#i have no doubt in my mind these old men fucked at some point this is not news to me

[finnitesimal]

hi I got bad news

I need chayanne to pull through as number one pissa warrior

A JOB REFERENCE?????

is any of it wrong though. is it. have we Seen fitmc of 2b2t

#i have no doubt in my mind these old men fucked at some point this is not news to me #augustanswers #chayanne my boy my captain i hate to say it but your father is surrounded by hot men we have to acknowledge it constantly

[ahgasegotarmy116]

He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Two

Summary: You decide to finally do something for yourself and ease your mind Pairing: Noona reader x Jeon Jungkook (She's 28 and he's 22) Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Not too much for this chapter in particular besides mentions of domestic violence BUT yändere, manipulation, self harm, cheating, explicit language, smut, angst throughout the rest of the story a/n: Since you guys seem to be really liking this story I worked hard to get chapter two out quickly! Let me know what you think! p.s. Fuck me y'all I literally deleted chapter 2 but luckily I write on wattpad and I was able to restore it. I was literally about to cry Requested by the lovely: @kkusadmirer 💜

We had another fight. 

Honestly I don't even remember what it was about, something stupid like I left the door open after I came in with the groceries and forgot to lock it. Or maybe it was the fact that I actually left the house and got them instead of just ordering them to get dropped off on the doorstep. 

He always tells me it's too dangerous out there or that I should just wait for him to go with me instead. If I did that though we would never have any food here and I'm not about to order takeout for every meal. 

I don't understand why leaving the door open would be such an issue. We live in a relatively nice complex and our neighbors always make sure to look out for me so I don't understand why something as simple as that could set him off. 

But then again it doesn't take much to set him off these days, I guess it was something I should've expected. 

He hasn't been home for two days and at this point I've decided that maybe it's time I went out for the night. Nothing crazy or anything but just, out. 

Putting on yet another turtleneck I make sure that the old and new marks are covered. I've taken it a step further and put some makeup on to make sure that no one will notice. Although I doubt anyone would notice me anyways since I usually fade into the background. 

But tonight isn't about feeling insecure in myself. Tonight is the night where I finally do something on my own and get out of the house. 

Taking out my phone I look up the address for the local pub I've decided to go to, making sure to wear comfortable boots since it's a little ways away. I'm luck that it's winter right now so bundling up is normal, making my outfit even less suspicious. 

Taking a couple of deep breaths I reach for the handle, unlock the door and step outside. 

'Should I really be doing this?' I question but before I'm able to second guess myself I hear our next door neighbor unlock her door as well and step outside her door.

"Oh, y/n. What a pleasant surprise! It's been a while since I've seen your pretty face" she says scanning my features, clearly having heard the fight we had had the other day and making sure that I look okay. 

"Hi Mrs. Mitchell. How have you and Mr. Mitchell been?" I ask, returning her warm greeting but feeling awkward talking to someone that isn't Taehyung or my editor. 

"As well as we could be I suppose. Harry just turned 73 last month so he's been complaining about how old he his and how his knees don't work the way they used to. What can you expect when you get to our age?" she says, chuckling at her husband who is a few years younger than her.

"Seems like no matter how old men get, they still whine and complain whenever they get sick or injured" she continues, clearly trying to lighten my spirits. "I guess so" I say, not daring to bad mouth Taehyung since he's probably already gotten a pretty bad reputation around here with everything we've been through over the past few years. 

Sometimes I'm surprised by the fact that we haven't gotten evicted with all of the noise complaints we've gotten. 

He always makes me answer each and every call from our building even though he's the one responsible for a majority of the noise but he always makes sure to stand close by to make sure I don't ask them to send help no matter how severe things have gotten. 

"Where are you off to?" she asks taking note of the fact that it's getting late in the evening. "I figured I might just head over to the pub a few streets down and see if I can clear my head for a while" I say, not bothering to give more information than necessary. Not that there would be any more information to give. 

"Good for you dear! It's always good to go out and get a new perspective on life. Let me know anytime if you need any help alright? Oh and I'm so excited to read your next book!" she says and with that last part catching me off guard. "You've read my books?" I question, taken aback and almost embarrassed at the fact that a woman of her age would be reading the type of genre I write, let alone my own. 

"Of course dear! As soon as I found out that you were a writer I went straight to the bookstore and bought all of them! You really are very talented" she finishes, with a glimmer of admiration in her eye. 

"Thank you so much, your support means the world to me, truly" I finish and she quickly shoo me off, apologizing for holding me hostage. 

"Next time I see you I'll sign your copies if you'd like" I offer and the look on her face is absolutely priceless. 

"I'll make sure to have them sitting by the front door with a pen in hand!" she beams and I wave one last goodbye before I make my way to my destination. 

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Walking in the doors of The Blue Pearl I'm greeted by the sound of soft rock being played in the background and a low murmur of the small amount of people spread through out. This pub seems to be a little old fashioned so I guess it's not a big draw for the younger rowdier crowds. Which was exactly what I was looking for. 

Just a slow night to clear my head and a strong drink to drown my sorrows. Knowing me though I'll probably stop after one or two drinks. 

I decide to sit at the bar on the stool closest to the wall and wave the bartender over. 

"Surprise me, something sweet but something strong" I say trying to sound as confident as I can. "You got it" she says and comes back soon with a pink drink of some sort a few moments later. "What is this?" I ask after taking a sip, already dying for another one at the fruity but subtly sweet drink. 

"I like to call it The Slut Puppy" she says with a proud smile. I tilt my head when I look at her, confused as to how she came up with the name. "I'm still workshopping it to be honest but your reaction to the name definitely played true to the puppy part. I laugh realizing that I subconsciously played into her game and she laughs right along with me. 

"Long night?" she asks after I've settled in, using her bartender powers to see right through my act while walking away a bit to clean up the shaker she had used to make my drink. 

"Try long life" I say, rolling my eyes before taking a sip of my drink again, sighing in contentment. "That bad huh?" she laughs bitterly, knowing one way or another that what I'm dealing with is beyond fucked. "Let's just say the best part of my week so far has been this drink" I and steal a quick glance at her, embarrassed that my words are flowing so easily to a complete stranger. 

"But it's Saturday night" she say with her brows pinched together. "Exactly" I say and before I can even ask she decides to grab another shaker and makes me another drink which I accept with a somber smile. "I put some extra ice in this one so don't worry it's not gonna go straight to your head" she says, looking out for me as if she were someone I had known for my whole life. 

"I'm y/n by the way" I say, hoping to move from strangers to acquaintances at the very least. "Rae" she answers before tending to another patron. 

"So y/n" she starts as she makes her way back over to me "what do you do?" she asks, maintaining conversation but not trying to pry when it comes to what I'm clearly upset about. 

"I'm a writer" I answer and her interest is immediately peaked. "A writer? Really? What do you write about?" she asks, leaning up against the counter so she can hear me a bit better. 

"To be honest my stories are pretty fucked up romance novels" I say scratching the top of my head feeling a bit awkward at the confession. 

"Sounds like my type of book" she laughs. I let out a breath, thankful that I won't have to explain myself to her since this genre isn't everyone's cup of tea. "So what are some books that you've written? Maybe I've read one before" she says going back to cleaning up a few things, making sure to use her time wisely. 

"Well 'Trials of the Broken' is one of them. It's my best seller at the moment. I'm actually working on writing the sequel right now" I respond, embarrassed but proud of my achievements all the same. 

"I think I've heard of that one! My friends have been trying to get me to read it but I never got around to it" she says, surprised at her chances of meeting me. 

"If you ever get around to it then let me know what you think" I say, now kicking myself for putting on the pressure for her to read it. "I definitely will" she says and makes her way over to the other side of the bar to serve some more patrons that just made their way inside. 

Glancing over at them I notice one that is a few steps behind the crowd, making me question if he's come here alone but I go back to looking at my drink, trying my best not to stare. 

My eyes somehow manage to drag themselves over toward him as he places his order and waits for Rae to make it. 

He takes off his hood and I'm met with first, the sight of his sharp jaw, then his shaggy hair he ruffled as soon as the hood dropped and finally his lips, the bottom one pierced twice rested in a soft smile. I realize though that the only way I would be seeing his full on smile would be if he was looking back at me and I make somewhat panicked eye contact with him before quickly turning my head in the other direction. 

'Great job y/n, drooling over the first hot guy you see. He's probably going to think I'm some sort of creep now' my thoughts thought are interrupted with the sound of what I believe to be is a drink set down on the counter a few seats away from me. 

"Is it alright if I sit here?" a smooth baritone voice says, making butterflies fill my stomach. 

"Um yeah sure" I say, taking a sip of my drink before glancing at him, quickly looking away again before I start to stare again. 

"So how's your night going?" he asks, clearly in an effort to make small talk. 

"It's going. How about yours?" I question back and see that he's no longer looking at me, instead watching as he swirls his mystery drink around in his cup. "About the same" he chuckles, clearly amused with both of our lack of effort to divulge any details. 

We sit there for a second or two in silence before Rae walks over and gives me another drink. I watched her make it and I can tell she she went even easier on the alcohol this time and makes sure to question nonverbally if I'm alright to which I nod. 

"What are you drinking?" he asks, smiling at the visual of the bright pink drink with two cherries placed on top. "You're gonna laugh" I say, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear, feeling a little apprehensive saying words like this to a complete stranger (a hot one at that).

"It's-" "It's called a Slut Puppy" Rae interrupts from the other side of the bar, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was clearly listening. "Um yeah, that" I chuckle, taking a big sip of it to hopefully calm my nerves. 

"A slut puppy?" he asks, flashing an amused smile at me, sending my heart beat into overload. "Her name, not mine" I laugh awkwardly. Trying, but failing at sounding normal but from the looks of it he doesn't seem to mind. "Right" he says dragging out the first syllable before taking a sip of his drink. 

"Do you guys know each other?" he asks, curious as to who our not so secret eavesdropper is. "Kinda. We just met. Although it almost seems like I've known her my whole life" I say smiling at her, thankful for the fact that she was able to lift my spirits so easily. 

"It's nice when you meet people like that" he says and when I bring my attention back over to him I can tell that he's been looking at me for a while, making me shy all over again. 

"Oh, I'm Jungkook by the way" he says holding out his hand, and I turn my stool towards him and shake it, fixing what would've been an awkward angle if I had stayed in place. He after seeing what I had done decides to turn as well, angling his body towards me and I notice now that there's only one seat between us. A respectful distance, making me feel a bit more comfortable talking to him. 

"I'm y/n" I say and he gives me a soft smile, whispering my name under his breath, almost as if he were trying to keep it as a secret all for himself. "So y/n, what's your story?" he asks, withdrawing his hand at almost the same time I do and goes back to taking another sip of his drink, making sure to keep his sparkly eyes trained on me. 

'Sparkly? Y/n you are a married woman. You shouldn't even be talking to this guy'.

"My story? Well to be honest there's not much to tell. I grew up and went to school in the city and now I'm a writer. There's not much else to my life if I'm being honest" I say, doing my best to maintain conversation but also not give away too much. 

"That ring on your finger says otherwise" he says, nodding towards it and playing around with his straw. Not in an abrasive way but more as if to remind me of something else that I might've forgotten.

"Oh, um yeah" I say, showing him the ring up for a second to confirm his suspicions but pull my sweater down to cover it up a second later, hoping he won't ask anything else about that aspect but unfortunately luck is not on my side in that department tonight. 

"Is that why you're here? Needed to get away for a while?" he asks, curious but not insinuating anything that I would expect a guy of his age would be asking me. "I guess you could say that" I say taking a deep breath deciding that if he's asking I might as well get the male perspective while I can. 

"With being a writer and everything I'm pretty much cooped up in the house all day. Which for me is fine and it's been like that for a few years" I say, taking a second to try and figure out how to formulate my next words carefully, not wanting his to worry or judge the situation too much.

"I'm sensing there's a 'but' here" he chuckles and takes another sip of his drink and waves at Rae in an effort to get both of us both another drink without me noticing to avoid protest. "But" I start out, confirming his suspicions. "with my husband being used to me doing that all the time he tends to get a bit, how should I say this..." I trial off, still not sure how to phrase it. 

"Controlling?" he offers, a bit more blunt than his other responses. "Worried" I counter, although his word is more accurate than mine. He nods a bit, clearly not believing my words but doesn't press in hopes that I will continue. "He's worried that something might happen to me if I go out alone. That someone might recognize me because of my books and try to do something like kidnap me" I say, fully confident in my words.

I hear Jungkook snort beside me a second later, leaving me looking over at him with my brows scrunched up. "What's so funny?" I ask, confused and almost annoyed by his reaction. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry continue" he says doing his best to calm down. "No, what about that is so funny?" I press as I can clearly see that he's still trying to hold his laughter in. 

"I'm sorry y/n it's just, well isn't kidnapping a little bit of a stretch?" he says, clearing his throat and breathing through what he thought was a ridiculous excuse. "Woman and children get kidnapped everyday! Look up the statistics!" I retort, trying to convince him that there's truth to Taehyung's argument. 

"Yes, I know that it happens a lot, but you can't let that keep you from going outside and living life. It's a horrible thing and I don't understand why anyone would do such a thing but you can't use it as a way to cripple yourself from ever leaving your house" he says, this time being completely serious and trying his best to convince me that I shouldn't be living like this. 

"I'm out now aren't I?" I argue, and to that he nods his head but presses further. "How long has it been since you've been out like this though?" he asks and I just let my head droop a bit in response before taking a sip of my new drink. 

"Well I'm proud of you for coming out tonight and doing this for yourself. And look, you're completely safe. Plus seems like you've already made two new friends tonight" he laughs motioning to himself and Rae and when I look over at her all I can see is her bright smile, happy to see me getting more comfortable. 

"Who knows though, you might just be acting nice to me just so I'll let my guard down so you can kidnap me" I tease and at that he acts like he's offended, throwing his hand over his heart as if I had shot him. 

"You hurt me with your words. It's a shame though, I was just in the market for a new best friend" he says, wiping away a fake tear. "Or in the market for some fresh meat" I continue laughing at his act. "Twist the knife why don't you" he says, now resorting to pouting. 

"Aw, it's okay I didn't mean it" I say patting his shoulder in an effort to apologize. "You better not" he says looking at me, still pouting. "Come on, let's turn that frown upside down. Why don't I buy you a drink?" I ask as a way to make amends. 

"No that's alright, I've actually gotta get going" he says, pulling out his wallet and placing some cash on the counter to more than cover his drinks. "Let me get you some change" Rae steps in, quick to help since she is otherwise unoccupied. "No it's okay, use it to cover us both and then keep the change" he says as he straightens out his jacket a bit. 

"No you don't have to do that" I argue and go to take some cash out of my purse as well. "It's okay I got it. But if you want to make it up to me I'll always take your number as payment" he says with a cheeky smile. 

"Just as friends of course! I would never want to seduce a married woman" he says, jumping over himself, making me sure I know his intensions are pure. 

"Can we do email? I spend most of my time on my computer so it's easier for me" I say, making excuses as to not giving it to him. "As long as you promise not to mark my messages as spam" he jokes and hands me his phone so I can add it in. "I promise. It was really nice to meet you Jungkook" I say handing it back to him, our hands touching a few moments longer for it to be seen as something with the promise of being platonic. 

