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kimi-twstheadcanons · 2 years

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Savanaclaw on an Amusement Park Date

- Headcanon

Pronouns: They/Them

Note: I will be adding descriptions of outfits in these Headcanons but they are just my opinion, you of course can imagine whatever you please :)

I feel like this man doesn’t like crowded places and loud noise. What made you think he’d like to go to an amusement park? Sure he probably went a few times as a kid, but what makes you think he wants to go now that he’s 20? What could possibly be the reason you want to go anyway?

Oh yeah, because you want to! He also needs to get out in the first place

Leona I feel like would wear a simple dark brown, slightly patterned button up shirt with dark jeans or dress pants, a high ponytail, a watch, and dark brown dress shoes or black sneakers. Maybe a dark color jacket as well? (I honestly can’t tell if he would subconsciously wear something slightly fancy or simply casual…fancy casual?)

All I’m saying is, have fun dragging him around for the first hour. He wouldn’t want to be there at all. Yawning, leaning on tables, not paying attention. Yeah he’d much rather do something with you in a place less... flamboyant

Ah! You get an idea! You drag Leona to one of the games, maybe a sports game or a strength game, games that require aim and strategic thinking like Darts, just to tease him a little. Maybe that’ll get him started

“Wow look at him! I wish you could do that Leona! Hm, nah I don’t think you have the skill to do something like that to win me anything. Let’s just move on.”

His ears perk up. What did you just say? Oh boy, you woke him up now. “Huh?! Oi! Don’t just walk off after sayin’ all that crap! Come on! I’m gonna show you I can win and get you the best prize they got, Herbivore!” Nice job, you got him to do something! Now this is all that’s gonna happen for a while until he catches on

“Oh nice Leona! But I bet you can’t-“

“Oh, shut it, herbivore. I know what you’ve been doing. And ya know, it was pretty smart for a second. But don’t think it’s gonna work from here on out.” He’d say with a smirk

Now that you’ve got him more loose than before he’s more okay with the whole situation a little bit. But that doesn’t mean he won’t complain still. He most likely won’t want to go on rides but I’m sure you can drag him to maybe two or three. If you’re lucky, four

He would absolutely refuse to go on a rollercoaster or any big rides in general. But maybe if you pull your strings right he’d probably consider it

On the terms of food he’d most likely not eat and go home before dinner or eat dinner late by the time you two get back. That or he’d probably wouldn’t care and eat chicken wings or something

Candy is also a no-go. I don’t see him as a person who eats a lot of sweet treats. He may buy you sweets if you want them though, he’s be completely fine with that

I honestly feel like he’d get a big stuffed animal for both him and you or just him. You know, to sleep on and stuff. (He might get a small one for Cheka if he ends up bringing it to the Afterglow Savanna with him. He would do it partly as to not hear Farena talk to him about it and he knew it would make Cheka happy/get Cheka out of him hair)

Try to snap some cute pics of him if you can. They’d be rare if you happen to catch any. Bonus if you are in them too (you beautiful human)

Overall I think it’d either be fun or a bit of a struggle. Depending on his mood of course and the time of day I guess. I don’t think Leona is that bad of a guy. He’s just tough to handle XD

Okay Ruggie would be so fun to hang out with at an amusement park!! Although I feel like he wouldn’t have gone much or sadly at all at an amusement park

I feel like Ruggie has a few clothes that Leona got him so he’d probably wear those instead as to impress you, but really you most likely wouldn’t mind the clothes he’d normally wear. That being said I feel like he’d wear an oversized white shirt tucked into light blue jeans, a light yellow/blue/beige oversized jacket (I can’t decide which color would look best on him), and black sneakers. Maybe some accessories like a simple black bracelet or necklace. Maybe a black bandana or headband.

Like I said Ruggie most likely hasn’t been to an amusement park before. Or if he has it wasn’t for long. Or maybe only once. I feel like Ruggie has gone with some of his old friends from his hometown and/or snuck into one as a child. Sadly they got caught because they weren’t extremely skilled in stealing like they would be now

So going with Ruggie would be a blast! And he gets to actually show off his skills. Albeit skills in the acts of theft but skills nonetheless (I’m not promoting theft I’m just giving Ruggie his credits where it’s due. Don’t steal 👍🏽)

Going with him would be so much fun because he’d not only be okay with every ride but he’s actually the one to run around like an excited little child to go on each ride he could possibly find. “Y/N! Look at that ride! It spins around! OH! Look at that one! It lifts you in the sky! WAIT, LOOK AT THE ROLLERCOASTER! WE HAVE TO GO ON THE ROLLERCOASTER!!” He’d exclaim with so much enthusiasm before grabbing your hand and running to where he wanted to go

With food of course he’d eat anything you two get. Candy or not, he’s eating it. But I can only imagine his face lighting up when he’s eaten something he hasn’t tried before. Him stuffing his cheeks with the said delicious food as you see the life in his eyes start to shine brighter. But because of this I also can’t pick a favorite food for him so let’s just say he loves it all

The games and prizes would be the most fun, because Ruggie would drag you to a game, ask them how to win the best prize they have, and play the game to see if he could actually win it or not. If he was unable to, he’ll play it off and act defeated. Leading the person running the booth to think he’s just like every other customer. You two leave the booth without the prize and he doesn’t seem to care. That is until he reaches into his jacket and pulls out the prize. You question how he was able to steal it and try to tell him to give it back but he cuts you off; “You know I never reveal my tricks. Also, I bet they have a bunch in a box or something somewhere. They won’t miss it.”

You don’t completely approve of his ways but that’s how he grew up to survive. You’ll let it slide this time. But only because it get you plushies and other prizes

Of course your shenanigans won’t last long because Ruggie foiled the wrong worker. He was able to sneak a pretty big prize and as soon as he grabbed it and took it with without the worker realizing it at first he grabbed your hand and speed walked away. He was doing pretty good until the worker yelled at you two, then suddenly Ruggie bolted as fast as he could with you and the big prize in hand. You two were able to sneak and hide your way to the exit and leave without consequences. I’m not sure how you two did it with all the prizes he stole but you did it!

Don’t worry you two were able to take pictures and do all the other fun (couple) experiences before you two left so plenty of memories were kept. But don’t be surprised if there is a sign that said you two are banned from that amusement park for at least a year. You may be, you may not be, who knows

But he had the time of his life with you and don’t get him wrong he took some of the prizes with him as to remember the fun times. But he failed to mention to you that he took at least a bag worth of food as well. Don’t ask me how he was able to sneak it by you, maybe magic or something

But it’s not all for him obviously. He takes it back and give it to some of the kids he lives near. His grandmother to, obviously. As they eat he’d tell them about the amazing date he went on and how he loved the person he went on the date with. Of course he got questions about how it went and he was glad to tell them how fun it was. Of course he’s leaving out the part of how he potentially got you two banned for a while

He probably has gone to an amusement park before with his parents or with his younger siblings. He would love to go with you but just a warning, he would be a little bit overprotective

Jack would wear something like a thick dark grey jacket with furr in the inside, Timberlands-like shoes, Jeans, a grey V-neck, and a grey beanie (bonus if he brings hot cocoa or your favorite beverage when he picks you up)

Going to an amusement park with Jack would be such a nice experience. Somehow, throughout all the chaos and chatter of the park, he made it a calming yet exciting experience

He would hold your hand and as you two talked on your way to rides. He’d willingly let you take pictures of him at any moment just so his mind would know that you have him with you always. He’s willing to bond with you on this day, no matter what it takes

Jack likes rides, he just wouldn’t be up for the rollercoaster first. But he would also feel embarrassed to go on the small rides, so he’d mostly stick to winning you things from games rather than waiting in line for rides that’ll take up most of your time

Speaking of games; his favorite ones that you can see him smile on the most are the ones that show off his strength. As you can imagine you’ll spend some time at the High Striker. The minute he spots that game he’ll drag you to it and tell you to sit tight while you watch him hit the mallet onto the end of the contraption, sending the score high and ringing the bell at the top with the very first strike. You were happy and excited to get the prize, but not the bit of surprised since you know Jack’s strength. The big smile on his face when he hands you the prize is precious

On the topic of food, he wouldn’t eat much of the food they’d have. He’s probably last the whole date with a drink. He’d buy you what’s food, snack, or candy you wanted though. When you try to refuse and pay for it yourself his response is “I’m the one who asked you to spend time with me. It’s only fair I buy you things since it was my idea. Plus it’s just food, I really don’t mind at all.”

Photos and momentous are very welcomed with him but he’d probably be blushing most of the time, either from embarrassment or bashfulness, it depends on the moment. I’m not sure what you two would but but probably some cute keychains or something

About Photos, he would allow them mostly, as long as you’re in them as well. Sometimes you might be able to snap a pic without him looking and get some pretty cute pictures. He’d actually sneak pictures of you, maybe about three. But he would ask how if you looked okay in them so you know he took them. He’d keep them either way just for himself. You make him soft, as much as he refuses to admit it out loud, but he knows it

In general it’s a fun time and he’d be very fun and try his best to loosen up for you to make the experience more comfortable. When he gets home his younger siblings would probably notice the little things he bought and get mad at him for going to the amusement park without them. His parents would be able to feel something changed about their eldest son. Nothing bad, but something new. If he didn’t want to talk about you then they won’t force him, but I feel like he’d throw a compliment about you around them here and there. Jack is a very trustable person, so there’s no doubt that he’s a trustable son. Whoever he’s spending his time with, his parents trust that you must be some kind of angel

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland Leona Kingscholar #twisted wonderland Ruggie Bucchi #twisted wonderland Jack Howl #twst leona #twst ruggie #twst jack #Leona Kingscholar #Ruggie Bucchi #Jack Howl #Savanaclaw #twst disney #twisted wonderland headcanons

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rsmrymnt-tea · 2 years

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Ok! I have to ask! If RAD was in the Philippines, what headcanons would you have about the brothers' life there? All I know for a fact is that Beel would absolutely devour lumpia! Of course I'm biased because I can't get enough of lumpia whenever I can get some (which we used to have neighbors who gave us homemade lumpia all the time!)

I will get The Most Self Indulgent Headcanon out of the way first: if they also had to study at a human school here they would all study in Ateneo de Manila LMAOOO bias what bias I'm not biased—

Anyway anyway, disclaimer needed: My experience is largely limited to living somewhere in Batangas and Manila so my thoughts are gonna be mostly based off of that

Random thoughts?? That are also pretty revealing of how I feel about living here ngl (also this become more like 'if they had to stay in the Philippines for a while what are their thoughts/what would they do' more than 'if RAD was in the Philippines'

Lucifer

Somehow I feel like Lucifer would generally like... Be in a state of constant annoyance while he's here lol I sort of imagine him to be the one who'll insist on driving everyone because he won't trust them to not get into accidents with how shit the traffic situation is here + he knows that if he has to brainwash the cops into not giving them tickets he can just leave it at that. And being a driver here just seems like the most annoying thing you can do to yourself, but the public transpo situation is also shit so he'll just drive

Owns the S&R card for the family? Basically Costco in the Philippines and it's like.. the only place where they do groceries for stuff like chips and snacks and stuff because it's all in bulk.

OH. BUT GUYS. LUCIFER AT A PALENGKE?? Lucifer??? Namamalengke????? May dalang sako bag at fishnet sdhfgdfg GUYS HGJDS Please join in me imagining him dragging some of his brothers with him to a palengke to buy meat and veggies because the supermarkets don't have enough for Beel sdfhjksfdg

OOOOH the way all the vendors would gawk at him and his brothers too like all the vendors would do their best to get their attention and buy from their stall because then they both get eye candy + and can call it a day because they're sure to buy everything? Weekly occurrence of them being treated like celebrities

Sometimes buys taho for everyone when he's feeling like it

Mammon

Mammon would be ukay king and would thrive in Quiapo. Just leave him there for a couple days and he'll know the area inside and out, can point you to stores that aren't being underhanded, and will somehow have spotted which of the insane number of vendors there are the supplier shops to all the others?

Will sort of make a game of pointing out which shops are selling stolen electronics also sdjfkhd Not that it's hard to tell

He will just have so much money somehow and be so happy that so much shit is cheap. Easily see him making money overseas somehow and then just spending it all here because of how conversion rates make the dollar/euro/pound extra delicious here

And tbh security everywhere is kinda dodge so when the greed takes over, Lucifer's gonna need a tight leash because it's insanely easy to scam people here and steal their info and all that (one of the biggest banks here has some of the shoddiest protection? it's insane. Mammon would hack them ez.)

Also I just feel like... He would be a heart throb somehow and go viral after some rando took a pic of him looking completely fresh while in a hoodie in the middle of Quiapo?????

"guys may gwapo sa quiapo kausapin ko ba sya" Twitter post going viral and he becomes a model because of it ( translation: "guys there's a hot guy in quiapo do I talk to him")

Oh but there will be days when he's in like. Resort's World Manila or something or some of the casinos here ofc

Thinking about him in Greenhills though? I think he'd be so fascinated by how they have really good designer bootlegs, shit bootlegs, stuff that actually seem to be legit with some defects, and how the tech area can repair literally anything

Tinola enjoyer. He would also be the one to find really good food places from going around the city and would take his brothers there.

Levi

I'm actually not sure what Levi would find appealing here? I think he'd actually fucking hate going outside even more than he does in the Devildom because it is so crowded everywhere... Apparently Manila's one of the most densely populated places in the world and honest to goodness, when you're there it really shows.

It's hot, depending on where you are it's also very humid, it's usually really noisy, even crossing the road is typically some form of nightmare as no one respects crosswalks (both the pedestrians and drivers >.>)

It's honestly a sensory nightmare here. Poor Levi.

If he gets into human world idols (specifically kpop, the hallyu wave is strong here) he'll find his people though. The local brands are all currently using Stray Kidz, NCT, Twice, etc etc to promote their stuff. Kpop concerts here are pretty fire, but he'll probably get a bit of culture shock if he's used to Korean and Japanese concert culture

Anime is also a pretty big deal here! But it's not quite on the radar for much exciting stuff to happen compared to kpop.

Can easily see him side eyeing all the bootleg merch here lmao there is SO much bootleg merch

Also he'll hate the state of Manila Ocean Park. He and Satan will go on rants about the state of the zoos and aquarium.

OH! But I like to think he'd enjoy Komikon (not to be confused with Comic Con) and Komiket? Those are where the local komiks and artists all go and I like to think he'd enjoy buying their stuff and supporting the indie scene

OOOOH SUKI SA SHOPEE AND LAZADA like Akuzon who? Shopee and Lazada are his best friends here

Very fond of the selection of local chips and those Zesto fruit sodas become a favorite. He likes the Dalandan one best.

bit specific but I think he'd become an expert on every single bubble tea store in the area too? And there are a LOT

Satan

On one hand. I think he'd enjoy learning about the culture. It's rich, it's fascinating, it's deep, and he would absolutely find ways to attend History lectures from some of the universities because he's heard that they're really good

On the other hand, I think he'll lose his mind at how anti-intellectual a majority of people here are. It's maddening, and he'll have to learn to not bother debating with people with certain ideals because it's fucking pointless.

Might be a bit depressing for him honestly, because the education situation here fucking sucks ass. He'll see he can't exactly blame the people, but also he fucking wishes they'd open their minds a bit.

Also ngl... The bookstores all seem to be struggling too so :( That's something he would also be upset about

As far as I can tell, there isn't really a library culture? And cafe culture is odd depending on where you are. In some places it's basically a sit-down restaurant with a huge coffee selection, and in others it's like the one you'd expect. Animal cafes are very rare.

Self indulgent HC #2: He'll get into all the local coffees :) He will then look into visiting where some of them originated and will somehow find himself in my hometown for a little while where Beel will drag him off to enjoy some lomi and goto after buying some coffee somewhere

Like Levi though I feel like I see him having a lot of issues with being here? I feel like if you have any concern for the environment or education or just don't like crowds and noise you'd have a lot of issues with living here tbh

OH GHJSDHGASD relevant to me thinking he'd go to ADMU: the Philippine Animal Welfare Society is right behind campus apparently?? I see him being there all the time and helping out with donations and TNR programs <3

Frequently in Intramuros and also frequents the three National Museums!! Goes to all three days of Art Fair PH with Asmo too

He'll fall in love with sinigang. Random but I think he'd really like it? Dinuguan as well

Asmo

OOH MAN

He would look at our drugstore beauty products and be so baffled as to why they are shockingly so good despite being dirt cheap lmao

Like I know drugstore is cheap. But Filipinos demand for intense pigment and true long lasting waterproof products for low prices if they're going to buy makeup from anywhere. The beauty vlogger impact is real here, though I think it's slowed down with the pandemic + people have been growing more minimal with makeup.

