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dalliancekay · 1 month

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Aziraphale does NOT need to suffer MORE

Can't believe I have to say this. TW: grief, mourning, death (sorry) I have, since falling into the fandom 6 months ago to escape real life, seen many takes on how Aziraphale needs to suffer in S3 to match Crowley's suffering. Mainly as the counterpart to the moment Crowley thinks he lost Aziraphale as he's looking for him desperately in the burning bookshop.

Then drinks, we suppose, to dull his pain, waiting for the Armageddon. Also, the way Crowley suffers at the bandstand argument, the 'I Forgive You' moments, which many people find utterly devastating and incredibly heartless from Aziraphale. Not to mention when he doesn't react in the 'right way' to Crowley's confession in the Final 15. And then on top of that, 'abandons' Crowley. Oh and also for, and I quote: "The smug and entitled way Aziraphale went around in S2 assuming Crowley would love and follow him everywhere." And for all this pain that Crowley endured for him, Aziraphale should suffer in S3, to I assume, even out the scores. Some people want to see him lose it, show his emotions, to cry or beg or otherwise show how much he misses Crowley and how very sorry he is for what he's done.

Now for the TW grief content I motioned above. You can skip to the next sentence in bold.

WE ALL SUFFER DIFFERENTLY I was on holiday late September last year, visiting my mum, stepfather and my two younger brothers. We went to a cousin's wedding. It was great. The day after, as I was hanging out reading a book my mum got a call. The kind of call every mother fears. My youngest brother (he was 27) died in an accident. We needed to speak to police and the coroner. She cried and cried. She's still crying. She asks questions. She gets no answers. I did not cry. I talked to the police. I googled a funeral home. I bought my brother his last set of clothes. He lived in a hoodie and torn black jeans. Mum wanted a suit. But he died in the one he bought for the wedding. I texted a lot of people. I bought snacks for the many friends who came to the funeral and wanted to speak to us after. My grief feels like a vice. I am not sad. I do not appear sad. Contrary to what people expect. But I am ANGRY. I am furious. But nobody can see this. I am not fine and I wish no one would ever* ask how I was again. TW/Personal content over. Since I was small (because I am weird like that) I genuinely wondered if, finding myself in danger, I could scream like people in films do. I don't think I could. I cope with hard situations, fear and stress and anxiety by shutting down, sometimes by retreating too, by furiously trying to find a way out. And I think Aziraphale does the same. And that's why I love him so much. And why I feel get him and understand that people sometimes can't tell how much he's actually feeling. I also express love the way Aziraphale does - by organising things for people I love, inviting them places, making plans. When Crowley said you call me for three things (and it's basically any old reason) I felt SO SEEN. This is what I would do with a friend who I know is feeling unmoored, sad, stuck. I'd text them with any old thing. I'd never actually say I love you, how can I help though, I would try to get them to talk, meet me, go somewhere. Aziraphale does not express emotions the same way as Crowley.

But his emotions are valid nonetheless. He is worried for Crowley from around 3 minutes into their acquaintanceship. And he NEVER stops worrying.

And are we quite sure he has never lost Crowley?

How many times did Aziraphale's heart freeze in horror when he realised Hell has taken Crowley and he had no idea if he'll ever come back and what is happening to him?

How did Aziraphale spent the night after vanquishing the demons and starting a war? He had no idea where Crowley was. He was probably sick with worry that Hell just took him away. We didn't see him drink, but surely, the worry must have been overwhelming. The wait for what will happen.

ALL his worries over the Arrangement. Was he worried for himself? Do we really think that?

Crowley thought he lost Aziraphale in S1, yes, we saw that. And what happened to the angel then?

He got blown into atoms which I bet wasn't pleasant and when he arrives in Heaven he limps. Why is he hurt? Why is he quickly pretending he isn't? Why is he always hiding how he feels? Also, he immediately deserts, wants no part in the Holy War and quickly finds an extremely unconventional way to get back. It's not a grand gesture, he doesn't deliberate, doesn't worry that he will Fall (although surely that must have been what he thought), there's no pomp around it, he thinks it and then does it. No hesitation.

Is this coming from an angel who just can't leave Heaven behind and longs to be a part of it? Who loves to follow rules? And let's not forget in those moments Aziraphale thought Crowley was most likely gone. That he probably left for Alpha Centauri. Last he heard from him he was told he was talking to an old friend and had no time for him. Why we NEVER talk about how that might have felt for Aziraphale?

Things are not as simple as Aziraphale has been supressing his emotions and lying to himself about how he feels and he should get over it and become free. That's not how this works. He was suppressing his emotions OUT OF LOVE. His main goal was always to keep Crowley safe. They simply couldn't run away or hoodwink Heaven and Hell. They had nowhere to go. They had no hope and yet they kept loving each other. That's courage. I know we all grew up with Romeo and Juliet and Heathcliff and Cathy and we FORGOT that those were CAUTIONARY tales. And this is not what Aziraphale wants for them. He would never allow himself to go so fast he would hurt Crowley. He feels guilty enough for agreeing to the Arrangement and for meeting Crowley at all when he knows they can be discovered and punished at any point. And Crowley knows it and RESPECTS it. He does not tolerate Aziraphale's decision to not go on a date and to hell with circumstances. He understands Aziraphale's reasoning and he respects Aziraphale's decision. Don't forget, they have NO POWER. They can't change Heaven and Hell. They can't stop believing in God and work on their religious trauma. Their Heaven and Hell are real places with real power and they BELONG to them. Aziraphale's trauma and his personality are deeply intertwined and he'd probably never be the kind of person who is open in showing their grief or stress. He will learn to be more open, I' sure. With his love especially, we see him reaching for and touching his demon in S2. Openly being with him, looking at him without guarding himself. They got a little bit of freedom for themselves despite ALL odds. So. Just because Aziraphale is not crying and screaming and I dunno, tearing his hair out or whatever some people would have him do, does not mean he isn't overflowing with pain, fear, uncertainty, doubts, worries, and so much anxiety that if he let it all out, half of the solar system would turn to ashes.

Aziraphale does not need to suffer in S3 to level out Crowley's suffering. They are, unfortunately, equal in their pain as they are in love. If there is one thing Crowley would never abide, it'd be this take from the fandom. * One more note on grief: (obviously from my personal experience) As initiated by @anthony-crowleys-left-nut in a comment

It's not that I mind to know people care and worry etc, but asking how I am can only end in me lying (fine, thank you) and both of us knowing it's not really true and feeling awkward or not lying (I feel like shit, mostly cos I can't sleep and think the world is a stupid unfair place) and both of us feeling awkward anyway. Does that make sense? I wish I could tell friends/colleagues to ask what I've been up to or something similar instead. What I've been reading (um, AO3, but I'll make something up), watching, do I want to go see some spring flowers bloom (I do).

#aziraphale #good omens #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #neil gaiman #ineffable divorce #aziraphale my beloved #good omens thoughts #aziraphale defense squad #suffering in silence #grief #tw grief #dealing with grief #loss #tw death #kaypost

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wnobin · 4 months

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dinosaurs and bears 🦕

childhood crush! anton x fem! reader

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

chapter synopsis: anton goes away.

intro | part one | part two | part three | part four (final!)

one year ago.

since that night where anton brought up you never attending his competitions, you told yourself you would change that. it didn’t make sense to make your best friend upset over you not being there to support him just because you couldn’t handle seeing him in his best state— his hair dripping wet, muscles on show and a slight smug look on his face when he gets first place yet again.

you had begun to attend anton’s swim meets more frequently, going whenever you had spare time and making sure to bring his favourite snacks with you to reward him when he was done. over the year, you managed to gain more control over your reactions and you no longer stumbled over your words when a shirtless anton would run over to you, asking if you saw how well he did. however, your cheeks and tips of your ears still went red and you couldn’t manage to make eye contact with him, your eyes looking everywhere but his face, or his body.

you were proud of him, undoubtedly. you watched anton crawl out of his shell and become more confident in himself through swimming. but how soft spoken and gentle he was never changed. after every practice or competition you attended, anton made sure to walk you home despite how exhausted he was. there were times where he was too tired to keep up with the conversation and you both would walk in silence, enjoying each other’s company. at this point, there was a sort of tension between the two of you. neither of you acknowledged it, of course. you knew it wasn’t normal for you to get flustered over your best friend clinging to your arm because he was too tired to walk, and it wasn’t normal to be up late at night unable to sleep because your head was clouded with thoughts of him.

anton knew nothing about it. he just thought you would blush seeing him straight out of the water because you weren’t used to seeing him without a shirt. he was still unsure about his feelings for you. it was normal for him to want you around him all the time, right? totally normal for him to get sulky when you’re not here to cheer him on when all his other friends and family are. this routine continued up until anton’s graduation. he was fortunate enough to be given a college scholarship for his exemplary swimming records.

