#because these people are the only ones who have ever shown him affection and love but they are terrible humans

[braimin]

Arranged marriage au where Judge wants an alliance with the straw Hats because in the north blue they’re seen as warmongers who have been conquering the entirety of the East Blue. Judge thinks they’re the same as him and are conquering all these places for power. During the negotiations for the alliance Judge forces a marriage contract to be involved. He sees an opportunity to make sure he has blood ties to this powerful empire and it's also a great way for his failure omega son to finally make himself useful.

Zoro is the only 'eligible' alpha amongst the Straw hats and the rumors are that he's the strongest and most violent one, Judge thinks those'll be great traits to pass down to their children, maybe they'll cancel out Sanji's softness. Zoro doesn't want to get married, that will only get in the way of his goals. But Germa has access to resources and trade routes that the East needs, so he has to just deal with it.

Sanji is absolutely horrified when he finds out he's basically being sold to this empire in the East Blue and that his destined mate is going to be some huge macho asshole alpha. His biggest fear was to stay in Germa forever and for a second he thought he was actually getting a way out when Reiju told him. Until he hears who will be taking him and he immediately assumes the worst, it feels like he's only being moved from one cage to another.

When he is first gets off the ship in the East he thinks maybe he can make a run for it, disappear and live in the woods somewhere. Unfortunately he's caught pretty quickly by none other than his betrothed. The alpha is entirely unbothered by it, he almost let him run off completely. But he knows Nami would kill him if the prince went missing, so he has no other choice but to go find him.

However, Sanji does not plan to give up. He runs any chance he gets. Most of the guards and the officials around Zoro don't seem to care when it happens, they leave it up to Zoro to go off and catch him. When he is caught, Sanji goes kicking and screaming, he makes a whole scene of it. He expects to hear people chastise him, to be told he's not acting how an omega should, or how a prince should for that matter. But everyone is unfazed, no one tries to rectify his behavior, no one tells him off, no one punishes him. So he tries to take it up a notch, he actively antagonizes Zoro, he yells and swears, he smokes and bares his teeth. And still nothing. If anything it seems to make the people here like him more ?

Members of the Straw Hats are kind and take him in like he's actually a member of their pack, Zoro meets him blow for blow, their subordinates treat him with respect he's not used to since he's an omega. Sanji feels like he's actually welcome. But there's a heavy, despicable feeling in his gut, unease always sits in the back of his mind, because Zoro is still the Demon of the East, these are still the warmongers who have been taking over the East Blue. No matter how comfortable he feels on the surface, these people are still just as evil and violent as Judge. Right ?

#zosan #sanji #zoro #one piece #yes i am writing this #yes it shall be omegaverse #because i said so #and i plan to heavily involve pack dynamics #sanji has a huge moral dilemma in his mind #because these people are the only ones who have ever shown him affection and love but they are terrible humans #or are they ?

[joyful-soul-collector]

I've seen a lot of people talking about how Barbie talks about how the patriarchy affects women and how well it does that, so I wanna talk about how Barbie talks about how the patriarchy affects men and how well it does that. Because it does that really well tbh.

At the beginning of the movie, it's made very clear that the Kens are constantly competing with each other, and trying to prove their worth, their Ken-ness, to both the Barbies, and more importantly, to the other Kens. In fact, multiple times through the movie it's shown that Ken seems to find the opinions of other Kens as a motivator for him to do things. He tries to show off to Barbie only after he sees the other Kens saying hi to her. He only starts dancing with Barbie when he sees the other Kens dancing with her. He only goes with her to the Real World after another Ken accuses him of cowardice and he decides to prove him wrong. Barbie says "Ken's not cool!" and Ken responds "He is to me."

This shows so damn well what the patriarchy is like for men. Because for the Kens it's not necessarily about Barbie, it's about what other Kens think of you. Being a man you are constantly, incessantly trying so damn hard to prove to the other men around you that you are a man, the manliest man to ever man, the best Ken to ever Ken. Literally doing backflips trying to prove yourself. And this is before patriarchy is even officially introduced to the story, there's no undertone of power yet, this is just what it's like to be a man around other men. It's toxic masculinity.

And when the patriarchy is introduced, that's increased tenfold. At first it looks like they've banded together to take power, but really they're still competing with each other, they're just doing it differently. Rather than competing to see who can get Barbie to fall in love with them, they're competing to see who can be the manliest, have the manliest stuff, wear the manliest clothes, have the manliest house and decorations.

And then they literally go to war. War is considered one of the few places where it's socially accepted for men to be more emotional, form deep and personal bonds with other men, and that's exactly what happens in the movie. They go to war, and there's an entire song where they bond and learn not to fight with each other anymore.

And that I think is the message from the Kens. For men, the way the patriarchy affects them is it forces constant competition and animosity, even around people that are supposed to be your friends. It makes it impossible to express your feelings unless they're with a romantic partner, and all of this turns you into a pent up ball of emotions with nowhere to go.

Which means that the message is: In order to fix the way the patriarchy oppresses men, men need to learn how to form close bonds with people, especially other men. Because like Barbie said to Ken, he needs to discover who he is without her. Men have learned to lean on women as a crutch, using them to figure out how to Be A Person and express emotions in a healthy way, but this can very quickly turn into a woman feeling like she needs too be his mother and teach him how to do these things. And Ken was 100% doing this, or at least he was trying to throughout the movie. Ken was so desperate for Barbie to be in love with him, not necessarily because he loved her, but because he needed a person he could just exist as himself around. Because he couldn't do that with the other Kens, the only person he could be himself around was Barbie.

And what's so great about the end of the movie is that the Kens did eventually figure out how to form close bonds with each other! They went to war, argued and fought, but by the end of the song they were holding hands, kissing each other on the cheek, telling each other they were enough. Even when Ken is up in the dreamhouse, crying and saying that he looks stupid, all the other Kens start shouting back up to him, saying that he looks cool. And Ken responds by giving one of his new friends his coat, which was clearly very important to him.

What the Kens did, that's what men in the real world need to do. They need to form close bonds with other men and stop competing with each other. Hopefully not by going to war the way the Kens did, Barbie isn't a blueprint for solving the patriarchy lol.

I'd be happy to do it through a song though.

#barbie #barbie 2023 #the barbie movie #ken barbie #barbie movie #greta gerwig #ken #barbie ken #meta #barbie meta #barbie movie spoilers

[its-your-mind]

ORV as shitposts 42/???

[Photo ID - 10 cropped screenshots from the ORV manhwa with text post pasted upon them.

The first image shows Kim Dokja wearing his white coat. The text post is by Tumblr user squeakitties. It reads, "*explodes into a shower of gore and when the red mist clears i'm completely fine but wearing a different outfit*"

The second image shows Jung Heewon with a large smile on her face while she points to herself in joy. A translucent Kim Dokja looks at her in shock from the viewer's left. The text post is by deactivated Tumblr user oamisoa. It reads, "I love it when people tell me about me because I have no idea who I am."

The third image is a close-up of Kim Dokja glancing at an indirect message from a constellation. The thought bubble above his head reads, "Looks like someone misread my intentions." Smaller text is on the side of the thought bubble that reads, "Uriel..." The indirect message reads, "[The constellation, Demonic Judge of Fire, is impressed that you are trying to put your fallen friend back on the righteous path.]" The text post is by Tumblr user neroinblack. It reads, "I like to hear their interpretations of the persona that I've shown them."

The fourth image shows Kim Dokja sticking out his tongue while Lee Sungkook and Jung Minseob are staring at a phone in Lee Sungkook's hands in shock. An indirect message is at the top of the image. It reads, "[The constellation, Secretive Plotter, is impressed by your shameless lies.]" The text post is by Tumblr user teaboot. It reads, "construction of the self through the eye of the other."

The fifth image shows Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja staring off toward the viewer. Yoo Joonghyuk is at the bottom left of the image while Kim Dokja is slightly behind him at the top right of the image. Two text post are pasted. The first one is by Tumblr user toastpotent and is above Yoo Joonghyuk and to the left (relative to the viewer) of Kim Dokja. It reads, "hey sweet heart!! hey dear!! *fucking decks you in the face* angel :)" The second text post is by Tumblr user ndiecity. It is to the right of Yoo Joonghyuk and below Kim Dokja's face. It reads, "Psst. Hey. Fucker. *Kisses you* idiot."

The sixth image shows Yoo Sangah holding Kim Dokja's arm in a semi-crowded subway car. Kim Dokja is looking at her in surprise with a speech bubble that reads, "Sorry?" The text post is by Tumblr user heavensickness. It reads, "Do you ever wanna bond with someone so bad you're like 'damn i wish we were knights on a dangerous quest.'"

The seventh image is a close-up of Kim Dokja smiling with his eyes closed. A message from "Junghyeok Yu" via Midday Rendezvous is above his head. It reads, "I'll get you back for hitting me." The text post is by Tumblr user antigonekin. It reads, "my beloathed. my insignificant other. my worstie. my stupid rabbit. my fucked up abhorrent little meow meow."

The eight image shows Kim Dokja wearing a dirty and torn shirt. His hand is outstretched as he smiles. His speech bubble at the bottom of the image is cut off, but what's visible reads, "Give me 5,000." The text post is the fortieth question from a quiz with two answers. The question reads, "I use the force of my personality..." The first answer is selected. It reads, "...to get what I want." The second answer reads, "...to guide others in making the right decisions."

The ninth image shows Kim Dokja staring upwards at a golden ball of light. The text post is by Tumblr user canimuff. It reads, "no offense but i'm literally starving for affection but when people give it to me i can't accept it as valid because i'm worried i've manipulated their perception of me by only portraying myself a certain way and feeling like this portrayal of myself is an imposter and makes me disingenuous and not deserving of the affection they give me."

The final image shows Kim Dokja drawn in a simplified way in the background running off with a sword in hand and a smile on his face. The background of Yoo Joonghyuk's head is in the foreground of the image with an anger symbol drawn on it. A spiky speech bubble under and to the right of him reads, "Why you...!" The text post is two tweets by Twitter user rem ?! @/exercexe. The first tweet reads, "you're in his dms i'm on his nerves." The second tweet is a reply to the first one that reads, "im pissing him off im ruining his day." /End ID]

ID by the incredible @incorrect-web-novels !!!

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscent reader #orv shitpost #orv textposts #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #joongdok #yoo sangah

[slytherinshua]

A JERK. OR NOT?

genre. fluff. warnings. eunseok is a tiny bit jerk... he teases a lot. but he's actually whipped. pairing. eunseok x fem!reader. wc. 1.9k. request. requested by @eternalgyu: JDJSJS OK LISTEN EUNSEOK ACADEMIC E2L- HES ACTUALLY BULLYCORE TO HIS CLOSE FRIENDS BUT HES ALSO THE SWEETEST WHEN HES IN LOVE like he would make u miss ur bus after school and it would rain but then would walk u home w an umbrella HSJSJSJ IM SO DOWN BAD FOR HIM a/n. hehe i ate up this req TBH EUNSEOK IS SO HIGH SCHOOL BOYFRIEND THO??? i literally love him what

You had no idea how you had ended up in this position; somehow charming the school’s most popular guy. Most popular and biggest jerk. But God, who even cared if he was mean when he looked like an angel sent down from heaven to grace the school grounds?

Whenever someone new came to the school, there were several things that they were immediately made aware of. Most of them were given a list or told directly by one of the older students, while others learned naturally within a week of being at Chungdam High. 

First? Eating outside was infinitely better than eating in the canteen.

Second? Being late was worse than being absent.

And third? Song Eunseok was the king of the school.

New students could probably just tell from the way he carried himself that he knew he could get anyone to do what he wanted. He was lazy, slept in class, cut in line at the snackbar, toyed with the younger students for his own amusement. He never truly bullied people, but he tread the line sometimes, and you didn’t like it.

You weren’t new to the school. You had been attending since you graduated middle school, and you were ever aware of all 3 of these things. It wasn’t until you were in your graduating year that the third thing became as apparent as ever. For some reason— whether it was a Summer glow-up that you weren’t aware of, or a dare from his friends, or whether he had truly always liked you— at the very beginning of the year, Eunseok had asked you out.

You thought that rejecting him the first time would discourage him from his… fixation. But, to your dismay, after coming back from the fall break, he seemed as determined as ever to win you over. He even somehow got the seating arrangement to change so he sat right behind you. You spent the fall months trying to ignore his constant pestering and note passing. He liked to kick your feet under the table as well.

You didn’t really mind the most handsome guy at school paying attention to you, but you were confused. You definitely weren’t going to blindly accept his offer to be your boyfriend without first getting to know him, which was your secret mission for now.

Given that you didn’t go out of your way to avoid him, and still engaged in conversations with him, Eunseok kept his hopes up despite your original rejection. He was more sensible than his reputation might have painted for him. Yes, he enjoyed teasing people just to see their annoyed face, but bullying was a step too far even for him. 

Maybe it was his need for attention, but he thrived on anything he could get. Whether it was the girls all having crushes on him or the boys all being jealous of him— he tried to make sure that he was at the top of everyone’s mind. But he wasn’t a bully. Anyone with any sense would know that Chungdam High did not have a bullying problem, but if anyone were to fill in that spot, it would probably be Eunseok and his friends.

It was because of this ambiguity that you weren’t quite sure whether you should be wary of Eunseok or not. He had never shown an interest in you before, and you wanted to be positive that his affection was sincere before allowing your heart to be affected by his flirting tactics.

Flirting? Yeah, he was quite good at that, you realized after a week of his attention. Only because he had mastered flirting in a way that was not cliche or cheesy, but hanging in that sweet spot of summoning butterflies every time a word flew out of his mouth. Along with his stupidly attractive smirk that appeared whenever you blushed because of his words, you were quickly failing in your plan to be unaffected by him until you were sure you wanted to accept his offer.

It was a delicate balance of your brain’s hesitance and your heart’s curiosity. You had never been in love, and though sometimes you didn’t want to accept it, you craved experiencing that more than anything.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and you were sitting in the library during your free period. You had come in to get some work done, but instead you found yourself mulling over how Eunseok had acted around you for the last week. You still couldn’t tell whether he was being genuine or not, and that frustrated you. You decided you would just ask him the next time you saw him. Worst case scenario, you would discover that he really was just a jerk trying to play with your emotions.

It seemed as if he wanted that ‘next time’ to be right now, because he pulled out a chair across from you and sat down. He crossed his arms and propped up his feet on the table, blatantly ignoring library etiquette. You shook your head and scoffed, turning your attention back to your very blank notebook.

“You’ve been in here for an hour yet I haven’t seen you turn a single page.” Eunseok started, a smirk already playing on his lips. He had his secret hopes and suspicions that he might be the reason why you were so distracted today. He needed to test out the waters first, though. Your cheeks immediately coloured at being caught, and Eunseok was given a surge of confidence.

“If you’re not planning to study anyway, how about I buy you something at the snack bar? Hello Panda, right? Those are your favourite?” He was already standing up by the time you found yourself nodding your head. You had no choice but to pack up your books and follow him.

“Hey,” You started, taking the chance to ask him your question while he was buying the snacks for you. “Do you seriously like me? This isn’t some stupid dare that Sungchan made you do, right?” 

