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fuckmyskywalker · 5 months

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❄️ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔𝐭𝐡 : 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐀𝐉

— CW: 18+. Smut. Fingering. Slight Exhibitionism (yes, again). Slight age gap (reader is 21, A.J. is 31). | Word Count: 1.3k (not proofread!)

— a/n: Happy second day of the Anyafest! Sorry for the delay. Had some little complications hehe.

— Anyafest 2023 + Taglist!

“Where did you learn to play piano, Mr. A.J.?” You ask with a curious tilt, crossing your legs as you sit on the lid of the large black piano. His lips curl to a smile as he breathes a little chuckle. “What? I just want to know.”

“You are an inquisitive young lady,” A.J. replies, his pale fingers dancing over the piano tiles and maintaining a conversation with you without even looking, pure muscle memory. It fascinates you. Everything about him is mysterious and fascinating— he might be one of your favorite father’s colleagues. You know very little about him, you’ve known him for half a year and been captivated by him for half of that time. “How come your father hasn’t come looking for you?”

“He’s too busy chatting with Mr. Carter” You shrug. “Plus, the party was getting a little crowded, it is nice to find a quiet spot.” And to be alone with him, of course.

The empty music room was always a sanctuary, but when he is there showing off a talent you can’t still figure out completely, as if he was born with it— you seem to forget about the outer world. A part of you wishes he could feel the same but he has never shown signs of it. A.J. has never declined your presence either so you are at least sure that he enjoys having you around, whether it’s for courtesy for being his friend’s daughter or because he genuinely likes you. You have no clue.

“Must be tiring for a young socialite like yourself.”

The teasing edge of his voice makes you smile. You remain quiet for a little while, only enjoying the melodic tune coming from the strings underneath you. If you focus enough you can feel the gentle vibrations of the piano, a sensation somehow comforting. “So,” A.J. is the one who broke the silence. “What happened with that boy I saw you with last month?”

The question throws you off. He has never asked something so personal; you pout with another shrug, not really knowing what to say. “It wasn’t anything serious. I guess we were looking for different things. He wanted a compromise right away… and now that I think about it, he wasn’t even my type.”

“Oh, is that so?” He stops playing for a moment to crack his fingers, noticing how your eyes drift to the flex of his wrists and knuckles. “And what’s exactly your type?”

With a hum, you swing your legs. “I don’t know— I think he was trying to rush things, so definitely a rusher isn’t my type.”

“In what way?”

“He was talking about marriage after the second week.”

This time he laughs and you join him. Your laughter mixes with the music and you can swear you have never heard something more beautiful. “That is rushing things,” You were glad A.J. agreed with you. “And what else?”

“Well, a smart man never hurts anybody. Maybe older than me for a change.” It was a risky answer but you don’t have much to lose.

“An older man?” A.J. quirks an eyebrow waiting for you to elaborate.

“Yeah, not much though. I don’t want him to be ancient. I think ten years older would be my limit.” You look away as you say these words— kind of embarrassed for highlighting the exact age difference between A.J. and you.

A.J. seems to ponder your answer but his face doesn’t change much. After another round of silence, he stops playing again. Standing up from the small velvet stool he towers in front of the piano to close the lid. “Ten years isn’t much, I suppose.” You decide to try something bolder; turning your body, to face him fully. Your bare legs dangle over the piano lid, almost brushing his thighs.

“You think so?”

“I know so,” Another smirk draws on his lips, but this time is quite different from any other you’ve seen. His left hand brushes over your ankle, his index finger tracing the strap of your heel. “I guess I’d be fine with dating someone ten years younger.” Your heart jolts at his words, blinking as if you couldn’t believe what he just said. A.J. chuckles at your reaction, raising his hand to caress your calf all the way to your knee. His hands are surprisingly warm, and you find yourself drawn to the feeling.

“Mr. A.J.?” You whisper, leaning back slightly when he inches forward slowly.

“Just call me A.J, dollface. I’m not that old.” His palm ventures to your thigh, his fingertips touching the hem of your red dress. “You know, red looks good on you.”

“Thank you” You mumble sheepishly.

Hovering over you, his lips kiss your jaw chastely as if he were testing the waters. “You are a very beautiful lady, I’m glad you got rid of that boy.” Sliding his hand between your thighs, he touched the fabric of your underwear. “Tell me to stop and I will, okay?” A.J. whispers, returning his lips to your cheek and kissing it repeatedly. You nod weakly, spreading your thighs as much as the dress allows you to. His thumb traces your clothed folds, teasing you.

He continues caressing you, taking his time despite knowing that someone could walk in at any moment. But something tells you that he isn’t going to stop anyway. Finally, he touches your clit, circling it deliberately. A soft moan from your part makes him smile again, you are not even surprised in the slightest that his hands are even more skilled in more ways than one. It feels like ages have passed until he finally moves your panties to the side, collecting some of your slick to continue his assault on your clit.

“So wet already… is this all for me?”

“Yes,” You breathe, your thighs tensing with delight. He fucking knows what he is doing with that husky voice of his. “All for you.”

“Good girl.”

A.J. slides one finger, releasing a small grunt of amusement when your walls hug his digit tightly. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t fantasized about this. Of course he has seen the way you look at him, always biting your lower lip, addressing him so politely and nicely, always batting your mascara-coated eyelashes… everything you do is alluring to him. Adding a second finger to the mix, he makes sure to lift his hand so the heel of his palm rubs against your clit. Reaching to remove his hat, he places it over your head. “You look gorgeous.” A.J. compliments you. His hat fits you a tad big, but you can still see him despite the dark brim. You want to thank him, to show him your damn gratitude for making you feel so good but you can’t. He crooks his fingers inside you, rubbing them against your G-spot and causing your whole body to jolt forward.

“That’s it, good girl—” He coos at you, leaning down and moving his neck to the side to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. “Are you going to come?”

“Uh-uh,” It’s a dumb, mindless mumble but it’s enough. He speeds up, charmed by the wet sounds that your pussy makes for him— for A.J. that’s even more lovely than any tune his fingers can play… this is a different type of music; primal and raw, passionate and erotic. His favorite one.

“Not yet.” He withdraws his fingers, kissing you again when you moan in discontentment. “Patience, dollface. Not here. Let’s go to a place where I can listen to you properly.”

You look at him with puppy eyes, pouted red lips, and a heaving chest. “My room is upstairs…” It’s an offering, and one he wouldn’t decline. A.J. smirks again, bringing his coated fingers to his lips and licking them clean. The action is short and silent but it speaks volumes.

“That’s better. And keep the hat, precious. I want to see you with it while you ride me.”

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya writes!#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anyafest 2023!#aj smut #aj takers #aj x reader smut #aj takers smut #takers 2010 #hayden christensen smut #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen fanfiction #hayden christensen

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moe-broey · 6 months

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I need like. A Don't Make Me Tap The Sign about Alfonse Fire Emblem specifically about his character and how he's perceived sometimes. Like Book 7 Chapter 12 he's just like that. He's always been like that.

I feel like I've def said it more eloquently before probably in Book 5 (regarding Reginn and Fáfnir), where like. He Will try for and favor a peaceful solution, but if it's clear there's no way out without violence and killing the threat/adversary. He won't hesitate. He won't falter. Crit line literally references this actually, "Above all, the mission".

Like I feel like the difference between Alfonse just doing Alfonse things (most recent chapter Seidr having to kill Kvasir, no way out of it -- plus also even considering killing Seidr herself, if that were to end Gullveig) and the Letizia moment was like. The Letizia moment was a BOLD gambit he played, which is WHY it was so shocking in the story and as an audience member, and why I think it left such a deep impression. Still very in character for him and the way he thinks/problem solves on the fly, carefully evaluating the situation and what would be the best move with the highest rate of success. (THAT LAST BIT ACTUALLY........ he'll do this even with low rates of success, out of sheer stubbornness as well. Which is why I still stand by him being rash at times, a LOT of his rashness is disguised as "calculated risks" and he just has the willpower to pull it off. The worst-best type of guy to me LMFAO)

Going back a bit though, the Letizia moment also stands out as an example of how far Alfonse is willing to go to win, especially if his back is pushed against the wall. It gives you a FASCINATING glimpse into his character and into his mind. A lot of times Lif would be an enigma to me, beyond the basics, character wise. Like yeah I guess that would fuck up a guy. But his methods (working and making contracts with gods when especially as Alfonse he knows better than that??) would be inscrutable to me. But everything absolutely finally clicked when Alfonse made that gambit, playing to Letizia's personality and whatever preconceived notions she may have, that maybe Alfonse could find a weak spot in and take advantage of. Lif is doing the exact same thing. His judgement is maybe a little worse for wear on account of, well *gestures vaguely to all of him* but he's still very much doing The Same Thing.

LIKE. I'm def straying from my point which is. Alfonse isn't shy about having to resort to violence. It Is a resort. But if it has to be done, it will be done. Any damage control (such as Sharena's feelings -- she has CLEARLY been extremely upset these past chapters) can be resolved later. (This.... is also fascinating to me..... bc it's always been clear to me his loved ones are the people who ground him, who stop him from losing himself, from becoming cruel in his practicality and tendency for detachment. There Is his morality as well -- but his loved ones are a huge part in what keeps him kind.)

I guess what I'm really trying to say is. Hit me up next time Alfonse is playing 4D chess with the enemy or throwing himself in a ditch on purpose just to indulge his baby sister's current pet project. THOSE feel like standout examples of Alfonse Off The Shits (but still completely in character for him tbh), while like. The rest is just par for the course for him. Just another (especially traumatizing) Tuesday.

#i'm. vaguing and i am so sorry for commiting the sin of vaguing.#but i do want to make it clear i'm not actually mad or judgy that would be silly #but like that aspect of alfonse specifically is what draws me in so completely...#it's a fascinating study and also. feels like one extreme opposite to my own.#and it's actually really nice to have it be an extreme bc it's easy to pick out what tracks where it frays #and where it crosses a line and becomes hurtful and/or harmful for the parties involved (including the self)#like... i absolutely use both alfonse and sharena as autistic proxys. to help me conceptualize/recontextualize/process info.#things that don't come naturally to me or things that feel beyond me and out of my grasp.#which is to say alfonse's practicality is actually something that is sooooo personal to me LMFAOOO #which is why. i've got to tap the sign. he has ALWAYS been like this it is a HUGE CORE PART OF HIM‼️‼️‼️‼️#his greatest strength his biggest flaw. ect. the reason why i'm constantly chewing on his arm.#WHATEVER.....#fe alfonse #again i do want to emphasize i'm not mad or judgy LMFAOO i'm just devastatingly autistic about him.#if anything the autism was just. aggro'd. you know how it is.

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halliescomut · 11 months

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Lucid MV discussion

So...1-spoilers (duh). You can watch the Lucid MV here, and I 10,000% recommend you do before reading the rest of this...and these are just ramblings about the theme and ideas that I feel about the MV. I haven't searched out any interviews or anything about the ideas behind it...I'm just going off what I see.

The vibe I got, and one that was echoed by others in a Discord... very much Peter Pan vibes. It's what I thought of right away. The overall story of the video, the visuals, it's all very much classical Peter Pan, with a bit of Faerie prince.

