#like they are already in eachothers brains after knowing eachother for less than a year now just imagine if they got the full 22

[probablynot-john]

Oki doki, after the last season of lower decks just ended, I feel like this is a good time to point out some things.

If you think that they're " just friends" still, yeah, i get it. But in case you've forgot, here is a chronological list of everything they have done for eachother:

1. Rutherford spent the entire day looking for a job in a different department, when he already loves his job more than anything, just so he could spend time with her (S1:E2).

2. Rutherford shows her Badgy to help her train for a test (the moon walking scene is so cute). And then when Badgy tries to kill them, he admits "I was just trying to impress Tendi! She's so cute!" As he tries to sacrifices himself for her (S1:E6).

3. She is devastated when he went on the packled ship to save the crew. And when he had his implant ripped out she sat next to his bed every day and read to him every day until he woke up. And then he didn't remember her, she was on the verge if tears, but instead she just says "now we can be best friends all over again!" (S1:E10).

4. When his personality shifts by slightest degree, (he suddenly likes pears) she notices and tries to help. Violently. She was scared that he would forget her again. And rather than be mad that she ruined his date and chased him through a hallway, he gives her understanding, compassion and a hug! "Also don't date Barns" (S2:E1).

5. They built the same model ship over and over again together just so they could spend time alone together. He was so upset that he was "a year behind in being your friend" and that he couldn't remember what he did last year. To make him feel better, she got them a new model they could do together (S2:E6).

6. She thought he was dead and that it was her fault for asking him to step out of his comfort zone and try engineering on a different ship. She refuses to accept that he's gone and searches the other ship for him. He's completely fine when she finds him but she's still traumatized by the end of the episode (S2:E7).

7. They incorrectly suspect that Tendi is going to be transferred off the Cerritos so they spend the day together doing everything they loved on the ship, including the jefferies tube where they watched the stellar anomaly from S1:E2. Of course, she actually gets a promotion and he gives her a hug (S2:E10).

8. When he forgot her, he started saving 3 copies of every moment that he spent with her in his memory banks so he wouldn't forget. He spent so much time with her that it filled his brain and was causing malfunctions (S2:E10).

9. When they were grounded on earth for the trial they spent the entire time sightseeing together until they had to go do plot stuff (S3:E1).

10. Ruthorford loses control of his body to an "evil" version of himself and his first thought is "I need to contact Tendi, she'll know what to do!" And then he's so scared for her when his evil self goes to find her. This episode broke me(S3:E5).

11. Tendi is frustrated dealing with another Orian in starfleet. Honestly I didn't love Ruthorford in this episode, but "it was nice to meet another Orian, but I'd rather just spend time with you!" She's worried that he'll think less of her when he finds out she was a pirate. But he tells her that it's a part of her and he already likes her for who she is, and encourages her to embrace her heritage (S3:E6)

12. She's upset when he doesn't take her roll in a holosimulation seriously. But when she explains why she's upset, she admits out loud for the first time that she wants to be a captian. And he becomes her biggest supporter (S3:E8).

13. "It's gonna be weird not sleeping 5ft away from you, not having your muttering to lull me to sleep" she encourages him to speak up for himself so he can get the recognition he deserves so he can be promoted along side her. Also he's been declining promotions all year just so he can stay the same rank as her (S4:E2).

14. I don't want to spoil the rest of season 4, but oh my gosh, Ferangi Hearth Place. Everything about this episode is amazing. They have to pretend to be a married couple to go on a vacation."Why can't a symbol of love be gorgeous green eyes?" Or "I can't wait to walk around our shared room in nothing but a pair of your boxers completely topless. " Come on! This might be my favorite episode of the series. Not even just for the ships, Self Sealing Stembolts! *Chants Rom and Leeta to the theme of Bob The Builder* (S4:E6).

15. I don't want to spoil the season final, but oh my gosh, he was devastated, and so was I! (S4:E10).

Okay, I know Star Trek has a horrible history of ships falling apart. But romantic ships and actual ships. I would have been perfectly happy with them being best friends, but after rewatching the series, I would be quite disappointed if they didn't at least kiss.

So what do you think, are they still just friends?

#star trek #star trek lower decks #d'vana tendi #samanthan rutherford #pro shipping #Ruthorford/tendi

[soleilthedeity]

not who it was intended for but I’m interested in ur ruggie rarepair pls do tell :3

OH BOY

It's a rarepair I made with my boyfriend a while back that came from me hyperfixating on a TWST side character and us having nobody to pair Ruggie with in a Soul Eater au, but after having them meet they ended up being SUPER cute and now this ship has completely melted my brain.

Ruggie x Najma.

I have MANY explanations but it's gonna be long so I'm using the little hider thing

First off is how they met! It fully depends on what I feel like making their first meeting that day, but I do have a "canon" one that is most often used as the start of their relationship.

Canon

Najma had missed Jamil a lot during his first year, so she wanted to surprise him the week before his birthday. She showed up with a basket of presents and food but realized she'd forgotten the name of his dorm. She stumbled into Savanaclaw on accident and was thoroughly confused the entire time. Still, she went to the dorm number she was told to go to and knocked on Ruggie Bucchi's door, even more baffled than before. Once she acknowledges that she's definitely lost, Najma introduces herself and asks for help finding Jamil's dorm. Ruggie takes her there personally in exchange for some tea, a few kebab skewers, and a cupcake. Najma, being Najma, thought Ruggie was cute, and as all overly bold 15 year olds do, she decided to walk into Savanaclaw AGAIN and feign being lost. This time, she managed to score Ruggie's number and proceeded to act clueless around the entire campus for the rest of the week. During their walks where he'd guide her to Scarabia, and seeing as he already caught on by the second day, they started talking less about Jamil and more about themselves, truly getting to know eachother over the course of the week. Eventually, Najma had to go home, and the two spent a lot of their free time messaging each other. Messaging grew into calling for an hour, then an hour turned to three, then the entire evening, and finally, it spread into the night. They fell asleep to the sound of each other's voice, and the two eventually started really liking the other. They started dating long distance, and when Najma turned 16 a few months after Ruggie turned 17, she managed to convince her father to let her visit Night Raven more frequently to "keep Jamil on track". She played right into her father's concerns just to see her boyfriend almost every weekend.

It's basically two sneaky little assholes falling in love

Angsty

Jamil's overblot was kept well under wraps by Kalim, but eventually, the Vipers had to learn about what happened. Of course, the Master Asim had been alerted immediately after, but he understood the delicacy of the situation and essentially bribed an entire hospital to shut up and treat Jamil as quietly as possible. Najma was sent to collect any of Jamil's personal items from his room, and she coincidentally ran into Ruggie in Scarabia. Ruggie had been paying Kalim a visit, and he happened to leave Kalim's dorm at the perfect second to watch a girl breaking into the missing vice's dorm. He, of course, asks her what she's doing, and because he's acting all accusatory, she looks at him with what can only be described as the Viper stare. He quickly realized that it's definitely one of Jamil's relatives and backs off, but she's already demanding he helps her since he wants to be nosy. Ruggie, who was just trying to score some points with his clearly unstable classmate, ends up helping her carry a few cardboard boxes of things Jamil would need during his hospital stay. Because Najma didn't know how to ride a broom, Ruggie had the pleasure of helping her walk the entire way to the Sage Island hospital, where Jamil insisted on being treated. The two chatted a bit, and after she cooled off a bit and became more friendly, Ruggie started to think she was actually kind of cute. Sure, Jamil might actually kill him over this, but he still took the chance to ask Najma to be friends and exchange contacts. They talked and he ended up being more of a friend to her than he intended, starting their relationship with the hopes of getting to flirt with a cute girl but instead genuinely falling in love with what was now his good friend. After Jamil recovered and Najma went back home, Ruggie nervously explained his feelings over text when she couldn't confront him in person. He was worried she'd dislike him, but she ended up asking to start casually dating first to see if they really worked with each other. It turns out they did, and Jamil is a constant reminder to Ruggie that he cannot fuck this up, that guy knows where he sleeps.

Soulmates

This one is INCREDIBLY simple, starting with the two coincidentally walking past the other before something just happens, and they slowly turn around to face each other. It was as if time stopped, and the two instantly clicked. They went to a cafe and talked for hours, finding every word their soulmate said utterly fascinating. They were crushing in an instant and somehow fell in love by the end of the day.

Secondly we've got dynamics! I have a very simple list that covers majority of their scenarios.

Beautiful woman x scheming bitch

Scheming bitch x handsome guy

Fool x fool

Picks pockets x entertains the crowd for half the earnings

I love my bisexual husband x bisexual husband

Taunting him x listens to every word she says

Bold x bold until it's her

Spoils him x deserves to be spoiled

Can cook and loves to x can cook but hates to

Overall they're basically perfect for eachother dynamic wise. Even their laughs are perfect, Najma laughs so hard she snorts and Ruggie sounds like a maniac!

Some other details I'd like to add is

Ruggie willingly wears her lipstick all over his face. If she kisses him and it transfers he's keeping it on.

Najma brushes Ruggie's hair for him when he's more tired than usual.

Ruggie braids Najma's hair for her when she didn't sleep well and is having trouble with fine motor skills.

Najma will introduce herself as Mrs. Bucchi just to mess with Ruggie (and to get discounts).

Ruggie holds her waist a lot, enjoying how perfectly his face sits in the crook of her neck.

When they fight, THEY FIGHT. And honestly, Ruggie is usually the first to apologize because Najma is stubborn as hell, but she will apologize first if she knows she accidentally hurt his feelings or that she was in the wrong.

Their ship name is Najgie because I came up with this I get to decide it thank you :3

I have more details and lore for them but this post is a very basic explanation of their relationship, so I can add more to it another day.

(Please forgive me for my odd grammar or spelling, between autocorrect correcting what I actually get right and my struggle with words that sound the same, it's not pretty.)

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst #ruggie bucchi #najma viper #najgie #najma x ruggie #ruggie x najma #soleilthedeity

[sery-chan-13]

Mutual Obsession

[Banda Sunato × Reader]

This was a request for Banda and the reader to be obsessed with eachother and I agree with that 100%

However, not a typical obsession chapter you'll see why. Like they aren't crazy foaming at the mouth obsessed, but obsessed none the less.

Warnings:cursing, past trauma(just gets slightly talked about), implied sexual content, mentions of blood, mentions of violence.

Always quick to obsession you were.

However, you had never been obsessed with a person. People in your area of work always interested you. People like him.

It was a diamonds game and you couldn't keep your eyes off him. His cold calculated responses. His eyes. Hands.

He was pretty.

"So are you going to keep staring, or are you going to talk to me?" The man asked after the game was over.

You looked and smiled. "I could say the same to you... don't think you're any better than me," you said with a laugh. The only reason you were staring was because he was too.

"(L/N) (Y/N), at your service."

"Banda Sunato. I've heard that name before haven't I?" He asked, knowing fully well who you were. You nodded. "Just like I've heard your name. You might know me by the street name Scarlet Angel though," you whispered, a glint crossing your eyes.

Ah, so that's where he knew you from.

Sure, he might have killed 4 women. That's bad. But you, the 'Scarlet Angel' as you were proclaimed by the papers, had killed 15 men. Of course they were people that deserved it. Abusers, rapists. That is why they called you that Alias. For all the blood you shed, those women thought you were a guardian angel. For while taking another life is bad, you never took an innocent one.

