#attraction dumb and weird and confusing but it's Fine

[anisespice]

“ the fuck-it list ” || hq!

two || three

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list. 

pairing: various x gn!reader [ kags, akaashi, atsumu, kenma ]

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification, mentions of cheating, cringe descriptions that aren’t 100% accurate lol 

notes: based this off how my friend and i speculate about how the men in hq would be like in bed sooo it’s really just a little jokey joke, so have fun with her :] thinking of making more parts of this with other characters, lemme know what you guys think, and hope you enjoy!! 

To be completely honest, KAGEYAMA wouldn’t know much about the list aside from maybe surface level stuff. He knew it was full of nonsensical speculations, nothing but weird projections put onto strangers by other strangers who found them attractive. It creeped him out a little, so that’s as far as he wished to know. 

Plus, he had no reason to care about some dumb list—He had you. 

“Have you seen this bullshit?!”  Well, speak of the devil. 

All the training in the world couldn’t have prepared his reflexes for the amount of whiplash you put him through in the span of ten seconds. There he was, minding his business in his dorm room, chilling with a volleyball, then BAM; he’s getting bum-rushed by his 5-foot-something significant other with smoke coming through their ears.

Good thing you had a key because the setter was certain you would’ve smashed right through his door by sheer force. 

“Huh??” Frankly, you startled the poor man. The ball that was in the middle of being set toward the ceiling came barreling down on his face, causing him more disorientation. “See—ouch. See what?” 

You stood there next to his bed, one hand on your hip while the other practically shoved your phone in his face. He squinted at the harsh light, but eventually his eyes adjusted enough to read the post. His lips formed a confused pout. “That stupid, horny hit-list? What about it?” 

“What about it? Some bitch put you on there! Just listen to this garbage, ‘Tobio Kageyama. 6’2ft stoic, and mean Dom who’s pretty damn good with his hands. It’s obvious how much of a perfectionist he is, so be ready for some killer overstimulation. Probably won’t make any noise, and doesn’t know much about aftercare. Overall score: 6/10’. Are they deadass right now?” 

Ah. Now he gets it. 

He figured it was only a matter of time, homie was very much aware of his status around campus, not to mention being a looker to top it off. However, he figured being in a relationship would lessen his chances of him ending up on it, especially since you weren’t a secret or anything. Guess that list really had no morality after all. Who’d have thought? 

“I mean, the audacity to put your name on it knowing damn well if anyone even tried it, I’d gorilla glue all their holes shut.” He snorted, face scrunching slightly at your unusual threat. But, something told him deep down you were being serious. 

You continued ranting while pacing back and forth. “But not only that, they completely warped your entire sexual identity just because, what, you know how to mind your business and happen to have a RBF?” 

“RBF?” He tilted his head, making you halt mid-rant to admire the adorable sight. How dare he? You were in the middle of seething, dammit. 

“Resting Bitch Face.” 

He frowned. “I don’t have that.” 

“Tobio, you’re doing it right now.”

He huffed, looking away from you in defiance. His face was fine, he thought, a perfectly normal face indeed. A handsome face, he’d even say. Immediately picking up on his sourness, you chuckled softly before reaching over to cup his face and make him look at you. Kageyama instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, his frown still apparent, but a little less heavy once it met your soft gaze. “Don’t be pouty.”

“I’m not…” he mumbled, cheeks squished under your palms. A small blush bloomed across the apples at your teasing giggle. “You’re the one that’s upset, not me. Why do you care if they misrepresented how I am in bed? Shouldn’t you be happy it’s inaccurate?” 

Now it was your turn to huff, your bottom lip sticking out. Kageyama’s eyes honed in on its pillowy surface instantly, licking his own as he restrained himself; there’d be plenty of time for that later. 

“I mean, yeah but…I don’t know. It just…feels icky knowing there are random people around campus theorizing about your dick size in the comments, or if you cry after an orgasm. The least they could’ve done was be a little accurate if they’re gonna cause us all this trouble.” 

“Us? Pretty sure I’m the victim here. Who sucks at aftercare, apparently.” He scoffed, of which earned another giggle from you. “Besides, the only person I care about knowing any of that stuff is right here. They can take their 6/10 and fuck right off. I know my baby would rate me higher than that, right?” 

You pursed your lips, avoiding eye contact as you playfully ignored his obvious bait for praise. Kageyama doesn’t take too kindly to that. He softly glared at you, arms tightening their hold around your waist and pulling you even closer to his toned chest. 

“Oh, it’s like that, huh? That’s fine.”

Before you could register what happened, your boyfriend swept you up without struggle and gently tossed you onto his bed. “However, I will admit they were right about one thing.” 

With a slight bounce, you couldn’t fight the delighted squeal as you watched him prowl towards you. 

“Oh, really? And what’s that?”

He hummed softly, large hands traveling up your legs from the ankles all the way to your inner thighs before spreading them open to rest in between them. Finding home there for a brief moment, Kageyama practically smothered you under his gaze, attention once again zeroing in on your lips. He could feel his restraint dissipating, biting his own lip before slowly leaning down to place warm kisses against your skin. He left no spot unloved until he eventually stopped at your ear, his warm breath sending chills down your spine. 

“I’m pretty damn good with my hands.” 

Like Kageyama, AKAASHI didn’t care to know much about the list. He knows a good chunk of guys that ended up on it personally, and based on the conversations he’s heard them have it sounded like nothing but trouble. 

And he was right to assume such. 

One afternoon a few of his friends came barreling toward him during his break in between classes, each sporting various expressions that ranged from extreme determination (Bokuto) to absolute amusement (Kuroo), while the third looked as if they were brought there against their will (Kenma). Slowly, Akaashi lowered his sandwich with a sigh; so much for a peaceful lunch. 

“AKAASHI.” Bokuto exclaimed, hands slamming down on the table to keep himself from nearly toppling the man. Akaashi flinched slightly at the volume, but before he could reprimand him, Bokuto grabbed him by his shoulders and looked him square in the eyes with grand intensity. “How could you be so selfish? I thought I raised you better than this, young man!”

The former setter gaped; that’s not at all what he was expecting to hear. It didn’t help when Kuroo started busting a lung, both hands on his knees as his hyena-esque laugh bounced off the walls of the canteen. Kenma side-eyed the business major before going back to playing some game on his phone, offering the ravenette a soft greeting, then helping himself to a chair. 

Akaashi acknowledged the pudding-head with a small nod, sharp eyes redirecting back to his senior as he removed the rough hands from his shoulders. “What are you talking about?” 

“I’m talking about you cheating on [_____]!” 

Akaashi blinked. Then, like a switch, his eyes nearly popped out his head as he registered the spiker’s words.  

“WHAT.” 

Kuroo, after finally catching his breath, gave a hearty exhale as he placed a hand on Bo’s shoulder. “Way to rip off the bandaid, buddy. Thought we agreed to work our way up to that part.” 

“Screw that! I demand answers! Can’t believe I’ve been friends with a no good, cheating scumbag, hmph.” Akaashi blanched at the harsh accusation, falling deeper and deeper into a state of pure shock. 

“Wait, hold on—”

“Whoa there, let’s not jump to conclusions. The man hasn’t even gotten the chance to speak for himself. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for this whole thing.” Kuroo reasoned, but was obviously eating it up. Kenma lightly scoffed.

“You’re so full of shit.” He voiced, not even bothering to lift his gaze away from the game. Kuroo gasped dramatically at the dig, hand over his heart and everything. The former paid him no mind. 

Akaashi abruptly stood. “Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on? I’m not cheating on [______], who’s spreading such a thing?” 

Bokuto squinted. “Oya? Then how do you explain this?” 

Like incriminating evidence being shown to a jury, the silver-haired tank pulled up the updated version of the list on his phone that was posted over an hour ago. Akaashi was still perplexed until he saw it. His name. Oh, god no. 

Akaashi snatched the device to get a closer look just to make sure it wasn’t some sort of prank. To his dismay, the post was legit. Oh, god no. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…” 

“Uh huh, busted your ass!” Bokuto snatched the phone back only for Kuroo to then take it from him. “Hey!”

Clearing his throat, the sly bastard began reading the caption. “‘Keiji Akaashi. 6’0ft tall, pretty boy with intelligent steel blue eyes. His mysterious nature and bored expression would automatically put him under the Dom category, but I can see right through him.’ Wow, they make you sound like some sort of experiment.” 

“Don’t read that outloud!” Akaashi lunged forward, only to be stopped by a large hand in his face. “Omf-! Fohkuto-son!” 

“What? Ashamed of yourself? You should be, traitor!” 

Kuroo continued. “‘What many would believe to be the strong silent type, I believe there’s a sensitive side to him. That’s why I declare Keiji Akaashi to be a Switch with Sub-leaning tendencies, who’s not afraid to be vocal and would 100% let you peg him. 11/10. Would fuck again.’ Holy shit, this is gold.” 

“Jesus Christ,” Akaashi felt like his entire face was on fire. This was like his worst nightmare come to life, and apparently now everyone on campus could participate in his misery. “This cannot be happening to me…” 

“Oh, me, me, me. Is that really all you can say for yourself? What about [_____], huh? How do you think they’d feel after finding out their boyfriend is an unfaithful—”

“I DIDN’T CHEAT ON MY S/O, BOKUTO-SAN. That isn’t even the purpose of the list, you should know, you’re on it too!” 

Bokuto gaped. “I am??” 

Akaashi groaned, sinking back into his seat. His hands dragged across his face in distress, feeling as if he aged ten years from this mishap alone. But, Bokuto had a point—How were you feeling about all this? Had you seen it?

Luckily, he didn’t need to wonder for long. 

“Keiji!” 

He flinched, as did the two stooges hovering near him. Kenma was the only one to greet you normally while everyone else resembled deer in headlights; this immediately alarmed you. What you expected to be a surprise lunch with your boyfriend since your class let out early, now felt as if you just walked in on an intervention. After taking in the weird atmosphere, you eyed Akaashi with mild confusion. “Uh…is everything okay?”

“It’s all good, [_____]! Turns out my best friend isn’t a scumbag after all. Akaashi is definitely not cheating on you, so no harm done!” 

You did a double-take in bewilderment; didn’t expect that. “O..kay?”

Bokuto looked so proud of his declaration, chest puffed out whilst Kuroo looked like he could barely hold it together. Your boyfriend clearly had seen better days, frown heavy as he glared at his seniors; all he wanted was to eat his goddamn sandwich. 

Eventually, you decided to just take a seat next to him, pulling out your own food while the two former captains began bickering about who knows what. Kenma continued to play his game, happily taking the apple slices you graciously slid over to him as a boost. After you got situated, Akaashi instantly plopped his head right on your shoulder, desiring comfort from the emotional turmoil he just endured. 

You kissed away the stress lines on his forehead before opening up your bento, already having an idea in mind as to what’s gotten him so deflated. But, you spared him any further humiliation—You planned to report that stupid post later anyways. 

You chilled outside the locker rooms waiting for ATSUMU, upon his request to walk you back to the dorms after practice was over. You told him there was no need, that you’d be fine walking back on your own, but he insisted. 

And you were so glad he did. 

While you were waiting, you mindlessly scrolled on Twitter until a familiar username caught your attention; @/FckIt22. Everyone knew of the infamous ‘Horny Bucket List’ going around and boosting already inflated egos, speculating and even sometimes outing people of their most lewd fantasies with popular guys on campus. You couldn’t help but watch the drama unfold every time there’d be a new update to the list, eating it up whenever it’d be someone you knew, or someone you would’ve never guessed to be on it. 

And to your surprise, after you refreshed the page, it was both. Your mouth was slightly ajar when a picture of your boyfriend’s boyish grin greeted you, in his volleyball jersey, soaked with sweat and hair pushed back from his forehead; looking like a full course meal. 

Eagerly, you tapped in to read the thread attached to the image, intrigued to know what was said about Atsumu until… 

“...The fuck?” 

As quick as your excitement came, there it went. Right there, in big letters for the whole campus, no, the entire internet to see was your boyfriend’s face attached with someone else’s name. And not just any someone. 

‘O S A M U   M I Y A’ 

You didn’t know whether to laugh, or what. Could they’ve seriously not been bothered to make sure they had the right twin? And not only that, they mentioned you in the thread. Didn’t bother to @ you, though.

That only pissed you off even further.

‘Osamu Miya. 6’1ft of muscle and charm, whose insatiable appetite won’t be satisfied until he’s had your thighs wrapped around his face for an hour AT LEAST. Not the most expressive, but make no mistake that he’s the ultimate brat tamer; no doubt [______] could attest to that.’

“I know damn well they didn’t just…” You muttered in disbelief, shaking your head as you read on.

‘But, if you’re good, he mayyyy let you top. Don’t think for a second you’re in control tho. Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for daysss. Doubt this man does anything but grunt and groan, but overall he still gets an 8/10. Yum ♡.’ 

Wow.

You weren’t expecting to see your future brother-in-law painted in this light today, but supposed there was a first for everything. To be fair, whomever ran the account sure knew how to sell a fantasy, but it didn’t excuse the lack of decorum they had. You felt a little disturbed, almost violated. One could only imagine how the twins would feel if they saw this…

“Hey there, stranger.” You jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion; speak of the devil. Atsumu wrapped his arms around your middle from behind, placed his chin on your shoulder, and gave a loving squeeze. “Ya ready?” 

“Uh, yeah.” You quickly locked your phone.

A little too quick. 

A small pout formed on his face. He immediately called you out. “What’re ya lookin’ at?” 

“Hm?”

“Your phone, y’were lookin’ at something.” Noticing your shifty behavior, his grip around you loosened a little as he strained his neck to look you square in the face. It wasn’t long before a teasing grin spread across his. His eyebrows wiggled, “Ya lookin’ at porn?” 

With a roll of your eyes, you lightly jabbed him in his bicep. “Yeah, ‘Tsumu. I was totally looking at porn. You got me.”  

Atsumu shrugged, sporting an even bigger grin as he started to sway both of you. “Hey, no judgement here. But don’t forget ya got the real deal right here, darlin’. Whenever you need it, your lovely boyfriend will take care of ya. All’s ya gotta do is ask.”

He spun you around in his hold, and grabbed your hips. With low, tired eyes he stared deeply into your soul. His lopsided grin brought more damage to your already fluttering heart, not to mention his semi that was now pressed against your stomach; this man had been dying to have you in his arms for a while, it seemed. However, even with this sexual tension growing between the two of you...you just couldn’t help yourself. 

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Osamu.”

Immediately, his grin dropped. You did your best to remain stoic, but the absolute disgust that took over his face was just too good. Your body began to shake with laughter, small snickers escaping you as you bit your lip to hold it back. Atsumu was not amused.

“That joke wasn’t funny back in high school, [______], still ain’t funny now…”

“Oh, this is no joke. As of today, my boyfriend’s Osamu Miya, and apparently he’s my brat-tamer. Did you know that he won’t even let me top unless I’ve been good-?”

“Knock it off.” Atsumu glared, gently pinching your sides. You squirmed, but the teasing smile you had didn’t falter. “What’s gotten into ya? Tryin’ to get a rise outta me or somethin’?”

“Oh, you haven’t seen it yet?”

“Seen what?”

You unlocked your phone and showed him the thread. Atsumu held a look of utter confusion, squinting at it until it eventually registered what you were showing him. He’d heard about the list that circled around on campus, some of his friends and teammates used to brag, or complain about it to him when they ended up on it. At first, he found it entertaining…but now?

“THE FUCK?”

He snatched the phone out of your hands to get a closer look, catching on to what you’d originally been hiding from him in the beginning; Atsumu wished it had been porn.

“That’s what I said!” You laughed, incredulously. “The nerve of them to just mix the two of you up like that. And to add me into it without even bothering to tag me? Probably ‘cause they knew I’d call them out on their bullshit. Can you believe-”

“‘Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for days’?? I totally have Dom energy! We’re fucking twins, why wouldn’t I? And ‘Samu ain’t no brat-tamer! If anythin’, he’s the goddamn brat.” Somewhere on campus, Osamu sneezed.

You stood there in bewilderment. That’s what he’s concerned about? 

Crossing your arms, you watched him in astonishment. “So, you don’t care that they used your picture? Or the insinuation that I sleep with your brother?”

“‘Course I do! Ya think I like the idea of his filthy mouth being anywhere near you? And usin’ my picture to clickbait my supporters is just cheap. But nothin’ pisses me off more than anyone thinkin’ that bastard has better game than me. 8/10 my ass…”

You snorted. Why were you not surprised?