I guess we're going chronologically, because that's what makes sense to me, we start with wide shot of the room where Pornappan is sleeping (that is the actress's name, and it seems weird to just refer to her with no name at all, so we're going with real name, and I'll also just be calling Jeff Jeff).

And we see the open window, with curtains fluttering, which is a visual you will see in many retellings of the Peter Pan story. (This is not, as far as I can tell from a Peter Pan retelling, but it had the vibe, and this post is already gonna take me an hour +.)

The setting itself is also very western fairytale inspired, from the location and decor of the room, to the costumes. All of it has a traditional English countryside manner type of feel, and I do genuinely wonder when and where it was filmed, as it doesn't necessarily look like my own preconceived notions of Thailand visually.

The initial seeing of Jeff asleep on the floor, reminded me so much of the scene in Hook where Peter remembers seeing Moira for the first time that I had to rewatch it because I thought I might be misremembering.

I wasn't. It's not an exact match by any means, but it very much has the same emotional feeling I think.

Just the general awe of seeing a person so beautiful...which like...yeah.

As Jeff starts returning to visit Pornappan, the Peter Pan vibe really solidifies for me, he brings her the fruit and the flower and it's all very innocent and sweet, very reminiscent of the thimble-kiss.

She sort of patches up his injuries, which made me think of Wendy sewing Peter's shadow back on.

And as we go on we see that he stops coming, but we don't know why. In the sort of 'standard' story of Peter Pan, he does return year after year, but eventually Wendy grows up, and she can no longer go with him. What's a very lovely piece of storytelling is how the song's lyrics touch on replaying of memory, and we see that towards the end, Pornappan is remembering their times together as she worries why Jeff hasn't returned.

Then, it was is a bit of a twist, both on the lyrical content of the song, but also on the 'fairy-tale standard' Pornappan goes to look for him, venturing out and finding Jeff asleep amongst flowers and vines.

The final scene, or piece is Jeff beginning to open his eyes, and Pornappan opening her own, showing that it was all a dream, or at least that last bit was, which is just so bittersweet.

But what ended up being so interesting is that because I thought I remembered the similar scene in Hook with Peter and Moira, I rewatched the whole movie (it's available on Netflix, in the US at least) and our final scene with Tinkerbell when Peter returns from Never Land is this:

Which is very much the emotion and feeling being portrayed by both the song and the video. Now, I wouldn't put it past Jeff to have seen Hook, though it came out a few years before he was born. It is considered a classic for many reasons, and generally in the 1990's western media would take a couple of years to find it's way to the rest of the world, barring outrageously groundbreaking movies, which Hook is not. And since Jeff is bilingual, the chances of him encounter a foreign film like Hook are of course far more likely. So, I find the ideas presented in the MV, and they way they so closely mirror many of the moments of Hook specifically fascinating.

Switching gears for just a moment, I already analyzed the English lyrics of the song, as in the lyrics of the English version (you can read that and an analysis of all his English songs here), but as I was writing this and rewatching the video I notices that the translated lyrics are VERY different. Not so much in content, but more in perspective. Jeff is the speaker in both cases, but in the English lyrics he has been left behind, while in the translated lyrics he is the one who left. This matches up with the MV, where Jeff is a Peter Pan/Fae Prince who has been coming to visit Pornappan, but eventually leaves and doesn't return.

This is a screenshot of both sets of lyrics side by side:

In the translated lyrics Jeff is talking about knowing their time is brief, it only exists in the moonlight, and he states being afraid that she will forget him in time, that his memory will fade. And he's begging her to keep those dreams close to her heart, so that they won't fade.

But looking at both sets of lyrics it could almost be two sides of the same story. The English lyrics could almost be Pornappan's perspective of what is happening throughout the story of the MV.

Now there's a multitude of reason for the changes between each set of lyrics, the obvious one being that the pretty vast differences between Thai and English necessitate some pretty drastic changes to allow the lyrics to keep with the melody of the song. Totally makes sense. I would very much have to take a look at the difference in his other songs to see what those might reveal, and I honestly might, just because the very concept of bilingual songwriting is fascinating.

But I hope you enjoyed this little deep dive, it got far deeper than I anticipated. About 1100 words...that's 2.5k words on Jeffrey just today. I hope you enjoyed and you may enjoy this gif of some Jeffrey cake. (We don't get a lot of it, he honestly struggle a bit in the cake dept., but we adore him anyway.)

#jeff satur #Jeff Satur Lucid #Lucid MV #Pornappan Pornpenpipat #Music video analysis #Peter Pan #Wow #this was fascinating

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 1 year

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I don’t have a specific prompt in mind but do you have any ideas for Ten/Fourteen and Phileas meeting each other? Chaos travelers dynamic! Wahoo!

Have I ever mentioned that I actually wanted to write a short fic where Phileas and friends run into the Doctor, Martha, and Donna for a little adventure?

Well, this isn't the same thing, but I think this might be a fun idea to work with!

Let's go with Fourteen for this, since I like making content for them. (I don't remember the exact years that Madam Vastra lived in Victorian London, but I'm not here for accuracy, Fourteen is gonna meet a man who is technically a book character).

On with the fic!

The Doctor smiled as they passed through the streets of Victorian London. Yes, they'd been here so many times over the years, but it was always nice to stop by for a visit. They did have friends who lived in this era after all.

They had heard the most curious news from Madam Vastra when they had come over for a long overdue tea party between them and their friends. She had told him about a man who has been considered the first Englishman to travel the world in eighty days.

It had taken the Doctor a moment to register who that was, and they had gotten excited. They'd never been able to catch any of the exciting trip of Phileas Fogg before! They always seemed to land at the wrong time, just missing him and his friends in their bigger destination spots.

They wondered if maybe he was still here in London, that there was a chance that they could catch him. The Doctor knew that not too long after his return to London, Fogg and his friends had taken off to find an ancient sea creature.

The Doctor walked about, trying to find the typical locations that Phileas Fogg frequented and soon gave up. They needed a break, maybe a drink? It was a bit chilly, a nice cuppa would do! And when was the last time they'd stopped in Victorian tea house, or even a coffee house?

Hmmm... had it been with Yaz? They couldn't remember, but they found themself entered a coffee house he found just a moment later and glanced about. It wasn't too busy here, seeing as it was the late afternoon.

However, someone caught his eye.

Seated at a table by himself, looking over a newspaper with a cup of tea before him, along with a small tray with all manner of things to prepare said cup, was the Doctor.

Well.

No.

Not the Doctor, but someone who looked just like him. Madam Vastra had smiled and made a comment that Fogg was a man with a face that the Doctor would recognize the moment they spotted it. She wasn't wrong.

Grinning, the Doctor approached. "Is this seat taken?"

Fogg glanced up, opening his mouth to say something, but stopped and stared instead. The Doctor's grin grew as they winked. "Like lookin' in a mirror, isn't it?"

"I... is this a trick?" Fogg asked, nervous, but strangely fascinated.

"No trick, just the universe having a laugh, I suppose." They scratched the back of their head, ah, an old habit from their previous time with this face. "Are you Phileas Fogg?"

Fogg nodded, clearing his throat. "Yes, yes I am. I am to guess you've heard of me from recent exploits?"

"Oh, yes!" The Doctor plopped down in the chair across the table. "You're amazing! The first human to fly over the Alps! You were able to get a train to cross over a broken bridge that was practically being held up by the equivalent of paperclips and rubber bands! And the stuff you did in India and America? Amazing!"

"Uh, thank you?" Fogg smiled awkwardly, clearly not used to so much attention and praise all at once.

"You're welcome." They held out a hand. "I'm the Doctor, by the way."

The hand was taken for a very quick shake and Phileas tilted his head. "The Doctor?"

"Yeah, that's my name."

"I feel as if I've... heard the name before? It's a title, is it not?"

The Doctor grinned. "Yeah, in a way."

"How curious. Ah, any particular reason as to why you have decided to talk to me? Not that I'm trying to send you off, but..."

"Oh, yes! Hold on a mo', I completely forgot!" The Doctor dug into their coat pocket, trying to locate the proper item. They pulled out a few odds and ends, setting them on the table, much of Fogg's confusion and amusement as the strange collection.

"Found it!" The Doctor smiled, holding up a device, then held it out to Fogg. It was small, square, metallic and plastic. "I heard rumors that you're going to go on a sea voyage, to look for a mysterious beast of legend. Well, as someone with a lot of experience with such things, use this."

Fogg took it, looking it over with interest. "What is it?" He had a look in his eyes that screamed he wanted to tinker with it. The Doctor could apperciate that.

"It's a device that goes 'ding' when it is within a hundred meters of a massive, aquatic life form and the dings get louder and faster the closer you are to it. It can also tune a piano and a harpsichord."

They got a strange look from Fogg for that. "Thank you? But why would you have such a device?"

"Because." The Doctor reasoned, grinning. "And I think you can get a better use out of it than me, I can't wait to read about what happens!" He stood up from the table. "Best of luck, Phileas Fogg."

"Oh, uh, same to you? Not sure why I said that, but I feel like you're about to embark on your own journey."

The Doctor's smile faltered a little, but they chuckled, shoving their hands in their pockets. "I get the feeling that you're right about that."

#doctor who #fourteenth doctor #around the world in 80 days #phileas fogg #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe

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eddiebodywantssome · 2 years

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ravi week day 2 - the 118

these are the ties that bind us

wc: 894 | ravi and 118 A-shift: a love story

It’s a beautiful day, and Ravi is wine drunk. And when he gets wine drunk, he gets introspective.

Right now, he’s introspecting as to how the hell he got here – here being his captain’s backyard in the middle of summer, where his co-workers are arguing about why they’re gathered and getting drunk together in the first place.

It started when Bobby, the inspirational man that he is with a penchant for impromptu speeches, stood up with a glass of lemon iced tea.

He had clinked it happily. “Thank you all for being here,” he said. “I won’t talk for long – as you all know, we need to celebrate life every chance we get, and I’m so glad to be here with you all as we make good on that promise. Now, let’s hear from the man of the hour!”

Everyone cheered and looked around the table expectantly. Ravi smiled and clapped politely. This went on for a good two minutes.

“Chimney, get up,” Hen had finally said, playfully bumping his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” he had asked, mirroring her grin. “It’s Buck’s birthday, silly.”

The table quietened.

“That was two weeks ago,” Buck replied. “Do you not know my birthday?”

“Um, I thought we were here to celebrate Chimney’s fifteen years on the job,” Hen said.

“I thought we were here for Athena’s retirement party.”

“Who the hell said I was retiring?”

Maddie said, “Mm, Karen, this is for your new job, right?”

“No? I thought we were celebrating Eddie’s coming out.”

“We most definitely are not.” Eddie’s face flushed.

“Isn’t this for May going back to college?”

“I hope not. I’m only leaving next month.”

“Anniversary?” Chimney suggested.

“Whose?” Bobby asked.

“Yours and Athena’s?”

“Nope.”

“Well, what does the cake say?”

Eddie opened the cake box. “It just has a smiley face on it.”

“Okay, who was in charge of the cake?”

“Bobby’s the one who told me to keep it generic!” Hen snapped.

Ravi felt himself slipping away about halfway through this. He sips his drink and sighs. He had tried so hard to avoid getting sucked into this… this weird, enmeshed family dynamic the A shifters had. But it was hard. There was something magnetic about them, they kept pulling him into their shit.