"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you. Your work impressed me m'lady," he complimented. You laughed.

Gods he loved that sound.

He could get used to having you around.

"Mmm... maybe I admired you slightly. Your smart, that for sure. I'm guessing you got pleasure from the kill.... I only got pleasure off of watching those men scream in pain like how they made others in their life do," you giggled, hoisting yourself up a fire escape ladder, the metal creaking softly. He watched. He liked watching and knowing what people would do next. But you weren't predictable.

You were like him. A master manipulator. Someone who hid their true intentions.

But because you knew that he knew your game, you were just going to be honest. However much you liked seeing men squirm from not being able to figure you out, you were sure he had already seen through you.

"Maybe we should team up then. Bet you like it here, right?" He asked. You beckoned him to follow you up. So he did.

Of course he did.

"Of course I like it here. It is beautiful. Not only the games making me feel free, but how without all the humans... Nature wins. It takes over. And I feel mother nature is at peace here. So I am at peace with her," you sighed.

You both climbed up to the roof of the building. You spun around and laughed. Your hands outstretched to the sky.

"I wish to stay here forever," you said, smiling at the man in front of you. "Then I guess we are not that different after all," he muttered.

For years he had read all about your case. About the murders. Every gruesome detail. He loved it. A woman as unhinged as him.

Obsession, they called it.

Infatuation.

He preferred calling it devotion.

"Do you wish to stay here as well?" You asked, sitting down, and looking up at the starry sky. "Of course... I've never seen a more beautify country," he responded, sitting next to you.

You remembered details of his case. Less kills than you for sure, but the horrific act made you giggle with glee. For any man or woman with a brain could see his murders reflected yours.

Obsession, Infatuation, devotion to the man besides you. You didn't care what people called it. Because you were self aware of it.

"I have to ask... how did you get caught?" He asked. "Damn neighbor. He called the cops because he heard screaming. I should have taped that fuckers mouth shut," you scoffed, looking over. He laughed.

"Now I need to ask you... did you take inspiration from my beautiful work?" You asked, your head resting on your hand. "Of course. I have an eye for.... well details. And your kills were always so interesting. There's something so poetic about them," he said, looking back at you.

You laughed, seeing the hint of nervousness he tried to hide. "You know, you don't have to be nervous. I won't kill you. I admired you in the real world. I admire you now... We are equals, no?"

He gave a small smile, his piercings eyes meeting yours. "Yes.... equals."

You two fell asleep on that roof top.

You woke up at dawn, the sun hadn't come up yet. Perfect. You stretched out, groaning.

"Goodmorning."

"Goodmorning. So, how many days on your visa?" You asked.

"10. Would have been more if I didn't skip out one night," he murmured, mentally scolding himself. "Ahh.. I have 12. I hate exhausting myself. But... I do enjoy the games," you explained.

"We should stick together," he mused, sitting up.

You turned away from him, sitting on the ledge, looking out to the horizon.

"Maybe... maybe not. It's dangerous to go at the games together. I don't know you that well. Who says you've gained my trust?" You responded, hearing silence. You closed your eyes and sighed.

"You know... I didn't kill for fun," you whispered. "Like all the papers said I did. I didn't. I didn't do it because I got pleasure from killing. Not because of the addictive taste of doing something wrong."

He sat next to you, both of your legs dangling off the edge, the cool morning air brushing past you softly. "Then why did you kill?"

"Freedom. You know what I did before murders, right?" You asked. Why were you opening up to him? You barely knew him. But the aura around him made you feel like you could trust him. This was odd. You hated trusting anyone. Especially someone like him. You were a killer. So you knew how other killers thought. If you were vulnerable, he'd get to you. But you couldn't help it. It was addictive.

He nodded, his eyes fixed on the horizon, watching the sky become sprinkled with gold and pink.

"If I remember correctly, you worked in a red light district, no?" He responded. You nodded. "That's a nice way of putting it."

"I killed out of necessity. They hurt me. I killed them. Then there was women who I lived near... I knew their husbands weren't good. So I killed them too. Because- sorry... you don't need to hear my sad backstory," you said with a small laugh, looking out to the gorgeous view. How beautiful the sunrise was. Another beautiful morning in paradise.

"No no... I asked, didn't I? But my guess is your father wasn't a good man. Maybe hurt your mother, hurt you. You grew up hating him, while also thinking that is what love was supposed to be like. A couple toxic relationships later, you hate men like him. Then you start your work as an... what word shall I use?"

"Escort, prostitute, slut, hooker. I've heard em all."

"Escort... and you still only see the horrors of men. They hurt you and your co workers. They take what they want an never apologize or go easy. Cheat you out of money. Am I right?"

"Not bad. Accurate actually," you laughed, taking a deep breath of the crisp air.

"It really is a beautiful world," you mumbled. The sweet song of birds, the still morning air.

"Isn't it sad we ignore the beauty around us? On top of that we... we destroy it. We destroy the beauty that we walk past everyday," you said. "It is... what's worse is many people don't care about hurting that beauty. Or tearing it down to make room for themselveswhere they don't belong," he muttered. He was talking about you. But he knew you understood. Why wouldn't you?

You were intoxicating to be around.

"Hey, don't stare at me, stare at the real beauty in front yeah?" you laughed, grabbing his face. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer. "But I am staring at the real beauty."

You laughed, "For a murderer who's killed 4 women, you sure are smooth with your words." He shrugged, snaking his arm around your waist.

Obsession wasn't healthy but you would push aside those thoughts.

You had only met him a few hours ago, but if his hand left your waist you felt it would make you stop breathing.

"How do you think I got them to trust me?" He said simply. "Am I just another helpless victim falling for your charms?" You laughed. "No. You're smart," he stated a smile on his face.

It was later in the day, and you both walked around the abandoned city.

You ran a couple feet ahead, as he watched confused. "Walk over!" You shouted with a smile. He was confused, but did so.

"I knew it."

"And that was?" He asked, looking to you, trying to read your face. "Your shoulders are wider than your hips, making you have a smaller waist. This build gives you an advantage as it makes you look more feminine, or as society likes to say, weaker. That is another reason those women trusted you more," you explained, trying to measure him with your eyes. So you were observant of people builds. It made it easier to measure their strength. He was impressed.

"I'm gonna be upset if you have a smaller waist than me-"

Night time fell, and he was itching to go to a game.

"You can go you know. I don't feel like that tonight," you mumbled, poking at the roof. He looked at you. "That's awfully strange. But, I'll be off. I'll return soon, angel," he said, climbing down the fire escape. "Be safe, don't be fucking stupid," you called out after him. You heard his laughter, and after that silence. You lied back and sighed.

Your body ached, and your mind raced.

When is he coming back?

How long has it been since he left?

Will he come back?

Does he even want to come back?

You started feeling his hands on your waist, even though they weren't there.

You sighed outloud.

Obsession wasn't healthy. And not everyone experienced it the same way. You were one of the people who experienced it very differently.

Seconds

             Minutes

                           Hours

Was time even passing normally?

You were upset with yourself.

Your hands itched for his in your own.

Your skin wanted the feel of his own. It needed it.

You stood up and paced back and forth. "Fuck... fuck," you mumbled, wringing your hands together.

You heard steps on the ladder and turned your head sharply to face it.

And there he stood, the person your body and mind craved, albeit a bit bloody.

You walked up to him, and kissed his lips roughly. He was surprised, but returned the kiss, his hands immediately wrapping around your waist.

He pulled away, making you whine. "Someone missed me, no?" He teased. You nodded, your hands gripping onto his shirt as if he might disappear.

"I-... how do I say it without sounded psycho?" You whispered with a small laugh. "Good thing for you... I love psycho," he laughed, watching your face. "Oh right... you're like me. I need you. Stay with me, don't leave. Ever. Need... need your lips on mine, your skin on mine, hands in mine, need you," you explained, your hands shaking slightly. He tilted your face to make you look at him.

"Hmm... I need you too. More than you will ever know (Y/N)," he mumbled. You sucked in a sharp breath, noticing how fast your heart was beating.

You were intoxicating, filling up his senses with just you. Your hair, your eyes staring up at him with need, your skin against his feeling like electricity was running between the two of you. He couldn't take his eyes off your lips, sweet honey words dripped from them seconds earlier. How much sweeter they tasted.

Obsession

Isn't

Healthy

He

Knows

But he was willing to loose his mind for you.

After all, he had only known you for a day.

Could you really need him that much? Or was it just the

Obsession

Talking

?

You couldn't remember much from the night before. But you freaked out at being on a bed.

You two must have gone into the apartment complex and found an open door. That freaked you out less.

You turned to look, and saw Banda sleeping next to you. Then noticed your clothes and his in a pile next to the bed.

You shrugged, laying back down, turning to look at the man next to you.

How peaceful he looked when sleeping. What had troubled him so much throughout the day was clearly non existent here.

You ran your hands softly through his hair, whispering his name to wake him up.

"Goodmorning darling," you heard him groan, his voice hoarse from having just woken up.

"Goodmorning," you said, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. This simple action of affection meant more to him than you knew.

He looked at you.

Gorgeous.

The sun was coming up behind you, the light making you look golden with light. Shining. Your hair was slightly messy, with bite marks going down your neck. He smirked, a bit proud of his work.

Angelic.

Really, there was no better way to describe you.

"What are you staring at?" You mumbled, his hand going up to caress your face.

"Just the beautiful angel in front of me... for a sinner such as myself is not worthy of your heavenly presence."

Obsession

Isn't

Healthy

But

Since

When

Did

You

Listen

To

Rationality

?

To the person that requested this, thank you and I'm sorry if it wasn't up to your expectations

#alice in borderland #banda sunato #banda sunato × reader #×reader #fluff #love this little psycho man #banda is a guy with a slutty waist convince me otherwise bitches

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

Agoraphobic - 1

AN: just being a fan of him... (how could i ever live without him beforeee.....)

WARNINGs: war stuff, violence, guns

Part 2 here.

You've been reassigned.. Again. It was the 4th time this year. Somehow you weren't compatibile with any of the teams they have put you in. Despite being one of the best out there. Then you got a call on a lazy afternoon. You are to report to the main base in RAF Lakenheath for briefing, then be deployed with your new team. To where? You did not know. You packed your gear, put on your famous mask. Fox skull, covering your whole face, only your eyes showing. Vibrant green eyes, shining out from behind the black paint and the mask. You did not put on casual clothing. Having less things to pack if in hurry, always being ready for action.. You were practical on the battlefield. It was a thing to say you were silent. Only talking when talked to. Sometimes not even then. You weren't one for words. Having made no attachments in the field, or in civilian life made it easier for you. If you died there was noone to mourn you. That made you unstoppable in battle. Your sneaky nature, your feather light steps.. The legend was that before taking out enemies you always gave your position away.. (Okay honestly mostly from directly behind them, mere second before blasting their brains out..) with a giggle. The giggle of death. The few who lived long enough would turn, and the last thing they saw was the fox mask with the vibrant green eyes, shaped to smile.