He was silent for a few moments— maybe the first time you had ever heard him stop and think. He grabbed the packet of Hello Panda from the bottom of the vending machine and turned to you.

“Yes. I actually like you.” His face was almost completely stonelike. He was trying not to express anything that could give away just how much he was entirely whipped for you. You could see it in his eyes, though. They looked nervous awaiting your answer.

“Really?” You asked skeptically, needing one more confirmation before you would allow yourself to fully believe him. You wanted to believe him. It was hard trying to ignore his affections towards you every day when your brain kept telling you to take this chance and experience love for the first time. 

“Yes. Really. How long are you going to keep asking that?” He said, a little on edge from the situation. It was uncomfortable to have to confess so openly. He could tease you all day without feeling nervous, but when you were staring at him so closely, he started to feel vulnerable. 

“Okay. Just making sure…” You grabbed the Hello Panda from his hands and walked off, heart racing just a little faster than your mind. He really liked you? So then… should you ask him out? You shook off the thought as you walked outside. Your bus would be arriving any minute, and you wanted to get home to think in the comfort of your bedroom.

You frowned as you stepped outside. It was raining— a small sprinkle for now, but it looked like it would only get heavier. You didn’t bring an umbrella. You checked your phone for the time.

Shit.

It was already 4:08. Your bus was probably already close to the bus stop. You took off running, eyes widening as you rounded the corner. The bus was already leaving. 

“No- No! Come back!” You shouted helplessly, slowing down as you caught up to the bus stop. You panted, scowling at your luck. You would’ve been on time if Eunseok hadn’t distracted you by buying you snacks. You supposed you shouldn’t blame him too much. It was a nice gesture. You were doubtful that the Hello Panda would stay nice if you had to walk home in the rain, though. There wasn’t another bus for over 30 minutes.

“Hey! How could you just leave like that!?” You heard a shout and turned. Eunseok was running towards you, his hand shielding his face from the rain that had gotten significantly heavier since you had reached the shelter of the bus stop. It looked like he didn’t have an umbrella either.

“What do you mean?” You muttered, looking away from him to stop your heart from racing further. 

“You’re really not going to say anything?” He asked weakly. 

“Get out of the rain.” You said, hoping to divert the conversation from the topic you still weren’t entirely sure about.

“Not until you give me an answer.” He said firmly and you sighed. “Please, I’ll stop if you say so… But I need you to say it. I’ve liked you for a year now. If you don’t tell me to stop then I’m seriously going to cross a line.” He warned, heart all choked up in his throat. 

You weren’t sure what to say or do. Eunseok stood, getting soaked from the rain, waiting anxiously for your response. You would be lying if you said that his flirtation over the past months hadn’t had an effect on you. You felt the sparks fly— you had reason to think that it could work out. 

“I’ve never… dated before.” You confessed nervously.

“That shouldn’t- No, that doesn’t matter. All that matters is if you want to.” He reassured you, his hopes rising every second that you didn’t say no.

“Then… I like you, Eunseok.” You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear it. Even though you said it softly, it rang around his head like an alarm. 

You liked him?

You liked him.

You liked him.

He couldn’t contain his elation, and rushed forward, capturing you in his arms securely. Though he was soaking wet from the rain, having him hold you felt… pleasant. Much nicer than you had ever anticipated. His touch was cold against your skin but your heart felt warm. Droplets of water from his hair dripped onto your shoulder as you hesitantly reached around to reciprocate the hug. 

You heard him giggle. It was adorable. You had rarely seen him smile unless it was a sarcastic smirk, but hearing that sound of pure joy coming from his mouth and knowing that it was because of you triggered your own happiness to spike. It felt nice. Really nice. You didn’t want to let go of the hug, so even when Eunseok started to move away and apologize for hugging you so suddenly, you pulled him back and buried your head further into his chest. He was taken aback by your sudden action.

“You’re so… cute.” He whispered. You smiled, colour rushing to your cheeks. You hid your face even more just in case he saw. His teasing was bad before, but now that you were sure you liked him, it wouldn’t be annoying, it would be embarrassing.

Unfortunately for you, he somehow did catch a glimpse of the blush and didn’t let it go for the entire walk home. Maybe he was still just a little bit of a jerk.

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[an-ambivalent]

Reunited [Yandere! Miguel O’Hara]

Synopsis: Two souls who have once lost one another, find themselves reunited. It reignites the passion, the love, and the lust. For a moment, the longing and despair disappears and everything becomes okay again. You feel okay again. But like the stars that become supernova, the passion, the lust, and the facade of  love burns up. You realise all too late that your new Miguel is nothing like your old one. 

Warnings: As this is yandere fiction, this deals with behaviours  that can be uncomfortable and triggering to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl. By clicking the ‘read more/keep reading’ you are consenting to read this at your discretion.

PSA: idk much about the multiverse or marvel  other than whatever is shown in ATSV. So if “interdimensional” stuff isn’t accurate, well, idrc.  Also, not really proof read. We die like men -  Happy reading!

It was a momentary glimpse through the an interdimensional portal when each person saw the other again. Like a typical day, you had saved your city from whatever disaster was happening once more. In the beginning, your heart was embedded in the work you did as a superhero; the thrill of chases and extraordinary powers were exhilarating, and the praise and feelings of accomplishing good things of saving people inspired you to keep doing what you were. But out of all the people you saved, there was one couldn’t - your fiancé, Miguel O'Hara. 

The agony of losing your closest person had been unbearable. The absence of his presence, reminiscing in your memories with him in everything: your shared home, his clothes, the lack of affection you now found yourself with - everything, it all continued to tighten that knot in your chest. And no matter how much time passed, you weren’t healing. You could not accept the reality. The grief felt like it was continuously swallowing you whole until there was going to be nothing left, until you were going to be nothing but a shell of your former self. And just before you were about to lose all hope, there was a small disturbance in the fabric of space near you, until it had morphed into an portal that showed you another place. There you saw him: your Miguel, who looked just as dead in the eyes, and a hollow shell like you, like he had gone through the same grief you had. 

But life is cruel because just before either of you could call out to the other, the portal had closed in an instant. You had been ripped away from his grasp for the second time, and Miguel was not going to have that. 

It wasn’t difficult for him to track you down. After all, he had access to the multiverses. He had already checked multiple versions of Earth where you had never existed in the first place. In the others that you had, you met the same tragic fate that his own [Name] had. So to find an you, who was perfectly safe and alive, and definitely an anomaly, he was going to have you. For the sake of multiverse, the best decision was to take you from your dimension, and keep you beside him, isolated from the world, so you were safe and he could maintain monitoring of your influence on the multiverse. 

Much to his pleasure, Miguel did not even have to try to get you to fall for him. You had lost a version of him, and were yearning and desperate for him just like how he was yearning and desperate for you. Immediately, both of you felt like you were restarting your relationship where it had been left off: the deep kisses and clutching onto each other until your nails dug in each other’s skin; gentle whispers of ‘I missed you’ and ‘I love you so much’ hushed over and over again in between the lip locking when oxygen was desperately needed and clothes would start to come off. 

But eventually, the reunion perceived through the rose tinted glasses came off and you finally noticed how you were never able to leave the place Miguel and you lived in. You hadn’t met anyone else, you only ever saw Miguel. You rationalised to yourself that he was just being protective and cautious of your safety because he had lost you; you may have been the same way if you hadn’t known that the current Miguel had his own powers and was capable of looking after himself. So, you just had to let him know that you also had powers and could look after yourself. Surely then, you would have your freedom? 

It was during the dark hours when you were once again engaged in intimacy with Miguel. Your room was dimply lit and you were both half bare. You withered on the cool bedsheets beneath you as Miguel gently nipped and sucked on that  perfect spot between the back of your ear and neck, toes curling, fingers pulling on his messed up hair, and breathy and sensual gasps leaving your lips. 

“Can we, ah, p-please talk?” You whispered, while you shifted one hand to naked chest, and half heartedly tried to push him to create some distance. 

“There’s nothing to say right now, mi amor. There’s only our love right now,” He responded easily, and went to kiss you on your lips. But, you moved your head away, and this time, pushed him away firmly to create the distance you wanted. You prepped yourself mentally to bring up your concerns, and in doing so, failed to noticed the frown that Miguel now wore due to your rejection. 

“I just want to reassure you that nothing is going to happen to me, just like I know you’ll be safe too because you’re Spiderman.” You said softly, and affectionately swept his hair back with your fingers. Miguel grabbed and kissed the palm of your other hand, while raising an eyebrow. 

“I know nothing is going to happen to you, not again. I’m going to keep you safe. If anyone tries to hurt you, I will kill them.” He stated plainly. Then, he leaned down to kiss you once more, but you moved your head again so he kissed your cheek instead. 

His words had made your stomach churn, but nonetheless, you tried to remain optimistic. You smiled at him weakly. “No I meant that unlike my first Miguel, you have powers, so I know you are capable and strong. And unlike your original [Name], I have powers so you don’t need to worry-” 

“I am not going to worry. It doesn’t matter that you powers, you’re not going to go anywhere else. You will remain here, where I know where you are all the time.” He said, and your eyes widened in surprise. Just when he was about to try to kiss you for the third time, feeling like he was near the end of his wits, you started to use your strength to pull away. 

“What do you mean I’m going to remain here?! You’re not the boss of me! Let me go!” You shrieked. 

Miguel growled in displeasure. “Stop your idiocy before I make you regret it.” He hissed, and his claws dug into your skin, and drew blood as a warning. Although it hurt, it wasn’t painful as his words were. He had threatened you. The Miguel you knew would have never threatened you. 

“Make me regret it?! Who the hell do you think you are?! You’re not my Miguel.” You responded indignantly. As you tried to pull away once again, Miguel didn’t let you. Instead, his grip tightened to the point where you finally cried out in pain. 

The sclera of his eyes was starting to red and he leaned down just inches away from your face, baring his fangs threateningly at you. 

“I was never your Miguel and you were never my [Name]. But we’re all that’s left of each other, and I’d damn the whole world before I lose you again. I’ll show you exactly the Miguel I am. And I’ll continue to show you who I am, until you finally understand that you now belong to me.” 

#yandere x reader #miguel x reader #yandere atsv #yandere miguel o'hara #spiderverse x reader #yandere miguel #ambivalent writes #yandere spiderman

[zoros-bandana]

Hii, can you write something like angst with Zoro? Y/n an him fight and argue about something but they made up at the end??

Miscommunication.

Warning: fighting, yelling, swearing, drinking/slightly drunk

Summary: After being with Zoro for a while, the lack of compliments and attention became a nagging point; wishing to feel special. A conversation with Sanji left an unusual sense of fulfilment you had never experienced before, only to later bring it up with Zoro in hopes he would understand your desires.

Word Count: 1,800

"All I said was that I don't find it fair"

"Yeah, and I know exactly what that means, Y/n!"

You had approached Zoro with the idea this conversation would go smoother, hoping to bring Sanji into conversation after a few drinks would sooth him. It was obvious the mutual displeasure both Zoro and Sanji shared for one another, all the more imposing as you began to date Zoro. It was a taboo topic to even mention a budding nickname for the cook, Zoro shutting down any discussion of him, almost protective in the way of his bitterness.

"Well clearly you don't because you're not listening to me"

Zoro chuckled darkly. "Oh I heard you quite clearly, Y/n. Curly brow had finally gotten to you in his love-sick ways and you're falling for him"

"I'm not falling for him! I'm very much in love with you, Zoro. All that happened was Sanji-"

"Don't fucking mention his name!"

"Well what do you want me to say?"

"Nothing"

"Nothing?"

Zoro grunted, confirming his wish. The bottle of alcohol he held in his hand stayed firm in his grip, once acting as a brace but now as the bottle hit his lips he used it as a distraction. The liquid vanished before your eyes, each chaotic chug intensifying his rage, stewing over exact what Sanji could have said to make you question your relationship with him.

Once of his biggest fears was losing you - an irrational fear in this lifestyle you shared - especially to that of Sanji. Zoro was aware he could be cold and stoic, but never expected you to slip away from him over a short conversation with the cook.

"What did he say to you?" Zoro finally gasped, taking a break from his chugging.

"I thought you didn't want me to say anything?"

"What did he fucking say to you, Y/n?"

A heavy exhale parted your lips, knowing it would fuel the fire to discuss what Sanji had said. Of course you remembered, word for word, replaying over in your head. There was a feeling of utter guilt thinking of someone else instead of Zoro, but the way he spoke, looked at you, even how he leaned into you was enough to make your head spin. It was a softness Zoro had never shown.

At first, it didn't bother you. You knew what exactly who you were dating when you started to crush on Zoro. He didn't appear to have any complex layers, always neutral in his performance and showed no lean for affection or softness around the crew. But as the pursuit of interest happened, and over a long period of time, it was clear just how much you missed something. A part of you craved someone to be vulnerable with, intimate, not afraid to express how they feel about you and make you feel like you mattered. Blame it on your past, or the people that hurt you, but no matter the cause there was always a need for adoration in your life.

Stepping away you calmly took a seat, grounding yourself, your legs buckling under you in a horrendous shake. You could feel Zoro's eye watching your every move, hazed with anger, ready to attack you the second he had the chance.

"I told him I was feeling a little low about myself, and he wanted to comfort me" you began, taking another deep breath. "He told me how incredible I am and that ever since I arrived on the ship I have done nothing but taken his breath away by how beautiful I am. He said he wished he could adore me fully, to look after me and when he made me a cup of tea he remembered how I liked it, even down to my favourite cup..."

You looked up at Zoro, scared to hear the answer, ignoring the blatant anger on his heated face. "What is my favourite cup, Zoro?"

"You don't have one!" Zoro spat, furious you would even ask such a ridiculous question. "You don't even like tea!"

Sighing again you dropped you eyes, hating how the conversation had turned. "I do like tea, Zoro. It's like you don't even know me at all..."

"Yeah, well maybe we should break up then!"

Zoro's words shot through you as a cruel sting, leaving you stunned. You hadn't wished to come to this conclusion, knowing how much you loved and adored your boyfriend, in hopes he would feel the same. But maybe after that, his feelings would never reciprocate your own.

Your hands came up to cover your face, hiding yourself as you sobbed, wailing into your hands. Your body ached forward, curling yourself over into your legs, hiding yourself as much as possible. Every inch of you ached, regretting ever saying anything to him, wishing to just sit on your hurt; anything to have him take back what he said.

"I don't want to break up, Zoro! I just want to feel special! I want to feel like I matter to you and that you find me attractive in some way!"

Zoro furrowed his brows, unsure of how to properly act. The brief intermission of your cries let him breath, seeing you were more upset than angry at him. He was caught in his own whirlwind of anger, blinded by a fog of rage to even consider what you truely wanted; only what he thought he was hearing. His was still furious, but now more-so at Sanji for coming between you and himself, making you feel so hurt and guilty for wanting to express your feelings; and for the way he react to them.

"I do find you attractive, Y/n. I wouldn't be with you if I didn't"

"Then why don't you act like it?"