“really?! that’s amazing! i’m so happy for you!” anton was engulfed in a tight bear hug and slightly taken aback, not used to the close proximity between the both of you. he chuckled and shyly thanked you, hugging you back. you were genuinely proud of him, seeing how hard he trained these few years. “so where are you going?”

anton freezes when he hears your question. he pulls away from the hug, scratching his head while looking away. “well… it’s kinda far. a few hours away from home and i would be living in a dorm.” your heart shatters when you hear this. you’ve spent ten years of your childhood and teenage years seeing anton almost everyday. even when you were sick and couldn’t hang out with him, you would wave to him through your bedroom window and try to shout across to each other. of course you were excited for this opportunity for him but you couldn’t help but feel saddened by the distance that would eventually grow between the two of you. still, you managed to hide your feelings with a small smile. “that sounds fun. you’ll get to make more friends and you always told me how you wanted to travel somewhere new, right?” you were right, but anton had always wanted to travel somewhere with you, he just never mentioned that part. no matter how hard you tried to hide your sadness, anton could still tell that a part of you was overthinking about your friendship. “we may not live across each other but you can still call me everyday, you know that right? and i’ll be back during the holidays so don’t miss me too much. and don’t be a crybaby, okay?” anton stuck his pinky out for you, waiting for you to promise that you would remember him.

crybaby. that was one of the nicknames anton gave to you growing up. you were eight and crying at the doorstep of your house, refusing to go home because you lost your puppy plushie while out and wouldn’t go in without it. anton was doing his homework at the dining room table when he heard your wails from outside before dropping everything to see what was happening. your concerned parents explained to anton that you probably misplaced your plushie in school and left without it, turning you into an inconsolable crybaby. bending down, anton patted your head and stuck his pinky out. “i’ll help you find it, okay? so don’t cry anymore!” you stopped sniffling and nodded, his soft smile reassuring you as you intertwined pinkies with him. anton kept his promise and the next day he went all around the school looking high and low for your puppy which alike the rest of your plushies, had a small bow around its neck. he eventually found it in the library where you liked to hang out during breaks to escape from all the crowd and noises. when he brought it back to you, he expected you to jump up and down from joy but yet, you burst into tears again. he was taken aback, about to start comforting you when you wrapped your arms around him tightly, burying your face in his chest (and covering his shirt in tears and snot) whilst thanking him in between cries. that was probably when you fell for him. but then again, anton had always gone out of his way just to make you smile that it was hard to narrow down exactly when you caught feelings for the boy.

this was probably your chance to confess to him, tell him that you could never forget him, your first love. instead, you nodded and interlocked pinkies with him, sniffling softly. “we’ll be together again one day.”

#riize #riize x reader #riize fluff #riize smut #riize imagines #riize anton #anton lee #anton fluff #anton imagines #riize anton x reader

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autisticlancemcclain · 3 months

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fic rec friday 60

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Dream, Seam by @ardett and @maychorian

Lance is the blue paladin. The Galra realize this before he does.

y'all....this au is insane. like genuinely one of the coolest concepts i have seen in this fandom. lance, taken by the galra as an infant and raised by them (altho they treat him like shit, obviously, so fair warning for that), as an asset, because they know he is the blue paladin, because he can See things he should not be able to see? and then he has to get integrated into voltron...yall nothing i can say can do this au justice. there's this almost ethereal feel to the entire fic, there were several moments where my chest was swoopy and my breathing was off bc i was like oh god oh god oh god. the complicated relationships, lance's struggle, and ALSO BONUS!!! das thace!!! i miss dad thace!!! do my fellow voltron geriatrics remember when dad thace was everywhere!! bc i do!! and i miss it!!!

2. five times someone didn't know keith and lance were dating, and one time everyone did by Shorty

Keith shrugs nonchalantly. “I’m still mad about the whole ‘babe’ thing.” ... Or, exactly what the title says.

there is nothing i can say about this fic that isn't in the title 💀 it's exactly what it says it is. and it hits. but some crumbs to intrigue you: 1) one of the tags on this fic is 'hunk is a hunk', 2) it's a 2016 fic, and 3) trust me.

3. Some Secrets Don't Need To Be Kept by @squirenonny

Keith finds out he's part Galra. It's not as big a deal as he expects.

look. sometimes i just want things to be soft. what if keith had it easy? for once in his fucking life? what if people chilled the hell out? for ten minutes? this is seven thousand words of people being like hey keith u know what. take it easy. we got u babes. and i am grateful

4. How to Fake an Interest in Biochemical Engineering by @squirenonny

Shiro has a crush on Matt Holt. But every time he runs into Matt he ends up embarrassing himself. Shiro's best friend Allura is no help. His little brother Keith is even worse. But Shiro is going to make his move before graduation if it kills him. (And it just might kill him.)

SHATT SHATT SHATT SHATT SHATT. shockingly, i didn't just choose this one bc of the recent discourse lol. this is another 2016 fic that i adore. it's just -- disaster shiro, whipped shiro, down bad shiro, sweet matt, cackling keith, shiro who is dying of embarrassment, gay as all fuck shiro, etc etc. it hits. i laughed.

5. Neighbors by starryeyedchar

Lance stood in front of him, but it was a Lance he'd never seen before. Granted, Keith didn't know him well by any means, but he was positive that the regular Lance would be leaning against the doorframe with a smirk, maybe a couple finger-guns. Not this. This Lance had wrapped himself in a blanket, and was still shivering slightly. His skin was much paler than usual, with flushed cheeks and sweat on his brow. He sniffled. “Um.” Or the one where Keith and Lance live in apartments next to each other, and Lance is too sick for Keith to just leave him by himself.

this one is just very dorky and sweet. i love any fic that captures the exact moment in keiths brain when he goes oh no oh shit oh fuck hes HAWT and lance looks like genuine actual shit actually. its so funny to me

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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homicidal-slvt · 4 months

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"That's Not Mistletoe"

MDNI

Peter Maximoff x GN!Reader

Warnings: Very Vague Angst, Pure Fluff, Cheesy As Fuck

Christmas time rolls around only once a year and honestly- that seems like once too many these days.

Missions, missions and more missions... God, life is a real kick in the ass, huh?

Then there's the holidays where things continue to be chaos and you just- miss your family. Miss what it used to be like as a kid before everything went to shit. Oh well.

"Damn, who pissed in your cheerios?"

You look up to spot the one and only Peter Maximoff, standing there with a bowl full of cereal munching on it with his hand- Seriously, has this guy never heard of a spoon?

Is he your best friend? Yes. Does that mean you also think he's a hype-speed disaster? Definitely.

"Just a little sick of listening to Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree for the umpteenth time."

"Oooo, someone's a bit grinchy."

"Yeah, well- it ain't exactly 'The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year' for me."

"Maaaybe, I can change that."

Oh, you know that look in those big beautiful brown eyes. Deceptively adorable but most definitely going to get into trouble.

Peter is both the smartest and dumbest person you know. He can be super intelligent and quick witted but also often doesn't think things through fully.

However, you can't resist that charming grin and flicker of mischief. Deciding to up whatever this is into a game- a challenge. Peter loves challenges.

"Alrighty then. Go ahead and play my Silver Santy Claus. Make my spirit bright and merry."

••

You just lay pathetically on your back in the snow with the flakes falling on your face, not bothering to move at all.

"That is not how you make a snow angel."

"My bones hurt, Peter. You're lucky. Your speedy ass is warm by nature."

His eyes meet yours and there's something in the moment, his cheeks and nose ever so slightly red, snowflakes glistening in his silver hair. It looks like he belongs in a winter wonderland- genuinely got a bit of a cute Jack Frost look goin' on right now.

'Fwip'

Before you could stare too long in a silver blur he's abruptly flopped down into the snow by your side, star-fishing against the ground to make a snow angel, his foot nudging your leg in the process.

"Ah, god... Personal space, Peter."

"Oops."

••

Highlight of the day so far? Peter unintentionally ice skating.

He rushes by you carrying the cold wind with him, which is very much not appreciated given you were already feeling like a total popsicle...

He made a major error though- the sidewalk was a bit icy in a spot and you watch him go flying across the ground, feet straight out from under the poor guy.

You watch as he ends up face down in a random pile of snow, luckily he doesn't seem to be too injured or anything... So, like any good friend you start laughing like hell.

"Holy shit, dude. You okay?"

"Yep... Just wounded my ego."

He simply brushes it right off and flashes a bright grin up at you, snow clinging all over his face, some flakes trapped in his eyelashes...

Oh shit- cute...

Little did you know- his whole chest swelled with warmth at your laughter. It was like the cold and busting his ass was entirely irrelevant when he saw your beaming smile. This is all he wanted...

••

Decorating your room with Quickie? What could go wrong!

You stare at the stupid amount of silver tinsel just- everywhere. Like. He put it everywhere.

Because of course he went ham with the silver theme.

"We need more colors, Peter."

His elbow nudges your side as he comes to a halt by you, shuffling his feet and stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Are ya kidding? I think silver suits you almost as much as it does me."

Your eyes glance down to realize you also got wrapped in silver tinsel as well, an unamused expression gracing your face as you look back up at him.

It is funny but you aren't gonna give him that.

"More color, Peter."

"Alright, alright... I'll go get the other boxes."

••

Before you know it- you have gotten really into Christmas. It feels like you're a kid again, arranging the ornaments just so on the mini tree in the corner of your room. Everything else that happened to make you bitter towards the holiday fades towards the background.

Christmas is fun when you have someone to celebrate with.

"Look who's gettin' into the holiday spirit... Seems I really am Silver Santy Claus."

Your eyes roll dramatically as you turn to face a clearly overly-proud-of-himself Peter. You'd think he just saved a bus full of civilians with the twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah, okay, Santa."

"Wanna sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas-"

He was gonna crack a joke and tease you but had no idea where he was taking that and it also... Sounded a bit - well - yeah. An awkward pause follows and you can't stop yourself from laughing.

"Jesus, Peter. Stuff really just falls outta your mouth, huh?"

"The offer still stands."

Oh. Well now you're blushing. Not good.

He grins triumphantly rather than being embarrassed, instead just teasing the hell out of you anyway.

••

The colored light twinkle so vibrantly around your room, it truly feels like a fantasy land.

Your gaze lands on Peter who looks to be just as enamored by the Christmas lights, the colors reflecting across his hair and basking him in the vibrant glow, little flickers of blue, green, red and pink dotting in his big doe eyes.

He looks back at you after a moment and it seems he sees the exact same thing happening to you, colors dancing across your face in a mesmerizing fashion.

He points up at the ceiling to draw your attention there.

"Well, would ya look at that... It's tradition to kiss under it, right?"

"Peter... That's not mistletoe. That's a piece of a tree branch from the yard."