Taking a small step closer you grabbed his wrist and lowered it, bringing his attention away from the phone. Atsumu now wore a heavy pout, one that you couldn’t help but to kiss; so you did. With a free hand you reaching up to his nape and pulled him downward, capturing his lips. Catching him off guard, man nearly dropped your phone when your tongue slipped into his mouth. With a soft groan, Atsumu wrapped an arm around your waist as he tilted his head in response to your sudden affection, deepening the kiss as it instantly made his mind go blank.

You pulled away too soon for his liking, the blonde blindly chasing after you with his eyes still closed as a light chuckle escaped you. You thumbed at his bottom lip, wiping some of the spit left behind as he slowly opened his eyes. Atsumu’s honey-gaze seared right into you, the hunger from early returning as the semi he sported was now fully hard, thick and heavy as it pressed against your stomach—So fucking whipped, after just one kiss. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Gazing at him lovingly, your nails raked gently through his hair as he practically melted into you. For a moment, you thought he’d start purring.

“What do they know, huh? How about you take me to my dorm and remind me why Atsumu Miya, my lovely boyfriend, is the only one who takes good care of me. Then, we’ll put that account on blast afterwards, what d’you say?”

His boyish grin reappeared, leaning in to place his forehead on yours. “Thought you’d never ask.”

KENMA felt indifferent about the list. Nothing about it made sense to him, and he left it at that. It didn’t matter how many times his friends brought it up, or how many people whispered about it during lectures—He had no opinion on it. 

“You’re not even a little curious?” Hinata asked.

“No. Not in the slightest.”

The two of them were chilling in the canteen, in the student gaming section, both occupied with their own respective poisons. While Hinata farmed pixelated fruit on his switch, Kenma battled npcs on the public-shared ps4. The copper-head talked on and on about trivial subjects since they’ve arrived, ranging from tough assignments he nearly failed to new moves he tried in volleyball, while the quieter of the two responded occasionally when he felt it necessary. 

Hinata gasped, looking up from his game in genuine surprise. “Whoa, Bakayama said the exact same thing. You and him are probably one of the few guys I know who aren’t interested in knowing if they’re on the list. Well, you two and Suckyshima. And Sakusa-san...and...”

This went on for a good minute. 

Kenma sighed, neutral expression not matching the rapid movement of his thumbs across the controller. “It’s just some dumb list. Not like it benefits anyone.”

“Sure it does! I heard it brought lots of people together,” Hinata paused, tilting his head as he hummed in thought. “Although, I also heard it split people up, too. And caused a lot of rumors…and got that one professor fired…”

Yet another minute, passed. 

Kenma couldn’t help but snort, at least finding his rambling endearing enough to stomach yet another pointless conversation about that accursed list—Why people were so obsessed with it was beyond him. 

“Sounds like a lot of drama. No thanks.”

There’s silence between the two of them, the sound effects from their games being the only thing filling the space. Kenma continued rapidly mashing buttons, tongue sticking out as he concentrated on the level. However, he couldn’t help but feel like they were being watched. They were in a public space, sure, but…something definitely felt off. Choosing to ignore it, he refocused on the game. Hinata just finished up harvesting his watermelons when he suddenly let out a teasing chuckle.

“I wonder if [______] checked.”

Kenma’s thumbs stop. His character was taking incredible amounts of damage, but none of it registered after the mere mention of your name; the pudding-head flushed red. After a moment, he regained composure and went back to smashing buttons, ignoring how slippery his hands just got.  

 “…Why would they do that?” He muttered. 

Hinata shrugged, “Well, just because you’re not curious doesn’t mean they aren’t. Believe it or not, you’re a good looking guy, Kenma-san. And if there’s a fuck-list going around where my s/o might end up on it, I’d wanna be the first to know.”

Hm. Couldn’t argue with that. He always feared you’d end up on the list, but eventually realized it only catered to a certain demographic, mostly focused on the more sociable students, so he figured there was no other reason to care. It’d be a waste of time, Kenma knew for a fact there’d be no chance of him being on it, his outward appearance be damned.

He practically spent his first couple of semesters cooped up in his room, going to class, bare minimum socializing, streamed with his camera off, rinsed and repeated. He didn’t make many new friends during that time, and met you completely by happenstance during a late night cram session in the library; how in the fresh hell would anyone think about fucking him if he rarely gave other people the time of day? 

Kenma kissed his teeth, “You’re being annoying.”

Hinata merely flashed a bright grin, leaning over to playfully poke him in the arm. “Don’t mind~!” 

The dirty-blonde playfully swatted at the intruding hand, earning a bright laugh and another poke from the ginger just for shits n’ giggles, before he returned back to his video game. Unfortunately, the eyes around him didn’t falter, some being less obvious about it whilst others didn’t even try to hide their blatant staring. After a while it started to get uncomfortable, even Hinata couldn’t help getting concerned once he started to notice.

“Uh…is it just me, or are we drawing in a crowd?”

“I dunno. Maybe they’re just waiting for me to get off the game…” Kenma reasoned. But deep down, something told him that wasn’t the case at all.

After some time passed with the situation not getting any better, he decided to just call it a night. There was no point in trying to relax anymore with all those people pointing and whispering. As he began to leave the game, not bothering to save his progress, his phone buzzed. Immediately, Kenma knew it had to have been you—He kept everyone else on DND. When he unlocked his phone, though, the gamer was shocked to see the overwhelming amount of notifications on the screen, all from his closest friends, minus the one he’s currently with. 

It appeared they’d been trying to get his attention for a while. You must’ve been the last resort, as your message urged him to meet at your place.  He didn’t need to be told twice, grateful for this escape from the prying eyes of the random bystanders. 

“I’m heading over to [_____]’s. Sorry to cut our time short.” 

The ginger simply smiled. “It’s okay, know you don’t like crowds. See ya later, Kenma-san!” 

Kenma curtly nodded, offering a tiny smile in gratitude. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he made haste for the nearest exit, keeping his gaze locked on the ground until he made it outside. He could feel the eyes following him as he left, making a cold chill run down his spine. He couldn’t wait to get to your place.

When he eventually arrived, his knuckle barely grazed the door before it flew wide open, startling him a little. Before he even had time to catch his jumping heart, you pulled him into your embrace, making him tense up slightly until he soon melted into your familiar warmth. Sanctuary. 

“I’m so sorry, Ken. You must be devastated.” 

“Um, I’m fine...” he mumbled. Your arms only grew a little tighter around him, as if you were…shielding him? Eventually you pulled back just enough to look at him, searching his eyes for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Why would I be devastated?”

You blinked widely at him. “You mean you hadn’t seen it?”

He squinted, visibly confused, and your silence did little to calm his wariness. Another cold chill traveled down his spine, hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up as he struggled to figure out what this feeling meant. It wasn’t until after you gave a strained smile, sympathy swirling within your gaze, did it eventually hit him like a semi truck. The flooded messages, the suffocating stares, the whispers...It couldn’t be. 

He slowly began to shake his head. “No...”

You exhaled. “Yes.”

‘Kenma Kozume. 5′6ft recluse with the mannerisms of a kitten. But don’t let his meek demeanor fool you—it’s always the quiet ones you need to look out for. Though his posture may appear questionable, we all know it’s because of the monster between his legs dragging him down, baggy clothes no doubt concealing an absolute masterpiece of toned skin for you to mark up. The effort he puts into playing video games, don’t expect the same amount in the bedroom. I believe Kenma to be a lazy Switch with Sub energy, who’ll spend most of the session on his back, but that’s okay. We stan a pillow prince. 9/10.’

He looked at your phone with mild disgust. “You’re fucking joking.”

“'fraid not. It was posted less than an hour ago, probably while you were gaming with Hinata. Kuroo was the first to see it, and sent it to the groupchat. That’s why I assumed you had seen it already. Dammit, I knew someone would notice how hot you were sooner or later. And here I thought I was doing a good job gate-keeping you. ”

“Don’t just say stuff like that out loud...” He flushed, tugging on your sleeve in mild embarrassment. After composing himself, Kenma let out an irritated exhale. “What a pain. Whatever, this’ll probably blow over by tomorrow. Someone else will be posted and they’ll forget all about me. Guess I’ll just keep an even lower profile until then. Shouldn’t be too difficult.” 

Laying together on your Snorlax beanbag chair, Kenma turned on his stomach to bury himself in the plush cushion, wanting to forget this whole nightmare. But, you weren’t gonna let him wallow so easily. Tugging on the shoulder part of his sleeve to get his attention, Kenma groaned before tilting his head slightly to peek at you with one eye through the curtain of his hair. 

“You don’t understand, Ken. Bitches practically froth at the mouth for the sexy, socially awkward, gamer-boy type with the messy hair and lax attitude. I would know, I am bitches!” He snickered softly, rolling his visible eye. “My point is, this most definitely will not blow over by tomorrow. Not when they’re already hooked on the fantasy of you.”

“Exactly, a fantasy.” He said, slightly muffled. Shifting to lay on his back, Kenma rested his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. “Meaning they’ll never get to know the real thing, so eventually they’ll get bored. You shouldn’t work yourself up over this, kitten.” 

“Yeah, but what if someone-” 

Reaching over, Kenma gently flicked your forehead. With a soft yelp, you half-heartedly glared at him before going to retaliate with your own flick. He merely grinned, eyes full of mirth as he swiftly grabbed the hand and used it to pull you in closer. “They won’t. And even if they do, I'll just get Kuroo to tell one of his lame jokes to scare ‘em off. Problem solved.” 

You lightly hit his arm, but still graced him with a laugh. Somewhere on campus, said rooster-head sneezed. 

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NOBODY’S SON, NOBODY’S DAUGHTER. luke (pjo) pt. 2

PART 1 > PART 2 > PART 3 > PART 4 (last pt)

( masterlist )

IN WHICH… Y/N is finally claimed by her father, who turns out to be Zeus. Now, she’s stuck in an empty cabin as the only forbidden child of Zeus. Luke, on the other hand, is thrilled to be playing her knight in shining armour and getting her through each lonely day.

“I’m in the wind, you’re in the water. Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.”

( follows the show - kind of just a oneshot bc i’m bored )

Warnings : a little bit of jealousy, arguing, Y/N being indecisive and confused (real), not proof-read

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I really hope this part is good enough 🙏

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Being claimed was perhaps worse than staying in the Hermes cabin. The Zeus cabin was completely empty, much to Y/N’s dismay. Percy was unlucky enough to be a forbidden child too. Looks like neither of them would be having any half-siblings.

“I always knew she was destined for greatness.” Clarisse would say as if the life of a forbidden child wasn’t lonely and utterly isolated.

“Knock, knock.”

But there was one person who could light up the dim Zeus cabin.

“Hope you don’t mind that I brought strawberries. I picked ‘em myself. It was not easy work, let me tell you.” Luke chuckled as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. “Nice place.” He sarcastically said, staring at the cobwebs that littered the walls.

Y/N stared at him, unimpressed and unamused. “Being claimed was supposed to feel great. But I’m just back at square one again.” She huffed and took a strawberry Luke offered her. He sat beside Y/N, gesturing her to continue.

“You know, at least the Hermes cabin had another people. I’m stuck in this deserted cabin because my father finally decided that he wanted to see me! All I’m wondering is why it took so long. Why bother claiming me now?! Percy got claimed in under five days. I know people who have been claimed in one. Why did it take me ten years?! At least I know why I always attract trouble now. It’s because Zeus, that utter man whore, is my dad!”

Luke’s eyebrows silently raised at her words. “You’re welcome in the Hermes cabin any time, Y/N. Don’t forget that. I don’t think your dad was ignoring you… he was probably just waiting.”

“Yeah. Waiting until I finally proved myself to him. Because a child of Zeus should be a prodigy. No normal feat is allowed. It has to be impressive to gain his attention. How dumb.” Y/N scoffed.

“I was fine without him. I’ve gone my entire life never hearing from him and after ten years of being at camp, suddenly he wants to play daddy? He should’ve left me alone. But hey, at least you guys have more room in the Hermes cabin. I heard Chiron was going to move me.”

“What? But you’re practically part of the family. I mean, not exactly. It’d be weird if we were related because… you know… we’re friends and being such good friends with siblings seems weird.” Luke spoke so fast that Y/N couldn’t understand him.

She silently stared at him. “… You’re weird. Chiron just wanted to make more room for the newcomers. And, you know, I had been there for so long that I wasn’t considered new.”

“You okay, though? Your cuts aren’t still hurting? You don’t feel sick, right?” Luke carefully inspected her face and bruised arms, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“Luke, I’m fine.” She reassured him, laughing. “Nothing hurts anymore.”

“Guess I’ve got to let you win the next game now.” He sighed. “I can’t believe you guessed Poseidon and got it right.”

“I took a wild guess. I wasn’t expecting it to be correct.”

Luke shrugged and stood up. “I need to go check up on some kids. A new group just arrived. Will you be alright by yourself? I can always go get Clarisse.”

Y/N stared up at him and a part of Luke wished she would ask him to stay. To stay in the stuffy cabin and just… talk.

“I think I need some alone time right now.” She softly smiled, resisting the urge to ask him not to walk out, to keep her company. “I just need to process all the shit that went down.”

Luke chuckled, ruffling her hair. “That’s my girl.” He began to walk away before he turned around last minute. “Hey, Y/N… thanks for staying by my side.”

“No problem. Thanks for being my friend, Luke.”

With a wounded heart and the embarrassment of being friend-zoned hanging high over his head, Luke walked out of the Zeus cabin.

Y/N didn’t see Luke again until a few days later. He was always so busy with the new kids but he still had time to leave a small box of strawberries on her porch.

It was dinner when Y/N could finally speak to Luke. She smiled at him and subtly waved and he grinned back. He had been talking with Chris about a boring topic but his eyes lit up when he saw Y/N. Luke stood up to sit with her before he was quickly intercepted.

“Luke.” One of the new girls said, staring up at him with her big doe eyes. She was claimed the moment she stepped into camp by Aphrodite. She seemed to already be her mother’s favourite. “Are you free to sit with me and my friends? We want to ask you a few questions.”

Luke was pulled away by the girl, leaving Y/N to watch him sheepishly grin. Y/N’s smile faltered. “I think he’s avoiding me.” She muttered to Percy, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. She felt a twisted knot of jealousy well up as a girl giggled and grabbed Luke’s arm. And he let her.

The younger boy looked up in confusion. “Who? Luke? I don’t think so. Girls just seem to really like him.”

Y/N frowned but didn’t say anything else. She could only stare again as the girls around Luke laughed as he uttered something with a bashful smile.

“I’m turning in early.” Y/N said, standing up. She pushed her plate of dessert towards Percy, who slowly took it.

“You good?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’m not feeling well so I think I’m going to sleep early. Good night, Percy.” She deeply inhaled as she walked away, catching Luke’s attention.

“Excuse me, ladies. I’ll be back. I need to talk to someone.” He hurriedly got up, racing after Y/N. Percy, who was eating his second serving of cake, muffled a laugh. Luke was so whipped.

“Y/N.” The brunette boy finally caught up to her. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around. “Why are you leaving early? We haven’t talked for weeks so I thought we could use today to catch up.”

Y/N stared at him in confusion before she turned her head and quietly laughed. She covered her mouth to conceal the noise. “Luke… it’s only been three days.”

His face dropped and he cleared his throat. “I know… I was testing you. That’s all.” Yet his eyes looked at everything but Y/N. “So, how has your cabin been?”

“Lonely. It doesn’t feel the same without Chris ranting about Clarisse.” Y/N sighed, lightly biting the inside of her cheek.

“I’m not sure if I can rant about Clarisse like Chris but I could try keeping you company.” Luke offered, gazing at Y/N with eyes that begged her to agree.

She merely shrugged, not stopping Luke from strutting into her cabin and lying down on her bed. He outstretched his arms, confusing Y/N. “Hug.” Was all he said.

Y/N was never much of an affectionate person but Luke certainly was. His gestures ranged from secretly fiddling with her fingers to picking her up and swinging her around in the middle of the battle arena.

Begrudgingly, Y/N closed the distance between them. Luke grinned, pulling her closer. A few moments later, Y/N attempted to pull away. Luke prevented her from doing so. “Five more minutes.” He whispered in her ear.