He didn’t mind working with them – they’re for sure some of the most competent people he’s ever been on shift with. It’s just everything else that makes them… bizarre.

Like this exact situation, for example. How does this group of people hang out so frequently that they have no idea why they’re there?

(Buck’s suggested Fourth of July. Athena’s shot it down because she insists she would’ve had the red-white-blue food otherwise. Also, it’s the middle of the month.)

Don’t get him wrong, he likes them, he does. It’s just that he prefers the Venn diagram of his friends, family, and co-workers to not be one big circle, thank you very much.

It started way before he became an A shift regular, he thinks. That fateful Q-word day. Maybe he did jinx himself for life.

Ravi had gone back and recounted the story to his B-shift colleagues, and they had basically said, “Yeah, that tracks,” – and that’s how Ravi began his spiral into the infamous lore of A-shift.

He should’ve known they were all disaster magnets. He listens in abject horror and fascination as they tell him about the rebar, the tracheotomy, the hand-in-man’s-chest, and of course, the LSD brownies.

He stops them after a bit and decides the less he knows about these people the better. Then the treasure hunt happened, and he literally found a dead body with the group, and he guessed that counts as some kind of trauma bonding, but it still kept him wary.

And then the sniper situation unfolded, and Ravi got to temporarily be on A shift for a bit. It was an experience for sure (and getting shot is one of the less goofy things to happen to the group) but they pulled through, and Ravi was ready to go back to B shift.

But then Chimney left to chase the love of his life, and Ravi gets it, he’d do the same, so he was still stuck on the opposite shift.

It was then that Ravi started realising how little personal space these six people actually had. He somehow kept getting invited to events – Chimney’s brother’s firefighter test being the most random of them all – but he was too polite to decline them.

Somewhere between the dead author and prison riots, he'd been adopted as the token normal guy of the team; somehow, he didn't mind.

“Alright now, enough!” Athena’s voice cuts through the commotion and snaps Ravi out of his wine-induced introspection.

“It doesn’t matter what we’re here for. This was bound to happen at some point. Let’s just enjoy this party and plan better for the next one.”

The garden murmurs in agreement as they raise their glasses again.

“To family,” Bobby announces.

“To family!” Ravi choruses with everyone, clinking his glass with Hen and Maddie’s.

The air is thick with barbeque and joy. The patio lights twinkle in time with Bobby’s 60s mix playing in the background, and the idle chatter of his friends make the wine settle gently in his belly.

Family, Ravi thinks, despite himself. I don’t hate the sound of that.

#911 fox #911fic #raviweek2022 #ravi panikkar #anirudh pisharody #*raviweek #the 118 #firefam #mayswords

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arvadthecursed · 4 months

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Alright, I just finished the Trooper story, so here are my thoughts under the cut!

I think a lot of people went into Trooper having played Imperial Agent (the Imperial mirror class) and expecting it to be the exact same, when that just isn't the case. I was thinking about it, and the Agent is supposed to make you feel like Bond; I think the Trooper is meant to evoke feelings of being Arnold Schwarzenegger, a big, tough commando going in guns blazing.

That being said, while I did enjoy the story (mostly for the companions, except for Tanno), it definitely felt... a little half-baked. I've played Consular, Warrior, Inquisitor, and Agent all the way through, and out of those, Trooper has been the weakest, narratively speaking. (Though to be honest, I could argue that Inquisitor is also narratively weak, but it was more interesting to play.)

The first chapter is the best and most frustrating. Going after Havoc Squad was fun! But it was immensely frustrating that you couldn't save any of them, except Fuse if you choose to let Gorik escape -- which I'm guessing most people didn't choose. That gets no follow up on either end, from my understanding. I was annoyed you couldn't even talk to Wraith; you just had to kill her. Everyone else chooses the "oooh I'd rather die" route and you can't stop them.

The second chapter was alright; I liked the super weapon idea, because I think it really fits the Trooper's theme of a badass who runs right into danger. Yeah, you're doing the more secretive operations for the Republic; but you're also running in with a big gun and shooting everyone (I played a Commando).

The third chapter was where I took a long break from Petra, right after Voss. I did enjoy the story on Belsavis, despite it being one of the worst planets in the game, but Voss bored me to tears, and I had to take a break and go play something else. Corellia was actually pretty fun IMO. I enjoyed getting to break the Imperial lines and help the rest of the military get through, and the final fight leading up to Rakton was fun. Rakton himself was a yawn of a boss fight, and I disliked how he was handled in the end. Kill him? Dark side, and Petra isn't that jaded yet. Let him live but keep him as a prisoner? I chose this, because I figured Petra would see him as an asset, someone to get info out of. But when I did that... Saresh wants to just hand him right back over to the Empire??? And it's a dark side choice if you disagree with her?? What the hell??? I would've thought Saresh was gonna just have him killed. That would have been annoying, having spared him, but made more sense for her character.

The companions are really what had me coming back to Trooper. I absolutely love Aric, Elara, and Yuun. I polyship Petra with Aric and Elara. Aric is such a lovely slowburn romance; and Elara is a genuinely kind, loving person. Yuun is a fascinating addition and foil to the rest of the crew. I really liked how much personality he had. The same goes for Forex. While being a one-note character, I could forgive that, because he was written so entertainingly. It was hilarious going up to him, learning he was gonna go kill some Sith Lord, and just being like "cool, have fun, buddy." Tanno was the only one I actively disliked. He's just an edgy asshole, and not even in a fun way.

But! I think that out of all the stories I've played so far, the Trooper companions really feel like they're YOUR companions as a group rather than on a very individual basis. I love that you get a squad that feels like a real squad.

As for LS/DS, I did like how there were shades of nuance. DS actions could be wildly going off course and being a crazy muderman, sure. BUT it could also be blindly following your orders and killing innocent people. LS actions could be taking in prisoners of war, or they could be refusing Garza's orders and trying to mitigate the human cost. Some of them were pretty cookie cutter, but I really liked the little moments like that.

anyway, it was overall fun mostly for the companions and their stories. The story itself was kinda meh. But I put a lot of effort into Petra's character and history and I am proud of that. <3

the squad!

#swtor #swtor trooper #millie says

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alecmagnuslwb · 2 years

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What if Valentine experimented on Alec before he was born? What would have been? I really don't think he would have jumped to straight to demon and angel right away.

Okay this one I can work with because it's definitely a totally plausible thing that could have happened. We know Valentine experimented on not only his wife, but at least one other woman who was directly involved in the circle. And the Lightwood's as we know were in deep, so it's very possible Maryse's unborn child could have been experimented on as well.

(I've also always been under the assumption that Alec and Jonathan were roughly the same age where as Clary, Jace and Izzy were all about the same age which mean potentially Izzy could have been experimented on as well, but anyways not the question asked.)

Alright, let's go under the cut since this one might get a little long.

I do love leaning towards the idea that if round one was the oldest children (i.e. Jonathan and Alec) then demon blood was the first test round. So, Alec would have demon blood unknowingly in his system.

I also don't think he'd immediately go evil or anything, I mean we know well that demon blood doesn't equal evil automatically, and angel blood doesn't equal good automatically. I mean look at the downworld and look at the garbage shadowhunters.

I'd be that Alec's special powers would start developing later, later enough that by that point he knows/is with Magnus and isn't the idea of Alec and Magnus both being part demon blooded interesting? Like how they both would affect certain objects similarly, how they'd both accept they were the sum of their parts not just the demon blood inside of them. And with the Alliance rune would that make the connection more intense having that added shared bond? (It'd make the process of becoming immortal much more accessible I bet!)

I don't doubt that there wouldn't have been a darkness etching inside of him that he'd have to fight off, but he wouldn't be faced with the pressures and manipulations of being raised by Valentine or a connection to a long lost evil brother like Jace or Clary did so the struggle wouldn't be maybe quite as dramatic.

There's also a lot of potential with his parabatai bond with Jace who's part pure blooded angel being tethered to Alec being part pure blooded demon. Would those powers cancel each other out? Or amplify when they worked together?

No one would treat him any differently, that's for certain. At least no one in his immediate circle. I'm sure the Clave would have been bitches about it, but when aren't they. Ultimately it could very much change his trajectory towards higher positions in the Clave, unless he kept it a secret, it'd definitely take longer for him to get to the level we saw him at in the finale. I think he'd get there, but it'd be a much bigger and longer fight.

I don't know what his exact bonus powers would be, Jonathan's as we saw were kind of overarching and non-specifically defined, so who knows what exactly Alec would end up working with. But he's an incredibly skilled fighter who'd adapt to any new power set that was sent his way Im certain.

So, yeah I guess I posed more questions than were originally asked of me (oops :)), but it's a fascinating concept to think about and to think about those extra quesitons and all the posibilities of them.

#anonymous #answered

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misireads · 9 months

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the martian chronicles by ray bradbury

[physical book, read in english]

an anthology of short related stories about the human colonisation of mars around the year 2000. starts from a couple of first expeditions that failed, then (briefly) moves on to successful colonial life in space.

➕ the most beautifully written book i've read in a long while, very nice poetic prose ➕ people in this book behave exactly how white people would if they were suddenly let on a new planet, namely absolutely infuriatingly. it was a frustrating read but a great one because yeah, that's what white people would do. expect to be celebrated as heroes when they arrive, then proceed to wipe the ingenious folks' towns and expect them to be christians. ➕ since the chapters were short stories, this was a very fast read. ➕ this is apparently a fix-up novel, meaning the stories were originally separate and were later brought together to create a more or less coherent novel. there's still a few weird aspects that don't quite work if you don't realise it's a fix-up, but overall it's fascinating. ➕ i'm not really much of a sci-fi person and especially not fond of stuff situated in space, but i didn't find this one off-putting for the theme.

➖ so… this is an old book, originally from 1950s. i'm not sure if i just missed some cue or if that's part of the social criticism, but… why are all the people in mars americans ??? i feel like there was some implication in the early chapters that "because of course americans would be the first to do something like travel to mars, therefore they came from america" but, for the rest of the book we only see american characters throughout. not a single person from some other country came in? really? as a european reading this it really kind of broke the immersion for me throughout, but if that's the entire point, that americans are just so full of themselves that they hoarded space travel and colonialism and made the new planet just another america with cities named new new york and whatever, then i accept it. plus basically all the characters are either weird, crazy, or unlikable in some other way so i'm fine with them all being american, actually. but from the point of view of how space colonialism like this would "realistically" work, i just don't think it would be average american-only families moving there to make their white picket fences in mars, i think it would be the super rich from all around the world. ah well i guess this wasn't the agenda of these novels (which, again, were originally separate). it's still a minus from me tho because i dislike america-centrism and it felt lazy and like no thought was put into what world would actually be like in 2000. the use of n word as if the society would be the exact same in this year felt like no thought was put into whether things would actually change in this time, yeeaah. i feel like, don't set a story in 2000 if you're going to write it like it's the 50s still. some things just don't sit right with me ➖ i also haven't read much sci-fi and especially not older sci-fi for the aforementioned reason… but the martians in this book were way too human-like and. like. they had human genders, heteronormative lifestyles (and were very american to begin with.. the not-human shaped aliens talked about sins to the priest with the implication 'oh we're way ahead of you and have been good christians before you were even born' ???? ok. i'm not sure if i just misunderstood that?????) even if a book is from the 50s, i feel like authors surely had enough imagination to come up with something other than this? or maybe this was part of the colonial aspect and maybe the martians were very human-like because they're like native americans who get wiped out from their own planet when white americans come and take their lands, i don't know. i guess, as someone who doesn't usually read sci-fi, i was confused by whether this is more of a satire about how much white americans suck, or a story about outer space and what martians and their world and way of life in mars could be like. it was my over-arching problem with this book and persisted to the very end where [spoiler] apparently it's again just some average middle class american family that's the only, literally ONLY people who move to mars to escape nuclear war? really??? it's just not feasible. it was kind of really fucking stupid, to be frank. ➖ the story about the guy who lives in the mountains and one week finds everyone's gone down in the city and answers a phone to find a woman calling it, and he goes all horny for her voice and decides to find her and has all these fantasies, and when they finally meet she's described as having a fat face and she's eating chocolate and spends all her time in beauty salons and he's immediately disgusted by her and proceeds to run away so he doesn't need to associate with her despite them being the only two humans left in mars. this was the most blatantly misogynistic garbage i've read in ages? why is it in the book, why does it even exist??? what's the point

⭐ score: 3 -- the writing itself would have been a 5 buuuuuut i had way too many problems with the book as a whole to score it any higher than this.