Not another word is uttered before your lips meet his anyway under the Christmas lights, Peter was never one to waste time after all. Fingers clutching onto his fluffy silver locks with his hands rested against your back to tug you impossibly close.

You taste the remnants of various sweets on his lips, warmth blooming through your veins as you two part after a moment.

"Does this count as your Christmas gift this year?"

"Shut up, Peter."

{This is so stupid but I wanted to write something for Christmas LOL}

{More Content}

#peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x gn!reader #peter maximoff x y/n #vee's various works #peter maximoff

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tinytinyblogs · 8 months

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Obsession: Your Point Of View

His love for you is overwhelming, and it is starting to consume you. You feel like you are being pulled into his world, and you are afraid that you will never be able to escape.

⚠yandere!Sunwoo, unhealthy relationship⚠

The Boyz masterlist here

Your pov His pov

"Where are you right now?"

"Where have you been?"

At first, Sunwoo was sweet and caring. He always asked about you and your day, and he seemed to genuinely care about you. But as you got to know him better, you realized that he wasn't who you thought he was. He was selfish and manipulative, and he didn't really care about you at all. The relationship that started out so sweet and promising turned sour. The butterflies in your stomach disappeared, the flowers stopped blooming, and the petals fell to the ground. The beautiful relationship you thought you had is now forgotten.

He bombards you with questions every time you go out. The same questions, over and over again. He wants to know where you're going, who you're going with, and what time you'll be back. He seems to be everywhere, controlling your every move. The once-beautiful flower path is now a prison, and his controlling behavior is making you sick.

"Why are you looking at him like that?"

He holds you tightly by the shoulders, trapping you in his gaze. His eyes are cold and calculating, like he could destroy the world in an instant. You wonder where your sweet boyfriend has gone, and why he has turned into this monster. You miss the sweet moments you used to share, and you don't understand why his eyes are now filled with obsession rather than love.

This is not how you imagined your relationship would be. You thought you would be happy and in love, but instead, you feel trapped and controlled. He doesn't seem to care about your feelings, and he is only interested in his own happiness. He is dragging you along in his world, and you feel like you are in a prison. "Why don't you trust me, Kim Sunwoo?" You ask him this question over and over again, but he never gives you an answer. You try to hold back your tears, but they keep falling. You feel like you are breaking down in front of him, and you wonder if this is what he wants. Does he want to see you cry?

"I love you, Y/N. I don't want to lose you. It makes me jealous and insecure to see how other people want you too. I hate the thought of you being with anyone else."

His love makes you feel scared and confused. You don't know if this is how love is supposed to feel. He screams at you about how much he loves you, and he only raises his voice to you. He claims that he is the only one who could love you like that, and you think that's sick. Your days are no longer filled with joy and excitement. You wake up, greet him, eat together, watch movies together, talk to him, and give him the affection he wants, but it all feels empty. You don't feel the same way about him anymore, but he seems to be living in a dream.

You had thought about breaking up, and you believed it was the best decision for both of you. You didn't want to stay with someone who didn't feel the same way about you anymore, and you wanted to be able to live your life the way you wanted. But when you finally said the words, he went mad.

"I don't want you to leave me. I love you and I care about you more than anyone else. I can't imagine my life without you. Please don't do this."

The word "forever" coming from his mouth makes you feel scared and uneasy. He seems insane, and you know that he will do anything to make you stay with him. This sounds like a nightmare to you. He will lock the door to keep you from leaving, and his sweet smile doesn't match with his actions. He seems like a devil hiding in an angel costume.

"Sunwoo, please stop. You're scaring me." You couldn't think straight. All you could do was cry. You didn't used to be this weak, but Sunwoo had made you feel small and useless. The hell he had created for you made you feel like you were nothing in this world. He was beyond anything you had ever imagined. He seemed to be able to do anything, and you were terrified of him. You couldn't see him as the same person anymore.

"Listen to me, my love. We are meant to be together. I don't know why you don't see it, but we have plenty of time to figure it out. You are mine and I am yours. That's the point. So love me the way you are supposed to."

In the end of the story, you are stuck with someone who claims to care about you so much and loves you so much, but his actions make you feel like you are living in hell. You can't do anything to escape. Cute love stories are all a lie. They only work if you meet the right person in the first place. But for you, love is going to be the world you hate so much. Every time you hear the word, it doesn't make you feel satisfied. It makes your heart pound so fast, not because you love it, but because you hate it with all your heart.

You should have realized it sooner. You should not have gotten caught up in his world, in the game he created. Thinking about what could have been if you had never met him makes you cry even more. Life would have been so much better than being stuck with him. But what's the point now? You can't run away anymore. You are his beloved, and he will protect you in his world, no matter what.

"Y/N, I love you so much. I don't need anyone else in my life. You make me feel complete. Please don't cry. I'm here for you. We're in this together. I promise to love you forever."

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tomorrowxtogether · 1 year

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TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s Beomgyu Is Finding Joy Everywhere

Beomgyu reflects on how TXT has evolved over the years and life in the spotlight

“It’s been a perfect day so far,” Beomgyu announces as he takes his seat in an Osaka, Japan hotel room. It’s a sunny day, near lunchtime, and while the members of TOMORROW X TOGETHER don’t have a concert the day we meet, there’s still plenty on the agenda for the bandmates (this solo interview included) as they prepare for tomorrow’s show.

If the day’s schedule feels daunting at all, Beomgyu, who is essentially the middle child of the five-member group, doesn’t show it. He seems genuinely happy to chat, happy to be on tour, and happy to reflect on the factors that coalesced to get TXT to this point in their career. In fact, the longer the day goes on, the more enthusiasm Beomgyu seems to have.

Beomgyu was known as the “mood maker” of the team for a long time, a phrase mostly used in K-pop to designate a group member who can be counted on to energize everyone around them. “I always think I should pay back all this energy and love,” he says, nodding as he speaks, his shaggy black hair swishing in front of his eyes. “So I try to do that.”

These days, though, he doesn’t feel as much responsibility to set the tone. “The joy that I get the most in my everyday life is my members,” he explains. “Recently, all the members have become mood makers.” Beomgyu notes that his fellow TXT members (Soobin, Yeonjun, Taehyun, and Hueningkai) tend to see each other more often than they see their biological family these days. “I think we were close to being best friends before, but now I think we are a true family,” he says with a smile.

The group is on the road right now for the “ACT: SWEET MIRAGE” tour (secure tickets here), and Beomgyu shares that prior to 2022’s “ACT: LOVE SICK” tour, he didn’t get nervous in the moments right before the band steps onstage, when the crowd’s anticipation reaches thunderous levels. This year, though, the scale has increased: “Now, since the stages got bigger, and the venues got bigger, and I have to fill up a bigger stage, I think there is more pressure. I try to change the pressure into good nerves.”

Like the mood maker aspect of TXT’s group dynamic, the members share responsibilities musically, too; they each sometimes sing and sometimes rap, and all are very strong dancers. Beomgyu’s deeper, huskier voice is easy to identify in the mix. The story goes that when he first appeared on the radar during a talent search, staff members at the former Big Hit Entertainment (now HYBE) were willing to travel to Beomgyu’s hometown of Daegu, South Korea to complete his audition since he was nervous about missing school. They weren’t going to let a talent like this get away, even during exam week.

There’s a concept in K-pop called “duality,” and Beomgyu is considered a prime embodiment of this phenomenon. The term refers to the switch some artists can pull off between their onstage and offstage personas; Beomgyu’s reputation when spending time with his members is sillier and goofier than the sharp, poised identity he can assume in front of audiences or the camera.

What’s even more fascinating is the way he can transition back and forth between the two: During the concert at the Maruzen Intec Arena in Osaka, Beomgyu sections off part of the crowd near him and leads them in spontaneous choreography with their bright, glittering lightsticks. To an outsider, the audience members appear so coordinated that they might assume Beomgyu had planned this moment ahead of time; in reality, the onlookers are just that locked in when he stands before them. They’d follow him anywhere. Moments later, still giggling as the next song begins, Beomgyu slips back into professional mode without batting an eye.

Beomgyu clearly finds joy onstage, but he also revels in the magic of songwriting. He’s not the sort of creative that keeps a notebook of ideas, he explains, but rather the kind that has to let inspiration strike. “I have to walk the corridors or watch the sunset, and then I go into the studio right away and do all nighters for two or three days,” he shares. “I someday want to write a song that solely has my story and my vibe.”

Throughout the “ACT: SWEET MIRAGE” tour, the members have been performing a currently unreleased song called “Blue Spring,” which Beomgyu says “incorporates the stories of all the members.” By the end of the global trek, as audiences continue to familiarize themselves with the song, he’s hopeful that the crowd will be singing the lyrics back at full volume. In the meantime, though, his priorities are set: “I just want to pull off a really perfect show with my members,” he says.

As for what Beomgyu envisions beyond the working world in which the five members are so enmeshed, he’s content taking it day by day. “My goal is living happily and finding small happinesses,” he says before pausing, thinking about a time even further down the road. “Maybe one day I can open my own coffee shop and live quietly.”

#txt #tomorrow x together #230517 #consequence #article #beomgyu #choi beomgyu

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superectojazzmage · 2 years

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So. Got back from Thor: Love and Thunder a while ago. Have… opinions.

THE GOOD

Christian Bale is fantastic as Gorr. Completely steals the show. Dominates every scene he’s in, delivers a powerful performance that is, frankly, too good for the movie. It’s like he’s in a completely different film then everyone else. That is also a negative more on that later.

Most of the acting is good in general. Chris Hemsworth continues to do Thor well, Natalie Portman is wonderful, Tessa Thompson sells her feelings, Russel Crowe manages to get some of the few genuine laughs, everyone is doing their best with what they were given.

Action scenes are very good. There aren’t enough of them, honestly, but what action scenes there are are pretty awesome.

