#it truly got to the point I had to stop speaking to him cuz no matter what I said he decided it was an attack on him.

[imababblekat]

Not A Webs Chance

Prompt: The boys are at it again in guessing who the mysterious, friendly neighborhood Spider Hero of New York could be. With a joking comment, the minds of each ninja begin to wonder if it is perhaps you under the mask!”

Notes:

(s/p) = spider persona name)

~xXx~ “All I’m saying is it’s kind of nice to have some of the heat off our shells for once.”, Leo defended, raising his arms from the back of the couch. The leader terrapin and his brothers sat in April’s and yours shared living room, the small old square tv in the center casting the news of events from a few hours prior. The headline “Super Market Robbery Put To A Quick Halt” streamed across the bottom of a recorded video of New Yorkers friendly (s/p) swinging off screen. “I miss kicking bad guy butt, but you do have a point bro.”, Mikey agreed, finishing off another pizza slice. “When’s the last time we got to finish a whole pizza in one sitting?!” “You mean all of us or just you? Cuz I can tell ya the answer to that real quick.”, Raph jested, his younger brother ignoring him in favor of grabbing another slice. Shaking off a slice offered by Donnie, Leo cheekily smirked at Raph. “You’re still just mad at the fact they totally whipped your behind when we first met.” Raph, grumbling, jabbed a digit towards the his brother. “Yeah, well I didn’t exactly see ya win the fight either. In fact, if I remember correctly they had ya danglin’ by Mikey’s nun-chucks.” With a dreamy sigh, ignoring the heat rising between both brothers, Mikey spoke through a mouth full of cheese. “That was so hot how they did it, too~.” Finishing his own slice and returning to a gadget in hand, Donnie let out a light chuckle. “You say that but you don’t even know them.” “Don’t you know actions speak louder than words?!”, Mikey swooned across Leo’s lap, the later shoving him of with an eye roll. “Besides, I already know who they are anyways.” At this, all turtles stopped what they were doing, sharply turning to the youngest with curiosity brimming in their eyes. Was this it? Were the boys finally going to find out who the mystery person behind the mask was after all this time of fighting crime side by side? “You saw their face?!”, all boys shouted in unison, leaning in towards the orange bandanna turtle. With a big smile, and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table, Mikey replied. “Nope!” All brothers deadpanned, but before any could retort back, Mikey continued. “Don’t need to. I finally figured out who they are.” Leo chuckled incredulously, sitting back once more. “We already went over this Mikey. It’s not April.” “Or Master Shredder.”, came Donnie’s chime in. “Or that one guy runnin around’n a rat costume.”, added Raph. Mikey shook his head with a mildly irritated groan at his brothers mentions of his past theories to (s/p)’s true identity. “Just hear me out! I know I’ve got it this time!” Each ninja turtle listened doubtfully but motioned for Mikey to go on. “It’s clearly the cute delivery person. Why else would they leave me an extra slice of triple cheese, deluxe pepperoni?”, he smiled wide, making a mind blowing motion with his hands. “Uhm, because they didn’t want to waste any food at the end of the night? You’d be surprised how much humans throw out at closing.”, Donnie expressed knowledgeably. Falling back defeatedly into the sofa with crossed arms, Mikey huffed. “Well since you’re such a genius, who do you think it is, Don?” Donnie thought for a moment, adjusting his glasses. “The odds of us guessing who it is, or if we even know the person in such a heavily populated city is statistically extremely low.” Mikey rolled his head back with a loud groan and Leo laughed. “Come on, Don. You gotta guess someone. Anyone.” Donnie’s face scrunched up as he truly tried, Leo and Mikey throwing out more theories on who they thought the mystery person could be. Slightly frustrated, the leaner brother nodded his head towards Raphael. “Why don’t you guys ask Raph? He always seems to have something smart to say.” Playing with the toothpick between his teeth, Raph chuckled before throwing a thumb back to the kitchen. “Obviously, it’s that dork.” All eyes turned towards the human in the kitchen, the smell of cinnamon rolls in the oven wafting around them. Even though Raphael had been 100% joking around, the cogs in each of the four brothers brains began to turn as they gazed at none other than you. You, who stood in the kitchen with disheveled hair and wrinkly pajamas after waking from what was supposed to be a thirty minute nap turned six, were the only person neither of the ninja brothers had ever thought to consider. However, now watching as you carefully studied an oven mitt, they started to notice things they hadn’t before. You were about the right height and size as (s/p). Thinking back to certain moments, the brothers also realized how some of the things you both would say sounded similar. Heck, in some sense, even your voices sounded somewhat the same. It also seemed to be quite the coincidence that whenever their spidery friend swung off after defeating some baddies, you would show up moments later. Could it be? Could you truly be the person that occupied the ninja turtles minds with your spectacular crime fighting powers and personality?! Just as lightbulbs in the brothers minds were about to go off, they had all witnessed you toss the oven mitt in the air and try to, very unsuccessfully, karate jab your hand into said mitt, only for it to fall splat to the tiled floor. “Eeeyeeeeah, scratch that. I like Mikey’s rat costume guy betta.”, Raph spoke turning back around with his brothers. “Oh come on! You’re never gonna let that go, huh?!”, Mikey exasperated as another round of argumentative theories sprung up between the four. Too lost in each others reasonings for why or why not (s/p) could be this or that person, the four brothers missed you accidentally webbing your oven mitt to the ceiling in a re-attempt at earliers action, a panicked look quickly finding place on your face as you rushed to get it free.

~xXx~

#bayverse tmnt x reader #bayverse tmnt #bayverse raphael x reader #bayverse leonardo x reader #bayverse michelangelo x reader #bayverse donatello x reader #tmnt x reader #aged up tmnt #tmnt spiderman au #spiderman reader #imababblekat’s writing

[0mysticmidnight0]

hello there!! I just had an interesting concept for ROTTMNT!! OKOK SO! What if the rise boys had a little sister, who's almost the equivalent to Mikey, but more shy and calm, who suddenly snaps right in front of them? If you want, I have a certain scenario for this. So, let's imagine that the rise boys + their little sister we're questioning a villain or a criminal about something, (that's up to you!) then suddenly, the villain/criminal takes a look at their sister. The villain/criminal then starts to insult her in front of her brothers. This goes on until- whoosh- suddenly a shuriken barely missed their head! It was from the little sister who now snapped at the villain, not saying a single word. (i just wanted to share this funni idea to you cuz ur pretty cool, have a nice day!!)

I added a few little details and such! I hope you don't mind! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

-This was your first mission with your brothers. I mean, it was a patrol. But still! They finally let you go with them! You were begging for some action. "So where are the bad guys?" You asked. -This was like the fifth time you asked and Donnie just grumbled as he explained "My dear sister, as i have been explaining since we left the lair.. There's a very small chance crime is happening as we speak. I checked before we left. It's not likely we'll-"You glared but you quickly smiled once you heard Raph say there was a few foot soldiers having a meeting.Donnie glares at Raph. -You guys sneaked in and listened. You saw them take a few dark pieces of metal. Your brothers stopped them before you could even comprehend the situation, the other foot soldiers got on a truck and escaped with the metal. -Luckily for you five, you managed to tie a foot soldier up. "Where are they taking that mystic metal?!" "Don't make me go Dr. Delicate Touch on you!" Donnie stars pointing his Tech bo at the foot soldier. "Guys! We'll never get any info like this!"

-You watched your brothers start threatening the foot soldier as they stay quiet. You hear the foot soldier chuckle darkly. "Who's this newbie? Weakling. Raph glares at the foot soldier. "You have no right to say that about our sister!" He growls. I bet you only showed up now cause you were such a wuss. You need your brothers to protect you. Pathetic-" The foot soldier gets cut off with a shuriken barely missing his head. "Oh, i missed." you sighed.

-Your brothers blinked a few times before they could process what happened. (Their reaction was the photo above!) At the end of the night, you guys weren't able to get the metal since your brothers knocked the guy out. Bonus! (Aftermath) "I wasn't actually trying to hit him!!" "That was risky!" "Give her a break, big guy. She showed that guy whats up!" "Don't encourage this behavior, Nardo!" "Why? I would've done worse!" "Why am i the only one getting in trouble?! You guys were the ones that knocked him out!" Hope you enjoyed from yours truly, MysticMidnight.

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise mikey #rise leo #rise donnie #rise raph #rise leo x reader #rise mikey x reader #rise raph x reader #rise donnie x reader #donnie rottmnt #leo rottmnt #mikey rottmnt #raph rottmnt #Leonardo #Michelangelo #Donatello #Raphael #rise donatello #rise leonardo #rise michelangelo #rise raphael

[owlight]

Hi i think my boy sabo deserves some love can i request jealousy headcanons with sabo x male reader? Love your work!

😔🫶 thank you for requesting,I love this request sm ,sabo fr deserve a bf

Posting everything in my drafts 💀✋

Tags: jealousy,some suggestive themes in the end,male reader in mind but could be read as gender neutral reader /fem

(Sfw) Sabo getting Jealous headcanons

alright let's get one thing straight,Sabo isn't

Anyway ,This man Is not the kind to get easily jealous truly,he know his Worth and he know he got nothing to be jealous about,after all , you're both together and he know he got everything covered in your relationship with him

But...he Noticed that you are gettin bit tiny close to koala lately (hypocritical of him btw since he spend much more with her than you do with her)

And he can't help but feel bit tiny tiny bitty jealous (he is so jealous he almost set his hat on fire actually)

He doesn't want to say out loud that he is jealous that you're spending more time with koala lately and sound possessive (he is possessive but like jeez he really doesn't want show it)

He just scoop you to his arm slowly and hold you closely, pretending like this absolutely normal professional behaviors

"....ehm sabo?" You asks as sabo chin is resting on your shoulder while you were speaking to Koala " what?" He mumble "you can continue talking,just pretend I'm not here" he add as he sighs,you look at koala who shake her head at Sabo odd behaviors,you both continue talking while sabo listen to you both, content with his state of begin,even though he appeared very clingy to everyone involved in the conversation,he seemed happy to show that he is the only one allowed to be this close to you

Yeah he isn't good at actually showing he is jealous,since he kinda try to get himself into the conversation with the person he is jealous of unconsciously

He doesn't realize he is jealous till the conversation had ended and he have his arms around your shoulders and he is glued to your hips

You have to kindly try to unglue him off you by telling him to stop begin jealous,which he deny so much , because he could never feel jealous

At LEAST that's the friendly jealousy,he get when you're talking to people he knows and trust

When he actually get jealous jealous,pray on your soul because he will throw hands with anyone who is flirting with you

He once saw a fellow Revolutionary flirt with you ,he asked him to spar with him later, accidentally broke his wrist because the guy was still trying to show off for you

After that sparing and the fakest apology known to man kind ,he take you back to your sleeping quarter and he start getting bit too roughly

As he would mark every possible skin available,HE left a hickey on your cheek ,just to make a point😔,you had a whole week with everyone asking if you got punched on the face,0/10 experience

And that happened only because someone made him feel jealous,if you try to make him feel jealous on purpose,count your good days of walking straight because you will miss them after he is done with you

This man is feral and quite sadistic,don't give him a reason for him to 'punish you' , trying to make him jealous would only result of you losing few privileges in bed

He wouldn't mind tying you to a chair ,and have his way with you for hours till you admit you were wrong for trying to make him feel jealous

Ofc you don't learn and try to do it again,cuz he is hot when he is going feral 😔✋smh

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece sabo #revolutionary sabo #sabo x reader #sabo the revolutionary #sabo the revolutionary x reader #sabo x you #sabo x y/n #owl write

[bugnirvana]

🎸🤘brother from another mother🤘🎸[Eddie Munson & Reader] HCs

warnings: drug usage from eddie, implied from you. that’s basically it

terms used: masc (per usual)

a/n: I’m making this to soothe my anxious soul. i am in a constant state of anxiety, allow me to enjoy this please. requests got me anxious n shit. I love them but human interaction makes me so fucking nervous lol. anyway. watching anola holmes rn. i make a lot of “mbb runs over gay people” jokes but she’s truly so radiant and such a good actor! love her to bits. ok enough rambling. Im so nervous. reader and eddie have the kind of relationship/brotherhood ig that dustin and steve have. two men with nice hair yet totally and completely different? insanity. ok for real now.

the both of you met via hellfire, however, you’re in the year above the main stranger things kids so you get an entire year free of them and their bullshit

it’s ok it’s fine you love them nonetheless

this is about Eddie though. oops

Eddie literally just takes you under his wing as a younger brother and you love it

You will become the baby metalhead the world has always needed

He definitely helps you make a vest

painting with you and shit.

he loves every minute! Genuinely. He loves helping you with crafts and gets paint EVERYWHERE

probably would let you borrow some of his rings and stuff

maybe even keep some

the both of you love sharing music with one another

you find a new band? He’s probably heard of it but he’s going to act like it’s something he has no clue of just to make you feel good

You also definitely get all of your music taste from him

also just in general a grunge aesthetic

you weren’t exactly normal going into highschool but you also weren’t on his level

you let him in on ALL the gossip. he loves it

y’all have probably gone camping at least once or twice together just cuz

he’ll tell you stories about campaigns he held before yours and oh my god are the stories so entertaining

he’ll also tell you stories about his concerts and shit, like if any fights broke out from the drunk dudes lol

speaking of concerts…

he probably taught you how to play guitar

and if you knew how to already he’d teach you on how to improve

actually asks you to play with the band at one point

mainly just a simple line from a song or two but every moment is so amazing

one day you ask him if he could do your hair like his

if you have short hair oh my god did you look silly

if you have long hair he loved it

you had to tell him to stop using so much heat on ur hair or else ur hair was going to get badly heat damaged

he just ended up using copious amounts of hairspray in the end

You found him high one day and all he could do was tell you to not do drugs or whatever to be a good influence

you listened for the most part but that isn’t to say you didn’t dabble at least once or twice

did you tell him?

no…

-t directly? you let it slip out once though

he wasn’t really mad he was just curious of your experience and kind of concerned because of how young he is

also where the hell did you get it from????

that’s another question for another day

you know how eddies uncle has a lot of mugs?

eddie probably has some stashed away in his room

he eventually gives you one as a birthday present and you understand the meaning to this.

officially adopted by Eddie Munson

ok back on topic

he definitely at least attempts to get you to wear a leather jacket but you reject, claiming “it’d be too hot”

he says fine, but you’re missing out

over all he takes good care of you. good older brother figure and you wouldn’t trade him for the worldl

anxiety has kind of been soothed I guess. eddie munson brother true.

FUCKING FRANKIE GRANDE ON SPREE??AND THE GUMMY BEAR SONG WHILE HE HITS A DUDE WITH HIS CAR OH MY FUCKING GOD. new favorite movie

#stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #um. idk how else to tag this #it’s not really an x reader since it’s solely platonic and kind of familial in a sense?

[klugami]

“Klug is a painter. That's about it to him. He's friends with the local baker, Sig, but a few years ago, he had more friends. One such friend is Amitie, a rookie idol who wants to make her dreams come true. They are not similar in any ways, but perhaps their old friendship will reblossom, or perhaps something a bit more.”

Fresh from my google documents, this is the (slightly polished) fanfiction, “One Plain Loaf of Bread!” Now for consumption on the site that doesn’t make me gouge my eyes out!

For reference, this is a Steam City Alternate Universe! The Primp kids are 16 years old, or somewhere around that range! Some mentions of other characters!

“Which is why, you’re going to give me one plain loaf of bread!”

A painter and a baker stood on opposite sides of a counter. It was around 18:00. The air was calm. The only problem was Klug being louder than usual.

“Mr. Klug, this is a bug themed bakery..we don’t have plain bread.. we’re thrilled to have you here--” Sig’s face was truly thrilling “-- but it’s just not on the menu.”

Klug, upset, slammed his hand on the counter. “It’s just bread, Sig. I need plain bread to use as a model for an upcoming masterpiece! I mean, It’d certainly go well with a window-- wouldn’t it?” He stopped himself before speaking too much, clearing his throat. “Even faux bread will do the trick, Sig. You owe me.”

Sighing, Sig went to grab a single fresh loaf of bread, and plopped it into Klug’s free hand. “There you go…” He mumbled. “Go paint your thing.. I assume in your other hand is--” He picked up the slammed hand to reveal said payment: 5 bronze coins.

With a smug smile of victory, Klug took his bread and left the establishment. He looked around for an adequate vacant house. Luckily there was one close to a rather appealing train station. Klug found those rather interesting, though those usually had people.

Eyes on the prize, he left the loaf on the window, and began the sketch. With most of his work, he sketches the basics; foreground, light background, clouds, and some details. It was the painting part that was rare.

His focused eyes occasionally darted to the train station. How he wished he could paint there, painting the slow moving cogs, perhaps with blurs of people. It’d make for a rather nice landscape.

No, No! Focus! You have to focus, Klug!

Furiously sketching, Klug’s eyes shifted between his canvas and the house. Something’s..changed, he felt, but nothing felt truly different. When he finished, he took a sigh, and looked at his work.

There’s something in the way! A person! A girl, even!

This can’t be good, Klug thinks. This ruins the whole composition! Not very good! The girl was still there, so he called out to her. “You there!” He shouts, looking up from his sketch. “How long were you here?”

The sitting girl got up, with a confused look. “What? You didn't notice me? I’ve been here since the last train arrived! I was watching you draw!” She smiles, waddling over. “Well, I didn’t actually see it until now! You’re really good at it, Klug!”

Obviously embarrassed, Klug lifted his sketchbook, having the drawing face him, obscuring his lower face. “Who said you had permission to look?! You- hey, wait! How did you even know my name! I don’t recognize—“ He yelled, somewhat stumbling over his words.

She frowned. “That’s no way to treat one of your friends! Just ‘cuz you became unemployed and lonely doesn’t mean you have to forget we were once buddies! It’s Amitie! Don’t you remember?”

So this is Amitie? She’s a lot different in cat ears.

“First of all, I’m an AR-TIST! I make money by painting, and I’m the best in this town! And I’m not lonely either! I just spoke with Sig! That’s how I have bread to paint!” Klug points to the now empty window. “...Where’s the bread?”

Munching, Amitie looked at Klug. “Ahhh- might’ve taken it! I was hungry, sorry! But we can always buy some at Sig’s!” She offered. “He makes some good bread!”

Klug sighs heavily. “If you insist, Amitie. We can go for bread at Sig’s” He repeats. As Amitie dragged him, Klug felt a tinge of anger. He figured it was due to not being to finish his “masterpiece”

As the two enter the soon closing bakery, Amitie waves cheerfully. “BA-KER! SIG! WE’RE HERE!” She shouts, not aware of how annoying she is. “I know I offered, but I’m sooorta broke, so maybe you could pay for us, Klug?”

Confused, Klug raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you like… a stage performer? Wouldn’t you get paid, perhaps by anyone who hires you? You should be at least able to pay for our meal.” He explained, upset. “You.. ARE a stage performer, yeah?”

Amitie nervously presses her fingers. “I a~m. But.. ah-- I don’t have any popularity..soo nobody hires me!” She smiles, in a goofy, innocent, idiot way.

Whatever, Klug would’ve paid anyway. Unlike Amitie he is a responsible Adult (Perhaps in Steam standards, despite being considered a high schooler). He makes money. “Sig, we’ll have the Deloyala guttata decorated Baguette de Pan, s'il vous plait.”

Sig, blankly, nodded. “Yep, baguette, mottled tortoise top, mmhm..” He mumbled. “Y’can pay when it’s ready, glasses..” He vanished into the back, presumably to make said bread.

Klug and Amitie took a seat, Amitie childishly spinning. “It’s super nice of you to pa~ay for us Klug! Especially since I ate your bread! Sorry, by the way!” She spun. “And-- uh-- can I-- uh-- have the drawing you did? It’s super cute and you seem to think it’s not, so-- ah-- gimme!!”

On one hand, Klug HAD no use for it. On the other hand..