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kizakiren · 2 years

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hiro retranslates dw8 guan xing part 2

man just delete me. tumblr didn’t want to save my hours of hard work so i’ll summarize as such.

the rest of guan xing’s ambition mode facility lines are fine, i’m not gonna screencap all of them all over again because i did it twice now and tumblr refused to save it. there’s some minor corrections id make to make them a bit more awkward sounding to suit his character but other than that it seems a different translator worked on those lines so they ended up being more exact than the mess that was the general lines.

the cutscenes are fine as well for the most part. there was one scene in particular that was very good (shu - broken bonds) because they actually put in all his pauses and that was... surprisingly well done imo.

now this post will cover empires, i actually finished retranslating all his lines but tumblr killed my hours of hard work so im just... gonna do it all over again.

DISCLAIMER: my translations are not perfect, i’m translating very literally because it sounds more awkward that way and he should be sounding more awkward, this is also to prove that koei’s missing a lot of the essence of his character because they decided to give him generic lines with no personality in the official localization

(honestly i don’t want to have to retranslate everything but im a masochist...)

DW8E - Politics Lines - General

original: what... do you think?

this is fine, i’ll give it a pass since it’s a generic line.

original: i’d like to... speak with you.

this is fine, i’ll give it a pass since it’s a generic line.

original: um... may i...?

????????????????????????????????????? honestly don’t know what happened here. why does he sound so chill and casual and friendly? that’s so off from his character (and what he’s ACTUALLY saying) i have no clue what happened here

original: ah... i understand.

again a little more casual than he should be but it’s a pretty generic line so i’ll give it a pass.

this is exactly the same in the original as well.

original: that......... i can’t do...

he can’t even form that sentence properly, how did you manage to make it a proper sentence koei?

original: that....... is not possible...

same as above. how did you create a full sentence out of a guy who can’t seem to form full sentences?

this is exactly the same as in the original as well.

original: i see... i understand it well.

honestly same thing more or less so it’s fine.

original: honestly... i don’t really know... but, because it’s your opinion... i think i will believe in it.

i... guess it’s passable...

original: as i thought... no matter what, i just cannot agree... let’s just finish up [this discussion]...

whoa whoa why is he suddenly so rude with the “I THINK WE’RE THROUGH HERE”??? where did it come from??? look how different the original is compared to the translation lmao what the fuck even

original: this time... i think we should do this...

this is passable but it should sound a lot more awkward.

original: that... seems wrong doesn’t it...?

again koei has to remember this guy doesn’t have a shred of confidence and has trouble, well, speaking in the first place... he’s not even sure it sounds wrong.

original: this... i would like you to have. since... you are always helping me...

i don’t really like their wording choice in the 2nd half of this sentence here lol it just seems... off to me. he seems weirdly confident and i don’t like it

original: i’m... depending on you. from now on, too... i would like for you to keep helping me...

seriously they could use some work in trying to make an awkward character speak awkwardly as he should...

original: your strength... i don’t know why, but i am fascinated... from now on... i want to fight alongside you...

ok you know, this is actually fine. passable.

original: you are in need of my strength? in that case... i will do anything i can...

yeah you know what? this is passable.

original: that strength... i think i am longing to be just like that... in that case, from now on... i would like to fight alongside you.

errr...??? i mean they get the general message across, i guess, but it’s translated in a way that just doesn’t suit his character at all.

original: i am... guan xing. um... i’ll do my best... to fight.

i don’t even know where to begin with this one. i don’t know how you can fuck up something as simple as what he said (because he’s so fucking awkward). he literally said exactly as what i’ve translated it into, complete with the “um...” he didn’t say anything about YOU fighting, he’s talking about how he’s gonna do his best to fight. it’s literally as simple as that, you could even ram it into google translate and it should pop out to something of this effect because it’s literally just that simple of a sentence. i don’t know how or why they translated it the way they did.

original: it’s nice... to gain more allies. that power... from now on, i would like to rely on it.

i mean... they have the general message across but the 2nd part seems weirdly assertive, which he is the furthest thing from... also, “definitely”?? when 80% of his lines are riddled with “... probably” and “... i think”????? WHAT???

original: i can’t seem to reach... my full potential in this place... what should i do... i’ll have to keep searching...

i mean... sure. they have the general message across. it just sounds a little strange when he’s so uncertain all the time and suddenly he’s like “ah yes i know i must go elsewhere”.

original: there are many... rare dishes. i’m at a loss... with which one i should try first...

honestly, this is passable.

original: today... i would like to talk to you until the morning. i want to... learn more about you.

erm... he says “asa made”... asa = morning. so where the hell did evening come from? LOL

original: i would like to reach an agreement with you. the conditions are... how about this?

why does he always have random confidence in these translations? he’s never sure about anything so he’s asking if it’s fine!!!!

original: here... is our conditions. please... let’s make a deal.

he comes off as weirdly pushy in the translation and i don’t like it. he shouldn’t be because he is absolutely the most passive and non-assertive and least confident person ever.

original: if it’s possible... i’d like you to agree quickly... i’m not really... open to adjustment...

????? WHAT?????????? I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN WITH THIS ONE ASKGASNMGKFMHKSDFH how can he be impatient when he’s constantly spacing out and it takes him 5 minutes to say one sentence????? actually, no, where did they even get “not a patient man” from??? do the translators actually know anything about the character... wait no, even just from listening to his japanese speech, with all his awkward pauses and phrasing, HOW are they translating it as if he’s confident and assertive all the time???

this is exactly the same as in the original as well.

original: i understand. but... i will not forget the foul methods you used...

lol he sounds so weirdly aggressive in the translation. i don’t think i like it very much.

original: that... i cannot accept.

again this is fine since it’s a generic line but it should be more awkward.

original: i see... that’s good, then.

same as above. generic line, fine, passable, should be more awkward though.

original: why would you refuse...? you... should be cornered...

err this was kind of hard to translate but he definitely doesn’t have so much confidence that he knows it “should have been an easy choice for you to make”. he’s saying something along the lines of like, you shouldn’t be refusing because now you’re screwed. but in the most polite and awkward way possible.

original: i see... that’s too bad...

generic line. fine. passable.

original: the enemy is attacking us... we’re in trouble. um... please lend your strength...

i’m really not sure what he seems so demanding in the english dub all the time when he clearly went “ano...” (which is, “um...”) this time. he’s got issues asking things from people (evidently)!!!!! so his lines should reflect it!!!

original: our enemy is the same... is what i think. would i be able to ask for your cooperation...?

removing all the awkwardness out of his lines does not make guan xing a more likeable character. it in fact makes him more generic and bland.

original: even if we don’t have any land right now... there are still things we can do. together with everyone... we need to raise an army.

again, strangely assertive. i’m beginning to wonder if the translation team was just given the script in japanese without knowing which lines belonged to which character and just translated it as they saw. except, you know, the fact that there are quite a few “um...” “probably...” “i think...” in this guy’s script, i’m not sure how they consistently leave those out.

original: your strength... has me interested. please... i would like to fight alongside you.

WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE’S BEGGING YOU TO LET HIM FIGHT ALONGSIDE YOU, NOT HIM ASKING YOU TO FIGHT WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS SO BACKWARDS PLEASE KOEI HOW DID YOU MISS THE PART WHERE HE WENT “douka...” HE IS BEGGING. PLEADING!!!!!

original: why... do you continue to remain there? we need you more than they do...

LOL well that just sounds cocky, koei, last i checked, you’re translating for guan xing and not for zhong hui. also, this was a difficult line to translate but it’s something along those lines that guan xing’s forces is in need of your services, rather than, uh... “youd be better off staying with us :^)” ??????? no idea how koei got to that point in the translation.

original: you... are able to spread your wings and fly across the land. so that’s why... right now, i would like you to rise up

yeah he’s a lot more flowery in the jpn in the way that i can’t even translate it properly. but he’s making a metaphor along the lines of spreading wings and flying (as in, i translated that part correctly but i don’t know how to describe the metaphor if it is not making sense - but yeah it’s basically to conquer the land, just being described with a flying metaphor)

original: i... think i have always been hoping for this to happen. to take flight across the land...

same as above where he’s using a flight metaphor for conquering the land.

original: right now... i will rise up. as a new force, let us do what we can.

i mean they have the general message across, but they’ve like... really buttered up the sentence with a lot of words that weren’t previously there. it’s also a lot more full of full sentences that he can never actually complete.

original: your words from the other day... made me happy. if you still like me, i would like for you to be by my side forever...

NOOOO!!!! ASOGNASKGMDFH Koei you’re missing out that he’s clingy (probably bc he’s got anxiety) and you should keep that in!!!! they take all the personality out from the translations i fucking swear!!!!

original: about your words from the other day... i’m sorry. i’m not able to... respond to your feelings.

hey he’s not THAT direct.

original: would it be alright if i hugged you? during a time when we are not in battle, i want to feel your warmth...

well actually, what they have there is pretty good!

original: the baby is born... i’m so happy... i can’t seem to find the words [to express myself]

again this is a rather decent job as well. good job koei, rare W for your translation team!

original: the blood of the god of war... flows through your veins as well. i would like you to do your best to fight.

i mean... it’s alright. the second half of his lines are always strangely direct/assertive.

original: this is... you can have this. i think that you will find it useful

hey this is pretty good. rare W, koei

original: this... please take this...

that’s also pretty much on point maybe because it’s a generic line. good job koei

original: this... you may have this. i... would like for you to use it

same as above. pretty much a generic line, so they can translate this easily.

original: i have... always loved you. i would like you to take this... as a sign of my affections

well, it’s alright, the 2nd sentence could use some work because it sounds.... strange? not even in the sense that the awkwardness fits him, but the “therefore” makes it sound like he’s writing an essay or something LOL

original: i can’t help... but to be worried about you. everything that you do... feels suspicious.

this is a little hard for me to translate bc i wasn’t too familiar w some of the words but basically koei had the right idea. rare W.

this is exactly the same as in the original as well. (but more formal)

original: the way you fought during that last battle... was interesting. your battle prowess... i think i want to see more of it.

errr i don’t know how to translate that word so i just used “battle prowess”, hopefully that’s ok to use here. basically just like, he likes how you do battle. and as always koei really shouldn’t ever be using the word “definitely” with this character.

