auntie V caught her before she could take a sip.” She chuckled nervously. “She’s normally so …mellow. I didn’t know she could get angry like that….”

“Oh, she can….” Uzi gave her daughter a stern look. “Listen, you’re 16 years old, and I’m not gonna pretend I never did anything stupid at your age.”

“Yeah, I heard the story of how you and dad met, mom.”

“Really not the time for sass, missy.”

“Yes, mom. Sorry, mom.”

Uzi couldn’t help but grin. “What I’m saying is ….if you feel like trying something stupid …I rather you’d do it at home, where me and your father can keep an eye on things, than out there, okay?”

Nix smiled. “Okay, mom.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Attagirl.”

“Does that mean I could try some magnets?”

“Don’t push your luck, Nix.”

“Kidding, kidding.” Nix let out a sigh of relief, presenting her mother a wide smile. “How about making you that soup, eh? I mean, if you still want it….”

“That’d be great, Nix.” Uzi replied with a soft smile, which quickly turned to a stern expression. “And then: homework.”

“Yes, mom!” Nix disappeared into the kitchen, humming a cheerful song. That was another thing that showed she was truly N’s daughter as well: her ability to just …deal with certain situations quickly. A whole lot better adjusted than Uzi was at that age.

Uzi sighed and while Nix was busy in the kitchen, she opened up her internal texting app and started sending messages to N.

U: [N, you’ll need to come up with a few extra chores for Nix this weekend.]

N’s reply almost came immediately.

N: [Oh no, what did she do? Not the trash compactor again?]

U: [No, not that. I’ll tell you later, but I dealt with it for now. We’re gonna need to have a talk with V and Lizzy, though.]

N: [Oh, boy…]

U: [As for Nix, I already put the fear of robo-God in her, so try to go easy on her.]

N: [Uh-huh, of course you did. (sarcastic)]

Uzi giggled silently.

N: [Okay, see later. Give Nix my love, will you?]

U: [I will. Say ‘hi’ to Dad for me.]

N: [‘kay. Bye! ;-)]

U: [Dork]

N: [Short]

Hubby has left the chat.

Uzi bursted out in giggles, making a curious Nix pop her head out the kitchen. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, just your dad.” Uzi replied, a sly grin forming on her face. “He sends you his love and says that you’re are in heap of trouble, young lady.”

By the smirk that was forming on Nix’s face, Uzi could tell she wasn’t buying it. She let out an exaggerated wail, falling on her knees and threw her hands up in the air. “Oh, why, cruel Robo-Jesus, have I both been blessed and cursed with attentive parents who want nothing but the best for me?”

“And the award for best performance goes to-“

The two ladies started laughing. Nix scrambled up, dusting off her legs. “Anyway, the soup is heating up on the stove and I’m gonna get started on my homework. It’s about “The rise and fall of JCJsenson” and its connection with Copper-9’s independence.”

“Oh, you better get started, then.” She shooed her away with a smile. “Go on, off with you.”

“Going!” Nix spun around and walked in the direction of her room. “Just yell if you need something!”

Uzi smiled warmly as she watched her daughter disappear from sight. She had no doubt that Nix would be better than herself and N combined. With a heavy sigh, she laid back down again, her head still aching.

She hated being sick. That virus could bite her.

#murder drones #fanfiction #biscuitbites #uzi doorman #serial designation n #murder drones N #n x uzi

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thoughts on transman yamato and transwomen ace? (ik yamato is already canon so this is mostly just thoughts on transwomen ace lol)

I feel like if I think too much about Ace being a woman my lesbian heart won't be able to handle it but. But yeah. My thoughts are very-- Positive. Dying of lesbianism here.

I've always considered Ace transmasc but this is so good too??? I believe Ace as a woman would like. Be the same. But woman. Kind of like Luffy ngl. The thing with ASL is that Ace comes out as a woman and the other two are like "Oh cool! *change pronouns when talking to her*" and that's kind of. The whole thing for them? They're extremely supportive and WILL beat the shit out of you if you say something about their sister. But. Like. Ace is already the one beating people up for that so they don't need to worry--

Thinking about Ace coming out like, time after the sake thing and Luffy telling her that they need to do it again because "We swore we were brothers but!!!! I want to drink sake with you again and swear you will always be my older sister!!!!!" and it melts Ace's heart completely. Not to mention that now nobody fights about who's the oldest because now Luffy has an older sister and an older brother!!