"Take care" he says giving me a soft smile and then waves at Rae, clearly seeing her not even bothering to hide that she's staring at us. 

"Bye" I say under my breath, not knowing how to feel about anything now that he's gone. 

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[minimomoe]

it’s just… the thought of Toji finally growing some gray hairs is getting to me …

Toji is not vain by any means, but growing older is scary. It’s a reminder that his time is limited. He finally turned his life around but now he feels like he’s running out of time. When he’s shaving and he finds those grey hairs he pauses for a moment, reflecting on his life choices, he’s kinda lost in the moment until you walk into the bathroom again.

“You missed a spot,” you point out, wrapping your arms on his waist.

“Oh yeah, yeah you’re right.” You frown at him, noting the far away look in his eyes. You lean back on the counter to face him and tug on his shirt.

“You okay baby?”

“I’m fine.” But it’s not fine. His voice is still too quiet. This wouldn’t do at all and you couldn’t just leave it as it was.

“Okay, what’s on your mind?” A few beats of silence pass by before he meets your gaze. He looked unsteady, which was something you’ve never seen from your husband before.

“Do you notice anything different about me?”

The question took you by surprise. Has you missed something? A new hair cut maybe? Your eyes flick over his body trying to spot the change. “Different? Different how?”

His ears flamed red. He turned away before you can inspect further. “Never mind. Forget about it.”

“Wait did I say something wrong?”

“No, you didn’t do anything. I’m just getting too old it seems,” he said with a dry chuckle. You frown again at the thought, hoping that he wasn’t doubting himself.

“Too old? Now why would you think that?”

He turned his head to show you his side burns that were slowly greying, and you run your hands through them.

“I think it looks nice. You’d make an attractive silver fox.”

“Isn’t it too early for that?”

“Maybe,” you hum. “But you have had a lot of stressful events over the years. It’s doesn’t look bad at all.” You gave him a reassuring smile but he still didn’t look convinced.

“I don’t want people to get the wrong idea about us.”

“That’s what you’re worried about? Toji, you do know I’m aging the same time you do, right? The days are moving through the both of us, making us move a little slower than the last time. It doesn’t mean anything bad though. Everybody has to go through it.”

“But you’re young now. You shouldn’t be tied down with me.”

“You can’t choose that for me,” you say firmly. “I like what we have so far. I want to be with you, and Megumi, and the dogs. I want to share more birthdays and holidays together. I want to show you my grey hairs when they finally show.”

Toji falls silent and you sigh. You wrap your arms around his waist, trying your hardest to dispel his worries through the touch, pouring as much love and confidence you could.

“I never thought the day would come that I would have to tell you not to care what other people think. You’ve done it so many times for me and for that I’m grateful. If anyone assumes anything other than love between us they are bitter and lonely. They can’t believe that two people can love each other with no other ulterior motives, because it is something that is hard to find. But we know the truth so I don’t pay them any mind, so neither should you, okay?”

Toji made a gruff sound that vibrates through your body. You wanted to look up at him but decided against it.

“Plus everybody knows that men get finer with age. I’ll have to carry a stick around to whack away touchy people.”

“I do that all the fucking time with men looking at you.”

“Great. Now we can be the super hot couple that’s mean to everybody but each other.” You look up at him and smile. You don’t comment on his watery eyeline but press a kiss into his cheek.

“Finish shaving, I’ll get Megumi ready.”

#toji x reader #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji drabbles #jjk imagines #minimoe #silver fox toji

[mysticficti0n]

hi bb, could you do a sad/fluff between 2023tom and his old school crush please but make it happy at the end? (but he's not with Heidi, just him and Bill are doing something like met gala or red carpet)

I know I haven't really given a great explication but you can write fucking amazingly so I don't think you'll struggle

love ya

okay this is such a cute idea! literally in love so ofc I'll do it!

(all my attention will be back soon but I'm taking time to do some request as I have so many and all you guys have such good ideas!)

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Meant to meet again...

warnings- none

words- 1.2k

(also I am so so so so sorry Gustav and Georg aren't in this I couldn't think how to incorporate them but they're mentioned!)

Y/n stood on the carpet watching actors, actresses, models, musicians be snapped thousands of times, she'd interviewed over 20 people by this point but just kept getting the same old boring replies "oh were so lucky to be here" and the fake laughs, it's what you get being a interviewer- fakes

the sea of photographers seemed to switch direction, facing down to the entrance, Y/n walked forward from her place peering down the carpet and two tall, shaggy haired men stood there but she couldn't figure out who it was "BILL BILL! THIS WAY- TOM TURN THIS WAY TOM" it clicked- Bill and Tom Kaulitz. she'd forgotten about the twins from when they left school, she knew the twins so well back then, best friends really, sharing lessons together and always laughing and skipping lessons they didn't like, hiding in cupboards when teachers called their names down the halls

Y/n straightened her dress while seeing the twins climb the stairs and she couldn't help but get a giddy feeling as they walked towards her, they both looked so different to how she remembered- Bill had black spiky hair and Tom had dreads that he'd constantly mess with when he was bored in class "Hi!" Bill started coming into shot of the camera so that her team could start filming

"hey! How are you two?" she asked grabbing the pair microphones

"good good, you?" Tom had a look across his face the girl couldn't really understand but she smiled to him none the less

"very well- enjoying the night and speaking to everyone! so if you wouldn't mind I'll introduce you and ask only a few questions then let you go because I don't doubt theirs about 100 more people who'll want you after me!" she laughed to the two now men, not boys she used to know

"I've herd that a few times" Tom joked getting a shove from his brother "what! it was funny"

"okay ready to start?" she asked turning back to the two who nodded "okay- roll... Good evening everyone, I'm Y/n Y/l/n from CBQ News and tonight I'm here with Bill and Tom Kaulitz, how are you-"

"Oh my god! I knew it was you!" Tom had wide eyes and mouth agape looking to the girl, he knew he recognised her, her eyes, her nose, her smile, her everything he knew he knew it from somewhere

"holy sh- Y/n!" Bill covered his mouth as the girl laughed nodding "you look beautiful oh- I'm sorry were ruining the interview but we haven't seen you in like nearly 20 years!" he spoke to the camera then looking back to the girl

"I know you left school when I think- yeah I was 15 and you two had just turned 16" they nodded still staring at her, Tom couldn't help but remember what he thought of her all those years ago- Y/n was his school crush from when they were 7 to 17 years old, yes 17- though he never saw her when they left he still thought about her all the time and looked back on the picture the two took the day they we're leaving, she was smiling with her arms around his neck, hugging him. Sometimes he missed school- not the bullying or the stares but the times in class were they'd just burst out laughing until they felt sick "so- back onto the interview" she laughed "who're you two wearing tonight?"

the boys gave their answers, making remarks and laughing as they all watched someone fall up the stairs but Tom still couldn't get over Y/n, she looked even more gorgeous, her hair perfectly fitted to her face, her dress looked so good on her though it had been so long- his feeling were trickling back in "can I say, you look great Y/n- not even great, amazing tonight" a blush painted her face and Bill looked toward his brother, the memories came back of the nights him and Tom would be sat talking about if he was going to finally ask out Y/n but every year he made an excuse, he was planning on asking her to prom but they left before it happened and she ended up going alone, thats what Tom's friends said anways-but god does he wish he just took the plunge

"aw thank you! you two the first to actually say something about me tonight" a smile came across her face

"we'll they're arseholes, you're one of the best dressed here!" Bill laughed

"god you two stop its giving me an ego!, anyways thank you so much for this- its great seeing you again after so long" she and Bill met in a hug, he'd missed these, giving her a kiss on her cheek before Tom pulled her away into his arms, her hands went around his neck, his head resting on her shoulder and hers lay in his chest- just like the photo "thank you- its been amazing seeing you" she spoke to Tom quiet enough for the mic's not to pick it up, pulling away from the hug they still kept their arms on each other. Bill knew that Tom was probably going to be talking about this hug for the next week but he didn't mind- he knew what It meant to him

"I've missed you Y/n..." she nodded trying to hold the tears back, she didn't realise how nice it felt to be with them again and just being in their arms- especially Toms- would make her so emotional

"me too..." she breathed

"god you're going to make me cry- stop Y/n" Bill chuckled blinking up trying to discard the tears, Tom still stood with the girl unable to pull from her

"okay- hm, well you two- I hope you have an amazing night and maybe I'll see you in another 20 years?" the three laughed, but Tom wasn't about to wait another 20 years to see her again, he couldn't

"hope so!"

"aaannnd cut-" the camera man called and the three breathed, she took the mics back and thanked the pair again, when other interviewers realised that they'd finished Bill and Tom's name bounced around again

"have a good night guys, I wont hold you up anymore" she sadly grinned rubbing Bills shoulder feeling a weird pain in her chest- like she was saying good bye again

"ugh I'd much rather stay with you but, we both know what these things are like" Bill gave her one last hug, squeezing her tightly and saying thanks once more before he was dragged by someone she didn't even see but he was gone and only her and Tom stood there

"guess I need to say bye to you too hm?" the two shared a laugh

"yeah.. yeah" Tom couldn't let his nervousness get the best of him this time, he knew if he didn't say anything he'd regret if for how many more years went by before he saw her again "I- I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna grab drinks one of the nights? or even tonight if you can do you want to sit with us- Gustav and Georg will be at the after party thing- it's fine if not of course I'm guessing you've already got a table with some people and-" the guitarist rambled on making the girl infront of him giggle

"I'd love to go get drinks with you Tom- and also sit with you all tonight" he felt like he had gone back to being 16 for a second as the words left her mouth "so I'll meet you by the doors at say, 9?"

"Yeah 9 works, okay!- I better go so" he hugged her again pressing a kiss to the top of her head "bye!" she waved to the man who was smiling so widely it hurt

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[afandommultiverse]

How you meet Colonel Miles Quaritch

❀ A/n: the moment you have all been waiting for (more like just me) but still! Here are my headcanons for when baby girl (Quaritch) meets you <3 

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

✿ where’d you meet you say? well it is when Quaritch is looking at his old resting spot(his grave) and after he crumbles his old skull in his hands, you are quick to make a distraction to get their attention off of the kids just in case they make a noise backing away and he is even quicker to follow after you. he didn’t even know why he just felt it in him to go and search not even bothering to think of the possibility of it being a deadly wild animal because somehow he already knew it wasn’t

✿ lo and behold you weren’t a wild animal but you might as well have been, by the way, you attacked and began fighting, throwing grown Na’vi men, military trained and armed, around like they were nothing but pebbles in your way. for a second, he hit a tree after you sent him stumbling back with a kick to the chest. with the lost breath, he took a second to watch you, analyze you, look for an opening, anything; instead, he got lost in staring at you

✿ you were breathtakingly gorgeous, war paint still sprawled across your face no doubt from the job that had been done hours ago on the supply train he’d been debriefed on for so long this morning.  Your hair swang with your movements seamlessly, whipping around just like your tail wildly. as your frame crouched, hissing at his group, waiting for the next one to attack, he saw it in your eyes, his opening

✿ you didn’t mean to but you sold yourself away, your eyes looking behind him, watching something pass behind him, he watched the way your eyes glide for the two seconds they did before you attacked the next man, that's when he took his chance, turning behind himself he grabbed Lyle and ran a few steps toward where you were looking when he saw it, saw them

✿ that's how you ended up here, guns held to you and the kid's heads and arms trapped behind you. glaring up at the man you despised and thought had died all those years ago. ‘he had died’, and ‘of course’, as you ran your eyes up his figure, ‘they made him an Avatar, but how?’. 

✿ Quaritch could not stop looking at you, you were familiar, so so familiar, just on the tip of his tongue he could point you out but still, he was unable to recognize you, the paint and well, some swelling on your left cheek was making it hard, not to mention his memory was honestly kinda toast after finding his own dead body

✿ he stopped thinking about it when he started hearing a yelp off in the distance, he kept talking but he took note of all the kid's ears, moving tentatively towards the call, all in the same direction, even yours. Jake was here, and so was that ‘bitch’ who killed him (I'm sorry mommy Neytiri please it's for tha fic) 

✿ everything as per-fucking-usual fell apart and he lost the rest of Jake’s kids, even the little shit who flipped him off; but it wasn’t all bad, he had you, and he had a kid, well his kid. yet another thing he couldn’t process because of this stupid fucking mission but that thought stayed locked behind like six concrete walls in his mind

✿ it wasn’t until you all got to the base and you two were in an interrogation room did Quaritch realize who you were, well actually he was told by the General. “Can’t believe you caught one of the traitors on your first week, great work Colonel.” he looked at her with a raised brow, she caught on fast and nodded at you in the room, huddling over Miles, well Spider. “ It’s Sergeant Y/n L/n, I don’t know if you recognize them as they were on a different squad during your first time here on Pandora, but they did side with Sulley in the end. Their Avatar was in the making before everything went to shit, it seems they were able to complete the process and permanently transfer, as they have shown no signs of disconnecting from this body. If anything, they’re just like you.” 

✿ ‘Just like me’ Quaratich took that in a lot of ways but he ignored that because it hit him, he did recognize you, and a few collective memories briefly flashed behind his eyes, glossing over as he stared at you through the two-way mirror. glimpses he had stolen of you in the cafeteria and, you guessed it, debrief. In fact, he even remembered when you first got here, to Pandora. You had a different look in your eyes compared to all the others, shit looking back on it now he should have assumed you would have sided with Sulley, but he didn’t seem to be as mad at you. 

✿ he wanted to laugh, an old man with a crush, but he was that old man. ‘Ridiculous’ he thought as he continued his conversation with the General. “I need you to grab the boy, he’s going to be taken to a separate room.” He nodded, before walking in, ducking under the doorway and meeting both of you with vicious glares. 

✿ “Afternoon,” He commented nonchalantly, walking over to them calmly, giving them enough space to feel comfortable, enough. “Are you two going to be up for some cooperation?” He smirked a little, expecting maybe a feisty answer instead he got silence and ever more narrowed looks. He sighed, really turning up the dramatics, and began to pace. “Well, Sergeant, you know how this usually goes, I mean you have plenty of experience don’t you?” 

✿ he could only think of the things you wanted to do to him, the look in your eyes, deadly, it almost sent a shiver down his spine, but he was a good reader and he looked right though you and saw all the worry you had starting to pour out, your heart beat racing, eyes flicking to Spider quickly, just once, tail even curling around him which he thinks you weren’t even aware of as you quickly swished it down when he noticed

✿ “I need to take the boy outta here, so we can either do this the easy way,” he lifted one hand palm out facing up to one side, “or the hard way. I’m only gonna ask once sweetheart.” and lifted his other hand holding them out to you. he watched you balanced it back and fourth in your mind, but he knew you were too smart to fight, you would take the easy way, but that just meant he had to look out for every move after. 

✿  he watched as you whisper to Spider in Na’vi, you too were obviosuly disagreeing about things but one look from you and he shut his mouth, head bowing before looking back up at Quaritch. it pissed him off that he couldn’t understand what you were talking about and vowed to fix that as soon as possible. however he snapped out of that when you stood up and began walking toward him 

✿  he held his ground meeting your eyes, waiting for you to do anything dumb, but you didn’t, you just glared at him a little more before speaking to him through gritted teeth. “If you hurt my son, I’ll do worse than kill you.” The emphasis on ‘my’ was not missed and the threat was noted, because he had a feeling you meant every single word, and he would not let you get the best of him should it reach that point.