#HiroTexts #HiroSave #part 2 of this shit because i really started retranslating the entirety of his empires lines #HiroTranslates

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xxxsoukokuxxx · 3 years

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BSD Poe x short(4”11) female reader

Soulmate au

Fluff oneshot

Reader has the ability to turn into a black cat.

Black Cat in the Rue Morgue

Soulmate AU

Character: Poe x short fem!reader

Warnings: None

Notes: Thanks for requesting and for your patience. I haven't written a soulmate AU before so I actually did some research on it and hopefully it pays off. I hope that this is what you wanted and have a pleasant day/night!

The sun was now setting and dipped itself into Yokohama's waters letting it's light drip onto the water's surface. Book in hand, raccoon on his shoulders with a pen in the other hand Poe is lost in his thoughts. The outside world doesn't exist. There is nothing but the various ideas for his novel running through his head and softness of fur against the back of his neck and head.

He jots down a few things that he could elaborate on later. The room is dyed in the color of honey and wine as the fading warmth of the sunset creates a sense of comfort. The side of his face illuminated by the gentle golden color.

Karl suddenly jumps off his shoulders and Poe's startled. His eyes wide, 'How long has it been?' he takes in his surroundings and realizes it's already sunset and soon night will fall upon Yokohama.

Poe gets up, closes his book and stretches with a sickening cracking sound erupting from his back, indeed how long has it been? He looks down to where Karl is sitting on the floor and he reaches to ruffle the fur on his head before leaving the room.

He makes a cup of tea for himself once he's in the kitchen and stares out the window. The sleeve of his shirt slides up a bit as Poe tilts his cup to take a sip, a small scarlet mark of a feline like figure on the underside of his wrist becomes visible. It's always been there but he brushed it off, that was until he came across various articles, theories and fiction books about "soulmates". And he can't help but wonder 'Is there really someone out there who'd love me? Do I have a soulmate? Or is it just a meaningless mark?'

Sometimes he'd think it's preposterous while other times he'd genuinely love that idea. But he always blushes straight after, to imagine spending such intimate moments with someone, to hold their hand, to hold them, to share a meaningful smile...it's really a beautiful thought.

Poe sets his cup down on the counter before adjusting his coat and making his way to the front door of the spacious house and opens it. He peeks through the gap between the door frame and from where he's opened making sure there are no people out at the moment and he sighs a breath of relief. Stepping out into the quiet evening he takes a walk along a specific quiet and peaceful street he likes. Evening and night are the only times he'll ever make it outside the comfort of his home without having an anxiety attack.

As he walks down the pavement a rustling noise can be heard in an alleyway which he is just about to pass. He freezes and the hair on the back of his neck stands up. From the corner of his eye he sees a dark shadow on the floor approaching which makes him panic, "P-Please don't attack me or anything, I really don't have any valuables that you'd wa-" he cut off his sentence as he felt something rub against the bottom of his leg.

Immediately he drops to his knees and buries his face in his hands, "Okay, okay I'll surrender!" he yelps. "..." Nothing. He dares to turn his head towards his left and relief washes over him, a panic stricken face now softens, "Oh, silly me. Always panicking for no good reason." He now looks at a black cat which has it's head tilted to the side out of confusion.

It was the norm for you to roam around the city at night either because you couldn't sleep or you just liked the atmosphere. If someone happened to be walking by and you felt a curious sense of playfulness then you'd just go up and show them some cat-like affection. However, out of all the times you had done so this had never happened. "How cute." he muttered, snapping you out of your thoughts. He reached out to pet the spot atop your head.

'No wonder why cats like this.' was your thought. "I don't see any collar or anything signifying you belong to someone." he said aloud placing his forefinger on his chin. "I can't just leave you here alone, hmm and Karl would have a playmate if I took you back with me...oh but do raccoons and cats get along? They could possibly..." as he rambled on you wondered if this was a good time as any to scram or reveal that you're actually a human who has the ability to turn into a cat, specifically a black one.

You slowly backed away and he noticed. "Oh no don't be scared!" he reaches his hands out to you. Ah, he seemed like such a nice person, a gentle person. You couldn't just leave like that, now could you? A ribbon of grey spun around you with various kanji on it. A bright light flashed and Poe freezes with his hands which wanted to reach out to you. His eyes widen once he sees the sight in front of him and questions everything he knows. His mouth agape.

"Hi." you said shyly whilst dusting your attire. "...you..." he still kneeled on the ground, frozen. You felt nervous but thought that after what he just witnessed it'd be necessary to tell him about yourself. "Uhm, okay I know you think this is weird but there's this thing called abilities and my ability is to turn into a black cat..." you sped through your words while fiddling with your thumbs.

Now he understands. Of course he knows what abilities are. "Oh. Ah, don't worry I know what abilities are. I have one myself." he says standing up, now realizing just how short you are. You look up, "Wait, you do as well?" a certain spark of curiosity in your eyes, I guess having a cat ability allows you to have the same characteristics of a cat. His cheeks have a faint red color on them, you look cute when you're curious.

"Y-Yes, it's called Black Cat in the Rue Morgue." "What a coincidence." you giggle. He rubs the back of his neck and sighs contently, "Yes it is. It allows me to transport my readers into my books." "Oh, you're a writer!?" another spark of curiosity in your eyes. He internally smiled at your apparent excitement, "Yes I am. Ah! Excuse my rudeness, my name is Edgar Allan Poe but you can just call me Poe if you'd like."

A smile adorned your face and you introduced yourself too. "I'm sorry about startling you earlier, I promise you I'm no cat burglar." He blinks and after a moment you both laugh at the little pun made and the situation itself. "I don't think such an innocent looking being could ever do such a thing." he blushes as he says those words and you do too.

He takes a look at his surroundings and back at you. "W-Would you...like to uh join me for a stroll? I was planning on going t-to this cafe that's opened til late?" You look up and smile while silently thinking his stuttering is rather cute. "Sure." The walk there was peaceful and enjoyable, every three seconds he would glance at you and a lingering question would be on his mind but he brushes it off. He tries to get to know you despite his nervousness and he succeeds. Even if it's just the little things such as your favorite color, where you live, if you have any pets.

You both finally reached the cafe and took a seat, he was gentleman about pulling your seat out for you and such. The only part he dreaded was ordering, that anxiousness that would bubble up in his chest made his mouth go dry and he's at a loss for words. The barista comes about and asks if you'd both like to order anything, a simple coffee/latte was fine for you. Poe looked pale and tugged on the front of his shirt. You worried if he was okay but he eventually ordered something to drink off the menu and a sigh of relief escaped him once he was done talking.

"You okay?" His eyes widens as he finally looks up at you again, "Yes. Yeah I'm fine, no need to worry. I just..." he looks down again while rubbing the back of his neck, his hair falling over his eyes. "I'm just really shy if you could say that. Or perhaps i just have social anxiety." he let out a nervous chuckle while lifting his head to smile at you. A giggle escapes you, "I think it's cute." He's taken aback but only because he's not used to being complimented and his face turns red.

The orders are served and the barista bows and leaves again. A light-hearted conversation flitters between you two and Karl comes up somewhere in the conversation, Poe saying that he'd love to let you see him. You tilt your cup to take a sip of your drink and the sleeve of your shirt rides up a bit, revealing a portion of your wrist. Poe is taking a sip too and his eyes flutter over your figure.

His eyes widen once he catches sight of the scarlet mark on your wrist and he chokes. "A-Are you okay?" you put your cup down and panic slightly. "Y-Yes I'm fine." he replies adjusting himself.

"Can I ask you something?" curiosity now lacing his voice. "Sure, go ahead."

"Have you always had that red feline-like mark on your wrist?" You look at the mark and reply that it's always been there, indeed. "I think it's because of my ability but I'm not really sure. Perhaps it's a birthmark." He smiles. "Perhaps it is." Is this what he thinks it is? No...he couldn't possibly just jump to conclusions, but certainly what a coincidence it was. The exact same mark on both your wrists and a meeting like this? A beautiful coincidence it was.

"Why do you ask?" you tilt your head to the side much as you did when you were a cat. And if he didn't think you were any cuter now he'd be damned. "Oh no, just asking." he gives a closed eyes smile.

'Soulmates. How fascinating.' he thinks while smiling at you as you take another sip of your coffee/latte. His eyes wander again to the scarlet mark on your wrist.

And the plot thickens.

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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LUCKY PAIR

a/n: another one :)

pairing: Sebastian Stan X Reader

word count: 1.5k

This fic is part of the LITTLE ONE series, but can be read as a simple oneshot as well! Find the masterpost of the series HERE!

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Sebastian has always been a humble man. Growing up, with a strong and loving family background, he never really left the path that leads to good manners and appreciation even for the smallest things in life. Not even becoming a successful actor could change the way he sees and feels grateful for everything he has and achieved.

There were times when he thought he wouldn’t find the person he could settle with, feel comfortable enough around to spend the rest of his life with. Let alone start a family with. That was until he met you.

From the very start he felt a sense of belonging to you, like you pulled him in, so easily and fast, enchanted him and simply made him yours. And he didn’t mind it, not even a bit. Dating you has been such a different experience than his previous relationships. As if it made him realize how shallow and loose they were, but now he had the chance to taste what real love is like. With all the good and bad, the two of you have been sharing such a deep connection since the beginning that put his previous dating experiences to shame.

Now that you are pregnant and engaged, Sebastian has been immensely overwhelmed with how amazing his life is getting, all thanks to you. He is amazed by everything about the road to becoming parents, all the changes and challenges, he feels like it all led him to this exact point in life. What he likes the most about it however is you. Seeing you grow your baby, see the growth and the changes every day, the miracle of life happening right in front of his eyes. And he is still having a hard time believing that you chose him to do all of this with, to have the most beautiful gift of life with him.

He has always admired you in many ways, you’ve been a fascinating creature to him from the very beginning and he loved learning new things about you, things that made him fall in love with you even more. After spending years together he could still look at you with the same amount of love he did when you were just getting to know each other. But then came the pregnancy and Sebastian found himself falling deeper than ever.

He has often found himself looking at you with his heart full and chest warm at the oddest moments. When you were doing your skincare routine in the evening, standing in front of the mirror, putting on all the different products, he always has a great view of you from the side, sitting on the bed and he loves how he saw your belly get bigger each time, as you went through the same steps. Or the way you always scratch the lower part of your bump every morning as your good morning to the baby, humming to yourself with your eyes still closed in the soft morning light that floods the bedroom through the massive windows. Or how you draw a little heart on your tummy with your lotion before spreading the scream all over your skin. All these little things have had him melting, so thankful that he gets to see and experience it. With you.