He crumpled it up and tossed it over the counter. “It doesn’t serve any purpose. You don’t need it...Oh, look, our food’s here” He diverted Ami’s attention, though she was a little sad.

“Here you go, Glasses, Ami, Mott Top Baguette.” Sig broke the bread and placed it next to the two. “May their journeys be safe.”

Amitie began to eat her half. “Oh gosh, this is so good! Sig really is the best at making these things!!” She exclaimed. “You’re the best!”

Sig smiled, a calm smile. “That’s nothing new. Everyone says that. Thank you, Ami.” He says, still there. Not like he can close up shop with two people still eating. They’re his friends too, right?

Klug ate his half too, watching Amitie with mild interest. Her eating manners are..not refined like the others, or himself for that matter. Despite that, a free hand lightly scribbled her silly eating way, somehow without Klug’s own knowledge.

“What’re you drawing, Glasses? It doesn’t look anything like your usual work..” Sig pointed out.

Excited, Amitie leaned her head over to the page. It was of her eating, in the similar manner she was drawn earlier. “Neat doodle, Klug!”

Once again embarrassed, Klug snapped back to the situation. “I didn’t notice—tch! Must be the lack of interesting scenery getting to me—” Klug mentally berated himself. “Regardless...Don’t get used to it, Amitie! You’re only being drawn because- well- erhm-“

Sig and Ami looked at Klug like he was crazy.

“Maybe it’s a sign of you wanting to draw people.” Sig suggested, looking at the display bread. “Your drawing of Amitie seems good anyway.”

Not sure of what else to say, Klug swallowed and nodded. “Suuure.. She’s...very.. Sketch friendly.” He awkwardly said. “Aaand she can.. Be.. a .. subject..” He trailed off.

Amitie, however, jumped up excitedly. “HOORAY! Klug’s gonna draw me! I bet that’ll attract so many people to my shows!! We can even have it held at the empty performance place near Suzuran Station!” Amitie rambled, throwing an arm over Klug’s shoulder. “You’re the greatest ever!”

Klug wasn’t expecting such a response, it took him by surprise. Well, Klug already knew he was the greatest ever, but hearing it from someone else felt really...good? That’s probably it.

Taking Ami’s wrist, Klug got up. “Come, I know a spot we can try at this hour.” He ordered, pulling her for once.

Sig watched the two leave. “Glasses..didn’t pay the bill.” He confusedly said. “I guess he’s too busy.. Spontaneous.”

•

As the two made their way towards a particular part of the city, the destination became more apparent. It was a random building’s rooftop, but it had a perfect view of the Massive Clock, which rung for 22:00

“Okay, Amitie.”

Klug began making preparations, moving Amitie’s limbs to see if there’s a pose he liked. Klug never made a planned picture for people, even in the few times he drew them. It wasn’t like Amitie’s special, but it’d be better to catch her AND the clock.

In the end, he positioned her in a way for her back to face him, and her head slightly tilted. Lightly getting a basic shape, Klug made some more minor adjustments, and finally, began work on the clock tower.

Amitie may be the star of whatever show she's on, but to Klug, something far more interesting is the landscape. Every fine detail must be captured, even as the clock’s hand’s move. “What time is best for you, Miss Amitie?”

Amitie, breaking her pose, turned completely back. “Oh! My concerts usually happen around 15:00! Why?”

Upset, Klug ceased his sketch to readjust Amitie. “You know, you sure move a lot. Do you want to be immortalized on paper form or not?” He asked, annoyed. “I suppose this can be a concert advertisement.. Whatever. Hold still from now on.”

Hands taking to the sheets, Klug finalized the clock with the time firmly on the 3. It was now time to finish the backdrop. Time advanced more and more, as Klug went from Backdrop, to Amitie, to working on the painting process. Klug was rather particular about this last part, seeing as so much can go wrong if he’s not careful. He’s..never really painted a whole human person, so he had less eyes on his paper, more so on Amitie, trying to guess what color she’d use under the lighting the clock had.

In the end, Klug decided to give in and just do Amitie slightly brighter than her real life counterpart, despite all the mental warnings. “Amitie! You can look now!” He called, waving to the girl.

“Woaaah..” Amitie gasped. “It’s so...realistic! Nothing like the sketches! You really pour your heart into this Klug! You should really turn this into a job of sorts!” She praised, squealing in cute Amitie noises.

“Amitie, this IS my occupation! You keep saying it’s not!” Klug explained, frustrated. “Regardless, it’s high time for you to sleep. I presume you want to perform tomorrow, so I’ll dry this off and hang it near the train station. Suzuran’s Performance Center, yeah?” He asked, waving a free wrist around.

Amitie nods, very excited. “Yep Yep! It’ll be so much fun! You’ll be there too, right Klug? You WERE a good artist and paid for our food, right?”

Klug didn’t say anything.

“You...You are coming..right?” Amitie asked again, her cheerful nodding now halted, her smile a frown. “Can you? You’ve never shown up to any of them! And I’d really appreciate it if you showed up this time!”

“I don’t need to see the performance. I’ve got work to do, Amitie.” Klug said, sounding not upset, but rather, as if he didn’t care. “You and I have different paths to follow, and it’s not likely we’ll reconnect.”

Amitie saw Klug begin to walk away, and went after him. “Hey, but, we never get to speak anymore! I didn’t even see you until today! I thought it’d be— I thought it’d be… I thought we could finally become friends again! Like we used to be!”

Klug paused while walking, and turned back to Amitie. “We’re not 10 anymore. We all have to do things more important than hang out. I have my job, and you have yours. You understand, right?”

Klug tore out the paper he drew on, the paint having since been dried at least an hour ago. “You can deal with your life, and I can deal with mine.” He said, handing it to Amitie.

“But wait!” Amitie cried out, but it was a bit too late.

Klug began to climb down and return to city level, leaving Amitie on her lonesome. Her performance? Her struggling career? Why should he care, he’s not her friend. That ship has long since sailed. He’s not spending money on something like that anyway.

A part of him was frustrated, angry with how Amitie was back, and only wished for self-gain: the eating of his centerpiece, the thought of the art being for her, the want of an audience…

But another part was... wanting to try to reach out. Did he want to go to a show? He never really enjoyed such. The thoughts were clashing and driving him mad.

•

While on his way home, another one of his childhood friends stopped him. One he would’ve rather not kept up with. “Hey! Do you know how late it is, Four Ey- I mean- Sir?!” She spat, obviously annoyed. It’s not very good to annoy someone with a weapon.

“..Salutations to you, too, Raffina. Amitie was taking most of my time up while I drew her. Her being fidgety didn’t help.” Klug explained. “Don’t you have better things to do than harass me?”

“Ohoho~” Raffina did her generic noble giggle. “I didn’t even know you still spoke with any of us. I thought you were ‘too good to be shackled to nobodies’ like us.” She mocked, her smile now malicious in nature

“I wasn’t speaking to her out of any desire! It was for business. She and I don’t associate with each other.” Klug argued back. “Amitie’s nothing more than a silly person I was formerly acquaintances with.”

Raffina rolled her eyes. “So you claim” She sarcastically replied. “Tell you the truth, I saw you with her earlier. What business would you have to speak to a customer not once, not twice, but THREE times!”

Raffina prodded a finger at Klug’s chest, knowing the truth was basically all but revealed. “Well, am I right?” She said in a low tone. “Perhaps you’re more of a Sham Artist! Or maybe you’re not as high-and-mighty as you believe yourself to be. What’s the truth, goody-two-shoes!” She continued, her taunting purposefully annoying.

“Hey! I’m not a sham, and I’m at least better than the likes of you! At least I’m not— faux…intimidating!” Klug pushed Raffina away, slowly but surely losing the carefully crafted coolness. “I’ve told you before, I’m a scenery artist! Its beauty can’t compare to any living person!”

Raffina frowned, upset with Klug. Readying her special, golden whip, her glare cutting deeply into the boy, her voice hissed. “You’re lying, I know it. You were never good at pretending. You should just admit you’re a fraud or I’ll have to strike you!” She said, though inreality, she didn’t really have the authority to strike him, but the intimidation was what mattered in the scenario.

“You do- you don’t scare me, Raffina! You’re all bark!” Klug sputtered, trying to stop the conversation. “What are you even trying to get at! What does me hanging with Amitie equate to me being a sham!” He says, trying to come up with increasingly silly excuses. Really makes him sound like Amitie.

With a sigh and a grin, Raffina, for lack of a better term, cracked the whip. “You can just admit it, you know! Just say something, you lousy excuse of a human person!”

Klug bit his lip, trying not to yelp of fear. “Ack!” He squeaked. “I owe you nothing!” He took off, holding onto his sketchpad as he left for his house, wherever that may be.

Setting the pad on the bed table, Klug laid down and sighed. Amitie wasn’t his friend, and nor was Raffina. Why were they even childhood friends in the first place, none of them really connect to each other. Klug tried to remember as he also tried to sleep.

•

Eight years ago.

That was when Klug’s friend, Sig, introduced him to Amitie. Klug can’t exactly remember when exactly he met Sig, but he definitely remembers meeting Amitie through him. For a brief while, it was just those 3, until Amitie introduced them to Raffina.

Raffina was a lot nicer back then. She was still uppity, but she wasn’t really cruel towards her friends. Soon after, Lidelle came, a friend of Raffina’s and Amitie’s. Klug remembers Lidelle, she occasionally talks to him even now. The only reason both groups were connected were due to Amitie. She united Raffina and Lidelle, and due to her friendship with Sig, Klug joined too.

Amitie was truly a good person, Klug used to think.

6 years ago, they all split. Not because of an accident, but due to them all wanting to pursue different dreams. It just so happens that a Stage Performer and an Artist don’t meet that much. Raffina didn’t entirely believe in Klug either.

Hell, it’s probably her fault Amitie keeps calling him unemployed!

Simpler times.

In the back of his head, Klug thought about Amitie, and the show she asked him to attend. He wasn’t really intending on going, nor did he really want to.

He.. hasn’t seen Amitie in a long time— he’s seen Raffina enough (unfortunately.), and he’s on okay terms with Lidelle and Sig.. but he doesn’t recall seeing Amitie before now since maybe when they were 12 or so.

Tomorrow’s another day, though. He has to make some purchases, anyway.

•

Amitie was resisting the urge to stick her head out a window. She LOVED trains, and the idea of going from here to there was SUPER exciting! Especially with her greatest friends! Granted, the train was still getting passengers, so it was, well, still.

Raffina sat down with Lidelle, the two trying to see if the light generator made by Witch would work in a bird. Their results: Birds are allergic to light on the inside. They explode.

“M-Miss Ami! We may have a slight problem with how these things work! We might have to cancel the sparkling birds!!” Lidelle panicked. “We have lights working there, right?” She asked, leaning her head to get a better look at Amitie.

“Eh? We’ll have it covered, don’t worry Lidelle!” She smiles, waving to tell her it’ll be okay. “B’sides! As long as you guys can see it, it’s good, right?” She eagerly went to sit with her friends.

Raffina and Lidelle looked at each other.

“...Don’t tell me!” Amitie sniffed.

Raffina cleared her throat. “Well-- I can’t exactly leave the Primp District, it’s my sworn duty to protect it, you know! Suzuran is a lot more dangerous, especially with all the news I hear. It’s rather worrying you’re going yourself..” She continued.

“We- I- It’s what I- well- I even advertised it!” Amitie strung together. “So, everyone has to come, right?” She tried to assure herself, fearing for a repeat of last night.

Lidelle began to try to say something, to even agree to come, but Raffina put a hand on her shoulder. “I-I don’t think I should go, Ami—“ She mumbled. “We’ll work on the birds! I-I wish you the best of smiles in your audience! You’ll be the best performer ever! You-”

“We don’t have time for this; the doors are gonna be closing!” Raffina ordered, dragging Lidelle by the sleeve. “Don’t screw up for us, Ami!” She winked, as the girls left the train. The two maidens let out a sigh of relief.

“I...feel really bad for Ami.. she’s gonna be somewhere dangerous without anyone to protect her! Raffina, you should’ve gone!” Lidelle whimpered, holding her desaturated sleeves to her face. “You wouldn’t want Amitie hurt, o-or perish the thought, killed.. Right?”

Raffina thought about it, looking at the train, seeing the back of Amitie’s head, most likely sulking. “You know as much as I do that I wouldn’t want Amitie hurt.. but she’ll be in the performance center. There’ll be people there.. if she’s attacked, someone will save her. I hope…” She reasoned.

Lidelle pondered, before realizing something. “Do you know if Sig’s going? Or even Klug?” She asked, concerned with her other friend’s safety.

Raffina responded with a blank stare and a monotonous answer; “Why would Klug go? When’s the last time he’s been so much as not rude to us? Just yesterday, he lied like a rug, of course he’s not going.”

Lidelle, tearing up, stepped away from Raffina. “U-uhm, you know, that’s not very..” She quickly blinked away her tears, trying to bring forth her ability to stand up for herself. “That’s mean! You probably don’t know what Klug is going through! He could be in a terrible situation-- o-or he could be really broke-- o-or someone close might’ve died!” She asserts, unaware that the topic of the discussion has gotten on the train.

As the doors shut behind Amitie, she looked at her bickering friend’s. They could’ve at least gotten along before they abandoned her. It doesn’t matter anyway! Amitie will perform for more smiles! It’ll be fine!

A curly redhead scuttled across the train cart, hat bouncing off her head. “Ex-cuse me! Pardon! Is there a “Miss Amitie” on board?” She panted, almost like she changed carts often looking for Amitie.

Amitie raised her hand. “Yep! That’s me! Amitie! I’m gonna become the best-est performer!” Her cheerful disposition returned, almost as if it never left. “Is it another letter from my Teacher?” She thought aloud, bursting with anticipation.

The redhead pulled out a rather fancy looking envelope, handing it to Amitie. “This is actually from someone anonymous! They told me to not disclose their identity, but it’s from them!” She smiled warmly. “It must be lovely to receive secret letters, Miss Amitie. I hope your letter is jam packed with care!”

The girl trotted off, likely to deliver a different letter.

Amitie not-so-carefully opened her own. It wasn’t marked with a paw print, so this definitely isn't a beloved Teacher note. But it’s the contents that matter. Ami’s eyes directed themselves at the top.

The letter, of course, was another one from Arle. Something about being unable to make it, but wishing her the best. Amitie really admired Arle… she was a singer like her, but everyone seems to go where she goes, even if it’s somewhere scary. She even took off when she was 16 years old! Amitie has to be like her, at least she hopes!

“Warm Regards…” Amitie finished, as she smiled. What a nice letter. She put it away.

As the train came to a screeching halt, Amitie hopped off. This was Suzuran District..it’s way cooler than Raffina said it was! Where’s the scary? It’s so modern-er! Even simple folk are cute too, like that running curly drilled girl! Suzuran District! It’s like Primp, but Neater!!

Next to the station was indeed a performance center. Amitie pushed the doors open to let in that sweet Suzuran air. This was indeed the place advertised, wasn’t it? It’s as good as any place, so it’s time to mark it under “used”!

After setting it right smack on the door, Amitie hid behind a convenient curtain. “It’s so exciting to perform...ehehe! I can’t wait for everyone to come. If it was almost 14:30 when I got he- wait what if Suzuran runs at a different time!? I better-- perfor- blwah!”

Amitie fiddled with the backstage, since it wasn’t really supervised anyway. She fiddled with the lights, and even found props! She didn’t need those, anyway.

14:45, the time was coming soon. Amitie took out her partner: a pink little radio that the inventor, Witch, had made. The Radio was special, in that it was more of a modern record player; you’d use it to play already recorded music, rather than tuning in to a station.

14:59, the time was set. Amitie and the radio shaped player stepped onto the stage. There was only darkness, which she had set up herself. With nothing to do, she tapped the microphone, getting a test.

Tapping the microphone caused a spotlight onto her to be cast. In that light, she could see the crowd.. or rather, the audience…

The audience was..empty..

There’s nobody here… none of her friends, none of the people of Suzuran. Did she not advertise it well enough? Did nobody bother? Did Klug write some secret message to say “DO NOT COME SEE THIS SHOW”?

Sniffling, Amitie expected this. Her tears hit her shoes, despite this being a natural outcome. But..she was here anyway, right? She might as well go anyway. The stage is hers.

Amitie turned on the radio, a song starting up with a light sputter. She worried the radio would explode, but.. the music came out fine! A miracle!

She began to sing, words falling like-- well, there’s no metaphor that properly encapsulates how mediocre she is. But it’s that! It wasn’t how good it was or how many people were watching. Despite her crying, she still went on, with her song geared around how much she loved the breakfast meal from a place she went to when she was a kid.

・

Watching from outside, Klug peaked his head in to see how many people were exactly viewing. As expected, zero. He almost felt bad for Amitie. He also, more importantly, felt insulted that nobody liked the advertisement!

Wait, why does that matter?

Regardless, hearing Amitie go on anyway, drew him towards the performance center itself. Despite its darkness, Klug could tell why nobody came— the place looks like it hasn’t seen actual usage… ever? But yet, there Amitie was: singing her heart out to an audience of now one.

Taking a seat close to the front, Klug hid his head down, watching from an awkward angle. It’s apparently very hard to see her face, or the full view of her cheering and shouting and singing, but at least she can’t see him. His hands were screaming to draw the backdrop behind her, but he didn’t take out the book. He wasn’t here to draw.

Amitie, pausing in the midst of one of the later songs, had gotten a brief glimpse of her audience member. The sweat rolling down her forehead felt as if it was not there anymore… no matter how tired she is, at least there’s somebody!

The general mood of the show changed, as Amitie felt even more full of the passion she had for bringing joy, her smiling even brighter, and how her voice refused to give out— even as she screamed out a lyric in the final song, she would not let herself flop.

By now, Klug was tired of seeing Amitie from an ant eye’s view, so he got himself back into his chair, which was unfortunately when Amitie’s song ended. The girl was panting, almost like she was tired.

“Whew...how was that? Did I put a..smile on your face? I… wow… hah..” Amitie says, smiling at her audience. “You know.. whew.. I can see you… right there!” She goofily points at Klug, who has tried to hide again.

“A-uh- how long did you notice me?! My plan was perfect to sneak in, you airheaded idiot blonde!” He angrily yelled, mostly out of shock. “..how long did you know about me watching..” He mumbled, genuinely curious.

Amitie got down from the stage to the seat in front of Klug’s. “I’m not stupid! Even if I’m clumsy, a little bit forgetful, and not too good at money, I’m perceptive!” She grins. “I noticed since you got here! It made me feel a lot better knowing one of my friends was watching me.” She admits, still staring right at Klug.

The two awkwardly stared at each other, before Klug broke the silence. “You consider me a friend? You don’t need to. You’ve got the other three.” He questioned, despite feeling rather honored that Amitie at least considers him a friend despite them only remeeting again recently.

“Well, of course!” Amitie asserts. “You and I and Sig were friends for a long time, so it’s fair of me to consider you two super duper DUPER close!” She illustrates, lacing her own fingers. “The only way this could’ve been better is if Sig was here!”

Klug sighs. The feeling of importance was fun while it lasted.

“Regardless, I think I’m going to continue being here, you wanna come with, Klug?” Amitie invites, holding a hand closer to Klug’s side of the chairs. “I mean, since you’re here an’all!”

Klug thought about it. This was...like… an outing, right? One two friends would have? Nodding, he took Amitie’s hand. “Ahh..uhmm.. On a few conditions!” He decides, his answer lightening up Ami’s eyes.

“Firstly!! Do not mention this to anyone! You and I being friends shouldn’t be a big deal!… Raffina would never let me hear the end of it.” Klug began.

Amitie nods. “Okey-dokey! A secret it will be! What else is there?”

“Secondly, We start HERE! I want to capture these seats in canvas form!” Klug continued.

Amitie nods. “Oh, sure! We can stay for a while! Want to sit on the stage? It’s got a great view!” She lifts the two of them up, as they went to sit down on the stage.