❀A/n: Hehe YOU HEARD THIS IS A NO SPIDER HATE ZONE!! Haha but srsly I hope you guys enjoyed and please make sure to request or leave comments! :)

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[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

You're waiting for a train...(5)

A Lesson in Planning

Robert Fischer x reader

description - the logistics of the dream begin to come together and get finalised by the group. Y/n's heart yearns for Robert more but she feels absent from those around her.

warnings - non-con touching (because she is not awake! UNCONSCIOUS PEOPLE DON'T WANT TEA!), mentions of surgery, mentions of murder.

word count - 2.2k

a/n - Boy you guys are gonna hate Arthur here! this is an important filler chapter for the plot but the real juicy stuff is still to come!

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“So now in the first layer of the dream, I can impersonate Browning and suggest concepts to Fischer’s conscious mind. When we get a layer deeper his own projection of Browning should-should feed that back to him.” Eames orated to our group as we sat concepting the plan for the mission.

“So he gives himself the idea?” Arthur questioned.

“Precisely.” Eames continued. “That’s the only way it’ll stick. It has to seem self-generated.”

“Eames.” Arthur leant back in his chair and looked to me and I nodded in agreement. “I am impressed.”

Eames chuckled. “Your condescension, as always, is much appreciated, Arthur, thank you.” I laughed at Eames’ quip, but felt I should cover my face to not embarrass Arthur further.

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I sat in the workspace with Ariadne as she worked on her totem.

She’d decided upon a chess piece with a partly hollowed out centre that would always fall a specific way. We’d actually had the idea together when we’d been walking in the park and had come across a group of old men who’d formed a chess club. When Ariadne had picked up the queen, it had felt right in her hand.

I glanced to my watch and commented on the lateness of the time but hadn’t noticed Ariadne had actually left our desk. I must have zoned out. That had been happening a lot recently. My mind went to Robert. It wasn’t always thinking back on our interaction, most of the time it was just imagining him beside me. Living in the moment with fantasies of him living it with me.

I perked up when Dad and Ariadne walked back towards me, Ariadne gestured for me to show my Dad the mazes but I hesitated.

“Each level relates to the part of the subjects subconscious that we are trying to access.” Dad walked past our designs, assessing the skill and intricacy. Ariadne and I loomed over her paper built mazes. “So, I’m making the bottom level a hospital so Fischer will bring his father, -- um you know, actually, I have a question about this layout.” Dad immediately retreated as if the sight burned his eyes.

“No, no, no. Don’t – Don’t show me specifics. Only the dreamer should know the layout.” I winced at Dad’s harsh tone.

“Dad, she just wanted some help.” I looked up at him.

“Just – “ He pointed at me in a fierce tone but doubted his words. His tone smoothed out. “Just no specifics.”

“Why is that important?” She questioned, amid our staring contest.

“In case one of us brings our projections in. We don’t want them knowing the details of the maze.” Dad feebly explained.

“You mean in case you bring Mom in?” I spat at him. The room went quiet, the tension was thick. “You can’t keep her out, can you? Right. If you know the maze then she knows it. That’s why you can’t build anymore.” I stalked towards him amidst my lecture.

“Cobb is this getting worse?” I appreciated Ariadne’s concern. She had been whisked in to this operation only to find out the leader’s brain was more fucked up than most. Who wants to share dreams with that. “Because the others need to know if it is?”

“Who said it’s getting worse!” He abruptly ended so we knew the conversation was done. There was a lull. “I need to get her home.” He pointed at me. “That’s all I care about right now. Is her.” He stood up and embraced me. My guilt weighed me down. He’d only ever thought of me, and my thoughts were filled with someone else. How selfish could I be.

“Why can’t you go home?” Ariadne fiercely inquired.

“Because they think I killed her.” Cobb said into my hair whilst we stayed hugging. I squeezed tighter at that answer. Ariadne stayed quiet as Cobb left my arms to walk away. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For not asking whether I did.” He smiled appreciatively.

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“I will split up my father’s empire.” The word emblazoned on our whiteboard. “Now, this is obviously an idea that Robert himself would choose to reject which is why we need to plant it deep in his subconscious. The subconscious is motivated by emotion, right? Not reason. We need to find a way to translate this into an emotional concept.” Dad addressed us.

“How do you translate a business strategy into an emotion?” Arthur questioned.

“That’s what were here to figure out. Now, Robert’s relationship with his father is stressed to say the least.”

“Well, can we run with that?” Eames perked up. “We could suggest breaking up his father’s company as a ‘screw you’ to the old man.”

“No.” I commented. “Positive emotion trumps negative emotion every time. We yearn for reconciliation, catharsis. His bond with his dad is broken beyond repair. Maybe if we’re gonna be in there anyway, we could do him a little good.” When I trailed off softly, I felt all eyes on me, confused. I especially felt the hot gaze of my father.

“We need Robert Fischer to have a positive emotional reaction to all this.” Dad agreed whilst eyeing me suspiciously.

“All right, let’s try this.” Eames jumped to my rescue. “My father accepts that I want to create for myself, not follow in his footsteps.”

“That might work.”

“Might?” Arthur argued. “We’re gonna need to do a little better than might.” Eames turned towards him with a cheeky smile.

“Oh, thank you for your contribution, Arthur.” He said sarcastically.

“Forgive me for wanting a little specificity, Eames.”

“Specificity?”

“Inception’s not about being specific. When we get inside his mind, we’re gonna have to work with what we find.”

Ariadne had already prepped each of the dreamers with the layout of the maze. I was truly impressed, and I spent every minute telling her that. It was so great to have a girl on the team. I often felt I was drowning in testosterone.

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We had entered Yusuf’s dream which would act as the first layer. Ariadne had created a metropolitan city with towering skyscrapers. It was perfect. Complex and confusing if you were not familiar yet still had a sense of believability.

“On the top level,” Eames narrated to us all, as we stood in the direct centre of the road. “We open up his relationship with his father, and say ‘I will not follow in my father’s footsteps.”

I walked around in awe of the world around me. I’d been in many dreams and had created a few for myself, but nothing like this. I bumped Ariadne’s shoulder and whispered.

“This is seriously amazing.”

“you’ve told me that like 5 times, y/n.”

“Oh sorry—”

“No, it’s nice.” She threw her arm around me so we ended in a half way hug. I suddenly remembered the boys were talking.

“Then the next level down, we feed him ‘I will create something for myself’. Then by the time we bring out the big guns – “

“My father doesn’t want me to be him.” I finished. After speaking those fateful words I chanced a glance at my own father’s eyes. But I looked away in shame, missing his own longing gaze.

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“Three layers down the dreams are gonna collapse.” Arthur admitted. “Even with the slightest disturbance.”

“Sedation.” Yusuf proudly stated. “For sleep stable enough to create three layers of dreaming, we’ll have to combine it with an extremely powerful sedative. The compound we’ll be using to share the dream creates a very clear connection between dreamers whilst actually accelerating brain function.”

“In other words, it gives us more time on each level.” Dad explained for the ones who struggled to understand Yusuf’s chemistry.

“Brain function in the dream will be about 20 times normal. When you enter a dream within that dream, the effect is compounded, it’s 3 dreams – that’s 10 hours times –”

“I’m sorry maths was never my strong subject.” I chuckled at Eames’ confusion. “How much time is that?”

I decided to fill him in.

“It’s a week, the first level down, 6 months the second level down –”

“Its 10 years, the third level.” Ariadne said in a gasp. I nodded sadly towards her. “Who would want to be stuck in a dream for 10 years?”

“Depends on the dream.” Ariadne and I looked unamused towards Yusuf’s attempt at humour.

“So, once we’ve made the plant how do we get out? I’m hoping you have something more elegant in mind than shooting me in the head.” Arthur commented whilst swinging on his chair.

“A kick.”

“What’s a kick?”

“This Ariadne,” Eames gently tapped Arthur’s chair so he panicked and fell forward. “Is a kick.” He smiled innocently towards Arthurs unimpressed face. I giggled watching their little bromance.

“It’s that feeling of falling you get that jolts you awake.”

“Will we even feel a kick with that level of sedation?” I questioned.

“I’ve customised the sedative to leave inner function unimpaired.” I gave a grateful nod. Yusuf was truly a gift to this mission. “Let me demonstrate.”

“Arthur.” “Arthur!” Eames and I said in sync.

Arthur reluctantly rises and sits on the chair Yusuf gestures to. Yusuf puts him into a dream.

“You see the sleeper still feels the falling.” Yusuf tips Arthur and he jolts awake just in time to watch his body hit the ground. Eames and I burst out laughing. I wink at Eames as we both get the same idea.

“But Yusuf.” I begin. “He just fell sideways. I think it needs to be demonstrated that it works falling at ALL angles.” Eames and I could barely hold in our laughter as my dad shook his head in disapproval. Arthur was put under 4 more times and shoved off the chair each time. God this was too good. After the final time, he threw his hands up when Yusuf went in for one more IV. He abruptly stood up and walked past me. He slowed down when he reached my shoulder.

“Don’t be so childish.” My smile broke.

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“He hasn’t got any surgery scheduled, there’s no dental, nothing.”

“Wasn’t he supposed to have a knee operation?”

“Nothing. Nothing that they’d put him under for anyway.”

We were coming up with the final stage. And the most important element. Time.

“We need a good 10 hours.” My dad offered up the situation to the room.

“Sydney to Los Angeles.” Saito had very much taken up the role of the silent money. Quiet, observing. Merely here to protect his investment. When dad had told me he wanted to go under with us I wasn’t shocked. Inception is hardly a mission which has a physical outcome a buyer can hold. The only way to get proof is to be there with us. I did worry about safety. He was just another parasite the projections could flock to; this put us all at risk. And I had a feeling this sedation meant a simple kill shot wouldn’t suffice.

“One of the longest flights in the world. He makes it every two weeks.”

“He must be flying private then?” Dad questioned.

“Not if there were unexpected maintenance with his plane.” I smirked at this.

“It would have to be a 747.” Arthur jumped in.

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Because on a 747, the pilot is up top,” I didn’t miss how Arthur directed the answer towards my dad. “and the first class cabin is on the nose, so no one would walkthrough but you’d have to buy out the entire cabin and the first class flight attendant.”

“I bought the airline.” We all flocked our gaze to Saito. “It seemed neater.” Ah of course! Why didn’t we think of that?

“Well then.” We had our stage. “Ariadne?” Dad stopped us as we went to leave. “Terrific work by the way.” I smiled her way but she missed it, taken up in a conversation with Arthur.

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My fingers fidgeted on the lock of the case. Itching to try again. Nothing around me was satisfying, I needed some release. The lock flicked up and I hurriedly unpacked the IV. I inserted it and let it do it’s magic. My eyes drooped, my heart slowed yet my excitement bubbled up. My head flopped onto the rough fabric of the deck chair. As my mind floated me away, a presence loomed in my peripheral.

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*Arthur’s pov*

I’d stayed behind late, hoping to have a word with y/n. She hadn’t seemed herself recently and I worried for the state of her mind when we begin this task.

I made my way to the door, believing I’d missed her. I noticed one of the deck chairs hadn’t been put away so I went to tidy up. I saw five painted nails loosen their grip on the edge of the chair and collapse to the side. There was an IV exiting the vein, I tracked it back towards the silver case.

I ambled my way towards her sleeping frame. So peaceful, yet so much life danced behind her closed eyes. I found myself stroking her soft cheeks. She was so perfect. My thumb caressed the contours of her face and it began to droop lower, until it met the curve of her lips. What was I doing?

I jumped back as if her skin had burnt me. Suddenly I was possessed by a new found drive. I ripped one of the other IV’s out of the case and dragged a chair up to the table. I inserted the tube and let the sedative consume my body.

My mind crumbled down and was rebuilt into her subconscious.

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Oh boyyyyy Arthur has gone into her subconscious! What's he gonna find? What's she hiding??

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[this-is-krikkit]

i might be a little feverish but little talks by of monsters and men sure hits different when you listen to it while thinking of season 4 to post canon levihan and i'm going to write an essay about it.

cool? cool.

so, hear me out. first verse:

I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear The stairs creak as you sleep It's keeping me awake It's the house telling you to close your eyes And some days I can't even dress myself It's killing me to see you this way

that's levihan adjusting to life right after the battle of shiganshina, right?

i mean, the old and empty house and the noises it makes while they sleep represent the now near empty headquarters that they've lived in for a decade that's become haunted with all of their dead comrades' ghosts ; and that line some days i can't even dress myself that is, imo a pretty good match for hange's state of mind (who is no doubt struggling to adjust to their role as Commander) while levi has to watch them shoulder all the responsibility of facing this new world none of them imagined as it is, and knowing it's technically his fault they're in this position

There's an old voice in my head That's holding me back Well, tell her that I miss our little talks Soon it will be over and buried with our past We used to play outside when we were young And full of life and full of love Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

now the analogies in this verse might be a little less obvious but bear with me. hange's old persona's is still in there, beneath that much more professional exterior they have to project in their new leading role, and so the other voice saying i miss our little talks to me could symbolize levi missing his crazy close friend (who does make a reappearance once in a while, thankfully, but is mostly concealed) because things aren't quite the same as they used to be between the two of them

and of course, hange is exhausted from that burden they inherited 4 years ago and doubting themself and their decisions (especially when things start to go south with eren and later his minions), and although levi can no doubt understand that, he's still loyal to them as his leader

and then. well then comes that bridge. and i'm gonna let the lyrics speak for themselves, aight?

You're gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear All that's left is a ghost of you Now we're torn, torn, torn apart There's nothing we can do Just let me go, we'll meet again soon

Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep

okay i lied, i'm still going to point out that please hang around is a very obvious parallel to levi telling hange to keep watching, or possibly a reference to his last gesture towards them when they told him to let them go and look cool and he couldn't help himself and had to break everyone's fucking heart over that intimate version of their military salute.

the I'll see you when i fall asleep i feel could refer either to levi's hallucination of all the scouts veterans, or to the fact that he's hoping he gets reunited with them when it's his turn to die, many many years in the future after he gets the rest and peace they all deserved.

anyways THIS IS THEIR ANTHEM BYE!!

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[stoopid-turtle]

Consuming Candies Pt. 1: GG and DD are le Gay

Everything is fake. I make up stuff for fun. Do not believe a word of it.

Intro post for this series

I'm a nerd so I feel I need to asterisk just about anything. Basically, this is my list of moments/candies that cemented for me a few things: 1) DD is hella gay; 2) GG is some flavor of gay; 3) that GGDD definitely had a thing around the time of the TU filming; 4) that they're still together.

1 and 2 are needed to establish 3 and, unless you go for a very different timeline than other turtles, 3 is needed to establish 4.

Such. A. Nerd.

I divided this up into 2 posts because I'm incredibly long-winded.