Ukay king alongside Mammon!! His OOTDs will grab attention wherever he goes and he'll charm whoever's at the counter into giving discounts if he thinks they're overpricing something

Makati red light district frequenter <3 Goes there with Mammon and scams the sleazier people there

Would pass whenever Lucifer goes to the palengke though? Just can't see him ever wanting to go >.>

Will definitely go nuts each time he's reminded of how casual the homophobia/transphobia/misogyny is here tho like let's be real He would stay within Manila because that's where he won't be inclined to kill a shit ton of people for the dumb bullshit they spew

Personally also I think he'd be really happy about the nice coffee here too, and would join Satan in sampling different varieties and getting really into it.

OH! Would enjoy going to Farmer's in Cubao a lot to buy some plants? I think he'd get really into taking care of plants while here and would have a little sampaguita garden he's helping grow using magic right there in his bathroom

He'd be fond of halo-halo and all the kakanin will be a guilty pleasure. Loves how easy access so much tropical fruit is? Would feel bad about eating so much rice tho despite all the kakanin

Beel

Beel (and honestly everyone else too) would greatly enjoy the food and how cheap all the good shit is. You mentioned lumpia and I strongly agree, he can decimate a whole bilao just fine and it would be fine because whole bilao would cost like... Chump change to them sdfhjkdfg And while you didn't specify which kind of lumpia, I can so vividly see Beel inhaling literally every kind... Lumpiang shanghai, lumpiang sariwa, lumpiang toge oml...

Guys that fucking meme. That meme of him being huge and ordering at a McDonald's??? That meme would be real and it's so funny to think about sdfhjkdsfgh

Sorry to reduce Beel to food on my own post but I just think he really would have a good time here because of it? He won't have to feel as bad about the expenses

Personally think he would like... spend the entire day out a lot? Idk why I think this. Like he and Mammon would just be together lots in the Philippines, they just seem like they'd somehow enjoy the weather and exploring places Belphie found dead in a ditch

Also for some reason I think he'd strike up pleasant idle conversation with vendors often? Gather a rep for being a gentle giant, always stopping by for their wares/food, pleasant personality, brings in customers bc they're also curious about the huge man

OOOH just seems like everyone would love him and be excited to see him around the area??? All the titas and titos greeting him happily and he asks how they are and they ask how he and his are

Likely goes with Lucifer the most for those palengke trips

Eats the rice that Asmo won't eat bc and says nothing when Asmo eats all the kalamay and sapin-sapin sdfjksdfkh

The only one among them who might be chill about the shit public transpo?

Belphie

dude truthfully idk what this place has for him either. everything is a hassle and i cant help but think that like Levi he's have a shit time outside >.>

OH but he would probably like it when it's like, early in the morning. Might take a walk with Beel and buy some bread (sometimes Lucifer joins them and they all get everyones bfast together)

Jacobina/paborita + coffee in the morning enjoyer!! Gets in the routine of buying pandesal for everyone in the morning too because he's out early enough that he buys em freshly baked too

On occasion gets dragged to the palengke with Lucifer in the mornings when seafood is part of the menu for that week because that's the best time to get seafood at the palengke

Some days he just disappears by himself into wherever and comes back with interesting snacks for Beel??

Also seems like he'd be chill with any strays and stuff like I think Satan would drag him into helping out at PAWS

The one to suggest they all go hiking sometimes the most, or just go on trips to somewhere that isn't the city, which surprises everyone. But really it's just so much more peaceful outside of the city. He even looks into arranging the trip himself sometimes, though Lucifer usually takes over at some point.

#chat & colloquy #eternallydaydreaming2015 #these are so train of thought sdhjkfdsf sorry #im sleep deprived but also didnt wanna let this sit for a while #these arent that serious lol but i think you can tell what my thoughts and feelings abt living here are #obey me headcanons

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jonghoshoe · 2 years

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I might come back for fanart and such SO

Weapons Pirateez would use!

Seonghwa: Broadsword, obvious! He's been using them for Wonderland SO much recently and he is the kind of man who demands attention, even on the battlefield. (Or ship or wherever the fighting may take place) A broadsword might require a fair bit of training, as well as strength, but we all know how hard-working these boys are, I'm sure Seonghwa would pick it up fairly quickly and it perfectly embodies him and his visuals!

Hongjoong: Cutlass and Flintlock Pistol! He obviously needs a sword, can't have a captain without one and the Cutlass is the quintessential pirate sword, the Flintlock is for added protection, as captain he's probably the main source of his enemies problems so being able to have the ranged advantage is important! Requires probably the same amount of time to learn as the broadsword, except most of what Hongjoong would need to train in would relate to the pistol- guns back then were a bloody pain compared to our modern ones, but I've no doubt captian hong would be able to spare the time to meticulously keep his pistol in good condition! Also, I bet he would put fun little accessories on his sword like in the pics below :)

Yunho: Now hear me out, dual scimitars. You may be asking, 'Zad, what the fuck is a scimitar?' Well my dear friend! It's a curved sword, mostly used historically in the middle east, but they're pirates so they probably get stuff from all over the place! So yes, I can absolutely see Yunho weilding dual scimitars, though they're awfully flashy, they are also very practical! Perfect for slashing and quick movements, not as much precision and time as stabbing would require but that's alright, I imagine him playing more of a support role anyway tbh.

Yeosang: Crossbow for sure! I can absolutely see him in a support position like Yunho, but this time he's helping from a distance! The crossbow would be great for stunning enemies, but also pretty bloody deadly if it hits the right spot! I feel like it makes sense for Yeo to work from the shadows, a silent but deadly type who you don't see coming but absolutely fucking demolishes. Also pretty badass :)

San: Honetsly, he probably doesn't even use a traditional weapon, San is an explosive person (in a good way) so he probably mans the cannons on the ship, I'd also imagine he's pretty diverse in a fight though so he likely carries a sword and pistol like Hongjoong but really? The absolute chaotic bard archetype of the group. He comes, he seduces, he blows shit up and goes home.

Wooyoung: Dual flintlocks. He's all about efficient chaos babey! This mfer is for sure at the heart of the action. Yes, pistols give him range he could be taking advantage of, no he will not use said advantage. Most definitely is extra about it and adds in unnecessary flips and pizzazz, someone could be actively bleeding out in the corner of the room and he'd still pull a Lara Croft with the enemies and waste so much time. Efficiency who? Only his weapons are efficient.

Mingi: Battleaxe. He's gonna run in swinging and smack like ten people to the ground in one fell swoop! He may not be the most efficient in terms of killing, but disarming and stunning? Oh yeah, he's your guy. He absolutely demands respect or ELSE. If you think Seonghwa is imposing with his giant broadsword, he has nothing on Mingi weilding his battleaxe with ease, hide your wife, hide your husband, he's coming for them all- with his weapon that is.

Jongho: his voice Probably another big sword tbh, but this time a greatsword instead of a broadsword! You may be asking 'Zad, what the fuck is the difference?' Well my dear friend, the difference is that broadswords tend to be overall stronger so that they can withstand plenty of slashing, but greatswords are a bit weaker, and better for stabbing/impaling, a bit like a very long spearhead! Jongho is most definitely here to impale, mans gonna make a human shish kebab with the pure force behind those strong arms of his!

Also I should note that I only really have a surface level understanding of literally any kind of weapon so until a reddit sword guy comes and corrects me then this is just from what I know/any logical leaps.

#ateez #return of the zad...maybe

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 3 years

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Mon 15 Feb ‘21

Nothing wakes you up like a “hope everyone is doing alright!” from Louis! But how are YOU, he was asked. “Really good thank you! Motivated”, he said and “I've been doing a lot of thinking about my next record. It's going to be special! No concrete plans because I don't need that pressure while I'm writing. I'm sure I will have something out this year but unlikely that will be the album. Who knows though!” What song is the best bridge to the new record- “Great question. Walls, only the brave, kill my mind, copy of a copy,” (FUCK YES LT2 is gonna be SO GOOD and the callout to fan fave OTB? yes) and about a studio version of Copy, “Still in two minds. Maybe one day,” but new merch will be “soon” (that...word....) Anyway so exciting, love that he’s working and writing and thinking about when that stuff will be heard- the post time (roughly 9 am PST/ 17 GMT) is exactly his usual ‘I am working and here I am to provide some bi weekly fan service’ time, and Louis being back in work mode sounds like GOOD NEWS FOR US! Maybe we’ll even get to see his 29 year old face someday! Anyway he wraps it up and signs off with “Just want to acknowledge everyone who has helped with Defenceless. These moments make me immensely proud and reinforces with your support we're unstoppable.” We’re Unstoppable, Stream Only The Brave, OMG Louis, Next Record, I’m Excited, I Love You, and Clifford (um?) trended.

Nothing like Louis tweets to put everyone in a good mood! Wellll… not that good though. Yesterday’s complaining that not every person who worked on DWD specifically named Harry in their thank you notes did die down, but only because they were eclipsed by people complaining that Olivia Wilde did write about him. She posted a pic from set (Harry as Jack perched atop a very stylish vintage convertible) with a long caption applauding her supporting star, praising him for being willing to set aside his ego and allow the film to be “female-led” and Florence Pugh to shine, adding “he didn’t have to join our circus, but he jumped on board” and praising...his driving??! Uh, that is NOT what most people say… Anyway other than it being a lot of praise to merely say hey this guy was a decent human and that part about his driving skills reinforcing that they’ve probably never spent a non working second together off set, a perfectly normal and professional post-shoot post, but the tabloids are here to make everything ridiculous, never fear! First the Daily Mail posted a story last night about how Olivia had been photographed “returning to ex Jason’s house” “bearing Valentine’s gifts,” (1, those would be the post filming gifts most likely, 2, Jason is in London) and that Harry was “nowhere in sight” (now THIS I believe!). But then! Today Page Six reported that Olivia was seen (and pap pics were dutifully produced) moving her suitcases into “Harry’s house” and the Daily Mail CHANGED THEIR ARTICLE so it now says she’s packing up her things and moving in with Harry! Lol sure. Given that that house actually belongs to Jeff and Harry was rumored to be flying back to the UK today I actually find it plausible she might be planning to stay there for a bit post filming (ETA, OH! or bringing her stuff over to fly to the UK, where her kids are! IE share a private plane ride YOU KNOW WHAT this makes GOOD SOLID SENSE) but just as likely this is sheer nonsense. I guess with filming over we’ll have to live without the high key ridiculousness of “Harry is designing dresses for their wedding”, there was really nowhere to go but downhill from there. Oh well; anyway Joni Mitchell tweeted about the one year anniversary of Harry covering her song, Big Yellow Taxi! Very cool.

A tattoo artist posted a pic of Zayn’s arm showing two brand new pieces-- a large script reading ‘ICARUS’ and one of the NIL cover faces (red). Also partially visible, another unseen tattoo, fully healed- is it a lioness with Gigi’s face? (yes it’s pretty much as weird as you’re picturing) Ztans speculate that it’s a reference to Khai’s birth, which we were told by Gigi reminded Zayn of a lioness’ birth in a documentary they had watched, and tbh WHY NOT I would believe he would get that tattooed on his body, the weirdo.

#louis tomlinson #harry styles #zayn #Louis certainly knows about songwriting under time pressure love that he can be like I did that I did not like it and now I will simply not #holivia #gigi hadid #joni mitchell #15 feb 21 #I suspect we'll be hearing more about this Olivia and Harry on a plane thing tomorrow #which cracks me up as I assume Louis is also on that plane #guess Eleanor's housesit is ending

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Kyidyl Does Archaeology - Part 3

(As before, parts 1 & 2 can be found via the KyidylCL tag.)

THE PITS

So, we’ve got the info about the site and we’ve got the prep work done, so what next? Digging! But archaeologists don’t just randomly dig, we dig in very precise ways. There’s, generally speaking, two ways to make a hole for an archaeologist (and this *doesn’t* apply to burials. Burials are done differently.): a pit and a trench. A pit is usually a specific size and meant to uncover a small area. A trench is a long area that takes a cross section of a specific area and is meant for exposing lots of area. When you’re doing a whole settlement often a trench is used because of the volume. We’re doing a mixture, and we started with two 5ftx5ft pits (~1.5 meters for the non-americans in the crowd. Good rule of thumb for ft --> meters is that 3ft = 1 yard = 1 meter, approximately. It’s not exact but if you’re trying to imagine how big something is, it’s a good way of thinking about it.).

Pit one only had 1 interesting thing and I don’t have any pictures of it really so I’m just gonna tell you about it real quick. In pit 1 we found a feature, which is a spot where the dirt is a different color in an unnatural shape because humans did something. This particular feature was a post hole from a palisade wall. That’s interesting for two reasons: 1, the natives didn’t build palisades until they came into conflict with the colonizers. It isn’t that they didn’t need defenses previous to that, it’s that the people they were defending against didn’t have horses or guns. Once the colonizers arrived, they started copying their method of defense. 2, palisade walls are made of large trees. To cut them down they were first burned in the place where the cut was made to make cutting them easier. And this means CHARCOAL.

Archaeologists love charcoal. We can date that shit really easily. And this particular charcoal was sent out for dating. Came back as 1700s, which makes sense for this area. It took the colonizers a bit longer to push up into the mountains, so the dates for contact and treaties and that kind of thing are later than official first contact in the 1400s. So that’s the latest date we have for the site.

Now, pit 2. Pit 2 was, and still is, the most interesting pit on the site so far (we’ve opened a number of others, but it’s...lots of plow scars and jumbled artefacts.). Archaeologists, as I’ve mentioned, dig this kind of stuff in layers. So for our site (and I know a few of you following me are also archs, so I need you to know this was the site director’s choice not mine. >.<), we have a sod layer, layer 2 - the plow layer, and layer 3 the layer below the plow layer. General rule of thumb, at least the way I was taught is that you do it in increments or when the dirt changes color, whichever comes first. So layer 2 for us is pretty thick. Here’s what the pit looked like at the end of day 1 after we’d gotten the sod off and started bringing it down evenly:

The bucket is covering the test pit that’s at the center of it. The string is the boundaries of the pit, but also we attach what’s called a datum to it. A datum is a known spot above sea level that you use to make measurements as to how deep something is. It’s basically a string with a line level and you stretch it out until the line level reads, well, level...and then you use a ruler from there down to whatever depth you’re measuring. So when we find like...arrowheads and points and stuff (and this pit had several) we record where they were by saying “_____ inches BD”, or “below datum”.

Anyway, you can see already where there are some rocks and differences in color of the dirt. It’s honestly not all that interesting but I figured you guys might like to see the progression. This is that same pit about 2-3 working days later, and this is where it started to get interesting:

Some of the difference in color there is because some soil is freshly exposed and some isn’t. The pit in the middle is the remains of the test pit. The lighter dirt at the bottom is sub-soil for this area, so it’s where the plow zone ends. The rocks may or may not have been added by people, so we record them just in case. How you deal with rocks depends entirely on where you are digging. In Florida, where I went to school, rocks are important because 99% of what they’ve got there is sand and shell. So if you find rocks they were probably put there by people. Here? Sometimes it’s just part of the ground and sometimes it’s people. It really depends on how far down you find them. This is about midway through the pit so it could go either way. So we do what’s called “pedestaling” where we dig around them and let them sit on a pedestal of dirt. You’ll see that in a lot of pics going forward. The reason that we’ve dug those upper corners differently is because we were starting to see soil color changes and we were investigating them separately. Good thing too, because they both turned out to be part of a large fire pit feature. Next slide!

So here you can see that the dirt in those two areas that we’ve dug is a distinctly different color - it’s reddish. Reddish dirt is a sign that the dirt has been heated, so we’re following the red dirt here. The digging changes from going in layers to following these features. And we’re really methodical about it so that we don’t remove too much or too little and lose the line of the feature. Here we were lucky, all the dirt inside those features was full of tiny specs of charcoal. And, in the upper left up there - which was my feature to dig - there were huge chunks of charcoal. Also a really nice piece of pottery. Well, I mean, comparatively. It’s still just a large sherd that I accidentally snapped in two while removing but like it counts. The square in the lower leftish is ust from like the foam I’d been sitting on. Getting into a pit - rather than digging it from the sides - is something you do NOT do without permission and a lot of care. Here, the ground is really solid so I wasn’t going to ruin anything by getting in there and the pit was getting too deep to effectively dig from the side, so I spent a lot of time in weird positions on the flat parts of this pit. So, anyway, here’s a close up of the feature so you can see what I mean about the charcoal:

Charcoal is very, very black so when you’re digging it stands out bc nothing else is that dark or that bright. Everything else is covered in dirt. But you can see it there in the top half - it’s those dark flecks and blobs. There was a ton of it, and when I say a ton, I mean we got I think almost 300g just that DAY. And y’all know how light charcoal is. This was the stuff we sent in for c14 testing along with the palisade charcoal and it came back, if I’m remembering right, mid-1300s. That’s a period called the late woodland. It matches up with the pottery and points we were finding, but I’ll get to that when I start in on the finds.