As Amitie dangled her feet around, Klug cleared his throat for her attention. “And-- thirdly, you’re most likely tired and hungry from your performance, yeah?” He asked, knowing full well Amitie would say she was.

When he got the confirmation, he smugly grinned. “Close your eyes.” He orders, and Ami listens. “Don’t think of it as a ‘gift’ by the way. I just thought you may enjoy a little present to remind you of Sig. You like that, huh?”

Klug handed her one plain loaf of bread. “This was something you stole a while back, and I figured you enjoyed it…” He began.

Amitie readied to snatch it, but restrained herself. “Wow, so you bought it again? For real?” She asked, grateful.

Klug dropped it in her hands, immediately taking out the sketchbook to divert his eyes away from her. “Well- er- whatever! Let me work!”

#amitie puyo puyo #klug puyo puyo #puyo puyo #kuruami writing #24manzaishipping #klugami #okay. now that we have the tags out the way. #Puyo Puyo Steam City #raffina puyo puyo #lidelle puyo puyo #sig puyo puyo #ally mention #VAGUE Arle mention

[narutowatcher15]

My Legacy Save

*Note: This is both in honor of Pride Month cuz I can’t leave things straight for the life of me. And also cuz I’ve been meaning to make this but, I’ve been lazy if I’m honest.*

*Note 2: Proof of my laziness, June is almost over. 😫*

Please continue below the cut.

Premade Sims Tea ☕️

Eliza and Bob have MAJOR issues. Eliza kind of gave up on her ambition for the business world and just became an interior decorator for their house. She craves high class to the point where Bob can’t keep up monetary wise, gave up ages ago saying no and is actively depressed, hence his traits. And between you and me Eliza is looking to step out on Bob with Don Lothario. Don isn’t much interested tho. Maybe if some of his other girls stop seeing him.

Speaking of Don, he’s cheating on Katrina with so many other women it’s nuts. There’s Nina Caliente, Nancy Landgraab, Geeta Rasoya, Anaya Jang, and Bella Goth. He’s also made moves on but is not actively involved with Lilith Vatore, Jasminder Bheeda, and Zoe Patel. Katrina has no idea and honestly it doesn’t seem like anyone really does tbh beyond the women who sleep with Don. But if you ever wanna know for sure, check the female townies sleepwear, if they wear one of Don’s old shirts to bed, they’re sleeping with him. Wonder where he finds so many of those dumb button ups?

The Goth family is nowhere near as perfect as they portray. Ever since Cassandra turned into a teen they’ve been struck by a rebellious phase. They no longer like to walk, talk, and act like their nose is permanently in the air. Honestly it probably wouldn’t have actually ever amounted to much but Cassandra has horrible teeth thanks to Mortimer’s side of the family and horrible acne thanks to Bella’s side. And Bella made it a personal mission to ridicule the poor kid so they’d be ashamed enough to cover their acne and stop smiling so their braces showed. Instead Cassandra responded with Malicious Defiance. As you can tell Cassandra changed their pronouns, not an act of defiance but more so an act of self discovery, but Bella didn’t treat it that way. They cut their hair to their shoulders, and dyed the ends purple. Mortimer’s mother, Cornelia loved it as she loved the color purple, and hated the red that Bella insisted be involved in everything. Then Cassandra changed their style, so long nerdy, modest, and simple. Hello Cassandra the kid who wears leather jackets, fishnets, and gothic makeup. Bella is pissed that she lacks control over Cassandra and with the way Alex idolizes his sister, he’ll probably be the same. As to whether she feels more shame because her kid is acting out so much or anger because her kids aren’t as quiet and obedient as they used to be is anyone’s guess.

Johnny Zest is both on a search for his biological father and for himself as he found out he wasn’t actually Geoffrey’s son. Not much on as to how he found out but that the blow out was… severe. Everyone’s relationships took a hit. Geoffrey lost both romantic and friendship points with Nancy as he truly thought Johnny was his. (Part of the reason they got married.) Malcolm lost friendship points with Geoffrey and lost all relationship with Johnny as he saw Johnny as the reason his parents were fighting. He knew Johnny wasn’t Geoffrey’s as he used to snoop through stuff a lot and found an exchange of letters with Johnny’s actual dad and Nancy told him to keep quiet because it didn’t matter. Johnny lost all relationship with everyone as they all blamed him for the revelation. So all he got was a last name from Malcolm and the words “get out and never come back.” So, he’s doing okay… ish. He’s, certainly living at least…

The BFF house is certainly one of the more calmer houses. They haven’t had much happen to them. Liberty has long been known for having a crush on Travis so they finally went on a date! But, it ended kinda awkward with Liberty and Travis kissing and Liberty realizing she’s actually not into men… Like at all… Travis may have suffered a bruised ego but they’re still great friends! Summer however is having a harder time adjusting to Liberty’s new pride. She loves Liberty like a sister and supports her no matter what, sure! But, she is from a super religious family, this is all so new and odd to her. I hope she can overcome it.

Besides Don’s eyes that are wandering all over Jasminder, Arun’s eyes are also wandering around on the women of San Myshuno. It seems he’s already regretting jumping straight into fatherhood after getting married. Though he’s kept his hands to himself so far. I guess maybe he’s just realizing he’s not a bachelor anymore who can do whatever he wants. He seems really in love with his wife though, absolutely enamored with her even. It’s probably just nerves and will past before the baby arrives. He loves Jasminder too much to cheat… right?

Raj and his mother Geeta are also another calm family. Their biggest issue is arguing over Raj wanting to quit his job and open his own restaurant. His mother however thinks it’s a stupid idea and he should get to the top of his career first. Raj disagrees and says he’d be happier owning his own restaurant so he could decide the menu as he hates the one at his job. But… some things I’ve noticed is Raj seems to be lost in thought lately and writing in a journal a lot too. I think this job thing is really bugging him, unless it’s something else? He must be really good at keeping it inside if that’s the case. Geeta meanwhile finds comfort in Don after arguing with her son for days on end. Pretty sure that affair started back when Raj’s dad was still alive. They just never stopped after he died. Honestly I think it’s just comfortable for Don at this point.

The Jang’s are pretty happy and normal. Except for Anaya’s affair of course. Anaya has pretty much convinced herself she’s not in the wrong at this point. She blames Baako as she feels he’s grown distant from her since Billie was a little object baby. He just doesn’t seem all that interested in her anymore. So she fell right into Don’s arms and she’s been there ever since. Especially when Baako does daddy/daughter dates with Billie since those usually last all day.

That’s all the tea for now, perhaps there will be more from other families in the future. 👀

Sims In My Game’s Confirmed Sexualities and Genders/Sexes 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

All are decided by me unless stated otherwise.

Matilda Lucero (⭐️!!!Legacy Starter!!!⭐️) - Pansexual Intersex Woman

Bob Pancakes (his sexuality actually showed like this in game) - Bisexual Hetero-Romantic Intersex Male

Don Lothario - Bisexual Female-Leaning Cis Male

Liberty Lee - Lesbian Cis Female

Cassandra Goth - Questioning Nonbinary Person (They/Them ONLY)

Caleb Vatore - Homosexual Cis Male

Lily Feng - Asexual Aromantic Cis Female

Darling Walsh - Heterosexual Nonbinary Person (They/He, mainly They)

The Legacy Starter ⭐️

Let’s finally meet,

Matilda Lucero

Matilda is a Young Adult with the Successful Lineage aspiration, and she will be pursuing the Politics Career. I have the mod that gives sims 5 traits and the more traits mod so all of Matilda’s traits are:

Foodie “These Sims become Happy and have Fun when eating good food, become Uncomfortable when eating bad food, and can Watch Cooking Shows for ideas.”

Well-Balanced (mod) “These Sims are emotionally stable. They are good at handling negative emotions. Their anger and stress decay faster while happiness decays slower.”

Loyal “Loyal sims value their relationships and fully commit to them, whether they are friendship, romance, or even work! They avoid lying and cheating because their loved ones’ trust is very important to them.”

Delightful (mod) “It’s pleasant to spend time with these Sims. They build friendships slightly faster and the Sims around them would get a happy buff!”

Self-Assured “These Sims tend to be Confident.”

Domestic (Aspiration Trait) “Domestic Sims will see their familial relationships grow stronger faster.”

Outfits 👚👖

Everyday

Formal

Active Wear

Sleepwear

Party Wear

Swimsuit

Hot Weather

Cold Weather

*Apologies for low quality photos I took them with my phone*

Anyway, I am missing packs cuz I’m moving from Console to PC (and starting over) so till I get all my stuff back (waiting for sales) this is all I’ve got really.

I hope you like her, I love her albeit I’m biased.

#sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 story #legacy gameplay #ts4 legacy #ts4 #lgbt pride #pride

[gojoxxluv]

Something in The Rain

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Fem Reader

Genre: Angst with a Fluff ending

Warnings: just a speck of violence

Word Count: 1178

a/n: this is the first ever fic I’ve written in tumblr for @katsukidotcom ‘s Lovers Lane Collab. So thank you for this opportunity and feedback is appretiated. I hope y’all are safe and are drinking enought water. Stay healthy and ily<3

Raining pouring down the roof, winds blowing in different directions, the sweet smell of soil filling up your nostrils, a cup of coffee on the table beside you. You were reading a book humming to the music of your taste. The book that you were reading reminded you of your husband Megumi , who had been with you through your ups and downs. He made you smile like an idiot all the time. You fell in love with him even for the bare minimum thing he did. He was something which you were your true self around him. A person who was gifted from the gods if you get to know him better. A tear was shed from your eye as you were reading your book. What could've happened that made you so heartbroken towards a person you loved the most in your life. 

[Flashback]

  It all started when you were put in a very unexpected situation in your life. To love a person who was as cold as ice was assumed as a challenge but this was nothing when it came to you. You were a University scholar who had this kind, cheerful, bubbly, clingy essence, making people happy and spread warmth around you. Not until your parents thought of getting you married. You were pretty helpless to the point where you couldn't fight back for yourself because all this would go in vain no matter what you did. You believed in love at first sight and that's what happened when you saw Megumi, You felt euphoric high at his sight. Something about him made you feel you were in love with him. His dark raven hair complimenting his face, his sharp eyes which were intimidating made you drown into them. His physique made him look as if he was straight from the Greek world. You had never seen a person like him in your entire life. His father spoke up “My son has  been doing good at his business, setting up his empire, he'll take care of your daughter so, please don't worry about it.” You didn't dare to look up to him but spared some glances towards him. You could already see that he was being compelled and wasn't interested in this alliance. Megumi's and your parents got you married in a week or so. Since then, Megumi was reserved to himself and rarely spoke to you whereas you were truly filled with energy and wanted the best for your husband. You prepared him his lunch and he barely even said thank you or kissed you on your forehead. He returned home and coldly refused to eat his dinner. You didn't mind it because you kept thinking that his nature. You were blindfolded with love and he had that effect on you. He did get short-tempered at times but you didn't mind that anger until one day he came back home, feeling exhausted due to work. “Welcome home! How was your day? Did you have your lunch? I hope you had it cuz I don't wanna see you eat something unhealthy?” He went to the couch and plopped himself feeling exhausted to hell that he barely kept up with your rantings. He had been listening to these since he got tied up with you. “Oh no, I know you are exhausted but please go freshen up until that I'll be setting-” “Can you shut your damn mouth for a while Y/N? You have been screaming since I've entered the home. Don't you have other work other than bothering me? When will you stop being clingy towards me huh? Do I look like a joke to you?” You were taken aback but before you could speak up he threw a vase which was kept by his side. He moved towards you making you step back at his furious self. “You are here enjoying the comfort of living while I work my ass off going to the company? Is this all you can do?” He ran his fingers through his hair just to see you screaming “P-please don't hurt me……. It was never my intention to act c-clingy around you. I j-just thought t-that I did my best being a good partner who would h-help you. I was fru-frustrated with this behaviour of yours but still did not pay attention to it cuz I was madly IN LOVE with you. It was so dumb of me to assume that you would love me back. I was j-just trying to help you but you just ignored me like I was just an additional piece in this house………the way I wanted you to share your feelings and frustrations with me so that I can help you over come i-it………..we never really sat down and tried to talk to eachother thinking that we were compelled in this.” He wides his eyes at the sight in front of him. Guilt rushed through his veins. Never in his life, he thought he would raise his hands on his wife. The other half of his life who was practically begging in front of him. “Y/N I did-” “P-please lea-ave me a-alone, take this wedding ring with you and give it to someone who is really deserves your l-love. I will still love y-you.” Before Megumi could approach you, you ran to your bedroom shutting your door and packing up to leave the house. Meanwhile Megumi really really felt guilty about he treated you.

He never expected you to love him. He had confined his feeling to himself not knowing what love is. He did feel the same when you were around him. He felt utmost comfort and peace once he reached home. He always saw you waiting for him each and every day. This thought made him feel at ease that at least he has someone who cares about him. He ran towards your bedroom and practically attempted to break the door. His thoughts were running wild to why you had locked yourself up. Never in his life he had been frightened. He was scared to lose you. He had no one but to be with you. You on the other hand had packed up and were sitting at the floor, all curled up, bawling at the incident that happened a few minutes ago. You heard someone banging the door inhumanely. Fear ran down your body thinking what might happen if you didn’t open the door. You stood up shaking, wiped your tears and approached to open the door. As soon as you opened the door you saw Megumi begging in front of you. “Can you please listen to me once? I’m so sorry for what I-.” You stood up to yourself, wiping your tears making sure you don’t feel weaker. “That’s it? Do you think that after all, I did to you, you just will return to say “I’m sorry” if sorry was that easy to be accepted, there wouldn’t have been a single person on the streets crying for it. Apologies are something when you have done something unintended but in your case, you literally Treated me as nothing to you besides a maid that takes care of your home until you return. I know your side of the story and I know how frustrating it is but didn't think that I was here very eager to listen to you every time you came home? All I wanted from you is the same love and nothing else. I didn't take the vows that day just to be treated like this. Do you think I had it lenient the way you make it sound? You know I felt so awful every time you ignored me. The way you ignored me thinking that I would be a distraction. I was so in love with you not knowing that it would hurt me later.” At this rate, Megumi didn't want you to leave him “I know and I just don't have words to tell you how much I love you. I know my anger took the best of me and had to see this side of me. It was never my intention to hurt you. I just distanced myself from you thinking that you never loved me back for this. Please forgive me.” Tears streamed down his face. His breath because unsteady because of all the bawling. “I don't know Megumi…….after seeing you today, I feel like I  need a break from all the ruckus that happened a while ago. I just can’t live under the same roof as you knowing that you don't treat me good. I think it's best for both of us to stay apart for a while. I’ll have to think about your apology with a cool head. You are a good person and I know that but please take those additional, unwanted personalities of yours out. For now please let me go to where I can be happy for a while, only then I'll reconsider this relationship. Please take care of yourself while I'm away, as I said before I still love you.” You passed through the door and soon the gate leaving Megumi behind. After all this Megumi had decided to always treat you right because it's his duty and he realised your love for him.

[Flashback End]

Days and weeks passed by, you were living in your apartment where you lived before getting married to Megumi. You were not able to sleep for days thinking if he is taking care of himself. He did text you every day, his messages were always calming, making you fall in love with him every day. You had many sleepless nights thinking about him. You were restless to meet him again. You had forgiven him and gave time to rectify his mistakes and the fact that he was trying through texts made you smile to yourself that he is changing. On the other hand, Megumi was truly in love with you. He admits that he wanted your love. He wanted to be by your side no matter how big the situation was. He wanted to be in your arms after a hectic day and share everything with you. He wanted someone who could understand him as well. He knew he did act like a moron but he decided to change for good. One day he texted you if it was okay to visit your apartment. It didn't take a second for you to reply “Yes” since you missed him a lot. This thought of seeing him for the first time in weeks made your heart beat faster than ever. You wiped your tears and looked up at the sky. The rain was pouring down gracefully from the dark mists which covered the whole sky. You kept your book at the table and went towards the rain. The winds were chilly and you rubbed your arm feeling the raindrops on your skin. You were completely drenched in rain by now. You closed your eyes enjoying the downpour. Oh, you wished Megumi to be by your side enjoying this rain. You started tearing up at how lonely you felt. It was like your other half went missing and you were desperate to find it. You started bawling in the rain before you could fall on the ground, someone grabbed you from behind forming a ring around your waist crying out loud. You looked up and saw Megumi who had seen you whimper thinking about the past. Your eyes met and he could see your red eyes indicating you wept. You thought this was an illusion. He hugged you ever so tightly not wanting to leave you. “How are you? I missed you so much, thank you for being patient with this, I do miss my other half who I love more than anything and wanted the best for him. Oh God,  please let me see his face. This loneliness is killing me, did you sent his incarnation. I'm so thankful for it.” You were not in your senses as Megumi kept listening to your rantings. He started tearing up thinking that your love for him didn't wither yet.  “Oh, how lucky I am to have you in my life Y/N. I know I acted like a jerk all the time and I don't deserve-” You came back to your senses and found Megumi hugging like you would leave him again. It broke your heart as well thinking about how he was all by himself after you left him. You cut off his words asking “Please you deserve everything, you deserved to be loved. Past is past and I'm glad that you had learned your lesson.” He shakily looked up again at your eyes. He caressed your cheek missing the sight for weeks. “Can I kiss you-” “Ye-” it didn't take a second for him to crash his lips onto yours. The kiss was desperate, expressing every feeling that you had while you both were apart. The way your lips fit perfectly with each other as they were meant to be since the beginning. You are both drenched in rain, tears streaming down both of you. The pain that you both had for each other started to fade away along with the rain. You both felt complete. You both pulled out and Megumi buried in the crook of your neck, hugging and inhaling your scent which he missed a lot. He started giving neck kisses along your neck making you close your eyes feeling butterflies in your stomach.

This feeling was truly indescribable. He missed you a lot to the fact that you saw him crying while he kept kissing you. You tilted your head to give him more access to your neck since it had been a long time. “I’m sorry but I missed you. It had been ages since I saw you and you became more beautiful since I last saw you. I came here to return this ring to you because no one but you is a rightful owner of it.” “I’ll be more than happy to accept it and giving you another chance and welcome you again in my heart because I one can but you are the rightful owner of my heart, please take care of it.” Your words made him smile through the tears  “I’ll be honoured to.”  He again kissed you with the same passion reminding you about how much he loves you. You grabbed his hair giving in the kiss for the second time, the rhythm of the rain and your lips dancing made you both feel at ease again. You both soon pulled out breathing heavily and connected your foreheads, this time Megumi whispered “I’m not leaving you, not this time.” You both danced in the rain and the mist above you was watching the reunion of soulmates. The downpour which was sent was healing the pain that you had suffered through. The sun shined among the rain signifying a new start. Like this, you were happy to begin a new journey in your life.

#jjk x reader #jjk men #megumi x reader #megumi angst #megumi fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen megumi #anime x reader #megumi fushiguro #anime angst #angst prompt

[free-pool-trash]

of pick up lines and garden flowers - peter maximoff

requests: Hello! I'm a big fan of basically all your Peter Maximoff x Reader stories and was wondering if you could write one where both of them got sucked into Westview and reader's "role" is a florist and Peter's in love with her or something? Bonus points if they were already together before getting trapped in the town and every time they meet, reader gets a flashback of when they were together? That would be pretty awesome to read :D

hey bestie ✨ i love this idea it’s super cute <3 thank you for sending it in i hope you enjoy <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated

word count: 1.1K (it’s short but i quite like it)

warnings: peter being dorky, really fluffy

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The sound of the bell above your door chiming alerted you that you had a customer. You smiled softly, not turning around, continuing to fix the arrangement of flowers in front of you.

“Back again?” You teased, already knowing who the visitor was without having to turn around. He came in at the same time every single day.

Once you finished adjusting the lilies on the shelf, you spun around to face the silver haired man who leaned against your cash counter casually, “Thought you needed your daily dose of vitamin P.”

“Dear god. That’s the worst one yet, truly, you’ve outdone yourself.” You cackled, busying yourself with filling out orders to avoid catching his trademark cheesy grin.