So, #1: DD is incredibly incredibly gay. There is no doubt in my mind. Here's why, in order with the most convincing moments first. Once I accepted these, the following points were easier to wrap my head around.

a) DD checked out another guy's ass at the Tencent Awards Night and exclaimed "Handsome" to his co-star.

Just what it says on the tin. I've watched these 5 seconds over and over, and I can't wrap my head around any other explanation. The man passes by, DD's eyes clearly sweep down, then he says "Shuai!" I'm usually skeptical of lip-readings, but this is unmistakable.

I put this as the most convincing for me because it's not a bts, there's no need for fanservice, it's an official stream of a video and there is literally no other way to interpret this. It's incredibly blatant. He's into men (and, notably, his co-star in LoF is clearly in the know since he makes the comment to her).

(Honestly, it makes me a little uncomfortable, because I've noticed DD has started covering his mouth when speaking to companions at public events, presumably so that fans can't try to read his lips. I'm sure he did not expect that ass-ogle to be noticed by anyone)

b) "I'm not talking about WWX, I'm talking about XZ." I discussed this in my turtle origin story, but this moment in the bts really knocked me over the head with that fact that DD was outright hitting on XZ. There was no way to interpret this as them joking around with the fact that their characters were in a BL relationship (a la the director referring to them as "lovebirds" or someone on the crew calling xz DD's "wife"). DD straight up flirts with GG. Gets turned down because the phrase he used was taken the wrong way. Then calls him "beautiful" (or "fairy-like"). When GG rejects this as not fitting WWX, DD just clarifies that he's talking about XZ not WWX. (Which, wow, what a line. DD is bold)

There's no het explanation for that moment, unless you want to posit that there was an intentional fabrication of fanservice (I address that issue elsewhere).

Add this on top of DD's other comments to XZ, calling him "erotic", asking for kisses, asking for him to sleep with him, declaring his love. A lot of this is joking around, but there's a safety in joking around when you're flirting with someone you like. You can retreat to the joke if they don't like it.

But this moment isn't even a joke. It's sincere. DD's flirting the fuck with GG.

It's not even hard to believe coming off a). DD is clearly into men. GG is very charismatic and seems to attract the attention of just about everybody who meets him (I get serious There's Something about Mary vibes from him sometimes in how people talk about him) (I am old. My references are old). Is it so hard to think that DD would shoot his shot?

He's on a cast with the guy, playing the love interest. They get along incredibly well. DD has a pretty high opinion of himself, to say the least. I'm not at all surprised he'd make a go for it.

There are several moments in the bts where GG teases DD for sending memes of himself (only the handsome ones) or sending (again, handsome) selfies of himself. It is funny, but it also strikes me as someone trying to get some reaction from his crush. It feels a little awkward to have GG openly teasing him about it but DD gets his revenge by showing off the pouty photo of GG, so he clearly managed to deal with it. (And GG clearly agrees that DD is handsome, so DD's text campaign worked)

c) The Nike rainbow shoes and ice cream.

Honestly, I wouldn't have this on here except for this post by potteresque-ire here on tumblr. Within the context in China at the time, and with the response DD received from his fans, it's clear that the rainbow Nikes + Ben & Jerry's were meaningful to DD. It's a shame that the political situation with Nike later required him to fall in line with the CCP and remove it, but I trust potteresque on the context that this post was a Big Deal.

d) His involvement with TU.

I've heard mixed things about the expectations for TU at the time of casting. The landscape for BL was rocky and the production company was unproven, but it was recognized that MDZS was a huge IP and so there was a chance that it could be a gigantic hit. There was also an equal risk that it would completely flop or not be allowed to air. Still, there's a fantastic interview with the non-GGDD cast of TU where the interviewer asks them if they knew that TU was going to be so big. There's a moment of awkward silence until somebody (I think WZC) just says, "No."

My understanding is that WYB was the biggest star they got on the cast. He had other opportunities, no doubt some that were more promising and that didn't result in him losing the support of his homophobic fans. But DD put his hat in the ring anyway.

Why? Maybe he wanted to roll those dice to see if he could sign on to something that would be huge. But he's also gay, and there's every possibility that he just wanted to act in a gay romance.

(This is putting aside some of the speculation that DD and GG knew each other or were even dating prior to casting.)

I bet he saw it as a rare opportunity to play a (censored) gay character, and he was willing to lose fans to do so (much like with the Nike post). DD is bold.

I go into this more when I talk about GG.

(Also, I don't know if he specifically went in for the LWJ role or if, like literally everybody else on that cast, he was trying to get the role of Xue Yang (srsly, what's up with this???), or if he just kept his options open)

e) He has no interest in women.

Just because a guy likes men doesn't mean he also doesn't like women. Except with DD, he seems to have 0 interest in women. At first, I could chalk this up to him being shy, not having much experience around girls, etc. But after a certain point, his clear disinterest has to be taken in consideration with his overt flirtiness and enthusiasm about men.

Basically, he doesn't have a problem with women. They're just not his focus in life or love. He doesn't light up around women. He lights up around men. I know this is real subjective, and that displeases my nerd heart, so the other points matter too, but this is really the heart of things. DD isn't interested in women.

Add onto this some implications he's made that he is...um...not sexually frigid (I tried to find this clip and was unsuccessful. Ah well.) and...well, you can't be shy with women and still be a horndog Leo if you're straight. That horndog energy is being directed somewhere else.

In sum, DD is just really, really gay. Don't hit me with those, "But his hobbies are so dudely" nonsense. Go meet some actual gay guys, list out their hobbies, then get back to me. DD. Is. Gay. Full stop.

#2. GG is some flavor of gay.

GG's always the more puzzling one. DD is so...loud and unapologetic. GG plays close to the vest.

I'm struck by some screenshots I saw of his university peers gossiping about him back in those days. People explicitly said he wasn't gay, so if GG was out back then, he was only out to a few people.

He came from a traditional family, and I get the vibe he was incredibly nervous at the idea of entering a gay relationship. I doubt he "didn't realize" he was gay until he met DD, because I think even the scaredest, most closeted person knows on some level that they're gay. But I think GG might have been set to remain in the closet for the long-haul.

There's an interview of GG done while filming where he's asked about DD (he smiles real big and it's really sweet). He gives the usual response of DD being slow to warm up to people, but when he's asked about his current impression, he exclaims that DD is "a lunatic" (I laugh every time I watch that). Then he comments that DD isn't scared to be "unconventional".

I can't say for certain, but it feels like it's in part a reference to DD being more bold with his sexual orientation. GG keeps things more buttoned up and close to his chest, but he clearly finds DD's lunacy appealing as he signed onto it.

Honestly, GG is hard for me to get a read on. When I see DD outside of the UT bts, I can see the continuity in his personality. I mean, yeah, everything's turned up to 11 in the UT bts because he's clearly infatuated with GG. But he's still a gremlin outside of the bts, just in a more subdued and less targeted way.

With GG, I struggle sometimes to see the continuity between his personality in the bts and his personality outside it (the wig doesn't help with this. it makes him look like a different person). Granted, I haven't delved into his solo work near as much as I have for DD (and, notably, he doesn't seem to do as much unscripted stuff as DD), but he strikes me as a person who is very adept at code-switching depending on the situation. DD is DD is DD, 24/7. GG is more adaptive to his surroundings.

I imagine that's one of the things that drew GG to DD (beyond the massive flirt-campaign...I mean, who could resist DD when he's going so freaking hard for it?).

Do I think GG's attracted to women? Honestly, not sure. I've not seen enough of his interactions with women or his history with women to say (I've spent way more time with DD outside of TU than GG). But I'm pretty sure he's attracted to men for these reasons:

a) His ideal life painting.

Put aside all the other interpretations people have for that. Just the fact that his ideal life included one (1) other person and that that person is a man is significant.

Admittedly, I don't know the background of the painting. It was used in an ad campaign, and if you watch the full video that showed the painting, the cat and bike elements are shown as inspired by stuff GG saw in a walk. I'm not sure how much creative control he had over the whole thing, and I've not been able to find anything in English about it.

But assuming that he had the freedom to paint his genuine ideal life, or at least enough of it to be the one to choose having a man in there (and why would the hotel specifically ask for a male companion in the painting?), then there's no het explanation for that. GG's ideal life is to be at the beach with his cat and another man.

b) When he wore Pride shoes to an interview.

Not just something that incidentally had a rainbow pattern. Straight-up Pride merch.

IME, allies don't wear Pride merch. Any ally I know who wears Pride merch will eventually come out as LGBT+ at some point. If you wear Pride merch, you're gay. (That's the rule)

Okay, more seriously. I grew up in the grimmer days of the 90s and 00s in US South, before rainbow-washing was profitable and before most studios felt comfortable showing even the slightest amount of gay relationships. Back when wearing a rainbow was a serious statement that would attract notice and might get you beat up (I had multiple friends who were physically attacked. I avoided it bc I am a trickster a bisexual and therefore invisible). Back then, the only people who wore Pride merch were actually gay. I can't think of any exceptions.

Later, as the situation for LGBT+ folks improved in the US (let's put aside the anxiety of the current anti-trans wave), I have seen a couple self-identified allies who wear Pride merch. But in every case, that ally eventually came out as gay. The "ally" label was a useful stopping place in their comfort with being openly gay.

Things may be different in China. I think in some ways, it probably resembles the way things were when I grew up--before gay marriage was legal and when the majority of people expressed disgust with gay people. On the other hand, the homophobia of the US has a strong religious element that doesn't seem to be present in China.

But all that regardless, wearing Pride merch is meaningful. Even now in the US, when rainbows are everywhere. It's definitely meaningful in China, where same-sex relationships are censored in the media.

c) I've discussed DD's overt flirting already, but another part of that "I'm not talking about WWX, I'm talking about XZ" video that struck me was GG's response.

He smiles, crinkles his nose, and shyly looks down. This is such a classic "I'm being flirted with and I'm into it" response (shy-person flavor). No straight guy would react to DD flirting with him like that. That reaction only makes sense if XZ is into being flirted with by men, DD in this case.

d) The BDSM conversation in the cave, complete with GG making an obscene, um, tongue gesture.

I'm trying my best to picture this as a conversation between 2 straight guys, and I'm failing here. The whole conversation is gay. Add in the literal tongue in cheek and it's incredibly flirty and suggestive. Like with C, GG's responses are just...not straight. They only make sense in a flirty context, and not one that's playing with them acting as Wangxian.

e) His involvement in TU.

This follows what I wrote for DD above. XZ was not as big a name as DD was at the time, so he was a relative unknown trying out for a role (for Xue Yang's role, specifically) on a show that may never air.

GG likely didn't have as many options open to him as DD at that time, so you could try to argue that he was just trying out for as many roles as he could.

But honestly, I think anybody who signed onto TU has higher than average odds of being LGBTQ+ themselves. Think about it. If you're queer and in the industry, you have few to no opportunities to play a role that reflects your relationships. You have few opportunities to work on a set that is overtly okay with same-sex relationships (at least, of the fictional variety).

You hear that a BL novel is being adapted and while you know BL novels are mainly for straight women, it's still gonna be a gay romance. Maybe your only chance at being involved in filming a gay romance. Of course you're going to want to be in on that.

Being in the closet sucks. Not being able to be yourself fully sucks. Back when I was a gay teen in the 90s-00s, I would just look up photos of girls kissing online (not porn. just kissing) just because I never saw that and it fed something inside of me that was missing. A part of me that was never reflected back at me. I ached for more lesbian relationships in TV and books, and I watched so many shitty movies/tv shows just because there were lesbians in it.

The media landscape is much better now here in the US, but when I think about how queer folk in the industry in China might feel, I think back to myself as a younger queer lady bursting at the seams to immerse myself in a world that actually had a space carved for me.

So yeah, being on the UT, in of itself, is a signal to me. It doesn't mean that everybody involved with it was gay. But I do think that it means that the odds of any particular person being gay is higher than in a non-BL production.

Admittedly, there's no way to prove this, and who knows? Maybe gay men would be less likely to want to work on a BL production because of the strained relationship between gay men and the boy-love genre. But I kinda doubt that because when your relationships are censored, you'll latch onto anything you can get that even resembles them. I watched countless anime made for horny fanboys because they had lesbians in them. I watched, literally, anything, no matter who created it. I know other gay girls who watched lesbian porn of the type made by and for straight men because they just wanted to see their own desires reflected at them, even if the reflection was a little wonky.

And that's just with watching media. Signing up to act in a project means you also get to connect with other people who are hypothetically okay with gay relationships. Who might even be gay, themselves. Fuck yeah, you're gonna leap on that.

So, yeah. This point is the last for both DD and GG but it's important because it establishes how I think about the production of TU. If the set had more gay cast/crew given the subject matter of the show, is it really so far-fetched that some people would hook up? Or start a relationship?

Once I convinced myself that GG and DD are some flavor of gay, the rest wasn't hard to buy into at all. But that's for the next post. :)

I am a clown and everything I say is fake. Don't buy into it.

Next Post: Consuming Candies Pt 2: DD ❤️ GG and GG ❤️ DD

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[calehenituse-brainrot]

Fresh Air

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

Fresh air is needed for you and Alver is not letting you go by yourself.

content warning: blood

Working in the Palace might be some people's dream job, and you know what? You can't blame them.

The pay is good, their social insurance is a corporate slave's dream, and even though it's hectic, the integrity and honor of working within the Royal Palace is something that others might think is worth it.

But by God, the amount of conservative-minded people here is so fucking insufferable. Getting a spot to work in the Palace so easily because you're close with Alver Crossman himself along with Cale Henituse is bound to have you earn a lot of shit talk, both behind and in front of you. In a week of working here, you've heard that you were probably seducing His Highness to work in this insufferable place. Can you imagine that? Seducing someone to get you to work while you're getting so much money just from existing in the Henituse duchy?

While it is true that you got this spot because you had some of the best connections in the kingdom, it doesn't mean you weren't a hard worker and gained this amount of trust from them all because you were shaking your hips and batting your eyelashes. In fact, if you were that attractive, you would've immediately scammed some old men to get their whole fortune on the reg. But alas, you are not, so here you were, signing paperwork, making sure the budgeting for several projects isn't iffy, and looking over the public services the kingdom offers to the citizens.

Honestly, the shit-talking problem isn't that bad.

What's the worst part of working around these conservatives is...

"Of course, I doubt you'd understand how exactly it works because you're a woman."

You skim through the proposal Count Theodore has placed on your desk, glancing at the ridiculously inhumane number of gold coins they have put down in the budgeting section to fix the roads in the commoners' parts of the kingdom. "And it seems you don't understand that you need my signature to get this amount of money, Count Theodore. You need me, a woman, to agree to whatever plan you, a man, have."

Alver has entrusted you to the duty of agreeing to any proposals sent to the Palace for any building or to provide anything for the kingdom, usually applied by the workers and employees after there's a certain amount of request or petition from nobles or commoners. Alver knew of your very frugal habits over money that isn't even yours and how you're very considerate of people, so he thought entrusting you with that duty was perfect. 

"I know!" Count Theodore yells out with a hearty laugh as if you had just stated a joke and you thought truly how much these men have had their brains fried from being under the sun too long with their balding heads. "How ridiculous this situation is."

"I know. It's as ridiculous as this proposal," you responded, closing the proposal and pushing it away from you. "I'm not signing this."