But those promised five minutes turned into an hour.

And a peaceful hour turned into all night.

And all night turned into the sun rising and Clarisse waking the pair up.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding, Luke.” The Ares girl snickered, folding her arms over her chest. “Your siblings are wondering where you went. I assume by the lack of clothes on the floor that you two did nothing. How surprising for you, Luke.”

“Clarisse.” Y/N warned, sitting up.

“Okay, okay. I’m going. See you at breakfast, Y/N.” Clarisse sent her friend a teasing wink before she slithered off, laughing to herself.

“Sorry. I fell asleep.” Luke muttered, stretching. He not-so-subtly placed an arm around Y/N and when she didn’t shove him away, he smiled.

“It’s fine. I’ve already prepared myself for whatever gossip is about to spread around camp.” Y/N leaned back, shaking her head, while Luke chuckled.

“Nothing we haven’t dealt with before.” Luke retorted.

Camp Half-Blood seemed obsessed with the little thing going on between Y/N and Luke. Friendship, romance, confusing situationship. The campers called it many things.

“I’m so tired.” Y/N muttered, rubbing her tired eyes. Luke took that as his chance to gaze at her. His eyes traced over the bridge of her nose and the curve of her Cupid’s bow.

He smiled to himself, pressing his face deeper into the crook of Y/N’s neck.

“Luke. We need to get up.” As if suddenly uncomfortable with his close proximity, Y/N stood up.

“Oh. Yeah. I know how you can’t miss breakfast because you get cranky without it.” Luke chuckled while Y/N shoved him.

“Get out, Luke!” Y/N exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him. He bellowed out a laugh as he ran towards the exit.

“See you at breakfast, sweetheart!”

Y/N, with flushed cheeks and a racing mind, barged into the Ares cabin. “Clarisse.” She said, holding onto the doorframe for support. “I need your help.”

“What do you need?” Clarisse questioned as they walked side by side. Y/N sighed.

“Well, for starters, Luke is acting weird. I mean, he was always kind of weird but it’s gotten… more extreme. He’s getting so close and… calling me these pet names. What am I supposed to do? And why does it make me feel shy? Clarisse, help me!”

Y/N gripped her friend’s shoulders tightly. Clarisse lightly snorted. “Y/N, he’s just in love. Let the boy be.”

“In… love? W-With… me? In love with me?!” Y/N’s mind was spinning by now and it looked like this was her mid-life crisis. “He’s not… he can’t be… no… no… No! I have to go, Clarisse!”

Clarisse watched as Y/N sprinted off with the speed of a lightning bolt. “Haha. It’s so fun messing with them.”

“Hey, Clarisse. What’d you say to Y/N?” Luke immediately filled in Y/N’s spot. He furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at Y/N.

“I just told her how in love you are with her.” Clarisse winked and laughed at Luke’s appalled face.

“You… did what?” He questioned, panicking. “Why… why would you do that?! Clarisse! Shit!”

Luke, just like Y/N, rushed off. Clarisse smiled again. “So fun.”

Y/N hid within the comforts of her own cabin. She was supposed to teach some of the newbies archery but she was sure Clarisse could fill in for her.

“Luke… in love with me… no way.” She shook her head and deeply sighed, clutching onto her blanket. “He likes that Aphrodite girl.”

“Hey, sweetheart.” Speak of the devil. Luke opened the door, grinning at her. “Sorry I’m late. I tried meditating but I ended up falling asleep.” Classic him. “I brought you some food. I gotta teach some kids sword-fighting soon but I thought I’d just leave this here.”

Luke had one leg out of the door before Y/N stopped him. “Luke, can you maybe, I don’t know… stay over tonight? Again? It feels less lonely with you.” Y/N spoke slowly, as if testing the waters.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure. I’d be happy to keep you company. You can count on me, Sparky.”

Y/N scoffed, staring at Luke with her lips parted. “Sparky? No way are you calling me that.”

“Too bad. See ya, Sparky!” Luke managed to close the door before the pillow Y/N tossed his way hit him. She scoffed, looking around yet no words came out of her mouth.

“Sparky… Sparky?!” Y/N exclaimed in disbelief. “What sort of nickname is that?!”

Luke, who stood outside the door and heard Y/N, chuckled. He ran his tongue over his teeth, “Cute.”

A quiet knock on the door interrupted Y/N’s half-conscious nap. She stumbled to the entrance, slowly twisting the knob. “Hey.” She mumbled to Luke, who was holding an armful of snacks.

“Hey, Sparky.” He greeted her with his usual boyish smile. “Did I wake you?”

“I was just taking a small nap. You can always let yourself in, by the way.” Y/N muttered, yawning.

“I didn’t wanna be rude.” Luke replied as he stepped inside, brushing past Y/N. “Hey. I have an idea.” He suddenly said, spinning around. Y/N raised her eyebrows, gesturing him to continue. “I know you don’t like hanging out in this cabin so what do you say we check out the lake?”

“That’s breaking the rules.” Y/N said, shaking her head.

“Come on, I wanna go on a walk. And I’m already breaking rules being here. A few more can’t hurt.”

Y/N wanted to say no but how could she when Luke was looking at her like that?

“Fine.” She softly agreed. Luke dropped the snacks onto Y/N’s bed before dragging her out of her cabin. She didn’t even have time to grab a jacket.

Luke placed a finger over his lips, telling Y/N to be quiet. The two carefully creeped through the words, quietly giggling as they shoved each other.

“It’s prettier at night.” Y/N whispered, staring at the lake that sparkled in the moonlight. Luke smiled, nodding his head.

“Yeah.” He replied, but he wasn’t looking at the glittering water. He was looking at Y/N. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”

Y/N turned her head, faltering when she saw that Luke was already gazing at her. His lips curved into a bright smile.

“So, so… beautiful.” He repeated, staring into her eyes.

“Luke.” She muttered, thickly gulping. Butterflies swirled around in her stomach. After years of pushing down her growing feelings for Luke, they were coming back.

“Y/N.” He chuckled, adjusting his stance. But he slipped and fell into the lake. Y/N gasped, staring into the murky darkness.

“Luke?” She called out. “Luke!” He resurfaced, spitting out a mouthful of water. A few moments passed before Y/N burst into laughter. She stepped forward but tripped over a stray tree root. She hit the water with a loud slap, shocking Luke. He gasped, quickly swimming over. “Sparky, you good?” Luke questioned, holding her tightly.

She coughed. “It hurt a little but I’m good. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m good. Thanks for asking, Sparky.” He twirled a strand of Y/N’s wet hair around his finger, his gaze flickering to her lips. “Don’t kill me for this, Y/N.” He whispered, leaning forward.

His lips pressed against Y/N’s, who froze in shock. The kiss only lasted a moment before Luke pulled away, holding back the animalistic urge to do it again.

“I won’t kill you… if you don’t kill me.” Y/N quietly responded, grabbing Luke by the front of his shirt and tugging him forward.

The second kiss was less controlled, more wild. Luke held Y/N tightly, scared she would slip away if he lowered his guard. In this moment, Luke didn’t care about his drenched t-shirt or his soaking hair. All he cared about, and had cared about for the last few years, was the girl in front of him

“You kissed?!” Clarisse screamed, tugging on the ends of her curled hair.

“Hey! I don’t want everybody to know!” Y/N hurriedly shushed the girl. They were hanging around in the arena for some extra sword training and Y/N clumsily mentioned last night.

“Okay, but seriously. Reel back. You guys kissed? Not once, but twice? Oh, man, Y/N. You are so whipped for Luke!”

“I am not! Besides,” Y/N fidgeted with her fingers as she spoke, “I heard one of the new Aphrodite girls is interested in Luke.”

“What? And you’re just gonna let her have him? You’ve been crushing on Luke since you first saw him.”

“I wouldn’t call it that! It was admiration.” Y/N quickly snapped to defend herself. Clarisse mockingly raised an eyebrow.

“You couldn’t stop gushing over how he pushed you out of harm’s way when you got claimed.” The Ares kid pointed out.

Y/N huffed. “I mean, I’m a feminist, obviously. But… I wouldn’t really mind him saving me. I’m not entirely opposed… to the idea. I’m just torn, okay?!”

“What are you confused about? Luke obliviously has the hots for you too.”

“Luke and I have been good friends for ages! I’ve known him for ages too! If we start dating and it goes up in flames… I don’t only lose a partner but I also lose a friend! There’s so many factors to consider. So many things that could go wrong.”

“You already kissed. Sooner or later, he’s gonna confront you.” Clarisse’s eyes flickered to a figure behind Y/N, “And looks like he chose now. You wanna talk to him or do you want me to make a distraction?”

“Distraction, please. I’m not ready. I need to understand my own feelings before dealing with his.” Y/N practically begged Clarisse. Being such a good friend, the daughter of Ares nodded.

“I got your back, girl.” She walked past Y/N, blocking Luke’s path. “Yo, Luke, you interested in having a little spar?”

“Uh, actually, I need to talk to Y/N.” Luke uttered, glancing over at the H/C-haired girl.

“Y/N needs to check on someone. One of the Ares kids got badly injured. You go ahead, Y/N. I’ll be with you soon.” Clarisse waved her off. Y/N silently hurried off, avoiding all eye contact with Luke.

She wasn’t ready to face him just yet. I mean, what do you say to a friend you kissed? More like made out with. And passionately, might I add. Beside a lake at night.

Y/N knew Luke would go looking for her an hour before curfew, so that’s exactly why she sought refuge in the Ares cabin.

“This feels stupid.” She murmured as she rolled under one of the bed, shooing the dust away.

“He’s obviously going to try and ask Clarisse about your whereabouts. You only have to hide under there until he leaves.” Erin, a girl who was a year younger than Y/N, spoke. As predicted, Luke knocked at the door.

“Hey.” He said when Erin swung it open. “Is Y/N or Clarisse here? I need to talk to ether of them but Y/N would be preferred.”

Erin shook her head. “No. Clarisse is showering right now. Maybe check Apollo’s cabin for Y/N. She might be helping out with the injured. She does that sometimes.”

The second Luke disappeared, Y/N crawled out from under the bed. She combed away the dust in her hair. “I know what you’re thinking.” She grumbled, looking up at Erin. “Why am I going through all this trouble? It’s complicated. I’m not ready to face him… yet.”

Erin hummed as she stepped towards Y/N. “None of us will be helpful with advice but if you really want help, visit the Aphrodite cabin.”

That’s how Y/N found herself standing on a porch decorated with pink and hearts and shining pearls. She sighed to herself before she hesitatingly knocked. A short blond girl answered the door immediately.

“We’ve been waiting for you.” She said while Y/N stared at her in discomfort. “Not in a creepy way, though. I swear. We knew you’d need help with you-know-who so we kind of planned it already. Come in.”

The girl warmly guided Y/N inside, beaming. “Our head counsellor isn’t here at the moment but Mai should be plenty of help!” The blond girl pointed over to a brunette who sat on her bed, reading a book. She was dressed in black shorts and a pink crop top. But when Mai looked up, Y/N was sure she was judging her.

“On second thought,” Y/N nervously said, “Maybe I should come back another time. Maybe in the afternoon?”

“The time you come doesn’t matter.” Mai piped up, closing her book. She gazed at Y/N curiously. “You’re afraid of expressing your feelings, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t know this was a therapy session.” Y/N lightly joked.

“Y/N, it’s obvious to everybody that you harbour some feelings towards Luke.” Mai said, pressing her pink-tinted lips into a thin line. “You guys are like the dynamic duo. I understand that dating someone who’s also a friend is scary but sometimes you’ve got to take the risk.”

“If you’re scared about going back to your cabin and running into Luke, you can crash here for the night.” The blonde girl from before offered. Nobody else seemed to have any problems with that so Y/N agreed.

She ended up on the bunk next to Mai, her unlicensed love therapist. Y/N tossed and turned but she still couldn’t fall asleep. She quietly groaned, rubbing her eyes.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” Mai piped up, pursing her lips.

“No. I can’t help but worry.”

“Let me ask you one question, Y/N. Do you like him?”

“Luke?”

“I didn’t say a name.”

Y/N groaned again. “Fine. You got me. Yes. I guess I like him. I like his smile and how he’s always giving me food and how he barges in when I’m feeling lonely. I think his curled hair is adorable and there’s no other guy better-looking than him to me. But… I’m scared that I just like his platonically. Or what if we do date and I end up losing him?”

Mai smiled. “Don’t stress over it too much. You’re the daughter of Zeus, after all.”

“Yeah, thanks. Good night, Mai.”

“Night, Y/N.”

Luke approached Y/N the next day at breakfast. He let out a subtle sigh of relief when she didn’t run away. “Hey,” He whispered to her, tapping her shoulder and interrupting her conversation with Erin and Clarisse. “Can we talk? Alone?”

“Uh, yeah.” Y/N exchanged looks with both of the girls, who nodded and mouthed good luck. “What did you want to talk about?” Y/N asked when they were in the safety of her cabin and away from all the prying eyes. She played with the hem of her bright orange shirt.

“Forgive me for how blunt I’m going to be but what are we, Y/N?” Luke asked, not beating around the bush.

“We’re friends.” Y/N choked out, her conversation with Mai last night going down the drain. Perhaps it was selfish but a part of her wanted to remain friends because at least that way, neither of them would get hurt.

“No.” Luke wildly shook his head, “Friends don’t kiss. Friends don’t spend the night in the other’s cabin. Friends don’t look at each other like we do. Friends don’t sneak out in the middle of the night to go to a lake and end up making out! And now you’re ignoring me!”

His voice increased in volume the more he spoke.

“That was a mistake, Luke! I-I didn’t meant to! It just happened! I’m not ignoring you! What makes you think that?!”

“Well, what am I supposed to think, Y/N? You’re always running off and our conversations are up and down now. Sometimes we don’t talk for days! Sometimes you seem obsessed with me! I don’t know what to think!”

“That’s rich, coming from you!” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “If you’re not with Chris then you’re with that Aphrodite girl! You practically ignore me when you’re with her!” Y/N harshly poked his chest.

“I do not! And back to the previous conversation, was it really a mistake? Was hugging me a mistake? Was staring so adoringly at me a mistake? Was kissing me a mistake?! Maybe it was a mistake to you, but it wasn’t to me.” Luke caressed her face, holding it tightly. “Kissing you… will never be a mistake to me. Never, ever.”

Y/N gulped, practically shaking in Luke’s embrace. His lips lightly brushed her’s and she flinched.

“Sparky- Princess- Y/N,” He finally decided on what to call her in the heated moment. “I have feelings for you. And I have for a long time. So if you don’t like me back… just tell me. Because I can’t spend the rest of my life chasing after you. I get that you might be in denial but once I walk through those doors, I’m giving up.”

“Luke…”

“Do you like me or not?”

“Luke… please…” Y/N didn’t really know what she was begging for. Tears welled up in her eyes as he took a small step towards the door.

“Do you like me or not?” He repeated in a firmer tone.

Y/N silently stared at the ground, her hands clenched into fists.

“I guess I was wrong about you returning my feelings… I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll leave now.”

Y/N’s body moved on its own as she reached out to grab his arm and harshly pull him back. Her voice was supposed to be gentle but hanging out with Clarisse seemed to have an impact on her.

“Of course I like you, Luke! How could I not? But I’m afraid and confused and I don’t know what to do. I see the way other girls look at you. They like you. And I’m scared that I don’t stand a chance against them. And what if we mess up, Luke? If we date then break up, we won’t be able to be friends again. I can’t handle that!”

“I don’t think I can be just friends with you right now, Y/N.” Luke softly replied, taking Y/N’s hand in his and pressing a light kiss to it. Y/N stared at him with flushed cheeks. “I don’t care about any of those other girls. The only person I care about is you. We don’t have to rush into a relationship but I just need to hear you say that you like me. That’s all I need for now. Can you do that for me?”

Y/N shakily inhaled. “I…” She hesitated. “I like you, Luke.”

Luke pulled her into a hug, smiling as he inhaled the sweet scent of Y/N’s perfume. “That’s all I needed to hear, Sparky.”

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As Iron Sharpens Iron

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another." Proverbs 27:17

Beta-read by @dragonrider9905

Chapter 4:

Previous // Next

Warnings: Mentions of sexual and romantic attraction. Jealousy. Confusing feelings.

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Hunter let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His initial desperation and anger dissipated into a confused silence.