The core story arc the film is built around is a great premise. This whole idea of Thor going on a spiritual journey of self-discovery while stopping Gorr’s deicide is a strong idea for a movie. Execution… is lacking, again more on that later.

Visuals are great. Yeah, it’s Marvel Studio’s usual overuse of CGI, but they DO manage to get the visual style and aesthetic of the proper Marvel Comics universe down really well. Eternity especially looked absolutely amazing just as he should.

Jane Foster with Thor’s powers was handled infinitely better then in the comics, not that it’s Jason Aaron’s crap run is a high bar to clear. She has an actual character arc, is genuinely likable, and they even had the balls to let her die and stay dead in Valhalla. Kudos.

The resolution of the story with Gorr’s daughter and all that was good. Powerful stuff, or it would’ve been in a better movie. Again, the idea was solid. Thor as a dad is good growth.

Soundtrack is nice. Hair metal and Marvel Thor go together like bread and butter.

THE BAD

Pacing is breakneck and godawful. Nothing has any room to breath. Everything is rushed. Everything meaningful or good or fun is crammed into little spaces to make room for the jokes. Speaking of…

The humor just does not work. There is far too much of it, disrupting and undermining the larger narrative, and most of it just does not land at all. It’s “self-aware” quippy humor at its most obnoxious and terribly executed. Some good gags here and there but drowned out by crap. Even good gags are dragged out and beaten to death; the fucking goats were funny the first two or three times and never again after that.

Tone is all over the fucking place. Christian Bale feels so much like he’s in a different movie it’s laughable and destroys any drama. It’s like a character from Schindler’s List stumbled into Animal House. Every somber moment is interrupted with cringeworthy gags. The “80s adventure movie” vibe is inspired and perfect for Thor, but not this specific story arc; perhaps if they had done something like Beta Ray Bill it would’ve worked better.

While the visuals are good in how they LOOK aesthetically, it’s also still Marvel Studios CGI-everywhere barf. Very little has weight. You can tell everyone is just standing around in green screens, no idea they’re even supposed to be reacting to.

Despite the good premise, the story is a mess. Clumsily executed on so many levels. The deck is constantly being stacked in Gorr’s favor with no attempt at nuance or counter-argument… but the film chickens out at last minute and refuses to commit, which is somehow almost more insulting and offensive then if it HAD gone all in with its “religion bad” undertones. Either throw the punch or don’t raise your hand at all.

Missed opportunities to do more abound. Like many of Marvel Studios’ work, there is no real effort to faithfully adapt stuff from the comics. Most characters are wasted as plot devices, especially Eternity. Arbitrary changes hurt the story. And again, the lack of depth and nuance is palatable; I thought they would go for “Jane gets sick but finds strength in faith and hope, while Gorr’s loss of faith and hope poisons him physically and spiritually” which would’ve been beautiful. But nope, “Gorr is right”.

Dialogue was terrible. In addition to all the awkward attempts at self-aware jokes, even serious dialogue struggled to sound right.

It feels like they couldn’t decide an audience. The premise, themes, violence, and risqué parts make you think they’re going for adults but on the whole it is very much a kids movie, in a bad way. Constant STUFF happening like jingling keys to entertain a kid which is probably what they were going for. Scared to ever get dark while having a paradoxically grim plot.

The representation and LGBT+ stuff is embarrassingly shallow and desperate “look at us aren’t we so progressive!” stuff. It’s all either done as a joke or in a quick, easily-edited out manner.

All in all… very disappointing, especially from Taika Waititi. Spider-Man, Doctor Strange, and Moon Knight made me think the MCU still had value. Love and Thunder and Ms. Marvel have disabused me of that notion, and even made me look back on those three with a more critical eye.

Saw someone muse that this may mark Waititi’s transition from “beloved indie darling” to “just another Hollywood insider” and yeah. I think so.

#thor love and thunder #thor movies #thor 4 #love and thunder #mighty thor #Thor love and thunder spoilers #love and thunder spoilers #tlat spoilers #marvel spoilers #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #marvel comics #mcu criticism #taika waititi #movies #movie review #hollywood

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can we get something about Tim being comforted by his partner? we all know he needs it sometimes :(♡ just lots of fluff and anything you'd like to add! thank you, no rush and take your time; mwah!

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Summary: Tim goes through a lot and sometimes he can't handle it. So he always tends to come to you for a sense of comfort and stability. Being his rock is a lot too sometimes, but to you, it's worth it.

Warnings: mentions of distress, injuries that happened in canon, yelling and shouting, behaviors that imply being moments from a panic attack, and the mention of punching a hole in a wall. Spoilers for entry 59.

Author’s Snip: I loved this request sooooo much. Also sorry for not writing, I haven't been in a writing mood recently. Also this is mostly hurt comfort but there's some fluff to it a bit.

Notes: This takes place right after Jay and Tim's fight in entry 59 and also mentions the part where Alex breaks _____'s knee in a previous entry, which currently evades me rn. Cencoring because of spoilers even though I'm sure you all have seen the entire series at this point.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

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You would never call your boyfriend a handful. You would never call him something taxing. You would have something strike you dead if you ever even whispered it to yourself. Tim was a man with his own 'issues' that he's been dealt to live with, and you would never use that as a way to shame him.

But when he goes missing for days without any sign where he is or what he was doing, you'd get worried sick. You knew he was a very private man, but you had faith that if he ever ran off he'd either tell you or ask you to come with. Your fright only got worse when he showed up at your door step after having been gone for weeks with a busted knee and crutches, looking like he saw the gates of hell. You didn't ask any questions and just rushed him inside, and even when you did ask he said he just woke up in his car like that.

You didn't talk much about that day after that. You just let him stay with you till he felt like he was over staying his welcome. Which he wasn't, you would have let him stay till he was completely okay.

But whenever he did leave, you worried about him coming back to you in an even worse state. That's why when you heard a knock at your door in the dead of night you had that vision loom over you till you opened it.

It was in fact Tim, thankfully not physically beaten, but he looked very distressed. Something he used to do when his condition was at it's worse and he needed someone to be there to ground him and make sure he didn't hurt himself. But this was different. He just looked genuinely upset about something. You moved aside to let him in which he quickly did without saying a word.

"Is everything okay?" you muttered out. "No," Tim bursted out. "No! Everything's not okay! I just- It's just..." Tim exclaimed out but couldn't find the right words to describe what was wrong, like his feelings were flying everywhere and he hadn't properly collected them. His body language kept changing back and forth from that of a person who wanted to curl up and cry to a person who wanted to scream and punch holes in the walls, and neither of them stuck around to lock on either action.

"What happened?" you asked in a hushed tone and carefully walking towards him, like if too harsh of a voice or fast of a movement would spook him and make him worse. "Too much happened!" he shouted. You flinched at the volume of his voice. You knew he wasn't shouting at you. He was distressed and caught in between too many strong emotions and he doesn't know how to hold them still. You knew that. But you had never seen him this full of anger before. Upon recovering from the misplaced tone, you cautiously placed your hand on his upper arm. "Tim. What happened?" you repeated.

In that moment, Tim seemed to just come crumbling down. He practically latched onto you, almost making you fall down, and had just started to spill out so many things. You couldn't keep up with all of it, he was talking too fast. What you managed to take in was him talking about his condition coming back in full force after it had seemingly gone away, then side tracking talking about when he came to you that day with that busted knee and how terrified you looked for him, and something about a channel, an old acquaintance, and then his medical documents and something about a guy named Jay. All the while you had lead him to your couch so that he wouldn't fall to the floor as his body crumbled. Once he was done, he had practically sunk the two of you into the couch completely and he held onto you like you were the only thing still keeping his wits together. And he shook like one of those terrified little dogs.

You just held him. You held him as tight as you could and consoled him. That's all you could do. All you could do was just rub up and down his back and mutter "It's okay." and "I'm here." into his hair while Tim himself just shook and seemed on the boarder of crying.

"I'm not crazy, right?" Tim asked very suddenly. Before you could ask "What?" out of confusion, he looked up at you. "I'm not crazy, right? You don't think I'm a psychopath or anything?" he asked. He looked like he was frazzled, like his last wits will be spent and he'd ball and hyperventilate if you didn't answer in time. "No," you answered quickly.

"No. No, Tim. I don't think you're crazy. Not at all." you responded and you carefully held his face in your hands. "You aren't a psychopath and you're not crazy. You just... have a lot going on." you explained. "You have a lot of things going on and you don't fully understand it." .

"I don't know what's wrong with me," he trembled out. "I just want to be normal. Why does this have to happen to me?" Tim cried. You went back to holding him tightly and ran you hand through his hair. You muttered "I know." and the past phrases of "It's okay." "I'm here." as you kissed which ever part of his head you could reach and gently shushing as he wept.

You don't know how long you stayed there holding, muttering to, and kissing him, but at some point you stopped for a moment and realize that he had fallen asleep, probably having weeped himself into exhaustion. Even then you didn't stop holding him. You just did your best to position the two of you so you could lay on the couch and let yourself fall asleep. The bed that you were originally about to fall asleep in before he came didn't matter anymore. Tim was far more important than that. Tim is more important than just about everything in your book.

#slenderverse #marble hornets #mh tim #tim wright #slenderverse x reader #marble hornets x reader #mh tim x reader #hurt comfort

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orangesunsets12 · 1 year

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I may have realized this crazy late, but Steve's dream of having 6 kids and traveling during the summer in an motorhome is a stark contrast to how he lived his childhood, which is probably the reason he has this dream in the first place.

Steve is likely an only child, which would make him probably feel lonely, as he never had anyone to play with or even talk to, especially during his childhood. He had Tommy and Carol, sure, but they couldn't stay at his house all of the time. They couldn't play games or talk until past their bedtimes, they couldn't be there when he was having a rough time at home, they often couldn't walk with him to school.