The new team was already in the briefing room when you arrived in the parking lot. The admiral just started briefing them about recieving a new member he thinks they'll have no problem accomodating, since they already had a quiet, deadly, masked member. Then they heard a giggle outside the door. They looked at eachother, then somehow, without opening the door, you leaned between Roach and Soap, scaring the living shit out of them without uttering a single word. Price and Ghost aughed quietly on the otherside of the table, when you locked eyes with Ghost. THE Ghost. Unable to look away, you only heard the Admiral introducing you.

-Well 141, I present you, the Fox.

You nod, before sitting down, closer to the admiral. Crossing your right leg on the left, waiting for the briefing.

The 141 looked at eachother again, while Ghost just stared at you, as you at him.

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On the chopper you sat between Soap and Price.

-So, Fox, you have a real name too? - asked Soap smiling at you.

-I have. - you answered. You never told your name to anyone though. That lead straight to attachments.

-What's your headcount? - asked another one, even more cheery than the one next to you.

-34 205. -you stated as a fact, as if it wasn't the highest of them all. A mere woman in a mask, and to be so deadly. Ghost's head shot to you.

-Damn girl. - said Roach with a single clap. You smiled to yourself, looking down in your lap. This was too much conversation already.

Arriving in the base, the chopper had not even stopped or landed for that matter when you jumped out, knife in hand, disappearing into the halls. No matter that this was a base occupied by other teams, you always checked every nook. The 141 were your new team, you were responsible for them as well. It doesn't matter you did not know a thing about them, you weren't gonna let any of them get hurt.

The next they saw you was after dinner. Price walked up to you as you smoked. Your back to him.

-Afternoon Captn'. - you said, earning a chuckle from him.

-Afternoon Sergeant Fox. We missed you at dinner. - he stated.

-Been securing the field sir. - you stated in a monotone voice, before offering him a cigarette.

-How'd you know it was me? - he asked. Ghost was like this too, but he never gave away the secret.

-Your steps. Everyone is easily identifyable from their steps.

He hummed. You opened up to him a little more. You were the little sister of his wife. The only thing you didn't know that he knew. He would remember those eyes everywhere.

-See you in the cot Captn. - you said putting out your cigarette.

-(Y/n).. - he said, making you stop in your tracks. -this is not your average team. These people are a good fit for you. The world won't end if you open up a bit. - he said, making you nod, and leave. So he knew.. you thought. Perhaps you should start wearing glasses. When you entered the sleeping quarters, you saw they've all got settled in, Ghost sharpening his blades beside yours. An MRE packet on your cot. Soap said in turning:

-Missed dinner, saved you the good one. - he said.

-Thank you Sergeant. - you said.

-Soap. - he motioned with his hand in the air as if saluting.

This really was different from all your teams before. They seemed okay with your ways. The quietness, the mask, the weird stuff. Perhaps you'd stay. You picked up the MRE, and walked out, feeling Ghost's stare bore a hole into the back of your neck.

Next day you were in the forest outside a russian occupied base. They lost sight of you for the past 5 minutes.

Then when contempltaing to enter or not, their comms were filled with a gentle whisper.

-141 do you copy?

-Where are you Sergeant ? - asked Pierce.

-To your 3 Captn, roof. Three agents to my 6, 5 to my 11. Base has around 22 more.

-Great, Roach, come with me, we'll take the 3 on the ground, Ghost, Soap, up the roof, we'll meet in the middle.

-Copy that. - sounded in unison.

By the time they got to the roof, you took out all 5. As you entered the base with them, they dealt with the ones in front of you, while you made sure Price and Roach could enter without problem. You felt safe. Ghost's presence behind you constantly gave you a sense of safety. You heard from him. Christmas with family every one in a few years, the legends your previous teams told eachother. He was just as good as you. Price was fond of him. Then when the gunshots stopped there was silence. A single click could be heard, before the infamous giggle.

You stood behind Price, with your knife to a russians throat who had a gun pointed ad him.

-You would be wise to put down your gun. - you whispered to his ears. And he fucking trembled in your hold. Your team turning towards you. Your eyes meeting Ghost's. By the look of it, he was smiling, probably proud.

-The only thing keeping me from slitting your throat is that we need information. - you whispered in the ear of the enemy in russian. His eyes going wild.

-Лиса. - he whispered in a trembling voice.

-What'd he say? - asked Soap.

-Fox. - you stated. Of course you were infamous in their circles. You took out more of them than they can replace.

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As you left the interogation room, passing Ghost, you stopped beside him.

-All yours big guy. - you said before leaving.

He took in a sharp breath, much to your liking. Then he proceeded with the interrogation. You were out in the back smoking, Price appearing again.

-Good work today Sergeant.

-Thank you Captn'.

-You can leave some of the work to us you know. - he chuckled.

-If i can get the team out of there without any scratches, i'm gonna make sure they do Capt'n. With all due respect, without me you'd be dead.

-That is true, i meant before that. You do not have to carry this team on your shoulders. These men are the bests out there, and i am glad you ended up with us as well. 141 is now unadmittedly the deadliest team out there.

-Glad to hear Cap.

-So what do you think?

-What do i think of what?

-The team.

-With all due respect sir, i am not here to make friends. I am here to do my job.

You said before leaving. An MRE was on your cot again. As you picked it up, Soap already saluting in the air with his back to you.

After you ate, you went out to the roof for one last smoke when Ghost joined you. You wordlessly offered him a cigarette he took it, as you both sat there in silence. You felt his stare on your face, and you were afraid of looking him in the eye. The fucking Fox was afraid to look a man in the eye. You felt he would stare into your very soul, extracting your secrets. So you didn't turn. When you finished, he lent a hand to you, to help you stand up wordlessly.

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Your next mission was a stake out. You, Soap and Ghost, in a shack out in the woods, near suspected routes. To make it seem abandoned you could not light a fire, so no heat, no warm food. You sat by the window, smoking quietly, Soap fast asleep in the next room. You felt a presence behind you, then weight on your shoulders. Ghost put a blanket around you. He still didn't talk, and you appreciated it. He was the only one who did not try to talk to you, yet you had an understanding. Communicating almost only with stares. His eyes held so much pain, yet somehow still soft, there was a kind of longing. His stare bore deeper these days. You did not know that yesterday, he had mistakenly opened the door to the bathroom, just as you opened the water on yourself. He saw the scars littering your body, your form, your hair falling on your back. He did not see your face, but he sure was a man. In that moment all he wanted was to take your dogtags in his hand and urge you closer to him.. perhaps walking up behind you and pressing your back to his front. Some warmth he experienced long ago.. He quickly left though. Ever since then he did little acts of kindness, he himself did not understood.

As a week passed and you felt yourself opening up to him a bit more. Sometimes you even talked. Soap too.

-So what's with the mask? - Soap asked. You briefly looked at Ghost.

-Being unidentifyable helps. Both with enemies and teammates.

-Why would it help with teammates?

-You wouldn't recognize me in civil. Easier to not get attached, not being friends. Isn't it? - you asked with a chuckle, lighting another cigarette.

-I agree with that. - said Ghost.

-You're unbeliavable. I can't believe i am stuck with two Ghosts. - laughed Soap. You and Ghost looked at eachother with hidden smiles. That night Ghost was who took the "night shift". You were sleeping on the couch beside him, not being able to sleep with Soap snoring beside you. When he noticed russians on the perimeter of the forest. He slowly grabbed your ankle. You woke up immediately. He signed to you that there are enemies nearby. You took a hold of your knives, strapping them on you, locking the door on Soap. It had no windows, he would be safe there. You took your sniper rifle heading for the upper floor. Ghost killed them one by one from the living room, you from the first floor. When you didn't see any more, you went down, getting ready to go out, search them and the forest nearby for any survivors.

He had the same thought, but caught your forearm before you opened the door. He moved your back, pressing you to his chest,his hand on your arm, the other going to rest gently on your waist, as he pressed his forehead to the back of your head, rendering you motionless.

-Careful out there. - he whispered.

-Not getting rid of me so easily. - you said standing still. He inhaled slowly. The scent of peaches. He never knew he would like it. Nod slowly, letting go of you.

You searched the perimeter on opposite sides of the shack. Then you heard gunshots. You ran. There were about 11 men in total. You took out as much as you could. Then you saw one firing at Ghost. A bullet grazed his side, but he moved just as unfazed as you would've. When all the men were dead, you ran up to him, Checking his side.

-I'm fine.

-You're not. C'mon, I'll patch you up.

-I can do it myself.

-You got hurt under my watch, I'm.. i'll help.

-It was my watch, and i am your liutenant. Step down sergeant. - he said with emotionless voice.

You looked him in the eyes, guilt in his, hurt in yours. You nod and turned around, walking back to the house.

When he got back he only hear Soap shouting at you for locking him in instead of waking up. When he entered Soap turned to him in silence.

-I am so fucking fed up with you masked asshats thinking you're better than anyone of us. I'm not some kid you're babysitting.

-Oh fuck off. - you said before leaving the shack again. Ghost staring after you. You were maybe mistaken about this being a fitting team for you. Anyhow in a few hours a chopper will come and take you all back to the base.

The way back was silent. Each of you were silent for a different reason. Soap was furious, Ghost did not know what to say, nor did he want to, and you.. you were hurt.

Back in the briefing room Ghost as the highest rank amongs you three, told the captain what happened. The whole team there. When he finished the Captain sighed and moved to speak.

-Sergeants, anything you want to add?

You stood up, clearing your throat.

-Requesting reassignment Captain.

-On what grounds? - he asked while every eye shot to you.

-Conflict of interest. Can't work with individuals not accepting clear, logical reasoning of help. - you stated.

Ghost scoffed.

-Anything to add Lieutenant? - Price sighed. He knew this wouldn't be easy, but you to already want to resign after 2 months... he was frustrated. He promised your sister to keep you here, and keep you safe.

-Sargeant Fox is refering to me, refusing her help to stich up my side after the attack. I think it is not a reason for reassignment.

-Lieutenant i think i am perfectly capable of deciding if i have a reason for reassignment or not. - you fought back.

Your stare off with him was disturbed by Roach whispering to Price.

-This is the most i've heard them speak in months. - making Soap laugh. You both looked at him, and he threw his hands up in surrender while smiling.

Price cleared his throat again.

-Request to reassign denied. See you all on the chopper back to the main base at 0700.

You furiously left.

Soap looked at you, then at Ghost staring after you with an emotion in his eyes he never saw before, before he shook his head, leaving.

-I think that's progress. - he said to Price.

-You call that progress?

-Have you seen any of them talk this much or so this much feeling? - he laughed before leaving.

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You felt him staring at you the whole way to the base. YOu refused to look at him. Good thing he didn't know you, or didn't have ways to contact you. Spending christmas at home, with your family, and now your Captain was enough.

-How's Simon? - asked your sister from her husband. You did not remember a Simon on the team.

-He's fine. Strong headed as ever. I invited him over for new years eve if thats fine.

-Course he's fine, i'm actually quite hurt you didn't invite him for christmas.

You rolled your eyes. So much formality and feelings. Maybe you could skip new years eve this year.

-No, I know what you're thinking again.. You cannot skip it. - said your sister with a smile to you, making you sigh.

-Fine. Just don't try to push your friends at me.