Was he letting his personal feelings cloud his judgment? Were you really, truly fine and he’d just driven you to anger with his incessant worry?

Maybe it was him who’d changed, projecting onto you the frustration of feelings he didn’t understand.

Am I making this all up?

“Hunter?” Omega slid down the ladder from her room, her small face lined with concern.

Kriff. She'd seen the whole thing.

He turned to face her. “What's up, kid?”

“Is she okay?” Omega looked past the ramp where you'd gone out only seconds ago.

“I… I'm not sure, Omega. She said it's fine though. I trust her.”

She didn't look convinced. “I dunno… She looked really mad. And really sad.”

Hunter shrugged. “She said everything was fine.” He wasn't sure who he was trying to convince more - Omega or himself.

Omega sighed, putting a hand on his arm. “Don’t be dumb, Hunter. It isn’t remotely fine! She is definitely not ok. She's mad!”

Hunter sighed. He knew she was right. He could read her body language and it did not match her words. Guilt twisted and churned through his guts like seasickness.

“How do you know that?”

Omega shrugged. “I read it on the holonet! Tech had some sites up on his datapad when I borrowed it. Sometimes if a woman says she’s fine, it means she's actually really not fine.” Omega paused and scratched her arm. Her nose wrinkled in confusion. “I mean, I don't really get it, but that's what it said. Though, I don't understand why you'd say one thing but mean the exact opposite.”

Hunter's expression mirrored her own. “Yeah. I'm not really sure either, kid. All I know is things were definitely a lot easier when we were just blowing up Seps.”

And apparently I need to talk to Tech about leaving his datapad lying about. He made a mental note to himself. The last thing he needed was Omega accidentally coming across something she definitely shouldn’t be seeing at her age.

He stood for a moment as Omega grabbed her trooper doll and Lula, carrying them back up the ladder to her room. Wracking his brain, he tried to think of something - anything he might’ve done wrong to upset their companion.

Hunter sighed, sitting heavily in the cockpit chair as Tech worked silently beneath the console.

“What am I supposed to do, Tech?” He hit the wall beside him with a fist, the loud clang earning a scowl from Tech as he poked his head out from under the console.

“What are you talking about? And please don’t hit my ship, I just fixed that panel.”

Hunter drew his arm back, resting it on the armrest instead. “Sorry,” he said glumly.

“It’s fine,” Tech grunted, grabbing another tool before sliding back beneath the console.

“I just don’t know what to do about her!”

“Who? Omega?” Tech’s voice was muffled, nearly drowned out by the sudden buzz of a plasma tool.

“No, not Omega.” Hunter rolled his eyes. His brother could be so oblivious sometimes.

“Ah,” Tech slid out from his workstation again. “Well, what about her?”

Hunter folded his arms across his chest. “She’s just been acting so weird lately.”

“Weird how?” Tech grabbed another tool.

Hunter shrugged. “I don’t know. She leaves the room whenever I walk in. Lately she only ever talks to me when it’s about a job and then it’s only a ‘yes sir’ or a ‘you got it Sarge.’”

“I fail to see how that is a problem.”

Hunter grunted, “It just isn’t her. She isn’t acting like herself.”

“And you’re concerned that this change in behavior will affect her field performance?”

“I…” Hunter hesitated, “Well yeah, but not just that. It’s just…” Hunter paused again, trying to find the words. “It’s just that we’re a team. All of us. I thought if there was something wrong, she’d come talk to me like she used to.”

The whir of a hydrospanner filled the silence before Tech spoke again. “Did you ask her to explain her actions?”

“Yeah. Or at least I tried to but she just said she was fine.”

“But you do not think she’s telling the truth?”

Hunter shrugged. “I was gonna let it go but Omega overheard us and basically yelled at me that saying ‘I’m fine’ means she isn’t actually fine.”

“That seems counterintuitive.” Tech frowned.

Hunter shook his head looking perplexed. “Maybe it’s one of those woman things?”

“Hmm, mood swings and irritability are both symptoms of a woman’s menstrual cycle.”

Hunter scoffed, “Where did you read that?”

Tech poked his head out from beneath the console. “The holonet. I figured that I should do some research on the physiology of the opposite sex since we now have two of them aboard the ship and our education on Kamino was less than sufficient on the subject.”

“We didn’t get any education on that subject.”

“Precisely.”

“I guess that probably was a smart thing to do.”

Tech rolled his eyes, “Of course it was. Did you expect any less?”

Hunter smirked. “I guess not.” His smile faded as he ran a hand down his face. “Did your research tell you what I’m supposed to do with her?”

“Many of the articles on the subject recommended using a heating pack or massage therapy for her physical discomfort. Some suggested that bringing her food - specifically chocolate - may improve irritability.”

Hunter thought for a moment. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.” He sighed, “I just don’t want to lose her.”

Tech sat his hydrospanner down and adjusted his goggles. “Indeed. She is a useful asset.”

“Yeah, she is but - “ The sound of soft footsteps interrupted him. He groaned, getting up from his seat. Omega was supposed to have gone back to bed. “Omega?”

When there was no reply, he sat down again shaking his head. “That kid’s something else.”

“Yes. She does have a tendency to disregard orders. Much like us.”

“Yeah.” Hunter rested his chin on his fist.

Tech stood up, brushing dust off of his pants. He looked at his brother.

“You are still thinking about her?”

Hunter groaned again. “I just don't know what to do anymore, Tech! She's not just a member of the team to me! When that shot blew the landing gear the other day, I was terrified that she'd been injured! I find myself thinking about her all the time. She can fight like hell, she's pretty, and smart. I just don't want her to walk away if there's something I could've done!”

“You mean to say that you are experiencing romantic feelings towards her?”

“Definitely not.” Hunter stated defensively. “We’re clones. That’s not in the cards for us.”

Tech raised an eyebrow. “The war is over and we are no longer soldiers of the Republic. Therefore, their rules and regulations no longer apply.” He frowned, “And besides, since when have we ever done as we’re told?”

Hunter was silent. As much as he hated to admit it, Tech did have a point.

Tech frowned in concentration, scrolling through his datapad. “Do you experience an elevated heart rate when in her presence?”

“I guess?”

“Do you value her thoughts and opinions?”

“Of course I do!”

“Do you find yourself wanting to be close to her physically and/or emotionally?”

“...Yes,” Hunter felt almost reluctant to answer.

Tech looked up with a smirk, “Well, then according to this and several other sources, you have in fact, fallen in love.”

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[conchaceptive]

ALSO. HOW DO YOU HATE MIKIO AND TAIGEN. ARE YOU DUMB. ARE YOU DUMB. ARE YOU DUMB.

THEY ARE FOILS OF EACH OTHER. THE OPPOSITE. YOU CAN HATE TAIGEN FOR BEING AN ASSHOLE BUT HATING HIM FOR WANTING TO LOVE MIZU SWEETHEART STYLE? KILLLL YOURSELFFFFFF.

LIKE WHEN THEY EACH SPAR W MIZU. MIKIO PUSHING HER OFF AND CALLING HER A FUGLY DISGUSTING WASIAN MONSTER VS TAIGEN SMILING AND LAUGHING AND HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE AND GETTING A BONERRRR???????

THINK . THINK WITH YOUR BRAAAAIN PLZ .

I DONT THINK YOU'D GET A BONER FOR SOMEONE YOU 100% HATE WITH ALL YOUR HEART AND WANT TO BASH THEIR HEAD IN. TAIGEN ONLY CLAIMS TO COS HES GAYYY AND WHEN YOU'RE GAYYY YOU CLAIM TO WANNA FIGHT AND KILL YOU RIVALLL SO THAT YOU ARE IN CLOSE PHYSICAL PROXIMITY WITH THEMMM COS UR GAYYY.

WHEN A FINE ASS BITCH BESTS THEM AT THEIR CRAFT: MIKIO IS A SEETHING WIMP VIRGIN AND IS DONE FOR AND LITERALLY A DEAD MAN BUT CHAD TAIGEN IS BASED AND SEXUALLY CONFUSED ABOUT IT.

AND WHO WOULDN'T WANNA LOVE MIZU SWEETHEART STYLE. ok just mikio's weird old ass. BUT TAIGEN IS DIFFERENT. LIKE WHY ARE YOU MAD. WHY ARE YOU MAD THAT TAIGEN IS ATTRACTED TO MIZU? ARE YOU NOT ATTRACTED TO MIZU? ARE YOU NOT THE WORST GUY IN ALL OF JAPAN WHO HAPPENS TO FALL FOR HIS RIVAL? YAOI STYLE??? TAIGEN WOULD HAVE 10 BILLION THOUSAND INFINITY MIZU EDIT SAVED TIKTOKS IF HE WAS REAL AND MIKIO WOULD HAVE HER BLOCKEDDDDD. Dpmo. Do NOT piss me Off .

#blue eye samurai #mikio #taigen #mizu #mizu x taigen #mizu/taigen #taizu #taimizu

[flowerflowerflo]

friendship breakups 🎀 . ࣪˖

OKAY. so. i was best friends with this girl for 7 years and only recently i ditched her! after so so so so long i ditched her. finally. and my god i feel SO much better.

˚₊‧꒰ა friendship ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

someone that you experience a bond with.

˚₊‧꒰ა toxic friendship ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

someone who drains you and hurts you while still considering themselves a friend.

i think one of the hardest parts of this whole situation is figuring out what makes somebody toxic for you without constantly over-romanticising all the good parts.

˚₊‧꒰ა clear signs of a toxic friendship ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

♡ dreading communication with them

♡ feeling drained after interactions

♡ being insecure and fearful around them

♡ holding off on telling them big things

♡ used as a joke way too often

♡ kept in the dark as just a "backup plan"

♡ left out & overlooked.

a friend should be somebody who hypes you up and makes you laugh and rambles for ages with you and makes dumb jokes with you and makes you happy and doesn't leave you out or make you feel alienated or upset or anything like that. it took me 4 whole years to actually realise this.

now, if you find yourself in a position where you are experiencing these signs of a toxic friendship but aren't really sure what to do, this is what i did!:

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ weigh out the goods & bads

if you're currently stuck with somebody who makes you feel drained and insecure and whatever else may be making you feel as though maybe you should cut them off, it sounds a little weird but as somebody who works way better puzzling things out when doing it on paper, i made a whole pros and cons list of what this friendship brings to my life. having a physical representation of your confusing thought process around the whole situation can be very beneficial and help to put your thoughts into clarity so you can make a decision that actually helps and aligns with you and go from there.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ figure out your friendship standards

everybody always talks about having standards in romantic relationships and love and all that but i barely hear anything on standards for friendships. friendships are just as important as romantic relationships, and having standards for friendships is equally essential as it would be in a relationship if you dont want to attract scruffy, dirty, insecure people who will only drag you down. ask yourself what your ideal friend looks like; somebody who shares your interests, somebody who supports you, somebody with a similar mindset to you, similar background to you; what is it that you want in a friendship? how do you define friendship? what does that look like for you? make a list and keep it somewhere safe. refer to this when making new friends and cutting them off.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ think back on your actions

a harsh truth of life is sometimes we are the problem. something i did for way longer than i should have is spend time going back over my every word, every movement, every action to see if there was something i did wrong. now dont do what i did, but do just sit down for a little bit and think if there was anything you could have possibly done and bring it up with them to resolve it if you did. admitting your wrongs is not weak. it is the strongest thing one can do.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ get a second opinion

one thing that helped me was talking to my mum about it. me and my mum are really close so i chose her but it can be another close friend, a parent, a partner, just whatever you feel comfy with. try to put it into a hypothetical situation so that they have no prior biased views on the situation and explain to them the scenario and see what they would do and what they would say. if you have no one to do it with, then thats absolutely fine because this is completely optional and just helped me to reassure myself a bit, but you can also think of it from an outsiders perspective or if a friend was telling you that they are experiencing what you're currently going through so you can get an unbiased opinion from yourself.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ let yourself feel how you feel

if you need to, just sit and cry for a bit. journal, write, wallow in your own sadness for a bit if thats what you need to release it from yourself. suppressing and holding all this in is way, way worse for you than letting it out could ever be. just have one night where you rot and cry and be sad about it. this releases the negative energy you've been holding onto about it and i promise you will feel so much lighter afterwards.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ demonising and romanticising

in these situations, its best to keep a neutral mindset towards them. even if its toxic, they were your friends in the first place for a reason and even if you shouldn't romanticise them dont demonise them and completely despise them either because thats not good for you or them. they are still an experience you went through in your life and are to be learnt from, nothing more. respect the good parts just as much as the bad parts.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ dealing with conflict

something i really really worried about for years when i wanted to leave my ex-best friend was the falling out and the social backlash, seeing as she's fairly popular too. but while i was expecting sooo much backlash and conflict, it turns out that if you do it the right way, nobody really cares. sure, it might attract a little attention for a while, but trust in yourself and remembering that nobody will actually care about this in a few weeks will get you through and you can move on with your life. if people can turn against you from only hearing one side of the story, they were never your people. plus, why are you stressing about validation from people you don't even like in the first place?

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ detachment

one thing that has saved me in many, many situations, including this one, is not giving a fuck. i will be making a post on detachment at some point but detachment in friendship breakups especially is so important because its easy to let your emotions get the best of you and control you and make irrational decisions in these situations. staying completely indifferent and detached and comfortable in yourself with you as your main priority has to be one of if not the most important part of this whole process.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ moving on

obviously moving on is difficult. moving on might be one of the most difficult things about the whole experience of a friendship breakup. so along with feeling the emotions and releasing them like i mentioned earlier, acknowledge that it's okay to mourn the past, even if they were bad for you. thats perfectly normal and okay. but do not let it consume you. trust in yourself and that this is for the best, and be proud of yourself for getting out of that friendship because there's so much you haven't yet learned and so many people you haven't yet met that will change your whole life in ways you can't possibly imagine right now. ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ trusting yourself

trust that no matter what's going on right now you will always be able to bounce back from it. trust your judgement and that if it makes you feel this bad, you arent overreacting, you arent overemotional, you arent just sensitive and it is genuinely affecting and impacting you. everything is an experience to be learnt and grow from and this is no different. its uncomfortable and its scary but the shift to getting everything you want is often scary and uncomfortable because of how much has to change to achieve that reality. if there's one person you're always going to have no matter what, it's going to be you. you are your own best friend. trust yourself above anybody and everybody else.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ actually cutting them off

one thing i did that i feel could have ended things a lot easier is not procrastinate the process of actually cutting them off. it was a little easier for me because she was ghosting me anyway so i did the same and told her no whenever she wanted me to do something because i refuse to be a second option, but if you're not comfortable with that and can't do it in a good or polite way because of whatever circumstances you might be in then just politely tell them. plan out what you wanna say in your head, dont think about it and just tell them. it will all be for the best, i promise. being uncomfortable is a part of change. you can do this.

overall, everybody enters your life and everybody leaves your life for a reason. please don't take this personally. people are not meant to stay forever. relationships are precious and fleeting, no matter what kind, and you should treasure them, good or bad, while accepting it might not be right for you anymore. people aren't supposed to stay forever and losing friends shows that you are growing. you've got this, okay? 💞💗

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[punkitt-is-here]

i don't want to sound like a complete idiot but when this anon is saying bi lesbians are they talking about bigender or bisexual because if it's the former then I will fight them as a bigender person myself but if they mean bisexual lesbian i'm a bit confused (like is is bi and lesbian as separate things or bi lesbian as one, sorry i'm dumb dumb here). either way i don't think they should be coming into ask box if they are uncomfortable they should block both you and any tags to do with that.

i think if it makes them uncomfortable they should toughen the fuck up honestly. if we erased everything that made us uncomfortable I wouldn't exist and neither would the entirety of the LGBTQ community. there's no solid line in the sand you can draw where you can go "oh you're only allowed to get THIS weird or else you're causing the community harm" because everyone on earth is gonna define that line differently. I'm sure my nana doesn't fully understand me being bisexual with a genderqueer partner but she's perfectly fine with it because it makes me happy.

also, i've talked about this a lot before, and i understand the confusion, but honestly if you heard the term "lesbian bisexual" you'd probably go oh it's a bisexual person but attracted to primarily women. or something. words are descriptive, not prescriptive, and with something as complex and weird as gender and sexual identity finding the specifics of language that help you define yourself are sometimes going to be not super understandable on a surface level. like it's maybe a little confusing on the surface but i can think of soooo so many reasons someone would use the label. and i don't! im firmly bisexual. but it's alright if someone's label is a little funky or nonconventional because the right to be funky and nonconventional is intrinsic to queer rights.