It had become a routine. He’d stroll into your shop and hit you with his best terrible pick up line and you’d send him away with a single flower.

“You smile wider the worse they are.” He informed, his dimples on full display as his grin had turned into a wide, loving smile.

If you hadn’t known better you would’ve sworn that you’ve seen that adoring smile of his before. Yeah, you’d seen it almost everyday this week but even from the very first day he’d stumbled into your shop and accidentally knocked over a vase of freshly organised hydrangeas he was familiar- he felt familiar.

Riding that train of thought you let out a soft “Oh”, as you remembered the flower you’d chosen to send him away with today. It wasn’t anything too special to the naked eye but whenever you looked at it you were hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia, the feeling was similar to the one you got when you’d lock eyes with the man who stood before you now, and so you figured why not put two good things together?

Quickly you pulled the flower out of the vase behind the cash counter where you were keeping it and presented it to Peter with a bright smile, “Tah-dah!”

Peter stared at the flower for a second, before his eyes moved up to your face. Truthfully, Peter didn’t really care about flowers, but he did however care about you and for whatever reason he couldn’t seem to keep himself from coming back to you time and time again.

He took the flower from you gently, making sure his fingers lingered against yours while you passed him the stem, he admired the steady blush that began rising on your cheeks at the contact.

“Why’d you pick a daisy?” He asked, twirling the green stem between his fingers and for a brief second, as you watched him grinning and messing with the taller than average garden flower, it was as if the fog had cleared completely.

The night was hot, you were laying in the garden simply listening to the crickets and allowing the cool breeze to sweep over you as you twirled a small daisy that you’d plucked from the grass between your fingers.

“Psst. Y/n!” Peter’s whisper startled you from your relaxation and you turned your head to look at him.

“Mhm?” Peter plopped himself down beside you, dropping his head onto your lap and letting out a content sigh as he did.

You sat up on the grass, careful not to move his head too much, you began to play with it softly as he began to speak, “Are you a magician?” He asked, looking up at your face seriously as if the question he just posed was the most important question he’d ever ask you.

Before you could even really process his question, a huge grin made its way across his lips, “Because when I’m with you everybody else disappears.”

“We’re the only people here, my love.” You reminded him through a giggle, “But counter question- Are you a parking ticket?” Peter scoffed, raising an eyebrow at you, completely unimpressed by your line’s set up.

“Why? Cuz I’ve got “fine” written all over me? Lame.” He complained rolling his eyes.

Lightly you flicked his nose, “No, I was gonna say it’s because you’re a huge inconvenience.” His gasp caused you to bark out a laugh, pleased with his outraged response.

Within a second Peter tackled you back into the grass, his fingers running up and down your sides, relentlessly. Loving the way your laughter came out in howls, the way they always did when he tickled you. Your eyes watered as he refused to let up until you were begging through squeals of laughter for him to stop. When he finally ceased his attack on your ribs, he let out a chuckle of his own and rolled off of your body, lying on the grass beside you instead.

It took you a second to catch your breath again, eventually when you managed to even out your breathing you turned your head to look at Peter, who was already looking at you. His gaze almost made you lose your breath again. His brown eyes twinkled and his skin was illuminated weakly by the moon that shone full above you, perfectly highlighting the dips in his dimpled cheeks as he smiled softly yet widely. You knew what that look was, he was in love, and conveniently; so were you.

“Truce?” You whispered, holding out the little daisy you had plucked from the grass earlier and offering it to Peter, whose smile never dimmed as he nodded in agreement.

You shimmied closer, pressed a small kiss to his nose before tucking the flower behind his ear. The image of him so in love with a daisy poking out from behind his ear was the purest, sweetest thing you’d ever seen and it caused your smile to nearly split your cheeks.

“You look perfect right now.” You voiced your thoughts quietly as to not disturb the moment.

Wordlessly, he placed his hands on your hips and tugged you into him so that your chest was flush against his. He kissed you softly, his lips moved meaningfully with yours, pouring all of his emotions into the kiss before he pulled away reluctantly.

He rested his forehead on yours and let the words he was thinking slip from his lips, his smile back and wider than it had been before your lips connected, “You’re perfect all the time.”

Peter watched in concern as you seemed to zone out for a second, a thoughtful look on your face. It only lasted a few seconds, though.

As quickly as it had gone, the fog returned and the memory slipped away as if it were never there to begin with, leaving only a feeling of warmth behind. With a gentle shake of your head, you zoned back in on Peter.

His heart skipped a beat at the smile that stretched across your lips. It was dazzling, no that wasn’t it, it was perfect.

He watched mesmerised as you shrugged your shoulders and spoke through a grin, “Not sure. It just reminded me of you… for some reason.”

Maybe, you’d been right to say you’d known him before. There was something so vividly sentimental to you about the boy that had you convinced that; yes, perhaps you had been met with his adoring smile before- in another life.

#peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff #peter maximoff imagine #wandavision x reader #wandavision spoilers #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader

[lilylilym]

Cinematic language to help you understand why Levihan is more canon than you think

First thing first, of course the plane was Hange. And the wood parallel is deeper than just hints of canon ship

If the birb is Eren then the plane is Hange. It’s called a ✨symbol✨ and a ✨parallel✨ , a narrative device and a visual cue means for readers to reflect on 

a) things that happened related to the actual object (when have we seen this before and last time we see it what happened)

b) what it could represent in terms of symbolic meaning (travel, migration, meaning mobility and freedom and civilization and means and that Levi has a good life for example)

c) how it is positioned in relationships with other object/symbol that are similar to it visually, to draw some similarities and differences in terms of narrative (plane is a machine birb, scientific birb, Levi sees plane while Mikasa hanging out w birb, what do this mean???? Thinkkkkkk)

Some folks will find value in learning comp lit, to know how to read narrative work, including cinema. AOT is visual but it is also deeply cinematic in the way Hajime Isayama draws the panel and the variety of shots he uses to depict the passive narration such as voice-over, time-lapse, flashbacks, time jump, etc. 

Here’s an example of how AOT is structured by paralllels, symbols, and narrative devices through editing/cinematic techniques to tell the story. This is my favorite scene when Isayama uses a combination of cutaway and montage to use a character’s dialogue beyond the immediate moment (real time) to depict a larger theme of the story:

This scene is Levi and Kenny talking to each other in real time. There are many ways to depict a dialogue. If it is about each other, then characters are usually depict in “continuity editing” where the whole scene is about them talking to each other, shots will be opposite shots of their face, over-the-shoulder, giving audiences a feel that you are there with them in the convo, listening to them talk. But this scene “cutaway” in that it breaks up the “linear time” by showing audiences other images not realistically been seen by any character, to broaden the scope of the scene. Now you know it’s not just about the dialogue. However, cutaway usually is a thing that realistically in that scene, like cut to the tree while Kenny is still speaking, then go back to them. 

In this “sequence,” what is shown is a montage of images that are not only “flashbacks” (memory of things the characters have seen/witnessed, since he couldn't have seen Kuchel) but compilation of new images that are “symbolic” to the lines Kenny is speaking. In other words, the author is drawing “parallels” from one instances to others, connecting separated people, scenes, stories, actions, decisions into one larger thing we call “theme”––Isayama’s making sure that audiences know exactly what to think by forcing separated images into one montage, and make sure you understand that this message needs to be understood beyond Kenny. So that’s the cinematic language readers should be aware that Isayama is using.

That’s why arguing events based on literal evidence is limited, because it is cannon itself that events, stories, people’s decisions and investments are meant to be interpreted and understood in juxtaposition.

Now let’s move on to juxtapositions and parallel in Levihan and Eremika:

I know people have use the wood parallel to talk about how Levihan is canon, but I think the wood is meant to show that Levihan are the adult version of Eremika, who also understand and rely on each other, but a lot more secured in their relationship and trust. 

So, get this: for Eremika, Eren had to ask who he is to Mikasa (I know, dumbo) before they get the alternative living in the wood. That’s cuz their young love is shy and also full of insecurities and they are unsure of how to understand their affection for one another. The insecurity is especially pronounced when Mikasa, after having been asked that (”who am I to you”), still get so hurt when Eren said he had been hating her since they were kids. That means we can read that she took the question as “what do you want from me why are you clingy” instead of “pls tell me you like me.” 

In another world, she is her fierce self who lives only for her and Eren (like she used to back then, ready to fight the whole army to keep Eren alive but now she’s a soldier for humanity) and suggested that they runaway to live in the wood. In this scenario, Mikasa’s suggestion was implied, we never saw her do it, only told in Eren’s retelling, and even so, in his words (“thats what you said, Mikasa”).

This whole scene is continuity editing with flashbacks, purely from the perspective of Mikasa. You as the reader assumes her point of view, because the images depict Eren speaking, and Eren’s words dictate most of the information. So you, as a reader, is being told to, passively that this is what happened, and that whatever decision of how they get here, has been made prior to you. In other words, while the dialogue happening about them being together is real time, the dialogue of how they decided to do so, is not. That is meant for interpretation. The author does not let you know how it happened in real time. This intended foreclosing is meant to evoke a sense of confusion, unsatisfaction (because you do not get to know how decisions are made and why), so it is safe to assume that the intended feeling is also just that--bittersweet. You know the couple get to be together, but they were not entirely at peace. This life will weight heavily on them until the day Eren dies. This scene is in chapter 138, but in story’s time, it’s meant to be continue before the timeskip. 

For Levihan, in chapter 126, the conversation between Levihan was playing out in real time itself, but the whole scene is an independent moment that preceded the real event (which was continued on from chapter 125, where Hange and Levi met with Pieck and Theo). 

In this scene, readers can see that the suggestion was direct, and we were in on the act as it happens. Hange thought Levi was unconscious, so they were thinking out loud. “Maybe we should just live here together, right, Levi?” We see Hange contemplating about it, said it out loud, and sad that it might just be a wild thought. 

Time cut. Now they’re doing something else, before the path appears, and they turned around to wake Levi up. Levi woke up at that same moment, immediately asking about what happened before he was unconscious, not letting Hange know that he heard the whole thing. He took time to catch up with what happened, gathering information and providing information. This means he is contemplating about Hange’s proposal.

“I let him get away again.” Hange responded to this sentence with “I’m sure you want revenge, but for now...” Levi moved on, seamlessly, without a beat, “If we keep running and hiding, what will that get us?” At first it seems like a continuation of the convo--as in Levi doesn’t want to keep hiding and want to go back to battle, but Hange understood immediately that he was referring to their talk: “So you heard me talking to myself.” 

Here, Hange weren’t like “omg im sorry I didn’t know u were up i would have never,” because that would suggest that the relationship between them is unconfirmed and that Hange has yet to know what Levi thinks of them (as seen in Eremika’s nature of their relationship). But they were just like, ok, so you heard. Then Levi saw that Hange was making a thing to carry him, and concluded, “I know you. You’re not able to stay out of the action.” Hange admitted, “Yeah, that’s right, I can’t.” 

If you look at the scene itself, you will see a lot of opposite shots (POV of the two characters who are talking to each other), many of them are close-up (right in their face). It is a short, but continuous, linear conversation where Hange and Levi got to talk about the possibility, discussed it together, before Levi pointed out that Hange could never just sit this one out, and Hange agreed. This scene is also meant for interpretation, because even though they talked about the possibility, they didn’t go “so what do you think, I think we should” but it was Hange’s wild thought that they fully intended not to go through, and Levi’s understanding that he was not meant to truly respond, because he saw that Hange already had a plan to keep it moving. (The next scene is Levi negotiating with Theo and Pieck, so it’s safe to assume that they spent the rest of their conversation discussing strategies.)

Levihan’s scene is short, but it was meant to read in juxtaposition with Eremika’s more elaborate life in the wood in 138 -- communicating the idea that if they had run away together, they would also suffer intensely survivor’s guilt. Which, as soldiers and commanders, they simply cannot choose. So, in a way, this is to depict Levi’s theme, “no regret,” even as they never had a future to be together at peace. The fact that they can have this extremely heavy conversation means that there were peaceful moments between them that they experienced, that would allow this scene to read like a final good bye.

So, as I have rambled more than I needed to, I’mma stop here. My point was pretty simple and meant to invite folks to read AOT very generously in terms of its couple/romantic/partnership, in that just because things are not fleshed out doesn’t mean it’s not real and that readers are supposed to read between the line, thematically, across storylines to get the full picture, but sternly in the way that you need to understand narrative devices and visual cues the ways they’re meant to be read. To go back to the plane controversy (apparently some people insist that planes are planes), of course planes are planes, that’s what they first and foremost need to be. No object would be included for the symbolic meaning only - it always need to be itself first and foremost, to create a normative sense of reality before it could go imaginative and interpretive.  

#snk #aot #levihan #eremika #levi ackerman #hange zöe #kenny ackerman

[kaijurakunsobs]

If requests are open could you do a Heisenberg fic with a teen or young adult reader(no older than 20 please) who stumbles into the village trying to get away from their parents and after they get attacked by Lycans Heisenberg patches them up and takes them in trying to hide them from his sister and mother miranda. Could you please do it with an AFAB reader who doesn’t identify as female? I am currently dealing with borderline verbal abuse from my conservative father who doesnt like that though I am AFAB I don’t identify as female.

first, baby, I'm so sorry that this is happening to you. I know how bad and mentally taxing that kind of living situation can get, I was in a similar situation and somehow managed to pull through.

you are not alone, you are loved and I hope everything gets better, never forget that it's you who defines yourself, your self worth should NEVER be defined by others

All you can think is...how cold everything is around you, how the freezing air burns your skin and lungs, but, you have endured something worst, physical pain can be healed with time, emotional and psychological pain is what hurts the most, what feels eternal and haunting, it coils around you, it grows and never let's go, like being branded, it leaves marks that never go away.

Running aimlessly through the snow feels like nothing.

What made you get out of the car?

Was it anger?

Desperation?

Does that even matter anymore?

You can't hear their voices anymore, so that's a win.

Farther away you see smoke and fain lights, distant sounds beckoning you closer to that place, and you let yourself smile widely when the silhouette of someone standing so close to you, you could get help, start somewhere new, be happy!

But it's so short-lived, that you question if there's divine retribution, karma, or just the universe laughing in your face.

Your "savior" is covered in blood, a man with a perpetual expression of agony lays in the snow, dead. The monster turns to you and finally the cold freezes you where you stand, it's not alone, and all the other creatures are looking at you, dark soulless eyes fixated on their new prey.

You have felt like that before under his gaze like if you were vermin, it made you furious how you were treated and consider as something lesser than a person. These things look at you the same like you are just a speck of dust in their path, and maybe you are, if the mangled body is any indication that taking a life will be nothing for them.

You see it from the corner of your eye, one of them lunges for you, and then? everything is a blur.

You remember kicking and punching wildly, adrenaline making you forget about the pain of the bites and scratches, there are memories of you running and using something to smash the head of one of the monsters, a rock, perhaps? But in the end, cold, blood loss, and exhaustion are enough to bring you to your knees. One of them grabs a fistful of hair and roars in your face and you know, that, this is it, you fought and did your best, but this is the end of your travesty...so much for your new life of freedom.

"Get the fuck away...I SAID FUCK OFF!" his voice is so loud that it makes you whimper and recoil "LET GO, CAN'T YOU HEAR ME? LET GO, DAMN IT!" the smell of blood and a warm liquid hits you hard, but at least you are free, letting your body hit the snow

"What do we have here?...this one is alive, but ya ain't from around here, do you?" he's smoking and something small and silly wants you to tell him that smoking is bad, which makes you smile so softly "...Interesting"

Heisenberg rarely gets intrigued by anything, he hasn't found anything to spark his curiosity in so long, so of course, he had to come and see what was causing such a commotion. What he thought to be a villager, fist fighting the lycans so valiantly, turned out to be a teenager, he saw you from afar,  furiously kicking lycan after lycan, you didn't even notice the growing red spots in your clothes and the black eye, it was survival and feral like behavior. Truly interesting.

Now, what made him pick you up with care? years from today he will say it was just "Scientific interest kiddo! nothing more", but, it's the pain in your face that makes him act so soft, it's not the agony brought by your wounds, this goes deeper, it's different and he knows it very well.

Under normal circumstances, he would have taken you to Moreau, but he knows the loud mouth will give you to that bitch Miranda and that will be it for you. Dimitrescu is OUT of the equation, so does Beneviento, hell knows what her psychotic ass would do to you. So he brings you back to his home and takes time to clean your wounds, true, his stitching abilities are amazing...on corpses, and a lack of anesthesia and your occasional movements makes it hard for him to stitch you properly, but by the end of everything, you are bandaged and clean, isn't that the important part?

He’s done his part, the rest is on you. If you had the strength to fight and even kill a lycan, you might live to see another day

How long were you out?

You are warm and so fucking sore, cracking your eyes open is a big task and even harder to sit up in the bed you are laying on. The room is black and smells like tobacco, oil, and something you can’t place but it’s nice.

Barefoot and curious you start to get up, wincing deep and loud when pain floods your body, but you get up non-less, you feel the cold air hit your legs, and immediately pull down the shirt to cover yourself. Then it fully clicks, the jagged memories of what happened slaps you in the face and make you lose your footing, falling back on the bed you pry the shirt off from your body, you see bandages and patches placed on smaller wounds, your head is killing you and your right eye hurts like crazy.

With small breathes you pull the shirt back on and force your body to get up and investigate the room. There are piles of clothes and pieces of paper everywhere, picking one of the pants you sigh, these are yours, but they have been destroyed either by the beasts or by however brought you here. Looking around there’s nothing more, time to go out.

The only door leads you to an open room, the kitchen and living room placed together, in one of the sofas you can see someone laying down, their chest rising and falling softly, their face obscured by an old hat.

You try to be as quiet and sneaky as possible when getting back into the room “Where do you think you are going, kid?” his voice is thick with sleep but the sound is enough to make you yelp, slamming your shoulder against the door frame, the man jumps up and in a couple of strides he’s beside you “Can you more fucking careful? the stitches gonna get open and if you get an infection I ain’t risking my neck to get you meds”

He’s a bit taller than you with squared and wide shoulders, his face is stern and it seems like he’s annoyed about something, is it you? Did you anger him? You try to remember what could you have done to make him so mad but nothing comes to you, is not like you remember much, and what you do, is better to be left forgotten.

Heisenberg has seen many people look at him with fear, reverence even, but he has never been in the receiving end of a look like yours, he has to close his eyes for a second, carefully grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the kitchen, almost forcing you to take a seat in on of the wobbly chairs he owns.

“Well now that you are back with us, I can finally cook something to eat. You must be starving! I would too after the way you fought back there” he lets out a howl while he busies himself with pulling ingredients for whatever he’s cooking “I saw ya, you know? That was one hell of a show and I know about putting up good entertainment, you gave those lycans a good beating”

Lycans? So those things have names...uuuh, who would have thought.

"What's your name kid?" you get pulled out of your mind by his voice and the smell of cooking eggs, for a moment you wonder and think, that this is the time to be addressed by YOUR name "...I'm Y/N, sir"

"Cut the sir bullshit, you ain't trying to impress nobody here, you can call me Heisenberg, Karl if you wanna get my attention quickly, got it?"

"Yes...Heisenberg?"

He's rather harsh from what little you have seen of him, but he's careful when serving you breakfast, a steady hand serves you tea and makes quick work of a loaf of bread, whit that you two eat in relative silence, he eats like a wolf and that's enough to make you hide a smile.

"Once you are...better..." he's speaking between bites, eew "I'm taking you to get some new clothes, staying here ain't gonna be free, ok?" with his fork pointing at you he waits and continues without you answering "I'll have to teach you...that's gonna take time..."

"I'm a faster learner!"

Heisenberg laughs at the offended tone in your voice, taking a big gulp from his mug once he stops "I like ya kid, there's a fire in you and I respect that, we gonna get along"

It takes you almost 2 weeks to fully recover and be able to move without crying out in pain. On the day he announces that he must take off your stitches, he's kind when pulling on the thread, talking about how that same day he's taking you to the seamstress cuz he's "done" having you wear his stuff.