Price just smirked. He knew what you did not. You're gonna meet with Simon on New Years eve, and none of you will know the other without the masks.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #ghost x reader #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #cod mw ghost

[freckliedan]

If you could relive any memory of your past, what would it be?

god this is a hard question. there's so many directions i could go with this????like?

firstly. my biggest interest is actually my OCs, and the story they exist in started as a dream that i had in 2009 when i was 13. i started writing the dream down as soon as i woke up, but my sister tried talking to me before i finished and i forgot how it ended. if i could re-live that memory it'd breathe new life and a lot of clarifying direction into the current version of the story even WITHOUT the pieces i never was able to hold on to, but i'd get those back too.

second option? i would relive one of my best days. some terrible things happened to me the winter of 2020-2021 and i think being able to exist in my own brain from a time before that would have an amazing positive impact on my ability to heal. which like, for that i'd be choosing between a) opening night of the musical that my husband art @cuartist and i wrote & produced at our old high school (their senior year, the year after i graduated) b) the trip me and art took to visit our best friend cam @canis-la-trans right before we dated him for a year, which is also the first time we met aries @freckliephil and rowan @asterlark in person—and that's my FAMILY that's my soulmates!!!! or c) either the day dan howell came out IMMEDIATELY before i got on an airplane to visit @freckliephil or the several days later (i had a first half of my trip elsewhere) when we got to get so stupidly fucking stoned and scream our hearts out about how right we were.

but also like in a third entirely different direction: i'd relive meeting my husband. you'd think this was a romantic answer and i guess it technically is but it's actually because neither of us knows when we met and i'd love to have an answer to that question. we went to a k-12 (public) school from when i was 7 and they were less than a month to turning 7 onwards and i already knew he existed by the time i was 9. so what fucking gives.

yes we've known eachother 20 years. but we were nemises for at least the first 8. probably closer to 9.

ummmmmmm god. i love being strategic. i think that choosing the 2017 memory would have the best overall impact on me in the present. but the one i'd most want to choose is the 2009 memory for my story. if this was actually possible for me i'd bring it to a council of my friends for their input.

#jam replies #ty for the ask!!

[meimi-haneoka]

Thank you so much for the long reply! Honestly, I watched CCS as a preteen and this is my first rewatch since then. Subtle portrayals of wealth or class, particularly in Syaoran's case, really didn't register my brain at that age, particularly since I come from a similar colonial city with British influenced legacy. It was only when I revisited the Movie 1 recently did I notice those subtle signs. Watching it, I went "Wait, that's the Peak Tram. Wait a sec, he lives on Victoria Peak in Hong Kong. Wait, that is a mansion in the infamously cramped Hong Kong. Boy is definitely wealthy." I think it was also because unlike in the case of the Daidouji/Amamiya family where displays of wealth are pretty overt, the Lis are relatively subdued. Or maybe it's because we are seeing the show from Sakura's POV that we are more exposed to the former than the latter. *Shrugs* On a second ask, what do think will be Akiho and Kaito's ending in this arc? I sincerely hope that those two settle down in Tomoeda away from that horrible Squid Clan and Association and live peacefully amongst their loving and accepting friends. I am also worried about Kaito's life span or force and Akiho's core which was damaged by being overwritten, so I wonder whether the HOPE card will come into play and save it via a miracle or something.

And here I am replying to you too, thank you so much for sending this ask!!! It came right before my tumblr post so I decided to keep it for when I'd have already written that and expressed my thoughts on the most recent events...

I have to say that, just like you, the wealth of the Li's didn't exactly register in my brain when I watched CCS the first time around as a teen (also because I was ignorant about the places that were depicted in movie 1), but as I held tight onto my love for CCS along the years, I came eventually in contact with people that explained to me that actually the place where the Li mansion is located really exists (along with others depicted in the movie) and it's also a very high-end residential area! I'm also inclined to believe that we're more aware of the wealth of the Daidouji family because we see things from Sakura's perspective and also because that touches Sakura herself (well, after the reconciliation with her father, some of the wealth of the Amamiya's was offered to Sakura too 👀).

Passing to your second ask (I shamelessly get all giddy whenever I have to answer to an ask about Kaito and Akiho), oh I absolutely wish the same as you. I really hope they can settle down in Tomoeda where they have a "trusted network" of friends that can support them, because I bet whatever you want that they won't escape this Clear Card Arc completely unscathed. There'll be some unresolved mess or something that won't let them live completely carefree, so they'll need all the help they can get. I think Akiho in particular will go back to live with Kaito, but she will always be considered "one of the family" by the Kinomoto's, and I don't think there'd be a better arrangement for her. Kaito also needs to be welcomed into "the group" and interact with people more to dismantle piece by piece his self-loathing. But most importantly, those two need to finally live a life together without masks, being honest with eachother, and growing up together while supporting one another (because yes, Kaito is quite immature and does have a lot to learn too). In this way, with time, they'll be eventually ready to enter a full-fledged relationship (because yes I really do hope a complete happy ending for them. I honestly can't think about what they were capable to do for eachother without screaming in my head 'soulmates').

Alas, CLAMP might have in mind to decide to make Akiho and Kaito (with Momo!!! Momo cannot be left out of the picture) continue traveling around the world. If they'll still have problems with the Squids/Association, they might need to do so in order to escape from their grasp.....who knows. I'd feel a lot less at ease in that case, though.

And yes, your worries are my worries too and I hope they'll get addressed in the next chapter: going back to the previous world is fun and all but there are some big problems to solve if we really want this to be a happy ending....In that regard, I'm talking about it with people lately and it's growing more and more popular the theory that Sakura will produce a Card to solve one or more of those problems, with the appearance of Kaito and Akiho (they're the only ones missing from the new cards, after all!). It'd be really good if the "manga version" of the Hope Card was assigned to them 🥹I would cry!

#reply #ccsakura #clear card arc #card captor sakura

[flowerycoffin]

My headcanons for characters sexualities in my fav shows pt. 3

“Kill la Kill” (Please someone tell me I’m not the only one who watched that)

Quick vent before starting: third part took me so long because june is never a pleasant month for me. First came a burn out, a solid burn out. I didn’t felt any joy drawing not counting few sketches. Later came everyones favourite period because of which I couldn’t move from couch and sometimes was falling asleep because of pain (yes, ways my body invented to minimalise a pain are wierd) and last but not least came heat waves and rapidly changing weather from 32 degrees celcius (don’t tell me it’s nice temperature, I’m dying ok) and cloud-less sky to heavy rain with bolts during one day. Before I got better already it was 20th and I was like ‘Oh fluff let’s work with what I already have, fluff it it’s fine nobody will notice this broken everything’.

Also mild trigger warning: I’m going to vaguely cover sexual abuse and interpersonal problems. Nothing going really deep into topics but I know it can be stresing for some. On last picture there’s cartoon blood so yeah. And idk if it’s trigger warning but I’m going into a bit shipy area ‘cause my brain still doesn’t work like it should.

Ok, without further ado - first of all - Satsuki, Nonon and Inumuta

Whole three is polyamorous and all of them are dating eachother. I was thinking for a long time how their relationship would look like because everyone who watched anime knows that Satsuki was molested by her own mother and would probably have a lot of problems trying to be in romantic relationship, but I think that Houka and Jakuzure would constantly make her remember why they love her and why she matters.

Next one - Mako, Ryuko and Ira

Starting with Matoi - she’s a lesbian. C’mon guys we all know she’s wlw. As much as I love Ryuko x Mako I did not drew them together in romantic scenery because I’m afraid that any ship with Ryuko involved won’t last long. Don’t get me wrong - I love her, I think she deserves all best after all she experienced, but her attachment and anger issues are shown during whole series. Of course she progresses with a course of time (take her relationship with Senketsu for example) but I feel that with a current state she would need a couple of years to build a healthy relationship.

Mako being pan is clear ‘ok I need more people loving more than one gender but don’t make it bi this time’. Mako is just Mako. She defies logic and so does my headcanon.

Ira Gamagori is demisexual and perfectly represents kinky acespec (yes they exist, look it up). Our great manly man feeling sexual attraction only after making bond with someone just vibes with me. Also drawing him was so easy for some reason. I don’t know why or what makes him being so comfortable to draw but Sasori is in danger when it comes to still being my comfort character.

Yay, last one of our main cast - UZU I’M-GONNA-YELL-TO-NO-END-AT-BATTLEFIELD SANAGEYAMA

Uzu is aro-ace. Dude had to be so cool and cold during whole series, when he finally got a chance he got onto empty field and started cherrishing his life free from killing Ragyo plan. Yeah, back to headcanon - I dunno what to say honestly, it just stuck with me one night and it became my headcanon from now on. I just looked at him and was like. Yep, fellow aroace on the way (my brain is melting at this point but I don’t want to procrastinate with this one anymore).

Oh gosh I think we forgot about somebody again. Who could it be?

Fluff Ragyo and Nui. They don’t deserve headcanons!

Part 1  Part 2

#kill la kill #klk #satsuki kiryuin #nonon jakuzure #houka inumuta #ira gamagori #mako mankanshoku #ryuko matoi #uzu sanageyama #ragyo kiryuin #nui harime #i have to rewatch series when I’ll finally have no other things to focus on #my art

[neon-lights-stardust-nights]

how does Kronos get along with the rest of the rogues? (personally I always imagine the iceberg lounge as like... a micky's house of mouse situation visa vi villians, so I just kinda assume they all know eachother tangentially)

I've always liked the idea that they all at least have heard of each other! If not all at least had that one time where they were forced to work with someone for a mutual goal they otherwise wouldn't have. This is the start to most of Kronos' interactions with other rogues.

Iceberg Lounge is exactly how MOST of them met faer. Riddler got a taste of the tech when Kronos was still Zacharie--still civilian. I'm messing with the timeline of events a little, but all that matters is that there was a space of time between working with Riddler, and being kidnapped by Crane.

Oswald first, because I'm debating rewatching Gotham again. So, I have Penguin on the brain. They've worked together a few times, though fae doesn't trust him with the gadgets himself. (He would've loved to steal one, but he has no goddamn idea how to work them anyway...) As alluded to here, one of those times included Kronos jumping in to bail him out of trouble. They have a very mafia view of each other, if that makes sense... It's a relationship sustained mostly on debts one accrues to the other. There'd probably be something friendlier there if it weren't for all those years fae spent kidnapped...

Speaking of which: Joker. Fae and him have a very tense relationship. He was the other one who tried to kidnap faer pretty immediately after the source of Riddler's new gadgets got leaked... A bad start, according to a still civilian Zacharie... Though the attempt was thwarted by Crane, that was it's own set of bad omens and tragedies. These days, Kronos finds faerself wondering more and more how things would've gone if Joker had succeeded instead. Not great, fae imagined, but being worked to death like someone in a sweatshop seems preferable to the hell Crane showed faer. They had their own "fine, we work together" moment--much more tense on Kronos' end than Joker's. For the most part, Kronos avoids him like the creepy uncle at a family reunion, despite the faux friendly act Joker pulls with his favorite broken clock...

Zsasz and faer are oddly friendly all things considered. Kronos always wanted to ask him to teach faer how to shoot, but it's never felt right. He probably would, at least. Probably. Their meetings are more sparse and less professional, only crossing paths incidentally. He's never had a reason to kill faer, and Kronos has been very careful to not give him one. The one time things came close to Kronos interfering with a job, fae escaped with a bomb that slowed time, and an apology letter. He at least hasn't tried to turn faer to mincemeat yet, so Kronos assumes the apology and the prompt leaving of his target well and good in a spot to be killed bought faers life on that one. No matter how casual he is with faer, Kronos always reacts like a dog who's been hit before. Maybe it's for the best.