#my posts #asks #anon #queer discourse

[superectojazzmage]

Really interesting aspect to Amazing Digital Circus is how the performers aren’t actually, like, forced to do anything.

Its made pretty clear that the adventures aren’t compulsory or anything like that. There’s no punishment for not participating, the performers can just wander off to do other stuff instead of taking part in adventures (Jax, Pomni, and Ragatha do exactly that and Zooble tries to do it only to walk into the Gloinks by accident). Ragatha claims that Caine only generates the adventures as a way of helping the performers avoid abstraction and they’re totally optional, while Caine himself notes that the one thing he can’t control in the Circus is people’s own minds and souls. There’s no gun to their head forcing them to partake in these weird, oft-traumatic antics, their free will is not impaired in any way.

But at the same time… what else are they gonna do?

They can’t leave obviously, so their only sources of entertainment or any real life experience for that matter is whatever they have on hand in the Circus and the weird cyber-island it exists on. That would be fine but there doesn’t seem to be a ton of real amenities on the island beyond the Circus, and the Circus is mostly just confusing and terrifying and bizarrely empty for something meant to entertain people. The “rewards” for adventures are just that, seemingly only able to be given to them by Caine as a condition for winning and consisting of stuff like dinners. Presumably they’re allowed personal possessions or hobbies, but what is that going to amount to when there’s nothing but circus equipment and the occasional object you’d see in a children’s rec center?

Any kind of purely adult fun is preempted too, even though the only people in the Circus are adults in their twenties to forties. They can’t go out drinking or engage with media that has anything above an E For Everyone rating. They can’t have sex because of the enforced censorship and kid-friendly nature of the Circus (and their avatars probably aren’t even physically capable of it), and even if they could why would they WANT to have sex with each other considering their avatars’ appearances and their hideously clashing personalities? They’re not even allowed to swear or discuss “adult” topics, so they have to stifle and censor their speech constantly instead of speaking frankly as adults.

(as a side note, I feel like this whole “all ages” element is possibly intended or could be read as a satire on the infantilization of the modern internet by corporations and censorship in general in modern society, but that’s a whole other post)

Literally the only break from the monotony of the Circus is when Caine changes things slightly by introducing an adventure. And even that doesn’t seem to attract much enthusiasm from the performers, since the one adventure we’ve seen so far sucks and seems to just annoy everyone more than anything. Caine tries to give them things they would enjoy, but is clearly limited by both the strict content rules of the Digital World and his own poor understanding of humans; he created the Fake Exit to try and cheer up Kaufmo by giving him what he wanted — an escape from the Circus — only to realize he couldn’t actually let them out that way and that they wouldn’t respond well to thinking they’re getting out only to have their hopes shattered (which is exactly what happens to Pomni).

These annoying, asinine scenarios are the only thing that createsk any sort of change or excitement in the Circus, so of course everyone is going to engage with them because otherwise they’ll be bored out of their skulls. And being bored out of your skull is a sure fire way to push your mind ever closer to abstraction. And maybe even with how dumb they are, the adventures could be fun, but it’s hard to get very enthused about them when they’re the only thing you have, day in, day out. That monotonous feeling of running without moving never goes away.

The reason the Circus breaks people so much and so badly isn’t because of how freaky it is, but how tedious it is. It offers only an illusion of choice while never impairing the performers’ ability to recognize that they DO have a choice and SHOULD be able to do other things because they’re people but they artificially can’t. And that suppression of their ability to have choices and do whatever they want like any human can is what drives them mad.

#the amazing digital circus #amazing digital circus #the digital circus #digital circus #gooseworx #tadc #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc caine #tadc ragatha #tadc kinger #tadc gangle #animation #internet culture #media analysis

[tbsangstersgf]

Best Friend Minho x fem!reader

warnings: handsy glader, cursing, spicy

NO SMUT

mostly fluff, but definitely some spice

Best friend, he’s your best friend y/n nothing more stop looking at him like that. 

You’d been in the glade for a little over a year, one of the first to come up. Of course you were also one of the first people to explore the maze. You’re a Runner, and proud of it. Everyone respects you for how hard you work, and it’s well deserved. 

At first it was just you, Newt, and Minho running in a group for safety. But then Newt got hurt, and couldn’t run anymore. So now it’s just you and Minho running the maze until you choose more runners. You run together still, because not one person thinks that it’s smart to separate when you know so little about the maze and the monsters that haunt it.

“I wonder how much longer we’ll be searching” you huff, sweaty and tired from almost five hours of running. 

“Yeah, but we can’t stop our searching until we find a way out, I don’t wanna spend the rest of my life in the shucking maze.”

“We’ve been running so long can’t we have a lunch break now?”you whine. 

Minho looks over at you as you slow down and he smirks, 

“ fine ya lazy shank, we’ll rest for a half hour then finish out the day”

You both sit and pull out your small lunch if fruits and plain bread, silently grateful for Frypan figuring out how to use wheat for his delicious homemade bread. 

It’s quiet as you lean against the wall, and you take the time to admire Minho, in the least creepy way possible. His hair looks good even after all that running, and damn was he built, his shirt slightly sweaty and sticking to his form a bit. 

He closes his eyes and leans his head back against the wall and you cough as you’re taking a sip of water, caught off fairs by how attractive it was. No! Shut up y/n! He’s your best friend FRIENDDD nothing more stop thinking about him like that why does he have to be so damn hottttttt. 

“You good there shuckface?” 

He catches you off guard with the nickname and you feel heat rise to your cheeks as he smirks at you, but in a concerned kind of way.  

“Do you ever just wish things were different, Minho?”

“Different how? Like in the Glade?”

You laugh at his confusion, “No it’s just a different way of life when you’re the only girl, not that you get it though Mr. Tough Guy” you sigh, after a year of it you’d gotten used to it but hell, some boys have no respect, and can’t take no for an answer.

“So help me understand then.” Minho furrows his brows a bit and turns his body to face you.

“It’s just a girl thing i guess”

Raising his voice an octave Minho acts offended “Girly ok you know I’m here for you sister. Spill the tea😝” you laugh at his dumb girl voice. “No but seriously I’m here for y/n, I’m your best friend you can talk to me about anything.”

“Ugh fine” you cave, not planning on confessing anything, but definitely needing to talk. “Friendships are weird for me. All the guys that I just wanna be friends with want more. And the guy that I want more with just wants to be friends, nothing more.”

“Ahhh I see” he says, mocking a serious tone “y/n’s got a crushhhhhh oooooooooooooolalalalala!!!” He wiggles his eyebrows “Do tell, don’t be shy y/n. Is it Newt?”

“Im not saying!” You laugh “it’ll go straight to your head!” 

Not even realizing your slip you keep laughing. But Minho goes quiet, a slow smirk spreading across his face. He grins even bigger when he realizes that you have no idea you just gave it away. Jumping up he offers you a hand and says

“Come on shank let’s get going”

Both surprised and suspicious that Minho had dropped the subject so quickly you continued your run.  As you got to the end of your run started to worry.

What if he somehow figured out that I liked him and doesn’t feel the same way?Is it gonna be awkward now? Dammit did I just ruin my relationship with my best friend? Oh gosh, please no.

You finally reached the giant doors that lead back to the maze and run straight to the map room mean hoe right behind you. As you both work on the tedious task of drawing out the maze, you finally decide to say something, just to make sure your friendship isn’t ruined.

“Hey Minho?”

“Yeah y/n?” He suddenly stops what he’s doing and gives you his full attention. 

“We’ll be friends no matter what right?”

“Of course shank, always.” 

His gaze lingers on you, knowing exactly why you were asking. A grin spreads across his face again, as he looks at you focusing on your work with a small smile. You look up at him and catch him staring, a shy smile on your face as you quickly look down. 

Does he know?

(TW: handsy glader) it gets spicy

About a half hour later you suddenly realize something. 

“Oh shit it’s greenie day! I completely forgot they probably already started the bonfire!” You exclaim before grabbing Minho’s hand and dragging him out of the map room to grab some food and a jar or two of Gally’s drink. 

Two hours later you’re still having fun by the bonfire you’ve had a bit of Gally’s drink but not enough to really affect you.

But you are buzzed, which makes you a little oblivious to the random Gladers who flirt with you. And a little more physically affectionate. 

“Hey y/n” some random Glader who is definitely drunk comes up and puts his arm around you. 

“Wassup dudeee” you giggle a bit as the weight of his arm makes you stumble a bit. The glader leans in incredibly close and his and slides down from your shoulder, moving to your hip. 

“Hey there y/n, you wanna have some fun?” 

Slowly, painfully slowly you realize what he means. Your hesitation makes the glader think that it’s a yes. He starts to drag you away from the bonfire when you realize what’s happening. 

Thankfully, your night in shining armor, had been keeping a close eye on you all night long. He follows you as the guy pulls you through the Deadheads.

“Let go of me!” You scream and smack the glader in the chest, struggling to get out of the tight grip he has on your waist and hip. 

“Come on, it’ll be fun, I know you want me…” 

The guy grabs your face and starts to pull you in

“Stop! Please!” You yell, in no position to fight back, the guy could seriously hurt you if you tried anything. Just as the guy was about to kiss you, someone jumps out from behind a tree and knees the guy into the nearest tree. 

You hear a loud smack as the guy hits his head and Minho starts beating the shit out of him. 

“Minho! Stop I’m okay! He’s already unconscious you’re gonna kill him!”

Minho looks up at you, eyes wild with fury at seeing what the guy tried to do to you.

He grabs your hand without a word, and you two slowly walk back to the bonfire. Minho sits down on a log and you sit on the ground in front of him, your back to the massive flames. His eyes never leaving yours. 

Most of the gladers have gone to bed, but 3 or 4 are still up, the last few sober people cleaning up a bit.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Minho asks, his tone laced with worry. 

“Yeah, you saved me.”

“I can’t believe that guy tried to-“

“Minho.” Your voice is stern.

“Yeah?”

“You saved me, that’s all that matters. Thank you”

He grins, looking at you with a playful smirk. “That’s what friends are for right?”

Friends. Yeah, because that’s all you would ever be. Friends. 

“Y/n?” 

“Yes Minho?”

You’re still buzzed, and you’ve had a bit more to drink after the handsy glader. 

Minho is silent for a second. 

You stand up quickly, still dizzy and a fuzzy feeling in your head. As unstable as you are you fall forward, Minho catching you by your hips. He looks up at you, and you look down at him. 

Your hands come to rest on his shoulder and the side of his face. For a second you just stare at him, but then you remember that he was about to say something.

“Yes Minho?”

Suddenly he’s on his feet, and it switches to you looking up at him, and him looking down at you.

“Shuck” he whispers barely audible. His eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes and to your lips, silently asking permission. 

For a second you both just stand there, his hands on your hips and your hand that was on his shoulder sliding down to his chest, keeping you two from being as close as you are longing to be. 

The hand on the side of his face moves, and you brush your thumb over his lips. 

“Shuck” he says again this time even quieter. He lets out a soft groan as if making a life changing decision. You close your eyes  and softly, oh so softly whisper his name “Minho…” 

Anything that possibly could have made him hold back is immediately broken down as he hears you say his name.

“Y/n” he whispers one last time before he pulls you in until your lips are ghosting over each others. You briefly open your eyes to look at him and something in him snaps as you make eye contact. 

“Fuck” he says.

Then nothing else matters

It’s just you two as he kisses you. He kisses you. Holy shit. Your mouths move in sync and his grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you impossibly closer. Your hands move around to the back of his head and run through his hair. He groans into your lips at the sensation, and you smile into his lips, breaking the kiss to laugh. 

“Damn Minho-“

You get cut off as he pulls you back in possessively, it catches you by surprise and you lightly moan into the kiss. 

The sound spurs him on ever further, and suddenly his hands are on the back of your legs and he breaks the kiss. 

“Jump” his voice is raspy and breathless and man is it hot. You jump and it’s like you weigh nothing as he holds you up by your thighs, your legs wrapped around his waist. 

Then he’s carrying you to the closest tree, and your back is pushed up against it, supporting you. 

His hands are back at your waist and they slowly move up up under your shirt, feeling your skin. They stop at about halfway up your torso. 

He’s switching between lightly massaging your waist and your thighs (good Lord he loves your thighs) when you slowly start to kiss down his neck. 

He quickly grabs your chin and makes you look at him

“Don’t- don’t do that” he looks at you with a look in his eyes that you can’t help but love. “Hmmm someone has control issues.” You laugh at him and he pulls away from the tree, his hands going to your legs to carry you again. He starts to make his way to his hut, on the way there you start to kiss his neck again and he stops, a dangerous look in his eyes.

“Y/n. Stop, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” 

“Minho?” 

“Yes baby?” 

“Baby?” You laugh peck him on the lips and unwrap your legs from his waist standing up. For a split second he’s scared, scared you’re gonna realize you don’t want him and walk away. But then you take his hand in yours and continue to walk to his hut. Once there you both step in and he gives you a shirt of his, which makes it a little big on you. He turns around as you quickly change, and he does the same. Wordlessly you both climb into bed. He wraps his arms around you and you two lie on your sides just looking at each other. All of the sudden he shifts so you’re lying right on top of him, your head on his chest. He looks down to meet your gaze, 

“Y/n, you’re my girlfriend now” he states, no questions or anything. 

You grin, “Finally shuckface, it took you long enough” 

He laughs and is about to comment on how you slipped up in the maze and practically told him, when he looks down to see you asleep, or so he thinks. 

Barely audible over your own breathing, he whispers 

“I shucking love you y/n” and you smile, knowing that you’ll wake up in his arms and the rest of the shucked up world won’t matter.

requests are open and critiques are welcome! loosely based off combo of movie and book

#Minho #tmr #tmr minho #the maze runner #minho x reader #minho x y/n

[didishawn]

hey, i love your writing!! if your recs aren’t open then ignore this sorry!! if they are, could u write pedri x reader x whoever u want, where it’s readers b day and pedri has noticed the little crush his gf has on whoever else u pick, so they have a threesome as a gift to her? i hope that makes sense xxx

Man City #1 Fan (Pedri x Reader x Kun Agüero) smut

Warnings: I must confess I took this as a opportunity to write about my long life crush, threesome, lots of Spanish, age gap in between the reader and Kun

Masterlist

Your fanaticism towards the English team is something your boyfriend has always known about, he has seen the pictures of your child self alongside your family wearing the team's shirts and going to matches.

Such love for a team, most of the time comes with crushes, in your case he knows it to be Sergio "el Kun" Agüero, you haven't ever admitted it yourself, but he has heard your friends teasing you about it, as well as seen that dreamy look on your eye whenever the man is nearby.

So, as your birthday stars getting closer, gears move in his brain as he makes up a plan for what he believes to be the perfect gift.

The night of your birthday, was spent with yours and his family alongside some of your closest friends, the party takes place the next day, and for someone who states to not enjoy going out that much, he makes a marvelous job.

He feels almost giddy when he sees you freeze at the entrance of the ex-City player, wide smile as he greets you, wishing a happy birthday and handing you some gift, smelling so good, he is awesome, winking at you both before going off to the rest.

He is already into the plan, and Pedri doesn't know what to think at how easy it was to get him into it.

You give him a confused look as the older man leaves, Pedri just shrugs his shoulders.

"Ya sabes como es, el Kun nunca desaprovecha una oportunidad para salir de fiesta" (you know how he is, el Kun never turns down a chance to party)

You seem distrusting, suspecting even, he curses you for being so observant, so smart.

Kun might me a great footballer, a good singer some might say, but he is not a good actor, at least not tonight.

Never before has he hung so closely to you, enjoying the red on your cheeks, it almost makes him feel guilty, checking out his younger teammate's girlfriend. But he must be honest, you are pretty cute, hot, it made him feel proud of himself when Pedri confronted him about your little crush on him.

The party starts dying out, you are surprised to see Kun stays back, once again giving a weird look to your boyfriend, he again shrugs his shoulders.

"Siempre hará lo mismo, supongo" (he always does this, I suppose)

You don't believe him, you know your boyfriend, he is hiding something, but at the time, you don't care enough to question him.

You do question when Kun joins you as you are dancing with your friends, he is close maybe too close, you turn to look at Pedri, he doesn't seem to care, maybe even enjoys it.