Makino would be the sweetest soul to her,,, She teaches her stuff and Ace is always asking her things to be more of a ""real woman"" and Makino is like ???????? "what do you mean real woman, sweetie, it doesn't matter what you do and how you look like as long as you're comfortable!! Don't let other people tell you otherwise!!" and Ace realizes that's the type of girl she wants to be to become a good older sister to Luffy. Supportive and kind and herself even if a lot of people won't see her the way she is.

Ace goes through life so not giving a shit-- I think she is the same except that when she wins fights and people think she is a guy she is just like "haha a woman beat you up fucking loser" and when people realize she is a girl they're all like "noooo cover your chest that's indecent!!" and she's so confused and angry because why is it okay to do so when they think she is a guy but it's wrong when they find out she is a girl???? She goes boobs out everywhere fr fr.

I think Ace is the type of saying "I can't have surgery and boobs so I'm just gonna do so much exercise my chest will look huge" and she is so committed to that. Good for her.

And!!!!!! When she meets Yamato??? And Yamato tells her he is a guy??? Ace is like "OH ME TOO ME TOO I AM A GIRL AND PEOPLE CONSTANTLY THINK I'M A GUY IDK WHY" and they have their "we the same fr" and fall in love bc no matter the gender Yamace is always canon. `You have this cool but a bit of a failgirl Ace and her tall af cute boyfriend. Boy who says teehee x Girl who laughs like a lunatic.

Also, I think her relationship with Roger would change a bit? And she already loves her mom but she would do it now even more because she would feel like-- More connected to her experience as a woman? I think Ace should wear a little flower in her hair just like Rouge, too.

And not to be depressing af but when Marineford happens and everybody treats her as Roger's SON she is having the worst time of her life for so many reasons. And Luffy just tells everybody he sees that Ace is not a guy and he might be in the middle of saving her but he will fight people so they refer to her right.

Idk I think there are more things to say but I am eepy and I just woke up. But I absolutely love this and Ace as a trans girl lives in my mind rent free.

#save me transfem ace save me #i love her so much #i didn't think about this before but. genius thinkng anon #one piece #transfem ace #portgas d. ace #yamace #ask-bean!

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moonmeg · 3 months

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What was Breena's relationship with her siblings-in-law like at the beginning? (especially with Edan, I guess it took a lot for him to trust her after knowing how she treated Neil the first time they met).

Long post incoming~

Breena (17) and Edan (20)...

...indeed had their problems at first. Breena still had her firey kinda mean attitude and Edan was still judging her for how she treated Neil at first. This ridge between them bothered Breena because she got along fairly well with everyone else.

Bree: Edan hasna a lot of good to say about me, does he?

Neil: What ya mean?

Bree: He's avoidin' me but constantly eyein' me in a warning and threatening manner. I just dinna understand why? What did I do to him?

Neil: Ah... he is just lookin' out for me- us- as in his younger siblings.

Bree: So he's bein' typical protective older brother?

Neil: Pretty much, aye.

Bree: But why? I havena even exchanged a word wi' him. What reason does he have to gi' me the cold shoulder?

Neil: Dinna like the taste of yer own medicine?

Bree: Excuse me?

Neil: Bein' unfriendly to people ye dinna ken, I mean.

Bree: If this is about our first encounter, I already told ye I'm sorry. Did I misjudge ye? Aye. Was I wrong? Aye. I was wrong and I am genuinely sorry. But it's not Edan's place to treat me like this now.

Neil: Well, he kens what ye said to me and how ye treated me when we met and is simply wary of ye. Especially as we're starting to become friends of sorts.

Bree: It's not his business who ye're friends with. It's a matter between you and me. Not him.

Neil: You... you dinna have siblings, do ya?

Bree: I don't. And even if I did, I fail to see where our friendship is of interest to Edan.

Neil: He's just looking out for me. I'm his younger brother and he doesna want me to get hurt by befriending someone who might turn out bad for me.

Bree: I'm bad for ye now?

Neil: That's not what I said. I'm just sayin' that as siblings we all dinna want one of us getting hurt and we're all lookin' out for each other. If I heard someone was yellin' at Ian, Keith or Maisie when they were just bein' nice and then that person suddenly lives with us, aye, I'd be wary too. Edan is this cold to everyone who gets closer to us. I understand it bothers ye but he has his reasons for bein' wary and protective. He'd never forgive himself if one of us got hurt by someone we liked and he kens he could've prevented it. Perhaps ye should have a heart-to-heart conversation wi' him when the situation occurs.

Bree: I dinna just open my heart to people, goldie.

Neil: And that's the first thing ye two have in common. I'm sure ye'll understand why he is that way once ye get to talk about it. And he'll understand why ye yerself were so rude to me at first if ye explain. He doesna hate ya. He's testin' ya.

(Neil turned out to be right)

Breena and Blair (18)...