Now, I thought you might need some help with this next image so I brought it into procreate and drew on it. I know it looks like it came before the previous stage, but it didn’t. What happened is that we brought the whole pit down deeper to expose the edge of the large features. We also found a post hole in the process!

So I’ve marked the layers of dirt in the side wall for you so you can see what I mean when I’m talking about them. I’ve also marked out the bottom of the pit bc this angle made it a little hard to see. In the upper right you can clearly see the darker dirt of the post hole. A post hole is exactly what the name implies - someone dug a hole, stuck a post in it, and later the post was removed and filled with moar different dirt and now it’s a different color but in a distinctly unnatural shape. You can also see that we’ve long ago dug deeper than the test pit. The area I’ve marked “bridge” is an area of soil that didn’t have charcoal in it between the two pits that did. There was charcoal throughout that area - hence the blue boundary - but for the features themselves we were following the red dirt. And if that feature on the right looks deep to you it’s because it *is*. I dug it out and followed the charcoal and it went *under* the bridge.

Now you guys probably don’t realize this, but this is like...stupid deep to be finding this kind of stuff. We’re like 3ft below the surface here and still going down deeper. Around here the rate of topsoil accumulation is like...an inch every 600 years or so. The charcoal coming out of this pit is only 700 years old and it’s 3ft below the surface. So we’re likely looking at a hole that was dug by the natives for their own use. The thing that was confusing us was that we didn’t see the feature even start until we were almost at the bottom of the test pit so like...8 inches or so down. (about 16cm. 1inch is approx 2cm.) But then I was looking through some of my earlier images of the pit and I noticed this:

(north is the same direction in both pics)

The rocks, the ones that could be either nature or people, approximately outlined the areas we’d found the fire pits. This is why you document shit. Even though this is still pretty deep to be finding this kind of thing, it at least makes more sense in the context of very disturbed site. So there might have been more evidence higher up, but it’s in the plow layer so we’ll never know. So what was the feature? Well, the two features were actually one feature (and you’ll have to wait till tomorrow’s post to find out how I know that.), and I think that might have been one of these:

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Or something similar anyway, but I have to do more research about native cooking methods in this area of the country. But it would fit with the two holes and a bridge of dirt with no charcoal that we saw while digging.

Anyway I know this post is super long but I swear we’re almost done. When we finally finished digging the damned thing it looked like this:

(here I’m standing on the north side of the pit, so the top is the bottom in the other pics.)

We think that this might actually be part of another feature so it’s a little...ah...yeah it’s just weird. Those rocks were definitely from people, so maybe they were lining the bottom of the pit or something. If I could draw your attention to the black crud in the wall to the right of the pedestaled rocks, I’m gonna tell you one last story about this pit. That is a burned like...conglomerate of crud. It isn’t charcoal (charcoal is fuel for the fire, not what they were using the fire to make). Here’s what it looked like close up:

(aw yis macro lense)

See those circles? Those are *seeds*. I sent it to a former prof of mine who is an ethnobotanist for ID and she says she thinks it’s chenopodium AKA goosefoot, which was a staple food for the natives for a long time. One variety still is: quinoa. So basically, what we think we’re looking at is a 700 year old cooking accident. Or, as my professor put it:

So forgive the length, and I hope you all enjoyed this installment. =D

#archaeology #native americans #history #science #kyidylCL

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Twisted Wonderland NoSleep Au

Heartslabyul Part 3

Recap: After getting the chestnuts needed to make the apology tart the group now meets up with Trey in the kitchen.

Grim: We got the chestnuts. Now we can make a delicious tart.

Trey: We still have to peel them you know. It will be a challenge, but I know we can do it.

After peeling all the chestnuts Trey tricked basically everyone but Yuu and Cater into thinking that oyster sauce was needed for the tart. Then Trey released that he made to much marrow paste. So it was up to Yuu, Grim, and Deuce to go to the school store to buy the ingredients to make more whipped cream. The following happens:

Deuce: Wow, this place is amazing. Do you think this place actually sells the items we need?

Yuu: I believe so. I mean, back home it was pretty common for all types of stores to carry items like protection charms, bleach, scrubbers, and especially religious items.

Deuce: I can kinda understand the charms and religious items part. But why carry bleach and scrubbers?

Yuu: In case someone gets killed.

Deuce was about to ask Yuu to elaborate when Sam, the owner of the school store, came in to welcome Deuce and Yuu.

Sam: Hey, my lost little demons, how goes it? Welcome to Mr.S ‘s Mystery Shop. What can I do for you today? A charm for uncharted lands? Mummy of an ancient king? Or how about some cursed tarot cards?

Deuce: We’d like the things written here.

Grim: And some cans of tuna.

Yuu: We have enough tuna back at the dorm, we don’t need anymore anytime soon. Anyway, got any protection charms?

Deuce: No. No tuna or protection charms. Let’s just get the things we came here to get.

Sam: What what? Whipped cream, eggs… Oh! A nice sweet line-up. Ok! Coming right up.

Deuce: Wow, he really does have them.

Yuu: Well, the school store does need to have everything a student would need. And then some.

Sam: Sorry ‘bout the wait. It’s a bit heavy, you got it? If you order now you can get a 1/100 size floating platter to carry your purchases for 30% off.

Grim: What’s that? Sounds cool!

Deuce: We’re good. Thank you. It’s time to go.

Grim: But I wanna hang around more.

Yuu: If we hurry, Trey might let us eat something sweet.

Grim: Then what are we waiting for! Let’s get a move on!

Sam: Make sure to come by again!

*However as Yuu left with Deuce and Grim Sam couldn’t help but wonder about the new student. After what he has heard about their homeworld from Crowley sparked curiosity in both him and his friends. If what he thinks is true. Then Yuu might have come from a much darker world then his friends.*

On the way back to the kitchen Deuce offered to carry Yuu’s bag for them. When Yuu said that it was all right Deuce insisted saying that he was used to carrying heavy things as he would help his mom carry groceries. And since he was the only boy, he would be stuck doing anything requiring strength.

Deuce: Ah, I’ve just been talking about myself.

Yuu: Well I think that helping your family is a wonderful thing. Where I’m from, family is very important and to betray their trust would be to go against everything that both monsters and humans believe in. Helping your family, and anyone you see as family, is considered a very honorable thing to do. To do them harm is considered one of the worst things a human can do.

Deuce: Wow. You must miss them very much then. But, the thing is…. I always made my mom…

Before Deuce could finish his sentence he bumped into someone, breaking some eggs in the process.

Grim: Ahh! The eggs!

Deuce: $h*t, half of the eggs are destroyed! There’s egg all over the bag!

Delinquent A: Hey you! Watch where you’re… wait… You’re the fools who wreaked the egg in my carbonara earlier.

Delinquent B: It’s you guys again. You can’t catch a break!

Deuce: You were the ones who jumped out from behind the corner. At lunch, it wasn’t like you couldn’t eat the egg anymore but you still came to pick a fight… Just now, you destroyed half our eggs.

Grim: Yeah, that’s right.

Delinquent A: And? You sayin’ it’s our fault?

*Yuu, knowing that this will not end well, and with no way to defuse the situation stepped away from them. But at the same time they were ready to step in and help Deuce if it came to that.*

Deuce: Yes. Please pay for the eggs. And please apologize to the chickens too.

Delinquent B: Hmmm? You’re getting all worked up over eggs.

Delinquent A: They didn’t hit the ground right? Don’t sweat the small stuff.

Delinquent B: We saved you the trouble of breaking them.

Yuu could stand by no longer and decided to step in. After all, they had enough of these two boys nonsense.

Yuu: Well, you did damage what we payed for. I expect to at least be paid back in the amount the broken eggs cost. Think you can do that?

Delinquent A: Don’t think you can boss us around, just because we broke a few eggs!

Yuu: This is more than just about a few eggs. As I recall you two have been causing quite a bit of trouble as of late. Would be a shame if the principal knew of your antics.

*This was very much true as Yuu had used the ghost camera to take pictures of both the good and the bad. Let’s just say that Yuu had quite a bit of dirt on these two in particular*

Delinquent B: Is that a threat I hear?

Yuu: A warning actually.

Delinquent A: Looks like we need to teach these two a lesson.

Deuce: HEY! You don’t get to make decisions for us! These eggs… instead of becoming a chick they were gonna make us a delicious tart!! And you sure as he!! wouldn’t EVER hurt my friends! You get it! Huh!?

Delinquent B: What’s this guy’s problem all the sudden!?

Deuce: If you don’t wanna pay for the six eggs you broke… I’ll just punch you six times instead.

Delinquent A: Whaaaaa!?

Yuu: Time to fight!

Deuce: Grit your teeth a$$ho!e$!!

Let’s just say that the two never stood a chance. With Deuce’s experience in fights and Yuu’s self-defense training, they wiped the floor with the two delinquents.

Delinquent A: T-these two are straight-up mad! That wasn’t just six hits! Lair!

Yuu: OH! So you want some more huh!?

Delinquent B: Let’s get the he!! out of here! I’m sorry to all chickens!

Deuce: Apologize 100 times next you eat eggs! Dumb@$$e$!!

Grim: Wow!

Deuce: Huff, huff… Ugh!!

Grim: What just happened?

Deuce: …I screwed up… I vowed that I would definitely be a honor student this time…! In middle school, all I ever did was screw around… I constantly skipped school and spent my day getting into fights. I disrespected my teachers, hung around sketchy upperclassman, and bleached my hair to death. Even ran around all over the place riding a magical wheel. I was a terrible person that went as far as to use magic to lord over those that couldn’t.

Grim: Just now you went full on bad boy on those guys!

Deuce: Then one night... I saw my mom hiding away in tears as she called my grandma. "Was the I raised him wrong? Would it have been better if he had both parents?" She was wrong. Mom never did anything wrong. It was all me! So when the carriage from Night Raven College came to get me... My mom was so happy and I don't want to make her cry again. This time. I'm going to be an honor student my mom can be proud of. Then I do this... $hit!

Grim: But, y'know... Does being an honor student mean you have to grin and bare everything?

Deuce: Huh?

Grim: Those delinquents deserved another 10 punches if you ask me! You and Yuu fought them off before I could, though.

Yuu: I think that your mom would be proud that you are trying to be a better student. In my eyes, you are doing a lot better than back then.

Deuce: You guys...

Yuu: Even honor students get mad too.

Deuce: Really? ...Heh heh. May those baby chicks rest in peace.

Yuu: There is something that I need to tell you.

Deuce: What do you mean?

Yuu: The eggs that we bought will never turn into chicks as they were never fertilized.

Deuce: WHAT?!? You've gotta be kidding!?

Back at the kitchen, they gave the ingredients to Trey who then proceeded to finish making the tart. Which turned out to be amazing and looked really good.

Ace: Did something happen while you were out shopping?

Yuu: Chick shock...

Deuce: For 16 years... I believed that...

Ace: Making sweets takes so much time. I'm exhausted...

Cater: Good work! Is the tart finished? The decorations look super cute! It's totally magicam-gramble! Let me take a pic.

Ace: Ah! What'd you come here for?

Cater: I came by to check on my cute underclassmen, working so hard. Ahaha, you look beat!

Trey: Things you aren't used to tire you out quick. So when you're tired you need to eat something sweet. Go ahead and try the mont blanc we made.

Everyone: Yay!

Yuu: Are you sure?

Trey: It's fine.

Ace: Cater, you did come here just in time to eat the tart!

Yuu: Almost like you planned it.

Cater: Just a coincidence I promise.

Grim: Waaahaaa... It smells so deliciously sweet. The chestnuts on top are glossy while the cream underneath is so fluffy! Let's eat!

Yuu: Please don't eat it all. We still need a tart for the Unbirthday Party.

Grim: I know

Ace: Ah! Holy crap!

Cater: So good!

Deuce: Amazing... It's like what you get in stores.

Grim: It's not overly sweet but still has a richness to it! It's like a garden of chestnuts in my mouth!

Yuu: It's amazing! I definitely think that Riddle will love this.

Trey: Thank you.

Cater: Oh yeah. Hey Trey, do the thing.

Trey: The thing? ...Oh, that. So what are your favorite foods?

Ace: Mine's cherry pie and hamburgers.

Grim: My number one is canned tuna. And cheese omurice, and grilled meat, and pudding!

Deuce: If I have to pick, omurice, I guess.

Yuu: Mine would have to be breaded shrimp.

Cater: And mine is grilled lamb with diablo sauce.

Trey: Alright here we go, ... Doodle Suit!

There was a sound, a flash, and then nothing.

Deuce: ...? This is?

Trey: Now take another bite of the mont blanc.

Ace: Hm? Hmmmmm? This is... mont blanc but it tastes like cherry pie!

Grim: It tastes like canned tuna! *Chomp chomp* Ohh, now it's cheese omurice! And grilled chicken, *munch munch*, and pudding!

Yuu: Wow! It really does taste like breaded shrimp!

Cater: Isn't it fun? If you did this while having tea with a girl, they'd be super impressed!

Deuce: It's amazing. Is changing the flavor of food your unique magic, Trey?

Trey: Actually, it's magic that "overwrites a component". So not just taste, but I can also overwrite the color or scent or really anything. The overwrite only lasts a short time so that's why it's like a doodle or scribble. That's why I've named this magic "doodle" since it's not permanent.

Grim: With your "Doodle Suit" my dream of all you can eat canned tuna isn't just a dream. It's so much better than the magic Riddle uses to bully people.

Trey: No... My magic is nothing more than child's play when compared to Riddle's He's on a different level. ...It's getting late. Let's go home and give Riddle the tart tomorrow. Tomorrow is the Unbirthday Party. Don't be late.

Yuu: Hang on. Do you have a book of the rules?

Trey: Yeah, why?

Yuu: I want to make sure that there is nothing against a mont blanc at an Unbirthday Party.

Cater: Good thinking Yuu.

Ace: So, did you find anything Yuu?

Yuu: Here we are. Rule Number 562: Refrain from bringing marron tarts for the Unbirthday Party."

Trey: Wow, I almost missed that one. Good thing Yuu double-checked the rules.

Yuu: It's kinda a talent of mine. Knowing the rules and when a rule applies to a situation or not. It's weird, I know.

Cater: Far from it. If you hadn't checked then Riddle would have most likely been furious.

Ace: Yuu, I owe you one.

Yuu: Then I think that we should keep the tart in the kitchen, explain ourselves to Riddle and hope that he takes the collar off of Ace.

Ace: One more thing. Yuu, can you let me sleep over again? My cruel upperclassmen aren't going to let me in the dorm!

Cater: Wow. So prickly!

Deuce: Ace, don't force Yuu to spoil you too much.

Grim: Yeah! You gotta pay to stay! 10 cans of tuna!

Ace: What! Are you telling me to sleep outside?

Yuu: No, no. Ace, you can stay but now you owe me two favors.

Ace: Fine by me! Thank Yuu!

Trey: Deuce, why don't you stay in their dorm to keep an eye on Ace? As the vice dorm leader, I give you permission.

Cater: Trey, aren't you spoiling the newbies. I'm jelly. Yuu, can I go too?

Yuu: I don't think so. The dorm needs some intense TLC and I'm pretty sure that you're needed in the dorm.

Cater: Tch. Bringin' me down.

Trey: Yuu, I'm sorry about forcing those two on you. We're counting on you tomorrow.

Yuu: It's fine and I will be sure that they are on their best behavior tomorrow.

Ace: Tomorrow is the Unbirthday Party. This damn collar is definitely coming off! Just you watch, Riddle.

As Yuu, Ace, Grim, and Deuce made their way to the dorm Yuu coudn't help but feel as if something was very wrong in the dorm. And that Riddle was in great danger, but from what?

That is where I will end this chapter and the next will continue to the morning of the Unbirthday Party. Until then, hope everyone is doing ok.

#twisted wonderland #twst NoSleep Yuu #twst NoSleep Au #twst grim #twst trey #twst deuce #twst sam #twst cater

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Obey me! boys with trans masc MC

Some headcanons about the brothers + Solomon and Diavolo with Trans Masc MC. it’s pretty self-indulgent. Obviously not everyone shares the same experiences with their identity. I took from my own experiences and feelings about things to write these.

TW: Mentions of transphobia (not detailed and not from any of the main characters)

Lucifer

It doesn’t actually come up for some time, not until you realize that you two are definitely getting closer to being intimate.