Now the two of you are having a lazy Sunday, Sebastian has been watching a football game on TV and you are sitting next to him, your laptop on the top of a pile of pillows next to you, your legs crossed underneath you as you’re typing away on the keyboard. You’re wearing your reading glasses you recently got and for what he nagged you forever to finally get, but you refused to, feeling like you’re a little too young to have reading glasses. But then you realized you really did need them when you had trouble reading emails on your phone. You gave in and bought a pair, the transparent frame is a subtle accessory on your pretty face. Sebastian hasn’t told you, but it’s doing things to him, especially when you push them up to the top of your head, keeping your unruly hair back with them from your forehead. However now it makes you appear more on the cute side rather than the sexy, though that aspect is still there as well.

You’re snacking on some veggie chips, your latest craving that now takes up half of the pantry, reading something your mother has sent you about the wedding that will only take place after the baby is born, but she’s been so excited about it, she’s been bombarding you with ideas she finds online. You don’t mind it, carefully reading everything she proposes to you and then leaving comments and suggestions of your own before sending it back to her.

You’re wearing an oversized shirt with no pants on, just your underwear, your legs bare and looking so soft and squishy, Sebastian is having a hard time not to reach out and feel them with his own hands.

It’s so domestic, so mundane and simple, seeing you like this in the comfort of the home the two of you share, yet in this moment he feels like he is on top of the world. He swears he could cry from happiness when he looks at you in this state and he wishes he could preserve this moment forever.

He watches you reach into the bag, your eyes still on the screen, but then you realize that the chips is gone and you pout softly, giving the now empty bag a sad look. It’s just then that you notice him watching you instead of the game on the TV.

“What is it?” you ask with a shy, confused look. Sebastian shakes his head, smiling to himself as he leans closer, his lips meeting the corner of your mouth in a soft, chaste kiss.

“Nothing. You want me to grab another bag for you?”

“Ah, no. I shouldn’t even have eaten this bag,” you mumble under your breath, pursing your lips.

“Just eat it if you want it, Doll. There’s nothing wrong about it.”

“Don’t tempt me, I’ve already put on so much baby weight!” you warn him playfully, making him chuckle.

“That’s alright. You still look beautiful,” he assures you, making your heart flutter in your chest. As a reply, you just give his hand a squeeze before returning to your laptop, starting to type away, but Sebastian can’t stop himself from staring still. Licking your lips you notice his gaze again, feeling a little shy under his inspecting stare.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” you start guessing, but he shakes his head no, a hand reaching out to finally grab your bare thigh, his fingers deliciously sinking into your flesh.

“No, I just…” he sighs. “You’re so beautiful and I love you so much. That’s it.”

Your cheeks immediately heat up at his words, not sure where all of this affection is coming from all of a sudden.

“Stop, I didn’t even shower this morning,” you huff awkwardly. You just simply couldn’t muster up the energy to undress, shower and dress again, so you decided to skip, now Sebastian is treating you like a princess.

“I really don’t care,” he smirks, reaching up his palm cups the side of your face, his thumb running across the soft skin under your eye. He simply can’t fight this sudden wave of sentimentality, not that he wants to. Showing his love and affection has always been important for him and he will not shy away from letting you know how he feels. “I know I’ve said this before, but… I really am one lucky man.”

“You always say this as if I’m doing you a favor by being with you, but it’s mutual, Seb,” you softly tell him. Abandoning your laptop you scoot closer until he can wrap an arm around your shoulders, your sides pressed up against each other. “I’m lucky to have you too.”

“Yeah? So you’re not sick of me yet?” he teases you playfully, pressing his fingers into your side, making you jump a little.

“You think I would have said yes if I was?” you ask, holding up your hand, the diamond ring sitting not so subtly on your finger.

“Maybe you said yes just because I knocked you up,” he prompts and you smack his chest, making him laugh.

“Stop that! As if we weren’t already planning to have a baby, sometime soon,” you mock him, narrowing your eyes at him and smirking down at you he just kisses your forehead.

“I know, I know. I’m just still kinda looking for the explanation how someone like you ended up with me.”

“Oh please! Thousands of women were devastated when it got out that you’re off the market,” you scoff at his comment. “I should be thinking about the how, not you.”

“I guess we are… a lucky pair then, huh?” he smirks as you snake a hand behind his neck, pulling him down so your lips meet in a smearing kiss.

“Mm, the luckiest,” you grin against his lips.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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My Kind

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warning: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having been chosen by the gang to be a guest streamer on today’s stream of Among Us, it’s safe to say Y/N’s super excited but also a bit nervous. The whole of her anxiety gets lifted off her when she meets someone with the exact same vibe as hers - yeah you guessed it.

Requested by @monizzle96 Hi dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so terribly sorry it’s taken me so long to write and post it but here it finally is! I hope you come across it and read it and if so I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

This has to be the fiftieth time I’ve checked my setup in the past twenty four hours. But no, I’m definitely not nervous, what are you talking about. Pshhh. Nah, being nervous isn’t in my brand. Plus, what do I have to make me nervous - a group of famous streamers inviting me onto their stream to play Among Us with them because they enjoyed my own streams? Ok yeah, that’s a pretty good reason. Not gonna lie, I almost chucked my phone out of excitement when I received that DM from Toast, telling me they’d picked me to be their guest streamer for today’s date. My stomach was doing somersaults for a good forty-eight hours following that text and then the anxiety slowly started setting in fueled by the expectations they probably have of me.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not inexperienced in the streaming field, I’ve been a streamer longer than some of the members of Toast’s streamer gang actually. But I never managed to garner that big of a following which I’m honestly quite ok with. I have a modest - ok, maybe larger than modest - following consisting of incredibly loyal fans which I will never stop being grateful for. They are all so respectable of me, my privacy and my boundaries. They know the main rules: no shit-talking in the chat or in any of my comment sections, no bashing other YouTubers in my comments/chat, and most definitely not asking for a face reveal. Fun fact: I didn’t even set up that last rule, they all just collectively know not to ask for it.

I’ve been keeping my brand pretty low-key to avoid garnering some unwanted attention - some of which I’ve already experienced on certain social media platforms following the full body pictures I posted on there - face not visible of course. I tend to also have my webcam on, facing towards my hands working away on the keyboard sometimes when I stream. I don’t know why people obsess over faceless content creators’ hands, but I appreciate the enthusiasm - it also drives me to do a manicure every now and then which ain’t so bad, self-care and all that you know.

Now, back to the subject of my ridiculous nervousness.

You see, it has layers.

I’m nervous of ‘preforming’ underwhelmingly and I’m nervous of what my own fans will think of the person I will become during this stream. They know me as a super chill and laid-back person, which I am by the way, but they might think I’m putting on a show if I exhibit any nervous gestures/vocabulary. I highly doubt they would, but the possibility is not letting my mind rest. And now that it’s about ten minutes till the stream starts, I’m getting doing my best to calm my nerves.

They are all just people. You know they are super chill too. Just be yourself, that’s why they invited you, because you are yourself on all your streams. They liked you for your personality, humor, maybe even your gaming skills. So chill the hell out and be yourself, damn it!

Easier thought than put into action that’s for sure.

I start my stream five minutes early just so I can vibe with my viewers for a little while before I have to meet the gang. My fans always have a way of injecting me with confidence, they remind me of where I was when I started and how far I’ve come. How much I achieved when I thought I’d be nothing and no one, someone the algorithm would simply overlook. But then they entered my life and I entered theirs and it all became much better than I ever thought it would get to be. I rarely tell myself ‘good job’ for the milestones I’ve reached or the hard work I’ve put into my content, but that’s probably cause I orient myself based on that quote from the movie Whiplash: ‘There are no two words in the English language more harmful than good job’ - simply put, I’m never satisfied with what I do and I always strive to do better. My fans, however, make sure I don’t go overboard with it - always serving as a reminder that I’ve done plenty for myself and others. And that’s what makes an amazing fandom, one I consider family.

Whoa, when did those five minutes fly by?!

Ah shit, here we go. Deep breaths, Y/N you got this.

“Hello!“ I say as I enter the Discord call, subconsciously biting my lower lip, grateful the camera isn’t capturing it. However, I make a mental note to keep my hands steady cause that’s the one part of me people can actually see and the last thing I want is for them to see how much my fingers are trembling.

“Oh hi, Y/N!“ Toast is the first one to greet me, “Welcome to the stream! Thank you so much for accepting our invitation.“

“Thank you for having me and inviting me, Toast. This is a huge deal for me. You guys are basically YouTube legends, this is unreal to me.“ I reply, cringing immediately afterwards because of my fangirl rambling. Great way to make first impressions, Y/N. Bravo.

To be fair, they already have an impression of you. Quit stressing.

Aright, you’ve got a point, me.

“Oh please, we owe all that to our fans. We’re really nothing special. All streamers are almost completely alike, we all owe where we are to the people who helped us make it there - our fans. We’re no legends.“ Toast says, bringing a small smile to my face as well as a light pink blush to my cheeks, “And from what I’ve seen, you yourself have quite the following. And your fans seem to adore you.“

“And I absolutely adore them.“ I chuckle, “They mean the world to me. They are the reason I’m here today.”

“Then we have to give them a special thank you, don’t you think?“ The teasing, familiar giggle, widens my smile - it’s Rae, “Nice to meet you, Y/N! I’m Rae, and, no cap, I’m quite a fan of your content. No joke, I binged your entire series of Resident Evil 7 as soon as I found your channel when Toast said he’d invite you.“

This rattles me a bit. I can hardly believe it - am I really receiving a compliment from an A-list name in the streaming world? My fans must be hella proud of me right now. A quick glance at my chat confirms that they indeed are. That in and of itself fills me with joy and newfound confidence.

“Oh Gosh, thank you so much Rae! That means the world to me. You’re all so sweet.“ I reply, lifting my ice cold hands to cool down my burning cheeks, my lips spread into a grin, my stomach filled with butterflies.

“Oh please, we have some real savages around here.“ A male voice, seemingly Charlie’s scoffs, “Don’t overlook us please.“

“Wait, we do?“ A deep voice, one I immediately know the owner of speaks up, “Who? How come I don’t know about that?“

I can’t help bust snort, “Nice to meet you, Corpse. Sarcasm central, I see.”

He laughs, “Just returning it to where it’s due. Nice to meet you too, Y/N. Sick Outlast series, by the way.“

Ok, wait, I have two A-list streamers complimenting my content. Ok, I’m bound to crack open a few beers to celebrate later cause OH MY GOD.

“Thanks! I’m a horror junkie so I’d be lying if I said I haven’t binge watched all your story-times. Personal favorites are the deep web ones, they fascinate me.“

“Oh, you’re one of my kind even more than I expected, huh?“ He replies, the tone of his voice changing, raising a bit due to what I can only describe as excitement and enthusiasm. “I’ve had people tell me it’s twisted, but I really like seeing the lengths to which the fucked up human mind can go to. Like, the shit I’ve read is insane! Some stories I didn’t narrate cause I would’ve probably had my video taken down, it was that messed up.“

My eyes widen, sharing the same excitement at the thought of digging deeper into this phenomenon, “Careful, Corpse, you’re walking a dangerous line of tempting me to deep-dive on Reddit in search of those exact stories.”

“No need.“ Corpse says, his tone now taking up a bit of a cocky note, “I still got them all saved, I can send them to you no problem.“

“Please do! I seriously gotta read them now. If I can’t sleep afterwards, I’m blaming you, Corpse. Just FYI.“ I say, giggling slightly, finding myself all but completely comfortable now. I wonder where all that anxiety went?