...quickly got to like each other actually. They were both jealous of the other one in terms of appearance and didn't voice that at first. It did come out of them at one point and they both started endlessly complimenting each other. Blair braids Breena's hair, Breena helps Blair with dying her hair, Blair teaches Breena some crafty skills like basic sowing or embroidery. After Neil, Breena was closest to Blair.

Some years down the line

Blair (putting a pin into Breena's hair): Aaand all done! How are ye? Bree (pregnant at that time): I feel like I'm gonna throw up- Blair: Oh, dear- ye need a basin? Bree: No, no, I'm not actually going to I'm just... Blair: Nervous ye're only minutes away from standing in front of an officiator and exchanging marriage vows wi' the love of yer life? Bree: In summary, aye. Blair: I ken exactly what ye mean. I felt I was going to faint any moment before sealing the oath wi' my wife. But after it all... when the oath was taken, and we were announced as married and got to kiss each other as wives for the first time... there was not an ounce of those nerves present anymore. It's gonna be the same for ye and Neil. I'm certain. Bree: I dinna ken... What if he says no after all? Blair: If he dares say no at the officiator I will kick his arse into space. But he won't. He's deeply in love wi' ya, Bree. He's been airheaded and footed since the first day and he hasna shut up about yer engagement for months. And he's most excited about the bairn. Neil will marry ya. Nothing and no one could keep him from that. Bree: Thanks, Blair. I'm so lucky to gain ye as sister-in-law. Blair: Leave out the "in-law". Such a mouthful. Just sister.

Breena and Ian (14)...

...also learned to get along rather quickly even though she joined in on the playful bullying of Ian (he's used to it at this point). They would've been even closer than Bree is with Blair if they were just closer in age tbh.

Breena and Keith (11)...

...don't have much to do with each other but she helps him with his school work every now and then or keeps an eye on him when everyone else is busy. Breena was never really fond of children but when Keith would come up to her with his five-string or lute and ask her to listen to the tune he learned she began thinking that maybe kids aren't that bad.

Breena and Maisie (8)...

...had a similar development to the one with Keith. Maisie really liked Breena immediately and always found ways to spend time with her, asking her to help in choosing how to dress or asking her to help with the hairstyle, take her to school or pick her up again. If Keith already began to crack Breena with her perception of children, Maisie sold her on definitely wanting at least one kid sooner or later, even if things like this happened

Maisie: Breena?

Bree: Hm?

Maisie: I like ye.

Bree: Aw, I like ye too, Maisie.

Maisie: Willya marry Neil?

Bree: Oh- uh- I-I dinna ken.

Maisie: Wouldya if he asked ye to?

Bree: If Neil asked me to marry him?

Maisie: Mhm!

Bree: Well, aye, I think if he asked me, I would. But I dinna think Neil and I are ready for-

Maisie: NEEEEIIIL!!

Bree: No, no, no, no, no don't-

Maisie: BREENA WANTS TO MARRY YE! SAY YES!

Neil: Sure.

Bree (blushing intensely): NEIL!

This wasn't their official engagement but they kept pretending it was for Maisie.

Breena is besties with all of them now <3

#moonmeg ask #ocs #bower siblings 1.0 #breena bower #neil bower #edan bower #blair bower #ian bower #keith bower #maisie bower

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Seeing Red | Ch. 27: Jake's secret ✍️📲

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: A N G S T, Jake's past, death, guns, dirty money, mentions of war... idk guys, this one has almost everything you can imagine.

A/N: IT'S FUCKING 04:30 AM I SAID I'LL PUBLISH IT TODAY AND HERE IT IS. THIS IS THE SECRET, BUT WE STILL HAVE A LONG ROAD AHEAD OF US, BABES.

MASTERLIST ON PINNED

“I think I should start the story by telling you that Seresin isn’t my real surname.”

“Holy shit, what a way to start.” You mumble, grabbing a cushion to embrace while he tells you the story.

“Seresin is my mom’s maiden name. I was born as Jacob St. James.”

You hug the cushion tighter. “St. James. Sounds like a rich surname.”

Jake swallows, playing with the edge of his t-shirt. “Have you heard of the St. James Armament Corporation?”

"Of course, they're the ones who provide the Na-" You realize what he just said, the connection he’s implying. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“I wish I was.”

“Jake. SJAC is the biggest armament company in the States.” You state, as if he didn’t know already.

“And I’m their 17-year-old son that disappeared almost 20 years ago.” He confesses, his hands trembling.

You grab his hands, moving closer to him. “It’s okay. I’m here, okay? You’re not alone.”