Your voice cracked, unable to hold back the continued stream you held in for so long. It was unfair how much you felt you had to hold in for Zoro's sake, knowing he wouldn't cope with emotions - your emotions - pushing you away instead. "You have never admitted to how you feel or told me I'm pretty or comforted me and made me feel like everything would be okay"

"I just don't see it as something practical; nothing will ever be okay"

"It doesn't have to be practical all the time. I like affection where I feel seen, and like I feel special to you and not just like I am a friend. You could do this with anyone but I am your girlfriend, I want you to make me feel loved. I don't think that is asking for too much. And I know that not everything has to be okay, but I want us to be, Zoro. I want to be with you"

The heavy footsteps of Zoro came towards you, dragging against the floor. They stopped as his body hovered over you, bending down to see you face-to-face, letting you lift your head to meet his gaze. His face had dropped, neutral as always, giving no indication whether his next words would be insulting or sincere.

"Tell me then, how do I be better for you? What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do?"

You thought for a moment, wiping at the remaining tears pricking your eyes, wishing to see him more human than before. You felt dizzy with emotions, muddled into a pool of dread flooding you to think clearly. You hadn't pondered on the idea, half expecting him to think about your words and find out himself. But as you looked up at him, the lingering notes of alcohol burning his lips, there was a familiar stance of drunk before you; unbeknown whether he would even remember this conversation.

Deciding to let it out, you confessed, hoping even if it was a minute detail something would get through to him.

"I would like you to try and be more soft with your words. Take my feelings into consideration and not to look at me like... that" you waved at his face, making him look away. "Compliment me from time-to-time, tell me I look nice, or something that I am doing is cute, or you like it when I do something small like laugh at a joke. Give me random gifts for no reason; they don't have to be expensive. Hand written notes, a pebble on the beach that reminded you of me, anything that lets me know you think of me when I'm not around"

Zoro stood back up straight, sighing once more as he cleared his head. He knew he had a decision to make, to put you before himself and his feelings, something he struggled to grasp. It wasn't that he didn't care about you or how you felt, but rather how he saw you cope with emotions differently to him. He wasn't used to this; the crying, the pleading, the reasoning. Zoro knew how to bottle himself, keeping as much of his emotions to the side, finding a relief through training. However, meeting you, he never expected he would have to change, to communicate and cooperate with you. He had never done this - been with someone like this - wishing to spend the rest of his days by your side.

And for that, Zoro would have to put you first.

"Alright" Zoro nodded, his face blushing in a bright red.

"So does that mean you don't want to break up?"

"Of course I don't want to break up" Zoro sighed, realising his mistake. He looked back down to you, softer, his eye still fluttering to meet your gaze properly. "I- I'm sorry I said that to you. I was angry and I thought if I said it you wouldn't have to. I didn't want to keep dragging this out if you wanted to end things with me"

"Why would I wish that? I love you so much, Zoro"

"I know that, Y/n, it's just I-"

Zoro stopped himself, realising the drop in your face, recognising his dismissal as something negative. Your eyes clouded with fear, brimming with a new set of tears, afraid he hadn't changed; caught in the same dismissive tone as always.

He sighed. "I love you, too"

Taking a seat next to you, Zoro flopped down, carelessly leaning towards you. There was an earthy warmth in him, leaning over you as his arm found its way around, holding you close. It was rare he was able to be so still, your chosen time for this conversation finally playing to your advantage. "Ya know I'm still gonna kill ero-cook for this, right?"

"I know" you smirked, leaning yourself against his shoulder. "I wouldn't expect less from you"

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[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Bulbie

Debut: Pikmin

Pikmin 4 has a doggone good time being as doggy of a game as it can! I'm sure you are well aware by now of the new Funny Weird Dogs!

And I love these weird dogs! They are wonderful. I'm glad they are so important and beloved. But I would like to focus on a different dog, the very first Pikmin Dog, who we have known about since the very first game! Olimar's dog, Bulbie!

With this, I have shown you both official images of Bulbie that exist. I wish there were more! Bulbie is a dog even weirder than Oatchi and Moss, a whole different kind of critter that also happens to get called a dog. Isn't that great? These people have the concept of "dog", and so far we've only seen it used to refer to these funny bipeds! Olimar has no problem referring to both Bulbie and Moss as dogs, so I am led to believe that "dog" is more of a category of creature to these people, rather than a distinct species. Like how "mole" is a category of creature to us!

We know a precious little bit of Bulbie Lore. He is lazy, and able to sleep anywhere. He loves carrots. He farts a lot. That's about all we know. Awesome! Sure sounds like a Dog to me! And of course, Olimar loves Bulbie very much. Just like he loves his whole family! He is a Family Guy, complete with Funny Dog!

You may already know, or you may have noticed yourself, but Bulbie looks quite like a Bulborb. This is because Olimar named these creatures after Bulbie, due to their resemblance! It is also for this reason that they are members of the Grub-Dog Family. You see? Bulborb is just like a dog! While it is sweet of Olimar to name the species after Bulbie, it must also make his encounters with them even more disturbing. Not only is this a (comparatively) massive, hostile beast that could easily eat him whole, but it looks like his beloved little friend! That's like a nightmare! Especially with other, scarier Bulborb variants! I am happy to know that his Bulborb experiences do not affect his love for Bulbie one bit.

As much as I love and talk about invertebrates and funny fish, dogs have always been among my favorite animals, and always will be! They're an extremely conventional animal to love, and for very good reason. They're wonderful! And on this post about Weird Dogs, I would like to talk about how dogs are, in fact, weird in their own ways.

They're always sniffing with their wet noses, which they keep wet to smell even better. They love to lick, and lick to show love. And that love is such an important thing! Dogs are creatures of love! It is our love for dogs that shaped them into what they are today! It is what drove us to shape this single subspecies into countless distinct caricatures of its noble ancestors. All still members of the very same species! The amount of dog customization that has occurred is ridiculous. Need a better way to hunt badgers? Make a Long Dog. Yeah sure! Why not!

Obviously, most dachshund owners today aren't interested in hunting badgers. They are interested in having a Pet. And a Pet Dog is such a truly incredible thing! There are not many animals that should be kept in a house around humans, but then there is Dog, literally born to be among humans. Born to be loved, and born to love! If you don't think that's one of the most wonderful things ever then get outta here!

This is an animal that runs around and spins in circles because it sees an ape that it loves so much. An animal that ends up learning snippets of human language, because those are the snippets that make it happy. An animal that gleefully exposes its vulnerable underside, because it trusts a member of a different species to rub it in just the right way that feels so nice.

Even with the general consensus on dogs being pretty dang favorable, I feel that it's easy to take a lot of their behavior and history for granted, to see them as the "default animal", when they SO aren't. The default animal would be a parasitoid wasp, silly!

If I was not able to convince you that dogs are weird, then just look up canine transmissible venereal tumor, obviously using your own discretion, because there will be graphic photos. If you ask me, this one medical anomaly easily makes dogs a contender for one of the weirdest animals EVER! Bet you didn't know dogs could be contagious!

I like funny dog Bulbie

#bulbie #pikmin #bulborb #dogs #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako

[yyawnjun]

BUTTONS

seventeen!BSSline × reader (separately)

summary: according to an ancient story, the greatest way to confess to the girl you love is to give her the top button of your uniform. Knowing this tradition, here's how I think Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Hoshi would confess their love.

comments, likes, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡

part1 ; high school romance ; fluff!! ; 3k wc; @kflixnet

the biggest thank you goes again to my fav girl and proofreader ( @sobun1est ‼️) and to the sweetest anon who requested this<3

BOO SEUNGKWAN [ 부승관 ]

None could ever understand how much you feared that guy. Boo Seungkwan. That boy with hazel eyes and dyed platinum-blond hair, walking around proudly and always with a smile on his face, was the most dangerous threat to you. 

He excelled in all subjects, and was always ready to answer questions - often saving the distracted part of the class - always punctual and attending class... 

You had begun to bond with him after you were assigned as a partner in a project. Before that moment you had never been interested in that boy who seemed only to adore attention and seek approval; but since that biology project, you've become fond of him and begun to know him for who he truly was.

He turned out to be a hardworking boy who secretly cared deeply for his close friends. He was caring, intelligent, and constantly prepared with practical solutions. You noticed how Seungkwan hid his deep insecurity by boasting about himself, yet at the slightest compliment, he would turn away to hide his shy smile. 

At the same time, he was able to express his affection through gestures, and often he surprised you with how much he remembered about you. Things you might have mentioned only once were indelibly marked in his heart. 

Since you two became friends, he smiled at you more and regularly invited you to participate in class discussions, encouraging you to raise your hand when he was sure you knew the answer. 

You had become more interested in classes as a result of his reassurance, and you would always gaze at the person who had encouraged you to raise your hand, still with a bit of anxiety. But he would gaze at you proudly, nodding and lowering his hand to allow you to speak.

Still, you feared that gaze from him because of his power over you. He had been like a burst of self-confidence that had unexpectedly disturbed your life. Time passed, and you decided, for your own and your friendship's sake, to ignore all of the strange emotions that were beginning to bloom…

At school, he was not really well-liked because everyone stopped at his arrogant appearance and few tried to get to know him. Few others observed his intriguing personality; and you were the only one there as much as he sighed with glazed eyes, wondering why he was getting the disliked stares in school. All you could do was sit with him and reassure him with gentle words, that entirely melted the character he had worked so hard to perfect in the sight of others. This friendship quickly developed into a different feeling. 

And after a beautiful love confession, you two started dating.

Everyone still viewed you as two close friends... but only you two and a few careful observers noticed your joined hands, brief kisses, and sweet glances which had shown themselves throughout time.

As you became more active in class, many of your classmates showed interest in you. Many people wanted to be your friend, and many boys admired your brilliance and beauty while unintentionally ignoring the horrible stares directed at them by your boyfriend. It had never occurred to you to think about other people's love confessions for you; but on the other hand, your lover had finally revealed his jealousy, which he kept to a minimum so as not to burden you. 

On February 14th, it was decided that he would tell the world about the two of you - if you were okay with it. Because you were cool with it - for you, being with an amazing person like him was more than enough - he decided to confess in the final days of the year. 

Most romantically, he knew by giving you the first button on his uniform. You had no idea this was part of his plan, so you went to school silently on a hot summer Friday. You entered the classroom and sat at your desk while waiting for your boyfriend to come and your class to start. Like a ray of sunshine, he entered and immediately turned to you, smiling. 

He walked up to your desk and after a very quick touch, he at in his seat behind you. You turned to talk to him, but the teacher entered the classroom and interrupted you at the start of class. While the time for you seemed endless, your partner at the back desk was starting to break out in a cold sweat, wondering if his choice to confess to you in front of everyone was a good idea. The next hour, your class had planned a class reunion to say final goodbyes before leaving school. When the teacher walked away, you turned to your boyfriend. Only to find him standing there, his hand clenched in a fist, reaching out to you.

"With that, I promise my love and devotion to you, Yn, thank you for this year together, thank you for letting me be your boyfriend, thank you for taking care of me and letting me take care of you, thank you for letting me know you and for getting to know me, thank-" but before he could finish, you interrupted him with a quick kiss. Your hand had been linked with his, and the button was handed to you. You smiled as you hugged the boy, whose sparkling eyes were now lined with tears due to the anxiety. 

The class burst into applause, divided between those who celebrated love, those who saw confirmation of their theories about your relationship, and those who shivered at having lost all chance of high school love on that beautiful last day of school.

LEE SEOKMIN [ 이석민 ]

Lee Seokmin, the theater kid. You and Seokmin loved being actors during the high school years. In the first year, you chose the drama class and from there continued to pursue your passion. It was what brought you closer together, and you had learned to always set aside time in the afternoons to read over the scripts for the show you needed to prepare. Sometimes you two would go over the parts in the park, sometimes at each other's houses, and sometimes even hang out in some corner of a random bar where you would silently act out their assigned parts. You soon become a duo, two friends forever connected by their passion for acting. 

Indeed you and Seokmin had both shown skills in acting!

You had at first entered into a friendship competition, but as you grew more mature, you abandoned this useless impression and began to be friends.

Everyone thought you were an inseparable duo now. Teachers were always putting you in roles that showed your collaboration and energy. Your roles varied extensively; most of the time, you were the lead friends or a minor duo.

All this stayed the same until the final play of last year.

This play was based on a text written entirely by your drama teacher. She had admitted that it was an unpublished piece she had written during her high school years, and had never dared to put it on stage. It was based on her personal experience, and in particular on her love story (with the drama teacher!) during her high school years. 

As a goodbye to your class and a homage to her past years, she proposed a staged performance of that romantic comedy. 

At the revelation of what it was, all of you burst into exultant applause that was soon replaced by silence and some laughter as she began to choose the roles. 

Dk was proposed to be the male lead, everyone cheered, and he happily agreed. You expected to have the best friend role, as it had always been. But the silence fell, and your cheeks-along with Seokmin's blushed when it was announced that you would be the female lead. 

You smiled and nodded awkwardly as you looked at your dear friend. 

So this is how you found yourself, lying on the grass in a park, rehearsing the script with your friend.  The show was just a few days away, and you always got to the last scene where he removed the button from his uniform and handed it to you to declare his love. Right after that, there was a simple hug, but, during rehearsal, in that hug, you both lost yourselves a little more than expected - that's why you found yourself repeating that specific scene almost a hundred times.

He would pretend to undo the button on his shirt, and when he handed it to you, there would be silence, and you would approach timidly for a hug. There had never been any awkwardness about physical contact in your friendship, so why was it so difficult to hug your friend without your heart racing and hyperventilating?

Rehearsals soon ended, and you found yourselves on the last day of school ready to perform the entire play. The final scene aside, you had gotten along very well in your assigned roles. You had found that you were very similar to the characters you were to play and very comfortable in your acting. The performance began for the best. A few breathing exercises but soon you were leaving confident and ready. About an hour passed so smoothly, and the time came for the final scene. 

When you were alone on stage, the lights were focused only on you, and the room filled with people fell silent.

Dk looked into your eyes and moved slowly towards your face. A knot formed in your throat, and for a brief time, you believed you saw genuine sparkles of love in his eyes. He looked perfect as he removed the first button of his uniform and handed it to you. Without saying anything, you took that button and linked your hands. 

He approached and gently pulled you into his arms. You wished that hug could last forever, and hoped to melt with him forever in that moment. 

Without you having any more control of your mouth, and without anyone hearing you whisper to him: "Dk, I think I love you." But before he could answer or even acknowledge it, an outburst of applause brought you back to reality. 

Yet before you had any regrets, he grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you. 

Everyone in the theater class was taken aback; the kiss was not in the script…Was he still acting or actually confessing!? 

After only a few seconds, everyone realized he had done what your drama teacher regretted not doing at the time. Your heart began to race, and the audience continued to cheer for the success of your performance. After a few moments, you separated, but you could both focus just on the sensation of the kiss. You blinked many times to ensure that you were not dreaming. And no, you were not dreaming. 

You had the most stunning smile you'd ever seen in front of you, and it could warm your heart even in the coldest conditions. And that cheerful and loving smile was dedicated exclusively to you, the one who had always managed to make it possible.

KWON SOONYOUNG [ 권순영 ]

Kwon Soonyoung was the most chaotic and unintentionally funny boy in your class. 