“Blame fully taken. Given that I’m not much of a sleeper, I’ll keep you company whenever you think there’s a killer hiding in your closet or fear a red room pop-up will appear on your computer screen.“ He replies, chuckling.

“Um, that’s oddly specific.“ Charlie comments, “Been there yourself, buddy?”

“Perhaps.“ Corpse wheezes, getting a laugh out of me too, “I will neither confirm nor deny.“

“You know what, I’ll just private message you my number so if you see it call you at some ungodly hour, you don’t freak the fuck out. Sounds good?“ I ask, already prepping to type it out and send it to him.

“Perfect. Wait...“ he pauses for a second, sounding puzzled for a second, “You don’t have mine.“

“Oh, do I not?“ I reply with a sinister tone - thought to answer the question, I of course don’t have his number.

“Oh, do you?“ He sasses me right back. “If so then you don’t need me to send it to you. Cool.“

Ah, shit

“Wait, no! I-I need to confirm it’s the correct one!“

Damn, never did I think I’d be complimented by some of the most important streamers on this platform, but to get a number of theirs too? That’s a whole another level that will take me time to process. But I’ll do that another time, right now, I have to kick these people’s butts in Among Us and later I have some deep web stories to read.

Turns out, all it takes to get comfortable in a new surrounding is someone of your kind. And Corpse is definitely one of my kind.

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shokobuns · 3 years

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something sweet

maybe having someone to help you out in the stockroom wasn't so bad after all.

PAIRING: itadori yuuji x reader

GENRE: fluff, strangers to lovers

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

WARNINGS: almost stabbed, mentions of sharp things (boxcutters and broken glass), making out

it’s not like you had a problem with the same menial tasks everyday.

in fact, you would even say that it was a fun way to spend your free period. it was better than doing some complicated assignment or even having to talk to people with your lack of sleep and patience. coffee never allowed for a proper nap no matter how exhausted you were and your teacher wouldn’t allow that anyways.

it was an easy job that you could do with minimal help. all you had to do was put the beakers away, clean up the floor once in awhile, maybe pop some bubble wrap when new packages arrived. being alone in the stockroom was nice because you were able to turn on some music on your headphones, do whatever dances you felt like doing as long as you were still doing your job. no help was needed or wanted.

“where should i put this?”

you jump, nearly stabbing the blonde haired boy behind you with a boxcutter. luckily, he was quick, jumping backwards with a yelp as you took a deep breath in to process the situation. you didn’t accidentally hurt the boy in front of you, did you? your face falls and the initial rush of fear turns into guilt. “i’m sorry! i didn’t know you were there!”

“it’s okay,’ he responds with a smile, unphased by the fact his shirt had almost been slashed, ‘i understand. you’re probably here alone most of the time, right?”

“yeah, i wasn’t expecting for anyone else to be here,” you sigh before realizing what he had probably walked in on before the whole ordeal, “wait.. did you see me doing anything?”

“you’re a pretty good dancer if that’s what you’re asking.”

embarrassment. your cheeks feel unbelievably hot and your stomach turns while embarrassment settles in your body. this period was your alone time, your chance to flail about and having someone else witness it? definitely not preferable. although, he does seem nice and he hasn’t made fun of you. not yet, at least.

his voice brings you out of your train of thought. “so, where should i put that thing?”

he carries on as if nothing happened. thank god. “the flask goes in that cabinet, bottom shelf. you’ll see more just like it.” you reply, pointing to the space.

he mumbles a quick thank you before doing unloading more of the new flasks onto the cabinet. you work on your own, choosing to count the new magnets on the other side of the room, doing your best to avoid him considering you just embarrassed yourself in front of the stranger by nearly injuring him for asking a simple question. though, he looks slightly familiar, he’ll probably be gone tomorrow and that’s all that matters.

behind you, yuji takes small glances while he puts away the flasks, waiting for you to turn around and ask for his name. hell, he’s waiting for any type of question. after all, who sees a random boy in their work space and doesn’t question it at all?

when the next day comes, you’re proven wrong because he sits in the chair, awaiting another order from you. you curse under your breath before putting on a faux smile. “do you need help with anything?”

“do you need help with anything?”

“no, thanks. i’m good on my own. you can go back to whatever you do in this period.”

he scratches his head, eyebrows furrowing together. “i thought you needed help. that’s what my math teacher told me when he sent me here.”

“not really? i can usually get a lot done on my own. who told you i needed help?”

“gojo. i’m his teacher assistant, but i don’t know how to do the math he’s teaching, so i can’t really help anyone.” he explains

“oh, yeah! i had him for calculus last semester,” your eyes light up at the mention of your favorite white haired mentor, “weird guy. good teacher.”

wait. gojo’s teacher assistant?

you’ve heard your friends talk about him, given that they were in that exact class the blonde haired boy was supposed to be in right now. the one guy that pe teachers fawn over and coaches try to recruit? why did they put him in the math department instead of pe? what’s his name again? yuki? yugi?

“you’re yuji itadori?”

“yuji itadori.” he confirms and you’re relieved. good thing you didn’t mess up his name.

no wonder he looked familiar. miwa was fascinated by his physical ability, you distinctly remember her pointing him out during lunch and telling you about how he was ‘scarily fast’ and could probably ‘lift ten of her at a time.’ although, it was from far away and he was partially blocked by a girl with short brown hair and megumi, the intimidating spikey haired quiet boy in some of your classes.

but yuji didn’t look like someone who could lift ten miwas up close. maybe he was hiding behind the oversized hoodie he wore, but he was a kind looking boy with wide eyes and messy tufts of strawberry blonde hair. throughout the short time you’ve seen him up close, he always had a slight smile on his resting face. in short, he looked approachable and was seemingly friendly.

“so, do you need help with anything?” he asks again and you decide that maybe he can be of use to you. especially if he has the strength that miwa had described.

“actually, yeah. can you lift those boxes over there and bring them to the other side of the room? they’re kind of heavy-”

she was correct because he lifts the box, which is supposedly about thirty kilograms according to your teacher, with ease. now, you don’t have to constantly go back and forth around the room just to put the packaged metal away in a farther cabinet and he can probably just put them away himself, too. it goes that way for the next hour and a half, both of you staying in your respective sides of the room, putting away your own respective items.

“thanks, itadori.”

“call me yuji.”

“will do.”

over the next two weeks, you two don’t talk as much as yuji had hoped.

he still remembers gojo’s words of encouragement, his push to get his favorite student to talk to the person who drops off notes to the teacher across the hallway from time to time. he’s never talked to you and he doubts you would even know that he existed in the first place. in fact, he was perfectly content with just stapling the papers that gojo would give him, maybe getting his own homework done in the period, but he was insistent.

“i’ve seen you staring outside the window whenever they pass by, yuji. just talk to them.”

“it’s okay.’

“no it’s not. get to know her. what if they’re nice? hmmmmm?”

“i’ll talk to her myself at some point.”

that was all it took for gojo to leave him alone, not that he didn’t like gojo or anything, especially with gojo being his second favorite teacher in the first place, but he’s content with his little crush. and again, he doubted that you would remember him in your history class and from the looks of it, he was right.

he just didn’t expect to be sent at the very stockroom that you would be in. for the rest of the semester. gojo had definitely set him up for something.

yuji was in that conflicting position in which he didn’t know whether to start a conversation or not because he didn’t want to bother you. but he also wanted to get to know you up close. of course he can sense your exhaustion himself through droopy eyelids that threaten to close and your dependence on caffeine, something he had learned about you so far in these few weeks. the only thing, it seems like.

as for you, a short talk with your science teacher confirmed that he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon and though you will miss dancing around the stockroom by yourself, he wasn’t bad company. he mostly kept to himself, often being more rigid when you barely spared him a glance. at the times you would speak to him, he seemed more excitable and easygoing, listening to every word you say.

“yuji?”

“hmm?”

“come help me by unboxing these beakers, alright?” you patted the spot next to you before sliding the blade down the tape, “don’t worry. i’m not gonna stab you.”

“i guess i’ll help,” he snorts, “don’t you usually do these by yourself?”

“yeah, but since you’re spending the semester with me in here, we might as well get to know each other right?”

the whirring of the fan, the sound of your voice — it all seemed to fade into the background as his heart thumped hard in his chest. a million thoughts, both good and bad, race through his head as he formulated different questions, answers, and scenarios in his mind, all of them being a jumble of fantasy and panic.

you wave a hand in front of his face in an attempt to catch his attention. he seemed completely frozen, staring at you with dead eyes and it’s now that you realize you haven’t seen him up this close. honey brown eyes, the soft curve of his nose, and were those crinkles under his eyes, too? up until now, you only knew him as the ‘athletic man who was bad at math’, but he was also undeniably beautiful with his carved face and strawberry blonde hair.

“yuuuuuuuji?”

“oh! i’m sorry! did you say you wanted to get to know me?”

“yeah, we’re kind of stuck in this room everyday for an hour and a half together. i might as well find out what your favorite color is or something.”

“red! my turn! what were you listening to when you almost stabbed me?”

“hey! it was an accident!” he giggles, slicing the tape seal down the middle and opening up the package and pointing right at it. “you see that? that could have been me. i should at least know what i’m being stabbed to.”

“meg thee stallion..”

“nevermind. she’s beautiful and i wouldn’t mind dying to her music.”

you snort, thinking up another question. maybe you should ask him about why that megumi guy was so gloomy? nope, might get too personal. what about the reason he’s here? nope, you already know.

“why don’t you do any sports even though you’re literally physically gifted?” you ask curiously. there’s still a smile on his face, but his expression becomes more wistful. you didn’t accidentally hit a spot, did you?

“my grandpa is in the hospital,” oh shit, you think, “i visit him everyday and if i was on a team, i would have to go to practice at the same time.”

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to hit a sensitive topic, but that’s sweet of you.’

“i don’t mind. and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable.”

“no, it’s alright. let’s just keep asking questions then, okay?”

he nods.

in one hour, you learn that yuji itadori also likes karaoke, rice bowls, and that he’s just as bad at science than math. ironic. and yuji enjoys getting to know more about you, falling into easy conversation, becoming less of a nervous wreck. the more you speak, the deeper he falls into the trance and he silently thanks gojo for letting him get a closer look because you’re even better than what he could have imagined.

but the period is coming to an end and it’s time for him to carry off the last box of beakers to his side of the room. at least there’s time for another question and it’s his turn to ask.

“what’s your type?”

you place your fingers on your chin as you think for a moment, finding a common trait in every crush for a proper answer.

“i guess my type would be sweet boys. with pretty faces, like you, i guess.”

the response is nonchalant and you don’t think twice about it. maybe you were a little too tired to process how he’d interpret it or maybe a little too tired to filter yourself, but it slips out of your mouth like butter and you’re completely unphased. shameless, even.

meanwhile, the box drops to the ground and like before, every other noise besides his own heartbeat fades into the background, even the sound of shattering glass. heat creeps of his neck into his cheeks until his face is burning, his feet stuck in their place and his palms becoming uncomfortably sweaty. his mouth is wide open, but no words come out.

“yuji! we need to clean this, hurry up!”

your voice brings him out of his thoughts as he realizes what’s been done and immediately snaps back to carefully, but quickly, picking up the shards of glass and placing them in this box. “i-i’m sorry!”