Two Face and faer used to talk. He was the closest thing to a link to Bruce that Zacharie ever had. Back when he was only one Harvey (mind the spelling!) After everything went wrong in Two Face's life, Zacharie was already a borderline hikikomori. How things changed for the both of them... When they met up again, they were both well and set into their personas. Kronos was younger before anyway, and they collectively viewed faer a bit like a punk kid trying to muscle into where fae didn't belong. To Vey, it's largely a "you aren't cut out for this" kind of thing (whereas Vie just doesn't like the idea of another guy trying to claim turf and such.) It didn't help that post-Crane, most of faers villainy was supported by Strange. They see faer kind of like the rich kid who got an early start on things via a loan from daddy, though Kronos really wants to reconnect with an old friend. C'est la vie.

The last one I can say has any real thought behind it thus far is Jervis Tetch. Hatter and faer are incredibly friendly, all things considered. Not even just like Zsasz, where fae is very convinced one day fae'll be the name on that hitlist! They just get along! It helps that a brunet with a goatee doesn't really fit the profile of his Alice(s) though. Fae also is smarter than to drink the tea he offers, though fae's been coerced before. They largely work together on much smaller projects--none of the giant heists other rogues contact faer about. The applications of each others research to (well) each other are fascinating to them both! Seemingly endless nights were spent pouring over each others notes, tinkering away at something they both saw as grander than it would've been otherwise... Though they worked together less and less as Kronos came into faers own, and perhaps a certain Hatter harbors some resentment over that. Perhaps fae should watch the drinks fae buys at the lounge very fucking carefully.

#asks #anon #kronos #WAAAAAAAAH THANK YOU

[gaia-is-here-now]

vent haha

after years of exclusion from things and being brushed off and people telling me "it's nothing don't worry about it" when I ask what people are up to and me being the only one not at certain events by some circumstance or another, I've kind of developed this response to when I see friends in friend groups I'm in that have existed longer than I've been in them already having in-jokes and connections.

it makes me jealous and self conscious and I don't want to be jealous about it I feel bad about being jealous of the connection other people share with eachother and even though the exclusion isn't there, it's kind of a mix of my own brain and past experiences telling me "you're annoying them" and me never actually learning how to make friends (instead people who are more outgoing ended up reaching out to me first) and I feel like I'm less of a friend than the existing friend group and I'm just intruding and it would be better if I wasn't there

so I end up isolating myself even though the only thing that happened was an existing friend group that graced me with the privelidge of their presence we're enjoying themselves and each other's company and it makes me feel so jealous and that makes me feel like a shitty person and like it's for the better that I didn't stay because if I had stayed I would have just brought the mood down and nobody wants that.

it always leads to me isolating myself and the only friend groups I have ever actually stuck with over the years are the ones I was there for the creation of and I was a part of the original roster because then I feel like I truly belong? I dunno, I feel like whenever I join something new I can never stick around because people have already made friends and experiences and there's this invisible wall that only I can see blocking me out and I'm not sure if it's created by others or by my own brain just trying to avoid another "oh it's nothing"

I just wish

actually I don't know what I wish

I wish I had friends in a similar age range to me that won't make me feel excluded and won't make me feel jealous

I don't like feeling jealous it makes me feel like a bad person and I don't want to be a bad person

I hate that part of me I hate how easily I can become super jealous about things

why is making friends so hard :[ please I just want to feel included and like I'm part of the group and even if they don't mean it, a lot of the friend groups I've ever been in have felt super alienating when it comes down to it

I just

I want friends, man

I want

I dunno

I don't wanna cry but I'm halfway there already

it's not even just friend groups I'm in, either

whenever I see a group of friends just having fun and enjoying being friends it makes me so fucking jealous. I'm so goddamn envious of that connection. and I feel angry but not at them but kind of at myself because in the end it *is* my fault that I can't have that because it's nothing anyone is doing to exclude me, they are just going about business as usual, but I just feel so fucking envious of the connection and I feel like I don't belong and they pity me and don't actually want to be my friend and I'm so FUCKING paranoid about there being a seperate chat or server where I'm not in it because that's happened before! and it fucking hurts! a lot!

god. fuck. I crave human connection. please

please please please why

why am I like this

I can't fucking interact with people because I'm terrified and intimidated by the mere prospect of it, ESPECIALLY in real life, so I post shit places just in hopes that someone will fucking comment or something so I have words directed at me in any capacity. because I'm so fucking bad at talking to people that the only way I can fill my "human social contact" quota is to hope and pray someone leaves like three words on something.

I'm not an extrovert. that seems fucking exhausting and like hell. I'm very introverted. but god I want friends my age who I can worldbuild with and play minecraft with and make characters with and who I can talk to and listen to music with and just. please I want this so bad. please.

whenever I see people @ eachother I get fucking sad. because nobody ever @'s me. people don't think of me when they see a post and that gets this fucking idea in my head that my friends don't think of me and it's a FUCKED UP way to think and it's FUCKING WRONG and I feel so fucking needy. I feel like a fucking burden and like I'm just craving attention from everyone around me because if I don't get enough, if I am ignored or something for long enough I start wondering if it's my fault and if I did something wrong because I never KNOW if I do something wrong because I don't know what is the fucking RIGHT thing to do in a friendship because I keep FUCKING ISOLATING MYSELF

please I just wanna play minecraft and make collab art and make gift art for friends (that don't exist) and occasionally get gift art from friends (that don't exist) bc that's what my brain counts as friendship. I feel unknowably loved when someone enjoys my friendship enough to give me a gift and it happens so fucking rarely and I wish I registered other acts of kindness the same way I registered gifts but I FUCKING DONT because my brain likes making things as hard as fucking possible for no fucking reason and I fucking hate it. I feel selfish. I feel jealous and I feel like I'm a bad person for wanting things and I can never ask for things fucking ever because I don't want to be a burden on people or seem too needy and I need to strategize and hype myself up to ask for things for several days or weeks and sometimes months. simple things. simple fucking things. I can't fucking ask for things.

whoo boy this is long and rambly and I don't think it helped very much but I wrote it and I'm gonna post it and probably think I'm a fucking idiot tomorrow or something. I dunno.

[memes-saved-me]

No mirrors. That was the rule if Billy was going to stay with Steve after being discharged from intensive care. Gone or covered up for when he got there. A demand that threw Steve because Billy had always had mirrors around, looked for his reflection in car windows and television screens. Not anymore.

It wasn't until Steve saw him walking out of the hospital exit that he understood why, he knew himself that he would feel exactly the same way. His hair completely gone, hia hands shaking as he opened the passenger door and slipped inside carefully. That was when he truly understood the reasoning, his face.

His once perfectly even tanned complexion replaced by a scar running across from his left cheek, over his nose and just missing his right eye splitting his eyebrow in half. Raw and red contrasting with his now pale skin, still healing like the rest of him. His cheeks more hollow than Steve remembered, his shoulders smaller and the fire in his eyes completely gone.

This was the shell of the boy who once beat him half to death. The same boy who challenged his every move, watched him for a year at a distance. Except, it wasn't him. Not anymore.

It wasn't like he was the first option for where he would go. Joyce had left town before he was released, Hopper gone and Max refusing to let him return home. Her reasoning being a valid argument that Steve couldn't disagree with.

They weren't enemies, just not really friends but at a mutual understanding. The kind of understanding that somehow leads to a very confusing hand job in the toilets at prom, which would have definitely went further if someone hadn't banged on the door needing a drunken shit.

Steve had thought of visiting, for that moment's sake but Max had turned him away. Explained he didn't want anyone to see him, something he now understood. So he stayed away, asked for updates and eventually offered his spare bedroom for him to hide in until....well whatever was next.

A hey and a thanks were exchanged before Steve took off for home, nothing else being said until Billy followed Steve through the front door with his hood thrown up, eyes glued to the floor.

"Thanks for this," He said, almost whispered as Steve put his bags down.

"No problem, man."

The Mindflayer had swallowed up Billy Hargrove, a boy filled with fear and rage only to spit him back out barely recognisable. He'd had a run down of his medical file, chlorine and bleach to the stomach means so strong foods for a long time. Temporary brain damage that faded but could reoccur if he has an episode caused by some sort of trigger or PTSD. Damage to his lungs causing asthma and frequent attacks. A list of medication and appointments up until next year.

It was a miracle he was standing there. Different but alive.

On the third day into his stay Steve caught a glance at his body as he climbed out of the shower with the door half open. Scars running up his sides, an explosion on white tissue on his chest and back. What looked almost like white vines crawling up his arms to his elbows. No mirrors made more and more sense the more Steve saw.

Billy didn't sleep, if he did he woke up yelling for help. Causing Steve to instinctively come running along the landing to see if he was alright, only to find him curled in a ball with streams of tears down his cheeks.

It was gut wrenching to see him like this, his life now a living nightmare he couldn't escape and all Steve could do was feed him and check his meds. That was until one night as he turned to leave he heard; "Wait."

"Do you need a drink or something?" Steve replied.

"Stay with me. Please," For the first time since he had picked him up their eyes met.

"Okay."

At first he crawled in beside him and turned over to face away from the boy, the feelings he was still trying to figure out. Then he began sleeping in his bed every night, running his fingers down his back to calm him. Eventually their fingers entwined, bodies getting closer and closer until their faces were mere centimetres apart in the darkness of the spare bedroom.

"You know prom?" Steve asked, Billy eyes fluttering open.

"Yeah."

"I think about it a lot you know?"

"Really? I thought you were too drunk to remember all that," Billy replied and Steve shifted his body closer.

"I wanted it to keep going."

"Oh," Billy breathed and looked away for a second.

"I think I like you.. a lot."

There was a silence, the kind that makes you want to shove whatever you had just said right back into your mouth and run away to Spain.

"I've liked you since I got here. I was just drunk enough to actually try it at prom so when you went with it I thought it was going to happen again but," This was the most he had spoken in two weeks. "Then summer happened and well..."

"Really?" Steve asked. "Do you still like me?"

"Yeah."

It was as if his body moved before his brain could process it. Their lips met soft, gentle. Just long enough to remind Steve of that toilet stall. "Wow."

"But my face...my body..it's-."

"It's what? Scarred? Injured and healing? So what?" Steve interrupted him.

After that Billy began to smile every so often, at dumb jokes or whenever Steve walked past him. Billy moved into Steve's room, their bodies now pressed up against eachother to help stop the night terrors. Which it somehow did, expect for the odd few that nearly sent Steve flying out of bed with his heart in his throat.

The scars didn't fade but the idea of their hideousness did, ever so gradually with Steve's help. Every late night lying entwined half naked and exhausted as he traced the white lines on his chest helped more than he would ever know. Every nice word used to describe them, every sharpy line making them into pictures of badly drawn animals making Billy laugh. Smile.

Still no mirrors. A rule that fully added itself up when Billy confessed it wasn't just his appearance but the memories of staring at himself trying to figure out what was happening to him. Watching the reflection of himself put Heather into the bathtub, catch glimpses of himself in the rear view mirror of his car. So no mirrors it was, at least for now.