One night things start to get steamy and when you realize you have to force yourself to not run away. You’re still up and halfway across the room faster than Lucifer thought a human could move. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest, and you have to make yourself look Lucifer in the eyes.

He’s quick to apologize, thinking he made you uncomfortable- he’s honestly worried he’d hurt you or crossed your boundaries. You assure him that it’s nothing like that. You just need to explain something before things go further.

If you are nervous about telling him, he’ll wait patiently for you to say what you need to say. Reassures you that it changes nothing about how he feels about you. He only cares that you’re happy and comfortable.

“I’m glad you feel comfortable telling me. I know humans can hold some troubling views on the subject.” He’s never really understood a lot of the human hang ups on things like this, but he knows it’s a big deal for some to share the knowledge with others, it takes trust.

What he doesn’t say is how happy he is that you trust him that much (how proud he is,)

Will ask if there’s anything specific you need him to do/not do or anything that you might not have that you want or need. (ie: new binder if you haven’t had top surgery, do you want top surgery? He can make it happen.)

If you’re having a particularly bad time with dysphoria, he’ll straight up ask if there’s anything he can do to help.

He’ll also be sure to call you by your name, or specifically masculine terms

Someone misgenders you on purpose? He doesn’t hesitate to set them straight. No one’s foolish enough to do it again.

Mammon:

He finds out on accident. You’re changing when he barges in your room, saying something about being late for breakfast in his usual loud manner.

He freezes when he finally looks at you, Sees your binder or your scars but honestly it doesn’t really register bc holy shit his human is half dressed and standing in front of him and-poor boy is blushing so hard and is silent because he’s certain he’ll make a fool of himself.

It hadn’t occurred to you until he went quiet that he didn’t know already.

You finish getting dressed and his silence is worrying you at this point. You quietly ask him if he’d like for you to stop hanging around him

That manages to snap him out of his daze and he looks utterly confused. “Why would ya think that?” You try to explain that you’ve had people that have stopped speaking to you because you’re trans, or have even tried to tell you it’s wrong.

“They obviously don’t know anything,” He says, “You’re stuck with the Great Mammon, ya hear? I’m your first guy and you’re my man!” It’s not the first time he’s referred to you as his, but it’s the first time he’s used man instead of human. After that though, he starts doing it more and each time it makes you smile.

“That’s right, That’s my man!” “What took ya so long, man?”

If you’re having bad dysphoria he’s very vocal about calling you his man, reassuring you, and asking what you want in that moment. Stay in and just lay around? Sure. find a distraction? He can think of plenty.

He offers you some of his shirts and jackets. “They suit ya,” he insists, even if they’re big on you, “Gotta make sure my man is staying stylish!” (He won’t admit how happy it makes him to see you wearing his clothes, but you can tell anyways.)

Someone misgenders you to upset you? “What’d you just say to my man?” He’s angry and he’s not about to be quiet about it.

Leviathan:

You mention it off-handedly while discussing your favorite anime and manga.

You’d started talking about one that actually had pretty decent Trans rep, lamenting that it wasn’t more popular because of how much it meant to see someone like you-

Levi catches it immediately, but he doesn’t say anything about- It doesn’t change anything he feels anyway.

He does, however, take time to look for movies, tv shows, games, or anything you might both enjoy that has good Representation.

When you realize what he’s doing you can’t help but hug him tightly and kiss his cheek, and it makes him blush.”I’m glad you’re happy.”

Bad Dysphoria? He’ll drag you to his room to binge anime, play games, and watch movies. He knows the distraction helps.

You’re his Henry, and he’s gonna go the extra mile to make sure you’re comfortable, however he can.

If you use a binder and find you need a new one, he’s on top of it- He’ll offer to make one for you so he knows it’ll be the right size and it will be good quality.

Someone misgenders you after being corrected? He checks on you first and asks if you want him to do something about it. If he finds out they did it Maliciously? He’s going to do something about that- reminding everyone in the process that he’s the third eldest (and third most powerful) for a reason.

Satan:

It comes up when you start spending more time with him- studying or getting book recommendations to pass your free time, You can tell when your interactions shift to something more.

He nods when you tell him, “And your pronouns are He/him, correct?”

Asks if there’s anything he should avoid doing, anything you don’t like to be called, He wants to know your boundaries then and there so he doesn’t overstep them.

He spends some time researching. He wants to make sure he understands as much as he can about you, including this- he doesn’t want to ask you directly what your experience in the human realm was, in case it brings up any unpleasant memories.

You notice the change in his reading list eventually and it makes you feel warm knowing that he’s doing it for you. You tell him if he does have any questions he can ask you.

He does ask you if you use a binder and if you’re binding safely.

He also asks if Dysphoria is something you struggle with. If you tell him it is, his line of questioning shifts to things he can possibly do to help you deal with it.

If it’s a really rough day and you admit you don’t want to really do anything, he’ll pick a book to read to you, just so you know he’s there for anything you need, even if it’s just quiet company.

He also becomes a little more vocal, calls you things like dashing or handsome.

If someone misgenders you with ill intent? He’s going to deal with it, and it’s not going to be pretty.

Asmodeus:

He invites you to his room to show you the new outfits he bought. He does it pretty much every time he goes shopping.

This time the first outfit he walks out includes a skirt. You already know Asmo doesn’t believe in gendered clothing, or adhering to any sort of ‘norm’ but it’s the first time you’ve seen it so obviously in person when it comes to his clothes.

“I wish I could wear something like that,” the words are out your mouth before you register them, and you flush even while Asmo giggles. He offers his closet to you and tells you to try something on.

Your hesitance must show, because he frowns a little, looking concerned. “I used to,” you admit, “But people kept telling me that I didn’t need to transition if I liked all that stuff anyways.”

He’s next to you in a second, hand tilting your chin to look at him, “Fuck those people,” he says seriously, “It’s a shame for a man to hide such a delightful body. It’s even worse for him to deny himself things he likes because of ignorant commentary.”

He ends up making suggestions on what to try on, starting with a simple skirt and shirt combo.

You stare at the mirror for a long time, turning occasionally to watch the way the skirt flares up slightly when you do. You catch Asmo smiling behind you in the reflection.

“Do you like it?” You catch his eyes in the reflection, nodding, “I missed the feeling. Thank you, Asmo.”

“Anything for someone as handsome as you,”

If you’re feeling really dysphoric he’ll try to pamper you- want him to brush your hair? Face masks? A relaxing bath? An entire spa day? New clothes? He wants you to feel good about yourself and he knows self care is the first step.

He loves to pick out clothes for you to wear, but he always explicitly asks what style you want, because he wants you to feel as good as you look in anything he picks for you.

If someone misgenders you maliciously or more than once, he’ll have plenty of words with them.

In fact, as it turns out many of his fans will also have words if they catch wind- Asmo loves posting pics with you on Devilgram and taking you to the Fall, so you’ve also become part of many of his fans' lives too.

Beelzebub:

You feel a little self-conscious surrounded by attractive demons- But Beel is a whole other level. He’s tall and solid muscle, and you're envious of it.

You know you could never keep up with his workouts, but you ask if you could join him anyways, and if he could give you some pointers on good workouts for specific goals. He agrees right away, more than happy to help.

It becomes a routine and you look forward to your shared workouts, even if it’s just you both doing your own thing, or Beel giving you pointers on your form or him asking you to record him so he can see how his own form looks.

You’re so comfortable around Beel, that during one of your afternoon workouts you pull your shirt over your head as you stop to take a break and even out your breathing.

“It’s not good to wear a binder while exercising for so long.” Beel’s concerned comment takes you off guard for a moment and you flush, unsure of what to say because he sounds so casual about it, and you aren’t really used to it.

You settle for “Sorry,” and quickly go to tug your shirt back on, but he shakes his head. “You don’t have to. Just rest while I finish up.”

“You’re doing this for you, right? No matter what, You’re a great guy, so don’t push yourself because other people expect it.” You’re surprised when he joins you after he’s done and it’s the first thing he says. You tell him it does help you feel better about yourself and you enjoy spending the time with him, doing something you both enjoy. And the smile he gives you is blinding.

If you’re having a bad time with Dysphoria he’ll ask what you want to do. Workout? Movie and Snacks? Do you need a distraction or do you want to just...be?

He’s well aware of the toxic masculinity that can be present in places like gyms and such. He’s never tolerated it, but there’s a new edge to him if he hears anyone saying something disrespectful or hateful.

If someone misgenders you, he makes his displeasure known but he focuses on making sure you aren’t upset. (Not many would dare risk making him angry anyways, as quiet as he is he’s still intimidating when he needs to be.)

Belphegor:

You don’t actually tell him. with how often you end up napping with him he just knows. He doesn’t even say anything about it- he doesn’t see the need to and neither do you.

He does say something the one time he catches you falling asleep in a binder. “You can’t sleep in that!” he wakes you up and makes you change- he tells you it’s important to have proper sleepwear, a lecture that might even rival one Lucifer's, as he himself begins to doze off.

After that he makes a point to check to make sure you aren’t wearing a binder before he cuddles up for a nap or for the night (Not that he admits it to you)

He likes to tease you, but he’s always hyper aware of his words. The last thing he wants to do is accidentally say something that might actually hurt you

He doesn’t tend to use overly gendered language with you in the first place, “You’re my nap buddy,” “You make a really nice pillow,” “I like it when you look flustered like that,”

But if he notices/ you tell him you’re struggling with dysphoria more than usual he’ll make the effort to use specifically masculine terms

He’s not the greatest with being open about his feelings but he’ll reassure you if that’s what you need

He doesn’t like seeing you struggling so he asks the best ways to help you feel better, even if he still teases you he’s doing his best to cheer you up or make you more comfortable.

If someone misgenders you on purpose he’s making sure you’re okay. He’ll be even more clingy than usual, glare at anyone he thinks looks at you wrong or he’ll simply drag you back home to laze around and cuddle (He tells you he’s tired and just wants to nap, but he really just wants to keep an eye on you in case it upset you more than you showed.)

He’ll have a discussion with whoever upset you later, anyways.

Solomon:

When you realize he’s way older than he looks you’re concerned that he’s gonna have some very archaic views about things.

Even as you grow closer to him, the thought nags at the back of your mind and it keeps you stuck at a distance despite his obvious flirting.

He notices, of course. “Am I making you uncomfortable? I can stop if you’d like,” It's a stark contrast to his usual teasing and mystic demeanor, and the serious expression on his face draws some courage from you.

You manage to tell him without stuttering, and then you flush when you tell him you weren’t sure he’d be okay with that. Saying it out loud makes you feel a little silly- all things considered.

He hums and tells you he understands, but that he doesn’t care in the sense that if you’re happy and true to yourself that’s what matters most. (It sounds suspiciously like something Asmo would say, but there’s sincerity in his voice and eyes.)

His flirting continues- when he passes you at RAD, when he invites you to study with him, even his messages, simple compliments like “You look rather handsome today,” or teasing “I’m so lucky to sit with the cutest boy in class,” but now that you aren’t worrying about other things, you can finally return his teasing.

If you’re having a hard time with dysphoria, he’ll ask if he can help. He’ll show up with snacks, movies, books, anything you want to do. He’ll even offer to ask Asmo for the needed supplies for a spa day, if he thinks that might help.

If someone misgenders you on purpose he’s gonna set them straight. He’s the most powerful sorcerer and he’s not going to let someone disrespect you like that

Diavolo:

When you arrive in the Devildom, you actually laugh. A few of the people (demons!) standing around you look concerned.

“I mean, plenty of people told me I’d go to hell but I don’t think this is what they meant.” There’s some surprised looks but no one mentions it past that, really.

But it does come up in one of your regular meetings with Diavolo, what had started out as short meetings to discuss how things were progressing during your stay had suddenly turned into hours of visiting over tea and Barbatos cooking.

He asks you what you meant when you’d said that. It wasn’t the first ‘personal’ question he asked you, and you didn’t see a reason not to explain. So you tell him all about your run ins with the wannabe preachers and ‘concerned’ Sunday school moms and the like and how you managed to offend them.

He looks curious and you tell him to feel free to ask you if he has a question. He has a few, mostly about if there’s anything making you uncomfortable he might not be aware of, or if there’s anything you need that you can’t get in the Devildom.

He’s genuinely concerned about not having thought about things like this when it comes to the exchange students, and asks if you’d help him make sure the program was improved and friendly towards all.

It warms your heart to see him so passionate and ready to learn in order to make others comfortable, so you agree without hesitation

Your visits with Diavolo grow in number after that though some of them remain just friendly visits, some are focused on the exchange program and some of them are far more intimate.

If you tell him you’re having a rough time with feeling dysphoric, he’ll Invite you over to visit and make sure you’re alright- and if you don’t feel like going out? He’ll come to you, a box of sweets from Barbatos and determined to find out if there’s anything he can do to help.

He’s all about reassurance, “You’re perfect, and I don’t lie, remember?”

Someone misgenders you intentionally or is just being transphobic in general? He’s quick to shut that down. He makes it known that he won’t tolerate any sort of hate speech or such behavior, and especially not towards you. No one is going to test Lord Diavolo on that, either.

#swd obey me #obey me #Trans masc MC #trans mc #om lucifer #om mammon #om leviathan #om satan #om asmodeus #om beelzebub #om belphegor #om solomon #om diavolo #Tw mention of transphobia #Obey me trans masc MC #obey me hc #headcanon #kinda self indulgent im just starving for content i can relate to

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shinygoku · 3 years

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feeling quite self-indulgent today, so am sniffing around to ask if you've had any further edward thoughts? now that you've had a whole extra month down the ttte rabbithole y'know ;)

The lovely lad himself! 💙🚂✨

Always gonna take the chance to Admire this Hodges pic of him <3

As for my thoughts...

...my thoughts haven't really deviated from last month! He's just such a swell, lovable guy!! Though I will say some'a my Takes have actually Intensified since last time so I'll jump in the deep end here and talk about what is probably the hottest and most controversial.

I don't see Edward as an Old Dude!

If anything, I do, in fact, see him as one of the Younger (adult) ones!

i.e. my gijinka of Thomas is hard to definitively age, but I was aiming for early 20's. Like, young enough that I still would look at him irl and be all "Son Boy" but old enough to plausibly have the jobs he would have as a human railway worker type of guy.

I still wanna draw how I'd see Edward ^^; but the notion of him being like, 16 years or so older than Thomas feels perfect somehow. So his design would reflect that assuming I could translate the ideas to lines well enough psshshh

I know Edward is based on an old 19th Century Design. But I'm sitting here in 2021 and if Thomas is an E2 then he's 106. Literal ages aren't a factor in this! Steam Engines are sadly a relic of the past, every single character is old and out of date irl.

"But CatCat," says someone who isn't you, Jobey, "The Railway series was first written in like the 40's and the relative ages made more sense back then, also the earliest stories were Set before they were written!"

Still not really holding water! The ages have consistently been tied to how they behave, how they feel. Sometimes they age across many books but for the most part they seem to be in a temporal stasis when Gordon will always Act older than Thomas in spite of being younger as the Proto-A1 compared to that mini E2. Percy is diagnosed with Baby but is older than all the main cast sans Edward himself! Age Shmage, the numbers these Locomotives care about are what's painted on their sides!

I can understand why some people want to lean into him as being the older, wiser, "ahh I've had a good time of it overall" mentor dude with silver hair and a big comfy armchair by the fireplace, from which he reads thick tomes and drinks tea with a saucer held beneath. And that's great! Everyone is free to have their own take and this is a good archetype that deserves some Love~ 💖

Contrarywise, I see certain people get ridiculously precious about it. "urgh whenever I see Edward looking in his 20's I die inside" type of comments only fill my emergency Spite Gauge, which can give me quite the burst of energy when my preferred interest fuel runs out!

But anyway, I've made up my mind on how I see Edward, and a lot of that is thanks to based Season 1 and how very Boyish he is in the early character building eps.

This is the face of a young man with a quiet impish steak!!

But also, crucially, Edward can still be that mentor figure while not being a wizened Gandalf looking pocket watch in waistcoat wearing old geezer! He can still have several Sons when he's not even 20 years older than any of them!

He has both a Dad and Mentor's Energy, but not an Old Man's. The latter goes to, again Gordon and also Toby (when he's not actively stirring shit at Ffarquhar anyway lol).

What Edward says in canon, one single time, is that he's "Too old to pull a Royal Train". This isn't an indication that he's literally old, but that his make isn't sufficiently flashy and powerful for a visit that's given so much importance.

The other thing that comes up is like "People tell me I'm old fashioned, but I don't care!" ...which is self explanatory! He's told he's old fashioned, not old old! That he's told such because it's not something he himself really thinks about. And that he doesn't put any of his worth to this!