He was constantly the center of attention for teachers and pupils due to his too-loud comments, daily naps, and constant delay. He never seemed worried about the tests, so you could only overcome your worry and finish the test with a lot of effort. He did not excel in all subjects, but his calm and cheerful temperament was enough to attract your attention. 

You admired him as he laughed heartily about who knows what with his friends. He wasn't rude, and everyone at school loved him. And despite his popularity, he had never become arrogant; Hoshi was still the same funny boy. You had known him for years, since you were neighbors, and you were very close as children; then fate would have it that as you grew up you grew apart a bit and ended up just being friends in the same class in senior year.

Sometimes he would come to talk to you; and occasionally, you would go home together, but he would frequently stay out to hang out with his groups while you were out with some of your friends.

After a hectic week filled with tests, and school projects, you both found yourself rushing to catch the bus to school. Both of you were exhausted for different reasons, and you two found yourself watching the bus pass by, breathless and still tired from the previous days.

You hadn't talked to each other all week because you were both so busy with your duties, and on that Friday, you looked at each other defeated, but you didn't say anything. You two just started to laugh.

Nobody knows why you laughed at your misfortunes, but you both did so passionately after looking into each other's eyes.

"Yn...what if we skipped school?" He suddenly proposed.

You were not unfamiliar with him at times skipping school, but he had never offered it to you.

Just now his eyes sparkled with the excitement that he might convince you, as you hadn't yet declined the offer.

"We can go to the beach, and I will buy you breakfast!" 

And, let's be honest, it wasn't that that changed your mind... it was his lovely puppy eyes that would have convinced anyone.

You nodded, and he quickly directed you to a bus that would take you to a beach you used to visit as children.

The simple fact that he remembered that beach you loved so much made your heart melt.

You went to pick up tickets at the station's ticket booth. 

Your heart was racing from the anxiety of what you were doing, and a smile gradually appeared on your face because you would be doing it alone with Hoshi. A thousand tremors silently flooded your body at that instant, but the decision had already been made, and you had to stick to it. Trying not to let your fear overwhelm you, you chose to concentrate on Hoshi as he checked the bus timetable. You only noticed then that he wasn't wearing a uniform, but rather a white tank top with a baggy blue shirt over it and long black slacks; he probably hadn't planned to attend school that day.

You also observed his slightly tired eyes, emphasized black circles, slightly cracked lips, and tiring face. He rapidly moved his finger to check the timetable, keeping his eyes half-closed so he could read the fine print.

Your bus would have passed by in two minutes, leaving you waiting for him on the bench at the bus stop. You wanted to ask him how he was doing, as you were concerned about his appearance. But you observed his blank expression and slight smile, so you decided to find a way to cheer him up.

Soon, you were able to start the conversation, and as you did, his eyes brightened and his smile returned, along with a flush on his cheeks. The bus soon arrived, and you got quietly, excited about the experience. Naturally, you sat close to one other, and he handed you the earphones through which you shared music during the entire trip. 

You were willing to speak with him, but before you knew it, he was fast asleep; and since you let his head rest on your shoulder, he was eternally grateful for those thirty minutes of sleep.

You quickly found yourself at the beach bar, watching the waves crash on the beach and the sun gleaming in the sky mirrored in the sea. Meanwhile, Hoshi, holding your breakfast, stood mesmerized, staring at you. 

He smiled and looked at you as if he were a painter admiring his muse.

Time went between nostalgic conversations and strolls along the waterfront.

And the more you talked, the more Hoshi accepted his feelings, which he had before resisted to the point of tears. 

Hoshi loved you.

He'd had this sensation for a while now, and as you watched him, he couldn't help but do the same. He would watch you laugh with others, and constantly talk about you to everyone. He would talk about your past friendship, how much he wanted to be close to you again, and how amazing you were both inside and out. 

Hoshi admired your beauty, kindness, and intelligence. He admired you from a distance and gave you quiet glances when he couldn't speak with you. He kept an eye on you from a distance and made sure you were safe. 

He made sure you were never alone, and that even when you were exhausted, you didn't let school get to you. 

He liked you from afar. 

But he didn't realize he was in love (his friends (especially seungkwan) had been telling him every day for at least two months) until he heard you mention your “future partner”.

You were sitting on the coast, gazing fixedly at the horizon and chatting about your future. And he had at last understood that he was the one he wanted to hear about in that way from you.

He wanted to be the one to be looked at by your beautiful eyes like that.

Hoshi was lost in thought. All he wanted to do was let you that he liked you. But why? How? When?

At that moment the impulse took over and...he randomly tore off the button of the shirt he was wearing.  It was unexpected; in the meantime, he only managed to say your name, so you looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Here," he said, handing you some buttons taken from his shirt. (He intended to remove only one button, but ended up removing at least three.)

You gazed at him, confused as ever, as you took the three buttons he handed you.

"Let me be the one to stand by your side - he said, staring at you genuinely with his dark brown eyes …pretty, please? "  

Words were not enough to express how confused you were. You smiled and water reflected in your eyes, whilst his were lit by the sun. At that moment, no artwork could have captured the intensity of your emotions.

You instinctively nodded, and the whole boy's body relaxed; his gaze softened, and he nearly fainted when you gave him a short kiss on the cheek in answer to his buttons.

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[chaos-of-the-abyss]

akio and the coffin

it’s fascinating how akio both literally IS the coffin of ohtori academy and, simultaneously, is trapped by it. ohtori academy is in many ways a manifestation of the ugly side of adolescence, of clinging on to something in your past and refusing to move forward in your life. every character has something they continue to hold on to despite the fact that they ought to let it go for the sake of growing and maturing. for example, saionji has his inferiority complex regarding touga, his refusal to let go of the simplicity of their childhood together when he felt that they stood on the same ground, and that touga saw him as an equal. everything he does in the series is an attempt to make himself feel as though he is finally on equal grounds with touga. if he would only stop tying his self-image to the perception that touga is somehow above him, that touga looks down on him, then he would be able to let go of that sense of inferiority and move on. but he can’t. juri refuses to let go of the pain she feels regarding her past with shiori, and continues to see shiori as someone who is “innocent”, albeit cruelly - someone who is unknowing of the pain she causes juri through her actions when in fact, shiori in seducing the boy she thought juri loved was deliberately acting to hurt her. if juri would only realize and accept the true intentions behind shiori’s behavior, then she could get one step closer to understanding shiori, to being understood by her, and moving past the pain of shiori’s betrayal. but she can’t. 

most of the characters, except utena and anthy of course, remain in ohtori by the end of the show. while they’ve all made progress in “maturing” thanks to the events they experienced throughout the series - both saionji and touga’s as well as juri and shiori’s relationships have gotten visibly better, as shown in the final medley of scenes - they still have more growing to do, hence why they remain in ohtori academy until their time comes. one day, the show suggests, they might also revolutionize their own worlds - their own selves - and finally leave the coffin of ohtori behind as well. 

so where does that leave akio? i think he can be said to literally be the coffin of ohtori in that he is explicitly shown to try to manipulate others into remaining stagnant, to clinging on to whatever toxic things they are struggling to process and come to terms with, though this is of course only shown via the characters he most directly interacts with. naturally it comes across most clearly with anthy, although i think utena and to a less direct extent, touga, are the other two people who are the most straightforwardly influenced by him. when it comes to anthy, she clings to her love for the person her brother used to be, the older brother who, at least as she perceived, was kind and caring and wanted to protect people. to protect that older brother, she willingly took on the hatred of the world, and continues to endure the pain of it to this day for what is implied to be centuries. but akio has shown time and time again, through the repeating dueling cycles, that if he was ever kindhearted and genuinely caring, those parts of him are gone now. i do believe he cares about anthy to an extent even now, but whatever affection he has for her is paltry in comparison to his desire to reclaim his power as prince dios. it’s for that purpose that he set up the entire dueling system, for which he freely allows duelists to treat anthy like a prize and an object. and additionally, because anthy is so integral to the power he has now in ohtori, he uses emotional, psychological, physical, and sexual abuse to keep her tied to him. he’s willing to not just let her wellbeing come last, but puts it at the bottom of the list of priorities, and actively tears it down himself for his own benefit. anthy knows all this - but because she still holds onto that love that she had for who he used to be, she stays with him and does his bidding. and that’s what akio wants. he is the coffin, wishing to keep people in their states of despair, conflict, and pain, therefore ensuring that they are compliant and vulnerable to his manipulation. 

at the same time, akio is trapped by the coffin like everyone else. he, like all the other characters, has something that he ought to move on from for his own sake as well as the sake of the people around him: his goal to reclaim his powers as prince dios. akio has failed in this goal every single dueling cycle that happened before the show’s events, and as displayed in the final episode, he definitively fails the one that takes place during the show as well. he can attempt the cycle over and over and over again, redo and tweak and modify the dueling system however many times and in whatever ways he wants - it’s all useless. there is no sword that can break open the rose gate. there is no way to reclaim his powers. they’re gone, that part of his life is over, and if he accepted that fact, it would allow him to move on and heal from what he experienced. but he can’t. at the very end of the series, right before anthy leaves ohtori for good, he’s typing away just as diligently as he ever did and, completely oblivious, tells anthy that he’s rewriting the rules of the rose crest, that he’ll be counting on her again. and i didn’t pick up on this until rewatching the episode, but it really just hits you then how utterly stupid he looks, working so hard and speaking so confidently about the upcoming dueling cycles as if any of them are ever going to matter in the slightest. i love anthy’s response to him too; i love the subtle but at the same time so blatant scorn in her words: “you really don’t know what’s happened, do you?” because once again, throughout all this, akio has learned nothing. he hasn’t realized it’s useless, what he’s trying to do; he hasn’t realized all the effort and pain and anguish he’ll cause in people for yet another dueling cycle will never make any difference. he is unable to come to terms with the reality that he will never have his powers as prince dios back. he refuses to move on. 

akio is the coffin of ohtori, wanting to keep others in stagnation and regret. he’s also trapped by the coffin, incapable of maturing past his own stagnation and regret. and it really, really says something that all of the other major characters of the show, who have been in ohtori for far shorter a time than he has, have been able to make visible strides in their growth. anthy, who is the only one comparable to akio in terms of duration at ohtori, revolutionizes her world and leaves. meanwhile akio, as deluded and self-unaware as he is, hasn’t made a single step of progress in all this time. the only thing he does is call in bewildered desperation after anthy as she finally leaves him behind, still totally clueless as to what has happened. 

tldr; i once saw an author say one of her characters represents inertia, in fact he is inertia. i think that’s a spot-on explanation of akio, at least in terms of what he symbolizes in the story. i want to beat him in the dick with a cactus

#revolutionary girl utena #rgu meta #shoujo kakumei utena #saito chiho #chiho saito #ikuhara kunihiko #kunihiko ikuhara #akio ohtori #ohtori akio #akio rgu #rgu akio #anthy himemiya #himemiya anthy #anthy rgu #rgu anthy #touga kiryuu #kiryuu touga #touga rgu #rgu touga #kyouichi saionji #saionji kyouichi #saionji rgu #rgu saionji #juri arisugawa #arisugawa juri #shiori takatsuki #takatsuki shiori #juri rgu #rgu juri #utena

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✶ Bliss ✶

✶ Pairing: model!minho x model!chubby!fem!reader, model!hyunjin x model!chubby!fem!reader

✶ Genre: fluff, angst, smut

✶ Summary: Weeks of being caught between your two lovers, sitting idly by as your heart battles your head, must come to an end. You have to decide once and for all which door to leave open and which to close forever.

✶ Word Count: 2k-ish

✶ Warnings: a lil possessiveness, reader's getting over some insecurities, heartbreak, oral sex (f receiving), some strong language

✶ A/N: This is the last of a three-part series. You can find 🖤 part one here 🖤 It took me a bit to finish this because life was doing its thing but I'm happy with how it turned out so I hope you lovelies enjoy it!

You should’ve never come here. You should’ve stayed as far away from this man as possible. But there’s no use crying over spilled milk. The reality is that you didn’t stay away. Hyunjin called and you came now you’re coming around his fingers, allowing yourself to be claimed once more by the lust filled demons of your past. And, oh, what a glorious one he is...

As he lulls you down from your high with gentle kisses along your neck, you await the intoxicating afterglow you’re accustomed to. Only there is no glow in the "after". It's dark and empty, Hyunjin’s words echoing through your mind on a loop.

“He can’t have you. I won’t let him.”

It was such a rush the first time you realized how badly Hyunjin wanted you. He’d confessed to you front row at a fashion show. To anyone watching there was nothing notable about the quick whisper in your ear or the brushing of his hand across your knee. They couldn't fathom the way such small gestures had turned your world upside down.

You felt so special. Special enough to let him see you in secret with promises that one day you’d go public. Make things official. Be a real couple. Finally have the love story you dreamt of. 

“He can’t have you. I won’t let him.”

The undertone of toxic possessiveness sours the nostalgia sweetening this reunion, bringing you to a realization that has somehow eluded you up to this point. In his eyes, you’ll always be a thing. A precious thing, his absolute favorite thing, but always you belonging to him and never him to you. This is not your fairytale and he is not your prince.

“This can’t happen again” you sigh, pressing your hands to his chest to create distance between you. Hyunjin scoffs, rolling his eyes at the foolishness of such a statement, “Will you say that next time too?” You could go back and forth with him, exchanging verbal jabs until he beats you into submission, but it’d be for nothing. 

“Take care of yourself, Hyunjin.” You smooth out your dress and throw your jacket back on, pushing past him with an indifference no one’s ever shown him before. Give him your love. Give him your hate. He can find a way to work with either one. Your indifference, on the other hand, is alien to him. It’s a savagely forged blade to his gut, slicing him open and leaving him to bleed out in the halls of his own exhibit.

“So you love him more? Is that it?” he calls out, catching you before you disappear forever. You pause, searching for the most honest answer that you can offer. “I love me more,” you say, shocked by your own words, “at least I want to love me more, and I need someone who makes that easy for me.”

“And he does?”

“Yes, actually, very much.” 

Thoughts of Minho wrap around you like a warm, fuzzy blanket making you crave his presence. Wherever he is, doing business in Seoul or on a shoot in LA, you want to be there. “Hyunjin, honey, people are pulling up!” his manager, a sharply dressed older woman in designer glasses, announces strutting through the doors. You peek outside to see how right she is. His adoring public is already arriving, ready to file in and shower him with enough affection to last a lifetime.

Not that any of it will ever be enough. Not when the only one who matters is about to walk out of his life. His manager looks you up and down, trying to figure out what the hell you’re doing here. “I didn’t know we were opening early” she quips, cutting her eyes at you. “I’m leaving, actually.” “Oh, what a shame.” Hyunjin interrupts, nearly knocking into his manager to get to you, “See you around sometime?” “I'm sure you will.”

Waving goodbye to his manager before she sets you on fire with her mind, you throw yourself back out into the cold autumn night. As the door of the gallery shuts behind you, so does the door leading back to what you shared with Hyunjin. You know without question where your heart is. It’s not with him anymore and it never will be again.