But that was more than fair considering how far he bad come, his hair growing in patchy and awkward but neither of them cared because it really didn't matter. His doctor explained it would simply he up to his body how long it took to fix itself, a fact Billy nodded along to and later groaned about during the ride back home.

Domestic bliss at times, horrible and scary at others. Some nights filled with laughter, others with tears and worry. Highs and lows but the lows becoming less and less frequent as time went on.

A whispered I love you so much and a returned I love you more than anything I could have ever imagined shared under a blanket in the dark. Followed by slow and careful sex. The only kind Billy could manage but this was different. A moment to remember. Just another in the many they had already shared, along with the many to come.

#i honestly don't know where this went #i wanted to explore scarred Billy #and ended up writing a hurt/comfort ficlet... #wow #billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #fic #writing #tw injury #i did not proof read this btw

[nihyunluvskookie]

It's his birthday ~

Seungcheol one shot

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol × Female reader 

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1.4 K

A/N: It’s cheol’s birthday, i just thought how it would've been if we celebrated his birthday like this? seungcheol, deserves all the love in this world, he deserves the whole universe, he is just so lovely. 

[11:45 pm]

I looked at the clock and him, simultaneously, he looked so adorable when he sleeps, I was admiring his face, he looks like a fallen angel, I just love him, how did we become like this? looking back to our days, I fell for him at the very first sight, I didn’t realize how he became so important for me, I started caring about him and started liking him until I realized I am already in love with him and today I am here, by his side. My fingers went to his bangs and I started admiring it, his bangs looks so pretty on him. his hair always wants me to run my fingers through his hair, only I know how much I resist it, because they are just soft. Like his boy who is sleeping peacefully infront of me, is just perfect, and I am madly in love with him, more like totally smitten by him. I looked at the time, the clock shower 11:50pm.

I went down to my kitchen, I didn’t want to wake him up now or else my surprise will be ruined, I had to tip top because of him, although this big baby is sleeping but he will find out that I am not by his side and will start searching. I went down hurriedly.

I went to check the cake, it looked perfectly baked, I took it out carefully, it was hot. I took out the cream and cherries, cheol loves cherries. I started decorating it slowly and carefully, my patience will help me today, I have to hurry but I can’t mess this cake. After I was done with cream, I started placing cherries, and once I am done, I looked at the clock, it showed 11:56pm.

I still have 4 minutes, I took out the candles, and placed it carefully on cake, and switched off all the lights except the lights I used for decorations. One good thing that happened, I managed to do this with Jeonghan and Joshua. I looked at the time once more, they should’ve been here by now, I went to the door, and opened it, in a hope maybe they will arrive soon. I was getting impatient, I wished they didn’t call me on my phone because it’s not with me right now, I left it on my bedroom. I just closed the door, without locking it so that they can get access to it when they arrive and they don’t need to ring the doorbell. I looked at the clock and it showed 11:59pm.

I sighed because of Hannie and Shua, I went running to the bedroom.

There he was sleeping peacefully and looked so comfortable and ethereal while sleeping. I went near him and tried waking him up.

“Love, wake up.” I tried waking him up, I was so desperate to wish him at 12:00 because I know he will get sulky if I miss 12:00 am after few attempts he woke up, he rubbed his eyes sweetly, he smiled and looked confused, “What’s wrong baby? Why are you awake?” he looked so adorable and confused. Before he could speak another word, I wished him

[12:00 am]

“Happy Birthday baby” and hugged him tight.

I could feel he was taken aback for a second and smiled, I could feel his smile, he hugged me back.

“Thankyou so much princess”

“It’s your birthday today, did you forget?” I asked him, still not leaving him.

“Yes, I forgot but now I remember”

“You were so sulky last time when hannie didn’t wish you at 12:00 am and now look at you, forgetting your own birthday” I told him, he pulled back from the hug.

“But now I have you, who will remind me everytime if I forget something” before I could say him something, he pulled me into a kiss, he pulled me closer and my hands went to his neck, I just couldn’t help myself, I missed his soft tender lips on me, before he could kiss me deeper I pulled back. He pouted, very obviously he didn’t want to stop.

“Don’t pout now let’s go downstairs” I held his hand,

“Close your eyes before we go downstairs and no cheating and also don’t open until I tell you to.” he closed his eyes, and he didn’t cheat like last time, Jeonghan gives him so many ideas, I just can’t believe him, like he got an amazing brain, well he is Yoon Jeonghan for a reason.

I held his hand and took him to the table where I kept the cake, and lit up the candles first, I tried looking for Jeonghan and Joshua, they were still not here and the clock was ticking, it was 12:10 am already, I wonder what re they upto. I wanted to wait for them, they are his bestfriends, how can I celebrate seungcheol’s birthday without them? We can wait for them. Once they come, they need a good lecture from me.

“Can I open now princess?” here he is being way to cute, how to resist his cuteness, I always melt because of that. “You can open your eyes cheol” I replied him with a smile.

“You did this?” he gasped, I mean it was not a grand decoration but it was just perfect, soft, sweet, cozy.

“Yes but Jeonghan and Shua helped me too, when you were out today. Three of us did this together, I wanted to do something special for you and asked them for a little help so we did it.”

“Awwww, my princess, thankyou so much”

“Seungcheol will you stop teasing me? You know it very well whenever you call me princess my heart can’t take it.”

“That’s why I love it, I love calling you princess”

“Cheol stop I swear-

And there he kissed me again, I was speechless, his fingers went to my cheeks, caressing it, his touch was working on me again. he knows my weakness to well, this is our fourth year together and fourth year celebrating his birthday, but I am still not used to “princess” it just makes my heart skip a beat, it gives me butterflies and he knows it too well, being the biggest flirt, he knows everything, how to deal with me, make me blush, make my cheeks go hot, give me butterflies, he knows it all and I'm still not over his tactics.

I couldn’t resist again and put my hands around his neck, he pulled me closer, my eyes were closed but I could feel his stares on me, he just knows how to make things go his way, if he needs a kiss, he would kiss me and if it’s a no from me he would get sulky and I would give in.

“Thankyou so much for everything you’ve done for me love, I love you so much” he whispered

“I love you too cheol, love you a lot” I said he was about to kiss me once again but voices made him stop.

“Coups, that candle will melt anytime soon and then what? She made the cake for you, don’t let it get wasted because of wax”

“Joshua?” I asked

“Yes” it was Jeonghan who replied

“Jeonghan?”

I went to them and gave a good smack on their head, they were holding gifts, “when did u come?” I asked them, very well aware they both of us didn’t notice them coming.

“Just before you confessed eachother” I was embarrassed at this point. Jeonghan is a very big teaser, I don’t want him to tease me till my last day in earth before he could speak something, I spoke “Since both of you are here, let’s celebrate this big baby’s birthday and thanks for finally coming and you are LATE”

Seungcheol was watching everything and just smiling, I looked at him, even his smile is adorable, god this boy, he is just way to adorable.

We all gathered around the table, and Seungcheol, closed his eyes before blowing up the candle, he made a wish and blew the candles.

“Happy Birthday Seungcheol” three of us wished him

“Happy birthday love, I love you” even if I tell him” I love you for the nth time it still feels that’s it’s still less, my love for him is something else “thankyou for being born, love and bringing happiness to my life. You have no idea how much special you’re to me, you are my home, my comfort, my happiness and my everything. Being with you made me realize that I love you more than myself and there you stand, I will love you till the last, so be happy, you mean a lot to me.”

Before I could tell him more, that how much I appreciate him, he sealed me with a kiss, “I know and I love you more”

#kpop #kpopscape #one shot #seventeen fluff #seventeen scoups #seventeen #scoups svt #scoups #svt scoups #scoups fluff #birthday #scoups birthday #angst #kpop angst #kpop imagines #kpop bands #kpopidol #kpop au #seventeen imagines #carat #caratdeul

[koshicoast]

A few shinkami headcannons because I love them more than anything

Shinsou has a growth spurt and practically towers over Denki by their second year (for all intents and purposes, Shinsou has always been in class 1A)

Denki grows a little bit but not that much, he’s not complaining though, he gets Shinsou to grab stuff on the top shelve for him or has him hang up posters in higher places in his room (the only downside is that he has to get on his tippy toes for kisses but usually Shinsou will just bend down like a good boyfriend)

They go on dates every Sunday, It’s their day and it doesn’t matter what they’re doing as long as it’s just the two of them

They could be studying or doing homework or exercising or anything really and they’ll call it a date

The rest of the class knows better than to try and contact either boy on Sunday

“Normies worship Jesus on Sunday but I worship Shinsou” - Denki, at one point in time

Shinsou loves playing with denki’s hair, he buys different kinds of hair clips just to put them in denki’s hair

he just likes how the colors pop out

He especially likes to see purple hair clips in denki’s hair

Tbh it doesn’t have to be hair clips, it could be a scrunchie or a rubber band or a headband; as long as it’s purple it does wonders to shinsou’s heart

Denki likes playing with shinsou’s hair too but more than that he likes seeing Shinsou in yellow clothing

Shinsou doesn’t wear bright colors a lot usually sticking with black or cool tone colors

But when he does wear yellow, Denki just gets all mushy no matter how small it is

It could be yellow earrings or socks or something and Denki will wear a love sick expression all day

Despite being in the hero course, Shinsou still gets incredibly insecure about his quirk and how some people only see him as a villain

Denki, without fail or hesitation, tells Shinsou what a great hero he’s gonna be, he talks about how Shinsou is gonna inspire a new wave of underground heroes and how he’s gonna be some kid’s Aizawa one day and how proud he is of him (The first time he said that, it makes Shinsou sob. It makes denki cry too bc he’s a sympathetic crier so they just lay in bed holding eachother)

He also tells Shinsou how no matter who’s the number one hero, Shinsou will always have first place in his heart. And that Shinsou is just as much as any other hero out there and even a little more because he’ll be underground

Denki just loves his boyfriend so much and whoever planted the idea that some quirks are just made for evil is going to get electrocuted >:(

Denki will also pepper Shinsou in kisses saying things like ‘you are so kind’ ‘you’re an amazing person’ ‘I love you so much’ ‘You’re my hero’ and just a bunch of stuff so by the end of their heart to heart Shinsou is feeling a lot better

Denki gets insecure about how ‘dumb’ he is and how he’ll probably just end up hurting civilians or himself before he hurts a villain

Shinsou hates how that’s how Denki views himself because Denki is one of the kindest people in the world and doesn’t even realize it like the first time Denki told him that insecurity, Shinsou looked at him and was like ‘are you..you’re serious? Denks, You’re one of the most clever people I know’

Whenever Denki mentions it, Shinsou he just squeezes the blonde and lets him cry out his frustrations before telling him that ‘he’s not an idiot or stupid and that it’s okay not to understand something as fast as others and that it’s okay to learn differently and it’s okay’ (Shinsou will always try not to cry but a few tears fall anyways bc he just wants denks to be happy without feeling like he’s a fuckup)

Shinsou never lets Denki call himself an idiot or stupid, even in a joking way.