He nods, and takes a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“You think you can go on? We can stop.” A part of you feels bad now. This is bigger than you have thought, and somehow it feels like it has just started.

He shakes his head, brings your hand to his lips, and kisses your knuckles. “I’m okay. I’m just… gonna pour it all out, and you interrupt me when you need it, okay?” You nod, and he presses his lips into a thin line.

It’s now or never.

Jacob St. James was born into a rich family. He had more money than he could ever spend. As the only child of Gregory St. James, Jake was supposed to become the perfect heir. His childhood wasn’t a normal one.

Normal children have crayons and coloring books. Jake had math books and private teachers.

Normal children play football with their friends. Jake’s only friend was his grandpa, James Seresin, a veteran. He had been a naval aviator all his life. Jake’s dream was to become like him, fly in the sky with his teammates, and help the world become a better place. But it was an impossible dream.

Normal children go to birthday parties. Jake was a prisoner in his own castle of glass.

Normal children get a car for their 16th birthday. Jake discovered that his father not only supplied weapons to the United States military branches, but also sold them to their enemies, who had been killing innocent people for years.

“Who do you mean by ‘enemies’?” You question, not liking where this is going.

“Anyone you can think of: Afghanistan, Iraq, Russia, mafias all around the world… He was the main supplier.”

“Iraq… as in Operation Iraqi Freedom?”

Jake nods. “I know your dad died there, sweets. I don’t know if it was one of my father’s weapons but…”

“Whatever your father did, it isn’t your fault.” You reassure him, running your fingers through his hair. “What did you do when you found out about this?”

“I tried to confront my him. I told him that I didn’t want to become the heir of a company that was behind so many murders. Innocent people were dying because of him. Men and women like my grandpa, people who fought to save this country and so many others, were dying because of him.”

“I’m sure he didn’t like it.”

Jake shakes his head and looks down. “That’s when it all became scary.”

Jake’s father only laughed at his words. You will do as you are told, he said. If I say ‘jump’, you’ll ask ‘how high?’, he said. You’re only a puppet, controlled by me, he said.

I’ll run away and I’ll become a pilot, like grandpa. I’ll help to save all the people you’re killing. I don’t want to live surrounded by dirty money.

Jake’s grandpa died in a mysterious car accident the next day.

“Oh dear god. How old were you?” You hug him close, as close as you can.

He wipes his tears with his free hand, the only one bringing you impossibly closer. “Seventeen.”

“You were just a kid…”

“And my father killed my grandpa as a warning. ‘You want to become something you’re not? That’s what happens’. He never said those words to me, but the message was clear.”

“Where was your mom?”

“My mom…” Jake takes a shaky breath in. Seeing him in such a state breaks your soul. “She blamed herself for everything bad that happened to me throughout my life. It took her a while to realize that my father didn’t marry her because he loved her; he married her because of her dad’s connections. My grandpa’s contacts with the Navy would help his armament company.”

“That’s horrible, Jake.”

“There’s nothing pretty in this story.”

Jake took months to figure out how to get out of his house and run away. But eventually, he got help from where he least expected it: his grandpa. He had been collecting information for years: guard shift changes, where the keys were, where the money was hidden, who could help him once he was out, how to get a car, everything he needed.

“He wanted you to be free.” You speak softly, playing with the collar of his shirt.

“He even left me his wings.”

“I’m sure he was an amazing man.”

Jake smiles. “I know he would have loved you.”

“Of course, I’m pretty lovable.”

Jake looks at you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears and love. “Yeah, you are.”

You clear your throat, looking away. “Did you manage to run away?”

“My mom distracted my father long enough for me to escape. I changed my name, joined the Navy, and never contacted my family again. I received a letter once a year, on my birthday. Mom used them to tell me everything was okay. But… if she knew where I was…”

“So did your father.” You finish the sentence for him, feeling that this is when you come into the scene.

“I didn’t realize until much, much later.”

Everything was good for a while. He became a hell of an aviator, began to live his own life, and started to do things that he never thought he could. He went to parties, got drunk, and became a player—all the things one is supposed to do in their adolescent years, the ones that were stolen from him. Somewhere along the way, he found you.

“This is gonna sound ridiculous, but you were the first person I fell in love with." Jake explains, scratching the back of his neck. “Nobody ever explained to me why love was how you’re supposed to feel when it happens, not even my mom."

“That’s why you stayed around even though we weren’t actually together.” You recall how he agreed to that friends with benefits relationship right away.

“I thought that maybe, if I tried hard enough, you’d fall for me, too.” He chuckles. “And you did.”

“Yeah, I did.” You look at the streetlight outside the house, “They found me, right?”