Count Theodore's smile dropped and he looked at you with wide eyes, no doubt flabbergasted. "W-what? No!"

You rolled your eyes. Yet another grown man who can't take "no" for an answer. Then again, you might have been spoiling the man for quite some time now, agreeing with some of his projects whenever you deemed them as useful and not excessive. And because Count Theodore himself has had too many projects in that part of the city is exactly the reason why you cannot agree to this proposal.

"You've had at least three projects that focus on providing and rebuilding some public facilities in the area within the last two months," you pointed out, stating some of the more logical reasons first. 

Count Theodore frowned. "Then what is the problem? That's great that I have been contributing to the people!"

You sighed. "Working on the street right now will be in vain as the street is not only being used by your crew's carriages to transport goods and tools for those projects that are still ongoing but it is always being used by the public. We can't work on the street as long as it is being used and the commoners will have a hard time getting from place to place if the street is being blocked off by construction work. An accident whilst we work on it could also happen so I will not approve of this project."

"Another reason is because the budgeting for this project is way too much," you said with a frown. "You want five million gold to fix a dent on the street?"

"Miss [Name], as I've said before, you don't seem to understand," he began to explain with a tone too condescending. "You're a woman, so you don't understand how bad it is--"

"I shop frequently on this street, Count Theodore," you told him, leaning to your chair with a raised eyebrow. "I've seen with my own eyes how bad it is and most damage it has inflicted was the jolt of a carriage when it passes that dent."

"Aha, I see," Count Theodore said with a smile. "It seems you've lingered too long on those... commoner areas that you must be surprised by this amount of money, Miss [Name]."

"I have tea parties and meals with the Henituse family before I worked here, Count Theodore," you countered. "You have not seen the amount of money I've dealt with and gotten as pay while working there."

You picked up the proposal, handing it to Count Theodore with a polite smile. "Come back once you get a better project for me."

You rubbed your temple, walking along the halls of the palace toward Alver's study.

Lately, you've been cranky from the sleepless nights and insufferable colleagues and nobles. You have been becoming more and more blunt each day and you're too afraid to admit that whenever you see a nobleman hanging out by the porch, smoking a few sticks of cigarettes or maybe even with a pipe, you have the urge to go over to them and ask for a puff. You're not one to smoke, but seeing those relaxed faces as they exhaled a thin, greyish smoke had you questioning whether you should start smoking again.

'Don't.'

You stopped walking, a surge of pain overcoming your head. You placed your palm on the wall, trying your best to keep standing up. You heard the faint voice of an unfamiliar man asking if you were okay and a large hand on your back. Your vision blurs, black spots filling it slowly to the point you couldn't see that you have let go of the stack of papers in your hand, letting it scatter all over the floor.

'When will you find me?'

This was the reason for your sleepless nights. Such a familiar voice, echoing inside your head, always coming by accompanied with such a stinging ache that you would nearly lose consciousness and when you do, you'll always wake up restless and mentally drained. Is this what Cage felt whenever the God of Death talks to her? Is this voice inside your head a God or are you slowly going insane?

'You must hurry,' the voice continues, their tone urgent and anxious. 'I need you, and only you.'

"Someone, please--!"

You gripped the hand that was holding your shoulder, stopping the person from talking. You waited for a few seconds, hoping the headache will die down and your vision clears up and when it doesn't, you have the urge to ask the voice; 'What do I need to do...?'

And life -- cruel as always -- decided to help you. Your headache subsides, vision slowly returning to its original state, now capable of seeing the droplets of red that were falling from your face to the carpet and thankfully not the papers.

'Leave them all.'

You blinked, trying to comprehend what the voice was saying. Leave? Do you have to leave this place?

"Miss [Name], are you alright?" The man that had grabbed you was an on-duty guard. You looked up and his eyes widened slightly once he saw your face. 

"You're having a nosebleed, Miss," he told you, fishing out a handkerchief from his breast pocket. You murmured a small "thanks", wiping your nose with the handkerchief and holding it in place while the guard helped you by gathering the papers on the floor.

"I'm sorry for troubling you, Sir," you began apologetically, slightly distracted by the chaos in your mind. 'Leave? How far should I go?'

'I will show you the way,'the voice told you, gentle and in a way, comforting. 'Leave and I will tell you all the answers to your questions.'

The guard laughed nervously, his voice snapping you back to reality. You noticed he had sorted the papers you've dropped earlier and was now handing them back to you. "It's the least I could do to Miss [Name]. Because of you, those nobles don't dare to be arrogant in the palace for quite some time now."

"You don't like nobles, Sir?" You questioned, a bit muffled as your nose is still being covered.

The guard shook his head, smiling. "Not the arrogant ones, Miss."

"Me too," you laughed. "Thank you for the good work, Sir."

"I thank you as well, Miss, but aren't you pushing yourself too hard?" He inquired with a concerned frown. "Please get some proper rest."

You smiled, nodding. "Thank you, Sir. I'll return your handkerchief after I cleaned it."

"Please take your time."

After parting from the kind guard, you returned on your way to Alver's study, wiping your nose clean from the blood and stuffing it into your pocket. You took a deep breath before knocking on Alver's door, announcing your presence, and waiting to hear his signal to let you inside before you opened the door and strolled in. 

"Good afternoon, Your Highness."

Alver didn't even look up at you, eyes still looking down at his own pile of paperwork. "Good afternoon, Miss [Name]."

You approached his desk, placing the papers on top of the expensive mahogany desk with a sigh. "These are the reports regarding some of the progress with the projects for public facilities. Also, Count Theodore is constantly submitting proposals for a very large amount of money in a short amount of time, obviously wanting to embezzle some money. Though, all of his submitted projects, ones I accepted for plausible reasons and ones I declined, are pointed at the same area so I suspect there might be something fishy going on in that area, so I suggest checking it out."

Alver only glanced at the pile of papers you've put on his table and then did a double take. "What is that?"

"What?" You asked back, confused as you watch Alver finally sit straight. He took some of the papers from the stack, eying the sides with a frown. "Miss [Name], is this blood on the paper?"

Your eyes widened, alarmed. Instead of looking at the papers Alver was showing you, you looked at your fingers, which prompted Alver to look at you. He looked at your stained fingertips and then at your face, where he can see some dried blood around your nostrils. He hurriedly stood up, already fishing out a handkerchief to give to you, manners are thrown out the window once he concluded what had happened.

"[Name], did you get a nosebleed?" He asked.

You answered his question by taking out a bloodied handkerchief from your pocket to clean around your nostrils. "It was only a little."

"The amount of blood on that small piece of cloth is concerning," he retorted. "Use this and take some rest. I'm putting you on a leave."

"Will I still get paid during my leave?"

"By the love of Gods, yes. Now go rest."

Not much was said after that because Alver kept on pressing you to go to your room to rest. You simply went back to your room, accepting any food and treats Alver had sent your way and also the doctor that came by to check on you. He only said you were lacking in sleep and overworked so he advised a few days of rest and proper eating. After all of that was over, you spent the rest of the day in your room, keeping to yourself by reading some of the books you have.

You didn't expect to see Alver again that day but when your door was knocked and that handsome pale face and tufts of blond hair appeared in your doorway, you couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised. "Your Highness," you greeted him with a curtsy. 

He waved you off. "Let's drop the formalities for now, [Name]. May I come in?"

You stepped aside, letting the tall man in and shutting the door quietly behind you. Instead of walking ahead and sitting down, Alver stayed by your side, fixing your shawl, and placed a hand on your back while you both walked to the couch together. His voice asked you softly; "How are you feeling?"

"I feel better," you say, noting how Alver lets you sit down first before he sat across you. You smiled, wondering how were you able to befriend the man without falling in love considering your streak of falling head over heels for whoever treats you right.

"Are you overworked?" Alver asked, no doubt familiar with your circumstances, or so he thinks. "Would you like me to hand over some of your responsibilities to someone else?"

"I'm not overworked," you told him with a sigh. Nosebleeds happening in your previous life had been normal, considering the amount of work you had to deal with and the lack of sleep that accompanied it, but this time around, you weren't going to risk telling that to Alver who would immediately cut you back from the work that has been helping you keep being busy or even worse, sending you back to the Duchy. "Some people are insufferable, but what else is new? The amount of work you've placed on me is enough for me to handle alone."

"Then could you explain your nosebleeds?" Alver asked, entreating you with a raised eyebrow. "I've been asking around your colleagues to question them regarding these events occurring and they stated it has happened several times. Even the maids who had been cleaning your room have come forward."

'Shit,' you thought. 

"Tell me the truth, [Name]," he asks of you, his tone firm and leaving no room for excuses. You had a passing thought that this might be how it is to have a caring big brother, but what do you know? You were an only child between your mother and father. While you did have your half-sisters, you never truly know how to act around them as things between the three of you were awkward, most likely influenced by your mother's nasty attitude towards you.

"I just--" You began hesitantly. "There's just been a lot on my mind lately, with Count Theodore, the sexism in this workplace, and--"

"Do I have to call for Cale?"

You nearly snapped. "Why would you even call for him?"

"Because you're lying." Alver upbraided you with no remorse. "And I know you're incapable of lying to him. That's why you're here, running away from him. We both know that if you meet him, you'd have to be honest with him about your feelings."

Alver knew he was the winner of this debate once he saw your face of defeat, eyebrows scrunched up and the corners of your mouth pulled downwards. Your tense shoulders sagged as you let out a sigh, both hands coming up to rub your face and just in time, another headache came to you.

'You don't have much time,' the voice stated sternly. 'Don't you want to know why you're here?'

"[Name]?" Alver's warm hand is on your back, having moved to your side once he noticed how you haven't shown your face and didn't respond to his voice when he called for you. You easily leaned to him, your head lolling to the side almost like a corpse and Alver's blood ran cold when he saw your eyes roll to the back of your head. He wrapped his arm around you, his other hand cradling your cheek. "[Name]? Can you hear me?"

'I'll give you a few days to prepare,' the voice spoke again to your head. 'Once you are prepared, board for the ship that heads the furthest from the Western continent.'

'Is that where you are?' you were able to respond despite feeling your consciousness slowly slipping away. 'Will I find my answers there?'

There was no voice to answer you and you feel your stomach drop at the silence. Whoever it was, they have decided to give you an ultimatum and will not be speaking to you until you've done your task. Suddenly you're seven, tugging on your mother's pants and begging for her forgiveness as she turns away from you, keeping her mouth shut and ignoring your cries because you had simply forgotten to pick up your plate and put it in the sink.

"Fuck," you murmured to yourself and heard Alver's relieved sigh. Your eyelids fluttered open, Alver's handsome face slowly coming into your vision, relief and concern flashing across his eyes when they met your bleary ones. "Fuck, you scared me."

You took a moment to realize that Alver had cursed. "That's not very elegant of you to curse."

"Good to hear you have enough energy in you to lecture me," he told you, slowly releasing you once he made sure you have enough strength to sit up properly. "[Name], I don't think it's wise of you to continue working here."

"I just need some fresh air," you told him, standing up slowly. Alver frowned, standing up with you, "[Name], this is self-destructive. Please give yourself a break."

"Fresh air is break," you told him, opening your wardrobe and taking out a coat. "I will be back tonight."

"[Name], please," Alver pleaded, frustrated with how stubborn you were being. He sees you discarding your shawl onto the bed and putting on your coat before he pursed his lips into a thin line. "Fine. But I'm going with you."

Alver watched you stroll in the middle of the path, walking with no clear intention. You walked without much thought with the royal beside you, aimlessly looking around nonchalantly and sometimes Alver had to grab you to make sure you were not bumping into people. 

"Could you tell me what you're thinking about?" He quietly asks you, holding your hand. "Surely admitting your feelings for Cale is not that bad that you'd rather choose the nosebleeds and losing consciousness."

"You think so?" You murmured without much thought, your feet guiding you towards the slums.

"[Name]," Alver pressed, gripping your hand. "I'm being serious."

"Your Highness," you began, turning to look at the blond. "I'm not doing this just because I'm a coward when it comes to confrontation. I'm doing this not only to protect myself but him, too."

Alver frowned. "How? Worst case scenario is rejection, which I highly doubt will happen."

"Worst case scenario is me leaving you all."

Alver's mouth clamps shut instantly when you look at him with a frown. "Cale had the choice to leave this place and was shown the reason how and why he was here. I didn't. What if I easily accept his love, commit to him, and then find out I'm not supposed to be here? What if I don't have any other choice but to leave you all? I won't be the only one coming out of this unscathed."

Alver chewed the inside of his cheek. Was this what you had been thinking this whole time? With the whole chaos with Cale's existence and the God of Death, Alver had neglected to question whether or not you were pursuing the answers to your existence here because Cale was so nonchalant about his. 

"[Name], I--"

"Hush," you whispered, pulling Alver close as two men neared you both. You cursed at the fact that you didn't have a cloak and improvised, placing your forehead onto his chest and slowly peeking to the side to get a look at the men who will walk by you. Alver quickly understood what you were doing and lowered his face, the hood of the cloak falling to hide his face.

"Count Theodore promised to give us the money in two more days," one of them stated in what he thinks is a whisper but can be heard clearly by you and Alver. You and Alver stilled, eyes wide when you heard the name of the insufferable man who has been making your work harder. 

One of the two men glanced at you both for only a mere second before they continued, "Then I'll prepare the girls and the..."

His voice began drifting off the further they walked away. You looked up at Alver, seeing the pissed-off look on his face before you grinned. "A case of a corrupt noble?"

Alver closed his eyes and spoke in an irritated tone, "How surprising."

To think you both had walked to the area where Count Theodore was constantly aiming for in his projects was laughable. You had advised Aver to look into Count Theodore this morning and having this happen in front of Alver would push the man to do a deep dive into Count Theodore and whatever he's hiding.

"Let's go back."

#cale henituse x reader #trash of the count's family #cale henituse #lout of count’s family #tcf cale #lcf cale #x reader #manhwa #alver crossman #alberu crossman #tcf alver

[catboymitosis]

for the daanlevi requests, could I request something post termina, in which Daan wins and somehow, a fully formed and “normal” doppelganger Levi finds him? Daan would know that it’s not truly Levi, but at that point he doesn’t care anymore. I don’t have any specifics for this outside of “go nuts do whatever you want op”. It’s cool if you’re not up for doing this though!

This was a super interesting concept I honestly struggled to stay within my word count restriction! The way I see the doppelgangers is as the most “ideal” version of them to the people in their lives outside of termina, for Levi  the people his doppelganger is the ideal version for is the eastern union military. I tried to keep on that theme while making a Levi doppelganger that’s more fully formed than just “fucked up pokemon”

In his daze Daan couldn’t tell whether he’d been woken up or snapped back to reality, the time between sitting on the train was blank, devoid of any real thought or rest. He might as well have been dead in those moments, this might well be what coming back to life felt like. 

Forced into a body so wrong it refuses to move as you ask it because it deems you not deserving of control over it. A body so weak it would rather dive head first to the floor and crack itself open than lift itself up with you in it. 

A body so hostile it aches and pains you every second you inhabit it, waiting for the day you finally admit to yourself you aren’t cut out for it.