“don’t worry. just leave the box on the counter and we’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

maybe you didn’t quite realize what you had said or what effect you had on him during that time in the stockroom because you continue everyday as if nothing happened.

it’s been, what? a little over a three weeks? and sitting next to you still causes his mind to go to odd places, ones with you. he starts to notice little things about you, too. how your tongue peaks out of your mouth when you’re peeling another sheet of bubble wrap off of some glassware, how you only count in even numbers when you take inventory of the containers.

god, you were adorable.

“yuji?”

“yeah?”

“did gojo ever tell you that there’s no cameras in here?”

“no? i thought they had security cameras everywhere.”

“that’s only hallways and classrooms. there’s none of them here. do you know what that means?”

“what?”

his head is already turned in your direction, the perfect opportunity to lean in and catch his lips. it’s small and he’s hesitant at first, but before you know it, your hands tangle in his hair, bringing him closer to you. he tastes like something sweet, like cherries, and his lips are warm. one hand rests on your cheek, his thumb brushing against it endearingly. when he pulls away, both of you are panting for air, the packages long forgotten.

“this sounds bad, but i’m glad that you’re terrible at math.”

“thanks.” he laughs and admires the look of your heated cheeks and swollen lips before pulling you back in for another searing kiss.

sure. being in that room by yourself could be fun, a perfect break with menial tasks lacking human interaction. you were far too tired to be patient with other people. but there was an exception.

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fenheart87 · 3 years

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Pain of the Tongue

This is not for my SoulTember challenge but the idea is you feel the pain of your soulmate. Marinette feels a familiar pain in her tongue but it fades quicker than last time. Now she has an idea and some suspicions as to who her soulmate is.

Marinette knew she was being rude by ignoring her best friend but this was way more important. The this being the mouth of one Luka Couffaine. It had been bugging her ever since Juleka let it slip that her ever so lovable dumbass of a brother and his walking fashion hazzard disaster of a best friend had done something stupid and Luka had bit through his tongue. The same day hers had started with a sharp pain that faded into a dull one that meant her soulmate had done something to theirs. Which meant that her soulmate could be Luka. Or wishful thinking but she had to prove it one way or another.

"Girl you stare at his mouth any longer and he might just offer his lips to you."

"I want to kiss him but that's so not what this is about." A beat of silence passed and Marinette realized she said that out loud. "Juleka said a couple weeks ago that Luka did something and bit through his tongue right?"

"Uh-huh?" The unsaid I'm not following was loud and clear in the reporter's tone.

"The same day I had a really bad and lingering pain in my tongue. I was thinking about it and a couple years ago I had a sharp unexplainable pain that lasted about four weeks. Looking it up back then to find answers, I found some piercing care websites and the typical healing time frame is four to six weeks. I think Luka has his tongue pierced and he's my soulmate."

"Okay wow, hold on girl." Alya pulled up her notepad on her phone and started a list. "Evidence we can prove please."

"He never shows his tongue, ever. When he laughs, it's always behind his hand or just a quiet chuckle that doesn't show it. Never sticks it out when Juleka does it to him. Juleka always mentions his obsession with rocky road ice cream and how he was ready to die when he couldn't have it for a month. Luka hurt his tongue the same day mine hurt. He's always careful of what he eats, using mouthwash after meals as recommended on those piercing sites."

"Clearly you need to be the Ladyblogger and not me. So what are you going to do? Just bat your pretty blue eyes and lay one on him?"

"Maybe but I need proof first."

"I gotta say, I'm glad we're over the Adrien days."

"Me too Alya, me too."

The plan was simple: try and make Luka show his tongue. The only problem is she was making him nervous with all her staring and Juleka was noticing. Marinette forgot how focused on something she could be but decided to tone it down otherwise he was going to think she had an unhealthy fascination with his mouth. Which okay she did but not like in a creepy way. Whatever.

"Did Luka do something?"

"Not recently, no."

"Okay… Can I ask why you're staring at my brother like he's a piece of meat?"

"I'm not meaning to! I mean I am staring but like it's for a reason!" She groaned, this wasn't sounding any better by the second. "You can help me. Do you know if Luka has his tongue pierced?"

"Why?" Marinette really hated how all the Couffaines had that stare into your soul look.

"I've been thinking about it and two years ago my tongue had this sharp pain that lasted about a month and then last week it was kind of similar and it seems when Luka hurt his tongue mine started hurting which you know soulmates share each other's pain and it's possible he's mine?" That was tame as far as her rambles normally would go and now she just had to wait.

"So you've been trying to catch… His tongue?"

"Yes."

"You could just ask him"

"I know!"

"Or kiss him, see if it's there." The purple loving girl shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal either way.

"Juleka!"

"No need to sound so scandalized. So maybe he does and maybe he doesn't. How are you going to prove it?"

"Haven't gotten that far."

Luka grabbed another popsicle from the freezer, it was like back when he had gotten his tongue pierced. He had had it checked out and nothing was wrong with the piercing or the slight scar so the only conclusion he could come to was something to do with his soulmate. Which was weird to think about because it caused a trill of happiness and an equal response of upset. He still held feelings for a certain pink designer after all.

"Oh my God! Have you seen it?! Have you seen it?" Alya's voice could be heard before her footsteps clamored across the deck. Signing, he grabbed a large cup of ice and took that too. They had band practice but his mouth pain was killing him.

"What are you talking about Alya?" Oh hey, Marinette was here too.

"Ladybug! I had a short interview with her and she got her tongue pierced!"

"What?" Okay that wasn't his voice but Juleka was keeping the convo going and he stayed where he was just out of sight for a moment.

"Yeah! She got her tongue pierced! I asked her why she wasn't talking as much in the last few akuma battles and her face looked like she was in pain so she just stuck out her tongue and then yo-yo'd away!"

"That's cool but it must be painful." Marinette was coming around the corner and paused as she saw Luka, raising a fine arched brow as if waiting for an answer.

"It was so cool! I almost missed it on camera but look Rose!"

"Hey Marinette."

"Hey Luka, I have an important question. For tongue piercings at what point is kissing considered okay?"

"Four to six weeks depending on the person and their healing ability. Sometimes its less and if you take good care of it then usually a month as long its not tonsil hockey battle." The response was a knee jerk reaction and recited the exact same words his piercer gave him.

"Hm well I guess I can live with that for now." Why was she getting closer and why- Oh. Oh. Marinette was kissing him. Wait. Kissing him?! Luka froze up and a blush took over his face, causing the sneaky girl to giggle as she pulled back. Patting his cheek with a shy smile, Marinette promptly stuck out her tongue to reveal a bar with two balls the color of Viperion's suit.

"Wait, what?" Luka.exe has crashed.

"You work on getting your brain working again and maybe you can get a second chance at that kiss later."

Oh hell.

#pro lukamari #lukanette endgame #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #jules is us #sha la lala kiss the boy #identity reveal oops

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awake-my-oceans · 3 years

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so sorry for the dumb question but i recently started the cased closed manga after i saw ur posts and was confused where kaito kid came in?? are they in the same universe? i searched it up and i found some results saying that he's from another manga by the same mangaka but some that say that he's in case closed too. tysm!!

Dear anon, that’s not a dumb question; this is a weird topic with a weird fan base. Detective Conan (the English dub is called Case Closed) has been running since 1994, and it’s has a relatively small fan base outside Japan (where it’s HUGE). Aka, most people talking about Detective Conan will assume that you’ve been following the ins and outs of it for years, and will therefore fail to explain things like how Kaitou Kid is kind-of-and-kind-of-not a crossover. Bear with me.

I’m putting the rest under a cut since I got excited and this got long.

To be clear, I’m not one of those longtime fans, I got into it like……..8 months ago shgjwngjwnjfms. I guess I just followed the fandom convention of not explaining stuff. Until now!

Let’s start with the author, Gosho Aoyama. Early in his career, he starts a fairly lighthearted manga about the mishaps of a teenage magician who goes the not-at-all convoluted path of trying to hunt down his father’s murderers by being an international jewel thief. He also starts a child-aimed manga called Yaiba about a boy who’s competent at being a samurai and incompetent at pretty much everything else; when he learns he has to defeat a great evil, he goes on adventures via The Power Of Friendship.

At this point, Gosho says “ok but I want to launch a more successful manga.” Fair enough! So he starts Detective Conan, which turns out to be a whopping success. He’s having fun quietly referencing Yaiba in the background—it’s the show the Detective Boys/Junior Detective Club (depending on sub/dub) are obsessed with.

Gosho decides to have even more fun by bringing in Kaitou Kid for a one-off crossover. Except he made the (excellent) mistake of making Kaitou Kid so incredibly fascinating and have such great interactions with Conan that Kid keeps coming back out of sheer demand. Seriously. He keeps ranking second in popularity polls and it’s not even his manga. The fandom took one look at him and said “yeah, we’re keeping this one.”

(Then again, how could we NOT? Look at him. LOOK AT HIM.)

A lot of the groundwork for Detective Conan was lifted straight from Magic Kaito. Like. Shinichi (Jimmy in the dub) looks identical to civilian Kaitou Kid. In the non-canon movies, Kid keeps using his real face to disguise as Shinichi, to Conan’s great displeasure, and it’s hilarious. Plus, aside from the fact that Magic Kaito has one character who uses magic and Detective Conan is author-confirmed to not have magic, they live in the EXACT same world in the EXACT same city and the two mangas will in fact occasionally reference each other.

Most people gave up at this point, threw their hands in the air, and decided that for fandom purposes, Detective Conan and Magic Kaito were functionally the same universe narrated from two different perspectives. Hence, pretty much everyone referring to this as DCMK—aka Detective Conan-Magic Kaito.

Tldr—technically Magic Kaito is a different manga, but 1) they’re almost identical worlds and 2) Kaitou Kid appeared once in Detective Conan, making him so popular that he’s been brought pretty fully into the Detective Conan universe. He’ll pop up every fifty to a hundred episodes or so. Which I know sounds like a long time, and it is, but also the anime just celebrated its thousandth episode, so, uh, yeah.

If you want to speed run all the Detective Conan appearances of Kaitou Kid, you totally can—you don’t need canon context. I do recommend going in release order, because Conan and Kid’s relationship has fascinating development. The one Detective Conan plot-heavy episode featuring Kid is the Mystery Train episodes (701-704), so you might want to skip that for strong Detective Conan spoilers. Note that Kid works out that Conan is Shinichi early on in the timeline of the non-canon movies, but we have no confirmation that he knows this in canon, although there is plenty of speculation.

If you want a full-on dose of Kaitou Kid, you can also jump over to the Magic Kaito manga and anime! Featuring this mysterious, elegant, and highly competent gentleman thief being a very sweet teenager who is an absolute disaster at everyday life. I think that’s only in sub, not dub, but I could be wrong. Either way, it’s absolutely worth your while.

If you want more DCMK content, you can also hang around this blog, follow @redrobin-detective who has excellent DCMK stuff and actually dragged me into DCMK herself, and go check out the ao3 tag. Trust me, fully half of the DCMK tag is Conan or Shinichi interacting with Kaitou Kid.

Once I finish my vast DCMK wip, you can read that, too! It’s postcanon fallout of everything, with Kid and Shinichi/Jimmy as the main (platonic) relationship.

#dcmk #not bnha

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