Steve would always be jealous of people with siblings, because, even though he was always told that it sucked to have a brother or sister, he could see how much they all cared for each other, how they were always there. He could see how they would keep an eye out for one another, always bickering fondly, all bark no bite. How they were always around, a lingering presence that would be annoying but oddly comforting. Mike and Nancy still took care of each other, even though they tried to show that they hated each other (Steve could still see that they were close, though), and Jonathan would never hurt Will. He was always there, always grounding Will when life became too much. They were all as close as can be. Bonded by blood and family.

Steve wanted that, and, as much as Dustin was like a younger brother to him, he couldn't help but feel like he was still missing something, missing the connection to someone else that Will and Jonathan had, or even Mike or Nancy. A connection only those connected by blood had.

He promised himself that, if he had a kid, he would have another, because he never wanted his child to feel lonely. To miss that sibling playfulness and affection that Steve never experienced himself. To be lonely, to lack a presence that many others had. To never have someone who knew them more than even parents did.

His summers were filled with parties full of people but empty of meaning. He was always stuck in Hawkins, chained to his house and his pool , while his parents went everywhere. Paris. Italy. Greece. Egypt. New York. Canada. Everywhere. But he never went with them, he never went anywhere. He got used to seeing the same trees, the same roads, the same buildings, and his heart yearned for something more. There was a whole world out there that he wanted to see, one that he desperately reached for, a world that refused to let him in. He got used to the sick feeling in the stomach knowing that he would see the same sights every year, that he would be stuck. He never wanted anyone else to feel this way, especially his children.

Steve figured that summer trips in a motorhome would be perfect. As much as it would be a lot of driving, he and his family could go anywhere they wanted to, stop at ever sight and take photos by as much nature and life as they wanted. They could play silly games in the car, laugh over stories, and bicker like families do. Long gone would be the parties filled with fake smiles, a fake happiness that would fade by morning. Everything would change, there would be genuine happiness, and no one would feel alone or trapped.

This was Steve Harrington's dream. He wanted a life for his kids that he never had himself, a life that he yearned for, a life full of relationships and experiences and love. A life that his kids would be thankful for, and one that he would be thankful for, too.

#steve harrington #steve stranger things #I have too many thoughts regarding this character #someone help #fatherly steve harrington #steve harrington character study #sort of

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saved-for-me-own-stories · 3 months

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OC Birthday Facts: Naphtali

I'm finally back on this thing! I'm very excited to start posting these again, and especially for my man Naphtali. He's a blast.

Birthday: January 20, 1839

How he usually spends it: Running. Like, constantly. He is always brimming with energy on his birthday (possibly built up from a month of being cooped up), so he runs everywhere. He probably doesn’t even have the patience for breakfast. He just grabs the closest human (usually Baron) and goes outside for a roam about the grounds. Yes, it’s cold. No, he doesn’t care. Baron isn’t a fan of this, but he usually has a decent time by the end. (Melisande knows they’ll be hungry, so she makes a picnic lunch for them and has Travers set it up near where they are. Naphtali always has fun trying to find it.) When they eventually come inside, Naphtali just gets dressed up in his finest clothes and waits to see what happens. Sometimes, there’s a ghostly ball. Sometimes, there’s a feast. Sometimes, something else entirely. Melisande (with ghostly assistance) makes a grand dinner and some sort of dessert. He doesn’t make the plans for his birthday, but he always enjoys it.

How he would choose to spend it: He very much wishes he could see more of Melisande on his birthday. She’s almost always off making preparations, and he hardly gets to spend any time with her. Some years, it’s a little better (I think a few times, he even managed to pull her along on his exploration of the grounds). But he misses seeing her. He also misses spending birthdays with his family and some of their friends who aren’t there anymore.

Favorite birthday dessert: Oh, he has a huge sweet tooth, I think, so he’s very happy with whatever delicious dessert he gets (especially if it’s a surprise). However, he’s secretly a little biased toward the pies Melisande makes.

Best birthday in his past: His first birthday after the War (I think he was turning 27). Oh, he’d had fine birthdays even during the War—the Flint-and-Steeles were grand fellows, and he loved to be in their company—but to be home? With his family, with Melisande, with Baron? Not out in the middle of the woods, just waiting for combat to resume? It was wonderful.

Worst birthday in his past: Any birthdays where he’s cooped up in his room. He’s had a number of these, whether sick or injured or just still feeling horrible from before (tell you later). The worst was probably his sixteenth. He was miserably sick, he couldn’t go out and do anything, he hardly saw anybody most of the day except for servants and Doctor Galvan and whenever his parents or Melisande came in to visit. He never saw Baron at all.

Best gift: Okay, this one won’t make sense to anybody, because it would be slightly spoilers if I explained it properly, but the days that Melisande tells him are the absolute best birthday surprise he ever gets.

Worst gift: In the past, it was any sort of long trips on his birthday. Not that he didn’t enjoy whatever place he went to, but being cooped up in a carriage most of the day was unbearable. His parents eventually figured out either to tell him about the trip on his birthday (but actually go a different day), or to leave the night before his birthday and arrive that morning.

What he says he wants: Honestly, he doesn’t care terrifically what he gets. He’s happy with most things. But when he’s asked, as a kid or now, he usually would just reply that he wants a surprise. Whatever they do, whatever they give him, he’s most excited when he doesn’t have a clue what it is. (The phantoms, and especially the Band, have taken this as a challenge to try and startle him on his birthday. Nothing too bad, but just little pranks. They have an ongoing bet year to year as to who will succeed. Naphtali, of course, thinks it’s hilarious.)

What he actually wants: To be with all the people he loves best. Maybe it’s just an idea stuck in his head, but he genuinely feels more alive the day he was born. That’s why he never plans his birthday—it’s not about the things he does, but the fact that he’s alive to do them. His birthdays always remind him of that. And that’s why he wants to be with the people that he’s alive to see and talk with and be with at all. If he could have his way, they wouldn’t be apart all his birthday through.

Also, I'm going to tell you now, I think he will be very interested to find out how the Halwendes spend their birthdays, so that's fun.

As always, credit goes to @isfjmel-phleg for the template! :)

#the prometheus curse #birthdays #naphtali #character template #salt and light

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i mean, i say i've gotten overall less sick irt the undx'd neurological shit since i have stopped regularly working morning shift, because i have, but a few weeks ago before my 2nd time seeing g i had to leave an evening shift at work early bc for w/e reason i was feeling really unwell and was having paresthesia all over my lower legs and felt like i was gonna puke which got better once i was home and resting which isn't the exact same as what was happening before because it didn't come with the icy-hot searing pain in my upper back + being 7-8 on a pain scale for the rest of the day due to overall aching and then sharp stabbing pains everywhere that spoke to nerve issues (lmao i always forget i constantly have paresthesia and dysesthesia going on until i actively think about it since i've gotten so used to it. pins and needles and tingling and weird sensations on my arms and legs as i type this. certain things just make it much worse and thusly more noticeable) + worsening delerium and slurred speech to the point where it seemed like i was drunk. and it all would improve after laying down for a few ours - or at least some of it. the delerium and slurred speech definitely did. i thought i had an infection that day because in the past couple years when i've had infections neuro stuff seemed to get pretty bad. i was getting a cold sore maybe due to my cycle weakening my immune system so that could've been making it flare up?? i have no clue. i just remember having a uti that one time and getting burning pins and needles in my feet.

so i genuinely have like no fucking idea what triggers this stuff. they did a thoracic mri that showed no signs of any disc herniation yet this keeps happening on and off for over 2 years with the mri only happening when i was having searing pain focused around my shoulder. my only solid theory is craniocervical instability and my pcp said that was a possibility but i don't feel like i can ask for money from my dad to get assessed for it anytime soon considering how much financial support he's giving me already and still barely having enough money for me to get by.

and this has happened over the course of at least 2-3 years. if something is continually putting pressure on my spinal cord to the point that it can make me that neurologically fucked up even if it comes and goes rather than being permanent i would still like to know about it because that happening over and over again seems pretty fucking bad. idk i might bite the bullet and ask my doctor if there's anyone who could evaluate me at least for craniocervical instability or to at least get a motion x-ray even though they billed me $200 just to see him last. but i can't picture my dad being happy with me about that. i haven't asked him for help with that bill either. and i missed my last appointment because i straight-up forgot about it. there's also the fucking lung thing i never got x-rayed for again. god.

#chronic illness #spoonie #hypermobility spectrum disorder #elhers danlos syndrome #actually disabled #it speaks #body log

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I wlllld just like to hear whatever you want to talk abt regarding lizard! like a fun fact, an aspect of his design you're super passionate abt, stuff like that! as for lawyers: favourite miles moment so far & maybe (if yr feeling up to it) how you see phoenix & miles getting together!! (I'm abt to be high too in like an hour I have edibles bfjejehr I hope you're having fun!!! you can save this ask for later if you want also)

BESTIE i get. drinks from the local vape shop and theyre usually rlly good (the purple lemonade had a weird grassy flavor and i mean duh but it was REALLY noticeable but otherwise. gr8 luck) but the uh. the major problem is they dont have consistent stock EXCEPT the purple lemonade. so i uh. like last time was a super mellow chill high and today was. waaaaaaaaaaaayy more than i was banking on. fully zonked.