The new voices added to the stir behind him talked of the train stopping, the absence of the distant shake and rumble of his surroundings supported this. They talked of a boy with a loaded gun in hushed tones, of the law enforcement coming to take him away.

His heavy eyelid finally gave way, he looked around for this silent gun wielding assailant. Through blurry vision he could make out a green blur holding a rifle across from him, a strangely familiar green blur with black hair.

He rubbed his eye.

This couldn’t be Levi. He had his gun, his uniform, he even had his face but this could not be Levi.

Levi was dead, he’d felt him go cold.

For a moment he let himself doubt any of it had been real, that everything in Prehevil had been nothing but a bad dream.

Recklessly he approached the Levi lookalike, much too frantic to de-escalate the situation if he were right. The boy stared forward unblinkingly, paying no mind to his approach.

“Do-” the young soldier turned to face Daan as he was addressed. Confronted with a dead man's eyes meeting his own, a blank expressionless living dead face, he faltered for a moment.

Clearing his throat he began again. “Your name. What’s your name?”

“Levi, sir” he replied clearly.

 “And do you know me Levi? What’s my name?” he asked in the practiced tone reserved for patients in critical condition.

“Yes sir, you’re Daan, sir” he replied plainly, not an ounce of confusion in his voice.

“You need to get out of here, come with me quick” he didn’t have the time to process any of this, he wouldn’t get to figure out how any of this was possible if Levi was taken into police custody. Levi stood to attention at his words “Leave that behind, we need to go.”

With no objection he dropped his rifle and followed behind Daan, some of the crowd gave them a wide berth, he grabbed Levi by the wrist and squeezed them through the ones that didn’t. This city was not one he knew, he led them through it on his best guess of where might be away from prying eyes.

Pulling Levi into a quiet alley away from the bustle, the rush of finding him alive despite everything faded, the wrongness of this entire situation settled in its place. Levi wasn’t acting like himself, he didn’t even sound like Levi used to sound running behind him.

“Your shoes…” he trailed off gazing down, in the place of old tattered up white sneakers where the same sturdy boots he recognized on the men and boys he’d treated as a medic.

“Standard military issue, sir” 

Daan grabbed Levi by the arm and turned it over, he was covered in old combat scars but not a single mark of a needle in the bend of his elbow.

“You’re not-” he stopped himself from finishing the thought out loud, a palpable tenseness formed between them the moment he started to speak it. This was the first he’d ever truly been scared of Levi, instinct screaming at him to play along rather than call it out. “hurt. You’re not hurt.”

“No sir, I’m battle ready, sir” the tension relented.

“There’s no need to call me sir. Listen you can’t just open carry a weapon in a place like this, it’s not the same as Prehevil, or the front even. The war is over” the nightmares were over. He tried to convince himself of this just as much.

“Yes Daan, I’m sorry, Daan”

“Just. Where were you even going?” he sighed.

“To my last assigned outpost” 

“... What? Why?”

“I left my post there without permission, I need to return.”

“No you’ll- Levi they’ll kill you for that you can’t go there!” 

None of this made sense, this wasn’t Levi it was something pretending to be Levi. But to what ends? To be publicly executed? To be made an example of for any would be deserters?

“They’re expecting me there, I don’t have anywhere else to go, Daan”

The words cut him right to his core, they might as well have been said in his own voice, wearing his own face. Did the ghosts in Rondon expect him, did they wait for him to join them or could he just not imagine a place he belonged to more than a joint grave?

“This isn’t real” his insides trembled as all the emotions he’d pushed down to survive boiled over and threatened to spill. “Tell me this is real Levi, make me believe this is real”

Levi pinched the back of his hand, hard. It hurt, the pain seared, he let it linger. Let out shaky breath after shaky breath till they became steady. 

He pried Levi’s fingers from him and held them, caressed his cheek with the other. It didn’t flinch nor lean into his touch. Levi was dead, Daan hadn’t saved him. The thing before him was warm, alive. He didn’t care why it was Levi anymore, he could still save it. 

“You have a place. With me, you can come with me.”

#daanlevi

[ro-botany]

@silque Hope you don't mind me pulling this into it's own post; it's a critical enough point that I really wanna expand on it.

For context for those who didn't read my recent longass post about Frederick in general: We're talking about the canonical age at which Emmeryn was crowned Exalt of Ylisse.

According to the numbers from Awakening Chapter 6, when Emm took the throne she was

NINE YEARS OLD

Maaaaaybe 10, at the most, if you stretch the meaning of "before her tenth year" a bit and play around with the exact date her dad died.

(To be clear, Frederick's age in that table is a headcanon, not canonical in any way)

You are making several excellent points and I'm Big Emotional about all of them, so naturally, I'm going to take four miles of post length to screech about this in more detail.

It is fucking wild to me that the game breezes by the war timeline and the ages of the royal kids so fast. To the point where I straight up missed it! Or forgot, I guess, in the years since my last full playthrough.

I just. I have to set the scene.

Ylisse has just been through an unfathomably bloody holy war. Almost anyone of fighting age was given a weapon and dragged to the desert to fight, leaving behind a halidom populated almost exclusively by children and the elderly, with a dwindling food supply. A country driven into desperation and chaos by its own ruler.

We don't know how the Exalt dies--if his own men turned mutiny or he was routed by Plegian forces or what--but the Exalt does die, and the war dies with him. When the news from the front finally trickles back to Ylisstol alongside what few broken men and women survived the violence, the oldest person of exalted blood is duty-bound to take his former place on the throne.

Overnight, nine-year old Emmeryn goes from playing with her baby brother and awaiting the day her baby sister is born, to being crowned Exalt of a dying country and a shattered populace that now turns all their hurt and ire onto her.

She has her council of old, withered politicians to guide her hand. She has the castle guards--all either old enough to be her grandparents or young enough to be her peers--to protect her from the worst of the violence. She has her mother, too--until one day, too soon, she doesn't.

The game certainly doesn't gloss over the tragedy of that. It neglects to emphasize the ages these kids were dealing with all this at, though. I could tangent off into another 500-1000 words about how fucked that family situation is if I chose to and the unique ways that has played into the characterization of everybody involved. That Emmeryn grew up to be as competent and well-loved a ruler as she did is a monumental feat, not only on her part, but on the parts of the people who supported and raised her.

And to bring it back to the man of the hour on this blog… At some point, Frederick became one of those people. He's been looking after Chrom and Lissa for who even knows how long; there is no doubt in my mind that, like tumblr user silque suggested, Frederick also helped look after Emmeryn. Helped her and her siblings make whatever sense of the ongoing tragedies they could, while probably dealing with a mountain of issues of his own.

He's something at the nexus between older brother, father, bodyguard to all of them. He's been by their side, a constant rock, since all four of them were arguably children. Frederick doesn't let his guard down for a second. He sees the weight on the shoulders of these kids, and he knows helping them bear it is the best thing he can do to help the people starving in his village and every other like it, or to help avert this war, or end that war swiftly. He devotes himself to this duty so utterly that he's practically killing himself from stress and overwork. Always watching for the wolf in the shadows, that Emmeryn and Chrom and Lissa might be able to avoid the fangs and continue being the beacons the halidom needs them to be.

Even when they're at peace, the eyes at the edge of the firelight are all he can see. It confuses Chrom and Lissa; and that's how he knows he's doing his job correctly.

And this relationship between Frederick and the royal siblings.

Is reduced to jokes about pebble-clearing and overzealous recruitment posters a solid 80% of the time.

I JUST.

I want to clarify that these games being goofy and silly and over the top as often as they are is one of their draws, and that I do enjoy how just, cartoonishly cautious Frederick can be. I love the jokes. I am that guy who played the Before Awakening DLC in Fates literally 128 times to max out the pebble joke weapon. In no world do I think we need to wholly kill comedy here.

But at the same time I can't help but be blown away by how often the heart in this relationship is neglected in favour of comedy. The second you start thinking about how Frederick got where he is and why he is the way he is, there is just, SO much there.

It's of dubious canonicity at best, but I want you to read the conversations that Chrom and Frederick have with Emmeryn during her recruitment paralogue. I want you to notice how Chrom, though clearly emotional, is capable of putting his emotions aside, and opts to focus on keeping her safe rather than indulging in his grief, which he knows would only confuse her.

And then I want you to notice how Frederick, stoic, icy Frederick, breaks down. A paragraph of two years of repressed grief comes tumbling out all at once to a woman who, ultimately, is only a ghost of the person he knew. He begs her forgiveness. He cannot, cannot think clearly or objectively in this moment. He hurts too deeply. He cares too much.

The so-called Cold Lieutenant of the Shepherds cares so deeply and self-sacrificingly about everyone and it can be really damn funny, or utterly heart-melting, or utterly heart-breaking depending on the situation and how you play it. AND YET. THE SIDE CHARACTER CURSE. The most genuinely they ever play this bond is in a side chapter that isn't even canon.

How do I end this post.

I am inconsolable for SEVERAL REASONS.

#fe awakening #frederick #emmeryn #chrom #lissa #long post #i continue to be allergic to brevity #like half of this is being stunned by the immense childhood trauma the ylissean royal sibs went through #and the other half is weeping over how fred's side character curse interacts with that #there's barely a coherent point to this #i made the mistake of listening to divine decree and then saw that reply and got riled #and when i get riled i vomit 1000 words out and then collapse

[simpforchuchu]

Imagine Ranmaru trying to get Hyuga's sister by arranging a marriage

I mean, this dude already know Hyuga and thought him as an "old friend" and he probably know Y/N too

Rocky is pissed is understanding

But Idk about Hyuga though... I feel like Hyuga would surprised? (But ain't no way he would agree) and Y/N obviously wouldn't agree either. That's gonna make Ranmaru pissed.

Unbeknowst him, he not only messing with Daruma but he is messing with sword too (ง'̀-'́)ง

Platonic!Hyuga x His Older Sister x Rocky x Sword vs Doubt

a/n: okay, I dont even know what i wrote... But here you are jdkdkkf It was a great request, I hope you like it ♥️🥳 More H&L requests !! (Sword gangs, Amamiyas, Oya and Housen High Students and Hope Hill 6)

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

"What the fuck are you talking about ?"

Ranmaru smiled as Hyuga's voice echoed in the room.

"Come on, we're old friends. Besides, I've known her for years. If you approve-"

Hyuga frowned, looked at the man across from him and spoke in an angry tone.

“My sister will marry whomever she wants. She is not a commodity for sale. Mind your words Ranmaru, you know how much I respect her. Don't disrespect her!”

Ranmaru raised his hands to defend himself

"I respect her too. That's why I want to marry her. You know she's amazing."

Hyuga rolled his eyes and sighed. He didn't like this situation. It bothered him that he talked about his older sister when the man in front of him was a scumbag selling women.

"She already has a boyfriend. So cut it,Ranmaru."

Ranmaru grinned angrily.

"I don't know what a great woman like her finds in Rocky. Doesn't it bother you that he's with that guy?"

"This is none of your business!"

He looked at the young woman who had entered the room with the voice suddenly interrupting their conversation. Y/n leaned against the wall and glared angrily at the man sitting across from his brother.

"What the fuck is up with me or my boyfriend is none of your business. Now shut the fuck up and leave!"

Ranmaru looked at Hyuga, who looked confused too. His older sister was always kind. But he knew very well that she hated men like Ranmaru. So he silently looked at the two of them. Ranmaru got up and walked towards the door and stood in front of y/n

"I can make you happier than him, y/n, you know."

Y/n grinned and then looked up in disgust.

"I'd rather die than be with you, thank you" Ranmaru grinned and walked out the door angrily.

Y/n stood in front of her brother after he left and looked at him

"I don't like seeing that man here."

Hyuga rolled his eyes

"You know he's our ally."

"Ally? Come on, Hisa! You have the Sword, you don't need it!"

Hyuga rolled his eyes and lay down

"You're not even officially in the gang, so leave that to me."

Y/n looked at him in surprise at what her brother said. Hyuga realized what he was saying and quickly lifted his head and looked at his older sister. He knew what he had said was wrong, so he felt like he was screwing.

"Nee-chan-"

Y/n smiled and nodded

"You're right"

And she walked to the door without saying anything else. It wasn't the first fight between the two siblings. She also knew that her brother was saying it in anger, but she was really hurt. So she quickly walked out the door and left the temple. Hyuga exhaled angrily and lay down on the ground.

***

Some of the Rascals bowed respectfully the moment she entered Heaven's gate, and y/n bowed slightly to them. She tried to smile, but it was a little difficult considering how offended she was.

She walked up the stairs and smiled at Koo, who greeted her.

"Good evening y/n-san! You look beautiful as always."

Y/n smiled sadly and thanked him.

"Is Rocky upstairs?"

Koo nodded his head and she asked again,

"Is he available, do you mind if I come in?"

Koo smiled and bent slightly and pointed to the stairs with his hand.

"We didn't know you were coming, but I'm sure he has always time for you"

Y/n smiled and nodded

"Thank you Koo-san and can I ask you something please?"

"What can I do for you y/n-san?"

"I think I need a drink. A strong one, please."

Koo had noticed the woman's melancholy demeanor all along, smiling and nodding his head.

"I'm sending it right away."

Y/n thanked him again and climbed the stairs. She walked into the private room and greeted the guys at the door and entered.

Although Rocky was surprised to see her, he smiled broadly and stood up.

"What a nice surprise it is!"

Y/n smiled faintly and walked to her waiting lover with open arms. She wrapped her arms around the tall man's waist and hugged him tightly.

Rocky sensed this different mood in her and knew something was wrong. He stroked the young woman's hair with his hand and gestured with his eyes to the men in the room.

"Hey, how was your day? You look tired"

Y/n smiled and nodded

"I'm not really tired-"

"Did something happen ?"

Y/n smiled

"I just wanted to see you."

Rocky smiled and took his girlfriend's hand and led her to the sofa. They sat on the sofa together and hugged.

"Y/n... do you want to tell me what happened or-"

"We had an argument with Hisa."

Rocky nodded silently.

"Again we disagreed on one thing and... you know... he said I'm not officially in the gang" she sighed "Actually he's right. But Daruma is my family and I want to protect them. And I know my brother isn't always thinking about the end. That's why... I don't know, it just hurt me being told like that to my face..."

Rocky nodded his head

"I know he didn't mean it on purpose... we always fight and always say mean things. But I'm still upset."

Rocky smiled and patted the young woman's shoulder.

“I know how much Hyuga loves you. And how much he cares for you."

Y/n nodded and stroked the necklace around her neck.

"I know... you're right... never mind, I just want to hug you and relax a bit. Okay?"

Rocky smiled and rested his lover's head on his chest. He hugged the young woman tightly and started playing with her hair.

He could feel how upset she was. Y/n seemed very strong, but she was a very fragile person. She always thought of others before herself. That's why he knew that at times like this, she would only come to him.

***

Hyuga didn't get much sleep that night. He felt guilty for what he said to his older sister. Actually at that moment, he was angry with Ranmaru and didn't want to act like that.

In the morning, when her sister still did not return, he started to worry.

He called his sister several times, but when she didn't pick up, he texted Rocky. It was early morning, but Rocky opened his eyes at the text message and checked his phone.

Seeing the message from Hyuga, he slowly pulled his arm away from the young woman and answered the message.