"¿Sabés que un pajarito me dijo que te parezco lindo?" Kun whispers into your ear, making you freeze. (you know some birdie told me you find me pretty?)

"Ni idea de que hablas" (I have no idea what you are talking about)

"Ajá, no te hagas la boluda" he grins, and you damm him and his perfect smile "Si te hace sentir mejor, yo a vos también te encuentro linda" (right, don't play dumb. If it makes you feel better, I too find you pretty)

"A Pedri no le gustará eso" (Pedri won't like that)

"¿Vos quien te pensás que me dijo?" (who do you think told me?)

Pedri feels like running away once he feels you glare at him. It will be all worth it, he thinks, once you are finally fucking your dumb crush alongside your boyfriend.

It's all worth it, really, the embarrassment of your crush knowing about your attraction towards him. You never really thought about fucking Kun, it's not that type of crush -Pedri satisfies you fine enough, but the Argentinian does fuck you good.

He is passionate all around, lips all over your body, enjoying how you squirm on his lap under the watchful gaze of your boyfriend, leaving you some space, but still his hands on your waist.

Kun is not that tall, but he is so fucking big all around -by the bulge poking at your entrance, you are sure that includes his cock.

"Está bien bonita tu novia, ¿eh Pedri?" (your girlfriend is really pretty, right Pedri?)

"Es hermosa" (she is beautiful)

"Y los sonidos que hace, bien picantes. ¿Gemira tan alto cuando me la esté cogiendo?" (and the sounds she makes, so hot. Will she moan so loudly when I fuck her?)

Pedri nods, but Kun is too busy buried in between your breasts to notice, his hands are on your lower back, playing with your panties, wanting to just rip them off. He looks at Pedri, signaling him to get off the way as he pushes you to your back.

"A ver, sácame la pija, quiero ver que bien entrenada te tiene el novio" (let's see, take my duck out, I want to see how well trained your boyfriend has you)

Your hands are on his trousers as soon as he says, lowly moaning when you feel one of his hands grasping your tits, Pedri's meanwhile teasing you over the wet clothing covering you.

You never thought you would get to see Sergio "el Kun" Agüero's cock, but there it is, standing tall in front of you, so thick, precum coming from it's tip, balls look so full, veins so delecious looking.

"Abrí la boca, boludita" (open your mouth, dummy)

You do as he says, sticking your tongue out for him, making him groan as Pedri's fingers get naughtier down there, teasing your clit, panties pushed aside, fingers poking your entrance.

Kun does two taps on your tongue with his cock, before signaling you to take him in deep. He feels in heaven really, your mouth so warm in between him, the vibration of your moans so good.

"Dios, que rico que lo hacés, la tenés bien entrenadita, Pedri" (god, you do it so good, have her well trained, Pedri)

A finger enters you, you whine out around him, squirm on the bed, wanting, needing more.

Kun gets more confident, starting to fuck your mouth, it feels better that he could have imagined, he controls the pace, makes sure everything is just as he likes it. He looks down, sees Pedri knuckles deep inside you.

"Pará, tarado, que la quiero tener corriendose en mi pija" (stop, idiot, I want to have her cumming on my cock)

You take him out your mouth, making him glare at you.

"Pues déjate de jueguitos y follame bien" (then stop your little games and fuck me good)

He drily laughs "Pendeja estúpida, te voy a garchar tan duro que ni de tu nombre te vas a acordar" (damm idiot, I will fuck you so hard you won't even, remember your name)

He takes you in his arms putting you in all fours.

"Chupale la pija a tu novio, que para eso si eres buena" (suck your boyfriend's dick, for that you are good)

His strong hands literally rip your panties to shreds, enjoying the sight of your wet pussy, passing a fingers through your folds, he loves your taste. Pedri's cock is taken out from his boxers, and you instantly start working him just how you know he likes it -kitten licks on his tip at first as your him up with your hand, the other down his balls.

You hear Kun pulling out a condom behind you as you expectantly wait to have him inside you. Luckily, he is as desperate as you are, hands on your waist as he fills you up in one thrust.

You moan out loudly into Pedri's dick, the vibrations have him in heaven as the Argentinian starts a fast and rough pace as soon as he realises how good you take him.

His pounding have you moving with him on, the bed creaking loudly underneath your bodies. You have never felt fuller -sorry, Pedri, the man is gigantic, reaching all the best spots inside you.

He leans down, his chest flush against your back, you can feel the clenching of his abs, can hear the sweet sound of his moans.

You have never felt better, you stop to wonder if you have really reached heaven -maybe you are dead, maybe asleep, because this truly feels too good to be true.

Both men take you so good, perfect experts to take you over the edge, Kun spewing out curses as you cum around him and he fills up the wrapper with his cum -he can't help but wish he could have painted your walls white.

You gratefully milk Pedri from all he is worth the taste of his cum so amazing to you as you make sure nothing leaves your mouth before collapsing into the bed.

The two men work so perfectly as they clean you out, making sure you come safely down from your high.

All there too tired to really do any talking as you all cuddle in the bed, Kuni’s arms so awesome around your waist, your boyfriend pestering your face with kisses.

You all fall sleep fairly quickly, whatever talking that must be done can wait.

You can't help but wonder, if Pedri will ever want to repeat the experience, because as it turns out, fucking your crush is much more amazing that you could have ever thought about.

#barca #fc barca #barcelona #pedri #spanish nt #spain national team #spain nt #pedri headcanon #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #kun aguero #kun aguero imagine #kun agüero #kun agüero imagine #sergio aguero #sergio kun aguero #man city #manchester city #argentina national team #argentina national football team #argentina nt #scaloneta #la scaloneta #football imagine #football player #lionel messi

[spaceyflowerswriting]

hihi !! i hope you dont mind but can i request headcanons/drabble prompts with kim joongoo (lookism) ? like the gn!reader having a crush on him when he was in middle school (his age where he saved vasco) and him also having a crush on reader but isnt too obvious with it ^^ tysm! (feel free to ignore/delete this if you're uncomfy!!)

middle school!goo and reader

details: gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and goo are middle schoolers and neighbors

a/n: hello anon~ no worries, this request is fine !! but i wasnt given much about reader so i just vaguely wrote reader as a neighbor to goo, i hope thats okay T_T

i also wrote more than intended and feel like this was a messy oneshot instead of headcanons;; sorry, hopefully this still works for u!!

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> 15 or so year old goo, who was free as a bird and felt like he was on top of the world; there was never a fight he couldn't win and all he had his eyes on was money, which he had plenty of thanks to people always asking for his "beat 'em up" services

> and then he got a crush. he didn't acknowledge it for a while though because he really only regarded money and violence as his true loves but yet here you were pulling at his heart strings

> he was unashamedly shallow in starting his attraction because he thought you were good looking, but over time your personality charmed him and that's when he went, "oh, is this what a crush is?"

> was grossed out at the beginning lol like "ew this kind of stuff leads to marriage and all that weird ass adult stuff" which was something he didn't want to think about as a teen; he just wanted to enjoy his youth

> really did his best to just treat you as someone he kind of likes until he was bored watching tv one day as an ad for a romance movie played and he imagined you and him as the main characters

> instant cringe and panic. he began to admit he really did have a crush on you then, but still kept it on the low

> honestly you seemed like a good person and he didn't want to take your kindness for granted. so, he never bothered asking you out because he was actually worried about hurting you if it turned out he wasn't committed. plus, you two were just teens, and he's seen other teens around in their "dumb relationships" that last like 2 weeks and didn't want to deal with that

> for now he was content being your friend. occasionally spoiling you with the money he earned or often visiting your home (usually by breaking and entering your room through a window...) just meant you two were close friends and nothing more

> little did he know, your feelings were mutual! you simply couldn't resist the lovable grin and upbeat personality of the strangely charming boy next door

> the time you spent patching him up when he dropped by with small injuries, the time spent together vandalizing old buildings, him casually and randomly dropping over $500 for something you mentioned liking the other day...

> still, the two of you were just friends. sometimes things felt awkward and you wondered if he had a crush on you, too, but there was just no way with how he acted... right?

BONUS rushed cliche drabble of this scenario but fast forwarded to present time because my brain was on a roll for whatever reason :

Goo Kim was a man who only valued money and enjoyed the violence often needed to obtain it. And that was all he needed to feel satisfied. He never felt empty or lonely, but he did feel like he was missing something in his life. Not in a puzzle piece way because he knew he was complete, but more so an ingredient to make his life even better.

However, this was not something he needed to ponder about. He knew the answer was the neighbor he had as a friend growing up. It honestly confused him how such an ordinary person that happened to live next to his place then could affect him so much. Whatever it was about you that enticed him, he didn't care, he just knew he wanted it.

No, he needed the excitement you gave him; it was a different but similar thrill to the ones being surrounded in blood and riches gave him.

"It's a shame," he muttered aloud, strolling down the fairly empty street as the sun began to set. He really should've tried to find a way to keep in contact with you, but after meeting Gun and getting mixed in with Charles Choi's business, all he felt like he could do was leave with a goodbye. How could he even begin to explain to you what he was going to get involved in?

If only he could see you again. He was more mature now, as hard as that was to believe, and felt he could be the proper partner for you. Not to mention, the fact that he still thought about you to this day meant his feelings for you were more than just a "crush." The commitment and "gross" relationship stuff he didn't want to deal with as a middle schooler then, he was ready for now. Probably.

Goo sighed. Maybe you still lived in his old neighborhood? He hadn't visited it ever since he left, perhaps you still lived in the area. Later this week, he should--

"Goo...?"

Somehow, despite the years and the clear change in it, Goo recognized the voice. When he turned his head to the side, he saw a familiar face standing outside the convenience store nearby. A grin grew on his lips as he walked closer to the figure.

You were as lovely as he remembered.

"Today must be my lucky day," he thought, holding a hand out.

"Hey, it's you. It's been a while, but we should hang out just like we used to. Whaddya say?"

Seeing your eyes light up just at the sight of him still remembering you was enough of an answer to him. Explanations and confessions could come later, all he wanted now was some time with you.

#lookism x reader #goo kim x reader #goo kim #requests #i went so ham on this request 😭😭😭😭😭 #sorry if goo is ooc... i tried my best;; #i was trying to write 15 yr old him as immature but not That immature if that makes sense

[doomed-era]

crashes through your window!! points at you like an anime supervillain HELLO!! how does gaffen view the champions and/or how does alt zelda view everyone we’ve met so far (unless thats spoilers?). or how would revali and zelda interact do you think

screams and hides under the table there is glass all over the floor my chickens are running everywhere (joking I am fine and completely immune to glass)

oh thats a fffffun question.....!!!! I have thought a great deal about this. I will start with pre-calamity because honestly it is simpler

revali is just...weird. gaffen doesnt get what the guy's deal is (mostly) so about half the time he just. tunes out everything revali says. honestly he does that with a lot of people including zelda. he works 15-hour shifts and just dissociates when he isnt on lunch break. he did pay attention once. and that was when revali said horses were smelly dumb animals and gaffen pushed him off a cliff (they were both fine revali's reaction was more or less just surprise and gaffen cooled off almost immediately cause he's Like That at this point.) he thinks revali's archery skills are really impressive but he'd never actually say that to him because Why.

urbosa is incredibly intimidating and he's pretty sure she doesn't like him. however he thinks she is cool. her loyalty is fascinating to him as he doesn't remember any other gerudo chieftains being...like that? in a good way. like he considers it a triumph for Hyrule At Large that the gerudo and Hyrule at on such good terms and he's deeply inspired by Urbosa's own loyalty not really understanding that it is in some ways a facade. he doesn't avoid her though, I think he'd just. stand there with the hairs on the back of his neck prickling. maybe at some point he would try to use the gerudo words he knows to try and impress her. or maybe he could give her a nice bottle of wine or something she would like as a Present

mipha is. complicated ? hes gotten vague vibes that she might have feelings for him past a certain point. however he doesnt really want to think about the implications of that or what that might cause. he'd rather just stand there and force himself to not think about it.there is a good chance if he was asked about it he would play dumb. mipha is also actively trying to figure out what his Deal is and generally tries to present herself as someone he can talk to so he's spoken to her briefly a few times. i couldnt even really tell you if he reciprocated its like that one post where a character is too tormented by the narrative to exhibit sexuality or attraction. he likes her, he trusts her more than a lot of people but yea.

im trying my best to not sully this with his rp interactions with them because those were done under Specific Circumstances(tm) (and i dont even think he knows the whole mipha has a crush thing for a bit) but when he actually opens up and turns his brain on there he starts making little jabs at revali for fun. he also gets like. mmildly scared of talking to revali before that bc again he turned his brain on and hasnt ever actively tried talking to him. so yea. he also ends up trying to force mipha to reveal more about herself bc mipha never really reveals anything which he thinks is hypocritical. this ends with him getting...mildly pissed/confused. him and revali also set up a time where they could practice archery together teehee

OK DARUK. I havent thought too much about them admittedly. but im tempted to say that their relationship is the friendliest and the most uncomplicated. im a "link ate the rock sirloin to be polite and not just because hes ok with eating rocks" truther so. yea. they're not super close by any means but they're just bros. guys hangin out. daruk would toss him into the air for fun and he'd like it. when hes off work gaffen would probably talk to daruk but when he is at work he'd probably just turn into gromit from wallace and gromit half the time. gaffen realizes he should probably respect the guy more but half the time he just kinda perceives him as like. the team dad and not a respected member of the gorons

that was longer than I thought. oops

post calamity is weird and I have thought about it a little more I think its not something I've roleplayed much so it just kinda sits there in my head and Rots.

but basically i'd describe gaffen's relationship with the champions at first to be highly parasocial. the memory you get from mipha's statue is his first acquired memory and it is.jarring? to say the least. gaffen understood that he was missing large chunks of his memory after rhoam told him that but he didn't really process it fully and he certainly didnt think he had a personal relationship with the people rhoam was talking about. plus when he does get those back he in a sense re-experienced them it was Very Strong Very Overwhelming and it kind of freaked him out. but the zora all seemed to paint a specific picture of who he was and mipha's relationship with him so it really hammered in the importance of his past self and those memories. the problem is because of how important he thinks they are he. pictures himself having a closer relationship with the champions and zelda than he actually did. like they were besties. totally. he loved mipha and they were gonna get married probably maybe and revali could be mean sometimes but it was okay they eventually got along fine and had some respect for each other daruk was the best friend anyone could ever ask for and urbosa was like his mentor who helped him out and was cool. did he have any evidence for this absolutely not he just kinda made up what the champions were like based on the snippets he got and since. well. everyone who knew most of the champions personally is dead. and the zora really dont have a good image of what mipha was like because she didnt really reveal much about herself. these go unchallenged and spiral out of control. the champion abilities do not help. they are not actually the champions in my au they are abilities that look like them. but gaffen thinks they are the champions. he spent a lot of his time wandering around alone and they brought him a lot of comfort and. yeah they were basically his best friends except they were fake

then he almost gets beaten to death and mipha's grace heals his leg wrong and he feels betrayed by them personally so he gets mad. thinks they hate him. refuses to talk about them. stops using the champion abilities because he blocked them on socialmedia. eventually he gains some perspective on it and calms down. realizes he just made everything up. but it still hurts like hell and he refuses to use the abilities anymore. however he still will get incredibly pissed if you insult them. maybe they arent his friends anymore but you will respect them dammit they died for your COUNTRY!!!

OH...hehe I cant reveal everything about alt zelda's impressions of ppl but some things I certainly can!! it is very colored by a few things that have happened to her. that are spoilers. but.

ok so link first cause hes easy. she thinks hes dumb. but she also feels sorry for him because she knows that a lot of the people around her and just the government/military in hyrule are. manipulative and exploitative. so. she really wants him to stay out of this honestly but in some ways she's happy to see him

Lance? she does not know who he is. blasse is complicated and spoilery but basically when she was younger she saw him one time and called him the "lazy old soldier guy" and everyone was confused

ciless (true mage of spirit) is incredibly complicated but basically ciless used to be zelda's mother figure. they hate each other currently and often try to sabotage each other

pike she just sees as ciless's crony and mostly dismisses him

fen she would actually have an. interesting? reaction towards. she'd act like she recognizes him somewhat. she would refer to him as link's father even if link didn't like it. she might ask him if he feels like he's missing something

lepy she would just think is a crony again im sorry lepy you deserve better

and packard she would also basically ignore

MAN. you got me thinking about a tangent about alt zelda and revali oops i am not sure if thats what you meant. but its a funny hypothetical to me. honestly zelda would be fascinated by revali. like at first shed think he was some sort of monster thing but then she would be like. wait you can talk. and revali would be like scoff yes of course. what does it look like.