The seamstress in the Village seems flabbergasted when "Lord Heisenberg" comes into her house, demanding she makes you good sturdy pants and easy to move in shirts. From that sole visit is enough for people to call you "Heisenberg's assistant" whenever you are sent to the village or just went spotted by anyone. The Duke, the merchant that sometimes you have found yourself talking to, does nothing but fuel the rumor, people already fear Heisenberg on a god day, now they fear you might be spying for him.

You would be lying by saying that, Heisenberg is a normal man, he's flamboyant and loud, filled with pride, and what you can describe as...showmanship, he speaks with passion when explaining to you the ins and outs of the factory. He's always close, never breathing down your neck, just close enough to hear if you need help.

The first time you see him use his gift is the most embarrassing and awkward moment of your life.

You are working on some molds for pieces he needs to make from scratch, he taught you where you should work on that, away from whatever lurks in the lower areas of the factory. You were so engrossed in getting the mold out perfectly, tongue sticking out and heavy gloves helping you to pry open the damn thing open, you don't even jump when a hand lands on your shoulder, but you do when the ghoulish face of a corpse appears beside you.

He's running the second he hears you, a high pitched sound tearing through the noise of the machinery, he sees you bolting it towards him and a Zwei Soldat quickly catching up with you, the drill in its arm too close to your back, the moment you are close enough he pulls you towards and behind him, a metal sheet flying to the thing and beheading it in an instant.

"Kid...Kid, look at me, hey, eyes on me" you are not crying, there's no blood anywhere and nothing seems to be missing, you seem more startled than anything else, but you listen to him, concentrated on him and his voice "Y/N, it's ok kid, I'm here"

Then it happens, you let it slip. "Thanks...thanks dad"

You feel him go tense, the hands-on your shoulders shake for a second and embarrassment comes crashing down on you, you are ready for him to yell or push you away and order you to see if the mold is still useful, but he pulls you close, patting your back like you never said anything.

There are days when you can hear him talking on the phone, his voice growing irritated, and his explosive temper getting worst.

You are curled up in the crawlspace that he turned into your room, listening to him talking with someone, he sounds exasperated and nervous. This time he takes longer to come out from his room, a new cigar in his mouth and hammer over his shoulder, usually, he would tell you that he's leaving for a couple of hours, this time he's just there, tapping his foot and sparing quick glances at you.

"Get your coat, we need to leave"

That's new...he never takes you with him to wherever he goes, but you don't feel like arguing and do as he says, slipping your boots on and grabbing your coat.

Heisenberg is unusually quiet this time, only the snow crunching under your feet make enough sound to fill in the void, he takes you farther from the village and into a rundown church, you can hear new voices and the unforgettable sounds of the lycans snarling.

Inside the candlelight is soft and cast strange shadows of the people already waiting inside. There's a woman in a white dress that probably towers over you, another lady dressed in black and her covered, she sits in a corner with a creepy doll on her lap, and finally, a shy man who battles to cover himself with the torn cloth of his jacket.

"Is this why mother Miranda called us? Did you brought a new toy and never informed her? what a bad dog you are Heisenberg"

"Non of your business, Dimitrescu" Karl does everything to keep you behind him, away from the doll or the twisted man, but especially from the woman, Dimitrescu as he called her.

From where you stood, you could see how beautiful and regal she is, sitting with grace and a sarcastic smile plastered on her face. Noticing you, she moved slightly to get a better look, narrowing her eyes, making you feel small and like food. Before she can't even speak the sound of feathers caught your attention, giving Karl enough time to guide you to one of the pews, making you take a seat beside him.

The four adults greeted the new woman, the infamous mother Miranda, you have heard about her in the village and through small stories shared by the Duke, but mostly, you have heard Heisenberg curse the woman and call her every single name under the sun.

"Usually I wouldn't care for what my children do in their dominions, but, Karl, I must say I'm disappointed in you...to hide this child and avoid telling us?"

"I apologize, Miranda, the right opportunity never came" ooooh he's pissed

"I say you take his toy, Mother Miranda, and if possible, give me that lovely lady to me?" at that your gut twist uncomfortably, it's been some time since you were...addressed like that

"Excuse me?" Heisenberg cocks his head to the side, looking at Dimitrescu over his shades "Are you talking about my SON?"

"YOUR SON?! Don't make laugh, child, I can smell the sweet maiden blood running through her veins, that's a lady not one of your dirty lycans"

"And you are bitch no matter how well you dress!"

"ENOUGH!" Miranda's voice breaks them apart, everyone looking at her "Care to elaborate, Heisenberg?"

Karl takes a second to take a drag from his cigar and blow a cloud of some into the air "I found Y/N here, they fought hard to survive and I took them in, just like Alcina, and her lovely daughters...I decided it was my time to have a child of my own"

"That doesn't change the fact that you brought an outsider and didn't inform mother, and now you are trying to do what exactly? have...them...play house with you?"

"Lady Dimitrescu, that's enough" she's looking at you, mother Miranda in staring, and Heisenberg as a hand on your back, suddenly you are hyper-aware of everything, the sounds and smells, the movements each person in the room does, the way the candles flicker "I allow it, may this never happen again, Heisenberg. Next time there will be consequences"

You feel like passing out after that, the screams of Dimitrescu and the doll get drown by the ringing in your ears, everything keeping you together is Heisenberg's hand on yours cursing up a storm as he pulls you along with him.

The cold air feeling nice against your burning skin.

"Kid? I think you are ready" you are halfway through the trek back to the factory when he speaks again

"Ready for what?"

"To be introduced to the Heisenberg family true work, of course! What kind of father I would be if I don't involve you in our family's business"

You trip with your feet hearing him say that, so...he meant it? what he said in the church...that you are his son?

"Come on Y/N, I won't go easy on you because you are my kid now, quick quick"

Catching up to him is easy and you feel at peace when one of his arms wraps around you, he begins to talk about how many things he's gonna teach you and how exciting is to have a young mind to shape.

For the first time, you are eager to get back home.

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[calpalirwin]

Mosaic Broken Hearts

Summary: More secrets spill out the more your relationship with Bucky grows

Word Count: 4.4k

And away, and away we go!

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Bright flashes of light, explosions, blood spattered everywhere, pain, indescribable pain. You screamed for it to stop.

“Hey,” a voice was calling out, a hand nudging at you. “Hey! Y/N! C’mon!”

You screamed louder as your eyes snapped open, scrambling to get out of bed, and promptly face planting on the floor in the process. “You have exactly five seconds to explain who the hell you are, and what the fuck you’re doing in my room before I kill you. One!” You made your voice as threatening impossible, as you pushed yourself up into a sitting position. Where the fuck was a prosthetic when you needed it? Could you kill this guy from the floor? Well… It’d be messy, but you sure as hell would try.

With your mind racing, it took a minute to register that your intruder was laughing. Why the fuck were they laughing?

“Two!”

“It’s me! It’s Bucky. You had a nightmare.”

Different flashes went through your head. Screaming in the lab for a knife. Bucky offering to carry you to your room. You asking him to stay. “Oh…”

“C’mon,” he said softly as he appeared in front of you. One of his arms went around your back, the other hooking under your left knee as he picked you up and set you back in bed. “Do you wanna talk about it, or just leave it?”

“I- Gimme a minute,” you told him, taking a series of long, slow deep breaths as the adrenaline pounding through your veins slowed. “Fuck… You’re just seeing every ounce of vulnerability I have, aren’t you?”

“Could have just as easily been me having the nightmare.”

“Only you wouldn’t have face-planted out of bed in the process. Or at least you would have been able to get up by yourself if you had,” you replied bitterly.

“Can you not play that tough guy role who has it all together all the time?”

“I dunno, let’s ask my pride.”

“I’m not going to judge you, if that’s what you’re worried about. Or think less of you, or whatever else your head is telling you I’m gonna do. You can’t scare me off, Y/N. The only thing you’re fighting here is your own pride.”

“Yes, I’m well aw-” you started, then sighed. “Thank you. I’m, uh… not used to this. So I’m probably gonna be bad at it for a while. But thank you. For staying and stuff. Now… if you wanna go ahead and be the vulnerable one for a bit, that would be fantastic.”

Bucky chuckled, his arm snaking across your shoulders to hold you loosely at his side. “I’m sure it’ll happen eventually. I’m pretty broken myself. And rumor has it you have a soft spot for broken things.”

“Aw, he pays attention, how sweet,” you teased, squishing his cheeks in your hand.

He chuckled again, and you admired the throaty sound of it. “So, the nightmare?”

You let out a sigh. “It’s always the same one. Two car accidents. Two explosions. Lots of blood. Lots of screaming. Which is ridiculous to me because one of the car accidents I wasn’t even there for. It was my parents, and I was just told about it. But I still dream about it like I was there.”

Bucky stiffened, and you assumed it was in sympathy to having nightmares about memories that weren’t your own. “And then the other accident is yours and Tony’s?”

You nodded. “Yep. My family should just stay away from cars. We don’t exactly have the best track record with them.”

“How old were you when it happened?”

“When what happened? My parents, or my leg getting blown off?”

“Both? If you feel comfortable. It’s fine if you want me to shut up.”

“No, it’s fine. I was… Let’s see… I was 11 when my parents died. And I was 28 when I lost my leg.”

“You said after your parents died you went straight into the Army. How could you do that if you were 11?”

“Okay, so I left out some steps. My parents died. I finished school. Went to Westpoint, became an officer, then got shipped overseas. All the while Tony did whatever the hell it is Tony does.”

“And you were 28 when you had your accident, which means…”

“That I’m 36, yeah. Still younger than you, even though all that time spent frozen and whatever magic in that serum slows the aging process makes you look about 32.”

“I was going to say it means we were the same age when we had our incidents. But thanks for reminding me that I’m technically 99.”

You snorted. “God, my boyfriend’s old.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Shit… Jumped to conclusions… Fuck, sorry.”

“No, don’t be. I, uh, it’s fine. It’s more than fine.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I happen to like you quite a bit, Y/N. In case I haven’t made that obvious.”

“Good. Cuz I happen to like you quite a bit as well.”

~~~

Waking up in the morning with Bucky’s arm thrown around you was nice in a way you didn’t expect. While your friendship with him up until this point had already made you feel better than you had in longer than you could remember, the dating part was already adding to that feeling, even though it’d only been a handful of hours since you made the change from friends to boyfriends, most of which had been spent sleeping through the night. Bucky made you feel seen in a way you weren’t used to, and while it scared you, it also thrilled you. And it was more than just being able to see you. He understood you. He understood your pain. And it didn’t scare him. It was a relief to not feel so fucking alone, or have to put up a front.

Your problem now was not wanting to wake him up. He looked so peaceful, the long locks of brown hair acting as a curtain in front of his face. You knew if those fluttering eyelids flashed open, you’d find the most stunning pair of blue eyes, which was quite the statement considering you’ve known Steve for five years. Was it an unspoken requirement that you had to be god-level hot to be a super soldier? Or did the serum do that? Either way, it was grossly unfair.

You were awake, and your stomach was growling, and now you were in a predicament. One, despite your hunger, you didn’t want to leave your bed. There was a hot man in it with his arm flung around you. Two, getting out of bed when your prosthetic limb was still in the lab wasn’t going to be an easy task, unless you woke up said hot man sleeping in your bed. Which you didn’t want to do, because A.) he looked so peaceful and B.) you knew how hard peaceful sleep was to come by, so you didn’t want to be the one to ruin it for him. But god damn, you needed food. And to get to the lab to build a new leg.

It was fine. You could do this. You could get across the room to your closet where you had a pair of crutches without waking Bucky in the process. You were the king of stealth.

Through some small miracle, you managed to make it out of your room without waking Bucky, leaving behind a small note as to where he could find you.

As you made your way to the giant kitchen area, you remembered why you usually either hid in the lab until you made a new leg, or used an office chair to scoot about the place. These crutches were a pain in the ass, beads of sweat forming on your face by the time you got to the kitchen, where you came face to face with what could possibly be your worst fucking nightmare: the full team of half awake Avengers staring at you in shock.

“Morning,” you greeted, making it the rest of the way to a countertop, and leaning on it.

Mumbles of “hey”s and “morning”s chorused back at you, with the exception of Tony who went “Kid, get a chair. With wheels.”

Peter looked up from his bowl of cereal. “Got it, Mr. Stark,” he replied before dashing off.

“Tony, that’s not really necessary,” you started. “I’m just gonna grab something and head to the lab.”

“Don’t play the stubborn hero act. It’s annoying,” was all he replied with as Peter reappeared with an office chair. “Thanks, kid. Sit, Y/N. Toast?”

“Thanks, Peter,” you smiled gratefully, easing into the chair, leaving the crutches leaning against the counter. “And yeah, toast or whatever’s fine, Tony. Thank you.”

“So cordial, are you sure you’re a Stark?” Steve teased.

“Ha-ha,” you deadpanned, scooting your way over to the table.

“Your leg okay?” he followed up with genuine concern.

“Which one?” you asked sardonically.

“Yep, definitely a Stark.”

“So hanging around the Manchurian Candidate helping you embrace amputee life finally?” Tony asked, setting a plate of toast before you.

“Actually it was an explosion that made me embrace amputee life. You were there, remember?”

“My brother, the comedian,” he said with an eye roll. “You know what I meant.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I mean I guess. It’s still not something I’m gonna go around mentioning for the hell of it. Kinda like how you don’t go around mentioning certain things.”

“Mentioning your business isn’t my business, Y/N, it’s yours.”

“I appreciate the discretion.”

“I’m sorry,” a man spoke up. “Is anyone else lost, or just me?”

“Scott, this is,” Tony started, but thought better of it. “Fuck it, it’s your business, you tell it.”

“Y/N Stark. Tony’s younger brother. Ex-military. Not an Avenger, I just live here,” you rattled off the basics. “Oh, and my right leg below the knee is fake thanks to yours truly,” you pointed at Tony. “Well, right now it’s non existent because I had to stab the prosthetic I did have. Different story, different time.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Tony interjected as people stared at him with their mouths open in shock. “I did not blow off your leg. Stark weapons did.”

“Same difference. And it wasn’t meant maliciously. Just a fact. Anyway, I’m pretty easy to find if you need me because I’m usually in the lab. Speaking of, do you need me today, Tony?”

“No, we’re fine.”

“Cool. Cuz I gotta make a new leg.”

“Aw,” Bucky’s voice pouted from behind you, “and I was starting to like carrying you around.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “You could’ve woken me up,” he murmured.

“Um… what is this?” Tony asked, waving a finger between you and Bucky.

“None of your concern,” you replied bluntly.

“Bullshit it’s not. Hanging out with him is one thing, Y/N. But whatever that is, shut it down, and shut it down now.”

“I’m going to say this as respectfully as possible 1.) because we’re family and 2.) because I don’t want my morning to become more of a spectacle than it already has been. But you don’t get a say in how I live my life. You had your chance to be involved after Mom and Dad died, and you ran away from that chance. And I try really hard not to hold a grudge against you for that. And I appreciate everything you’ve done for me since our accident. But I’m a grown ass man, Tony. Who I chose to involve myself with is none of your concern.”

“Oh, so you’re fine with your new boyfriend being a mass murderer?”

You laughed. You laughed so hard you doubled over in your chair, your sides aching and tears forming in your eyes. “That’s the best fuckin’ joke I’ve ever heard!” you kept howling with laughter. “Mass murderer boyfriend, do you hear this shit? Cuz the rest of us in this room are so innocent, right? Cuz our hands aren’t covered in the blood of someone else? Oh, God! Yeah, you’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that, Tony.” You snorted. “Mass murderer. Yep. That’s a good one.”

Your brother’s eyes flashed darkly. “So, you’re aware that part of his mass murder history includes our parents? Or did Sergeant Barnes conveniently leave that out?”

You stopped laughing as you glanced upwards at Bucky. His hands were gripped tightly on the back of your chair, the knuckles on his right hand white from the force of the grip. His body was rigid, eyes screwed shut. “What?” you croaked out in a barely audible whisper.

“Yeah. The reason you got robbed of a childhood with Mom?” Tony clicked his tongue, pointing at Bucky. “Right there.”

You continued to look up at Bucky who stayed in his frozen state. “Tell me he’s lying,” you pleaded quietly. When Bucky still didn’t move, you shoved a hand into his chest. “Tell me he’s lying, Bucky!”

Slowly Bucky opened his eyes, his face, his gorgeous face, a painting of pain and sorrow. “I’m sorry…”

You hated this. You hated Tony for blowing up your life a second time. You hated Bucky for not telling you this himself. And you hated yourself for daring to believe that for once you could be happy. But you’d be damned if you’d let them see you break. You took a slow breath, sealing yourself off, the walls building around you. “I have work to do,” you said, starting to push away in your chair, but Bucky’s grip still held you in place.

“Y/N,” he said in a cracked voice. “Y/N, please.”

“You have exactly five seconds to let go of my chair, Sergeant Barnes, before I break your hands. One,”

“Y/N.”

“Two.”

“Please, let me explain.”

“Three. I swear I’ll break those hands. Metal or not.”

“Love, please don’t do this…”

“Four,” you continued to count, feeling your voice start to shake at the way he called you “love.”

He let go, and you pushed yourself quickly out of the room, not daring to look back.

~~~

In the lab, you tried to distract your brain, but it still raced. There were so many swirling parts, and you were so angry that you couldn’t pinpoint what was actually making you angry.

Footsteps and a throat clearing had you snapping up your head, body tense, not ready to face either Bucky or Tony. So when you saw it was Steve, your defenses fell. “Hey, Steve,” you greeted half-heartedly.

“Hey. How you feeling?” he asked, testing the waters as he slowly made his way to you.

“I’m not gonna bite your head off if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Don’t think I could blame you if you did. What happened back there was… intense. Tony was out of line.”

“When isn’t Tony out of line?”

“Fair point. But hey, I’m here if you want someone to scream at. Someone to help answer any of the thousand of questions running through your head.”

“I don’t want to scream at anyone. Kill Tony, maybe. But I’m kinda used to that feeling. I just… Fuck, I dunno, Steve. I don’t know what to be mad at, or about. I just know that I’m mad. Hurt. I’m hurt.”

“So start at the beginning. Work through it.”

“It’s true, right? What Tony said about Bucky?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“How long did everyone know?”

“It came out when we brought Bucky in. So a few months now. Obviously Bucky knew longer.”

“Obviously,” you snorted, then sighed. “Well, that explains Tony’s feelings towards Bucky.”

“But it’s still not an excuse for how it came out. There was a way to handle that situation and that wasn’t it. So if you want to be angry with Tony for that, you’re well within your right.”

“Oh, I’m livid. Like don’t trust myself alone in a room with him, livid. And I hate the position it puts me in. Being mad at him for telling me the truth. Sounding like an ungrateful, spoiled brat.”

“You can appreciate what Tony’s done for you while hating the circumstances that led to it. It doesn’t have to be black and white.”

“I deal in absolutes, Steve. It’s what makes the most sense to me. Facts. Fact: my parents died. Fact: Bucky caused their accident. Fact: their death shaped the way I lived my life, and the way Tony lived his. Fact: Tony’s actions ruined my life, not once, but twice now.”

“And where does that leave you with Bucky?”

You sighed. “That’s where things get convoluted. Fact: he was brainwashed as the Winter Soldier. So I can’t hold that against him. And I don’t. Me knowing Bucky caused their accident doesn’t make them less dead. So as stupid as it seems, I’m not mad about that. I’m mad he didn’t tell me himself. But even then? Part of me can still understand why he didn’t. I mean, there were things about my past I kept from him. And at what point do you drop a bomb like that?”

“So where does all of that leave you?”

“I don’t know. That’s the problem. Part of me wants to clock Tony for running his mouth. Part of me is screaming that this is exactly why I don’t let people in. And part of me is still stupidly head over heels in love with Bucky, even though I feel like my trust in him got betrayed.”