They don’t fight a lot because of their personalities like

Denki is a people’s person and is really in tune with other’s emotions and by default is a pacifist unless otherwise

Shinsou isn’t a people’s person but he’s observant due to his quirk bc of how he’s been treated in the past, he’s also good at picking up on people’s body language

Most times it’s just small disagreements and even then they communicate the best they can and try to compromise

If that doesn’t work then they’ll give each other space so the disagreement won’t turn into something ugly

They’ve only fought once and it was the worst (and best) thing for them

The fight happened after a mock rescue mission goes wrong and there were weeks of stress and tension leading up to it

It was messy and bad like really bad

“I just don’t get why you have to run into danger!” Denki screamed. The whole dorm could probably hear them but he didn’t care, not when his boyfriend was looking at him like he just lost his mind.

It was supposed to be a simple training exercise. Simple. Go in, defeat villains, rescue the ‘hostages’. It was not that simple.

*insert how badly the mission went and Shinsou ran towards the danger to help or smth idk*

It gets pretty rough between the two of them because they’re both pretty emotional people

Shinsou thinks denki doesn’t want him to be a hero and denki thinks Shinsou doesn’t want to be with him

It’s a lot of insecurities + stress + yelling

Denki is the first one to break, he’s a lot more emotionally sensitive than Toshi and everything is just crashing down and he hates it

“Do you just not want to be with me?!” He cries, unable to keep the tears at bay any more. He hates arguing with people, especially when that person happens to be his boyfriend. He gets it, he does! Toshi is training to become a hero and so is he but that doesn’t make it easier. Doesnt stop the shot of fear whenever he watches the other get hurt, doesn’t stop the late night self deprecation, doesn’t stop the anxiety he gets whenever he sees Toshi run head first into danger.

But he gets it and somehow it’s a bitter realization.

Because Hitoshi’s priority is the job they signed up for and Denki’s is Hitoshi.

The fight ends with tears on both their parts and they call it a night, too tired to scream anymore

They sleep in their own rooms that night

The next morning they agree to take a break, not a full break up, but some time away. Space away from each other to prioritize and think.

(Now ive seen fanfics where everyone picks denki over Shinsou and i hate that so fuck you, class 1A are both their friends and they’re all family and try and to help each other I will die with that statement)

Surprisingly the two most helpful people are Bakugou and Kirishima

(Actually not that surprising, they’re the longest couple in the whole class, dating immediately after Kamino)

Bakugou and denki have a heart to heart

“You’re both dumbasses” Katsuki sighs heavy, passing another tissue over to the sobbing blonde. He’s not good at these kinds of things, but Kirishima told him he could help the electric blonde more than he could so here he is. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong or just cry?” He asks, not without a hint of worry though. He pretends to ignore it.

So denki tells him everything and his insecurities

Oh. Yeah, Kirishima was right.

“You think I’m an idiot” Denki mutters quietly, harshly rubbing his eyes.

“No” The older blonde shakes his head, plopping down on the bed next to the other. He doesn’t turn to meet yellow eyes, his own trained on the All Might poster hanging directly across from them. He feels Pikachu’s curious gaze on him so he decides to elaborate more, knowing the sooner he helps the sooner he doesn’t have to deal with this anymore. It’s totally not because he’s gotten soft. Absolutely not.

“Trust me, Zombie Eyes looks at you like you put the fucking stars in the sky. It’s disgusting to watch.” He crinkles his nose in disgust earning a small laugh. “People like him and I, we gotta work twice as hard. Not saying that no one else does but it’s different.” He stresses the last word. “People like Ei or Deku or even you, people already see you as good so all you gotta do is get stronger. They don’t question your character, your morals, they don’t look down on you for having a weakness. People like Zombie Eyes and I though?we gotta work hard just to prove that we’re good. That we were meant to become heroes. Every action we do is put under a microscope and analyzed.” He explains.

“We’re assholes by default, It’s how we were raised. Not saying it as an excuse though. He was in the shitty system and I had shitty parents, no adult taught us shit like love or how to properly deal with feelings.”

Stupid Deku tried with him but he didn’t even know how to deal with his own much less some angry blond kid’s.

He takes a deep breath, pushing back faint memories of his childhood. The younger hasn’t said a word but he can tell he’s listening so it’s fine. “We can’t just turn off how we are. If it’s frustrating for you and Ei, It’s worse for us. Like we know logically that we’re good people, that we changed but that’s now how our brain sees it. We push ourselves because that’s all we know how to do, it proves to us and everyone else that we bled for our spot here. That we made it. Having friends is hard because we compare ourselves to them and draw our own conclusions to their actions. Being nice? Our brain says it’s a trap. Showing some human fucking decency? Our shitty brain says it’s an act. Being in a relationship? Laughable. We’re just villains pretending to play heroes to everyone else.”

He takes another deep breath, forcing himself to look away from the poster, flashbacks to their first year briefly passing in his head. Okay yeah, not going down that route. He looks over, making eye contact. He wonders if this is how Kirishima feels whenever he’s trying to cheer him up. Wonders if it’s just as hard. This better be worth it, everyone has been miserable. (Shitty thing about having been through life and death situations together is that everyone has bonded and become close like a family so when one of them is sad it’s like everyone is fucking sad.) (He loathes it because even he gets worried.)

“But despite that he still loves you.” He says softly, almost whispering like he’s telling the other a secret. “Fights his demons to hold your hand and all that shit”

Shinsou loves him? Loves him?

“How do you.. how do you know?” Denki whispers, throat sore. “We fought so badly last night, we were screaming at eachother.”

“He treats you the same way I treat Ei.” He answers,

“He changed his priorities around to try and accommodate for another person in his life, you became more important than training or studying. He takes days off to be with you, cuts his studying short if you need a break. It might not seem much to others but for him that’s huge. He came in with this one track mind but then you came along and he scrambled to balance everything. And then you two got your shit together and started to go out and I’m pretty sure he got scared”

“Scared?” Denki asks, the thought almost funny to him.

“I did.” Bakugou admits as Denki’s eyes grow wide.

“I was petrified. When Ei started to become more important than hero work, I freaked. It’s not that loverboy is choosing being a hero over you, It’s because he doesn’t understand that he can have both. He thinks everything important is a choice- that if you want something you have to give something up. He chooses hero work and he loses you. He chooses you and he loses hero work.”

“But he’s not going to lose me or hero work”

“Kinda sounded like you did give him an ultimatum though”

The realization hits him like cold water.

Shinsou gets a similar talk with Kirishima

It helps, a lot

They don’t immediately go back to eachother, instead spending the week with their everyone else and just taking time for themselves

Shinsou knocks on Denki’s door Sunday morning and they finally talk things out

It’s also the first time they say ily!!

Anyways after that fight they work harder on communicating especially when it comes to things like hero work

It’s not perfect bc their dumb traumatized teens but they’re trying and they know their lil family will always be there

I haven’t slept but yes thanks for sticking around if you’re reading this

If ur interested in shinsou’s talk with Kirishima lmk

#shinkami headcannons #shinkami #drabble #snippets #shinsou x kaminari #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou #denki kaminari #kaminari #my hero academia #kiribaku #Kirishima #bnha bakugou

[vegalocity]

Kiss 9- first kiss for Amnesia Spicynoodles? (Whether as Red Boy and Xiaotian or Red Son and MK, your choice).

Affection meme

9. first kiss

Goddamn i gotta get back on that AU

That's actually a very clever shorthand for the difference between 'the Son of the Monkey King' and 'The Monkie Kid' Anon hope you don't mind me using it!

Also since this is technically the first real THING i'm writing for this Au it got a lil crazy

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It was.... weird... falling into this rhythm with Red Son.

Even he'd seemed surprised at how quickly he'd agreed to join their team while they were hunting down the weapon that could finally end the Lady Bone Demon. Sure he'd reasoned that he was doing it for the sake of his father, that their family had been taken advantage of by that demon, and this was little more than 'enemy of my enemy' but barely time at all had passed before he may as well have joined simply because he wanted to.

There weren't a lot of bunks on Sandy's Hovership, and at the start of all of this, everyone was so on edge (and in Monkey King's case injured) that it just made more sense to sleep whenever it struck rather than sort out bedroom options and who bunked with whom.

Which had lead to some interesting things so far, such as Monkey King tending to curl up against Tang as he was reading or something and taking a nap right there and how Tang seemed like... wayyy too comfortable with it despite how he'd first reacted to seeing him on New Years.

Pigsy was ALWAYS crabby in the mornings, but he was getting exponentially more frustrated after waking up for something or another he never seemed to be able to relay when he woke (probably some frustrating reoccurring dream that keeps blotting out when he wakes up, MK didn't remember his dreams much either so he could relate)

And about thee days in of Red Son working with them, he'd knocked out during some down time, and while he was sitting near him. The ship rumbled, Red Son hadn't woken, but he slid to the side until he was leaned against MK's shoulder. and... It was comfy. Red Son was warm, and soft.

And before he'd known it he was being startled awake by Xiaojiao making delighted cooing noises and the flash of her camera. And when he jostled Red Son woke up as well. He'd met his gaze for a second and his artist brain noted that his eyes were a rather lovely shade of amber, not even fiery orange or honey brown, but pure, precious stone amber.

and for a moment it had felt... nostalgic... in a way he couldn't place. and the puzzled look on Red Son's face mirrored his confusion at the sudden thought, before the demon slammed up the walls again and pushed MK away, face burning bright red.

But from there it had spiraled.

It was just so... easy? he supposed would be the word. It was almost startling how easy it was to fall into this rhythm with Red Son. Not a few months ago he was a nominal enemy, yet here they were finding themselves sitting next to eachother more often than not, sometimes close enough for shoulders to brush, their unconscious bodies rolling over at once to tangle together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

At one point they were facing a demon that had cast one of those 'greatest fear' spells over the lot of them, and before it had hit he'd felt Red Son slip his hand into his own with a small startled gasp. And before the world went black and he was covered by spiders and the looming specter of his own failures he'd squeezed back.

That had actually happened just hours ago, and MK's hand was still tingly. Everyone was a little shaken up from that one. (Monkey King had holed himself away in one of the few bedrooms there were and he sounded physically pained when MK had tried to check in on him and he'd answered that he'd rather be alone. he was pretty sure Tang was allowed in, and he tried not to take that personally. It was probably a whole 'Mentor doesn't want his student to see him freaked out' thing. If he didn't stop taking everything so damn personally he'd be a sucker for the next fear spell or whatever.) And unlike the others, Red Son didn't have any loved ones on this ship to help reassure him.

So... if their... something or another... that had been developing was gonna mean anything, that probably meant it should fall on him.

Red Son was where he'd expected him to be, half buried in engine guts in Sandy's work area, his hands were shaking and there was a far off look in his eye.

MK had to physically lift him and drag him away, and it was a lot harder without the Mystic Monkie Strength, but he managed.

in fact he'd gotten all the way to the kitchen area and Red Son had stopped struggling in his arms screeching to be let go (yet never trying to flare his fire and forcing MK to drop him) before his stamina gave out and he had to deposit Red Son in one of the chairs.

"Noodle boy i swear this truce will end in an INSTANT if you do not explain yourself-"

"You're freaking out."

"YES I AM! You would be too if your current ally just lifted you up from what you were doing and carried you to the deserted part of the ship because even the Pig is too on edge to be in here!"

"I mean from this afternoon. Red son, you've been pale as a sheet since we got out of there and your hands are STILL shaking." He watched as he hurriedly hid them in his pockets. "You need to talk to someone. And it may as well be me."