ANYWAYS. LIZARD. obvs hes a juggalo (miracles came on shuffle and im so. yea the world IS fuckin beautiful thank u violent j and shaggy 2 dope) uhhh fun facts! his face paint is actually that. face paint. you uh. think abt trying to use greasepaint on fur lol. he is also ACTIVELY DECAYING. for the most part hes holding up alright and nothing would really kill him. he's Undead. but he just. doesnt heal anymore.his eye is scarred bc he was missing it before he died but what his fur conceals is the fact that his arm is just. fully a fresh wound. 2 skin flaps stitched over what boils down to a mushy scab. he literally only stitched it up bc he was Sick of Bleeding everywhere. it's gross. hes gross.

aspect of his design im passionate abt— his CLOTHES!!!!! ofc for his design i used a base but the clothes were modified + ofc colored by me :3 his hoodie is based off this one + his shirt is Also a real shirt!! also ofc his facepaint. idk if i ever posted the mockup of it so here:

anyways like i think i said earlier he'd be more likely to rep Yum Yum Bedlam bc she represents punishment for corrupt desires and he was a lot lizard (which is the reason for his name— he chose it after he died and figured he needed sth a lil more... fitting for a an undead juggalo werewolf lmfao). but on the flip side, he'd be more likely to be judged by Fred Fury since while he was alive he would just roll with the punches and didn't ever really make a stand for himself or fight back. he was much better at laughing things off even if it wasnt sth he really.. should've.

+ NOW. LAWYER TIME~~

favorite Miles momentttttttt

HIS CONSTIPATED LIL SMILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGHGH!!!!! BESTIE IM WRAPPING HIM UP IN A TOWEL LIKE AN UNRULY KITTEN AND TORMENTING HIM WITH AFFECTION. SUFFER. IM MAKING HIM TEA AND LETTING HIM INFODUMP ABT STEEL SAMURAI AND LAW SHIT.

yeeeeeaaaa im feeling up to or at least im on the edge of being super paranoid sooo im just gonna answer lolol. ANYWAYZ.

like weve been talking abt in dms at the start we r dealing with. Miles "so unused to expressing genuine emotion that if i say anything remotely affectionate i will experience all 5 stages of grief simultaneously + flee" Edgeworth and Phoenix "shockingly oblivious for being a defense attorney/investigator, also with the like. worst sense of humor" Wright. Phoenix would need it spelled out to him like like yr teaching a baby how to spell "cat." and alternatively you couldnt pry Miles' real feelings from his cold dead lips. feelings r messy and imperfect after all. it gets so bad Maya starts googling "how to introduce cats to each other" half-jokingly bc between Miles' need for emotional exposure therapy and Nick being. Nick. she's gonna HAVE to coordinate their meal times and slowly let them get used to spending time in the same space for them to ever get anywhere.

part of me is like. Maya HAS to help in some capacity n i think at bare minimum shes EXCELLENT council for Phoenix when he bolts upright at 3am one morning when it hits his unconscious mind like a ton of bricks that the reason hes been having shoujo anime intro ass dreams abt Miles for months is bc he MIGHT be gay. big of heart dumb of ass. YET. on the other hand. 3-Hour Steel Samurai Lore Deep Dive (she nd Miles would be BESTIES. she slow-blinks at him enough to develop a bond. they need to hang out more. HE PAYS HER BAIL!!!!!! mission critical that they drive Phoenix insane Together)

yet at the same time. n what i think is so sweet, is that it just. happens. frustrating 4 everyone that for like. a whole entire fuckin year u could find Phoenix bringing Edgeworth tea, sitting w/ their knees touch while they discuss notes, Phoenix playing w/ Miles' fingers or hair, Miles asleep on Phoenix's shoulder after a long day— and if anyone asks if they’re dating they’ll get a very cheerful "nope haha ^_^" from Phoenix and maybe just a little huff from Miles so LIKE. Phoenix slowly and gently dismantles Miles' walls and could be sitting there holding his hand staring dreamily at him while Miles flips through a book w/ his free hand and inside Phoenix' head is just MACINTOSH PLUS - リサフランク420 / 現代のコンピュー 10 Hour Loop until again, bolt upright in bed sweating bullets speed dialing Maya's number to as her if she thinks hes gay.

so by the time they label anything Miles already has a toothbrush in Phoenix's apartment and has FORCED him to at LEAST buy a 2+1 shampoo/conditioner with a Separate body wash. please Phoenix he is BEGGING. and then they're dating. and Miles realizes the thing Phoenix has been saying when he does things like. buy a bathroom organizer and everything he needs for his Exact skincare routine as a surprise for when Miles spends the night next time is "i love you" and that he must've loved Miles for a very, very long time even if they are both Oh So Dense (extremely affectionate)

#ask #BESTIE THANK UUUUUUUUUUUUU #phoenix fully like. oh lemme memorize all these external facts which may or may not be useful bc Ya Never Know! for use later #but spend absolutely zero fucking time considering Myself #love is knowing Exactly which textures make Miles feel Gross and buying a special pillowcase.#love is Miles burying his nose against Phoenix' neck even though hes still not at a place where he regularly initiates touch

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iambrooke · 2 years

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Butterflies.

Summary: Sherlock starts to realise he’s in love with you.

TW: fluff, angst? (Sorry if I miss labelled this)

Request by @minha-cartinha-de-hogwarts, sorry it took so long! Hope you like this :)

(Female reader!)

Masterlist.

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He could feel it every time you walked in the room, he hated it so much that he loved it. The feeling inside his stomach when he was with you. It made him feel sick, but in a good way.

Sherlock didn’t know how to describe it, the feeling he felt when he saw you. Like the other day when you came over to visit John, he couldn’t help but stutter any time he spoke to you.

John, of course found it very funny but John didn’t quite realise what Sherlock was feeling. He was actually reading a book but all of a sudden he couldn’t concentrate on what he was doing. He had actually started reading the same sentence over and over again because he was more focused on your curves and the way your body moved, it had him in a trance. It was almost as if he was hypnotised.

Once you had left that day he could remember exactly what you were wearing in detail. In bed he could actually see you in his head, the way your trousers sat on your hips and the way your shirt sat on your chest.

The next day he still couldn’t focus. The image of you was interrupting his every thought, every word. He tried and tried to complete the case he was working on but he couldn’t do it to save his life. Every time he tried to enter his mind palace, at every corner he turned, he saw you. It was driving him mad, and he didn’t like it.

He didn’t like how nervous he got around you, his palms sweating from the way he was feeling. He felt as if that he said the wrong thing you would laugh at him, make a fool out of him.

The thought of being with you scared him shitless and it annoyed him but the thought was welcoming, it almost felt like home. Mycroft’s words echoed in his head.

“Love is a chemical defect, you never win Sherlock. Put your head on straight and focus now!”

He had never listened to his brother when he told him something, but for some reason that seemed to stick with him, which he hated even more than the feelings he had when he was around you.

Sometimes he felt like he could hear his heart pounding when you were around. He loved the way your name rolled of his tongue.

He must love you, right?

Finally he had enough, he was asking John what was wrong with him. The flat was quiet and John was reading a book. Sherlock actually had to work up the courage to ask him.

“John,” he called out.

“Mhm?” John questioned. Sherlock was embarrassed, he couldn’t help it.

“I think somethings wrong with me,” he said timidity.

“Well, Sherlock we already know that-” John started.

“No! Not that. Like actually something physically wrong with me,” he admitted shyly.

John looked up at Sherlock with genuine concern in his eyes.

“What is it? Describe it.” John replied, visibly worried.

“It’s just- whenever she’s here it makes me nervous. I cant eat, sleep or think without her creeping into my head! I get a strange feeling in my stomach and I feel like I’m going to be sick, but I’m not. When I go in my mind palace shes just there! Infecting my own mind it just-”

“Who Sherlock?” John asked gently.

“Y/N! She’s everywhere and I hate it but I can’t hate her! Why is she doing this?” He jumped up. “I don’t understand! Why can’t she leave me alo-”

John jumped up and grabbed Sherlock by the shoulders, just to stop him from pacing. Sherlock had his hands in his hair, letting out heavy breaths.

“Sherlock! You love her!” John smiled.

It made Sherlock stop. It had been right in front of him this whole time, he just hadn’t seen it. How had he missed it!

“What?” He spoke quietly.

He didn’t even give John the chance to reply before he was out the door. He ran down the stairs to be met with you.

He just stared at you for a moment, taking you in. It didn’t take him any longer.

“Sherlock what’s wrong-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence. His lips were on your, taking your breath away. His slender fingers wrapped in the hair at the bottom of your neck, his other hand on the small of your back.

You couldn’t help but melt into the kiss, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck. Eventually you had to pull away, your lungs burning.

Before you could get another word in he let it slip.

“I love you,” he gasped.

You didn’t say anything, you just smiled and pulled him in for another kiss. That’s when Sherlock knew.

He knew you loved him too.

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A/N: FIRST FIC IN LIKE FOUR MONTHS! And what a better way to start writing again than with Sherlock. Anyways I hope you like this @minha-cartinha-de-hogwarts <3

- Thanks for reading!

- Brooke

#fanfic #requests #fiction #short imagine #actors #bbc sherlock #bbc sherlock x reader

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lovely-angst · 3 years

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break ups and break ins

a/n: i didn't have any motivation to continue writing so it stayed in my drafts for forever. it's a super messy fic im not super proud of tbh i wanted to scrap it but i got so far lol

genre: angst to fluff

pairing: hawks x reader

summary: you and hawks break up, but someone breaks in?

word count: 3.7k+

09.16.21

"come on, stop being so sensitive," hawks groans with an eye roll as you gawk at him. "you think i'm being sensitive because I'm hurt that you're out there flirting with other girls while we are in a relationship?"

you scoff in disbelief before tears form in your eyes, "i can't believe you right now, keigo."

hawks' brows knit as he stares at you bewildered, "i've already told you that it's just an act i have to out up because of the commission. i can't let them figure out i have a romantic relationship with someone. you don't know what they would do or could do."

"but that doesn't mean you can flirt around with no boundaries!" your voice comes out loud as your arms flail out in front of you, tears streaming down your face, "do you know how much it hurts to see you on television sweet-talking every girl out there when you're my boyfriend? i thought you would respect what we have..."