“In love with him? Does Bucky know?”

You shook your head. “We barely started dating. And I mean barely. Like it happened last night barely.”

“And now it’s already potentially over.”

“Yup…”

“Well. And you can do whatever you want with this advice. But, it sounds like the real issue is with Tony, not Bucky. So try not to confuse the two.”

“But how do I trust him, Steve? I laid everything out on the line, and he couldn’t do the same for me.”

“Sounds like you trust him just fine if you’re able to do all that. So is your real hurt, with Bucky at least, in the fact that you feel he doesn’t trust you back? I mean, and correct me if I’m wrong, but this is just my observations. You don’t let that vulnerable side of you show often, if ever. I mean, everyone back there expected you to rip Tony’s head from his shoulders and you barely raised your voice. You have a very tight control on your feelings. You have a very tight control on what you let others around you in on. So if you allowed yourself to be vulnerable to Bucky, I can understand how that powershift makes you feel out of control. I can see how any indication of him not trusting you back is a huge act of betrayal in your mind. It’s like you loaded the gun, and handed it to him yourself.”

“Have I ever told you how much you scare me with how observant you are?”

Steve chuckled. “I knew Bucky a long time before he was the Winter Soldier. He’s not gonna be the guy to let you down. But me telling you that, and you believing it are two totally different things.”

“So what do I do, Steve?”

“You gotta figure that out for yourself. But talking might be a good place to start.”

“Thanks. Seriously. This helped me a lot.”

“Anytime, Y/N.”

~~~

Your next visitor was Tony. “So…” he started, peering over your shoulder at the leg you were halfway finished with. “Break up with him yet?”

“So… find a new way to blow up my life yet?” you fired back.

His jaw clenched. “Blew up your life by telling you the truth?”

“Blew up my life by fucking ruining everything, actually. I was happy, Tony. Actually fucking happy. And you let me have that for all of what? 30 seconds?”

“So you’d rather your happiness be fake? Be a lie then?”

“It wasn’t fake, that’s the thing! Look, I get that you hate him. I get that you and Steve were at odds with each other because of Bucky. And I get that hearing the news that he’s the reason for our parents’ death doesn’t make you exactly keen on being his friend, or having him around here. But, God, Tony! There were a million different ways you, or Bucky could have clued me in on things. And of course, you went with the one that would hurt him the most, not even hesitating long enough to think about how it would hurt me in the process. I knew you were a spiteful bastard, but this is a new low, even for you. Whatever happened to ‘it’s not my business to tell’?”

“That’s why I’m here to apologize.”

“That was an apology?”

“It would be if you let me get there.”

“Well, go on then.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I let my issues with Dad get in the way of me being there for you after they died. Not that at the age I was in any way ready or capable of taking on the responsibility of looking after a kid. And I’m sorry that it led you down a path of eventually getting caught in the crossfire of my mistakes with the company. And I’m sorry for how I handled the news of you and Barnes and the subsequent fallout.”

“Wow,” was all you could come up with to say. Tony wasn’t exactly the apologetic or remorseful type. He was the “throw money at the situation in hopes it went away” type, a classic Howard Stark trait Tony had been unfortunate enough to inherit, alongside the arrogance. And yet, here he was, apologizing to you for everything. And all you could say was, “Wow.”

“Yeah, great talk. If you connect those two wires, you should be good,” he said, nodding his chin at your leg.

You looked at it, “Oh. Thanks.”

“Yep.”

“I mean it,” you said as he started to walk out. “The apology? Thanks.”

“Yeah, if we could not mention it, that’d be great.”

You let out a small laugh. “Works for me.”

~~~

Your final visitor was Bucky. “Been wondering when you’d show,” you said, as you walked around the lab, testing the newest prosthetic.

“Yeah, I, uh… would’ve been by sooner but I got caught up in a few things.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, I might have gone off on Tony after you left. And then Steve might have banned me from seeing you until I calmed down. And by the time I did that, he had already talked to you, and Tony was in here. So I talked to Steve. And… yeah.”

“You mean I missed out on another fight between you and Tony? Damn.”

“Heh, yeah… And look, I’m not here to act like an apology is going to magically make this all okay-”

“Good,” you cut him off. 

He sighed. “But I am sorry.”

“I don’t want your apology. I don’t need it.”

“Then… Could you yell at me, or something? This eerily calm thing is really freaking me out. Yell at me, Y/N. Tell me you hate me. Tell me I’m the reason you’re broken. Something. Anything.”

You paused in your small laps around the lab, looking at him in confusion. “Why would I do that? I’m not the starry-eyed prince who cries when his knight in shining armor isn’t real.”

“I- What?”

You winced at your words. “Bad analogy. I meant that I’m not the type who’s going to cry and scream every time my feelings get hurt. So if you’re waiting for that to happen, it’s not going to.”

“Y/N, please… I don’t know what to do here. I want to make this right. Tell me how.”

“There’s nothing to make right. I’m not mad at you, Bucky.”

“You’re not?”

“No! You were fucking mind-controlled for half of a god damn century. And Howard wasn’t exactly winning Dad of the Year Awards. Fuck, I can’t even find it in myself to be mad that you didn’t tell me. I’m hurt, Bucky, but I’m not mad.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you, that’s the thing. And I know. I know I had so many chances to tell you, and I didn’t. But how do you tell someone that without hurting them?”

“God damn it!” you snapped, your temper flashing before you could reel it back in. “That’s not why I’m hurt, Bucky. I’m hurt that I trust you, and you feel that you can’t trust me back. I’ve trusted you with parts of me I don't let anyone even get near. Hell, I’ve known the original crew of Avengers for five years, and today’s the first time they figured out I’m an amputee. That’s how hard it is for me to let my walls down. And I let you break them like they were nothing. And as great as it is to feel chosen for once, I cannot fuckin’ stand that it’s one-sided. Trust me back, Bucky. Let me choose you back!”

He took a step towards you. “Love, I-”

There it was again. “Love.” God, did he know what he was doing to you when he called you that? “Can’t do it? Think you’re too broken, and you’re gonna scare me off?” you asked.

“No, that’s not what I was going to say.”

“Then what were you going to say?”

“I...don’t know actually.” He took a few more steps until he was mere inches from you.

“Well, you know where to find me when you figure it out.”

You turned to leave, but his hand wrapped around your wrist, twisting you back around the strength and suddenness of the movement causing a splintering sound in your newest prosthetic while you collided into his chest, both of your eyes wide. “Shit!” Bucky swore. “Okay, that was not supposed to happen.”

“Bucky…” you growled, both in agitation that your new leg was already broken, and in slight desperation of if he didn’t hold you steady soon, you were going to face-plant into the floor.

Thankfully, he understood the hint, and more. His arms snaked around you, holding you upright while his head tilted down, his lips crushing into yours. “Please choose me back?” he whispered desperately against your mouth.

“Not choosing you back was never an option, Bucky,” you assured, your arms wrapping around his neck and deepening the kiss.

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Heyy so, um.. could i request a Daddy au! Headcanons for Eren Yeager w him havin a bby girl just like the one u did for Jean, please?? Those are VERY good

Comin right up! I got so many requests for this one and here it is! :D

Also Thank you so much Anon!!!

Daddy au - Eren Yeager

Fandom: Attack on Titan Warnings: Fluff, Modern au, Mentions of pregnancy

Enjoy ~

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“Dad? Baby?... How? When?”

Eren.exe has stopped working

Now look he’s not mad… He is … well he doesn’t know who to feel tbh

I mean he can barely take care of himself. How is he gonna manage a baby?

But he knows there's no going back and he sure as hell isn’t gonna leave you over it

“Just tell me what I need to do!”

He may be a pain in the ass sometimes but he really does try

Better with actions than anything else

Honestly it kinda bugged him out for a bit to think there was a person inside you - he knows what pregnancy is, just it happening to you is a bit  0_o ?!?

Goes to your appointments and thinks it pretty cool and crazy how the baby changes between each ultrasound

Definitely would take an ultrasound pic to work/ send one to a group chat to show them off

“Look at them! They are the size of an apple now!”

“My kid can land some killer kicks so you better watch out.”

When he says “tell him what he needs to do” he means it cuz babe is a bit clueless

He might buy out the whole store if you don’t give him a list of what you want/need

“I couldn’t remember which ones you liked so I got one of each to be safe.”

Not that he would say it outloud but he’s a bit… reserved about touching you too much, specifically your belly

He does when you place his hands on you but he’s a little worried about hurting you or the baby

Doesn’t want to fuck the kid up before they’re even born ya know?!

“You know you can press a bit Hard, Er. You wont hurt them.” *scoffs* “Of course they won't get hurt, they're my kid after all.”

Loves when he can feel them move,  so if you ever  feel a kick he will leap over furniture to get to you

A bit bummed when he doesn’t catch it in time, just kiss him and reassure  him that it’s his kid after all and there is sure to me more kicking

When you told him to fetch your small suitcase for your hospital bag he was a little confused

“Why are you packing? You can’t leave like that.”

Babe thought you were going on a trip smh

So just tell him it’s for when its baby dropping day and to grab it before you leave

Speaking of which that was a… time

“The Titan is breaking through the walls today!” I'm sorry, I’ll go, that was so bad! Smh

“Calm down? I am calm! Now get your ass in the car!”

He wasn’t calm

All the stress was building and this was the breaking point

Wheeled you into the hospital and almost startled  the nurse at the receptions desk

“My kid is about to come out, can you help?!”

Once in your room just slap him or pull him by the ear to listen when you say to relax a little

After the initial adrenaline rush of getting out and to the hospital he relaxed and held your hand

He’s not the best coach, he got a little lost in the classes, but he loves you and he’ll cheer you on

“You got this, Babe!”

“Break my hand if you have to to get them out!”

Truly is in awe at how strong you are

Looked down when the doctor said you were crowning that may have been a mistake, boy almost passed out

Like don’t get him wrong what you’re doing is amazing but that was some of the craziest shit he’s ever seen happen

You and Eren had a Baby Girl!

“Now I have two girls to look after.”

“Are they always born with this much hair?”

Was too afraid to hold her so he just watched as you did and watched the nurses like a hawk when they were doing there checks on her

His cool exterior melted when he gave her his finger to hold, her little chubby fingers so tiny it seemed fake

“You’re so little. It was you throwin all those heavy kicks in there?”

He felt kinda awkward when it was just him and her after you fell asleep

You really are the person he depends on and will going forward with all this

“Hey, try not to judge me, this is my first time.”

“I may not know what I’m doing all the time but you will always have your kick ass dad to protect you.”

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I did the thing!

Again I had fun writing this, I’m a bit iffy about whether I got he character right or not 😅

If you enjoyed that and want more let me know.

💛 ~

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{Unofficial Game} [Alpha Ushijima Wakatoshi x Omega reader] (2)

PART TWO SINCE IT WAS SO HIGHLY REQUESTED! Seriously thank yall so much i really enjoyed writing this! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

PT1: https://haikyuuu-r-us.tumblr.com/post/625077449031548928/erm-okay-so-i-dont-usually-do-asks-fr-like-that

don’t look too closely or you’ll see spots where my adhd brain went apeshit and went off-topic lol

Tag list: @sawamooora​

IDK if this is the last part so let me know if you wanna  be on the tag list if i add more. It’ll probably be a bunch of cute oneshots after awhile but under the same name.

OKAY SO I GOT A liiiittle carried away (ง ื▿ ื)ว :☆*:･

enjoy!

Ushijima Wakatoshi was a very intimidating alpha.

He wasn't the type to purposefully threaten people, though sometimes, particularly when he felt as though other alphas had ill-will towards him, he'd stand taller, breathe slower, and leave his inner alpha to do the rest. 

He had no need to be overly aggressive. He knew his place and believed others should know theirs and stick to it. 

Unfortunately, many didn't. Most omegas now were snappy and rude. They believed that they didn't need an alpha, or at the very least didn't want one. Many others would use their omega charms to manipulate an alpha to do what they desired. Very few omegas, like you, are content with the role you presented, and you seemed perfectly fine listening and obeying the alphas around you. 

This was where his irritation stemmed from. You were all too willing to keel over for any alpha should they ask something of you. Tendou was a good example of this. He deemed you his girl best friend, and both of you often did things for the other. However, Tendou was an alpha, and sometimes he'd unknowingly put you into an "uncomfortable spot" so to speak. 

Of course, you would continue on with what he asked of you, even though the first year alphas seemed to leer at you, even though the coach wasn't too happy about your presence during practice, and even though you knew you weren't entirely welcome. Because he was an alpha, and he was above you in the hierarchy. 

It wasn't only Tendou though. He supposed that at least then it wouldn’t be as bad and he most certainly didn't mind your presence, his alpha just wanted to pin you down somewhere and demand you bare your throat to him. He rather enjoyed having your eyes on them while they practiced. He wasn't one to flaunt, he knew he was the strongest on the team. 

Everyone knew he was the strongest.

Sometimes though, when he'd slam the volleyball down particularly hard, or when they played against one another, he'd feel an unstoppable desire to unleash all his strength. He knew you were there. He could feel your eyes on him. He didn't need to look at you to get the message across, it was in the air, he knew that you realized what he was doing, after all, you should.

I’m the strongest.

He knew because occasionally, he'd hear a soft shaky inhale. Even if he was in the middle of a spike, he could sense your attention when it shifted onto him and he'd take full advantage of that moment to use his full strength to complete what he was doing, even if it was completely unnecessary. The first year didn't stand a chance, the blonde one that refused to leave you alone after practice. He didn't like his playstyle or his scent. 

The blonde tripped over his own feet and ended up landing on his side. For a moment he stayed there but when he started to shift to get up, a growl froze him in his place. On the other side of the net, knees slowly lifting himself up, Wakatoshi Ushijima stood at full height. 

He was terrifying. 

His upper lip twitched and the dark shadow that had covered his eyes left when he shifted his head to stare down the arrogant first year. The pup had asked for the one on one, and though at first, he told the brat 'no', he kept insisting until Ushijima finally agreed. 

There was no reason for the first year to be treated as though he was a serious opponent. There was no reason to play so roughly and with so much strength. There was no reason to snarl at the younger alpha male when he tried to get up, and there was certainly no reason for Ushijima to pin the boy down with a purposefully intimidating stare. 

He heard Semi and Goshiki calling at him and asking what the hell was going on, but he didn't break the glare. Defiantly, the younger alpha stood, and even managed to scrape together enough confidence to smirk at the much more superior alpha in front of him. 

Just a pup. Didn't know his place in the pack yet. 

They weren't really a pack. Sure, they had a leading alpha and other alphas and betas. However, a pack wasn't truly a pack without an omega. 

This alpha, however... He was challenging Wakatoshi, not only in front of the team but in front of you. Ushijima felt his inner alpha rattling the bars that kept him restrained. He didn't need to prove himself to this pup. In fact, the pup wasn't the one he desired to prove himself to at all. 

The alpha pup grunted and winced when he tried to grab the volleyball that was gradually rolling his way. "Shit." The blonde clutched at his side as the others made their way onto the court. 

"You okay man?" 

"Shit dude, you hit the ground pretty hard there."

"Stretch your arms above your head, does it hurt?"

Tendou rested a hand on Ushiwaka's shoulder, his appearance amused. Ushijima only watched the blonde as he exaggerated his injury. 

"You went too hard on him Ushijima-san. He's a pup, you don't need to prove yourself to keep your rank." Semi sighed out and his eyes moved to the captain, eyeing his expressions and odd behavior. 

"Liiiiiisten, listen to me Ushiwaka-kun." Tendou commenced with a serious look. "I wanna kick his ass as much as you do, but getting violent with pups prooooobably is not the best way to get Omega-chan's attention." He whispered the last part with a mischievous grin and pointed towards you whilst wagging his finger. 

Turning his head he met Tendou's gaze with a glare that told the other alpha that it probably wasn't the best idea to bring you into this. "He challenged me." Semi sighed and stood on the other side of their captain. "That may be true, but there's no need to accept it. He's a cocky first year, he'll learn his place eventually- Ah, Captain?" Semi's brow quirked upwards when a menacing aura developed around their leader. 

His eyes were bearing holes into the alpha pup who sat beside you on the bench. The pup was too close. He was trying to get your attention but your eyes were glued to your sketchbook, only glancing up when he snatched it away from you. His ears picked up the alpha tone in his voice, something completely unnecessary for just asking you to grab some water for him. 

Ushijima's eyes narrowed as you shifted away from the overconfident pup to grab a bottle from the cooler to hand over to him. His fingers curled into a tight fist when the pup pressed a finger onto your cheek and muttered something that turned your cheeks bright red. You glanced around nervously, clearly flustered and looking for a distraction, only for your gaze to land on him. Immediately your expression flushed further, however you gave him a shaky embarrassed grin and a small wave to accompany it. 

Semis eyes shifted from the scene on the bench over to his captain. Typically Ushijima would've been entirely unaware of that sort of thing. He could be rather dense with social cues, but the fact he recognized that you were bothered and uncomfortable spoke volumes. How long had he been guarding you like that? Semi could only wonder. 

"Tch." His alpha was only seeing the way that damn pup dragged your attention away from him. Pouting and asking what you were working on that was oh so important. Your scent was shifting, you were nervous. 

Ushijima didn't get into fights. Not even when outrightly challenged. He'd never really had the desire to. 

However. 

Recently his alpha was calling more shots than he was. Taking initiative and becoming snappy. He felt off and though he knew why he couldn't quite fix it yet.  Soon he would, but he wanted to focus on the upcoming practice match with Seirin, an upstart volleyball team that shot through the ranks out of nowhere. He needed to get that match through first. He couldn't afford any distractions. 

He usually was cool-headed when it came to other things. He knew exactly what he was doing. There was no need to constantly prove that he was the strongest. 

No. Omega isn't happy. Need to defend. Need to FIGHT. 

A low rumble tore through his throat.

He didn't have time to torment someone - he needed to train. He shouldn't need to protect his own omega from his pack. 

She's mine. Go away. Stupid pup. 

"Yo, Ushiwaka-" Tendou began. 

"What." He grunted, refusing to look away, keeping an eye on the handsy alpha male. 

"How close are you to your ruuuuut? Cuz you look like you're about to skin the pup ALIIIIVEE!" Tendou ended the question in a giggle when Ushiwaka's glare increased on the alpha. 

Rut. That's it. That's why he'd been so touchy about the other alphas being near you. 

His gaze flipped over to you, and how you were looking more and more uncomfortable with the entire situation. The alpha’s hand relaxed on your thigh while he bent over your shoulder to watch you draw. He examined your uncomfortable expression and the way you attempted to subtly shift away. 

Stop touching her. 

He finally spun away, death gripping the volleyball Tendou hurled to him. Despite the alpha’s efforts at distraction, he still smelt your high-strung and apprehensiveness. He could tell him to leave you alone,  but he didn't want to embarrass you. He had shooed that particular alpha away from you before once, and when the others stared your eyes watered, and Tendou was the one who guided you away.

Tendou later explained in their dorm room that you preferred to deal with your problems out of the public eye. He still didn't fully understand, but he most certainly didn't want to hurt you further, his alpha knew that much. 

The match was tonight. He could release his frustrations then.

That was his plan. Bottle, unleash.

It was supposed to be, at least, until he heard a distinctive whine and the sound of your sketchbook and pencil cracking against the polished floors. His head then turned towards you, and there was no way in hell, that pup would have survived had he not had absolute control over his inner alpha, as well as Tendou resting a hand on his shoulder; not holding him back necessarily, just… confirming.

The blonde must've discerned your plan to dart away from him, and when he had moved behind you to watch you draw, he'd taken advantage of the position and now had both hands on you. One on each thigh, squeezing hard. They dug into your leggings and he could see the soft fat of your thighs give way under his firm grasp. His face was inches away from your neck, and he leaned in to whisper something in your ear. You tried to wriggle away, with a whimper and a shake of your head. Ushijima couldn't hear what he said next but your response was what caused both of his team-mates to let him help you. 