Hyuga relaxed and sighed at the incoming message. At least his older sister was safe. He could now sleep peacefully.

***

When Rocky woke up and told y/n that his brother was asking about her and he was worried, y/n didn't want to go any further. She said goodbye to Rocky and left.

Although he wanted to drop her off, she said there was no need and she wanted to go shopping.

***

After buying a few things from a shop in the  Sannoh area, y/n left the shop and waited for a taxi. She was also stepping while waiting.

Her eyes widened as she frowned as a black car suddenly stopped in front of her. Although she wanted to escape, everything happened suddenly and the men caught y/n and forced her into the car. Y/n wanted to resist, but stopped struggling with the knife held to her throat and swallowed.

***

Those who saw the incident in the vicinity told the Hodlum Squad about the incident. They handed the necklace found on the ground to their leader, and Cobra's eyes opened wide.

"This necklace... the Daruma symbol... I've seen this necklace before."

Yamato cried out in excitement as he examined the necklace in Cobra's hand.

"Isn't that y/n-san's necklace?"

Cobra looked at his friend in horror. If this necklace belonged to the kidnapped person, it meant Doubt kidnapped Y/n Hyuga.

"Y/n-san... we need to talk to Hyuga and Rocky. Tell Daruma and Rascals that we need to meet immediately."

***

When All Sword met again in the old warehouse, Hyuga sat down in the sofa angrily.

"I said there would be no alliance. Why did you gather us all here at this time of day, Cobra?"

"Do you know where Y/n-san is?" At Cobra's words, Rocky and Hyuga looked at Cobra in surprise. Hyuga spoke angrily.

"What does that mean now? What does it have to do with my sister?"

Rocky also asked curiously.

"What's going on Cobra?"

Cobra took a deep breath and took out a necklace from his pocket. He handed it to Hyuga, and Hyuga looked at the necklace in his hand in surprise.

"A young woman was abducted from an alley in Sannoh 2 hours ago. The people around found this necklace. I saw this necklace before on y/n-san."

Hyuga stood up in fear and stood in front of Cobra. He grabbed the blonde man by the collar and pulled him towards him.

"You're telling me now that Doubt kidnapped my sister?"

Rocky spoke with concern

"Y/n left a few hours ago. She said she was going shopping-"

"You let her go alone?"

Hyuga roared in anger and Rocky responded in kind

"You know your sister doesn't like that kind of thing!"

Hyuga sighed angrily and ran his hand through his hair.

"You should have been protecting her!"

"You shouldn't have disrespected her in the first place!"

Cobra intervened when Hyuga and Rocky faced off

"Cut it out! We know Doubt took her. What I don't understand is that Daruma was on good terms with Doubt?"

Hyuga thought about what had happened when Cobra asked Hyuga. His eyes flashed when he remembered what had happened.

"Son of a bitch!"

He explained when everyone looked at him

"He said he wanted to marry Y/n-"

"What?" Rocky yelled angrily, "And you didn't tell me that?"

Hyuga rolled his eyes "I just thought he was just messing with me. And I'm pretty sure he kidnapped her because of you."

Rocky clenched his jaw as Hyuga gave Rocky a  look.

"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch. I don't care what happens. I'll burn the whole Sword if he hurts my sister!"

Everyone in the warehouse flinched when Hyuga shouted in anger. Everyone knew how crazy the Daruma leader was, and he would undoubtedly do as he said.

***

When Y/n opened her eyes again, she was in a warehouse. She was tied to a chair and her whole body ached. The dried blood on her face was making her sick to her stomach.

When someone entered the warehouse again, she lifted her head and looked at the grinning man across from her.

"You turned out to be too resistant. I thought you'd die."

Y/n rolled her eyes and lowered her head. The pain in her body was hurting. Ranmaru angrily approached and raised her head, holding the young woman's hair.

"You would rather die than be with me... do you still agree y/n-chan?"

Y/n smiled and spit in the face of the man across from her.

"I'm more sure now!"

Ranmaru wiped his face and grinned. He punched the young woman hard and y/n fell to the floor with the chair.

"You will beg for death y/n, don't forget those words."

After kicking the young woman for a while, Ranmaru left the warehouse. After writhing on the floor in pain, Y/n looked at the warehouse for a while.

It was dark, but her eyes were getting used to the dark. She didn't know if there was anyone in front of the warehouse, but there was no one inside.

***

Hyuga was terrorizing as all the Sword members scoured the city. He was beating to death anyone he suspected, the peoples cries could be heard in Daruma. A provoked Hyuga was the worst.

Rocky was gathering information on Doubt. But there was no sign of y/n. And these two men were running out of patience.

***

Y/n had rubbed the ropes on the ground for hours. Her hands that were rubbing against the ground with the rope hurt so much that her eyes filled with tears.

But she couldn't give up. On the one hand, she was thinking about what his crazy brother could do.

When the ropes suddenly broke, y/n opened her eyes excitedly. She brought her hands in front of her and reached to her feet and untied the ropes.

She didn't care, even though her body hurt every time she moved, and walked to the back of the warehouse.

Luckily, no one thought she could untie the ropes. There was no one behind the warehouse and it was opening into a wooded area.

She felt that she was approaching the city as the trees dwindled. She knew she looked bloodied and scary, but she didn't care.

She headed for the first settlement she saw in front of her. There were old buildings and ruined houses. She recognized this place at first sight.

It was the Nameless street. As soon as Y/n entered the street, she realized that someone was following her.

Even though she was nervous because she entered the street without permission, she stopped and called out.

"I know you're there. Please tell Smoky. I'm y/n Hyuga!"

When no one showed up, y/n continued walking down the street. She ignored the strange looks of the people around her. She was so weak, hurt and tired.

After a few steps, her knees couldn't carry her and she fell to her knees. She started coughing from walking for a long time and groaned in pain

"Y/n-san!"

The young woman stood up at the familiar voice she heard and turned around. She smiled at the Rude Boys' Leader she saw in front of her and stepped towards him.

"Smoky!"

She staggered a few steps later, and Pi and Takeshi quickly grabbed the young woman and gently placed her on the ground.

"Bring water!"

Smoky crouched down and looked at the young woman with concern.

"Everybody's looking for you. Are you okay?"

Y/n nodded

"They might be chasing after me. Sorry, this was the closest Sword zone."

Smoky shook his head

"You don't have to apologize. We're glad you're okay. We were so worried about you. And don't worry, no one can get you out of here before they pass us."

Y/n smiled and took the water Pi was holding out. As she tried to drink the water with trembling hands, the boys looked pityingly at the young woman's bloody hands.

Takeshi took the water bottle and helped the young woman. Y/n smiled and slowly drank the water.

"Thank you"

Pi smiled and helped the young woman get up. Pi was worried when they saw that she was too tired to stand.

"Y/n-san, I can carry you. You're injured, please don't tire yourself any further."

Y/n reluctantly agreed, and the red-haired youth took the young woman on his back.

"Takeshi, inform all Sword. Inform Daruma first, we need to stop Hyuga as soon as possible."

Takeshi nodded and left the nameless street with a few guys.

***

When Y/n opened her eyes, Lala and Pi were patching up her hands. When the young woman turned her head, she met Smoky and Smoky offered a small smile.

"They will notify Hyuga, I think you should go to the hospital."

Y/n nodded

"Thank you for everything."

Smoky smiled "Everyone here respects you. So do I. The kids love you. Everyone will do anything to protect you without a second thought."

Y/n smiled and nodded

"I'm grateful. And well... sorry for my brother's wrath..."

Smoky smiled as Pi and Lala giggled

"Family is everything. I can understand him." Everyone looked at the door with the man who had quickly entered the room at that time. Hyuga stood at the entrance of the room and stared at his older sister for a few seconds.

Y/n smiled and teased

"Do I really look that ugly?"

Although she chuckled, Hyuga quickly came to the bed where the young woman lay and Pi stepped aside.

Hyuga studied her sister for a while. There were wounds and bruises on her face. Moreover, she was covered in blood. Her hands were bandaged. Who knows what wounds he hadn't seen yet.

"I'm fine... it just hurts a little."

Hyuga shook his head.

"I'll take you to the hospital. The guys are waiting outside."

Y/n nodded and smiled.Hyuga lifted the blanket draped over the young woman and gently took her in his arms. As the young woman groaned in pain, Hyuga cursed and apologized.

He then turned to Smoky.

"Thank you. I won't forget it."

Smoky shook his head

"Just calm down a bit and take care of her." Hyuga nodded seriously as Y/n chuckled at what she heard and led the young woman out of the building.

***

Hyuga was sitting in the hospital corridor with the twins while the doctors were doing their examinations.

He looked in that direction with the leader who had suddenly entered the corridor. Rocky nervously moved to the seats with Koo and stood in front of Hyuga.

"Is he okay?"

Hyuga nodded his head.

"The doctors say there is nothing life-threatening, but she has fractures in her body. And she has bruises and sores all over her, she'll be in a lot of pain for a while."

Rocky nodded his head as he clenched his fist in anger. He was angry, at himself, at everyone, at everything.

"Did you find anything? Do you know where that motherfucker is?"

Rocky shook his head "We found a clue but he got away"

Hyuga shook his head angrily. "I'm going to kill him with my own hands."

Rocky didn't say anything. He was thinking the same thing, but all he cared about right now was whether his girlfriend was okay.

When the doctor left the room they both stood in front of the doctor "The patient's condition is good. As I said, there is no life-threatening danger, but she has many wounds and fractures. Healing will take time. You can see the patient, but please do not tire."

After they both nodded, Hyuga placed his hand on Rocky's shoulder.

"You go first, I've already seen her."

Rocky nodded and walked in. He smiled when he entered the room and saw y/n fiddling with the bed control. And he caught her attention with a fake cough.

Y/n smiled broadly at the person she saw when she lifted her head.

"Hey, it's been a long time"

Rocky nodded and sat down in the chair next to the bed. The young man's face fell with bruises on her face and bandages on her hands. Y/n sighed after realizing this.

"It's been an adventurous day, huh?"

Rocky rolled his eyes "Are you okay? I'm really asking y/n. He didn't touch you, did he?"

Y/n shook her head when she understood the question and Rocky sighed deeply.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Y/n smiled and nodded "I don't feel much thanks to the painkillers. But I'm very sleepy."

Rocky shook his head

"I... I should have come with you. I should have guessed this would happen. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

Y/n frowned "How would we know? Rocky, it's not your fault. It was my fault-"

Rocky quickly shook his head. "It's my job to protect you y/n!"

Y/n sighed "You're not god, Rocky. You can't always be by my side or protect me. So stop that stupid thought, it wasn't your fault."

Rocky didn't say anything, though he wasn't convinced.

"Where's Hisa? He worries me."

"He's sitting outside."

Y/n nodded "I know he blames himself too and wants to do something stupid. Please stop him Rocky. I'm not strong enough to stop him, but I don't want him to do anything stupid-"

"I know exactly what he wants to do y/n and I can't blame him."

"This won't make me happy. It won't change what happened. I just don't want any more trouble. Please..."

Rocky nodded and smiled. He didn't want to worry the young woman, but he was thinking the same thing.

#high&low fic #high and low fic #oya high #high and low #high&low #highnlow #darumaikka #daruma #daruma ikka #hyuganorihisa #hyuga norihisa #hyuga fic #hyuga x reader #hyuga #sword #white rascals #rascals #rocky #rocky x reader #smoky #rude boys #pi #takeshi #cobra #yamato #sannoh rengokai #sannoh hoodlum squad #nameless street #hnl #chuchufics

[daincrediblegg]

okay your turn if nobody else has asked: TOP FIVE JH CHARACTERS GO

... girl... how does one choose? how does one??? when there are so many beautiful boys??? ok. OK I'll give it a shot.

5. Captain Crow - The Sea Beast This film is just incredible on every front. One of my favorite concept artists worked on it (which I did not know until a few weeks ago but now that I know I feel like kicking myself because I REALLY SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THEIR STYLE WELL ENOUGH BY NOW). But I remember watching this, and screaming when the credits began to roll because WAIT?!?!?! THAT WAS JARED HARRIS??? OH!!! WHAT A DELIGHT!!! I LOVE THAT GUY!!!! (oh babygirl wait a few months it's gonna hit you so bad). He's great. I hope we see more of him in the sequel that would be great for me.

4. Hari Seldon Honestly. What a little shit. "But Egg," you might ask "If he's such a little shit why is he on here?" well. He's hot. Really I am not over how hot this dude is. I know I couldn't fix him not in a million years. But idk. Something about him always makes my brain go brrr. So he's on here. Also I just love how fucking atypically written this show is and I have a wee soft spot for asimov. They didn't have to cast Jared as Hari and make him unbelievably hot. But they did. And he's so enigmatic. I love that.

3. John Lennon Egg's love for Jared Harris Origins. I was a Beatles girlie, ok? I'm not ashamed to admit that. It was my introductory fandom experience at the ripe old age of baby, and I really ate it up. I remember going into this movie being like "oh it's some dumb TV movie about John and Paul how good can it be?" Very good, as it turns out. And having assigned myself a John Lennon girlie I literally could never get over this depiction. The mannerisms, the fucking tripped-out way he philosophizes in conversation, the softness, and ofc the old friends tension. Jared got it all. Of course I'd seen him in stuff here and there, but this was the one that cemented him as a beloved actor in my mind for me (I literally re-wound the kiss scene as well like 20 times don't judge me but that awakened some stuff in me). Been following him ever since.

2. Lane Pryce - Mad Men This dude broke me for real. I didn't get into Mad Men until college, and binged it all on my friend's hulu account. And lemme tell ya. Did NOT see his final episode coming. Did not. And it made me genuinely weep. He was a highlight in the show. He was one of the only guys I could actually say is a good dude in that show, and he deserved so much better than he got in the end. I look at him and I'm just like... leave ur wife. Leave your job. Lets just go out of this capitalistic hellscape. I want to make him Well. I will love him forever for how he just completely destroyed me.

1.Francis Crozier / Valery Legasov - HA! you thought I was not going to tie them? WRONG! I can't keep these bad bitches apart.

Francis really needs no explanation at this point. I am so actually genuinely in love with him I'm writing a whole ass gothic romance novel of a fic for him, as you all know (and which has summarily turned out a BANGER of a modern AU as well). I made a bloody self-insert oc for him. Gothic Cinema is literally my favorite genre and Francis is the most Gothic Hero of all time, honestly (well besides Valery obviously). The serotonin he continually gives me makes my meds redundant. He is my sweet husband who I love with my whole life and that's that.

And Valery? sorry you can't put a babygirl of a man like that in front of me and not expect that I would want to jump his bones like? Not only is the constant existential dread relatable, but as much as people tell him he's not brave, he IS without a doubt, and honestly, just by virtue of uttering the most iconic logline ever fucking created he deserves this spot on this list. Both of these dudes make my soul ascend in a certain way not just with how brilliantly they were written, but with how incredibly Jared executed them (for which I want to kill the academy for not giving him awards on either). Top Beloveds forever and ever and ever amen.