“I made a mistake. I sent a photo of our wedding to my mom. And he found it. My mom sent a letter back, and I knew something was wrong because I got two letters from her in the same year.” Jake sighs, his head resting on the back of the sofa, and you find yourself hypnotized by the movement of his Adam's apple when he speaks. “She said that he was looking after me. I got a random message one morning, it said: ‘You don’t deserve to be happy’. I knew it was him. And I got so fucking scared that you could end up like my grandpa that I just made everyone believe that our marriage had ended.”

You close your eyes, tears running down your face. This is it. This is the truth. He had a good reason. He was protecting you. He has always been protecting you.

“He allowed me to be an aviator, but not to be happy.”

"And you went through this alone." He runs his fingers through your face, trying to get rid of the tears. "I'm sorry, Jake, this is… T-this is crazy."

"I know. But I need you to know that if I had known that I was leaving you and a little kid behind, I would have fought to keep you at my side." He pats his chest before opening his right front pocket and getting his wedding band from the inside. He carries it around? "I've seen your dog tags, sweets."

You pulled them out. The rings, separated three years ago, are reunited again. "I thought you would wear it with your dog tags as well."

"It would have led to unnecessary questions. But now…" He opens the chain of his dog tags, sliding the ring before closing it. "I can do this."

You chuckle, trying to assimilate everything. "This is a lot."

"I know… I've been preparing myself for a month. But you… it has to be overwhelming."

"Is it safe for me and Liam to be here?"

Jake nods. "Mav called an old NCIS friend. Is helping me prove that my father killed my grandpa. This friend has shown every guard at the base the faces of the people who cannot enter the base under any circumstances. As long as we're here, we're safe."

Yeah, that's true. This is probably the safest place you could be right now.

"So that's why you're trying to get Liam everything he wants? Because you didn't have anything?"

He sighs, playing with the engagement ring in your dog tags. Liam has the same face when he plays with them. Like father, like son. "I lived in a castle of glass that had everything and nothing at the same time."

You grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. "Jake you're not your father, you know. You just came back from the ER with me because he had an ear infection."

"I know I'm not like him, Red. But I missed a lot of things" He softly moves your hand from his face.

"That's not true. You want to see his first steps? Hear his first words? I have videos. I recorded everything I could." You tell him, getting up and turning a light on so you can search your laptop.

"Why? I mean, I guess it was to have memories of that, right?"

"I recorded everything for you, Jake. In case you came back." You sheepishly admit, sitting down next to him.

You open your laptop and search for a folder named 'Liam'. There's almost a hundred videos, if not more. From his very first days, to last month's beach day. You play the first video, pushing the laptop in front of Jake.

And now he knows how it feels to see his kid take his first steps. How excited he was on his first birthday. How he loves to play with Lady. How his first word was 'baba' and his second 'dada'. Red must have talked about him every single day for him to be his second word. He sees Liam's face covered in chocolate the first time he eats ice cream. How he loved the sea and the sand. How much he loves his mom—a brilliant smile on his face every time she says something to him.

And he also sees that same feeling in your eyes. Devotion. Pure love and devotion.

"Thank you, Red. For showing me this, for raising him alone… You're the best mother ever." Red hands him a box of tissues, and he chuckles but takes a few and cleans his face. "I'm a crybaby."

"I think you're allowed to cry, cowboy. I used to say to Liam that his dad was a superhero who had to stay away from his wife and son to protect them, and that’s literally what you did. You protected us."

He looks at you. You're practically sitting in his lap. Your puffy eyes look at him with a familiar glint in them. The one you had the first time he said that he loved you. The same glimpse of devotion that he has seen in those videos. Maybe not everything is lost.

"I'm going to sound like an idiot, but I need you to go home." You mention closing the laptop.

He blinks a few times. "Wait, what? You want me to leave?"

"Yeah, because right now I could kiss you, and I don't trust myself when I'm around you." You mutter, getting up from the couch and moving to the door.

"Okay, but… now that you know that I didn't want to leave you, would you consider giving me another chance?"

"We'll talk tomorrow, okay?"

He takes out his phone, looks at the time, and shows it to you. "It's already tomorrow."

You frown. "Is that a picture of me and Liam?"

He nods. "There are a few of them; they change each time I unlock it."

You can't fight anymore. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you pull him close to you, kissing him like you've been wanting for the last month. For the last three years. It becomes desperate, with your whole body curving into his. His hands fly to your hips, pulling you even closer if it's possible. He bites your lip, making you gasp and moan at the same time, and before he can explore the insides of your mouth with his tongue, you pull away.

"You still need to go, Jake."