Your gaze locked onto his own and your eyes, wide and far past uncomfortable, were brimming with tears. 

Annihilate him. 

He took measured steps, holding your gaze the entire time. Ignoring the warning growl of the Alpha behind you. Slowly, so as to not cause a larger scene for your sake, he kneeled in front of you, reached forward, and seized hold of both of the male’s hands. Forcefully he removed them from your thighs, and without relinquishing his hold, he maneuvered around the bench and closer to the struggling pup. He lifted him up by his wrists and simply let him dangle there for a few moments. 

With every second the smaller alpha began to shake and eventually try to apologize. With every word, he tightened his hold. 

"He's not the one you should be apologizing to." 

Tendou. It didn't sound like he was very happy. His alpha tone and scent were intense, causing you and even a few of the other first-years to tense. 

"Shit-ow! Shi- I'm sorry! ACH IM SORRY OKAY!"

Tendou’s eyes narrowed before his demeanor radically changed and he beamed ear to ear. "Okie Dokie then!"

"You should let him go now, captain. I believe he's learned his place." Semi observed. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi saw no need to romance an omega. If she was his he'd protect her, and she would learn she was his. There was no need for elaborate gifts and dramatic proclamations of love. However, he wasn't the type to seek out trouble to prove his strength. He wasn't the type to 'hit first and hit hard'.  

He was an Alpha that simply knew his role in the pack. 

Out. He's out. Not part of my pack. Out. Get out. 

He could crack the pup’s wrists to prevent him from competing in volleyball again, and the thought remained too long to completely sweep aside. Outside of school, the move the pup pulled would have gotten him killed. Snapping his wrists would be compassionate. 

Instead, he dropped the child to the ground. Clenching his hand instead of kicking him in the stomach. 

"Go to Coach Washijō and tell him you're quitting." Your eyes widened at the demand, and the pup didn't waste a moment before lurching to the exit and using the door frame as a support to push him on his way. Scowls were thrown at him by both first and second years as he hurried out the door. 

Tendou rested a hand on your head and ruffled your hair in a comforting manner. "You okay? Lil marshmallooooow??" Completely humiliated you smacked his hands away and stood. "Yeah- I'm just- ...going to go to my dorm, I-I shouldn't come anymore anyway..." 

"Wha- No!!"

You pressed your lips together tightly. You felt disgusting and the desire to rub your hands where the other males had been was strong. Handsy alphas were something you still weren't quite used to. You were good at hiding yourself away in nooks and crannies so people wouldn't bother you, so this was pretty upsetting. 

A deep voice broke the silence. 

"I'll walk you back." That wasn't a suggestion. He was still using his alpha tone - causing your inner omega to whine softly in fear of disobeying. He either didn't notice or he ignored it. 

You quickly gathered your things and promised Tendou that, yes, you pinky swore you'd see his match later. While he latched onto your back and sent joke after joke your way while begging you to stay, causing Semi to try and pry him off of you, Ushijima-senpai held the door open for the two of you to leave. Tendou called something out but you couldn't quite make out what he said. Whatever it was caused Ushijima-senpai to sigh. 

"You didn't have to-" 

He silenced you with a sharp look, forcing your omega to look away. 

His scent. Strong. Protective. Feel safe. 

That was true to an extent, you supposed. He wasn't ever purposefully mean to you. Sometimes things he said rubbed you the wrong way, but Tendou told you he was just blunt and really dense sometimes. 

He stopped abruptly, causing you to collide with his back. Despite only being so close for a split second, you jumped away immediately, and your omega keened at the contact.

Warm. Muscular. Smells so good.

Warm. Soft. She smells good.

He motioned at the fork in the path, causing you to stutter out the directions.

"Omegas are weak and need to lean onto alphas in order to succeed." His words caught you off guard. 

"Uhm, I'm sorry, I... don't understand."

He glanced down at you for a moment. 

"You don’t ask for help. That’s what omegas need to do." You barely managed to keep yourself from flinching. Your dorm was close. You could run inside and avoid the lecture you were certain was coming. You felt your omega whimper. You hated it when you were reprimanded.

"I had it handled." You tried to sound brave and confident despite knowing it was a complete lie. You had panicked and were completely lost on how to stop the alpha.

Your words caused his brows to furrow. 

"Omegas should not handle that situation." 

Irritation pooled in your stomach and the words flew out of your mouth before you could think. "I know you just as well as I know him. If anything 'Tori-kun should have stepped in. I- you shouldn't just-" your words faltered when his scent grew intense, omega instincts screaming at you to stop. It wasn't like you to speak out of turn. Maybe it was the way he spoke as though omegas had a checklist of ways to deal with situations. 

"Omegas are supposed to listen to alph-" 

"Isn't that what I was doing!?" Irritation caused you to snap, and the two of you finally reached the side of your dorm building. Angry and already upset from earlier, you attempted to leave but immediately upon realizing your intent, his body had you pinned to the wall of your dormitory.

"Omegas respect alphas." He continued darkly, and shock kept you from moving. 

"Alphas are supposed to treat omegas with respect and care for them. That is their job. When an alpha tries to take advantage of your own submissive nature you are to call for me. Do you understand?" That last part didn’t sound like a question, and despite the fact he was keeping you cornered, your primal urges that keened at the display of dominance. 

Yes. Alpha. Please. More. Put me in my place.

You face flushed at the chants from your omega and bit your lip while you attempted to level out your breathing.

Alpha. So close. 

"From now on," he started softly, a correction on his end for sounding so harsh. 

"You will be my omega. You will come for the official and unofficial games."

You had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from 'yes sir'ing him. 

"Oh,"

'I need to say something- what do I say?' 

You couldn't just say 'yes sir' or anything! What-was this how all alphas asked someone out? You lifted your gaze at an attempt to figure out what to say. Your omega was practically bouncing in joy at the proposition, and you shivered when another wave of his scent rolled over you. 

"Uhm," you shifted, finally realizing how little space was between the two of you. 'Shit why is he so close!?'

Yes. He'll protect. He'll do nicely. Perfect alpha. 

Your omega was cheering in excitement while you were still struggling to process exactly what was going on. Your fingers found the edge of your jacket and fidgeted with the hem. 

"Y-yes, alpha. "

'SHITSHITSHIT- no! That's so dumb why did I say that! I could've said ANYTHING ELSE WHY THAT?!?'

A low, deep purr of approval rolled out from his chest, pleased with your acceptance and submission. His hand shifted lower, as though he wanted to do something, but he seemed to change his mind at the last moment, instead, pulling away from you with a firm nod. 

Your head was still lowered slightly in submission to the high ranking alpha that stood before you. He watched you for a moment, his gaze memorizing your nervous and confused, but still sweet and accepting scent. 

"Good girl." He praised darkly before completely breaking away, allowing you the chance to head back to your dorm. His alpha snarled at him to pin you down and claim you where you stood, however, you were right. You didn't know him any better than the pup. Despite his oncoming rut, he bit his alpha back and watched you scamper back into your dorm building as though your life was in jeopardy should you not. 

He turned slowly, glaring at the alpha pup who was watching from around the corner of the dorm building in anger. He didn't dare approach Wakatoshi again, the pup may have been stupid but at the very least he had a sense of self-preservation.

"Did you talk to Coach Washijō?" 

The pup’s hands fisted and the muscles in his jaws ticked. "Yes." He was forced to stare at the ground, knowing that should he stare the dominant alpha in the eyes it would be taken as a threat. 

"Good. I do not wish to see you near her again. Understood?"

The alpha growled but nodded, shifting uncomfortably under Ushijima’s intense gaze. After debating with his alpha, he eventually managed to glare at the stronger alpha, irritation seeping through his pores. 

"You are neither allowed near any of the matches nor the building itself." 

"Y-yes." The blonde managed to choke out through his anger. 

"Good." As Ushijima turned away, he knew what the younger alphas intentions were, as pathetic as it seemed, his revenge was obvious. His scent gave him away and despite his alphas desire to chase after his omega, he knew he'd need to take care of the threat and return to practice. 

The moment the alpha lunged forward to attack him, Ushijima turned sharply, grabbing his wrist and snapping it with ease. He couldn't ignore his inner alpha’s delight in the act. 

The other alpha, although in major pain, refused to scream, and Ushijima, still patient, tightened his grasp on the younger alphas wrist. 

"You are a fool," Ushijima growled, feeling his patience beginning to wear thin at the other alphas’ snarls of anger. 

"What was your plan exactly?" He wasn't mocking the Alpha, instead, he found himself asking from disbelief in the outright stupidity of the Alpha below him. He'd already lost more than once. First, the game, then, Ushijima's omega, now this. Baseless confidence. 

He found his irritation rising and thought to snap the other wrist, but he suppressed his alpha who begrudgingly agreed. He'd lost thrice. It'd take a total moron to try again. After these acts of foolishness, Ushijima had no doubt the pup would be kicked from the school premises. They had no time for troublemakers after all. 

He released the boy and stood, not even bothering to check over his shoulder this time. Should the bastard dare oppose him once more, a death sentence would be merciful.

He eyed the entrance of the dorm as walked back to the gym, ensuring the front of the building was indeed secure before continuing on his path. He was unaffected by the bright sun and his alpha preened at thought of her watching him decimate the opposing team.

She would be there, her omega would dictate so. Even if it didn't, he'd seen it in her eyes. The way they flicked off his form to the ground, and back to the way his arms caged her in. The way her scent had shifted to a more tangy palette in shock. The way she shifted and fiddled with the hem of her jacket. She was nervous and her scent had shifted to support that. He found himself pleased that her scent portrayed her emotions so readily. It meant that he didn't need to ask or interrogate her of her thoughts. He had noticed the way she bit her lip after he'd commanded her attendance to his games, and how she breathed in his scent as though attempting to calm herself. 

Sweet girl. She's mine. 

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, purposefully recalling the words that nearly dragged his alpha out into the open. 

"Y-yes, alpha."

Good omega, so small and sweet-tempered.

He'd see to it that no one, not even Tendou, would lay a finger on her. After-all he still needed to ensure she only depended on him. No other person gets to touch her. 

His alpha was more than pleased with the thought. 

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuuxreader #haikyuu omegaverse #haikyuu wakatoshi #Ushijima Wakatoshi #wakatoshi x reader #ushiwaka #alphawakatoshi #Alpha/beta/omega dynamics #omegaverse #omega reader #alphawakatoshixomegareader #alpha wakatoshi x omega reader #alpha ushijima #haikyuu!!omegaverse #dom/sub #alpha/omega #alpha/beta/omega dynamics x reader #/omegareader #alphatendou #alphasemi #possessive themes #imeanitisomegaverse

[cringesideblog]

here’s my dnf playlist and a complete song by song track-list and why I put them on it.

heatwaves- on here for very obvious reasons. i don’t think I need to explain. but here are some lyrics anyway. “Sometimes all I think about is you, late nights in the middle of June.”

Jenny- again this is kinda obvious. “I wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead, I don’t know how to say this, cuz you’re really my dearest friend.”

TALK ME DOWN- this one just has the best friends pining for eachother vibe. “I wanna sleep next to you, and that’s all I wanna do right now.”

Dark paradise- kinda has dream smp vibes. but also you could argue heatwaves vibes. “Everytime I close my eyes, it’s like a dark paradise.” “There’s no relief, I see you in my sleep.” “There’s no release, I feel you in my dreams.”

Sweater weather- yeah you know why. you absolutely know why. “All I am is a man, I want the world in my hands. I hate the beach but I stand, in California with my toes in the sand.”

Drop the Guillotine- idk man just vibey. give it a listen you’ll get it. it’ll click. “You sure know how to drop that guillotine on me, though you would never wanna see me bleed.”

Can I call you tonight?- thats on their only for of communication being through the phone huh. (major heatwaves vibe) “powers out and I can’t turn the fan on, so can I call you tonight? trying make up my mind, just how I feel.”-“I hear your voice on the phone, now I’m no longer alone.”

Lemon boy- oh my god this song. geogre do be seeing dream as his lemon boy. “I helped him plant his seeds and we’d mow the lawn in bad weather.”

Yellow- DREAM IS LITERALLY GEORGES YELLOW SHUT UP RIGHT NOW. “Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.” “For you I’d bleed myself dry.”

Like you do- first of all I love this song, second, this has dream being a little too attached vibes. The whole song is just them. “Lost in the blue, they don’t love me like you do, those chills that I knew they were nothing without you, and everyone else they don’t matter now. You’re the one I can’t lose, no one loves me like you do.” “Since I met you, all the gloomy days just seem to shine a little more brightly.”

I saw you in a dream- mega heatwaves vibe. “When I’m awake I can’t switch off,” “I saw you in a dream, you came to me. You were the sweetest apparition, such a pretty vision.”

Maybe you’re the reason- did someone say pining best friend who doesn’t know that they’re in love ? this song. this song right here. “I keep looking for something, even though I know that it’s not there. Maybe you’re the reason. And anytime I try to figure it out, you’re the only thing I can think about.”

The king- DREAM SMP VIBE. “You like me, well obviously, so why you tryna leave when you know that I’m the king?” “Other lovers give you no luck, cuz I’m the only one who’s made you fall in love.” “Playing with your heart cuz you gave me the throne.”

Sweet- an adorable song truly that actually fits them so well. “Watching the, video that you sent me- you know that I’m obsessed with your body, but it’s the way you smile that does it for me.” “It’s so sweet, knowing that you love me.”

Apocalypse- um okay here me out, apocalypse au?? yeah i know it’s cute as shit you’re welcome. “Your lips my lips, apocalypse.” “When you’re all alone, I will reach for you, when you’re feeling low, I will be there too.”

Fear of the Water- don’t come for me this ones kinda sad, beautiful song though. “If this was meant for me why does it hurt so much, and if you’re not made for me why did we fall in love?”

Dreaming of you- two words, heat. waves. but also yeah good song for them in general. “Want you all the time, and now I’m dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of you.”

Wires- uhhhhh dream smp vibe, dream villain arc n all . “If he said help me kill the president, id say he needs medicine.” “He said that I should take it in, listen to every word he’s speaking.”

Midnight love- it’s girl in love so, you already know how it issss. “I know I don’t want to, be the one that you run to, when you’ve got nowhere else to go, when you need some love.” “I always give in to give you it all.” “I can’t be your midnight love, when your silver is my gold.”

The beach- SUCH A HEATWAVES SONG JUST LISTEN. “I feel it burning me, I feel it burning you.” “I think I can see the beach, I know what’s underneath. I need you here with me,”

Cherry flavored- the neighborhood just.. they have a dnf vibe. “Cherry flavored conversations with you got me hanging on. Down to earth from all the waiting. Take me somewhere beyond.”

Pretty boy- geogre is a pretty boy. point blank period. “Even if my heart stops beating, you’re the only thing I need with me.” “Pretty boy, you did this with me boy.” “As long as I got you, I’m gonna be alright.”

Bad idea- girl in reddd... but like imagine them casually hooking up and not knowing their in love tho. also I feel like they would definitely think that their relationship is a “bad idea” bc they’re stupid. “It was a bad idea, to think I could stop, was such a bad idea, I can’t get enough.” “Darling your so pretty it hurts.”

Line without a hook- ICONIC!! dream definitely does not think that he deserves george. “You can hold my hand if no ones home.” “All my emotions feel like explosions when you are around” “Oh baby I am a wreck without you.” “She’s a, she’s a lady, and I am just a boy. She’s a, she’s a lady, and I am just a line without a hook.”

Say you hate me- mega dream smp vibes as of recently. with the whole removing geogre as king. “I guess that your friends where right, from the start when they thought that I was a bad guy.” “Can you just say that you hate me? Or that you will never love me?” “Never meant to make you leave, never meant to make you cry.”

Cherry bomb- reminds me of how dream cheated on fundy with geogre. “I’m too close to crushing, and I’m too close for comfort I’m rushing.” “I ask how shes so mellow, she tells me her shades are in yellow.”

This side of paradise- I mean, like, kinda heatwaves vibes, but also just them. “Ask me why my hearts inside my throat. I’ve never been in love I’ve been alone.” “If you’re lonley come be lonley with me.”

Linger- geogre literally has that boy wrapped around his finger and I can’t not see it in this song. But when you look into it HELLA dream smp vibes, lyrics can be switched for either perspective here. “You know I’m such a fool for you, you got me wrapped around your finger.” “I thought the world of you, I thought nothing could go wrong, but I was wrong,”

august- i don’t know what is but this song is for them. it just is. “To live for the hope of it all. Cancel plans just in case you'd call” “So much for summer love, and saying “Us” Cause you weren't mine to lose”

I was an island- i just love the idea of them being hardasses and not thinking they need anyone until the other comes into their life and rocks their world. kinda dream smp vibes “I was a fighter, and I was so brave, but I lowered my sword when you held me and swore you’d stay.” “I was a wolf, dear, apart from the pac But you answered my cries in the dead of the night and told me that you had my back,”

Golden- k this one feeds into the “you’re literally the sun in my sky I’m not worthy” feel “I know you were way too bright for me I'm hopeless, broken” “I know that you're scared Because hearts get broken” “I can feel you take control Of who I am and all I've ever known Loving you's the antidote”

Strong- ummm okay but the “we’re better together” dynamic is them “I’m sorry if I say I need ya, but I don’t care I’m not scared of love.” “when I’m not with you I’m weaker is that so wrong? Is it so wrong, that you make me strong.”

Fly out west- the whole, I need to see you, you’re all I think about, stuff gets me. also heatwaves vibe. “Well tell me do you know? You’re all I dream about. Take it from me I’m too dumb to recognize your doubt.”

Cruel summer- them and summer, you dig? “I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you.” “I love you and that the worst thing you ever heard?”

Nothings gonna hurt you baby- I put this one on here because of how protective dream is over geogre “Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby, as long as your with me you’ll be just fine. Nothings gonna hurt you baby, nothings gonna take you from my side.”

Cardigan- young love, the kind of lover that makes you feel like you are the most important thing in the world to them “when you are young they assume you know nothing, but I knew you-“ “and when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite.”

Cry baby- them being in that weird stage where they recognize that it might be more than just senseless flirting and they might have feelings but also being paranoid that they’re the only one with feelings uh- “I can taste it my hearts breaking, please don’t say it. That you know, when you know.” “I know I’ll fall in love with you baby, but that’s not what I wanna do baby.”

Speak now- literally the fundy dream wedding. i rest my case. “I hear the preacher say speak no or forever hold your peace.” “Dont say yes runaway now.”

I love you so- this song is cute on the surface but kinda sad once you look into it. it’s kinda about a codependent love that isn’t going well. “I gotta get away and let you go I gotta get over, but I love you so.” “You were cool and I’m a fool so please let me go.”

In conclusion I’d really appreciate if you could check it out :) <3

#haha playlist go brr #Please I beg of you go send it some love it genuinely think that all the songs fit them so well #also this might get updated as I listen to more music and discover new songs that fit them #but please #pleaseeee #go like it :) #that would be nice of u <333 #dreamnotfound #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #dnf #Spotify #heatwaves

[sophiewagentje]

Do you actually think that you know more about what truly goes on at Red Bull than Zak Brown?? You really think Carlos and Daniel haven't told him stories, that someone that connected in the paddock knows less than some girl on the internet? Go look up Jean-Éric Vergne's red bull story, do you really think that his treatment just 'happened' to be an outlier. Look at the things they've publically said about Pierre, Alex, and Yuki. The whole reason they support their tossed out drivers in other series is so they keep their mouths shut.

Hello Anon, thank you for this lovely message. Allow me to react to you point by point hm?

Do you actually think that you know more about what truly goes on at Red bull than Zak Brown?? You really think Carlos and Daniel haven’t told him stories, that someone that connected in the paddock knows less than some girl on the internet?

I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that I’ve created the idea that I know more than Zak Brown tho I have to say I doubt Zak knows what truly goes on at Redbull but sure. I’m sure Carlos and Daniel told him stories, but let’s not forget that they both still speak very positively about their time at Scuderia Torro Rosso and Red Bull Racing. Sure there were tensions while they were driving there, but that’s part of the sport no?