"(name), just admit you're just jealous of the fangirls and leave it at that," hawks closes his eyes, shaking his head in frustration, "honestly, they appreciate me so much more than you do."

your eyes widen in shock as you feel your heart shattering into tiny pieces so small you aren't sure if you could piece it back up.

"keigo, i love you for who you are—not because you're hawks," your voice now small and laced with hurt. "if you can't see the reason why i am so upset, i think it's best if we end it."

hawks' eyes quickly glance to yours before they look away just as quick, "i think that's what's best too," he whispers, causing your brows to furrow in sadness as you purse your lips tightly.

taking a step forward, you wrap your arms around your now ex-boyfriend, taking in his comforting arms and smell, "thanks for everything." a heavy sigh left from his lips before he nuzzled into you, "can i hold you in bed one last time?"

words died in your throat as you felt the tears sting your eyes once more. a nod was your only reply as hawks lifted the two of you up with his large wings, carrying you into the bedroom.

no words were exchanged as the two of you allowed your quiet breaths to mingle together in silence.

your heart was still achey from the fresh break-up as your cries and tears quietly filled the air. your nose and eyes red and raw from all the wiping you had done—the tissues around you as proof.

"hey, come on. you can't keep living like this and expect to get better," mirko says and she stands infront of you with a small smile. "how about we watch something to distract your mind?" she suggests as she turns around to pick up the controller to turn the television screen on.

"hawks, being the number two hero must be so taxing! how do you do it?"

hawks gives that big bright smile you've always loved, "my fans always give me motivation to do my best! i love you my babybirds!"

"oh shit-" mirko quickly turns the television screen off before she turns over to you, watching as your lips quiver before you break out in another crying session.

"rumi," you whine, muffled behind your tissues, "he doesn't care for me at all!" letting out a sigh, she walks over and places a comforting hand on your hair before running her hand through your locks, "hey, don't say that. hawks' cared for you a lot. break-ups happen, but don't let it keep you like this. let's go out and have some fun today, yeah?"

your teary eyes glance up at her before you let out sigh, "okay."

but to your surprise, a quick hour later here you were on a chair getting your makeup done professionally as mirko sat on the couch, munching away on a carrot. "rumi? why am i getting my makeup done professionally?"

"my makeup artist is good at what she does when she beats my face with makeup for those hero galas. i thought it would make you feel better getting your makeup done professionally before we go out and explore the city a bit," she finishes, taking another crunchy bite of her carrot.

a small, "oh" leaves your lips before your attention focuses back on the lipstick that gently glided across your lips. "there, all done. you look great!" the makeup artist cheers as she hands you a mirror.

your eyes sparkled once you saw your reflection—you had never felt so pretty before!

"are you ready to go out now?" mirko asks with a smile as she stands from her seat. you couldn't help the small, yet excited, smile, "yeah."

your words had been on repeat in hawks' mind.

you were upset because of how he was treating his fans—flirting with his fans as you put it. it was a constant argument the two of you had and frankly, he was getting tired of it. why you couldn't understand where he was coming from?

he didn't want to break up because of something so trivial, but it seemed like a break up was the only option. but it was fine, his fans kept him going; or that's what he thought was keeping him going.

"hawks! we love you!" his fans cried as he landed down in front of them, his handsome smile swooning everyone lucky enough to get their eye on him. "thanks birdies! i'm always happy to have your support!"

"can i have a picture?" "sign my shirt for me!" "you're the best hero!"

fans; something he enjoyed about being a hero. everywhere he went, they were there to offer him their love and support which he appreciated and loved!

but there often came days when he just wanted to stay cooped in his apartment. away from the world and away from the hero hawks. he simply wanted to escape and enjoy being keigo for a little while.

maintaining a facade took a lot away from him. it was tiring, exhausting even, trying to keep up with how fast his mind was going. a million different things happening at once and hawks had to be able to solve them. a little much for a single guy, don't 'cha think?

landing in at his balcony, hawks let out a heavy sigh as he was finally done with another tiring day of being the number two hero. thankfully, he had the next day off to do, well, nothing.

staring at the dark apartment with a an empty look, hawks let out a groan of exhaustion before unlocking the door and stepping in.

it was quiet, extra quiet these days. since he had gone to living by himself again.

after removing his hero gear, hawks walked into the kitchen and frowned at his lack of food in the fridge. usually, you were always there to greet him with a smile and a hearty dinner after a hard day at work.

well, that didn't matter anymore because you two had broken up, hawks mentally responded to his thoughts.

it seemed like tonight was one of those nights he really missed you.

you made this place feel like home and the more he thought about it, you were his home. he was safe with you and it was okay to let hawks go for the night and just be keigo. you loved him as he came, his flaws and everything. even the emotional baggage!

letting out an exhausted sigh, hawks closed his empty fridge before making his way towards his bed, plopping down with a grunt. "i'll just get a bigger breakfast tomorrow," he noted, pulling out his phone to catch up on his social media for the night.

hawks wasn't expecting to see much on his social media, he's too busy to be checking these sorts of things. today though, he was a little extra bored at home—until he saw a photo of you that mirko shared.

hawks quickly sat up in disbelief. hawks was genuinely confused. you had always been super pretty, but you were extra pretty in this picture. was it because you were no longer his? his eyes glanced over you in the photo for many long minutes as he took in your beauty. you looked so ethereal.

hawks was so thankful for mirko, he would have never stumbled across this photo of you.

the more he smiled at the photo, the more his heart ached. if only he just listened to you more and tried to find a solution to this problem, you would still be with him, in his arms. he was a fool to let you go because he didn't understand your pain. especially when you were always there for him when you couldn't understand his pain.

hawks found himself pulling up that photo of you whenever the days were tough. it never failed to bring a smile to his lips.

until mirko deleted the post.

he should've saved it when he had the chance, hawks thought as he let out a groan upon finding no picture. but, maybe mirko still had it on her phone? thankfully, there was a top five hero meeting that day which meant he could ask mirko about the picture.

hawks sat impatiently in his chair as he drummed his finger against his thigh, counting down the minutes until the meeting would conclude. it must've been distracting, because mirko approached him first after the meeting.

"hey birdbrain, what's up with you? you looked distracted during the meeting," mirko questioned walking up to the winged hero. hawks perked up slightly, before giving her a smile, "hmm? nah, just sick of meetings, wanted to get out." mirko eyed him curiously, "if you say so."

"i saw that picture you posted of (name)," he commented, "you two were hanging out?"

"huh? oh, this picture?" pulling up the picture on her phone, she showed him the photo before pulling away to hawks' dismay. "yeah, we went out. it was about time too! (name) seemed to be enjoying herself, so i'm glad i got to capture that."

hawks couldn't help the smile on his lips knowing that you were happy and could enjoy yourself. he really just wanted you to be happy, even if that wasn't with him.

"if you wanted the photo, you could've just asked," mirko smirks, causing hawks to duck his head down in embarrassment. "but even if you ask, im not giving it to you." Hawks turned his head brows furrowed and confused, slightly offended, "why would you even suggest it then?"

"not sure, maybe it'll be a way to encourage you to find a way to get it."

mirko had an interesting way of talking, hawks thought as he continued on with his patrol. it seemed like she was hinting at more than what she was saying, but he wasn't really interested in solving puzzles when he was busy being the number 2 hero.

and boy, was he busy busy.

it felt as if all the villains knew hawks would be out on patrol today, using that to their advatange by stiring up so much more trouble than on a typical day—not that he couldn't handle it, it was just more work that he would have hoped to do that day.

from the sky, he could see a crowd forming below on the streets as they cheered him on for another successful capture. hawks let out an exhausted sigh, but floated down to greet his fans nonetheless. there even happened to be press.

"hawks! you were amazing out there!" "great work! i can always count on you!" "you looked so attractive fighting those villains!"

hawks lifted up his visor and gave the fans a handsome grin, causing a chorus of squeals. hawks glanced at one of the fans near him lips curled in a smirk, mouth ready to open and say a few lines that would send arrows straight to the heart when he subconsciously stopped himself.

closing his mouth, he gave her a gentle smile before a soft reply came out, "thank you for supporting me."

it was weird of him to respond to fans in such fashion, but your words were stuck in the back of his head. he wished he could have acted this way before you two broke it off, it would have saved a lot of heartache.

hawks hoped you would notice his change. and unbeknownst to him, you had.

your eyes were glued to the television that aired the news that also happened to feature your ex-boyfriend, hawks. your heart felt fuzzy as you watched him, he seemed different...more down to earth?

"your eyes haven't left the tv since hawks appeared," mirko comments causing you to avert your eyes embarrassed. "i was just interested in the news for today, that's all," you tried but knew mirko wouldn't buy into your lie.

"yeah, okay. keep telling yourself that," she chuckles as she she sits down beside you. "so, whats going on in that head of yours now?"

"he's different now, rumi," you state, eyes drifting back to the screen. "he's talking to his fans like they're fans." your shoulders slump sadly, "i wish he was like this when we were together...i guess he really doesn't care about me after all."

mirko lets out a grunt as she listens to your moping. turning towards her, you notice her adjusting her purple thigh high socks to sit snugly against her upper thighs, "you have patrol this evening?"

"yep, my turn for an evening patrol. they're not that bad, more bad guys come out at night," she jokes with chuckle but you don't find it funny. "i know you can easily beat them, but that doesn't mean i worry any less for you," you sigh. "stay safe please."

"will do, cry baby," she jokes once more causing you to angrily pout, "i'm not a cry baby!" "says the one crying over hawks. bye!" and with that she quickly leaves out the door before you could throw a pillow at her.

rolling your eyes playfully, you walk over toward the bedroom you shared with mirko. you had a nice futon on the floor beside of her bed that surprisingly was very comfy. organizing her room a bit and folding her clothes she tossed around, you tried to busy yourself until she came back.

which was surprisingly short.

you heard the main door swing open before hearing her move around the living room and kitchen. she must've forgotten something, you thought to yourself as you made your way toward the bedroom door you had previously closed behind you.