He nods. "Okay. I'll come back tomorrow morning."

"Goodnight, Jake," you say as you open the door for him.

"Goodnight, sweets." He stays there until you close the door, then walks to his car. He smiles like an idiot all the time. Once he is inside, he gets a text.

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mafukasa please!! I think they’re so funny

Heyyy how you doin. Was supposed to do yours yesterday but Shit Happened so I couldn't. Sorry ;-;

Mafukasa my fucking babies.

So I need to set the stage here. I think their relationship would start developing AFTER mafuyu makes some progress with her recovery (like after living with kanade for a WHILE) because let's face it mafuyu wouldn't be into him where she is right now (nor would she be ready for a relationship cause mental health)

ANYWAY

they meet through mizuki because tsukasa needs help practicing his English and rui can't know because it's supposed to be a surprise for the troupe so mizuki sends mafuyu to him

Eventually English lessons turn into study sessions which turn into kissing sessions yk (make out was too suggestive so I used kissing cause that's all they're doing)

Mafuyu pined so fucking hard for tsukasa for so long and had literally no idea because she's emotionally constipated and didn't realize her feelings were romantic so she when she started having feelings for tsukasa she thought she was dying

Tsukasa... Poor tsukasa sjajjaa

He is so fucking gay for mafuyu and he has to deal with being in the most yuri-esque scenarios ever while trying desperately not to die from the sheer embarrassment

Mafuyu never shuts up about tsukasa and everyone is tired of their shit by the time she actually manages to get with him

They get finally together because mafuyu was asked (forced) to make a fucking move already so she just straight up kabedons him anime-style and kisses him (with permission beforehand).

I think mafuyu is absolutely horrendous with romance so she tries to flirt and fails miserably (tsukasa is stupid as fuck so he's into it)

Tsukasa can be a little overwhelmed by how forward mafuyu is (hypocrite) and since mafuyu can be kinda stupid she doesn't understand that saying things like "I want to kiss you" and "i am in love with you" are REALLY intense things to say after dating for a week

As soon as they start dating mafuyu (in mafuyu style) cranks up the affection to 100%. Tsukasa cannot emotionally handle it so mafuyu has to slow down a bit (tsukasa really likes it hes just overwhelmed)

Tsukasa comes over to kanade's a lot (normally with honami. Gasp. Honakana mafukasa double date anyone) to help with the house and help with taking care of mafuyu (and kanade by extension). Make sure she's eating and going outside and all that

The first time mafuyu can taste stuff again it's with only niigo but she reports it to tsukasa who bursts into tears

Mafuyu likes it when tsukasa does her hair because he's always so soft and gentle (hc: mafumom was really rough with mafuyu's hair so she normally hates it when people touch her hair. Niigo and tsukasa are the only exceptions)

Mafuyu can and has picked tsukasa up. This is canon because I said so.

Tsukasa sometimes (gently) scolds mafuyu for things and after he's done mafuyu kisses him and he forgets everything he's talking about in favor of kissing her

tsukasa loves receiving physical touch and loves giving words of affirmation. Mafuyu loves giving physical touch and loves receiving words of affirmation. Do you see where I'm going with this

Mafuyu got her egg cracked by tsukasa (tsukasa called them handsome and that was the end of cis mafuyu)

This is so gonna become a fic

#ask game #rarepair ask game #this might be the only request i already shipped before hand lmao #mafukasa #the beloveds

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pumpkinfreak · 3 months

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Watching Hannibal for the first time S2E7-E8

Episode 7

Will is free everybody, but given his mental state, maybe he should stay in prison. The boy is unwell, justifiably so. Miriam Lass, now equipped with a cool robot arm, also not doing well. However is still training with the FBI, after two years of psychological torment from Hannibal. We love a motivated queen.

Jack really shows up in this episode, before Will even leaves the asylum property. and is all like, "We're still friends right... Pookie bear come home the kids miss you." and Will still goes to the cabin where they found Miriam. Granted it is not for Jack, it's so he can catch Hannibal, and after sniffing around the Love Shack, Will diagnoses Hannibal as just being a whimsical little guy. He's just a theatrical little scamp. Where you see a living person Hannibal sees an art exhibit.

(Headcanon: Hannibal is a fan of Marina Abramovic.)

Anyway, Jack is now leaning toward Hannibal, maybe being the Ripper, especially after talking with Will. The Sassy Science boys even find a fingerprint that matches Hannibal's on a flower petal. Hey, you know who else fits the profile of the Ripper.