Finally, I guess I gotta debunk things like his creaking in stories like Cows and Old Iron, and Exploit. His basis is what's old about him, not his self. He's also a tremendously hard worker, but humans and engines alike do get worn out through a lot of exertion. He's lucky that whole body parts could be switched out as soon as funds and time are cleared! Ain't these stories set after WW2? So he'd have been On the entire time! Even the hottest new thing woulda been worn out halfway into All That! Exploit had him pull a train that was jam packed when he was originally built for speed over power, and the return journey stacks every element against him short of dropping a tornado on top, any of the engines woulda broke something in those conditions. The point of Exploit isn't that he was weak enough to break, but that he's strong enough to push through it.

...I think that's all the points I wanted to make...

THE TL;DR IS: He can still do the old person-y stuff! Still using a physical diary and reading yellow paged books and tinkering with old watches, listening to Bach and Mozart. He is old fashioned, he just don't let it stop him, baybee! He's a Dad and a wise, trusted, expericened mentor. And also a kindred spirit with Thomas who absolutely feels like a youthful cheeky lad.

And here, after I wrote all that out I tried to draw him again, and I finally got it close to my intentions! 😼✨

#This is TTTE #TTTE Edward #TTTE Talk #TTTE #oh god how many tags do I wanna put here #I was gonna talk about other things here today but this got a bit away from me! but it's all stuff that's been in my head a while #I mentioned Thomas and Gordon a bit buh ehhh not sure enough to tag them as characters lol #Thomas the Tank Engine #Edward the Blue Engine

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milkiijustwrites · 3 years

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Are you still taking requests? Can I please have the DR3 guys reaction to a SO that cries easily when jealous? Thanks! :-)

No problem! You can always check on my pinned post whether I'm taking requests or not :)) and wow this took me a long time

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60+ followers Raffle event coming up! I'll post down the info real quick, please support me! If you want to request me don't forget to check out the pinned post 🥛 Also I'm not very confident of my writing so bare with my grammar 🥛

Shuichi Saihara:

This man definitely starts panicking when you started to shed tears down. He would ask you and gets worried.

When you pouted and turn your head over to another direction, he'll start to sulk, as I mean sulk, I mean he starts to get depressed and start thinking on what did he done wrong.

You couldn't even bare to see him sulk and get depressed, you softly pouted out that you are jealous and continues to be mad at him.

At this time he finally understood why you acted like that, so he would first apologize to you and explain that he didn't know that will make you jealous.

As a very responsible boy like him, he would definitely ask you to forgive him and promise to try to not doing the same mistake again

I MEAN- he's such a small doggy wanting affection and love from you, would you not forgive him?

Afterwards he shows you lots and lots of affection when you're all alone, if you're lucky , he would even gives you kisses!

" I'll make it up for you with a kiss, can I?"

Kaito Momota:

He is a dumbass , he didn't even notice that you are jealous and almost going to cry. He would just continue his day and act like things are fine when they are not-

You couldn't help but to get a bit more frustrated- he doesn't even care you a bit does he?

So when you started to avoid him and not giving any attention to him at the same time, he will starts to worry.

At first, he would ask on what's happening, but out of pride, you didn't tell him and continues to not giving attention to him

At this rate, kaito knew he definitely messed up *SOMETHING* but he just couldn't know what!

With SHUICHI'S help over text, he found out that he actually made you jealous! What an obvious thing to know!

He starts to act sorry around you and begs you to forgive him, he would even secretly prepare things that you like for you to forgive him.

With a lot of tries, you finally forgive him, oh you don't know how much this made him happy!

"I promise you, I won't make you angry any more, alright my prince/ss?

Rantaro Amami:

He would be the first one to notice among all the other drv3 boys, I mean..he had a sister, so he definitely knows how would someone react to when their jealous

He would then first apologize to you and told you that he didn't mean to make you jealous.

But you wouldn't succumb to him, so you continue to pout and turn you figure away from him.

At this rate, Rantaro figured, he had to show you some affection he thought. As so, he grabbed you from behind and pull you into his arms, asking you to forgive him.

And if this is not enough, he would lean closer to your face and offered a kiss as he said that it is for making up to you.

You couldn't handle it, tell me if you could handle it, I'm gonna give you a thumbs up

So you immediately agreed to forgive him and shyly escape from his love and affection

He then let out a soft chuckle as he didn't regret what he just did, such a cute expression, he thought to himself

" if I could see that expression then I might as well make you jealous again ahaha~.."

Kokichi Ouma:

Kokichi... He would notice it pretty early but decides to act like he hadn't notice, he kinda wants to know on what would you react when he didn't comfort you or anything, just curious.

And besides, comforting is not a kokichi thing! A sudden joke to make you smile and laugh, that's the right way to do!

But ... You are kinda frustrated right now.. I mean, you're jealous and you almost going to cry and he just ... Don't give a shit? You couldn't help but actually shed down tears.

He noticed , and starts to think whether he should continue his plan or not, but at last, he couldn't help but ran over to you and comfort you

He apologised and tell you that he actually just wanted to make you happy in a different way and didn't knew it would go like this.

Of course, you decided to tease him as well after hearing wht he had said. So you then started to act angry and frustrated while you turn away from him

This made kokichi sad, he then run towards you and hug you from behind asking you to forgive him. This made your heart warm- JUST IMAGINE THAT

You then stopped teasing him and turn around to hug him, the. You told him that you're not actually mad, it was all just an act.

You guys laughed and make it up...

" Nishishi! You have talent to be a liar too!"

Kiibo:

Kiibo would definitely panic as well, he doesn't know why would you react like that, and why would you cry!

He then stated out all the things he had done wrong- some even not relevant to the situation ... something like he ate your doughnut, he pushed someone into the river by accident-

You tried to hold on to your laughter and told him that it want any of those, it's just you made him jealous and turn away from him

He then stood at where he was, questioning what's a jealous? What does it look like, is it some kind of emotion

You coulve guessed that... And you then walk back to him and explain what he did to make you feel jealous.

He then heard what you stated and imply that he doesn't mean it like that- you guys just make up like that-

But Kiibo still gives you affection though, he said that he had to care you more to understand you better, and that emotion of yours.

So you earned cuddles and kisses when you're at home! Ain't that great!

I'm sure that if he ever makes you jealous again, he would definitely apologize unstoppably-

And you would DEFINITELY forgive him out of cuteness. I can guarantee that

" Pl-please forgive me for I am a dumb robot!"

Korekiyo shinguji:

When he found out that you're crying out of jealousy, he would be the first one to run after you and wrap you in his arms

Apologizing to you, and wipe your tears with his fingers. He know he did something unforgivable. Making you cry , and because of his action? Oh god.. how could this be?!

He would hug you real tight and tell you how sorry he is, as well as asking for forgiveness.he said he understand jealousy too much and hated how it feels so he wouldn't want you to feel that as well

He then would praise on how beautiful you are even if you're crying, ah.. humanity is indeed beautifull, he stated.

You would definetly forgive him, but he seems to take this about too serious- which is a good thing- I assume?

So you decided to calm him down by telling that it's actually fine, he don't need to feel so hurt just because of you crying.

He couldn't believe his ears, you're his favourite and precious thing to him, how would he not feel hurt?

So when you guys went back home, you would have to listen to him explaining how important you are to him, and to not let you feel jealous never again!

" kekeke... For as you know, you are my treasure I will most definitely protect"

And then I ran out of ideas here- damn it

Ryoma Hoshi:

Ryoma would then comfort you as soon as you shed your tears, though you can't see it from his expression, he is really worried about you.

When he found out that his action made you jealous, he explained all and what happened actually to you.

He then stars self-blaming, saying stuffs like he should have been more wary and think about his actions more,

And he would starts to get depressed-

You then stop tearing at hug him , as well as telling him that it's alright, you don't mind that much anyways, and tell him to self blaming as it is not entirely his fault

You guys make it up real quick and Ryoma suddenly let out a soft laugh.

He said that he couldn't be more happy just because you are with him, and you are staying by his side as well

You felt your heart skipped a bit- it's a rare scene where Ryoma smiles! You couldn't help but light up both of your eyes and grab your phone quickly to snap this scene

Ryoma awkwardly smiles as you snap the pic . He then told you that you could always take a pic of him anytime...

"fufu.. fine.. you can take my pictures i guess"

Gonta Gokuhara:

Gonta doesn't know why you cry?! Gonta is confused why you cry! Gonta tries to understand why you cry so Gonta ask.

Gonta ask you, you tell Gonta it's nothing. But Gonta feel like there's something! So Gonta continue asking.

Suddenly, you laughed. Gonta no understand why you laugh, then you say Gonta cute! Gonta no can cute! Gonta is gentleman!

Gonta then tell you Gonta not cute, but you is very cute! Gonta loves to see you laugh! So Gonta don't like you cry!

Gonta see you no cry, Gonta happy.so Gonta give you hugs! Gonta loves hugs with you!

Gonta think Gonta hug you too tight, Gonta sorry. Gonta let go of you now.

"Gonta no love you cry! So Gonta will make you laugh!"

Thank you for reading,! Re-blog and likes are appreciated 💚

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eutaerpe · 4 years

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the escapades (m)

pairing — jimin x reader

genre/warnings— smut (oral, fingering, orgasm denial) & college!au, fratboy!jimin, brief e2l, brief ewb, acr universe

summary — the one where there’s a lot of unresolved sexual tension, until there isn’t.

notes — 8.3k words of the happiness before the storm i couldn’t write. i realised halfway through this there’s a slight plotwise change in comparison to what i wrote in acr so. yeah. sorry. kudos to you if you find it lol

The first time it happens, you’re pretending to be someone you’re not.

You’re sitting near the end of the table, crossing your legs and playing with the hem of your dress, your lips twisted into a frown. The real reason lying behind the simple decision of having a single, almost infinite table of guests doesn’t, in the slightest, cross your mind; why your idiotic brother would see this as a delightful idea really is above you, but you suppose the valuable genes in the family runs all in your DNA.

You’re playing with the table decorations while waiting for the guests to come, and it’s so fucking boring you regret telling Seulgi no, babe, what the fuck - you even shook your head and decided to sound extra mad at the idea - I won’t sneak in weed.

Too bad for you, she had answered, a cute pout on her lips, I’ll give you an hour before you’re bored out of your mind.

The truth hangs above your head, with a sheepish grin: you just needed ten minutes to be absolutely, drastically bored.

In hindsight, sneaking in weed wouldn’t have been the worst idea: your mother is talking to the in laws, gesticulating excitedly at the idea of kids right after marriage. What the fuck, you text Seulgi, at home trying to get out of bed, my brother has been married for an hour and there’s already baby talk going on at the table.

Seulgi

[12.49]

With the baby talk comes the dick talk

You

[12.49]

Oh no the dick talk

Seulgi

[12.50]

man how can you survive your relatives talking about nonexistent boyfriends without my weed, damn???

You

[12.50]

option a: I’ll tell them I’m dating you

Seulgi

[12.50]

we kissed ONE time

You

[12.50]

option b: I’ll tell them I’m in a relationship with Jeon jungkook

Seulgi

[12.50]

bitch we both know you’re not in a relationship with the hottest guy on campus. he has dimples and long hair and piercings. my sources can even confirm he has a big dick. what do U Have

You

[12.51]

i was talking about my vibrator but go off lmao

anyway I’ve had that D ;)

Seulgi

[12.51]

you’re officially cancelled

when did this happen? I can’t believe you’re telling me over text!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You

[12.51]

last semester!!!!! why do you think I’ve named my vib after him!!!!!!

Seulgi

[12.52]

because you’re lusting after him like the rest of us mortals!!!!!!!!!!

You

[12.52]

I’ve upgraded since then. I’ve leveled up. I’ve seen things People Can’t Even Imagine

Seulgi

[12.52]

just say he got u off and go

You

[12.52]

anyway option c: I scare them away by saying controversial things. Id est: I don’t believe in love. I am choosing my partner solely judging their abilities to finger me under a table when people are around. I am secretly lusting after my brother’s wife. I am trying to get impregnated like in The Sims 2 aka I am waiting for that alien dick.

Seulgi

[12.52]

hate to break it to you babe but that’s literally who you are

You

[12.52]

I literally compliment joohyun’s boobs once and this is the treatment I get

Seulgi

[12.52]

are we not gonna talk about your alien dick kink

You

[12.52]

no kink shaming in this house lady

option d: I listen to their complaints and run

Seulgi

[12.53]

option dick

man sorry I meant option d

You

[12.53]

you didn’t

Seulgi

[12.54]

ur right I didn’t

Option e, also known as I’ll entertain the other guests so I don’t have to talk to you, presents itself in the form of one very hot, very ripped young man sporting the most expensive shirt in the room. You’re only human when you admit to yourself, mental sigh, that he ticked all the let’s get y/n horny requirements in less than fifteen seconds.

You can’t believe Joohyun has kept him hidden for so long from you. Such betrayal ends when your brother, Kim fucking Seokjin, hugs him tight and brushes with utter affection the nape of his neck, gracing him with a warm smile and a heartfelt laugh.

You can’t believe Seokjin has kept him hidden for so long from you.

Well. Scratch that. You can.

Suddenly, the ticked requirements disappear and a giant neon sentence with a very cheap background music impose themselves in your head. WHAT A TURN OFF! they read, the neon red words mocking you; you steal a glance at your brother’s acquaintance one more time - one last time - before slipping your phone in your hands and dedicating yourself one more time at your Instagram feed, scrolling through the most recent pics.

(You stumble upon an extremely rare Jungkook selfie, and you hate to admit you spend the following thirty seconds admiring him before tapping twice on the quality content you’ve signed up for when you joined the social)

You suppose that, even though your brother’s friends with fuckboy tendencies are signed off your let’s get to know each other better ;) list, it doesn’t mean the same goes for them.

So, when the dark-haired young man with a jawline sharper than Seulgi’s retorts after her third beer sits next to you, you reckon you shouldn’t be that surprised.

He acts all casual, you notice while discreetly looking at him; he’s busy taking off his jacket and flexing his muscles, all of this while pretending not to notice you, and you find it immensely cute.

Ah, fuckboys.

“Fuck,” he rasps, lips twisted in a crooked smile, “I didn’t think it would be this hot today.”

“Yeah, sorry, the heat is on me.”

He chuckles in disbelief at your words, eyes turning into crescents.

“Right, there’s always the girl stealing the bride’s spotlight at weddings.”

“Oh! That’s me,” you nod enthusiastically, “That’s one hundred percent me.”

“Groom or bride?” He asks, pointing at the couple with his chin.

“What do you think?”

He looks at you funny, pressing his back on the seat, pondering in silence. Cute.

“Bride. One of Bae’s sorority sisters, maybe? You seem too young to be her age, though.”

“Damn,” you exhale, crossing your arms under your chest, “I can’t believe you got it all wrong. The expectations were low, but I’m still disappointed.”

He ducks his head, still smiling. “Then it’s the groom. How do you know Seokjin?”

Your eyes twinkle with excitement at your next words, but honestly, who can blame you? You’re having fun with this lost, cute chick.

“What’s your take, officer?”

He erupts into a laugh, and you drink in his handsome features; fuck you, Seokjin, for being friends with fuckboys only.

“Alright,” he punches the bridge of his nose, scanning the room, which is slowly filling with other guests. “I’m his friend, and I know all of his friends, which can only mean one thing: option a, you’re one of his ex-girlfriends; option b, you’re one of his secret hook-ups; option c, you’re an old friend from high school.”

“Oooh,” you beam, unrealistically intrigued, “You really suck at guessing, don’t you?”

He laughs, passing a hand through his dark locks, messing his perfectly styled hair. “Ok, fair. Which one was the closest, then?”

“Option d, of course.” You nod, relaxing your features into a sheepish grin, “I’m his much more beautiful and smarter sister.”

You exam his face, now twisting into some sort of what the fuck, such betrayal look, and you take in, for the last time – really the last, this time – his attractive, sculptured face, his full lips, the smoothness of his skin. It’s awful and unfair knowing you two won’t cross paths ever again in your lives, but at least you had some fun messing with him before things could worsen.

“I’ll be sitting in the middle of the table, with my family, if you want to avoid me.”

You wink at him for good measure, and you swear to god he blushes.

Half a wine bottle and two flutes of prosecco down, you realise you underestimated your resident fuckboy.

It happens when you’re grabbing your napkin and channelling your dreamy, happy looks towards the newlyweds, dancing in the middle of the room, their eyes gravitating only towards the love of their lives.

You sigh, pouting for the smallest of fractions, when you feel someone sitting at your side.

“You know,” Fuckboy begins, and you picture him licking his lips as he pauses, “Now I get why he never told us anything more than: I’m not an only child.”