"you look like a large bird or a monster"

"let me make it known that I am not a bird, and I refuse to be called a bird. I am revali of the rito tribe. it's--" and he looks VERY annoyed -- "not exactly a pleasure to make your acquaintance, but I seem to have lost my way."

"...that is very strange." and she just looks amused

i imagined this weird au where shes like "ok i really like you youre my friend now" and she tries to get him to help her with Stuff I think it would be funny

#asks #glider rambles #golden blood on his hands #alternate triforce #sorry for answering. all of them. oops

[thewanderingace]

I hate this I hate this I hate this I HATE THIS

This whole renaming season 14 to season 1 weirdness Doctor Who/Disney/RTD is doing is so stupid and unnecessary.

First of all why would you call season 14, season 1? It made sense to call 2005 season 1 because Doctor Who hadn't been on the air in 16 years. But Doctor Who has not been off air at all in the last 13 years. It's been ongoing. There is zero reason to rebrand this season as season 1. What would be the point? Is it not still the doctor? Is it not just another regeneration and another new companion? That's been happening for decades. Big whoop. It's kind the whole thing about the show. It's also changed showrunners before and didn't feel the need to to do a weird reboot. So why?

If this is because there been lower viewers and Disney+ is going to have it now and for some reason they think it'll be confusing for new people to see a season 14 and no other previous seasons I have two thoughts on that. First, that's so insulting to the intelligence of your viewers. Seeing season 14 isn't as confusing as you think it'll be. Seeing season 14 means there are previous seasons so new viewers should watch those. And any new fans going into the show season 14 seeing that this is "season 1" are going to end up hopelessly confused because this is not season 1. There are 13 years before it and another 30+ before that. But leaving out classic who for a moment, how can you watch s14 as though its s1? It's not. Won't it reference things from previous doctors? Or is it just going to pretend those eras never happened which would be so fucking awful I can't even begin to state how much I hate that. So new viewers will have to figure out which season 1 is the actual season 1 and if they choose s14 as their s1 won't the be insanely confused about what's going on? Or is the story for this new season going to completely give a middle finger to those who have been watching all this time and treat every viewer like a new viewer? Cause that's dumb too

Also I have a simple solution, Disney+, if you're worried about new people being confused. PUT EVERY SEASON ON DISNEY+ INSTEAD OF JUST SEASON 14! If all the seasons are on there then people will know where to start and will be fine! Jeezus.

And if this is all to attract new viewers its incredibly insulting to the intelligence of your potential audience. As if new people watching the show won't want to start with the 2005 season 1? As if 14 seasons are too much to watch? People LIKE shows with a lot of episodes. This whole 6 episode season and theres only 2 season is old and annoying and no one wants that. People like shows with a lot of episodes to watch and anyone wanting to get I to doctor who should have no problem going to season 1! But you're just going to confused them even more by calling this season season 1. Because it isnt!! Its season 14! So they're go I to thinking everything will be just starting and it'll all be explained and what not and it wont! Because it isn't the start of a show it's the fucking middle!

And if they are taking the whole reboot start over version then your ignoring everyone who has stayed with doctor who for the last 13 years in order to cater to new fans who can just catch up. We've been here. We don't need another relaunch or to relearn everything about the doctor and the tardis because its been stated for the past decade!

The whole idea is awful, makes no fucking sense, and is insulting to both new and old fans. I hate it so much.

#doctor who #doctor who season 14 #rtd #season 14 #russell t davies #this is bullshit #stephs stuff #maybe delete later #im riled up

[lostonehero]

I have this idea so uhhhhhhhhh

Time travel

Scooped Micheal

Micheal huffed, pushing the old ballpit to the center of this facade of a fazebear location. Henry got this from a friend of a friend kind of thing. It was the same thing from when he had organs. He huffed and turned on his walkie. "Do you want me to move this?" A mask hung across his face overnight his leather rotting face.

"Nah, you did a fine job bringing it in." A familiar accent voice breaks through the other end.

"Thanks, Henry." Micheal stretches grimaces, feeling a few stitches pop. Thankfully, tonight was it, the last night. Then everything will be up in flames. There are all here. Maybe he will miss the pocket he made of his chest cavity, but it didn't matter it will finally be over.

The radio static interrupted his thoughts. "Careful d-"

Micheal didn't hear the rest as he stepped on a stray ball and fell face first into the ball pit.

....

Micheal groaned as he opened his eyes. He felt his face. Thankfully, he still had his mask on, but his sleeves felt a lot longer than before. He furrows his brows as he pulls himself out of the pit. Brown hair fell in front of his eyes to his confusion. He lost his hair ages ago after he was scooped, and he can't recall when he had long hair like this. He tries to stand and trips over his pants. They fit his waist, but the legs are way too long, and he lost his shoes.

The raido on his hip stayed and crackled to life. "Micheal?"

Micheal grabs it as he pushes himself off the floor. The attractions turned themselves on it was way too loud and bright. "I'm here. I just fell. The damn attractions turned themselves on again. It's not even night."

"Everything is off." Henry responds as Micheal finally looks around.

"No, everything is on....and." He huffs, pulling up his sleeves so he can use his hands.

"Look, Micheal came from the baby pit." A preteen pointed at him.

"Look at that dumb mask." Another one pointed.

"He's a baby like his cry baby brother."

Micheal holds the walkie to his mouth. "Henry, I have to call you back before I have a panic attack or beat children to death like my father."

"Micheal? Micheal!" Henry tries to grab his attention as Micheal silences the walkie.

Micheal rolls up his pant legs and then his shirt he hasn't even noticed his skin wasn't purple or rotting. He stands up and grabs the flashlight from his belt. "Fuck off." He huffs as he rushes to the bathroom.

Before Micheal can get to the bathroom, a small hand grabs his shirt, and then a second one.

"Mikey, why are you in weird clothes?" Micheal's blood ran cold hearing that voice.

"What are you trying to be like, dad?" And that voice sent a chill down his spine.

Micheal faints.

......

"That's not our security uniform, Henry." A very familiar British accent was what Micheal woke up to.

"It's also way too big for his frame. How would he even put it on with a belt, too?" William pulls at his hair. "And why is your voice coming from the radio?" He looks back at Micheal. "Micheal, my little fox, are you ok?"

Micheal's first action was to reach up for his mask, and it was gone. His second action was to stare at the man above him, his father. He bit his lip screwing his eyes shut. "No, I can't do this. This has to be hell."

William's features twist to one of pain and heartbreak. "Micheal? Come on, what's wrong?" He shoes his two youngest to their uncle. He crouches next to Micheal and brushes his hair out of his face. He places his hand against Micheal's forehead. "You don't have a fever."

"You need a pluse to have a fever." Mkcheal huffs pushing his fathers hand away as he sits up. "Of course you know that. Look at me, I'm...I'm...." He freezes, staring at his hand. It's smaller than he was used to and not skeletal, nor purple. He flexes it, and it's normal. He reaches for the walkie on the table. "Henry?"

"Micheal, where are you?" The tired voice responds.

"I think the better question is when." Micheal looks back at his father, who was staring at him with wide eyes. "When I'm back, I'm burning that pit."

The walkie crackles for a moment. "Micheal...."

"Hey, how is my dad's voice coming out of that, and he's right there." A female voice interrupts.

Younger Henry throws his hands up. "I tried to catch her."

The walkie crackles for a moment, and then a voice comes through. "Charlie?"

"Of course it's me." Charlie giggles. "This is a weird machine you built."

Micheal pulls the walkie close to him. "I think I'm back in the past." He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. "That old friend of yours, I'm going to light his truck on fire."

The walkie crackles, then goes silent.

Micheal hugs it to his chest. "I really shouldn't be here." He can feel something wet drip down his face as he shakes. "I don't want to do this again."

.....

When Micheal started to yell at William was when his heart snapped in two. He became a murderer? He killed the man he loved child? He killed kids? Micheal accidently killed Evan? His own machine killed his daughter? What kind of monster was he? He was crying by the time Micheal relaxed enough to look at him.

Micheal froze. His father didn't. His father didn't have a heart. His father... his father was crying and actually looked hurt. That was impossible. He couldn't recall his childhood everything before the scooping incident was fuzzy at best and blank at worse. He always blamed it on ennard, but the way he called him his fox stirred something in him. He looked away he couldn't keep staring at his father. Maybe his uncle held some truth when he talked about Micheal being the favorite for his father.

He picked up the thermos his mom made him according to his father. A very familiar smell made him pause before he took a drink. Micheal frowns. "Did you make this?"

William wiped his face barely containing himself. "N-no your mother did, she insisted that you get your own food and drink."

Micheal's face is unreadable as he sniffs the water again. He opened the lunch bag, and his sandwich smelled off, he lifts up the bread and saw discolored bits in the mayo, and he swallows. He throws the bottle and sandwich to the floor.

"Micheal?" William asks as he watches Henry hold back his daughter, and his own two kids.

Micheal shakes. "Mom made that for me?"

William nods. "Like I said, she's been making your own food for years, Micheal. She never lets your siblings have any, and she has scolded you for sharing. Why are you upset?"

Micheal hugs his chest. "She spiked my food. She poisoned my water. They smell the same as..." He pulls his hair, recalling the heavy medication Ethan was on his deathbed, and then Jeremy after the bite to his skull. "That's why I can't remember. Everything before..." Bile crept up his throat.

William raised his brow and picked up the themos. He took only one sniff and pulled it away from his face. A painful realization came across his face. "Henry, take Micheal to your home tonight." He wiped his eyes and ran his hands through his hair.

Henry raised his brow, taking the thermos from William and swallows, barely smelling the contents. "Charlie darling, go take Evan and Elizabeth to the arcade machines. Now darling." He doesn't leave room for an argument.

Micheal shakes as he holds the walkie to his chest.

#time travel #five nights at freddy's #micheal afton #henry emily

[tired-truffle]

Rivers and Roads

A Lokixfem!reader Fic

Word Count: 3.1k

Part 5/16

Masterlist

“Do you have a problem with me?” You asked, maybe it was a dumb question, he’d made it clear you were welcome to stay, but the ups and downs in his treatment of you were confusing to navigate. If there were any negative feelings you wanted to air them out now while you still had the confidence to do so. 

He looked up at you from the book he had propped open on his lap and furrowed his brow, “Why would you think that?”

You groaned in exasperation and leaned against the bathroom doorway. You’d spent too long overthinking everything while you got dressed and now you didn’t know how to go about untangling your messy feelings.

“Because you keep getting upset with me.” You explained, “How was I supposed to know you were a prince when I’ve never met one before and all my knowledge comes from fairy tale books or social media? I don’t mean to say the wrong things but I don’t know anything about you so it’s really difficult to know what to say and what to avoid.” 

He closed his book with a sigh, “I apologize for my earlier frustration, you are correct, you couldn’t have known,” You had a feeling he didn’t admit to being wrong often, you would take that as a good sign, “I am not used to you not - to anyone being here. I’ve been alone for some time and I will need a bit to adjust.” 

“I’m happy to give you time, it’s just difficult when we’re in such close quarters. Not that I’m ungrateful for you letting me stay here,” You added hastily, “But I have so many questions I don’t even know where to start. I promise not to pry, I’m just spiraling with the gaps in my memory and I need to try to figure it out. I can barely remember my parent’s faces, or what I did for work. It’s driving me crazy.” 

He scooted to the far side of the couch and motioned for you to take a seat. You gratefully sat down, after your near drowning you were feeling relatively weak. Or maybe it was the days spent unconscious without food or water. 

His nostrils flared, “Did you use my soap?” 

“Did you just smell me?” 

He was quiet for a moment before evidently deciding to move past that, “Carry on.”

“I think I’m still in a bit of shock,” You admitted, still a little weirded out that he’d smelled you but needing to think of other things, “Alien planets and princes in space aren’t part of my usual routine. How did you even get here in the first place? I didn’t think there were any inhabitable planets for humans within our reach. You sound British but I don’t remember you being a part of the Royal Family there.”

“That’s because I’m not human.” If it weren’t for the seriousness of his expression you would have thought that he was joking. 

“You’re an alien?” You asked, barely able to believe you were asking that question. 

“An Asgardian.” He corrected. 

Your jaw went slack as your brain put two and two together, “Like you’re from the Asgard? The one from Norse Mythology.” 

“Norse history.”

“You mean to tell me,” You started, unable to keep the incredulousness out of your voice, “That your parents weren’t really into Norse Mythology - history, whatever - and you are actually the real Loki, a Norse God, the one who was always playing tricks and stuff?” Norse myth wasn’t your forte, or it was and you had simply forgotten like how you’d forgotten your name, but that Norse God was relatively famous, all things considering.

You’d ruffled his feathers with the last comment, but he seemed to have taken your earlier request to heart and did not get upset with you, he only let a slight irritation slip into his voice, “Yes, I am the real Loki, The God of Mischief, Trickster, son of Odin, brother of Thor.”

He listed off his titles like one would a grocery list. 

“I think I need a nap.” You deflated. You’d been too ambitious with your questions. 

“Being stranded on an alien world was fine, but learning who I am has exhausted you so much you must fall asleep?” He raised an eyebrow, and that horrible - frustratingly attractive - smirk reappeared on his face. 

You waved a hand, “More like it was the cherry on top of my already overloaded brain.”

“It is always fascinating how little mortals can process at a time.” He cocked his head to the side like he was inspecting a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest. The comparison felt surprisingly accurate to how you were feeling,

You slapped him playfully on the arm without thinking and instinct drove you to speak, “That’s rich coming from the guy who always asked me the same boring questions that I gave the same boring answers to.”

Your face fell and you blinked. What did that even mean? You were concerned you’d had a mini-stroke. Loki looked equally as confused as you felt, though that confusion was laced with something else. His mouth parted, and his eyes softened as he looked at you intently like he wanted you to say more. 

“I’m sorry,” You said, “I don’t know why I said that, that doesn’t make any sense.” 

The look vanished from his face, briefly replaced by disappointment, before returning to that indifferent mask he liked to wear. 

“Perhaps a nap really is in order, you should rest.”

You couldn’t agree more, “What time of day is it?”

Loki shrugged, “It doesn’t get dark here, try to follow your internal clock.”

“Right.”

You got up but paused, “I don’t want to steal your bed again if I accidentally fall asleep for the whole night.” 

“I am more than fine on the couch, what kind of host would I be if I didn’t make sure my guest was properly rested?” He smiled cheekily at you. 

You shuffled nervously, “But, it’s your bed, I’ve already-”

Loki cut you off, “Just rest for now, we can talk about it later.”

You didn’t have the energy nor will to argue about it. If he wanted to be chivalrous then who were you to say no?

You slipped under the covers, grateful for their warmth. Yet you felt hesitant to fully lie down, you didn’t want to close your eyes and have more of those weird dreams. 

“Something wrong?” Loki asked, not looking up from the book he had opened. 

You wanted to tell him, you’d thought it would be a good idea, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to tell the whole truth, “I've just been having weird dreams when I sleep or pass out, I’m sure it’s nothing but they’re really vivid.”

He looked up from his book, a carefully controlled look on his face, “What are these dreams about?”

“Um,” You panicked, how were you supposed to tell him they were about you both? “Just… stuff.”

Wow, good lie, he definitely bought that. 

“I’ll be right here to make sure that scary stuff doesn’t get you.” 

That was part of the problem, but there was no way to tell him without revealing the whole truth. 

“My saviour.” You said with a small giggle, watching as he unconsciously pushed out his chest, a pleased smile on his face. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and snuggled in underneath the covers, rolling over so you were facing away from him.

“Goodnight, Princess.” He murmured fondly, almost too quiet for you to hear.

You yawned, “Goodnight, Prince.” 

You heard the clattering of a book on the ground but thought nothing of it, your mind was already washing you away from the present and deep into a wonderfully dreamless sleep. 

If you woke up a few times to find Loki staring longingly in your direction from his makeshift bed on the couch, you decided to ignore it. 

* * *

You slept through the night without any dreams or visions. You felt more well rested than you had yet, and any soreness that had lingered the day before had vanished. 