“You want me to go hiking?” you ask, smiling politely at the waiter setting your plate down in front of you. “Thank you” Minho nods to the departing waiter before turning his attention back to you, “Yes, you. We can spend the whole weekend hiking and camping. It’ll be nice to get away, don’t you think?” You’ve never seen Minho this excited about anything. He may not show it on the outside but that little twinkle in his eye gives away how passionate he is about the trip and how much it'd mean to him if you came along.

Next week will be the first time in a while that you'll both be free of your hectic schedules and all he wants is to be with you. Of course, you want the same thing, even if you run the risk of being eaten alive by bugs in the process. “I think it’ll be wonderful” you agree, twirling food onto your fork, “Let’s do it. I’ve always wanted to wrestle a bear.” Minho nearly spits his drink out laughing, “Who said you had to wrestle a bear?” You grab a napkin, reaching across the table to wipe the wine from his chin.

“That’s what you do when you go camping right? Forage for food. Wrestle bears. Challenge mountain lions to a foot race. Survival show stuff.” Minho can’t find the words to explain how completely wrong that is, he’s too busy trying to keep it together in front of the other diners. Osteria Francescana is one of those restaurants that's impossible to get a reservation at unless you know someone. They won’t even put you in their book if you don’t meet the standards for their elite clientele.

It’s always made Minho uncomfortable to be in places like this. As gorgeous as it is, with its fancy menu and candlelit dining room, it’s not really his scene but tonight it has to be. He wants to ask you something. Something that has him nervous enough that he couldn’t touch his food if he wanted to. He thought that getting dressed up and taking you out on a romantic date might give him the courage to say it but he's quickly learned that it makes no difference. You scare the hell out of him all the same.

“Have you thought about us?” he asks, forcing himself to get it over with. You sense that something’s off. Not knowing what, you proceed with caution. “Thought about us as in...” Minho clears his throat, fidgeting with his rings. “Being together. Just me and you. I know that Hyunjin—” “Hyunjin isn’t anything to me,” you say, refusing to let him go any further. You knew that this would come up eventually. Minho never pressed you about your history with Hyunjin. He never asked if you still saw him or forced you to open up about your feelings but he was bound to get curious. It's only natural.

Maybe he’s been avoiding it, too afraid of what the truth might be, but there’s nothing to worry about. Not in the slightest. You lock eyes with him, taking his hand, “I love you, Minho. You’re the only one I want. I've known that for a while. I just didn’t wanna rush you.” Correction, talking about the camping trip isn’t the most excited you’ve ever seen him. This is. His ears are turning red and he can’t stop himself from smiling no matter how hard he tries.

“Rush me? No. I love you too. I always wanted—I do want—will you be my girlfriend?” “I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You rub your cheeks to chase away the tingly feeling coming over them. He asked you, he really asked you. Instead of stringing you along with only the hope of something serious, he went for it. It heals your wounded heart, wipes away some deep seated pain, to know that he loves you the way that you love him.

“We should do something to celebrate. What do you think?” “Hmm,” you muse, one of your high heels skimming the inside of his leg. Minho tilts his head to the side, glancing under the table and back up at you with a mischievous look on his face. “I wasn’t talking about that.” you scold, realizing too late what you’ve started, "Get your mind out of the gutter. No!"

Teetering on the edge of the black marble sink, you have to bite down on your lip to keep from making noise. Sneaking away from your table had been easier than you thought. No one seemed to notice you walking off to the bathroom or Minho slipping in behind you a few minutes later. You don’t know what’s gotten into you. You shouldn’t be doing this and that’s precisely why it feels so damn good to do it.

Any worries you have about getting caught disappear when you feel the warmth of Minho’s mouth pressed against your core. He catches himself humming at the taste of you as he licks up one side and down the other. Repeating it until your clit’s stiff and twitching, begging for his attention. He flicks his tongue against your clit just enough to get a reaction out of you. You run your fingers through the soft strands of his chestnut hair, tugging at it to signal that you want more.

Kissing the plush of your inner thighs, he spreads you wider to admire the beauty of you being so drenched and needy when he's barely done anything to you at all. Slowly, he dips the tip of his tongue into you, swirling it in circles just beyond your entrance. “Please” you whine, melodic and low. Minho grins at how adorable you are. “So cute.” You grab onto the sides of the sink, fighting for control of your trembling body. “Shit, why do you taste so good? Hmm?” he pants, diving back in for more.

A moan escapes your lips, the pleasure too intense to contain. You shove your fingers into your mouth, a desperate attempt at blocking the next one but it only works for a short time. Before you know it you’re drooling around your fingers, moaning between rapid, shallow breaths. Knowing that he needs to work quickly to avoid suspicion, he devours you with the hunger he should've had for his dinner. But you're so much tastier than anything this restaurant could offer him.

The wilder he laps at you, the wetter you are, and the more of you he needs. Nothing has to be said for him to know when you're close to your peak. Your body gives you away every time. Minho takes your hands, his fingers intertwined with yours, steadying you as the tension snaps, leaving you clenching around his tongue. A sensation of pure bliss radiates through your body as he holds his pace, stopping only when you're too overstimulated to take anymore.

Standing up, he brings you into his arms and rests his head on your shoulder. He holds you lovingly, not expecting a thing. To him, you’re the most precious woman, his absolute favorite, and at last, you belong to each other. It means everything to bask in this moment—in any moment—with you. You close your eyes, kissing him on the forehead, bathing in the ethereal glow of the “after”.

This is your fairytale and he is your prince.

#stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids smut #lee know fluff #lee know angst #lee know smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin angst #chubby reader #plus size reader #stray kids x chubby reader

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Vashwood rant

I can't sleep so why not analyze vashwood in the middle of the night

Now, this analysis is mostly of the manga, with maybe small takes from 98 and tristamp

To start let's look at the boys from their respective beginnings

Vash is so cruelly mischaracterized as a child, and it might be a little bit of trismaps fault, even though i do love it, or maybe people are just putting characters into boxes without really thinking about it but Vash is so not soft-shy-nice little baby brother. The whole thing with him being younger is so insane to me, i get why if Nai was born like 10 minutes earlier he would make it his whole personality (very sibling thing to do) but it's just so stupid. No, they have 0 age difference and it doesn't affect their dynamic cuz the are literally twins for the love of god. And, really, when you look at the manga as kids Nai was the emotional one! And he still is!

Nai is plagued by fear and anger and resentment and those emotions are what drive his every decision. Vash, on the other hand, is much more in control of his feelings and doesn't show them as much. That is to say that pre-tesla nai is the one worried about their relationship with humans, about their future, he's the one crying after talking to Conrad (what a sweet child he was) while Vash seemes much less scared.

And when they find out about Tesla Nai is the one who faints - he’s the more reactive one, the emotional one. And that small difference is what sets their paths so differently. Because Vash actually gets a chance to talk to Rem and figure things out.And that talk is so very important because it makes Rem, who already was everything to Vash, even more important. 

Now, I want us all to think about how terrified Vash was after seeing Tesla cuz he probably thought his own mother was going to dissect him and his brother. But then she saves him when he tries to end his own life, proving that no she’s not gonna kill him, because she, as every human, has the capability to learn from her mistakes and make better choices. (too bad Nai didn’t get that lesson lol)

And then we get to the big bad things. (it’s genocide) But the important part from that whole ordeal is Rem’s sacrifice. Because, listen, I love stories where humanity is shown to be capable of change and forgiveness is a virtue and love and pussy and all that but oh man can it be so so unrealistic and a little bit insane to watch (su im looking at u (i love su but oh boy that is not how the world works unfortunately)) but Trimax manages to make it work so well. I believe that’s cuz Vash is a very kind and loving man but is also completely out of his mind and has horrendous mommy issues. At least half the reason he doesn’t kill people is because Rem has died to save them, and killing them would make it all be for nothing. If he kills these people or if he lets them die would that mean that Rem died for nothing? Did she sacrifice her life to save these people only for her own son to end their lives? AND you know I’m right cuz he literally says it in the manga but also BECAUSE HE DOES THE SAME FOR WOLFWOOD (also he did kill Nai when he had the chance but we don’t have time to unpack that)

All of that is A LOT and very complicated (i love Vash he’s so well written he’s my perfect little meow meow) now let's talk about Wolfwoooooooooood /twirls hair/

WW is much easier to understand and analyze cuz he is, just a guy,, WW is just a normal person who gets insanely unlucky and gets in THE WORST possible situations (If he ever played DND he would roll straight 1s). That is to say that his story is sort of a way to show how much life in the badlands sucks, but also that there are good things even in the worst places (the orphanage) And WW reacts to situations in the most rational way possible way - he kills to survive. he doesn’t want to but he doesn’t get a say in it. If he could chose he would just live with his family and friend and do whatever. And that, him being so normal in such a violent and bloody world is what makes him suffer all the time. His inner moral compass is screaming at him what a terrible person he is and he promptly ignores it.

That is until that moral compass manifests itself in the form of a tall, blond and handsome stranger that he’s supposed to lead to his death. The stranger who turns out to be the most compassionate and kind man WW’s has ever seen. Who he’s supposed to kill. It’s like finding an oasis in the desert and being forced to burn it to the ground. And WW doesn’t want to do that, and he refuses to believe that the oasis is not a mirage so he tries to get Vash to kill someone, even if it’s WW himself. (It doesn’t work.)

As we all know WW changes his mind because of Vash’s influence. And he dies for it. Because even though Vash’s beliefs are born of human virtues, no man is made to walk his path, for he is not human and any mortal who tries to follow an angel to the skies is doomed to crash. WHAT YOU DON’T EXPECT IS THAT THAT MAN WILL BRING THE ANGEL DOWN WITH HIM

There is this line I wrote for an art i’m planning to make and if you’ve read this far you deserve a lil spoiler - “have you found absolution in bringing an angel to his knees?” and it captures perfectly what i'm thinking. And also Vash spends so much time trying to be closer to people but I think him killing Legato might’ve been the most human thing he’s ever done. Cuz it’s is so beautiful in the way he does it for the memory of the person he loved and yet so ugly in it’s cruelty.

I’ve said this before but most of the time when there is a human/ some immortal powerful creature relationship I don’t think the human is that special but WW HE SO IS. Maybe it’s the way that he’s just as deep in the nuclear bombs with personality business as Vash is, being one of said nuclear bombs, but still remains a normal person with relatively good morals that he can anchor Vash to a sort of normality that he doesn’t get often. Like what other guy would get hunted by all sorts of freaks with you, get in trouble all the time, get shot and etc and etc and then go for a drink with you like it’s a normal wednesday? Wolfwood. Or maybe it's that WW learns of every worst part of Vash, he sees him be on the brink of losing himself, he knows Vash has actually caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people and ALMOST did it again after Julai, and still stays with him? He sees Vash become something that is not human at all and still stay? Idk MAYBE IT’S ALL OF THAT but WW is just so important and so down bad but we all know that already so i’m not gonna add to that

Anyways, I got this all out of my system gn

#vashwood #trigun #trigun maximum

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: M6 with an MC who's been bottling up their affectionate tendencies

Another very late sequel, for this post:

M6 with a touch/affection-starved MC

- to set the scene -

You learned very early on to suppress your affectionate impulses. As much as you love to spoil your loved ones with hugs and cuddles and homemade food and random gifts and helping them with tasks and clearing your schedule for them and complimenting them at every turn and maybe writing them a loving note or two in their lunch - you know better. You don't care to scare off new friends with that kind of intensity, and the few you've shown that side to who said they were okay with it usually ended up using you.

Nobody you know now would call you unfriendly, but you never initiate touch or ask for too much, and you certainly don't bombard them with gifts or compliments or acts of service or undividided attention.

But now, you're in a secure relationship with someone who adores you, who put their life on the line with you, who opened up their heart to you, who wants to build a future with you. You want to smother them with affection, and for the first time, you don't have to hold back.

You are about to rock their world.

Julian

One of the most affection desperate people you'll ever know. He's plenty familiar with driving people off by being or demanding too much

You've been the first person to accept all he offers you and hold onto him in return

Sure you're a little aloof sometimes, but he's happy just to be allowed to love you without the fear of pushing you away

And then a week or so after defeating the Devil, it was like a switch in your brain flipped and you sent him straight to heaven

Having you regularly remind him to eat, with food you made with your own hands?

Hearing your little affirming compliments multiple times a day??

Waking up to freshly cleaned clothes and a soft eyepatch that doesn't hurt his scalp???

When he made it to work one day to find a little love note tucked into his medical kit he nearly swooned on the spot

He doesn't know where all this has been hiding but he's not complaining. He will accept it all with outstretched arms

Asra

They left for trips so often that you learned not to get too attached so as not to cause unnecessary pain

Here's the obvious: so did he. He traded half his heart and only left to avoid hurting you

Every new liberty you take in loving them will be their cue to stop holding back as well

It's going to be insufferably fluffy for everyone around you until you get it out of your systems and learn to act normal again

If you wake him up with breakfast he'll surprise you on your break with lunch

If you hug them just because they were standing there, they are kissing you all over

Compliment wars that only get cheesier and more suggestive until you're both flustered

Close the shop for a few days so you can travel with him and he'll be your devoted shop assistant for the next week

Bring them something you saw in the marketplace and they'll appear a few days later with a bagful of trinkets

So, so, so many "I love you"s, because now you can both finally say it

Nadia

She is not used to receiving affection. At all

She always interpreted her family's gestures as insults, there was no love in her marriage, and she hasn't been with anyone since

You, though, she loves to spoil you

And now - apparently - you love to spoil her

You drive her to distraction. Tell her she's the best on her way out the door and it'll power her through a whole morning of meetings

If you have a visiting Prakran teach you how to make spiced swordfish the right way she might actually cry

You pop into a meeting to drop off a love note before you go into town and kiss her cheek on the way out? She'll smile all day

Clear your evening for her and give her your undivided attention while she tells you about her ideas and plans? She's swooning

She's never been a hoarder but for you she is. She has shelves in her tower now where she stores all of your notes and gifts

Every time you show her your affection she lights up with surprise and delight. She can do anything with your love supporting her

Muriel

You have to start slowly. For his sake

He's not used to a gentle world. Or gentle people. Or affection in general

He did not know the concept of emotional safety until you held him in your arms, and it both melted and terrified him

Loves it when you bring or make him food. Growing up without it makes it infinitely precious to him, especially from you

If he comes home to a clean space (floor, dishes, laundry, etc) he'll be silent and still for the next few minutes, just taking it in

Write him a list of all the things you like about him and watch his ears burn. He will make a waterproof pouch for said list and carry it everywhere

Show interest in the things he cares about and he'll melt. Help with the chickens. Play with Inanna. He can't look away

One loving glance from you and his heart will sprout wings and fly out of his chest

Seeing the way you love so freely is reminding him how to love in return - you, the world, other people, and even himself

Portia

She loves so freely, she's a little shocked when it starts to show how much you've been holding back

Her no-holds-barred approach to affection is all you need to lose your inhibitions

She makes breakfast. You pack lunch

You kiss her on your way out. She surprise tackles you with a hug when you return

You get Mazelinka to teach you some classic Nevivon foods. She smuggles you the Palace's finest dishes

You make her a magic charm. She takes you on a wild adventure to make use of it

You write her a love letter. She sends you her favorite poetry excerpts

Clear your afternoon to spend time with her and she'll take you on a spontaneous date

She's got a strong competitive streak too, so anything you do for her will be heaped back on you tenfold. If she doesn't have the skillset required she'll stuff you with pastries

Every day she writes down all the ways you showed her love. It's her favorite book, and it keeps her going no matter the obstacles

Lucio

He's had it all already. Worship, adoration, flowery praise, luxurious gifts stacked to the ceiling, the best cuisine ...