“I know,” you exhale, turning to face him, “Seokwon is the real catch of our family. We’re really protective of him.”

“He’s married. With kids.”

“I was there when the twins opened their eyes, thank you.”

“We thought you were either a small kid or a forty years old woman.”

“Wait,” you tilt your head, “How did you know about us then? And who’s we?”

“We dug into his stuff and he caved in, admitting he had a brother and a sister.” Fuckboy looks at you, eyes dark but reflecting the dim lights of the function room, “Us. The frat guys.”

“Right, the fuckboys.”

He looks taken aback by your statement, bewildered, and you take advantage of his reaction to stand up and head away from him. It’s his words that stop you from doing so, though.

“You don’t know us—”

“—except I do know your pledges and your brothers.”

“But you don’t know me.”

“Maybe,” you shrug, “I prefer to steer away from my brother’s friends, though.”

“Right,” he says, tightening his lips in a hard line, almost hurt, “So, who am I to interfere with your judgmental thinking?” He clicks his tongue, then, a resolute exhale slipping past his lips, smothered by his own tingling despair.

The words hurt.

You don’t know what exactly pinched your senses hard, if the tone or the wallowing sadness swimming in his expression, but, as he stands up and leaves, you’re left facing the cold, hard truth.

The words hurt, you hurt, and you feel guilty.

You say nothing, glancing in the direction of the first alcoholic beverage around, and you fill yourself a glass.

Had it been someone else – had it been another sentence, another less sickening scenario, you would’ve felt proud, righteous. You’re, instead, on the other side of the feelings spectrum, all filled with crippling guilt and a nauseous, pervasive feeling you can’t quite name and pin down.

The guests are dancing around you, moving hand in hand to the rhythm of the pop love song now playing; the ballroom is packed when you let your impulsive side make a choice, eyes following the guy’s composed figure. You can drastically feel the sweat, and the heat the people are radiating, when you stand up and move towards him, the only smiling boy passing his glass from a hand to the other.

You’re close enough to tap his wrist and brush your fingers, which you do; it elicits a gasp from him, all soft, not scathing around the edges yet able to bite you, anyway. It’s the guilt, you remind yourself, looking for a sign of some sort of inclination to accept your apologies between the crease of his brows and tight jaw, and everywhere in between.

It’s sickening—this boy didn’t exist four fucking hours ago. It didn’t even cross your wildest dreams, someone like him. His shape – his silhouette – has left a print in your mind, and no matter how hard you try focusing on something else, someone else, your mind keeps going back to the shape itself.

But you’re a coward, so, while he lets you intertwine your fingers, you admit, voice loud: “I wanna dance.”

He handles you properly, kindly, before pushing you in the crowd and brushing your hips with his hands, all rings and jewellery adorning them.

He blinks twice, biting the insides of his mouth, but he manages,

“Who says I wanna dance?”

Which is a bit stupid, or hypocritic if you might, because he’s swaying you to the rhythm of a ballad the pop love song turned into. You break into the smallest of smiles.

“I want to apologize.”

He scoffs. “I don’t know you,” he says, funnily enough, “But that seems almost unlikely, coming from you.”

“Yeah, you got me there, officer. I was, uhm,” you stare blatantly at his neck, and you suppress the desire to stroke your fingers’ pads on his soft skin, “I was out of line. I’m sorry. You were right, I don’t know you. I do know your frat brothers, my own brother, but that doesn’t mean I know you.”

He hums, moving for a small fraction of instants his thumbs on your hips and it’s enough for your breath to catch into your own throat. He nods, which could mean anything, from I accept your apology to go fuck yourself, this is bullshit. You prefer the former option, if you’re being honest, which is the answer you settle for in your head, hazed and absolutely hazed and madly hazed because of his small physical contact.

To put this into the simplest terms, Seulgi’s words, you don’t like this.

“I like dancing,” his eyes tower you and gaze at the other people dancing; you wonder if he’s thinking about them, who they are to you, what role they played in Seokjin’s life, if they’ll show up to your wedding, too. These thoughts popped into your mind unannounced, before, at the table, before the not-really-fuckboy sat next to you and made you feel guilty. Such absurdity; yet here you are, in his arms. Oh god, what would Seulgi think of you if she saw you?

“Good to know, I’m awful at shoulder-hips coordination.”

“Shoulder-hips coordination?” he inquiries, lips parted.

“Uh, body rolls?”

“Oh,” he chuckles, “I see, you mean classy grinding.”

“I don’t do classy grinding, sorry,” you retort, head tilted to a side.

His smile his amused. “Too bad, shoulder-hips coordination is a nice trait to exhibit sometimes.”

“I prefer hips coordination. Well, hips rotation.”

“Hips rotation?”

“Riding? Is the term somehow unfamiliar to you?”

He flushes, biting back a grin and fixing his gaze somewhere in the crowd. How cute.

“Not at all, it’s nice to meet a hips rotation enthusiast here, though.”

“Statistics say at least a member in each family is a riding enthusiast, did you know?”

“Shit, talk dirty to me,” he licks his lips, pointing at Jin with his chin, “Didn’t peg him for a rider, though. Not at all.”

“I’m starting to think you’re not a STEM major, are you? You’re lacking basic intuition, my friend.”

“Is this your attempt of discovering my major?” – he eyes you, a flick of amusement burning in his orbs – “You’re not very smooth, you know?”

“I have my moments.”

He snorts, placing both hands on the small of your back. You’re at height level with the base of his neck, and it’s fun how your mind betrays you in such moments, providing mental images of your nose brushing against his skin, and you nuzzling in the crook of his neck. Such taunting, invasive pictures. Fuck off, you reprimand your own mind, fuck off.

“I’m Jimin.”

“Jimin,” you taste the name on your tongue, hitting the back of your front teeth. “Jin never talked about you. I’m Y/N.”

“Jin never talked about you either.”

“Of course he never did, I’m prettier than he is.”

His little dimples make an appearance. “You know, you could really steal the bride’s spotlight.”

“That was my ultimate goal all along, even though I prefer the dark side.”

“I,” he licks his lips, and you don’t know why you’re following the gesture, “I meant to say you’re beautiful.”

“Oh my god,” you whisper, eyebrows raising, “Are you a charmer?”

“I mean,” he begins, sheepish smile on display, “I never kiss and tell.”

“Touching.” He smirks. “How sweet of you.”

“You know what else is sweet?”

“Please,” you beg, meeting his eyes, “Don’t say my pussy.”

“Please,” he repeats, same mocking tone, “The possibilities are endless. Your mouth,” he scoots closer, words whispered on the shell of your ear, “Your mouth around my dick,” he almost nibbles your ear, “Your mouth screaming my name.”

“My pussy,” you add, trying not to lose your mind.

“I would never call sweet something I’ve not tasted.”

He raises a brow.

“Are you offering? You’re not very smooth, you know?”

He ignores the last question, tightening his grip. “In the middle of your brother’s wedding? Seokjin’s wedding? I’m not a dick, even though you sitting on my face would be a sight to see.”

“Right?” your voice doesn’t falter for a second, “That’s what I always say”

“Nice to see how we’ve got much in common. But I was thinking of something else, actually—” His face is once again inches away from yours, ear to mouth, hot breath fanning over you bare neck. “I wanna finger you.”

Oh.

“Under the table. Right behind you. Wanna make you whimper.”

It’s almost like being tongue-tied, fumbling for words, body flushing, but you gather somewhere the strength to form an actual sentence, which makes him smirk devilishly.

“I can be very quiet.”

He pokes his tongue into his cheek. “Bet you can’t keep your pretty mouth shut.”

“When I win,” you say, lying your words on an unrealistically high vote of confidence, even for yourself, “What do I get?”

He licks his lips, slow, savouring the moment. “You get to ride my face.”

“Not your dick?”

“I’m not a fuckboy, baby.”

A comeback of some kind is already on your tongue, but – there’s a kiss somewhere in the following seconds, all wet and tingling and perhaps filled with too many lip bites, but he can’t really blame you when you’ve been brushing your thighs together for the past minute, heat pooling down your belly. It’s enough for you to silently pledge for more, and for him to tease, because he takes a step back, smirk in place and lips reddened, and guides you towards his seat at the end of the table with a hand on the small of your back.

Downhill begins as soon as you sit down, legs barely parted, a minimum space not fitting for his plans, apparently, because the crease between Jimin’s eyebrows grows when he nudges them apart with his hand, the cold metal of his rings cooling down your flushed state. You want to gasp at the sudden intrusion, but the sound is swallowed entirely by his hot mouth on yours, distracting once again, incredibly soft and alluring. This kiss is slow, this time, like he’s taking his time tasting you and learning about the hums he draws out of you, the shyness of your previously biting tongue, and how fast you get lost in the kiss itself. You press a chaste kiss on his mouth, before creaking a space between you.

“I’m starting to think you’re all bark and no bite”

He doesn’t answer, but stares into your eyes with his hooded gaze, and he manages to sneak a hand furtively under your dress not breaking the contact. His skin is warm, but you’re warmer, and his destination is even hotter. He cocks his head, fingers brushing against the soaked, sticking material you used to call panties up until fifteen minutes ago, and he must notice—his eyes grow wider, his jaw tightens and his hand gains courage.

Fuck. This should be embarrassing, getting worked up over dirty innuendos and a kiss or two, but you’re instead feeling flushed and more. More sensitive. More open to the idea of him ruining you, even though that’s not what he’s offering. Or— is he?

The question lies unanswered when his digits rub with a sparkled intensity over both your clothed sex and your inner thighs. It’s a continuous, mellifluous melody, his fingers dancing between the two until he settles on your panties only, and that’s when you almost let out a soft moan; you don’t, he raises his brow, challenging, but you don’t, and instead glance around to notice if someone has his eyes on the both of you, sitting in the furthest region of the fucking smart, endless table.

He raises the stake, flushed: Jimin pushes your panties on one side, petting with his index your exposed self, and you suck in a breath. He continues to do so, face still, closing the distance between you two.

You don’t question the sudden kiss, instead you angle your face and close your eyes and let him press his lips on you. This feels like being drunk, or high, stretching underneath a sky dripping with stars. You cup his face with your hands, his lips so terribly soft and inviting, the smallest of smiles meeting your own chapped and curved upwards lips.

It’s when you’re merely inches away from him that he thumbs at your clit, sensitive and tingling, circling with utmost peace and no speed whatsoever. You pout at little, you realize, which makes him melt either cause of your cute frown -oh, how the tables have turned- or simply because he’s the devil himself, pressing a finger against your entrance and delving it into your heat.

“Cute,” he purrs, kissing you, “Is this okay?”

The crude, hot, nerve-wracking fingering has begun, which makes you, quickly enough, putty in his hands and ablaze with ardour for this man whose rasping voice could kill you.

“Yeah,” you breathe on his mouth, eyelids drooping closed, “Yeah, all good.”

You hum to yourself as he starts pressing kisses on your jaw and your neck, a trail of treacherous flames lighting up your skin, and you have the audacity to sigh under his ministrations, a tiny, strained sound not quite a mewl.

If he hears, he doesn’t show it. You’re biting your own lip when he enters a second finger, filling your searing emptiness.

“Want three?” he asks, voice husky and as desperate as you are under his touch. He adds it when you nod, the squelch louder than before, and you moan, rocking your hips against his fingers.

“Shh, baby,” he coos, placing his other hand on your hips, slowing your movements, “Be a good girl.”

He fucks you deep, fast, fingers clashing against the silky dress you’re wearing and sweat sparkling on his forehead. He swallows another moans of yours, sucking your bottom lip and tugging it between his teeth. You’re close. You’re so close, and it’s only been a couple minutes. You can’t hear anything that isn’t your wet pussy clenching around his fingers, his rhythm ruthless and burning.

“Too bad you’re not coming on my fingers, today,” he says before kissing your neck and emptying your dripping pussy, then proceeding to taste and lick his own fingers in his mouth. He lets them out with a small pop, and it’s the most terrifying sight you’ve ever had in front of your almost watering eyes. “I’m sorry I won the bet, though, your pussy is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.”

That’s the high and dry story of how you first met Jimin.

The second time it happens, it’s under completely different circumstances, and, substantially, against your every predictions, it really happens. It takes place, like a once in a lifetime event: there’s an orgasm involved, not due to the very charming and never disappointing Jeon jungkook the robotic version, and instead it involves a rather attractive asshole with a persistent smirk plastered on his face.

Except it’s a lot more complicated than what it sounds, and most of it is Seulgi’s fault.

Your roommate had pouted all evening, because that’s what semi adults do when they’re denied a companion for the night.

“I just wanna get wasted. It’s been one hell of a month, and you know how I get when I’m stressed.”

“I can suggest you a vibrator and a bottle of vodka. Do you settle for that, your honor?”

“The more you talk like this,” all self-absorbed and assertive and cautiously, like when talking to a kid, she begins, hands in her long, mahogany hair, “the more I just wanna push you up against the wall.”

“Sounds to me you just wanna get laid.”

“Maybe I do,” she huffs, hands on her hips, the light of your abat-jour highlighting her golden skin. “Maybe I don’t. What I know is that I wanna get wasted. Come with me, pretty please?”

“Look,” you raise your eyes from the book you’ve been holding, stretching a leg onto the unmade bed of yours, “I just wanna get this fucking paper done. I need,” you grip the phone on the bed table, checking for the white, large numbers on your lock screen, “an hour. An hour and half to edit it and I’m all yours.”

“This paper is due on Thursday, though.”

“Yeah, but I have a reputation to uphold in the family. Have to be the most beautiful and successful.”

“You’re full of shit,” are her last words, muttered with a smile as she grabs her jacket.

“Hey,” you call, stretching your neck towards her, “I don’t care if it’s two am and you’re already wasted. Call me and I’ll come to you with a whole bottle of vodka to make it up to you. Hell, I’ll even kiss you goodnight.”

“I don’t wanna make out with you, you freak.”

“You didn’t say that last time, baby!”

Seulgi

[2.13]

wassup bitch

make out with meeeeeeeeeeeeee

[location shared]

com n get me littl nuggrt

Not Sober Seulgi is probably the worst Seulgi you have ever dealt with. You let out a sigh, eyeing the frat dorm all lit up and vibrating to the trashy trap music the insiders are jamming to.

Of course, when it comes to Not Sober Seulgi, there’s boys involved. Frat boys involved. At first, you don’t pay attention to the details, the signs, surrounding you like blinding traffic lights signalling stop stop stop, all red and striking. The thought doesn’t cross your mind, the dots connecting in some hidden part of your brain not making your insides short circuit—instead you’re knocking on the door, then banging on the very wooden entrance until a face shows up; the dorm is dimly lit, and the face is partially lightened by a soft, hued red and, that, too, Future You pinpoints, should have been a sign.

It’s useless, anyway, because you hear the insider talk and you’re burning instantly, like after touching a steaming, hot cup of coffee, except that bitter coffee is still good coffee. Smug Jimin plus bitter you isn’t really sweet, nor a match made in heaven. It’s chaotic, a caustic explosion, and you both know it, judging from the sharp smile he offers you, after blinking lazily at your figure.

“This is a mixer party only,” his soothing voice welcomes you, “Do you have an invite?”

You press your tongue on your teeth, mouth carefully closed.

“Yeah, from Hell, I’ve come to take a fallen angel.”

“Sorry to break it to you, oh-kind-lady, but we didn’t give any invite to poor, damned souls.”

“Too bad I don’t give a fuck about your policies, then,” you move towards the small space between the door and Jimin’s body, but he interferes, placing himself right between the two. “Look, I don’t give a single fuck about this party.”

“Yeah, it sure looks like it.”

You roll your eyes. “My friend is here. She’s most certainly not sober and I’ve come to pick her up. That’s it. Do you think I want to be here, among these drunk, perverted jocks?”

He turns around, stretching his neck, his eyes darting through the crowd, inhibited by alcohol, smelling like cheap beer and weed. The moment his eyes bore into yours, though, it’s terrifying; it’s a rustled reminder of Seokjin’s wedding Jimin, and you don’t like it. You loathe it. You dread it.

“Maybe only some of us.”

He tips his head, lips curving into a timid, small smile, and you tear your gaze from his lips in a heartbeat.

“Yeah, keep dreaming of it. I just want my friend back.” You point your chin towards the amalgam of drunk party animals, “I’ll leave you to your immensely interesting activities, then.”

“What if,” he begins, “You don’t. Or—even better scenario, you leave with me.”

“Best case scenario, I leave with my friend. You stay here.”

“What’s the worst-case scenario, then?”

You cock a brow at him, crossing your arms on your chest. “I leave with my friend, you stay here. Sometime before me leaving, you’re punched. Or kicked. I don’t know. There’s a high chance I’ll throw a drink on you.”