After a light breakfast of toast with some odd but tasty bright green jam that reminded you of kiwis, you decided it was time to barrage Loki with more questions. 

You crossed your legs and placed your hands on your lap. You were once again sat on opposite sides of the couch, the dishes cleaning themselves, and a toasty fire in the oven warming the bunker. 

“So you’re an alien who is stuck on this planet a very long way away from Earth. You found me in the weird coloured woods, and I can’t go outside because of the big monster.” You recapped. 

“I’m an Asgardian, not a common ‘alien’ as you so crassly put it,” He insisted, “But yes, the rest is more or less correct.” 

“You never did tell me how you got here. Did your spaceship crash?” 

“No, my spaceship didn’t crash,” He looked at you like you’d asked a ridiculous question. Maybe you had, you had no idea what alien culture was like. It could be taboo to ask about his spaceship. “I was sent here by my brother.”

“Thor, another Asgardian.” You attempted to put the pieces together. 

Loki nodded, “He’s rather busy with his duties to the Throne, but he stops by every decade or so.” 

You looked Loki up and down, if Thor stopped by every decade, how old was this guy? Though you suppose if you believed that he truly was Loki, the God of Mischief, he would have to be at least many hundreds of years old. 

He winked at you, seeming to sense what you were thinking, “I’m older than I look.” 

You furrowed your brow, “So you want me to think that someone who looks like you could be what, two hundred or two thousand years old?” 

A coy smile lit up his face and you instantly regretted your words, “Someone who looks like me?”

Your face heated up, “You know,” You gestured vaguely to his face and body, “Someone who looks… young?” 

By that self-satisfied smirk adorning his face, it was clear he knew what you were actually thinking and he would use that to over-inflate his ego, more so than it already was. Perfect. 

“How could I have gotten here?” You moved on from another one of the many embarrassing moments you’d had so far. 

“Likely some sort of portal.” He said nonchalantly. 

“And that just happens to humans while they mind their business on Earth?”

He shrugged, “Sometimes.”

You groaned, sinking into the couch and rubbing your eyes. 

“It seems like you may be feeling… overwhelmed?” He was trying to be empathetic and you appreciated the effort. Yet the way he said the word ‘overwhelmed’ made you wonder if he had ever experienced anything similar, or at least the concept of being overwhelmed about space and aliens was foreign to him. You had a feeling empathy wasn’t his strong suit.

“I’ll be fine,” You brushed off his concern. Yes, it was a lot to deal with, but you didn’t have any other choice than to deal with it, “I just need to process in smaller quantities I think.” 

He hummed in agreement and looked to the bookcase behind him, “Perhaps you would like to process while enjoying some Midgardian literature that Thor acquired for me on his last visit. It isn’t exactly to my tastes, but you may enjoy them.” The disdain dripped off his tongue and made you all the more curious to know what books were there. Your best guess was some fantasy book with a magic system he thought wasn’t as good as his. 

You hadn’t seen any English books when you had quickly examined the bookshelf, but you were curious to see if there were any that you’d recognize, “Sure, that would be great.” 

A distraction would be good for you, something to settle you while you let your brain recover. You thought sleep would be enough. You had been incorrect. 

He got up to pull a few books off the shelf before reaching to the second layer of books that you hadn’t realized was back there and pulling out three very dusty hardback books. They were missing the sleeves but the titles were all, thankfully, in English. They consisted of what appeared to be fantasy books you, unfortunately, did not recognize: 

Late Night in the Graveyard.

The Wizard’s Enchanted Staff.

The Witch’s Touch.

“Is this what you normally do with your free time?” You asked, taking the books from him, and sitting with your back against the armrest and your knees tucked up so you could face him, “Read books and cook?”

He grinned, “Magic does come in handy so I don’t have to do the more mundane chores, but hunting and gathering are also an important part of my stay here.” 

That made sense, but also sounded dreadfully boring. You’d have to come up with something to do, maybe you’d get lucky and he’d have a deck of cards hidden somewhere. 

Loki took a book of his own, in a language you were sure wasn’t Earthen. It almost seemed to swirl and dance around the page, like it was constantly shifting, challenging the reader to follow along. 

Noticing your bewildered expression, Loki explained, “It’s All-Speak, not something a mortal could comprehend.” 

“That sounds like a challenge,” You smirked, your eyes glinting as you found something else that may entertain you until you could get out of this place. 

“An impossible one,” The cocky look in his eyes made you want to try all the more. 

“We’ll see.”

He huffed a laugh, and you let him enjoy his book. 

You picked up the first book on the top of the stack, The Wizard’s Enchanted Staff. The backing groaned as you opened it and you coughed as the dust flew off and into your nose. Once you’d recovered, pointedly not looking at your companion who you were sure found that rather amusing, you opened the book to the first chapter, skipping past all the credits and forewords like you usually did. You’d probably check them later, for now, you just wanted to dive into the simplicity of reading a story.

The story started out interesting enough; there was a princess trapped in a tower by a witch jealous of her incredible beauty; a classic trope. She was lonely in her tower and missed her fiancé back in her kingdom. It had been years since she had been taken, and the witch rarely came to see her, opting for using magic to deliver her food which slowly sapped the princess’s strength. 

One day, she noticed a bricked-up portion on the wall of her tiny bedroom that had been hidden beside her bed and spent the next week chiseling away at it with a spoon she had stolen from the witch. She was eventually able to reach in and pull out this incredibly detailed golden staff with a powerful magical aura. She thought that if she could harness it she could use it to escape, yet she couldn’t figure out how to use it. That night while she lay awake in her bed, the silky voice of an unknown man came from the staff, beckoning her to use it for… Not what you had expected.

You shut the book as fast as you could. You’d read a few books of similar nature in your time, but there was no way you would read a smut book while sitting beside this alien prince who had a knack for making you blush already without the porn.

Said aggravating alien raised an eyebrow at you, “Done already, Princess?” 

That cheeky little bugger, “No, I just don’t think it was for me.” 

You tried your best to plaster on an innocent smile and will your blush to go away, but there was no way he didn’t know what you had just read. Especially after he called you Princess and he himself was a sort of wizard… No, don’t let your mind go there. 

Thankfully, he went back to his reading. 

The Witch’s Touch had to be better, you told yourself. They could be talking about her magic touch, maybe she makes a lot of potions and pets a lot of cats, or whatever it is that witches do. 

It was about her magic touch, but not exactly what you had been thinking. It wasn’t how she used her magic to create cool potions and magical objects, it was about her magic touch in the bedroom. 

You’d made it fewer chapters than the previous one. You huffed in irritation and pretended not to hear Loki’s stifled chuckle. 

You picked up the last book, Late Night in The Graveyard. You weren’t hopeful, and it was a good thing you weren’t. It wasn’t any less smutty than the previous two. 

You tossed the book at him, narrowing your eyes as he caught it before it could smack him in the chest. 

“What the Hell, Loki, those are all porn books!” 

He looked so pleased with himself that it made you want to throw another book at his smug little face.

“I won’t judge your chosen type of entertainment.” 

You spluttered, “I didn’t choose those, you gave them to me!” 

“Semantics.” 

You smacked your hand over your face, “I hate you.” 

He seemed to inflate even more, “No you don’t.” 

You nudged his leg with your foot, “Why did your brother even give you these?” 

“He thought it would be funny, I suppose.” 

You snorted and picked up The Witch’s Touch. Somewhere in some deep part of your brain, you knew it was odd that a near stranger had decided to prank you with porn books, but you also knew he hadn’t done it to be creepy or make you feel bad. If he was telling the truth about who he was, and the magic seemed a good indicator that he was, then he was the God of Mischief, you should have expected a prank or two to be played. It was better than arguing, even if slightly annoying.

You opened to the acknowledgments, not surprised to see the author had dedicated it to her wife. But the smile dropped off your face and your hearing turned fuzzy as you saw the copyright page. 

It was copyrighted for the year 2052. 

“It seems you didn’t hate it after all.” You didn’t register Loki’s words, nor his leg tense against your foot as he realized what you were looking at. 

“I-I don’t understand.” You stuttered. Your brain felt like a blender that had just had a fist full of stones tossed in, “2052, how is it 2052?”

“It isn’t 2052.” Loki said, hesitating before adding, “If my math is correct, which it always is, it is early 2084.”

A/N: Another piece of the puzzle and some porn books, the perfect combo 👀

Next Chapter

#loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #no use of y/n #loki fanfic #loki laufesyon x reader #loki laufeyson #hurt/comfort #hurt loki #protective loki #loki needs a hug #eventual smut #angst with a happy ending #loss #thor is a good bro #fluff #fix it fic

[timetobeaghost]

Thank you for being brave enough to share your opinion on all of this drama even though it goes against the vocal majority (?). I wish I could like your posts, but I don't want to get cancelled in the midst of this. I understand the fear about sexualizing minors and huge age gaps being an issue, but some of the logic on here is crazy. There are people saying being 21 and liking a 20-year-old makes you a pedophile. I'm honestly so confused.

Thank you guys for the asks! I'm doing a roundup to reply.

I don't feel I have anything really to lose here. I understand other people posted valuable creative content and are serious about their blogs... Still I gained, not lost followers over this, people keep liking my Byler posts, probably without a clue who I am, so in general I don't really see the downside. (And I'm getting asks, who doesn't like that? Ask me anything!)

Also I'm not getting silenced by a mob of hysterical teens. Like you gotta say "No, stop, you're being dumb" or we are really lost as a society.

LOL, to the discussion if it's fine to be 23, 22 or at least 21 to be attracted to a 20 year old... There is no limit to the idiocy of what people will accept as a reasonable mindset in an echo chamber.

Anonymous asked:

It baffles me that everyone is attacking you and people aren’t defending you and instead, rushing to block you when everything you said was completely reasonable. They’re acting like you’re a “pedo defender” when that’s literally not what you’re doing at all. All you said was that there’s nothing wrong with a 29 year old acknowledging than a 19 year old actor is attractive. In any other context, that’d be an accurate statement. And that people should touch grass and stop freaking out. But of course people keep blowing things out of proportion and no one wants to stand up to people with literal pitchforks who will hear no nuance and call you a predator for calling bull

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Yes, thanks! Same points: Group think insanity. A pedophile who is attracted to 19 year olds. 😂 A predator who looks at PR pics of a young adult actor. If that scares someone, they need to grow the actual fuck up.

Anonymous asked:

Hey, I am in complete agreement with you and just wanted to share something I submitted in another user's asks:

Is the irony lost on you? People cannot choose who they're attracted to. That is literally the same principle behind gay rights.

Is it wrong for adults to be attracted to children? Yes. Those people are mentally ill. If they act on those feelings in any way, including harboring pictures of children, that is very wrong (and illegal).

But to say that a 29 year-old is disgusting for finding a 19 year-old attractive is incredibly ignorant and intolerant and belies your own immaturity. You will find as you get older that the beauty of youthfulness does not go away just because you are getting older. Frankly, it wouldn't be weird for a 59 year-old to find a 19 year-old attractive. That's human nature. That's just biology and psychology.

Of course acting on it would be a different story. And I agree that it's a little weird to have photos on your phone. And maybe people should just keep it to themselves. But can we at least separate the attraction and appreciation of an adult celebrity's beauty from actual pedophilic and predatory behavior?

And FYI, my grandparents are 10 years apart and got married at 22/32. They have been married for 65 years and have the sweetest and most wholesome and beautiful relationship. Do you really want to pass judgment on them too? Love is love.

Btw, not that it matters, but I am in my twenties but younger than 29. And I also find adult Finn attractive.

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Oh, yes. What struck me first is the irony of ST fans getting together a Jason like lynch mob to go after someone arbitrarily defined as a freak, because apparently they are too far out of the narrow norm to be acceptable, so they just accuse them of horrible crimes out of thin air. Like. But of course your gay rights point is even better. And I don't know if anyone here actually knows any adult gay guys, but try to find a gay guy born in 1971 who doesn't laugh in your face and then backs away slowly if you tell them you are scandalized by a 29-year-old being attracted to a ten year younger person. This is so beyond absurd, and I can guarantee the mob that Eddie Munson, Will Byers and Mike Wheeler would think you are the worst.

Finn is too young for me tbh. I just have a "cute kid" attitude towards him and also no interest seeing pics of him out of character or his other movies. Might be different if I was still in my mid-twenties. But most importantly, it does not matter. If a bunch of senior citizens want to look at him all day, good for them. Good for Finn if many find him attractive and do want to see his other movies tbh.

And then there is also the fact that 10 years is not even a huge age gap for an actual relationship among adults. Yeah, many wouldn't want it, less the younger they are, but who even cares if other people do it, really. But this isn't even about a relationship. Absurd from so many angles.

#byler #tw: agism #agism #drama lama

[angelic-flower-universe]

What is gender?

Anyone here write stuff for tumblr because it's literally for a (late) school assignment? The topic I chose was gender and education. Anyways here’s my writing that was originally going to be way longer.

What is gender?

Is gender the way you dress, act or feel? The way something is either feminine. What is gender? It’s a presentation (obviously?). It's both what I feel like and what others see. It's a way to categorize people based on conservative/traditional feminine values ex; dainty, soft, nice smelling, and pretty. And masculine values would be; muscles, aggression, dirt, tough, providing and protecting.

Is feminine when you have long hair down to your waist? What happens when a female has a shaved head? Is she a man? If she works out, has a pixie cut, and wears mens jeans because it’s her style, is she less of a woman? If my dad dyes his hair purple and has shoulder length hair is he now a woman? If a man wears a dress is he less of a man?

The answers for the hypotheticals above are no. (Unless an individual person I'm talking about wants it to be). Gender is defined and thought of differently by each person.

Examples:

I think most MOGAI/obscure lgbtq+ are cool identities but I'll never memorize all of them. You mostly don’t even need to know genders/ just the pronouns someone uses.

(I could just say my “based” take of : girlboys and boygirls and girlyboyboys and vanilla extract and boygirly-boygirls and w̴̹̪̲͋ḩ̴͐̍͌͐á̸̗̐͊t̷͖̏̌͘t̵͔͉̆f̵̨̄̅i̸̯͈̼͗͂̓s̵͎̼̔́͊̚a̶̧̠͉͗͋̊̂g̶̳̫̯͕̑̂̈́e̵̻̹͖̒͋̽̓͜n̴̮̳̙͛͐͘d̴̛̞̭̭ȩ̸̙̼͒͒̿͝r̶̭͌̓̂̒ genders existing is very common knowledge and literally* everyone would agree and rejoice. (* being the stains of fecal matter who got pissvortex blocked). However, that is a statement my teacher reading this will be confused at.)

One of my friends (she/they) wrote “I am very attracted to feeling like a woman and having tits. Regardless of my gender identity though I want to be and feel like a massive wh*re without expectations of gender placed upon me.” She identifies as a transwoman and agender.

Another friend wrote, "my gender is everything and nothing at the same time" (They use they/them)

I gave the prompt(s) to someone else I know, and he wrote:

"To me gender is what a person feels they are, which is partially influenced by how we as a society perceive different genders. Gender is a chaotic mess that isn’t very well understood but it is part of who a person is, gender is related to your mind, and what a person’s gender is can have different intensities on how much it matters to them as a person. Not to mention gender expression which can also be different that a person’s gender identity. For me personally, I identify as male, and I am cis, however I don’t feel like one hundred percent like male masculine and all that. while I lean heavily male I do like to express myself femininely on occasion. gender has been refered to as a spectrum and if I were to fall on the spectrum I would be close but not on the end point of male but I would be close, not quite at demiboy. Like I said gender is chaotic."

Someone else wrote “I was sexually assaulted at the age of 8 and that made me question my gender identity. I always crossdressed when i was younger and painted my nails. Also my mother had a wife growing up and she was trans so it worked as a big influence for me having a trans person in my life that I could transition with someone in my household that could help me feel safe and protected.” -(one of my transwoman friends.)

My friend Gus, “Prank Master General” is ambivalent to gender. He uses he/him pronouns, (fine with any) “I don’t really care, I've never thought about it too much. I think people just need to express themselves dude”.

My friend Izzy who is a trans woman said, “I think gender is kind of dumb, but I do enjoy following all the rules and stuff because it makes me feel good. I’m probably infected by society. I don’t see why this is a bad thing, and many others may find it weird. Probably not many people my age, though. TdT”

By reading these quotes you are learning random opinions of random people, which is technically education.

#gender identity #school