#ask games #top 5 #jared harris #ofc there's a secret sixth one that only cherry knows about but it's ok y'all don't have to know #shout out to moriarty as well he was technically my first proper JH introduction before JL but #there wasn't room I'm so sorry y'all #I love him tho a lot wait I have regrets but I'm too tired to fix and debate with myself on this list anymore

[woozworld]

for emil he’s like so used to everyone knowing that he’s trans that he doesn’t mind people seeing his binder showing under his outfits because he feels like they would’ve found out he was trans anyways. like he does want to pass but if you clock him as trans he doesn’t give a fuck. however if someone who knew him only pre-transition finds out he identifies as a man it’s literally panic inducing for him.

#lore under the cut (warning: deadnaming, some transphobia, and body shaming)

malcolm (thinking of changing his name) is a character that causes emil to feel like that in (what would hypothetically be) season 1. malcolm and emil used to be part of the same church and were in their high school’s choir together. they were never friends per se but malcolm had a one-sided crush on emil (or as he knows him, alejandra). after sophomore year (so right about the time emil became friends with neo, lost weight, etc etc) malcolm moved to california and emil stayed in colorado. fast forward to 2017 (when season 1 takes place) mickey got emil and herself tickets to emil’s favorite musical “misses madam” and low and behold malcolm is one of the characters in the musical. after the musical and without really thinking emil goes up to malcolm like “oh my god malcolm hey remember me?” and malcolm is like “….uhhh im not sure i do” which causes emil to realize that oh yeah he knew me before i transitioned which then spirals into > he knows me as a girl > i know he had a crush on me > he’s a devoted christian > he’s definitely without a doubt 100% transphobic and if he finds out the girl he liked is a guy now he will not only kill me he will kill all my loved ones and im DOOMED. so emil lies that he has a cousin named alejandra that like totes talked about malcolm like totally all the time like woah she literally was obsessed with him. and malcolm is like “woahhhhhh…i knew it! you should let her know im here!” and emil’s like “ahah sure….(turns to mickey after malcolm walks away) do you have a wig?”

so emil ends up basically cosplaying his older self and neo is like peeved about this not like down right pissed but just “erm why are you dressing up for a guy that apparently likes you a lot that is odd” but emil’s like “i don’t know if you’ve noticed this neo but i don’t fuck fat christian men” anyways the woman that played misses madam in the musical got sick so emil cosplaying his old self decides to be misses madam bc he thinks it’s like the best opportunity he could’ve gotten in the world but then even more problems arise because get a load of this COLE is church friends with malcolm and he’s actually in the musical too (hes not even a musical person but he was the only guy that was willing to join on short notice 😭) and he knows that it’s emil under that wig because he saw him at his house getting dressed right before. not only that but cole is playing misses madam’s love interest so things are super awkward bc cole’s worried neo’s going to be pissed but even more worried that jubilee will kill him and he also feels weird doing any of the parts with emil meanwhile emil is like FOR THE LOVE OF GOD COLE ITS JUST A MUSICAL YOU CAN PUT YOUR HAND ON MY WAIST!!!!

emil and (surprisingly enough) cole do really well in the musical. neo jubilee and mickey are in the audience cheering them on and are lowkey like “damn why is cole eating emil up tho” (< in their heads not out loud lol). hours pass the cast is getting their flowers and chilling all that stuff and malcolm goes outside and sees erin who was supposed to be watching too but got side tracked (by side tracked she literally just Forgot but she doesn’t want to admit it lol) and when malcolm sees her she’s like WOW. WOOOOOWWW. AWOOGA! so they start flirting and he’s like heh what are you doing her gorgeous and erin’s like “oh my brother emil is part of the play!” and malcolm’s like…your brother emil? um maybe if you point him out to me i’ll remember who that is. so he brings erin inside and she rushes over to emil and everyone else and malcolm’s like. um. so. something is not adding up here because that is clearly alejandra godinez from high school choir. and erin URGHHHHH this is a massive erin L moment bc literally everyone is trying to shut her up but she’s like “oh teehee he actually goes by EMIL because this is my TRANSGENDER brother” so emil is dying inside and malcolm gets this….not angry but definitely appalled look and walks away silently. now cole is like damn uhhhh this is awkward can’t wait to talk about this tomorrow bye guys. emil is so mad he runs out crying. neo and mickey are going after him. erin is asking what she did wrong and jubilee is just rolling her eyes like why the fuck did you say that

a week later cole tries to talk to malcolm and explain that there’s nothing wrong with trans people but he’s also not trying to sound like he knows Too Much #ally #stealth and malcolm is like “it’s not that i have a huge problem with transgenders it’s just…well…i’ve had a crush on her- him- her…? ugh. i’ve had a crush on ally since we were kids that seeing her be so different now just…made me feel strange.” and cole’s like “but is he that different? he still likes singing and dancing and being a star doesn’t he?” and malcolm’s like “yeah but…even without her thinking she’s a boy and whatever she’s still so different. she dresses so much more provocative. she looks a lot skinnier too. shes not the same. i just- i think i need to be left alone for awhile cole.”

malcolm sends emil a very wordy text that’s basically like “hey i don’t hate you but im just in shock and i never met someone like you before. but i have a feeling god let me meet the new you so that you could teach me something. i don’t know what is but i know we didn’t cross paths for no reason. ummm btw tell your really beautiful gorgeous sister erin to call me when she’s free and let her know that i have a pet chinchilla that i think she would love to meet” sooooo emil and malcolm aren’t exactly friends at all but they’re on fine terms. kinda just a you do you and i’ll do me thing with the added bonus of PLEASE do NOT date my sister

#mybooty

[sansypansy]

No longer yours (Reverse Robins AU)

The doors to the Wayne manor burst open just as Bruce exited his private study and entered the foyer to see a frantic Damian talking to a worried Jason. Alfred was standing near the stairs and only bowed his head politely when the Pack Omega rushed upstairs.

"What's going on?" Bruce interrogated.

"I think Dick's presenting," Jason replied. "He's been acting all weird and in pain. I called Dames over because I figured he'd want to take care of Dickie."

That was reasonable, he thought. Everybody knew Damian saw Dick as his own pup. But still, it irked him that his oldest had been absent from the den for quite some time now and it only took Dick to be in distress for him to suddenly rush back. Nevermind the fact that Bruce had been restlessly trying to gently coax Damian to return to no avail because of how stubborn he was whenever he gave his Pack Alpha the 'runaway treatment'. The jealousy stung.

And suddenly, it all became clear when another person walked through the door and leaned against the frame in a nonchalant stance. Bruce felt his shoulders tense.

"Tim."

The estranged alpha raised an eyebrow condescendingly.

"Bruce."

The air in the foyer had grown thick.

Jason shuffled uncomfortably, his eyes darting between the two men. He'd never once liked being present when they challenged each other - which was a very fair, considering there was always a 3 out of 5 chances it would end in a predatory brawl.

"Oh no, I'm not gonna stay here for this," He shook his head. "Come on Alfie, let's go see if Damian and Dick needs any help."

The teen was quick to remove himself from the situation, a smart decision whenever it came to Bruce and Tim's confrontations. Alfred shot them a disapproving, exasperated glance.

"Be civil, you two," He chided, and followed Jason's direction.

Bruce and Tim were left alone, hackles rising at the presence of a challenge in dominance.

"Damian was with you," Bruce broke the silence.

"Deduced that with your detective mind, did you?" Tim shot back.

It didn't come as a surprise to Bruce, but it didn't mean it was a pleasant one. He never liked how close Damian and Tim had gotten. The omega had taken to run to Tim more often than he'd have preferred, after every single explosive argument. It didn't help that Tim always defied him, too, despite being the lower Alpha.

Thought perhaps that was where the problem lied. After his death, Bruce knew Tim had never truly returned to the Wayne pack and found it easier to thwart him in every way.

"We were having a lovely evening, when Jason called. I drove Dames here on my motorcycle," Tim continued, taking a few steps forward with a condescending smirk on his face. "I didn't have the heart to say no when I saw the panic on his face."

They were chest to chest, now. Bruce's fists clenched at the clear connotation.

"He's stayed with me for weeks. What did you do this time, huh?"

"I don't think you need to meddle with our business," Bruce resisted the urge to growl.

"See, that's the thing," Tim snorted sardonically. "If you're not careful, he won't be your Pack Omega for much longer."

Bruce felt his blood ran cold at the implication. The air was thick with his sour scent, Tim's possesively smug one and - Damian's sweet, honeyed-milk smell wafting off of the younger alpha.

Damian had scented Tim. And no doubt the gesture was returned tenfold, as it was the nature of a courting Alpha-Omega pair.

As if to emphasize his point, Tim titled his head to the side and tapped his neck with an index finger twice. Bruce's eyes zeroed in on the glorious mating bite there. There was no word needed to imply that a bigger, identical, more evident mark was embedded on Damian's scent gland as well.

"Better start puppy-proofing the manor, old man," Tim whispered dangerously, eyes glinting dark and possessive before climbing up the stairs to presumably join the rest of the pack - to join his fresh new mate.

Fuck.

#timdami #brudami #bottom damian #omega damian wayne #alpha tim drake #alpha bruce wayne #ficlet

[numberonesnarkfan]

writing a DID character, from a DID system

do you ever notice that every character you've ever seen in media with DID has been a disgusting old man in a horror movie that assaults and kills people? You might not have, but we certainly have.

this assertion is honestly laughable. DID is written like psychopathy by directors who've never met a system.

The worst thing any of my alters have ever done is tell a teacher to 'fuck off'. None of my other alters' actions have come even close. That's a far cry from the DID you've seen in movies, isn't it?

the worst part isn't even the fact that this media exists. It's the fact that people (almost exclusively men) will fake-claim people with DID for not being like those movie villains.

One thing a real person said to me once was "I had a friend who had a DID girlfriend, one day she just turned around and stabbed him. If you had DID, you would be in jail". I still highly doubt that that 'friend' wasn't a fictional character, or just a pathological liar.

So, what are DID people like? While I can't talk for OSDD, since I don't know much about that area and don't know if the symptoms are different, I can tell you what being a DID system is really like.

first of all, you have to understand the basics. DID forms exclusively in people with extreme childhood trauma. When you look at a person with DID, you're looking at a person who was once a child and was forced - perhaps physically - to mature faster than all the other kids due to constant trauma at home.

If you've heard of the idea of systems having 'protectors' and 'caretakers', that is true. While not every system has outlined jobs that all of their members fall into, the majority have at least one protector, at least one caretaker, and a league of others that simply exist.

This leads directly into my next point: Alters are people. No matter what redditors will tell you about how you should be bullying people who have disorders that contain 'delusions' as part of their criteria, alters are real people. They have real, separate emotions to the host, and their own identity. I hate the smell of smoke, while some of my alters don't mind it or even like it. I am attracted to men, women and nonbinary people, while some of my alters are only attracted to one gender. Every alter is different.

my system has exclusively fictives. (A fictive is an alter whose source material is fictional, while a factive is an alter who forms from the identity of a real person.) It's perfectly fine to write DID characters with completely unique characters in their system that formed suddenly. Hell, one of my fictives didn't have a form they wanted to be seen as until they looked on google images and decided they wanted to be a dragon.

However, and this is only my opinion, I have always wanted to see media with a DID character who has fictives. Maybe the fictives are in-universe, they have an alter of your fictional universe's equivalent of Hatsune Miku or something, or a character from an in-universe tv show. I have always wanted to see media that normalises fictives.

Furthermore, while people with ADHD or autism are much more likely to develop DID, making a character with DID and autism, but not explaining that they have both, is not a good move.

And now, for the most dreaded part: WHAT MAKES THE EXPERIENCE OF HAVING DID SUCK! I've always said having DID in and of itself isn't the problem. It's everything else:

-the trauma. DID is actually a good thing in and of itself. It helps us survive (as long as we have a good relationship with our alters). It's the trauma that caused it that makes it bad.

-the fake-claiming. Honestly, I've had more trauma in recent years from getting fake-claimed than from almost anything else. I've lost friends because they decided I was "faking". (they googled DID and I didn't show every single symptom, they thought. We were online friends...) People are fucking stupid, and will stop and nothing to feel like the hero. I'd love to see media that highlights the primal rage and sadness that comes with being fake-claimed. I still lie awake at night having intrusive thoughts about the people who fake-claimed me. It hurts more than much else.

-the fake-claiming, part 2. Some people find out that some psychiatrists don't think DID is real, and go on a crusade to tell every system ever that "I can't believe you would just make up a disorder like that", or accuse us of being schizophrenics.

These are pretty much the two things that make life with DID harder than it needs to be. If we lived in a society of people who didn't find the need to white knight for their own ego all the time, it would be different. Nothing makes you realise that the majority of people are unbearable Karens than having DID. Everyone has to give their two cents on your disorder.

and now, THE ACTUAL OUTSIDE APPEARANCE!:

-when an alter fronts, it can sometimes be sudden. Sometimes someone will be talking to us and suddenly get "oh, uhh... I'm Nigel now. Anyway, keep going." It can be awkward, which is why many of us only show ourselves online, mostly on Discord, where bots like pluralkit can help us feel less awkward about our existence.

-cosplaying yourself. Many of my fictives have me buy clothes for them so that they can dress up as themselves. My Nigel alter had me buy a hair curler so he could recreate his natural hair, but we've all been too scared to use it.

-voices! Sometimes, when an alter fronts irl, they will go completely nonverbal, despite how verbose they may be online. Sometimes it's just too much dysphoria to be forced to speak using the AFAB host's voice, especially if the alter is male. This can be reversed too, where a female alter may feel uncomfortable in an AMAB host's body.

-and the dreaded R word... roleplay. Yes, yes, we all know, being a system looks like rp from the outside. We all get told it so much that a lot of systems take extreme offence from having their disorder compared to roleplay, and I don't blame them. But the fact also is, to develop DID, you HAVE to have an active imagination, because it forms from the child escaping into their headspace too much. Many people with DID do roleplay! They play D&D, they online rp. This doesn't make them any less of a system. BUT if you're writing a DID character, unless you have a person with DID to be your editor, you should avoid making them an rp-er, because this may come across as disingenuous or sysphobic. Think of it like how gay men are fully allowed to be flamboyant and feminine, but writing a gay character like that may be in bad taste.

-identity vs. personality. There's a reason DID is no longer called "split personality disorder", and it's because the difference between alters and hosts is more about identity than personality. My alters and I largely have the same worldview and morals, but we all present ourselves differently. I am hyperactive and funny (I hope), while some of my alters would prefer to present as mysterious, or graceful. Sometimes an alter can seem completely different from the host.

-memory loss. Sometimes when an alter stops fronting, I wake up with only vague memories of what happened. Also, long term memory loss. Almost all people with DID have more childhood amnesia than normal and can appear as very forgetful.

-and finally... the dissociation. Yes, DID does also come with dissociation. Sometimes it can be regular dissociation, feeling floaty and nonexistent, and sometimes it can come in the form of feeling dissociative about your own life. Sometimes your memories barely feel real, sometimes the people around you feel like they're only videogame constructs. Sometimes you look down at your hands and realise acutely that there's bones in there.

This is not by any means a comprehensive post, this is mostly just me rambling. Feel free to ask me to cover any more specific parts of having DID.

#dissasociative identity disorder #DID #system #writing #writing advice #mental health #ableism #inclusivity #representation #diversity