But he's never had it from you. And he's never received affection from someone who meant it and didn't try to hide it

You don't compose symphonies for him. But you'll sing to him if he's scared

You don't give him the finest furs and silks. But you bring him trinkets that remind you of him in the most delightfully specific ways

You're not an internationally acclaimed chef. But you cook breakfast for him when he wants to sleep in

You don't wait on him hand and foot, but you polish his sword and cuirass

You don't heap praises on him like he's a god. But you know him, you see the good in him, and when you tell him you love him, he can trust you to mean it

You don't flinch when he looks at you or reaches for you. You meet his gaze with the patience that made him a better man and hold him every night. Oh, he adores you

#the arcana #the arcana brainrot #arcana brainrot #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

[myosotisa]

Sex, Love, and Other Crazy Ideas - s.h.

ǁ  summary: Steve has always felt like he loves too much. Sometimes it scares him. But it doesn't scare you.

ǁ tags: smut. plot with descriptions of smut. kinda dark!Steve?? obsessive thoughts, possessive behavior, unhealthy attachment, but it's consenual. you accidentally cut your finger, so blood is mentioned. oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, hickies galore, body worship, a small amount of bloodplay. no pronouns, no y/n, afab!reader, nickname for you is sweetheart. I... have no reasonable explanation for this. I don't even know what to say. Happy Sunday I guess

ǁ word count: 1.6k

The intensity of love had always been overwhelming to Steve Harrington.

They say love can make you do crazy things. Like throwing yourself in front of someone to protect them. Like a spouse doing something they dislike every day because they know their partner appreciates it. Like a mom suddenly finding the strength to move a car to save her child.

Love made Steve a protective, caring, possessive man.

Most of it was shown through his actions. Acting as a chauffeur for Robin and all the teens he "babysits." Going out of his way to help someone, especially if they are having a bad day. Planning small events for the people he is closest to, so they can all get together and have a good time.

But when you came along, it felt different.

You were kind, selfless, understanding. Compassionate and empathetic, sometimes to your own detriment. At first you actively resisted Steve's desire to wait on you hand and foot, but had learned to accept that it killed him to reject the affection. You told him time and time again that he didn't have to do all these things for you, that you just loved him for who he was. He told you that was just how he showed he loved you too.

Sometimes the intensity of his love for you turned sour. He had a jealous streak – could be paranoid about the intentions of people he didn't know that were with you. He never forced you away from people or kept you from events. Just kept a watchful eye and a mental note, sometimes sought reassurance that you were his and only his, and made sure no one ever got even close to hurting you.

He bought you a little necklace with his initials. Was nervous as hell to give it to you, worried about what you might think. But you were delighted, ecstatic even, and had started to wear it everyday. Even talked about getting him a chain or a bracelet that had your initials on it too.

That night he'd made you come you over and over again until you passed out from exhaustion. Had fucked you into sweet oblivion. And the whole time, that necklace slid across your skin. The only thing you wore. That little piece of metal that said you were his.

He'd fidget it with it sometimes – fixing the chain so the clasp was behind your neck, rubbing the S between the tips of his fingers absentmindedly when you sat in his lap. You thought it was cute. Enjoyed the feeling of being his and how proud he was to be yours.

Sometimes the intensity of his love for you overwhelmed him. He wanted nothing more than to keep you in his bed forever, 24/7 spent with your skin on his. Wrapped up tight in his arms, or your thighs trembling as they pressed into his ears, or his cock buried deep in your warm, wet, perfect pussy until the end of time.

It wasn't a realistic thing to want, of course. But a man could dream.

And he dreamed often. Fucking you until you passed out every night you would let him. Waking up from a dream about you that had him sliding under the sheets, parting your beautiful thighs, and worshipping you awake. Begging you to let him taste you, sometimes on his fucking knees, steady and loving hands squeezing at your waist and hips as he pleaded.

You hardly ever denied him. Tried your hardest to take care of him in return, even when he insisted he wanted nothing more than to make you feel good.

After too many times having to go out into the world with a mosaic of bruises along both sides of your throat, you'd had to put some boundaries up. No hickies in visible places. He'd whined and tried to bargain but you were steadfast.

Fine. He'd litter you with little loving bruises in spots only he would be able to see. Scarlet paintings along your thighs, your collarbones, your tits.

One night, he'd already been sucking and biting bruises into your skin for what felt like hours. Determined to turn your skin into a constellation of pink, red, and purple with his mouth. A devotee that wanted nothing more than to worship every inch of you.

He was hyper focused on a spot on your chest – drawing the skin between his teeth and then soothing it with his tongue. Over and over as blood drew closer to the surface, warming as the blood vessels popped and the mark bloomed.

It was like he could feel your heart beating beneath his lips, like maybe if he used his teeth in just the right way, he could break the surface of your skin. Free some of the blood from your veins, the very life force of your being, and consume it until the wound stops bleeding.

He didn't want to hurt you. No, never wanted to hurt you. But the idea of consuming you, of possessing you so thoroughly, made it seem like a little bit of pain might not be so bad.

It was not an urge he ever acted on. Scared of scaring you, scared of what it meant that he wanted to do that. But he just couldn't help it. He loved you so much that he didn't quite know what to do with himself. It was like he wanted to live beside you at every moment, live inside you. He wanted to crawl under your skin and stay there permanently, or maybe have you crawl under his instead.

The need to possess you entirely sometimes made him act without thinking.

He heard a surprised gasp from the kitchen, followed by a pained hiss. It took mere moments to reach your side, ready to protect you, to make sure you were safe. The kitchen knife was abandoned on the cutting board, your hand cradled to your chest.

"Lemme see, sweetheart," he held out his loving hands with concern. You gingerly showed him the wound – a clean slice on the tip of your index finger. Not too deep, nothing too dangerous, but enough that it was steadily leaking blood on your skin. "Let's go get you cleaned up, okay?"

And you nodded, allowing him to lead you to the bathroom, standing dutifully by as he procured the first aid kit from beneath the sink. He gently took your hand in his own, marveled at the feeling of your skin on his, at the difference in your hands. Still enough to distract him after all this time.

But you were in pain, maybe even a little scared, and he had to focus.

After warning you that it might sting a little, he carefully cleaned the wound, cooing apologies and murmuring how good you were doing as you winced and tried not to pull away from it. Once he was satisfied, he went to retrieve a bandage but was stopped short when he turned back to look at you.

You were looking up at him with reverence, with comfort, with love. Like he was all you wanted and more. Like he was the only one who you trusted to make you feel better, like he was the only one who could heal you.

His breathing hitched in his chest. You were looking up at him with pleading, devoted, wide eyes, your cut had started to bleed just a little bit again in his hands, and he was struck with the overwhelming urge to swallow you whole.

To consume you – body and soul.

He didn't think before he brought your hurt finger up to his lips. At first he pressed a gentle kiss to the wound, loving and apologetic for the pain you had endured. When you melted into a sweet, syrupy smile, and when he licked at his lips and tasted just a touch of iron, he took the tip of your finger into his mouth and sucked.

You gasped, eyes wide and lips parted. He held your finger there, gently, and searched your face for some sign of concern or maybe even disgust. Surprise was there, plain as day, but nothing that looked negative. You didn't pull away, didn't move, barely breathed.

Experimentally, he laved his tongue over the wound. Bursts of metallic blood spreading across his taste buds as he did so. And he thought maybe he was hearing things when you whimpered.

When you made that noise again, his cock throbbed so hard in his jeans he thought he might've spontaneously came in his pants.

And while you had questions, and he had just a little bit of shame circling in his thoughts, it didn't matter right now. Not as he let your finger fall from his mouth, lifted you up onto the edge of the bathroom counter, and fell to his knees between your thighs like a man possessed.

In the following hours, dinner long forgotten, he took you apart thread by thread. Made your body shiver, shake, and seize. Praised you, lovingly degraded you, claimed you, pleaded for you to scream his name. Filled you to the brim with his cum, used his fingers to fuck it back into you until he was ready to go again. Which never took long, not with how you looked up at him like he hung the moon and stars in the sky.

That night, he broke his record for the amount of orgasms he had given you in a single day. And still held you as you passed out in his arms and felt an itch beneath his skin that begged for more.

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thanks for reading! please reblog and leave a comment if you liked it, they mean the world to me <3

and yes, I will be bringing this up in therapy tomorrow

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington blurbs #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #dark!steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington oneshot #myos ideas #myo4harrington

[punchbuggie]

hiiii more bakugou head canons bc i love that silly goober

dimples

i love the idea that he has dimples but no one but like the bakusquad and deku know

like imagine if you will: bakugou getting comfortable around 1A and genuinely laughing at something and they all see cute little dimples in his cheeks

then like todoroki pokes his cheek and is just like “you have dimples.” and then everyone freaks out and theyre like “AWWWW BAKUGOU!!!!” and tackle him in hugs

and then he tries to fight them off and is like “ugh i hate you people” but in reality he really loves the affection from his class and appreciates them and their constant reassurance that they genuinely like him for him and not because of his quirk

this more of a 1A head canon but i think if anyone AND I MEAN ANYONE were to start calling baku a villain or something theyd go F E R A L

i read a fanfic on ao3 about it and I LOVE IT

it was so incredibly cute and i 100% think it would happen (i’ll try to find it and add the link at the bottom)

baku totally loves to cook and bake for everyone especially eri

he would def be a big brother for her and be so incredibly soft with her but like only 1A and the erasermic fam would know

he’d totally still be >:( on the outside, but so incredibly soft for eri and she knowsss

she knows she has him wrapped around her finger but she’s a little angel and would never use that against him

maybe if she wants an apple but she deserves it!

honestly i think mitsuki wouldve taught katsuki to be a feminist from a young age (as shown by him fighting fairly against uraraka)

the girls would totally find this out after training with him in class and like sure theyre nervous at first, (who wasnt?) but they slowly learn that he’s one of the only ones in 1A to fully treat them equally

they probably start voluntarily partnering with him with kiri doesnt

after the other boys realize this, they feel bad for not treating their classmates equally and apologize and promise to fight fairly

i love all the comparisons to bakugou being a pomeranian so i think his friends (we’ll say denki) figured it out and tease him mercilessly about it

every single one of the bakusquad members has his pfp as a pomeranian

mina and denki have matching photos of pomeranians with bakugou’s hero suit editted on

sero has one with a chef hat that’s been posed to look like he’s mixing a bowl

and kirishima has a photo of the happiest pomeranian ever with so many little hearts messily drawn around it bc he loves his boyfriend

ofc they all know when they need to stop teasing him, they are his best friends after all

they never take it too far and have learned how to read his subtle facial expression and body language changes so they never upset him or push him too far

bakugou secretly thinks the pomeranian jokes are funny but refuses to let any of his friends or boyfriend know

anyway!! i hope you enjoyed more of my hc about the silliest boy

heres part one: https://www.tumblr.com/punchbuggie/734569823080677376/my-favorite-bakugou-headcanons-mamas-boy-like

#baku no hero academia #bnha #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki bakugou #mha #my hero acedamia #bnha headcanons #bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki

[silvervioletvalentine]

Love is the way you…

Pairing: Max Verstappen X Cherrie!

Word count: 7k

Summary: in which she’s an unbothered, boss bitch. He’s just madly in love with her. As simple as that.

Max look over at his girlfriend with a unimpressed look on his face as she stumbled up onto the rooftop to where their interview was being filmed, a bottle of half empty wine hanging loosely in her hand as she waved at him lazily , completely unbothered by how late she was.

He looked pointedly at his watch , leaning back into the couch that had been placed in the middle of the rooftop just for them, having been sat there with a apologetic smile being given to the filming crew around him with each minute that passed by with his girlfriend not arriving.

He cursed at himself for telling her the actual time of the interview, knowing that he should have lied and told her that it was an hour before , to give her time to be late only to arrive on time . He wasn't surprised at all and If he didn't know her so well he would have thought that she was unable to actually tell the time because in all of their time together . She had never once arrived to anything on time.

He didn't know if it was because she simply didn't care or if she just did it just to piss him off , knowing that he liked to do things on the dot. That he hated being late to literally anything.

So it was only his luck that he fell in love with a woman who could not give a single shit about anything , in fact, he didn't think that she had ever followed a single rule in her entire life.

If you told her not to do something, she would do it.

You told her not to pick up that spider? She’d pick it up and chase him around their house with it while he screeched in fear like a little girl.

If He told her to take the short cut to where ever they were going, she’d take all the back fields and make him suffer the long way instead. Because she Simply found annoying people amusing, that was it.

Actually now that he thought  about it , the first time that they had met at a party she had told him that she would only be a minute. That she was just going to get a drink and to wait for her in the kitchen .

She had been gone for an hour until she came back with a casual grin and not even a single apology falling from her mouth, simply telling him that she didn't like the booze that the party was offering, holding up a bottle of fancy whiskey that she had ran off to buy from the liquor store instead.

Max should have known then what he was getting himself into but one look at her beautiful face had him in a daze. Still did. The affect that she had on him was absolutely pathetic.

But he wouldn’t change a thing. Because his life would be boring and bland without her. Like chicken without any spices.

He needed her. Just as much as she needed him. (Which meant that he needed her for him to feel happy and at home . She needed him to reverse the car for her and pay off her fines for speeding and parking incorrectly.) but still. They were in love.

And well , here they were , two years later. About to do an interview about their relationship that his girlfriend has turned up late to. Again.

Really, it was only right. A full circle moment for them. In fact. He might have been worried if she had shown up On time.

That just wasn’t who she was.

"What happened to 'just going to say hello to your friend and that you'd only be a minute'?" He questioned her with a knowing look on his face, shuffling over on the couch so that she could sit next to him.

Admiring the tiny shorts and cut up redbull shirt that she was wearing with his number and name on the back , her pierced nipples and pierced belly button shining underneath of the sun proudly as she strutted over to him in her six inch heels , smirking down at him lazily.

The definition of a hot mess. Max wondered how he got so lucky. She was way out of his league and he knew it.

"It turned into a emergency brunch. Her boyfriend cheated on her! that absolute cunt!" She gossiped to him, throwing her little handbag down and kicking off her heels too. Curling herself up on the couch beside him and offering him the half drunken bottle of wine in her hand.

Max gently took it from her and set it aside. Hiding a amused smirk.

No doubt she had been having bottomless mimosas for lunch, she didn't need anymore wine as well. Otherwise he would be carrying her home again.

He looked at her in slight shock , eyes widening at the sudden information she was giving to him.

"No way! How did she find out?" He rushed out, eyes never leaving her pretty face, both of them oblivious to the crew around them that were watching the two of them gossip together like teenagers in amusement.

Cherrie scoffed loudly , pulling a disgusted face. "She found them in her bed! He was shagging her best friend the whole time!" She exclaimed loudly, still in shock from how her day had gone.