"rumi? did you forget something?" you ask as you open the door, just to find yourself staring at the stranger in the apartment who donned a black ski mask with some sort of weapon in their hand. unfortunately your voice had caught their attention and their head quickly turned toward you before bolting it down the hallway for you.

screaming, you quickly shut the door and locked it before the thief could get in. the rattle of the doorknob causes you to let out another shriek as you looked around for a way to protect yourself and to escape.

the only solution that came to your mind was to block the door with whatever heavy furniture mirko had on her room which consisted of her bed, a desk and her clothes drawers. you did your best to block the door, but it was proving to be not enough.

"open the door and i won't hurt you miss," the voice called out and you felt your stomach twist from their words.

you scurried around to look for your phone and thankfully found it amongst this chaos and your body went on auto-pilot and dialed the first person that came to your mind whenever you were in danger.

your shaky hand brought your phone to your ear as you ran into the furthest corner of her room. your free hand covering your trembling lips. please pick up.

"hello? (name)?"

"keigo please help me," you cried quietly so the person on the other side couldn't hear you, but the desperation in your voice was clear as day for hawks. "(name)? whats happening? where are you?" his voice was now firm and laced with worry as you began to sob in through the phone.

"i'm at mirko's and she just left for patrol but someone broke in and i hid myself in her room. i'm so scared, please come quick." and right after he heard you squeak in fear from the unidentified noises through your phone.

"i'm coming right now," you could hear the power his wings had as he lift himself into the sky, "does she have any windows you can exit from?" glancing behind you, you took a mental note that her windows were large enough for you to escape through—the only problem was mirko lived on the tenth floor.

squeezing your eyes shut, you nodded even though hawks could not see you, "yeah, but she doesn't have any escape ladders and i'm on the tenth floor." hawks cursed under his breath on the other side, "just hold on, i'm almost there."

clutching onto your phone, you jumped when the barricade you made against the door was getting tossed around from the force of the stranger on the other side trying to break in. scrambling around, you quickly unlocked the window before opening it, allowing the wind to flow in.

with another jolt from the door all of your barricades flew from the door, leaving it vulnerable. you knew the door would fall with his next move, so with trembling hands, you maneuvered your body outside the window, letting your bottom sit on the window frame.

from a distance, you could hear someone calling out your name. when you narrowed your eyes to focus, all of the stress left your body as you watched them shoot towards you. hawks had come to your rescue!

but hawks wasn't close enough.

the door behind you broke allowing the stranger into the room and before they could grab a hold of you, you jumped.

"(name)!"

as your body free fell down towards the earth, hawks used his wings to give himself one strong push forward before folding his wings tightly behind his back to gain speed to reach you.

reaching his arms out, he caught you in time before shooting back up towards the sky, "that was so stupid of you!" you shouted loudly against the wind, "what if i wasn't there in time?"

glancing up at him, you gave him a small smile, "i just knew you'd get to me in time ."

"agh, more paperwork i have to fill out!" mirko groans as she walks around her messy apartment after hawks and her had caught the suspect and had cops take care of him. as she walked away into her bedroom with a line of curses, you quietly turned over towards hawks who had his back facing you. he was on call with the commission.

"yep, i'll get that finished tomorrow," ending his call and stuffing his phone in his pocket, he turns around to find you staring at him. his cheeks flush slightly from the sudden eye contact, but he managed to compose himself. "are you doing alright? that must've been quite the terrifying experience."

"yeah, thanks for picking up. you were the first person i thought to call," you confess and he perks up. "oh yeah?"

"you've always kept me safe and i just really needed you when i was in danger. so thanks," giving him a smile he mirrors you. "of course, anything for you."

your heart flutters from his words, but you slightly turn yourself away, glancing down. you two were no longer dating, so there was no need to get butterflies over him again. "well, thanks again. you must have a busy day tomorrow."

"do you buy any chance still have that photo of you when you were out with mirko?" hawks asks suddenly causing you to glance up at him. "you know, when you two went out a couple weeks ago? you were all dolled up and honestly, just super pretty?" hawks says boldly with a sheepish grin.

"why are you asking?"

"send it my way."

you gawked at him, "you want me to send you a picture of me? we're not dating anymore, that would be weird!" hawks could only shrug, "okay, that's simple then. let's go on a date." you gawked even further, "what is going on inside of that bird brain? all this for a photo?"

"i want to be the one who takes those photos of you. i want to be the reason you get all dolled up. i know i messed up, (name). i've been changing the way i talk to my fans because i understand how i hurt you. could you give me another chance to make it better? i promise i will treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

this was coming too suddenly, your wounds were just starting to heal.

"you...you don't mean that, hawks," you say dejectedly as you back up to sit on mirko's couch. "i'm scared."

"he means it you know?" mirko pops out of the hallway suddenly and stands with her arms crossed against her chest as she stares at the two of you. "he's been asking me for that picture nonstop since he saw it online."

"but he really does love you still, (name) and i know you still love him too. go ahead and give it another shot, i'll be here to kick him to the curb if he does anything bad to you." she encourages, making you glance back towards hawks.

"promise?" your eyes are sparkly from the tears that had glossed over your eyes and hawks gives you a confident nod, "promise. i'll pick you up at six tomorrow?"

you couldn't help your growing smile, "yeah, i'll be waiting."

- e x t r a -

as hawks flew off towards his apartment, the notification ding of his phone went off causing him to take a look. you had sent him a text!

opening the message his eyes widen from the photo you sent, it was the cute pic of you all dolled up!

"i'm so in love!" he shouts loudly in the sky.

#hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x you #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #keigo x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader

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peachy-inserts · 2 years

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bodyguard chris redfield

✉︎request: bodyguard!chris redfield I said what I said can you imagine how protective he’d be 😭😭

✎a/n: i got carried away and lost my train of thought so many times bc all i could think of was how much i love chris redfield

✰warnings: mention of guns once

Chris doesn’t treat his job as a bodyguard like it’s just another shift or a chore, he not only intends to make a career out of it but he becomes emotionally invested. Surely, someone in need of a bodyguard must be a vulnerable person; how could he not take it seriously? Even if the position is only for security measures, he’s determined to make your safety his number one priority

The idea of getting a bodyguard wasn’t something you exactly entertained… a big scary dude tailing you everywhere and scaring people off? I think anyone would give that one a hard pass. What you weren’t expecting though, was for someone so genuine to be assigned to your side

His laugh is infectious and from the heart, boiling in his stomach as he tries to kill the butterflies making him sick when he starts to overstep the invisible boundary between you. Professionalism isn’t his forte in attitude no matter how knowledgable he is

You start to miss him when he’s not there; hell, it becomes tempting to feign emergency or fear just so you can call him to your side like a cheap guise for security when really, you just want to be with him. He’s there for your every beck and call, even in times of peace; the thought of something happening to you solely because he’s not there is constantly lingering in the back of his mind and it takes all his strength to push it to the back of his consciousness

Soon enough, he goes from tailing a safe distance behind you to walking casually at your side, shoulders relaxed and maybe even a hand in his pocket as you chatter away with one another, ‘passing the time’ as you learn more and more about him. Who would have guessed that he was so enthusiastic about motorbikes?

You tease him constantly that he’s not a very threatening bodyguard, and that he almost looks more like your boyfriend with the way he touches your shoulder when trying to get your attention or prove an arbitrary point. He laughs, rolling his eyes to look anywhere but at you, hoping that the broken eye contact will draw you away from his taught lips and reddening cheeks

He doesn’t carry a gun, but it makes you feel safe in all honesty. He’s perfectly capable in his physical abilities in confident in them too, even teaching you a few basic self defense moves for when he can’t be by your side. You have a few private practice sessions outside of his regular work hours, pretending you don’t see the hours ticking by on the clock and that you’re not thrilled yet queasy to be so close him while he maneuvers your body into the perfect position for a take down

Chris tends to make snap judgements about people and it extends to his position as bodyguard. He can play nice and de-escalate a situation before it unfolds, but only because he can sense it about to happen; his intuition is insane, and while he may not be a very calculated man, he’s learned to trust his gut and knows not to crack under the pressure.

Because of this, he’s always playfully steering you away from potential danger, a firm and large hand on your wrist while he smiles down at you and makes up some bullshit lie about something over here he wants to show you, but you know better when you catch him throwing piercing glances over his shoulder

When he can’t exactly prevent or run away from potential danger, he’s the type to instinctively push you behind him. Even when he’s trying to keep a positive attitude to ease tension before anything can happen, he’s stepping in front of you all while making fierce eye contact with the perpetrator

You can’t help but feel like you’re in some fanfiction or romcom when he’s by your side; he feels more like a friend than someone hired for your protection. He’s easily one of the most trustworthy people you know, and very charismatic without even trying. He’s sweet to you, and sees you as a person rather than his paycheck, becoming emotionally invested in your safety and making it all the better for you. To make things less awkward when you’re out and about, he makes conversation with your friends or coworkers, often becoming a topic of conversation while someone tries to nonchalantly flirt with him. He entertains the advances, but nothing more. One of his flaws, because he likes to pick fun at the admirer when you’re alone again, as if he didn’t welcome it without care. When the advances become adamant though, he becomes passive aggressive. Can’t you see he’s… well, he’s not technically taken

In time, you start to learn all about him, too. It really touches him to see you listen so eagerly to his stories about his sister his days in the air force, or whatever rant he’s on about his hobbies. Not even most gear heads would be interested in his long winded story about figuring out why his bike was making a scratching noise, and yet you smile at him and nod your head.. Maybe he’ll take you for a ride one day?

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