Now, they are correct, that being said. You find a fingerprint of the man, YOUR BEST GUY, has been pointing to for weeks, and just go "Know what? This other guy is also pretty whimsical." I won't completely fault them for this because Chiton on paper looks suspicious, especially considering his own unethical practice of implanting memories in people. Ignoring that...Chilton goes home and finds Gideon's body in his guest room.

Hannibal was clearly keeping Gideon alive, and sclicing pieces of him off like a leftover Christmas ham. I just feel the need to clarify that.

Chilton books it, but, Hannibal is already in the house. In his plastic murder suit. On top of this, there are two FBI agents outside, waiting for Chilton. Hannibal proceeds to knock out Chilton and super-murder the two agents. He then dips, leaving Chilton to hang with three dead bodies. Just like a goofy whimsical guy would.

Chilton is taken in for questioning, and Miriam freaks out, Is convinced this is the Ripper right in front of her and shoots him in the face.

...Oh also, Will tries to kill Hannibal, decides not to do that, but does want to continue seeing Hannibal for his therapy.

Because these two girls like to play 4D chess. Personally, I started eating the game pieces long ago and probably would have shot the bastard. But who am I to question art.

Side note. There's a moment between Alana and Will, and she's all mad that he tried to murder Hannibal from prison. Will's response is "Girl... ya boyfriend Eats people...please do not talk to me or my dogs ever again." He didn't say it out loud but I saw it in his eyes.

Ep 8

The fact that this GIF is not edited...and this was a real line from the show.

Now, I'm not a doctor or a veterinarian, but I don't think people go in horses. I am also fairly certain, that to put a person inside a horse would require breaking some bones. Then again, I eat chess pieces, so what do I know. We're gonna circle back to the horse incident first let's talk about Jack and Will

The episode opens with Jack and Will Ice fishing. Clearly, these too are talking about catching Hannibal. When I'm not busy shoving game pieces down my throat, I can catch on to obvious fishing metaphors. Isn't Jack's wife dying of cancer...could this conversation not happen over a phone call. Priorities Jack. Anyway, they take the fish to Hannibal, and he cooks them dinner. The way this man plates these fish is appalling an octopus is involved. Octopus and trout, how did it take these people so long to realize he's a lunatic.

They sit down to that horror show and have a little chit-chat about how their all friends, and Hannibal and Will are going to put the whole attempted murder behind them.

We also meet Margot Verger, of the Verger slaughterhouse, which is worth millions. She is justifiably traumatized because her brother Mason has been abusing her their whole lives. Abusing her in ways I won't describe here, but I trust you understand. Also, she is gay, and a woman, So her stupid dead sexist bigot father left everything to her brother because only straight people with penises can slaughter hogs.

Hannibal is her therapist, and she wants to murder her brother. Hannibal is very enthusiastic about that idea.

Also, her brother Mason, steals people's tears? and stirs them into his martinies? It is very silly and was certainly a choice the showrunners made.

Circling back to the horse thing. We meet Peter. A victim of a traumatic brain injury, who loves animals. Even though getting kicked by a horse was the reason for his injury. If anything bad happens to Peter I will rip this website asunder. DO NOT TOUCH HIM. So he did put a dead woman in a horse, to try and revive her. That is true. His social worker was murdering women and trying to blame Peter for it, but after Peter tells the police this. The social worker kills the horse that hurt Peter, just to be vindictive, before trying to murder Peter.

I WAS DEEPLY UPSET ABOUT THE HORSE DYING.

Anyway, Will and Hannibal show up, and as mentioned before, Peter has put his social worker in the horse. Will takes him aside to console him, and Peter confesses. He did not kill the guy before putting him in the horse...

This man... put another man. A LIVING GROWN ADULT MAN. Inside a horse. sewing him up inside. That man then bursts out of the horse, still alive, and where was Hannibal when all of this was happening.

Petting a sheep. In the barn. Just watching this man re-enact Alien. Even Hannibal seems to have a second of "Wow, this is happening" before telling the guy he would be better off in the horse. Will then storms back in and tries to kill the social worker but Hannibal stops him at the last second. Clearly impressed by Will's eagerness to kill.

...Seriously how big is a horse's womb...