Max gasped , mouth dropping open in disbelief. "No! That bitch! I always knew something was off about her." He told her seriously , untucking a piece of her hair from where it had gotten tangled in her necklace.

Cherrie just hummed In agreement , the two having have a lot of gossip sessions and pillow talk about about how shady they thought people were.

They were the most judgmental couple around and they didn't give a single shit either. Max has found out that one of Charles’s engineers had slept with one of his friends, Cherrie had been the first one to find out about it.

Max had hid behind the Ferrari lounge and rang his girlfriend as soon as he overhead the news. Whisper shoutout down the phone to her about how ‘she was not going to believe what he had just heard!’.

Cherrie had successfully turned him into a gossip and max enjoyed every single second of it. Because his girlfriend knew everything about everyone. Even the things that she shouldn’t know at all.

She did. So max did too. Because they were the dream team and the first thing the two of them did when they heard some juicy gossip , was call each other up to tell the other about it dramatically.

They had dirt on everyone.

"I know! So I told her that I'd slash his tires and help her egg his house-" she casually started to tell him of her revengeful plan, leaning back into the couch to get comfortable.

Max paused at that and looked at her warily , frowning in disapproval. "No you're not! You're already not allowed within a ten miles of your friends other ex boyfriend after what you did last time! You can't keep collecting restraining orders like this baby!" He reminded her seriously .

They had a folder at home of all the people that she wasn't allowed near . And all the clubs and bars she was banned from too.

Because his girlfriend was a little shit who was insanely protective of those that she loved and she also believed in karma , karma being her fist being shoved into someone's face and her slashing the tires of assholes cars that had broken her friends heart.

She meant business and max respected that. But he also wanted his girlfriend to not be arrested , he would miss her too much if she went too far and got herself locked up.

She never knew where to draw the like between wrong and criminally wrong.

So max had to remind her every so often so that she didn’t get into too much trouble.

Cherrie groaned at the reminder , rolling her eyes with a huff . "Fine. Will you do it for me then?" She looked at him expectantly , blinking at him with her long lashes and pretty eyes.

Max sighed loudly , looking away from her before he caved in.

It should be illegal for her to look at him like that. Why did she have to be so fucking beautiful? It really wasn’t fair to him when he was trying to tell her no.

“No! I'm not getting involved again Cherrie! The guy caught me last time and I had a black eye for weeks!"

There was a short pause before Cherrie pouted at him prettily , nudging his shoulder gently. "But he called me a evil bitch-" she told him with a small knowing smirk tugging at her lips .

Max's head snapped back to her, his eyes narrowing as his body stiffened in anger .

“I'll sort him out then. Don't worry about it." He murmured to her, quickly changing his mind about staying out of her drama , already planning on breaking the guys nose for speaking to the love of his life like that.

Max was the only one that was allowed to call her an evil bitch (affectionately) not some dickhead who couldn't keep his dick in his pants.

Her drama was now his drama. Her problems were his too. That was true love.

"Thank you baby!" She beamed at him smugly , wrapping her arm around his neck to give him a kiss. Max leaning into her and eagerly kissing her back , smiling contently against her lips as he tasted her strawberry limp balm. His favourite.

The two of them only pulled away when there was a loud clearing of a throat, looking over to their amused interviewer sheepishly.

"Can we get started now?" He asked them, grinning as he took a seat in front of them. The cameras already trained on the couple that most people couldn't believe actually worked out.

Max blushed subtly , laughing a little as he nodded his head and gave the crew a apologetic glance.

Cherrie not giving a single shit, she merely smiled at them and gave them all a polite wave of her freshly manicured hand.

"This is going to be a bit of a invasive one. Some not so nice questions. Is there anything you didn't want to talk about?" He asked them , having already informed them that this was a unfiltered interview for their channel.

Cherrie just laughed , shrugging carelessly. "ask whatever you want. I'll even give you a play by play script of how we fuck-"

Max smacked his hand over her mouth with a nervous laugh. "No you won't! Behave!" He scolded her in amusement . Smacking the back of her head lightly . Knowing that she was only half joking too.

Max had once overheard her on the phone to Pierre , still stark naked after wrestling with him in the sheets the whole night. He had been left to watch her in disbelief , still breathless from the hours of fucking, as she called up her friend and asked him to bring them some more condoms over because they weren’t done.

Max had been forced to waddle over to their front door with her tiny , silky dressing gown wrapped around his body. Neck covered in hickeys and eyes still glazed, too fucked out to even be embarrassed by the amused laugh pierre had gave him when he saw the state he was in.

He had gotten used to her being a blabber mouth. His girlfriend was not the one that you told your secrets to because you could guarantee that the whole group chat would find out within the hour.

But he loved her anyways. She may have been a gobshite but she was his gobshite.

Cherrie just smirked at him mischievously, leaning into his side a little more as she got comfortable. Giving them the green light to start the interview.

They answered a few simple questions about their relationship first , about how they met and how long they had been together before the questions finally got interesting.

She could feel max tense beside her , meanwhile Cherrie had never felt more relaxed in her life .

"There's a lot of people online that accuse you of only being with him to use him for his money. How do you feel about that?" He asked her.

Now most people would get upset over the fact that his fans would think of her as some goldigging whore , but not Cherrie.

She simply grinned and let out a amused laugh, completely unbothered.

She knew that she was the shit and that others were just jealous that she had what they couldn't have. It was a little pathetic really but she honestly didn't give a single shit to what some stranger thought of her.

Why would she? They meant nothing to her. She didn't know them and they didn't know her . They just judged her from a few pictures of her , that was their opinion and they could have that.

Just like she could have her own. There was a reason why she was so popular after all. A controversial, boss bitch. Some would call her.

She embraced it all. Who gave a fuck? Not her!

"I mean, I feel a little bit annoyed because it's not true at all. I'm not using him for his money, I have plenty of my own.." she told the camera with a small smirk , glancing at max who was already biting back a grin at her mischievous eyes .

“I'm actually using him for his sexy body. I wish people would get it right!" She exclaimed , tutting and shaking her head scornfully.

Max burst into laughter, his cheeks flushing pink as he shoved her away from him playfully . The both of them giggling like little kids, not seeing the shocked looks that they were being given.

No one used to seeing max so carefree and happy, taken aback by how lighthearted and carefree he was acting with her. So used to seeing him being so serious and rarely ever laughing.

It was a startling surprise to see him burying his face into cherries shoulder in a fit of giggles, her hand buried in his hair as she lightly scratched at his scalp absentmindedly, grinning to herself smugly. Completely comfortable with her. Clearly in love.

"Yeah! I mean- she loves my hidden eight pack! And my big guns.." he was snickering as he flexed his arms jokingly , grinning down at her in pure amusement. "It's all she ever wants! It's why I'm always so tired." He joked , unable to stop laughing.

Cherrie giggled along with him, tucking her knees up into the couch and resting her arms on them , putting her chin on them lazily as she wiggled her eyebrows at the camera suggestively.

"Oh yeah..." she drawled out , smirking. "All I want is sex, sex and even more sex! He gets home from winning a race and I'm just like - get on the bed with your ass straight up in the air!" She continued to joke, snorting to herself . Reaching over his knees to grab at her bottle of wine again.

Uncapping it and quickly taking a sip, she offered the bottle to max again.

This time he took it and had a big gulp from the bottle giving in , still grinning with tears of laughter in his eyes, his face bright red from her casual words.

"She's incredibly easy to buy gifts for because I am the gift. I just put a bow on myself and she goes crazy! She's obsessed with me!" He told them with a forced straight face , lips twitching as he tried to calm himself down again.

Cherrie side eyed him with a smirk "I am? Who cried when I went away with my friends for the weekend?" She taunted him slyly.

Max paused at that , bashfully looking away from her in slight embarrassment.

He had in fact bawled like a little baby by the second day that she was gone .

He just wasn’t used to it. He couldn’t stand to be away from her for very long . She was his light , his happiness. If he had it his way, he would drag her around with him everywhere. Everyone else could fuck themselves.

She was the only one he wanted to see when he won a race. And the only one he wanted when he lost one too.

She was his person. He wasn’t ashamed of the fact that her love had turned him into a clingy fool. Because he knew that she liked it.

And his girlfriend wasn’t much better either. She had once emailed him a plane ticket after they had been fighting, leading to a few days of stubborn silent treatment , demanding that he come home so that she could ignore him in their house instead. Still wanting him near even when they were arguing.

Something that they rarely did. And even when they did fight , it was usually max that caved and apologised first .

He couldn’t live without her. That much was obvious to him.

She was his best friend.

He shrugged a little sheepishly "I don't like you not being around. I don't really like hanging out with anyone else." He muttered honestly, blushing.

The man looked between them with a grin , amazed at how different max was with Cherrie by his side. It was as though he was witnessing a completely different man!

"Would you say that you two are friends too then?" He curiously asked them. Loving the way they behaved so comfortably with each other. Able to tease and joke around without any feelings being hurt.

"Best friends." Max corrected him quickly , smiling at her. "She's the only person that I can a hundred percent be myself with. And she doesn't judge me because she also bat shit crazy too." He told him simply.

Cherrie nodded along proudly, grinning at the camera. "I am." She agreed, completely unbothered by what a menace she was.

Max knew that she was a little unhinged , and he loved her for it.

"And max, what was your first impression of Cherrie?"

Max looked over at her with a shy grin , laughing  bashfully at the knowing look she was giving him.

"I thought she was beautiful.." he tilted his head a little in thought "and scary. I remember just looking at her and thinking 'holy shit!'. I was so scared to talk to her but at the same time that was all I wanted to do.." he admitted , fidgeting with his fingers. Feeling cherries hand slide across his back and trace her name between his shoulders gently.

She laughed lightly at the memory of the first night they met .

"I don't think you would have ever talked to me if I didn't do it first. You're lucky that I'm not shy otherwise you'd still be gaping at me from a distance!" She teased him, hugging his waist and kissing his shoulder fondly.

Max rolled his eyes at her, chuckling . "I would have.." at her disbelieving look he caved instantly

“okay.. maybe it would have took me a while.."

Their interviewer laughed "so you approached him first then?"

Cherrie nodded her head casually, the more confident one out is the two of them.

Some would call her arrogant. She would agree. She was a little shit but so was max .

That was why they worked so well together.

"yeah I kinda had to. He was just staring at me the whole night , he looked like he had been shot with Cupid's arrow. I felt a little sorry for him." She told them in amusement. Still feeling smug from the effect she had always had on him.

Max scoffed at her, giving her a little push. "Hey! I wasn't that bad' I was just ya know..." he shrugged helplessly "what else was I supposed to do? I had just seen the most beautiful woman in the world.. my brain just completely switched off!" He defended himself weakly.

Knowing that there was no point denying it. He was head over boots in love with her.

He always had been.

Cherrie awed at him with a cheeky grin on her face, nudging his shoulder with hers teasingly .

“He knows just what to say to get himself laid!" She wiggled her eyebrows at him suggestively.

He buried his red face into his hands with a load groan . Muttering nonesense, completely flustered by her. Even now. She never failed to make him feel like a nervous schoolboy with a crush.

Max didn't think the butterflies were ever going to fade away. She was the love of his life and he had never believed in all that lovey dovey shit until he met her.

But he knew that she was the one. She was his best friend and partner until the end. He didn't know what he would do without her craziness and her bad ideas.

She made him so happy and to him that was all that mattered.

The man asked another question "a few of the drivers have said that you humble max. Do you think that's true?"

Cherrie hummed thoughtfully, tilting her head a little . "Maybe but not about his racing. He's a arrogant little shit but he deserves to be because he's one of the best... it's more in the way that he knows not to act like he's better than me .." she tried to find the right words to explain what she meant.

Max was leaning his head against his fist as he gazed at her, waiting patiently for her answer . Giving her thigh an encouraging squeeze.

"It's like- when he pisses me off and gets too big headed about himself I just remind him that I've got footballers and actors , billionaires and rockstars in my dm's so.." she shrugged slyly, smirking at her boyfriend who was shaking his head at , exasperated.

"I just tell him that if he leaves the toilet seat up one more time .. or if he even thinks of missing a single date night or anniversary.. I'm telling them I'm single. I can find myself a new man within seconds.. just because he has me now doesn't mean he can't lose me.." she told them seriously , confidently.

Knowing her own worth and not afraid to remind him of it.

"Some guys stop putting in the effort as soon as they've got you into the bed. But that's how the love dies out  and the resentment grows. You don't stop buying her flowers and telling her how beautiful she is to you. So many guys get too comfortable and end up losing what they had from their laziness and arrogance." She mused , fiddling with the diamond tennis bracelet around her wrist that max had gotten her last week just because he had thought it would look pretty with her new nails.

Max had never stopped putting in effort. He still bought her flowers ever two weeks . He always complimented her and made sure she knew how much he adored her and how lucky he was to have her and that was why it worked so well.

Their love was only growing stronger by the day because both of them never stopped putting in the effort, a relationship was a two way street.

And even now , nearly three years later. Max couldn't look at her without blushing. Couldn't help but stammer over his words when she got dressed up just for him.

He still looked at her like she was his own personal god. It was a nice feeling.

They were in love and if max had it his own way, they were going to stay that way forever.

"That's true." Max agreed quietly , smiling at her gently.

“Never underestimate a woman's worth because she will leave and find someone better."

Cherrie nodded proudly at him, having trained him up right . "amen! If max ever fucks me over then I'll just fuck his best friend instead!" She said with a big grin , just to wind him up.

Max's smile dropped as quick as it came . Narrowing his eyes at her with a loud huff . "You had to ruin the moment didn't you?"

She just scoffed at him with a smirk "I can never ruin the moment. I mean-" she motioned to herself smugly "look at me! I am the moment."

Max slowly turned his head to look at the camera like he was in a episode of the office. "And people say I'm the arrogant one!" He scoffed to himself in amusement.

The man laughed and so did the crew before they moved onto yet another question.

The man looked over  at cherrie  "there's a lot of Criticism about how you dress. How does that make you feel?" He asked her.

Cherrie just shrugged and adjusted her tight, cut up redbull shirt that her boobs were spilling out of. She flicked her hair over her shoulder .

Max running his fingers through the loose curls she had done that morning , admiring her side profile underneath the hot sun.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly took a picture of her, grinning to himself when she gave him a middle finger. He took a picture of her swearing at him too, quickly sending it to their friend groupchat. And telling them that this was what she thought of them.

Snickering at the offended picture charles sent back to him in response.

"I'm not bothered because I have two perfectly working eyes and can see my own reflection. I'm hot as shit and they're just bitter and jealous that they have to pay thousands for their tits and ass while I get all mine for free!" She confidently stated .

She wore whatever the hell she wanted, when she wanted . She was in the prime of her life and if you had it, why not flaunt it? She was proud of her body and unashamed of showing off her skin.

She had big boobs and a big butt , and she loved it. She had been blessed in that department and she wasn't going to let some jealous bitches on the internet ruin her self confidence .

In fact, she didn't think it was possible to. She had built herself up so much over the years that any insult that was hurled her way just went straight over her head.