Go look up Jean-Éric Vergne’s red bull story, do you really think that his treatment just ‘happened’ to be an outlier.

Well I think it’s a general truth in F1 that Helmut Marko is not a nice person to anyone and I’ve never said otherwise. Jev says himself on the Beyond the Grid podcast that he had a winning mentality that didn’t suit Torro Rosso, that he didn’t realise that an eight or ninth place was amazing in a team like Torro Rosso and that he created ‘an image within Red Bull of a French, moody driver’ and that he suffered from the comparison with Daniel. F1 isn’t a fair sport. If the people in the big team haven’t heard a lot of good things about your character from the sister team and have about your teammate, it’s an instant point against you, which isn’t fair but it happens. You can see it happening with Pierre right now too. And yeah, the decision to choose Daniil over him in 2014 and replace him with either Max or Carlos wasn’t fair. But again it isn’t a fair sport. Maybe Daniil had something over Jev, I don’t know! And both Max and Carlos were already amazing drivers back then and apparently Red Bull wanted them both in F1 that year. So if it wasn’t Jev who got sacked, it would’ve been Daniil probably but we weren’t there! We don’t know how the dynamics in the teams were back then! So maybe he got the wrong end of Marko’s anger, maybe he ruined his own chances or maybe it was a combination of the two. But I haven’t seen anything so far to suggest he has something against the Red Bull team itself, Marko sure but Marko isn’t the team.

As for his treatment being an ‘outlier’, he suffered from the comparison with his teammate, as have Pierre and Alex (if not more drivers) and he wasn’t exactly liked by Marko which again isn’t an outlier either. But this doesn’t mean a team is toxic. Marko is toxic but no surprises there. And this is a sport in which people are constantly compared with their teammate on data, results but also whether they will fit in a team. And that’s not fair cuz your seat should be given based on results, but what use are results when you don’t fit in a team? Honestly what I’ve read is no different than what I’ve seen these past years at all teams and makes Red Bull no different from Mclaren. Then again I was just 14 when Jev stopped driving so maybe I missed something that my Google searches didn’t show me, you tell me anon.

Look at the things they publicly said about Pierre, Alex and Yuki. The whole reason they support their tossed out drivers in other series is so they keep their mouths shut.

First off in your little list there is only one ‘tossed out’ driver and that’s Alex. Yuki had a reasonable first year and is kept for another year at least. Pierre couldn’t handle the pressure of Red Bull, is thriving at Alpha Tauri at the moment and will probably replace Checo in a year or two. Alex was given till the very end of the 2020 season to prove himself and Christian has said before that he had massive amounts of support within the team to stay. But when that didn’t work they gave him a drivers seat in DTM, kept him as a very intensive test and reserve driver and helped him get the Williams seat for this year. How is that different from Esteban’s one year off in 2019? And keep their mouths shut how exactly? DC, Jev, Seb, Mark, Daniel, Carlos, I think even Daniil talk positively about their time with Red Bull Racing.

I want to point out too that Zak was talking about Patrick O’ward, who has been part of the junior Red Bull Racing program in 2019, was let go because he wouldn’t be able to get his superlicense due to a decision of the FIA and so he could start driving in the Indy car series instead of staying in the junior program for his fourth Super Formula round. He then joined Arrow Mclaren in 2020 in the Indy car in which he has been doing pretty good from what I’ve seen. Mclaren f1 isn’t really supporting his f1 dream till he wins the Indy car championship… so why is that in Zak eyes less bad than Marko letting him go from a series that wasn’t getting him any closer to f1 either so he could start racing in a racing series that did have a full time seat for him? It wasn’t Red Bulls fault he didn’t get his superlicense in 2019, nor was it his really so why did Red Bull ruin him? Zak could’ve given him a place in the Mclaren junior programme for 2020 if he was that impressed with him… but he didn’t so?? That’s why I said he should look at himself first before offering criticism on a team that will have 8 (ex) drivers on the F1 grid this season that all came from their academy.

Then again this is my opinion and absolutely no one has to agree with me! I just have one thing to ask from you anon: next time you refer to someone don’t call them ‘some girl’, it implies I’m a mindless fan girl which I do not appreciate. I’m a 21 year old woman with quite a good head on her shoulders so please, don’t imply I have the same amount of braincells as an 2012 Justin Bieber fan girl please and thank you. Have a nice rest of your day/night😊

#f1 #soph’s asks #also congrats! #your my first angry anon I hope that makes you feel proud

[lilover131]

Chapter 56 Analysis+Theories

AHHHHHH CHAPTER 56 AHHHHHH!!! <--Chrissy every time a chapter comes out

I wasn’t as hyped up about this one as I was for the last one thankfully, seeing as we didn’t have a super long wait, but I certainly don’t want to diminish in any way the importance of this chapter!!!

I won’t waste any time and will get right to it, so buckle in, cuz’ the theory train is coming! More under the cut!

 So I’ll start by saying that when I first read the chapter, it was 2 AM where I was. I had been sleeping and just kinda magically woke up right when the chapter just came out, so I like to think there was some fate there. But when I opened that chapter on my phone and the first thing I saw was that Syaoran color spread, I audibly gasped and instantly woke up a bit.

 I woke up not because it was absolutely stunning to look at, or even at the fact that we haven’t had Syaoran in a color page for a while. No, the thing that caught my attention was the serious atmosphere it contained and the tone that it seemingly set. To me, this was one of CLAMP’s subtle ways of saying “Prepare for the final battle”. I could be reading into it too much, but I was right about what I believed the Syaoran and Kaito color page insinuated, so I’m gonna stick to my guns here.

 We start off the chapter without a moment’s pause where we left off last time. It continues right from the last point of the conversation where Sakura dropped the bombshell that she had seen Kaito use magic. She seems to think that they may not believe her at first, but Syaoran interrupts her to affirm that he 100% believes her and that he even already knew. Sakura is naturally confused by this, but he finally FINALLY gets to tell her what he’s been dealing with this whole time, and it definitely seems to be an uncomfortable topic for him. But at least this time he got to tell Sakura truthfully that he hadn’t ever intended on keeping this from her but was physically not able to. Despite not needing to feel guilty about this, Syaoran seems uncomfortable for the simple fact that someone else had that much control over him, and he was unable to do a thing to stop it. It’s also important to keep in mind that Kero and Suppi were hearing this for the first time themselves as well (about the silencing at least).

 Not much time passes after this before Kero and Suppi fess up to also knowing about Kaito, but they admit that theirs was a conscious decision rather than force, but that they believe they too would have been silenced like Syaoran was had they attempted to speak. One could say that since they didn’t know Syaoran was silenced in the way he was that this is not entirely truthful or was just a bad decision, but in reality it still makes perfect sense why they thought to be more careful. They saw Kaito’s magic first hand violently take down Eriol, and if he could shut down a magician of that caliber from halfway across the world, then he could easily do the same or worse to the guardians. And since they also weren’t yet aware of his true intentions with Sakura, it would have been likely seen as dangerous to provoke him and possibly put Sakura in harm’s way. I guess the only thing that doesn’t make much sense to me is why Syaoran and the guardians didn’t collaborate and put together what they knew sooner. Even when Yue went to Syaoran’s apartment, the topic of Kaito or Eriol never came up, and since they both clearly had Sakura’s best interest in mind, I’m not sure specifically why they chose to keep their information to themselves when they both knew they had the same goal. This, I would say, was actually a bad decision on their part, but when it comes down to it, they’re not perfect and everyone makes mistakes (I think Cinzia made the same point here, so I apologize if it seems like I’m copying here! I just also agree when it comes to this).

 I’m actually going to pull in a little thing I learned from my counselor not long ago when I felt guilt over a particular decision I had made long ago, and that is that you can only work based on the emotions and information you have at the time. And because we don’t know the future, it is not possible to always make the right decisions, but there is also no telling if our decisions would have changed things for the better, so it is best not to dwell on them. I believe truly that based on what they knew at the time and through the experiences they had, they were likely only trying to protect each other, but missed that they could have probably helped each other. It’s easy to miss things when you’re on the defensive.

 What I love about Sakura after this is that she forgives them immediately. This is not the first time she’s had things hidden from her for her protection, and naturally it’s upsetting to not feel like you can be trusted to deal with the serious information. When Syaoran told her how he’d been hiding what he knew before, she was upset but more because she thought he suffered as a result. This time around though, they concealed things from her not because they were worried about how she’d handle it, but rather out of fear from what Kaito would do if they tried, so it’s a completely different reason and much easier to forgive. Sakura is able to differentiate this, because she is a very emotionally intelligent girl and a lot more observant than she gets credit for when it comes to reading people. She’s grown a lot and isn’t as ‘dense’ as she was in Elementary School.

 Then we get a precious gift of seeing Syaoran show off how smart he is, working out how Kaito managed to make them forget about said confrontation at the botanical garden. He’s probably thought about it a lot already, considering he mentioned before that he felt like someone made him forget something. But this time, he had additional information that Sakura was able to provide, and this was the final piece of the puzzle he needed. The most important detail that Sakura gave him was the location in particular, the botanical garden. He knew that that was where they intended to go, but that they had yet to go there. This prompted him to check his phone and see how much time might have passed without them realizing, and because he knew what time he had arranged to meet Sakura, 9:30 AM, he was able to observe that it was impossible for them to meet, go to the botanical garden, have this encounter with Kaito, and both get back to their houses in only 16 minutes. This meant it was not just a mere meddling of memories but rather time magic as it was the only explanation for the time discrepancy issue and memory loss. I can’t say how freaking proud I was of Syaoran for working this out. He’s such a smart boy, but I know that Sakura also would have been able to come to the same conclusion had she had more knowledge about the magical world. Sakura is running on pure instinct right now, which is super strong, but Syaoran really helps fill in those gaps where things don’t make sense for her, making them the perfect magical team!  

 The scene changes to Momo, who appears to be keeping tabs on the conversation (though it’s unclear if Kaito is aware while they are under Siege). And this part is perhaps the most worrying of the entire chapter, and I’m not talking about the line where the English translation says “Into the final act of your story”. That line in particular is a gross mistranslation cleared up by @meimi-haneoka​, who graciously gives us translation notes each month in comparison to the Japanese version. The actual line in fact says “Into the final act of THE story”. This changes the entire tone of that page as the first translation implies it is leading to Kaito’s death, whereas the Japanese translation actually more implies that we’re nearing the climax of the story. Momo’s facial expressions also match the wording of the Japanese translation better, as we know she does not seem to want Kaito to die, so she would certainly look more upset here if she were speaking of such a thing. Also, I have to speak up about how pretttyyyy Kaito looks in that panel. The way CLAMP designed that page is just stunning as always.

 HOWEVER

 Back to what I was saying before! The most concerning part of the chapter for me is the page right before that, where Momo says “Once a spell’s been seen for what it is, it all comes crumbling down. Particularly, where time magic is concerned. And that’s to say nothing of your target’s considerable power. Now everything you’d turned back time to undo. Everything you’ve succeeded in freezing…is beginning to move again”. So here comes Chrissy’s big crazy theory and possible overthinking, but bear with me here!

I think…that what they are saying here is that these moments that were frozen in time and turned back were cut off from the timeline and now floating in a separate space. And now these scenes, which were all intense in their own way and incredibly frustrating for us, are about to move forward.

….all of them….

….at the same time….

This concept isn’t exactly new in CLAMP series. It happened with Tsubasa where Syaoran turned back time to go back to a moment where he could take Sakura’s hand and keep her from being cursed, and to keep that moment ready until he could return, it was in its own separate dimension, cut off from the rest of the universe. Eventually, once he got there, time started to move forward again. Turning back time is a taboo in the magical world for a reason, and Kaito has done this over and over and over again. But also, wouldn’t it be so like CLAMP to say “Hey, we know you’ve been frustrated that all these scenes were seemingly amping up to a big confrontation, but then Kaito rewound time over and over, so how about we give those back….ALL AT THE SAME TIMMMMEE?”. Can you even imagine the consequences of such a thing? At least three of the occasions where Kaito turned back time, Akiho went into what I call ‘book-mode’, where she is no longer herself and tries to absorb Sakura along with her magic (and even succeeds on one occasion). Then there is also Syaoran and Kaito’s battle and Syaoran having his outburst about Kaito being a magician right in front of Akiho. It would be absolute utter chaos, and honestly I’d be living for it. Lmao.

If you believe that this line Momo said was simply to state that his time magic won’t work anymore and that things will continue to progress in this timeline, that would make perfect sense as well, so I don’t want to discount that. I’m just throwing out theories here based on what I know about CLAMP and concepts that are not out of the realm of possibility.

The scenes from here on out bounce a little bit back and forth from a continuation of the conversation with Syaoran and the guardians and present time with Akiho at school. I kinda like the way they did the transitions here, and it didn’t really feel awkward at any point but rather pulled up the relevant information when it was needed.

When Akiho comes in to the classroom, Sakura recalls how the topic of Akiho came up in the conversation from the day before. It’s natural for everyone to question at this point what she knows and if she is someone to be concerned about too. Syaoran mentions that he can’t detect any magic from her, which was something he had looked into from the very first day Akiho arrived at Tomoeda Middle (he knew literally nothing about her, but you know how transfer students go in this town. Lmao). Sakura drops another bombshell here by saying that she actually senses something in Akiho, but she is unclear of what that is and why she feels that way. It’s completely likely that she’s strong enough now to sense the suppressed magic spell the association and her clan put on her. I also noticed Syaoran seemed to tense up when Sakura said this, and I’m sure that this new information probably made him feel very uneasy. Sakura’s instincts are never wrong, and if she feels something, that means there is something, but to think that it’s something even Syaoran can’t sense would definitely be concerning.

 It is then that Syaoran decides to approach the idea of addressing Akiho directly about Kaito’s magic to see what she knows. Maybe at this point in time he is thinking “If she possibly has some sort of magic in her, then she might know already about Kaito”, but like Sakura, he has seen Akiho’s behavior as a person and probably believes that she is not doing anything malicious of her own accord. Perhaps he thinks that Akiho might be able to talk some sense into Kaito and put a stop to things. But the way he goes about it doesn’t push Sakura, but rather just offers it as a suggestion as something a bit more direct.

 Before we see Sakura’s response to this, we are back to Akiho in the classroom and she is very cheerful from having gone out with Kaito the day prior, and OMG CAN I JUST GUSH FOR A MOMENT ABOUT HOW FREAKING PRECIOUS SHE IS? She is seriously adorable, and the more I see her smile, the more it makes me want to burn her whole clan down to the ground for being so awful to her. But also, it reminds me how strong she is to have gone through everything she did and still smile and hold no hatred in her heart. I can’t honestly say I would be the same in her shoes, so it’s really admirable. For those My Hero Academia fans out there, remember Eri’s smile? You know the one I’m talking about. That’s how I feel every time Akiho smiles.

Anyways, back to Sakura’s response. She decides, in a very Sakura-like fashion, to avoid the subject with Akiho for now. It is true that they don’t fully understand who Kaito is and what his intentions are, but the one thing she does know is that he is considered precious to Akiho, and that at least says something about his character. Akiho herself also isn’t an idiot and is perceptive to Kaito’s feelings. Even when he’s smiling, she can tell when he’s actually hurting inside, so if he had bad intentions at all, that likely wouldn’t go unseen either, so Sakura decides that she’ll wait for Akiho to come to her first if the discussion between them needs to happen. I think this is a very mature decision on her part but also continues to show how much she considers the people around her and cares for them.

Back in the present, Akiho apologizes for talking so much, and Sakura tells her that she doesn’t mind and will listen to whatever she has to say. More than just trying to show good will as a friend, I think this is also her way of opening up the door to tell her “If you want to talk about more serious things, I’m here to listen as well”. That way, when the time comes, Akiho will feel comfortable having that conversation with her.

The scene moves on to Yukito’s home where all the guardians are having a nice little get together in their true forms. It’s not entirely necessary for all but Yue to do this, but I love it as we haven’t gotten to see much of them in these forms in the series so far, especially Spinel and Ruby Moon. Ruby Moon is surprised that they decided to go along with what Sakura said, which I suppose makes sense considering they’ve been kinda doing their own thing up until now. But it turns out that it was Syaoran who made the final decision, and the others just took his lead.

 I love that Syaoran was so comfortable just trusting Sakura and realizing that this time, they needed to let her make some choices, especially since it concerned her the most. Moreover, I love that Kero, Suppi, and Yue just basically caved when Syaoran agreed. This shows how much they respect the opinion of not just Sakura, but Syaoran too. They could have easily gone off and continued to work secretly without Sakura, but they didn’t do that. It obviously didn’t work well for them before anyways.

 I cracked up when Ruby Moon mentioned how much Syaoran has grown a lot and used to be a ‘pouty brat’ back when they were in Japan the last time (in his defense, Eriol was screwing with him a lot, so he had a lot of good reasons for the bratty attitude. Lmao). But Kero and Yue’s responses are just precious. They both have the same expression initially, but their actual responses seem to differ quite a bit. Kero states that he will always be a brat to him and that he’s only grown ‘a little’. This is classic Kero essentially saying he agrees that he’s grown a lot, but he won’t admit it yet, hence why Spinel calls him childish. Hahahaha.

Yue’s response however makes me absolutely melt. He states he’s not upset about the mention of Syaoran’s growth, but that that he doesn’t think they “should be in such a hurry to grow up”. He sounds just like a freaking dad here who is happy to see his children grow up, but is also wanting to them to slow down and stay children simultaneously. I am absolutely living for it, and I love seeing how soft he gets when it comes to them. -squeals-

Despite how lighthearted this scene is, I’m gonna put out another theory here that might seem like I’m overthinking and perhaps makes this appear a bit darker than possibly intended. My thought was “Why did CLAMP put such focus on this subject right now?”. They could have simply stated that they decided to go along with Sakura and been done with it, but the made a point to talk about the children’s growth as human beings, particularly Syaoran. Now where am I going with this you ask? Perhaps it’s the Tsubasa PTSD speaking, but when CLAMP has dialogue like this, it usually it done quite purposely at times, because it is meant to enhance our emotions when a particular moment comes later on. So when I thought “Now, why would they be talking so much about how Syaoran’s grown emotionally and how much Kero and Yue care about him?”. I think they are trying to emphasize how much people in general care about him. CLAMP showed it again recently with Touya, who threatened Kaito and purposely included Syaoran in his statement, and again when Kaito pointed his staff at Syaoran and Sakura reacted. CLAMP is pointing out right now how much people care about Syaoran, and I think this is once again a signal that something bad is going to happen to Syaoran, and I think it’s going to be soon.

 Now, Cinzia actually recently found my reaction to spoilers of chapter 1 of Clear Card (that’s right, chapter 1 from all the way back in 2016), and from the very beginning, I have been screaming at the top of my lungs that I had the worst feeling that something bad was going to happen to Syaoran. I imagine some of you are probably tiring of hearing it from me. Lmao. So here we are, 55 chapters and numerous bad dreams later, and I finally feel like that time is really really close. I’m calling it right now that it will probably happen within the next 4-5 chapters, and if I’m wrong, I will eat my words, but them even putting Syaoran on the color page all by himself for this chapter gives me more reason to think that “that time” is approaching.

 That is a good transition for me to talk about the last part of this chapter. We are finally getting some progress on this play Naoko has been writing, and the moment she mentioned it was about “Twin Alices”, I thought to myself “this is going to be where the climax happens”. The pieces are coming together for it, and we’ve finally gotten to hear the premise of this play. We all knew Naoko would ask Sakura and Akiho to play the main roles, but it’s unclear what the role she wants for Syaoran will be when she inevitably peer pressures him into it. Lol. But I’m telling you, I really think this play is where shit is going to hit the fan and we’ll finally get some real answers.

I can’t wait to see what happens from here on out, but it’s very clear to me that things are just going to get more and more intense from here on out!!

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