On to the next episode

#hannibal #first time watch #will graham #hannibal lecter #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #silence of the lambs

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inuhiime · 10 months

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:: 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ! ──── ⪩⪨ 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

' fear is a premonition. if you ignore it, it's bound to cause even worse disasters. '

' brace yourself. there's gonna be an ugly battle. '

' your death now belongs to me, and so does your life. '

' there is no place in this world for kindness and tolerance. '

' as long as you still want to shout and hold your head high, you have the right to fight. '

' let go. this time, it's my turn to protect you. '

' the faithless, the insincere, the dishonest-- their souls do not return. '

' for someone like me, dying here is the easy way out. '

' you were born to wreak destruction. '

' you have already seen the truth of the world. do you still want to head towards the deep end? '

' it's incredibly easy to kill a person. too easy. '

' no matter how you try, you will be forever mired in blood. '

' don’t you want to destroy everything? '

' those who fool others have no place to turn to. '

' the fires of rage may burn out, but i am their fuel. '

' i'm not your enemy. '

' no matter what you're doing, no matter what they say, i believe you. '

' you idiot! how could you put your life on the line like that? '

' look at you, scared to death. '

' thank you for always protecting me. '

' neither love nor hatred matters anymore. '

' along this path, many have come and gone, and i am one of them. '

' don’t die in a place like this. '

' as long as you need me, i'll always stay by your side. '

' the fraud believes in what they think is true, and therefore feels that they can manipulate everything. '

' don't give me that crap. answer my questions. '

' the deluded take refuge in the dark. '

' you don't care about the lives of ordinary people anyway. '

' stop beating around the bush. my patience is thin. '

' you have nothing but that violent power of yours. '

' the stronger you get, the more you are doomed to failure. '

' don't back away. we have to fight. '

' i will crush every enemy with my own hands, and i will do that by whatever means i can find. '

' i'm really sorry, but this is the only way out. '

' we aren't friends and can't be friends. it was doomed from the start. '

' if you had the slightest idea what real tragedies looked like, you wouldn't think to defend the sinners. '

' better be careful if you're their lapdog. '

' in the face of a massive disaster, all the pride of human beings is ultimately vulnerable. '

' i will always be grateful to have met you. '

' don't lose control of your emotions. '

' this is our duty; we must continue, even if it's a losing battle that we're fighting. '

' the answer's not out there, it reflects from within. '

' i can't make you stay even if i want to. '

' come on, you can always trust yourself '

' don't hold onto your little secrets and lock yourself up. '

' our city was never built on peace. '

' all is well as long as you're safe, no? '

' sorry, i may not be able to survive much longer. '

' how much have you given up and how much evil have you done for that false hope? '

' i'll bury your body when the time comes. '

' you cannot accept it, and you cannot forgive. '

' you'd rather burn it all down and destroy everything than run away or compromise. '

' fulfill my most frantic loneliness. '

' there are questions you should never ask, and there are unspoken rules you should never challenge. '

' that future you kept talking about, it doesn't exist. '

' it's not going to end. everything is completely rotten, but no one is going to end it. '

' don't get overprotective. i'm not that weak. '

' you don't really have a purpose, nor a destination. '

' do you want to stop here? '

' i'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. '

' is your body feeling stiff? how about i help you reassemble it? '

' come on, show me how you're going to torture me this time. '

' we all live, bleed, and die. what makes you think we're any different? '

' i'm all alone again... this is for the best. '

' don't lose... and don't lose to yourself. '

' are you monitoring me? or do you need someone to protect your safety? '

' don't go, please. '

' i'm sorry for leaving you there alone. '

' the wheel of destiny has begun spinning sooner than i thought. '

' you've tried hard to search for a way out, tried hard not to fall into the abyss. '

' blind idiot, all is vanity. '

' someday, you'll be mercilessly abandoned, too. '

' you're thinking you must go back, aren't you? '

' sorry, i took the liberty of judging others. '

' you never stop moving forward, that's the way you've always been. '

' i'm sorry, it's all my fault... i messed up things for everyone. '

' good luck, i'll be waiting for you. '

' don't come back. it's not worth it. '

' you wish to dominate all, but will perish a servant. '

' you've done your best. leave the rest to us. '

' in the end, i've been able to protect nothing and no one. '

' protect yourselves and get your freedom. this is an order. '

' if there's any danger, do not risk it. you can't die here. '

' they don't know death. '

' if devils did exist in this world, i suppose they would be as stubborn and shameless as you. '

' never underestimate the darkness lurking beneath the city. that's a lesson that's cost me everything. '

' i won't betray you. so... don't betray me either. '

' don't bring up all that crap from the past with me. '

' your path will not be easy from now on. '

' may you spend every day in peace and happiness. '

' this world will punish you. '

' if something bad happens, i can't save you. '

' don't you want to be human? '

' you've already lost one companion, you can't lose another. '

' why are you so stubborn? why can't you just let go? '

' let me feel that i still exist. '

' this kind of attitude won't do you any good. '

' you see something that i can't. if what you see is hope... then go and fight, and i'll protect you. '

' i'm better at using people than you are. i make the most of each of my pawns. '

' if you have so many doubts about me, why don't you just kill me? '

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