“That implies you’ll be here long enough to grab a drink, doesn’t it? And you don’t have to ruin my shirt to get me naked, babe. Just ask nicely.”

You huff, and you’re mildly tempted to shove him against a wall. Or ruin him. Not in the funny way. More like the high and dry way, the one he knows so well. “I changed my mind, I’ll kick you.”

“Ask nicely?” His teasing tone makes your cheeks flush, and you hope the shitplace with subdued lightening can cover it. His expression shifts into an arrogant one, full smirk and little dimples out, so your cute guess is that he can see. He sees his effect on you, albeit completely unwanted and full of hatred from your side, and he enjoys it. Actually lulls in it, letting out a small laugh which, in turn, makes his eyes turn into crescents, all warm and cute—all things he’s not. All things you know he’s not.

“Ask nicely,” you repeat, rolling the words on your tongue, “Okay, babe. Let’s do this, babe. What do you want from me, babe?”

“Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe the answer is you?”

“Yes, actually,” you sigh, fingers brushing his neck, face comically close to his perfect, chiselled one, “That’s exactly what I thought when you stopped fingering me.”

“Right,” Jimin has the audacity to smile, craning his neck as if to close the distance between you in order to meet you for a kiss, “I’m a man of word, thought. You should be impressed.”

“I’m pretty sure the only thing that’s impressed is your face under the orgasm denial definition. Google it, babe, I guarantee you the meaning comes with your name and a brilliant review of one star.”

“Unlike you.” He licks his lips, eyes on your pretty pink ones, smeared with venom, “You’re not coming.” He explains, to further ignite your rage.

“And whose fault is that, babe?”

Jimin nuzzles into your neck, cupping your other cheek with his rough palm, and his thumb stills on your throat, right where your breath is stuck. He adds pressure on it, lips fondling your burning skin, his usual smirk plastered on them.

“Let me make it up to you.”

“You’re not fucking me,” you spit back, mouth now millimetres away from his, gently inviting you to kiss it, and cherish it, and biting it until you’re satisfied with the hot result.

“I’ll eat you out? Until you come.” He hums. “You’ll come.”

His voice is a mere strangled sound, wanting and dripping with need, and you snap out of it with a small smile.

“Nice offer,” your smile is wicked as you scrape his nape with a feathery touch, the slow movement rousing a flutter in your lower belly. “But get in line, babe.”

His shell-shocked face is the last thing you see before you fulfil the let’s rescue Seulgi! party.

(“Why do you smell like softener?” Seulgi sniffs you, arms looped loosely around your neck, eyes completely shut down. It’s a nice sight, all things considered. You’re no angel, no saint, no perfect person, but you’re a nice friend, and that’s probably the most Seokjin trait you recognize in yourself. It’s your shared apartment, and it’s past 3 am and you’re the one good friend who keeps her promises. “It’s strawberry vodka, you heathen.”)

The line turns out to be a real line, queue line, let’s get this coffee line, which, well. How can one word it, how can one phrase it fully catching the irony of it all, the distinctive je ne sais quoi of life without—

“Nice to see you here.”

It’s the perfect set for a rom-com, you notice, taking in the warm scenery around you. What else can one dream of, right? The campus coffee shop, the campus hot not-really-but-also-kinda fuckboy Jimin, partial jock to give him credit, full time attractive idiot with a tendency for orgasm denial. Really.

“What are the chances?” You exhale, voice devoid of emotions. For the sake of your parents’ integrity, you suppose, because they raised no impolite woman, of course, you turn around to face the angel-like human being, black hair partially covering his forehead, little dimples on full display. That’s—that is lack of integrity, or indecency or au-fucking-dacity. It might as well be a mix of the above-mentioned possibilities, all fitting and nurturing you because he’s gorgeous. He’s handsome. Jimin’s the most attractive human being you’ve ever seen in your life, and it’s not fair.

(Beside the fact that you’ve lived with Kim Seokjin, for fuck’s sake)

He pokes his own cheek, and you bask into the otherworldly scenario that takes place right in front of your caffeine deprived eyes. It’s a sight for sore, soft eyes, and it’s the end of the world as you know it, because it’s morning, too early to properly function like a normal human being, but there he is. There he is, Jimin, channelling his inner boyfriend material aura, oozing off boyfriend smell, nice, fresh, aftershave smell, rocking a stupid sweater and the messiest black mop of hair.

It’s honestly a tragedy, and you won’t stand for it. You will make a move—

“You’re squinting your eyes, like, real tight. Are you alright?”

Just ogling you, your drowsy mind offers, the fucking cheater.

“Yeah,” you reply, swallowing a lump in your dry throat, “Just need coffee. A latte. Anything.”

You move forward in the queue, and as you blink you realize it’s your turn, until it’s not anymore. Jimin carefully and gently moves you out of the way, brushing with the softest touch your side.

“A latte and an iced americano, please.”

The sweetened order for two turns into a hushed thank you, a tipped smile, a flutter of you heart. It’s drinks still half full, his curious gaze darting on your lips, your defences down. It’s unfair, because in a hot second all this pent-up tension shifts into a light, chaste kiss, your back pressed against the coffee shop’s restroom; your chest heaves under his tantalizing make-out session with your neck, followed by his frantic lips pressing on yours, his tongue licking lazily into your mouth, a gasp easing its way out of your warm and eager mouth. It’s a hot-blooded supercut, each frame announced by a starving moan, a content sigh, and, before you realise it, you’re on your bed, Jimin hovering on top of you.

It’s Saturday morning, you hum to yourself, fingers sliding into his hair, all’s in check. There’s a warm body slumped on yours, his tongue swerving on your lower lip and his hips shyly bucking between your open legs. Your panties are drenched, you can feel his hard on through the jeans and, really, all’s in check.

He nudges your nose with his. “Lemme eat you out.”

The answer lies sitting on the tip of your tongue, right next to an obnoxious remark that you hope will rile him up enough for him to rip your underwear, which you definitely won’t complain about. However, the words don’t come out, they slur in your craving mouth the second he gets up and shoves you toward the end of your unmade bed, spreading your naked legs open with his calloused palms.

“Nice skirt,” he comments, voice a rasp, eyeing the drenched, lilac underwear, skirt at this point gone up to cover your stomach. “I just want…”

He shuffles closer, enough for you to feel his hot breath on your core, and that’s when Jimin pulls the panties on a side, teasing you with little licks to your entrance. You’re responsive, too eager for anything to quench your thirst that you sigh happily at the barest of actions, gripping strands of his hair. Jimin chuckles, engulfing the throbbing clit in his mouth in one go and drawing desperate moans out of your cute, devilish mouth.

“Fuckboy move,” you emit, voice cracking at the pressure of his warm mouth, “Oh, oh. Fuck…”

He replies flattening his tongue on your core, then licking and lapping against your dripping folds. Jimin positively glows at the cries you let out, face slobbering with your arousal while driving you insane, fucking with his tongue like his life depended on it. It’s almost a spiritual experience, a crescendo of wails and sobs, his face drown in your pussy and his tongue paying reverence to your approaching orgasm. He can feel it in the way you writhe, in his hand splaying over your stomach, keeping you still while he eats you religiously, forehead beaded with sweat.

You come with a trembling hand in his hair, the other flicking your bare nipple, back slightly arched and a lewd mewl; Jimin takes in the way your body trembles, your breath all staggered because of him, and the sight alone is enough for him to cum in his pants with a grunt, completely untouched.

The second time it happens is, coincidentally, the first time Jimin knows there’s no turning back from this.

Complicated is a big word when it comes to relationship, you reckon, emitting something akin to a gasp, truly soap operas worthy material, but, for the first time in your life, you decide to name it this way.

Being with Jimin is… complicated, for starters. Especially because you’re not with Jimin, in the strict, relationship-wise meaning. He knows your favourite colour (“Why the fuck you only own purple underwear?” “It’s lilac, dick, watch your mouth.” “Watch your own mouth, babe. You’re the one on your knees.”), your favourite food (“But you like having your mouth stuffed with my cock, honey.” You sigh, blushing. “First of all, I’m talking about real food. That amazing steak kind of food—“

“I’ll show you real meat, babe.”

“Gross. Gross. How can I cancel the last five seconds of my life?”

“Come here, Jared, nineteen,” he half smiles, tilting his head, “I’ll get us fries.”), your favourite movie (“We can’t get each other off every time your ugly paper cap fits—oh,” you suck in a breath, Jimin flicking his tongue on your turgid nipple, “oh, god, don’t stop.”), your best friend’s name (“I condone you dicking her so good she sometimes cries, you know, I just don’t when I’m in the room next to hers and all I can hear is my best friend trying to formulate a single coherent word but failing because you’re pounding her mercilessly into the mattress.” Jimin chuckles, grabbing his jacket before holding the doorknob. “She begged, Seulgi.”)—so what? It’s not like you sat down and decided not to ask each other dumb questions, so that you could find out in the funny, kinky way. For fuck’s sake, you didn’t even decide on anything, didn’t even talk about talking, because the relationship related shit didn’t even cross your mind.

It’s even quite fucking hard for it to cross it, because half the time you’re together you’re either both naked – except for the time he pleaded for the tartan mini to stay – or stuffing your mouth with food—because, if there’s something you’ve learned after one too many hook-ups with him is that this kind of sex requires strength. Like, actual, physical strength, if we’re not talking about the this test is draining me please fuck me until I can’t walk sex. Which, yeah, 10/10 would recommend. That was the day Seulgi decided to invest in ear plugs while muttering capitalism, here I come.

You also came.

Funnily enough, guess who also came. Not in the funny, kinky way. Think about the grossest thing, imagine the beyond the bounds of possibility, sprinkle it with Jimin earnestly shoving his dick down your throat, stir it with a poor Taehyung brushing his teeth next to the both of you, a step away from the shower, and serve it on the most expensive plate in the kitchen, a recipe not approved by Kim Seokjin.

Yeah, you mentally roll your eyes, licking your lips clean, at eye-level with your sorta enemy with benefits’ pretty dick: the married brother of yours, former fratboy, taller than your current will to live.

In hindsight, maybe it is Seokjin’s fault. Once you’re married, you’re supposed to be committed to the cause, and sometimes, an angry little crumb in you finds the audacity to speak, the cause is made up of your four walls: ergo home, ergo your married life, miles away from the absurdity that once filled his university days. You’re being hypocritical, you realize, skin wet, body trembling. In the simplest, most hedonistic terms, you’re done with the chaos in this fraternity and just wished that hooking up was easier. It’s more than a stolen orgasm, a random spur of pleasure and free de-stresser; it’s also something not quite like art but just as peculiar. Sex with Jimin is more than nice, more than a fast rummage of clothes on the floor and panties teared, or condoms stuffed in every single pocket of his jacket.

It should also be noticed that it’s been one hell of a stressful week, okay, which means that it’s one of those times you seek for naked intimacy, in its least literal meaning. You’re looking for something sure, something silent, something earnest. Jimin gives you that in the simplest of forms, in the easiest of ways. It’s not fair for your brother to come unannounced and burst into the house with his adorable laugh and love for his own brothers. Way to ruin the moment, bro.

Jimin blinks attentively when Taehyung laughs, clapping his hands all happy and following the elder’s voice outside the bathroom.

“I’m getting you my clothes.”

“Wait, what?”

His lips part just enough for his tongue to wet them, and your eyes follow in silence the gesture.

“I mean,” he starts, grabbing a towel, “You either come out with me from this bathroom or you don’t.”

He’s concise, yet harsh, words uttered with those soft lips yet are just as hot as a slap in your face. He’s telling the truth, but you soon find out you don’t really like it.

There’s something abrupt and severe in those chosen words, so well picked out because they’re not meant to hurt, but at the same time they’re so worrying. So terrible, practically as hard as a punch in your guts.

You either come out of the bathroom with him — you had been blowing minutes before, hadn’t you? Quite the intimacy, huh? — or you don’t. You stay behind. Different rooms, a whole door to separate you while he’s out with the people he cares about.

Seems legit, but. It’s unfair. You know Jimin isn’t choosing for you, but it’s obvious he’s inclined towards an option between the two, and you’re terrified to discover whether it’s his own desire pushing or what he thinks you want.

You, instead, push the thought aside when you nod, taking the towel from his hands and covering your body from this terrific half hook-up.

Because that’s what it is—that’s what you are.

It dawns upon you like a cold breeze hitting your face in full December, suddenly, and that’s when you realize winter is near. In your mind, this hooking up scenario seemed nicer. Sounded softer, a cute bubble moving slowly in the air.

But now—well, now the bubble has burst, and it feels wrong, and this unexpected wrong doesn’t feel right in your chest, and that’s the story of how you leave the house escaping from his window, in his clothes, with vision blurred by hot, stupid, idiotic tears.

Seulgi is the first one to notice, and, obviously, the first one to speak.

“Something’s been bothering you,” she says, head tilted in a way that’s supposed to be emphatic and worried but comes off as stiff and terrified. “Care to share?”

It’s just a wholesome amount of terrifying stuff, isn’t it? First the shower incident, now Seulgi’s ways not working around you anymore. What’s next? Avoiding Jimin for a whole week? Blocking his number? Losing the smart and beautiful title to your obnoxious brother?

You wouldn’t be surprised, really. Shit like this always happens at the same fucking time.

“It’s nothing. A stressful couple days, maybe? Or maybe I’m getting sick. There’s a guy always coughing during Physics. Maybe it’s his fault, who knows.”

Seulgi unlocks her phone, an unreadable gaze studying you. She gives up a second later, though, her weak maybe reaching your ears when you’ve already looked down on your book.

One simply cannot be annoyed because of a half hook up. Christ. You deserve better than that. You have some dignity left, tainted by everything that’s not Jimin and his harsh, stupid words.

So, your mind offers, while you squint your eyes, I suppose there’s nothing else you could do about it.

Nothing else besides acknowledging it and moving on.

Sounds like a plan. A fireproof plan, an escape plan, something detailed and precise. Planned to work out smoothly; planned to be executed without pain or mistakes.

It’s seven sharp when he knocks, takeout in his left hand, eyes bulging because it’s fucking freezing outside.

“It’s fucking freezing, what the fuck.” He says out loud, indeed. What he receives as an answer is the sound of your tongue clicking, the biggest amount of interest you’ve shown towards him the whole week. He would finally exhale, weren’t it for the fact that this is still pretty traumatic, because if there’s something he’s learned while orbiting around you, is that you’re constantly awake and aware of your surroundings. Your body language says that you pay attention to him, or Seulgi, or whoever you’re talking to. You follow the guy with your eyes, and you listen and nod in all the right places during a conversation, and you search for his dark gaze when he’s fucking you in the dimly lit bedroom, the bed creaking under your sweaty sex making. He’s not admitting it, he never will, and he’ll pretty much deny this to everyone who will ask but: there’s something hot about it. Something burning with the way your body reacts to him, when your eyes follow his actions, while your voice falters when he fucks you right, and it somehow pushes him to the edge every time. It’s the equivalent of Jungkook getting a boner in the gym while catching girls and boys drooling at him, except he’s talking about you and your crazy moans, your magic aura.

And yes, okay, fucking blame him, the realization alone made him jerk off in his room like a teen, twice, yesterday. That’s a fact. That’s barely a fact, alright? This is a truth; a statement soon forgot by the knowers. Obviously.

You look spent, he thinks, if he had to choose a word, dared by some arrogant deity to define the current mess you were. He glances at your barely done ponytail, at the tiredness written all over your face. He takes in your baggy sweater, your quiet beauty, knowing this is gonna be one of those nights you take a step back.

He doesn’t say anything though, instead he brushes the hair on your forehead, not even making contact with your skin.

You grab the bag from his hands, shivering instantly and hoping he doesn’t read the signs. They’re—they’re there, you know, you’re collecting them slowly, one after another, grabbing one and looking cautiously for the following one, hoping it’s not there. Hoping it doesn’t exist.

You exhale a sigh, disguising it as cough, a noise, something distracting Jimin from his silent staring, which is, funnily enough, loud and cacophonic.

“Hungry,” you state, the single word weighting more because of the soft pout on your lips. Jimin hates that he knows what it means, that it’s gonna be just the two of you this time, no chill whatsoever, no bodies touching and melting against each-other. He’s not complaining, what the fuck, he’s not an idiot. He’s not even mad, he’s just—accepting, on a level. This is the point of no return, he guesses, following you on the couch and admiring the laptop’s screen reflected on your face.

He doesn’t say anything when you search for Brooklyn 99 on Netflix, because he’d say everything, otherwise. He’d mumble something along the lines of this feels real, we could do this all the time, or, worst of all: I like this. I like you.