She preferred to hang out with people that bigged each other up, not tore each other down. Why compare herself to other woman when she was not them? If she was made to look like them, then she would. But she was not.

She was herself. She was curvy in all the right places thanks to her mama.

She was hot and she knew it. Some people would die to look like she did, so why should she have to hide her skin away because some morons sexualised everything?

She could wear a bikini at the beach and because she had big tits and a big ass, she would be called a whore for it . 'That her tits were hanging out!' How scandalous!

She really couldn't give a shit. If they kept giving her shit about it she was going to go to a nudist beach and strip off completely , giving all the jealous bitches the middle finger.

She really was thinking about it. Wondering how she could get her boyfriend in on her shit too.

Max smiled at her in amusement . Eyeing her chest and the piercings pressing through the thin cotton shirt .

He licked his lips, breath hitching at the sight of her "yeah.. she's perfect. And she can wear whatever the hell she wants. And if anyone wants to say differently to our faces.. I'll knock their teeth out." He muttered casually. It was as simple as that two him.

Cherrie lifted her hand up to him, max quickly high-fived her with a supportive grin. Well trained on keeping her happy by now.

She then laughed slyly , slapping Max's bare thigh. "And if anyone looks like a slut it's max in these tiny shorts! Feeling yourself today baby?" She teased him, puckering her lips up for a quick kiss.

He just. smiled at her actions, laughing against her mouth as he gave her a kiss before pulling away. Shoving her head away from him playfully , snorting when she pretended to bite at his fingers. Giggling to herself.

"Totally. You like them? I got them for you." He played along , leaning his thigh towards her teasingly. Stroking his pale leg and pretending to be seductive. Before Breaking off into giggles at the look on her face.

She cackled loudly , patting his thigh with her hand and smirking at him . "Oh yeah, I love them. Can't wait to get em' off!"

A few more questions and then

"Is it true that you got into a fight at a club last weekend?" He asked her curiously.

Cherrie huffed , rolling her eyes in Annoyance just at the reminder of it.

"Yeah. Some asshole said that Max's watch was fake so I decked him. Because that shit is real. and I know it because I fucking bought him it! It's a custom Rolex but that asshole couldn't tell the different between a diamond and plastic! Stupid moron.." She ranted, still pissed off about the whole Incident .

Max hid his grin behind his fist , eyeing his huffy puffy girlfriend in pure amusement .

"You didn't have to punch him though." He muttered to her with a smirk.

Having thoroughly enjoyed her jumping at his defence without any hesitation. It was the hottest thing he had ever witnessed.

He had been ready to put a baby in her right there and then. He hadn’t let her leave their bed all weekend after that.

Cherrie just huffed at him, offended "yes I did. Who did he think he was? He's lucky that's all I did!" She exclaimed, ever the fighter than the lover.

Max just laughed.

"So who would you say wears the pants in your relationship then?" He asked them, already knowing  the answer . Anyone that spent five minutes with the couple knew immediately who the boss was.

Max grinned confidently and pointed to himself.

"me." He said loudly , believing it for a moment .

Silence.

Then he cautiously glanced over at his unimpressed girlfriend , taking in the sharp rise of her eyebrow and the pursing of her lips as she looked back at him sternly.

Daring him to even continue with that lie.

He quickly looked back at the camera with a wince "not me." He blurted out hurriedly , quickly changing his mind before she could give him a scolding in front of everyone.

Everyone laughed as he flushed red, sinking down into his seat with a defeated sigh. Cherrie just patting his thigh sympathetically.

It was official. His tough guy reputation was over after this. Their friends were never gonna let him live this down.

"There was some drama over a year ago between the two of you last summer.." the man slyly brought up the unspoken subject that had sent everyone crazy last year. The media had a shit storm with the photos that were released at the time.

Max groaned quietly , already narrowing his eyes over at a sheepish looking Cherrie in annoyance. Hating being reminded of their small blip in the road.

It was the only break in their relationship that the couple had ever had. Two weeks apart before max was a weepy mess at her front door again, begging for her to take him back.

"The pictures showed cherrie and Charles having some fun together on a yacht . I believe you went on holiday together? Is that true?"

Cherrie sighed a little , grinning despite herself. "Yeah. We went to Hawaii. It was a fun time and max and I weren't talking then. So .." she shrugged, unbothered as usual. It was all behind her as far as she was concerned.

It was no big deal. Just teaching max a lesson not to piss her off again.

Max side eyed her judgmentally , still bitter over it.

"We weren't talking because you wouldn't talk to me." He reminded her in a mutter , rolling his eyes.

She just shrugged again "you missed dinner with my parents even though I reminded you a thousand  times. You went drinking with the guys instead so.." she looked at him boredly "I had to remind you that I can move on. It's the whole.. don't know what you've got till it's done thing ya know.."

Max looked at her exasperatedly "you just wanted to piss me off! You're evil!" He exclaimed, eyes wide at the cheek she had .

Cherrie just smiled, nodding casually In agreement. "I did and it worked didn't it? You came grovelling back and never missed another dinner with my parents again." She smugly stated, completely unbothered.

A girl had to do what a girl had to do sometimes. Even it is meant making him jealous by cuddling up with his rival on a yacht.

The interviewer chuckled at the look on Max’s face , pulling a face at his girlfriend in disbelief.

“And how did it make you feel seeing them pictures of Charles and Cherrie together max?" He asked him curiously . Hiding his own amused grin.

Max just huffed pissily, flicking at his girlfriends forehead  to annoy her . Cherrie slapping his hand away from Her face with narrowed eyes. Daring him to do it again.

He did it again. Even Harder this time.

Smirking to himself like a child when she just rolled her eyes at him and slapped the back of his head in return.

"I wanted to kill him and cry at the same time." He bluntly told them. Being completely honest about how painful It had felt for him to see Charles all cuddled up with the love of his life.

Max had made sure to send Charles a broken

Up ferrari toy in the mail after that. Alongside a box of chocolates filled with laxatives and a nice little note telling him to never touch his girlfriend again.

But still. The two were good friends and max now had to put up with his girlfriends little sleepovers and hangouts with both Charles and Pierre in their house. Side eyeing the two of them the whole night while they got drunk in his garden thanks to cherries own ‘special cocktail’ that was just pure vodka.

Max supposed that he could also call Charles a … friend now too. A reluctant one. One that he had to tolerate because his girlfriend had decided that the Ferrari driver was going to be her new best friend.

The amount of time that he had come home to find the two of them sitting on the floor . Painting each other’s nails and gossiping between each other was ridiculous.

It was so often nice that they had turned their spare room into a bedroom for him now.

But max tolerated it because he loved her. And he also liked listening to the gossip that Charles brought to them too.

It was all his girlfriends fault really. She was the only one to blame for driving him up the wall with her antics all the time.

Cherrie winced a little guiltily "yeah .. not my best idea but .. it worked! Max flew out to take me home , a big vase of roses and a thousand apologies later and we were back to normal." She said to them casually , proud of herself for being so petty.

She then smirked, looking over at max slyly. "Plus you know what they say.. if It doesn't work out with him , it can work out with his rival instead!" She joked , quickly ducking before he could slap her head. Predicting it.

He pulled at her hair instead , sighing loudly at her cheek.

Honestly the nerve she had...

She was so fucking lucky that he loved her so much. Otherwise he might be tempered to leave her crazy ass behind on this rooftop and make her walk home.

"Who's saying these things? You've got to be  making it up!" He exclaimed , looking at her with wide eyes.

Wondering where in the hell she was getting these 'you know what they say..!' Speeches . He had never heard anyone say them. Ever!

She just smugly smirked at him, leaning her head back to rest against his arm that was laid out behind her on the couch. Kissing his bicep softly, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

Feeling nothing but pride and love when he squirmed in his seat, the blush spreading down his neck as he looked away from her for a moment .

Taking a deep breath to gather himself again, hating how weak he got when she looked at him like that..

She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Glancing over to the camera slyly, winking at it as she wrapped her arm loosely around Max's neck and pulled him down into her embrace

He laid his head against her shoulder with a sigh, tilting his head to kiss her jaw gently. "You’re So lucky that I love you." He mumbled to her , lips twitching into a smile despite himself . He never could stay mad at her.

One look into her pretty eyes and he turned into a pile of goo. But that was love . It was sickening how she made him feel but he wouldn't change it for the world.

He Wouldn't trade her for anyone, even though he was definitely going to turn grey haired soon with her cheeky antics all the time.

She drove him up the wall!

But it was better than being bored all the time he supposed. He had the time of his life when he was with her , he had memories forever. So many of them.. so many special moments.

Giggles at midnight. Whispers underneath the sun.

Dancing in their kitchen together, tipsy on love and wine .

Everything reminded him of her and everytime a damn Taylor swift song came on the radio, he had to call her up just so that she could sing along to it with him too. Even when they were on opposite sides of the world , she was always there .

Max had known since day one that she was it for him. Had known since the moment that he watched her casually  trip someone up when they called him an asshole underneath their breath, daring them to said it again but to her face .

He had known then that someday he was going to marry her , that she was the one.

She was a little troublesome asshole but she was his troublesome asshole.

She made him laugh, she made him smile and she made him feel like he was something special.

She gave him her love and he would give her the whole world . Whatever she wanted , he would bend over backwards to get it for her.

She was the love of his life . But most importantly, she was his best friend.

He couldn't ask for much more than that. She was his dream come true.

She was a pain in the ass. But so was he. So they could be a couple of grade A cunts together.

Because that was love . Having each other's backs. Holding her hair in the morning when the hangover hit full force.

Love was her silently handing him a bottle of water and something to eat at the paddock while he was too busy and stressed to remember to look after himself. She made sure that he was. Without even uttering a single word.

Love was the way he stayed up late just to bake her a cake after hearing  her mutter about craving one lately. It was messy a Messy kitchen and flour covered sweaters , burnt cakes and curses until he got it right.

Love was the smile she gave him when he walked into their room at midnight with a sloppily iced cake in his hands . Kissing him with frosting covered lips , telling him it was perfect even when it wasn't .

Love was the confidence she had in him. Simply telling him that she couldn't wait to see him on the podium that night. Never doubting him , not even for a moment.

Love was the way he gave her his own trainers during their walk home from a club , holding her high heels in his hands. His coat over her shoulders as he shivered and walked home bare footed , his arm wrapped around her waist to tuck her into his side just so she was comfortable and safe.

Love was the way she held him.

Love was the way he reached for her in a crowded room.

Love was the way she proudly showed him off to her friends. Even though she had famous footballers and actors begging her for a chance, he was all she ever saw. She didn't look twice at anyone else.

Love was the way they cried together and the way they laughed together too.

Love was his past, his present and his future.

Love was his best friend sitting next to him with a smile.

Love was all they would ever need.  If he lost everything he ever had, he knew that he would still have her by his side throughout it all.

Because Love was her. Love was them. And that was never going to change . Love was worth all the ups and downs. All the petty fights . All the stressful sighs and tearful goodbyes.

Love was worth the wait. It was worth everything. And if max has to give up everything just to keep her by his side forever , he would do so in a heartbeat.

Because she was his life. She was the reason he looked forward to waking up each morning. She was the reason he slept peacefully through the night .

She was everything . And she was his. Always had been and always would be.

Their love was karma and success. Just them against the world. Together. Forever.

#max verstappen oneshot #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #f1 fic #f1 oneshot #formula 1 imagine #max verstappen imagine

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

Have you noted that no one from Azula's family was shown to express love and affection towards her?

That is mostly true. Ozai's affection is clearly conditional (and full on manipulation at worse, like we see in the finale), Ursa canonically favors Zuko to the point that we never see her spending any alone time with Azula like she did with Zuko, and while Iroh gave her a toy like he did to Zuko the toy in question was so OBVIOUSLY wrong for a kid like Azula that it's comical AND show's he did not really know his niece at all.

But there is a constant exception.

Zuko's relationship with Azula is complicated. He clearly admires her strength and power, but he hates how she uses it. She lied to him many times, was seen apparently cheering Ozai on during the Agni Kai, tried to have him imprisoned and even said she'd celebrate being an only child - and then allows him to come home as a hero after Ba Sing Se, even though SHE had the control of the Dai Li and was not yet aware Aang could have survived, meaning she had nothing to gain from it.

And when she lets him know that if he's caught talking to Iroh people might think he is a traitor too, and explicitly says "Believe it or not, I'm actually looking out for you" Zuko drops his innitial suspicion that she wanted something and that's why she was helping him.

On The Beach, he just follows her when she say their old family home is depressing and they shouldn't waste their time there. When she's asking him who she is angry at, she mentions herself and Zuko explicitly says that is not the case.

He doesn't trust her and know she has a tendency to mock or full on lie to him... yet when he wants to know about Fire Lord Sozin he asks her about it, and lets it slide when she mocks him by saying he should make sure the royal painter got his good side - for a character as quick to anger as Zuko, that is a big deal. In Nightmares and Daydreams he also goes to her to find out if he'll be allowed at the war meeting.

More importantly:

1 - Iroh's infamous "She's crazy and needs to go down" line was only said because ZUKO, without anyone putting that idea in his head before, suddenly went "I know what you're going to say. She's my sister and I should be trying to get along with her"

2 - Zuko only jumped into the fight in Ba Sing Se when Azula was being cornered by Aang and Katara.

3 - Zuko looked genuinely shocked and even distressed when she was falling off that cliff. He just sounded so shaken saying "She's... not gonna make it..."

4 - In the writer's own words, Zuko felt no hate but only pity when seeing her breakdown. Katara tried to comfort him because, canonically, even though Zuko and Azula are enemies, this was never what he wanted because he still sees her as family. That's why the Last Agni Kai's music is not the epic you'd expect from a battle, but a tragic one.

5 - Aaron Ehasz, the lead writter for the show, probably the person with the most influence after Bryke, has REPEATEDLY said that he always felt Azula should have gotten a redemption arc, Zuko being an Iroh figure to give her advice and be the only one still by her side when all else was seemingly lost to her forever.

Even the comics (most of which I HATE, mainly because Azula's storyline checks nearly every box for "the mentally ill are inherently evil/less human, so it's fine if literally every other person on the planet mistreats them") didn't fully abandon their complex dynamic.

Zuko is not a perfect sibling, and for a long chunk of the story he seemed too focused on his own issues for Azula to ever be a factor in his mind (aside from the moments in which she was a potential/explict threat), but he DOES still feel a sense of obligation towards her, to the point that it made him do something no one else in their family had done before or since - actually look at Azula. Not the prodigious daughter/perfect weapon, or the problem child that is difficult to handle, or the pontentially deadly enemy that was in the way, but Azula.

His 14-year-old sister that got on his nerves a lot, was far from the kindest person alive, and that he had a ton of issues with, but that he could never fully hate or even be indifferent to. Because she's family. Because he remembers a happier time in which the gap between them didn't seem so big. Because if things had been slightly different he could have been her. Because he went from wanting to be her to seeing just how miserable her life ended up being - especially compared to the one he now had - and feeling deeply sorry for her.

Now if you guys excuse me, I'm gonna go cry in the corner. Have some wholesome/bittersweet fanart if you wanna cry too.

#azula meta #zuko meta #fire siblings #fire siblings meta