So, in order: he tugs at your sleeves and scoots you closer to him, and you say absolutely nothing at the gesture. He’s ecstatic on the inside, partially terrified, mostly delusional. He pretends he’s something more when you lean on him, the slightest pressure of your head on his shoulder. He cares zero fucks about the show when he’s breathing your scent in and feels how warm you are and shuts his eyelids down when he pictures you adoring him. Liking him. Liking him a whole lot more—

He’s fucked, he realises, hours later, when you doze off and he has to carry you to bed, something you claim of loathing, which—what on earth. It’s an unfathomable absurdity, that’s what it is.

“You can stay.”

His voice falters. “What?”

You cough, eyes closed as you speak sinful words: “The night, I mean. It’s fucking freezing outside.”

His lips form a small o, and it’s hot all of a sudden. “Alright,” he manages, staring at you on your bed, hands fidgety and heartbeat accelerated for some reason, “Make space for me. Hey, fucker. I’m serious. Let me in.”

You do.

(to be continued. ily)

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bella-donna418 · 3 years

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I’m gonna get attacked lol

fiOfficially sacrificing my dignity for this.

Also this check this out because it’s basically everything I say here lol and no, I’m not after credit—but I want to state some of my opinions/thoughts where I’ll use that tweet as my reference.

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Let’s get this done with.

So I was actually rereading the manga all over again, especially the arcs where season 4 that consists of 16? episodes won’t be able to cover.

Will be talking about 122, 137 and 138 (since I’ll be setting them as my reference points for the manga panels)

I love to ask myself questions, but I came upon myself asking;

“What does Ymir want?”

Yes I know that she does want freedom, but thing is;

“What does she really want?”

So imma do a take on this.

(I’m not as big brain as anyone lol srsly I’m already failing at school—but here I am)

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In my POV, what I think she wants is what life is.

Like what does life bring? Why is living life important?

It’s as if she’s asking;

“What do they mean when they say, “Live your life to the fullest?”

In her timeline, growing up in a nature with cruelty and selfishness becoming a norm for people, she starts to slowly see that life is cheap and it could easily be thrown away as long as someone with enough power could do so.

Loving was impossible in such nature.

But one thing seemed to have an impact on her.

A couple kissing, showing their love for each other.

This quite changed her perspective about life, regarding love or feelings for someone.

It was possible.

That no matter how cruel this world is, love will show the beauty of itself.

Because of course, when reading love stories or watching romantic movies we’d see it as beautiful (not all of us, I mean I, myself, find them cringy lol jkjk)

For her, even if it’s just a plain couple kissing, it was big enough to let her know that such thing exists no matter the nature of the world—whether cruel or not.

But let’s take a look at her backstory where she had quite the opposite of what she wants where she waited 2000 years for someone or some people to show her.

1. Freedom (What is its value?)

They said she was “free”, but it turns out it wasn’t freedom at all. She was only used as a tool for people to practice hunting. She was still a slave, a tool to be used for something.

2. Purpose/Meaning of life (Why were we all born?)

In this one, in her times after she got her titan powers, used as a tool for war to crush Marley, she became pregnant and bore the king’s child.

This is why when Maria (assuming it is because it looks like it) was born, she didn’t smile.

She’s probably wondering, “Whats the purpose of being born? To grow up and multiply? To have something to keep living for? Then die?”

Where this was also said by Zeke to Armin:

But I also wonder what Kenny meant by here:

The “something” he said must be what purpose is.

Maybe for Ymir, the reason why she kept going must be because she kept following King Fritz’ orders in order to try to live.

Even when King Fritz was gone, she continued following orders from descendants that were from the bloodline of royal blood (Fritz/Reiss is basically the same thing)

(Ok I just love Kenny lol)

3. Love (What is unconditional love?)

Something King Fritz never showed to her.

She was only a concubine, a low-class for him.

Not his wife—not even a queen to rule by his side.

(Pic also connected to no. 2 lol)

For him, she was still a slave.

Not someone to share mutual feelings with.

Also connecting this no. 2, the king said, “Rise. Work. That is why you were born.” which is clearly her PURPOSE for him and which became her mindset.

(Gurl even she got that titan power, she could never defy him)

~~~

For 2000 years, she must’ve been seeking for the true meaning behind the 3 I have mentioned, why she longed for someone to show them.

For her to see or even experience it herself.

Even watching and knowing what it is will do for her.

Which now brings me to EMA, what they’ve done to show her the meaning of the three.

1. Freedom

My favorite guy, Eren Freedom Yeager—

Anyway, of course the one to show the meaning of freedom will be Eren (too obvious man)

But how did he show it?

Looking back to 122, he clearly said these which made Ymir finally make her first ever choice out of free will.

No she doesn’t want to end this world nor does Eren want to (don’t take their words and actions literally)

“You’re no slave.”

She wasn’t a slave out of her choice, it was their system from before that brought her to being one.

“You’re no god.”

When she got her titan powers, it’s as if she was a walking goddess who had a choice to crush Marley out of the Eldian king’s prayers or something.

Basically if you prayed and prayed (depends on any religion if you do this, BUT for me, this is what I do lol) you’ll get your wish.

And his wish was to crush Marley using her power.

Which she clearly did making her look like a goddess or something in the range.

“You’re just a person.”

Now this.

This is when Ymir finally got what she also longed for, someone to treat her as a human, not a tool to win wars, not to be a tool to use to bear the king’s children.

What was something Eren gave her to have be described as “showing her what freedom is”?

Eren gave her the right to choose whether to stay or end it all.

Knowing Ymir would still need an order to do so (idk I assume it again lol), Eren decided to order her to have her own free will and decide for herself. (Violet Evergarden intensifies)

And of course, since she was asked and given the right to choose, she picked the one where she feels like a better choice—end it all.

“You must have been waiting all this time. Waiting 2000 years just for someone.”

Yes, Eren. She’s been waiting 2000 years for you to show her what the value of freedom is and what it is like to decide on your own instead of following orders.

Her reaction to it.

It was a reaction of being glad that finally, after years of waiting, someone finally understood her and treated her as a human—someone who doesn’t see her as a tool to do something—not a fodder.

She finally understood the value of freedom, what it’s importance to life is.

So she could choose things she’ll regret the least or what she thinks is the right call in a situation.

2. Purpose/Meaning of life, what makes it beautiful?

In this one, let’s recall 137.

Armin and Zeke’s conversation.

So while Armin and Zeke while talking to each other about what is life’s purpose and all those stuff—I’m assuming Ymir was listening to their conversation.

And maybe it wasn’t only Zeke who realized this, but Ymir as well.

That even if times could be cruel and you’d rather be doing the same thing, as long as it makes you happy, you’d still find yourself smiling despite being hurt by the world.

Since I assumed Ymir was listening to this, she finally understood that even something as simple and meaningless to others, as long as it meant something for you, it deserves to be cherished even if it were simple and boring to the eyes of others.

She finally understood another thing that makes life beautiful.

It’s the memories you made and cherished that could be your strength to move on and how life deserves to be seen all throughout—even if the world despises you.

That you set the purpose of your life, not others, because you have the freedom to do so.

She might’ve not experienced this, but at least she heard it from someone who did and what their thoughts about it were.

3. Love

And then this.

Something that she also wanted to see for herself.

She wanted to know if it was indeed possible to love in this cruel world.

If you can still love someone who decided to let you go to become a monster for others.

And with a simple act such as “kissing” (ignore the fact it’s a severed head gfdi), it made her believe that through life, you could find someone to share mutual feelings with, to love someone.

And how it’s not easy to live life without someone to love.

Because a loved one is your source of strength.

Your motivation to anything.

And this exactly made her smile.

She saw it herself, unconditional love.

Even if they became a monster—or is a monster—as long as you love them, you’d be able to forgive them and show them that for you, they’re a human.

~~~

Let’s see what Ymir did after getting things she have longed for.

So since Eren showed her what it’s like to decide for your own, she helped him by lending her power to him.

For Armin, he showed/told her that life itself has a meaning and purpose and that is yours to decide what it would be, and the beauty of the memories you cherished.

Therefore, she helped him by letting past titan shifters fight with them in order to stop the rumbling.

But what would she do for Mikasa? Since she’s smiling, I assume it was because she finally completed the puzzle she’s been trying to solve ever since.

And it was about what life truly is and why people were born in the first place.

Manifesting my answer would be on ch.139 of what she’d do for Mikasa.

~~~

Goodbye my dignity I did something so dumb I’m embarrassed.

#shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot #attack on titan #snk spoilers #why tf did I do this #ymir fritz #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger #istg this is dumb #correct me if I'm wrong #nvm i'm always wrong lol #this don't make any sense owo

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steves-on-a-plane · 3 years

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At The Start...

Words: 1625 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Request: “Maybe a Bucky one. Where the girl is an office worker at the Stark compound and every time he sees her around he gets all clumsy and nervous but neither of you wants to make the first step. So maybe Nat and Steve take it in their hands and bring you two together? :)” - Anon Summary: Reader works in Human Resources for the Avengers, which means she gets to know everyone on the team pretty well. But there is a certain Sergeant that she’d like to know a little better.

“You boys just getting up?” Natasha asked Steve and Bucky as they walked into the kitchen. She wrapped her fingers around her coffee mug and waited for one of them to offer a snarky comment.

“It’s six in the morning.” Bucky commented after confirming the time on his watch. “I thought you’d be asleep or do you get until the last ray of sunlight shines through the window before you have to crawl back into your coffin?” Bucky teased. He indicated the purple-grey sunset visible through the kitchen window.

“Always good for a laugh, Barnes.” Nat smirked before bringing the mug to her lips. She was glad he’d been the one to take her up on her bait. Bucky was always good for some biting banter. “If you wanted to get a tattoo on your left arm would you paint it on or just stick a magnet to it?” She hid her smirk behind her lips.

“You know Romanoff, I was just about to make an omelette. I’d offer you one but I make them with garlic.” He winked.

“Vampire jokes the best you can do?” Nat raised an eyebrow at him. “I expected better from someone who’s almost a century old.” Bucky rolled his eyes. He picked up three oranges from the fruit bowl on the counter and began to juggle them.

“If it’s not broke, don’t fix it.” He shrugged.

“Ah, ancient wisdom from one of the two living fossils.” Nat smirked. “I’ve got to go wake Bruce.” She announced, getting up from her seat.

You walked into the compound kitchen, alerting everyone to your presence with the slight squeak of your sneakers. You weren’t an Avenger and you had no desire to become one. Technically speaking, you weren’t even on their payroll. You were a Stark Industries employee who was being outsourced to the Avengers HR department. Actually, you were the entire Avenger’s human resources department.

“Morning everyone!” You greeted them cheerily. The soft thud of an orange hitting the floor followed by another and another was the first response you received. This caused Steve, who’d been hunting for ingredients in the fridge, to turn around. “I come bearing gifts.” You said holding up two paper paychecks. One was addressed to Steve and the other to Bucky.

“You two still get physical paychecks?” Nat questioned. “Do you have bank accounts, or do you stuff all your money between your mattresses?”

“I keep mine in a plastic bank shaped like an eagle.” Steve joked back. “Thank you, [Y/N].” He accepted his paycheck from you and tucked into his back pocket. Bucky bent down to pic up the oranges he had dropped.

“You know if you like, I could help you both set up direct deposit so that the money goes directly to your bank accounts.” You offered.

“But if we did that you wouldn’t bring us our checks anymore, right?” Bucky asked. He struggled to hold all three oranges in his right hand. One of them rolled right out of his palm and back onto the floor.

“Right.” You agreed, bending down to pick up the mishandled fruit. “You wouldn’t have to chase me down on Fridays or have me interrupting your breakfast. You’d have your money ready right away. Maybe even as early as Thursdays.”

“I like things the way they are. If that’s okay?” Bucky deposited his two oranges back into the fruit bowl.

“Of course.” You smiled. “I work for you guys, so I’m happy to help however you need me to. It’s still a little early, so I’m gonna go take care of a few personal things, but if anyone needs me, I’ll be in my office all day from eight to five.” You set the orange you’d picked up down on the counter and started walking out of the kitchen.

“Hey, [Y/N]?” Bucky called out to you. You looked back at him and nodded so he knew you were listening. “Do you think you might want to…I mean if you’re free later…” He was stumbled over his words and seemed to be having trouble finishing his sentence. “Could you look at my pay stub with me later and make sure my overtime was recorded correctly?”

“Uh, sure Bucky.” You agreed, not sure why he was so nervous to ask you. Maybe he worried you’d be insulted? But you both knew overtime hours were reported through the automated computer system so if his paycheck was wrong it wouldn’t be through any error of yours. “I’m free all day. Come by whenever you can, okay?” With that you walked out of the kitchen.

“What the heck was that?” Nat asked. She watched Bucky drop the oranges again as he buried his face in his hands.

“Bucky is in love with [Y/N].” Steve explained, igniting the burner on the stove and cracking a few eggs into a frying Pan.

“I’m not in love with her.” Bucky argued from behind his hands. He sighed before bending down to pick up the oranges again. “I just… I’d like to get to know her better. She’s sweet and smart.”

“Well have you ever asked her out on a date?” Nat questioned.

“A date?” Steve laughed. “You see him. He can’t even formulate a sentence around her.”

“Then we’ll just have to help.” Nat told him.

Two hours later you were exactly where you said you’d be, working in your office. Nat stepped in. She smirked, eager to get her plan in motion.

“Hey [Y/N], you free for lunch this afternoon?” She asked, leaning against the counter.

“Uh, yeah I should be. Let me just check my schedule.” You reached for the planner on your desk and riffled through to the correct date. “I’m free at a bird.” You told her.

“Great!” She replied, a little too excited. “Remind me again, your boyfriend, what’s his name?”

“Very funny.” You rolled your eyes. “Have you come all the way here just to tease me? You know I’m not dating anyone.”

“No.” Nat acted insulted. “I came to invite my friend to lunch and maybe ask a few more questions. Like if you’re not dating anyone, how come you’ve never asked Bucky on a date?”

“Why haven’t I…? I mean I can’t just…” You stammered. “I’m sure I’m not his type. Now, any other non-work related questions you have, you can ask me at lunch. I have a lot of work to do.”

“You just said your schedule was empty.” She reminded you. “I’m leaving anyway. Meet me in the garden at twelve.” She invited before leaving the room.

It wasn’t unusual for the Avengers to invite you to social engagements. In fact, Steve often insisted you join in on his mandatory team building game and Tony would invite you to all of his best parties. You’re part of our team. They always said. But you couldn’t help feeling like Natasha had a little more planned than some friends bonding over brunch. Still weary of her true intentions, you arrived at the compound’s garden on time. You wandered around for a bit admiring the perennial flowers. You noted that the daylilies in particular were a beautiful pigment of orange. You rounded a corner and came upon a table neatly set for a picnic.

The small round table for two was covered with a white tablecloth. A wicker picnic basket was set on top. Two wine glasses were set out with two matching plates. The basket was packed with sandwiches, chips, cheese, crackers and grapes.

“It’s a bit too much isn’t it?” Bucky asked as he approached the table from another path. “I asked them to do something simple. Should have known, Rogers doesn’t know how to do anything simple.”

“Too much for what exactly?” You questioned him.

“[Y/N]! There you are!” Natasha and Steve both appeared behind you on the trail you’d just come from. You turned around to face them, confused. “Now don’t be mad, but I knew you’d never agree to come if I told you the truth.”

“The truth about what?” You asked her impatiently.

“I-I asked them to set this up.” Bucky confessed. You looked back over your shoulder at him. “The truth is [Y/N], I’m crazy about you and I’ve been wanting to ask you out on a date since, well, since I first met you. I Don’t know what it is but for some reason whenever I’m around you I’m suddenly really clumsy and my words get scrabbled and I wasn’t even sure you would like me.”

“Bucky why wouldn’t I like you?” You wondered.

“So many reasons.” He laughed. You looked back over at Steve and Nat.

“You two can go.” You told them. “And thank you, for helping us. Obviously neither one of us were brave enough to set this up on our own.”

“You kids behave yourselves, alright?” Nat instructed with a wink.

“Take all the time you need.” Steve said. “The two of you deserve some alone time.” Bucky waited until they were gone before he spoke again.

“I’m sorry again, it seems like Nat lied a bit to get you here.” Bucky apologized.

“Only because like she said, I would have told her no. Not because I’m not into you!” You promised. “Actually quite the opposite. Until about three seconds ago I thought you couldn’t stand me. I thought you were always so quiet around me because you didn’t think I was worth your time.”

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing Romanoff and Rogers talked me into this picnic then.” He smirked. “Will you stay and have lunch with me? And then maybe if things go well, I can take you on a real date later tonight?”

“I’d like that very much.” You smiled back.

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