"I- I don't need to talk about ANYTHING! Presumptuous Noodle Boy... Bold of you to assume I'd just pour my heart out at some perceived internal detriment which you have no proof even exists!" The bluster and casual insults were considerably less convincing than they were when they were enemies...

...maybe he was just starting to see through them better.

Red Son pulled his hands back onto the table, as a sort of subtle show of how fine he totally was, and clenched his fists to keep them from continuing to shake.

"Red..." The nickname felt... natural. He couldn't quite explain why, but he supposed they'd been Something-or-Another-ing long enough to make it reasonable. Red Son's glare abated and was replaced quickly with a shocked expression. But he didn't shout to not be called something so short, so MK considered that a signal to continue. So he continued with what felt natural and placed a hand over his clenched fist.

The defensive anger was all but gone. And that puzzled, yet slightly awed look he kept sharing with Red Son during moments like these replaced it and those amber eyes darted down to their linked hands, as if he didn't quite know what to do next.

Eventually Red Son came to a decision, and MK let him fiddle around with his grip until their hands were linked properly. And it felt... it was that weird sense of nostalgia again. And as everything else neither of them could quite explain it felt right. familiar. Natural.

"It's not really worth talking about." Red Son responded after the moment passed. yet he didn't pull his hand away. "I know better than to believe what it had showed me."

"Red-"

"I mean, I SHOULD know better, right?" He looked away from MK then, but squeezed his hand a little tighter. "I mean- they're my parents. and they agreed me coming along with you all to take down the Lady Bone Demon was the best course of action. I know they wouldn't disown me because they believed I was becoming more aligned with you all than with the family. That just because we're friends doesn't mean I'm somehow betraying them!" Red Son was working through it in his head, and he didn't seem to really realize that he'd admitted to seeing MK as a friend, so he just squeezed his hand a little tighter and filed that away to celebrate later.

"It's irrational, and it's ridiculous that I actually feared the idea."

"It's not ridiculous, If you think it's irrational then it probably is, but it's not ridiculous. " Red Son looked back at him then and raised a brow. "I mean, who isn't afraid that they're letting their parents down in some way?" He remembered how nervous Xiaojiao was about the idea of disappointing her family, and he was always worried that he'd disappointed his fath-....

What was he thinking about again?.... right, Xiaojiao and her parents.

Red Son took his attention again and the confusion zipped right out of his mind. he gently detangled his hand from MK's and was moving to stand.

"I suppose you're right. And... In that regard I should probably thank you for allowing me the chance to properly process."

"Anytime, Red."

He stood as well, with nowhere else to go, he supposed he'd probably just go out onto the deck and do a little one-man training, heavens knew he needed it.

Red Son put a hand on his shoulder before either of them could pull away and when he turned back to face the demon-

Red Son was looking at him with intent. determination. And it was only then that MK realized that maybe holding someone's hand while they talked about some Real Shit with you, constantly sitting next to each other so as to be closer, falling asleep on each other, and sometimes when you wake up you glance at their mouth wondering how easy it would be to just...

Maybe that wasn't just all friendship overtures.

And maybe they'd had a name for their little something-or-another already.

Neither of them were ever very good at this whole 'self control' thing anyway.

Red Son was just as warm as he'd anticipated. His calloused fingers hooking under his chin as if to keep MK in place. And it was... chaste. Nothing like the fierce passionate devouring of another's mouth that he'd anticipated a demon to go for (that he'd daydreamed about) Almost... child-like. As if Red Son hadn't kissed anyone since before he hit Demon Puberty and didn't know how to do it right. And the action alone made MK feel very much like a child as well. Which was ridiculous he was a grownass man and Red Son was a fully matured demon, and the shortest most chaste little peck made him feel like a squeaky voiced kid.

When they parted he peeked his eyes open just a bit, and it seemed like Red Son had realized the same thing, the two of them shared a soft chuckle.

But then Red Son started to pull away, and that wouldn't do. MK wrapped his arms around the demon's shoulders and properly kissed him this time.

And it didn't feel quite as natural, but it did feel right.

So that was what mattered.

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#Lego Monkie Kid #lmk #Spicynoodleshipping #Qi Xiaotian #lmk Red Son #White Bone Amnesia AU #Letters To Vega #Vega Writes Stories Too #went a little crazy with this one #I needed to put some context okay #affection meme

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Travis-centered plots because I Like fix it’s… (I just finished typing them all, I’m ashamed for my sinful brain oml)

- Larry and Travis having once been friends but being torn apart by Travis’ father. Larry keeping an eye on Travis for years but then turning his attention to Sal, whom in turn receives the sudden disdain of Travis.

Sal confronts Travis in the bathrooms one day and Larry listens from the door. Eventually Sal talks Travis into tears. He confesses to being jealous of Sal and not wanting Larry to stop focusing on him, even if Larry ends up hating him. How his dad would beat him if Travis and Larry ever got close again. Larry barges in and holds Travis close. They reconcile (Sal opting to let the boys talk, clearly not in the mood to see Enemies to Lovers tonguing den in the school bathroom.

They uproot and destroy the cult, blah blah blah, Happily ever after and Travis gets help for his trauma induced depression and anxiety.

- Travis has been off for a few days. He doesn’t antagonize anyone. Philip does more talking and ginger touching that Travis violently jerks away from. During class he barely responds and teachers don’t try to force him. Sal didn’t expect to find Travis sleeping on a bench one day. His worn shoes now tattered with holes at the bottom. His black eye prominent but accompanied by a busted lip and what looked to be severe damage to his legs.

Not sure how he did it, but Sal managed to convince Travis to come home with him. Introduces Travis to Henry and leads him to the bathroom where he washed off and got treated. His damage was severe and Sal really wanted to call the police but just seeing a fearful Travis weened him off the idea.

Larry was not too pleased to find Travis at Sals. He almost yelled until he noted Travis look at his raised hand and cower from him. Larry pausing and pulls Sal to the side to understand. Of course they don’t know the full story but it’s enough to have Larry texting the group for help. Most were curious about what could lead them to wanting to help Travis. Ash, however, seemed to know a lot.

They find out about Travis’ abuse, the cult. Travis helps a little. He is still terrified of them but they start to grow on him with time. He even allows contact with Sal rarely, who shows him his face during a bonding moment at the dead of night. Larry makes playlists and CDs to help Travis get accustomed to loud noises (many of which are songs Larry personally thinks Travis would enjoy.

After the gang destroys and puts the cult behind bars. No demons, no murders, and no dead friends. Sal manages to convince Travis to report his father, thankfully they kept his clothes to give to the state police, Todd refused to trust the local police after further investigating the cult and their connections.

Healing and coping, cuddling and coddling. Travis getting the love and attention he deserves! Could end with him dating someone or him just being under their care for a while.

—Salvis but Sal is a bit more aggressive with Travis. Fuck it ABO, Travis is a very spicy omega that pretends to be a Beta. Sal is a strong scented alpha, like it’s a musky and domineering scent compared to his appearance. Larry is an alpha, though his scent is murky and smoky, and he doesn’t act like the stereotypical alpha. Travis nitpicks them like usual, though sometimes they are too distracted by the nice smell seeping off of him. Larry sneers and asks if Travis mom scented him before school. Travis is upset at this. Much more emotional than usual. Sal notes the spike in scent and jabs Larry.

Uh oh, Travis is presenting in the bathroom, and beta Philip isn’t able to fight off the alphas coming to investigate the scent, thankfully Sal is here to soothe and calm the terrified Travis while his friends help fend off the other students.

Mr. Phelps is pissed about an omega son. Travis is constantly scented with distress. He isn’t allowed to talk about it but everyone can smell it. They are well aware of Travis’ fluctuating weight, fatigue and his tan skin turning pale and bruised worse than before. Larry is annoyed by this but can’t tell whether it’s the scent affecting him or his stern belief in protecting omegas from abusive alphas.

Sal hates it, he knows he felt the mate bond but Travis doesn’t seem to notice. Travis’ suffering eats away at Sal until he all but corners Travis and propositions him to save him from his father and give him sanctuary. It takes a lot to convince Travis. Heck, he has to promise Larry wouldnt hurt him (Larry later seeks Travis to reconcile their bad blood).

They get to know eachother. Sal is head over heels and watching Travis grow and blossom into his omega blood. Travis starts falling for someone else and Sal tries to be supportive (until he can’t even look at Travis without feeling heartache). But Travis notes he doesn’t love ____ And follows his heart to Sal. They bond, they love and boom, happy little family. (With three cute babies because Travis and Sal deserve happy families)

Larvis: roughly the same as the salvos ABO but Larry straight up picks up Travis and carries him home. Travis tries to fight but is swaddled and pampered until he’s fast asleep and purring in Larry’s arms.

Mr. Phelps doesn’t have much ground to stand on when he tries to take Travis back. Larry confirming that Travis is his mate and based off of Phelps’ beliefs he should reside with his mate.

Travis is surprised his father backs off so easily (because how could the pastor refute what he preaches?? Such blasphemy would be heard by the church blah blah blah). Larry and Travis talk and Larry admits that they are indeed mates, he never brought it up for Travis’ health. He was already struggling to care for himself, a mating bond would send his already feeble body and fragile mind spiraling. Larry also admits he knew they were mates ever since he presented, which wasn’t that long after entering highschool. But, Travis was so proud to be ‘normal’ and not some horny mess like the others. He also didn’t like seeing Travis harass and bully others, which probably aided in his aggressive rejection of the omega and prolonged Travis’ presentation.

Life goes on and Larry and Travis are happily married with four kids (two more in the oven, because Larry is a very affectionate husband). Cult was handled and Sal is NOT dead and very much the worlds best uncle.

-Travis having a hot girl summer.

That’s it. That’s the plot.

Thotty church twink marching about in short shorts and tank tops (sinful!) showing off his goodies to the masses. Larry shamelessly offers to partake, and gets thrown for a whirlwind when Travis’ phat ass is delightfully uncontrollable. Sal jokingly shoots his shot and winds up slumped in the back of the church from immaculate head.

Mr. Phelps is away so the thot is out to play. (Courtesy of Mama Phelps aiding and abetting her sons growth as a person. He may be throwing it back to the boys he once sneered at but at least he’s nicer to people)

-Travis being rescued from the Phelps home after a concerned report to the state police. The church closed and his father put behind bars for many accounts of child abuse and neglect and the disappearance of Travis’ mother.

Sal and gang are curious about what the new home will do to Travis after months of rehabilitation, and all damn near faint when they see Travis with long pink hair and a cute sun dress marching into the school. Directly towards them and apologizing for his horrible treatment of them, specifically Sal. They can’t believe his change at first but after weeks of watching him, he seems genuinely happier.

This new happiness starts to get unsettling to Larry, who watches Travis and Philip be closer than before. He shouldn’t care he hates Travis! But god he wished the boy would wrap his arms around his and march down the halls. He would kill to get surprise back hugs or do the hugging. He wanted to share lunch with Travis. Be hand fed meals and have his mouth cleaned whilst being scolded.

Fuck, he’s in love! He thought he nipped that in the bud when Sal started getting bullied by Travis. But no, Travis being rescued from his awful father and being a genuinely good person from then on was astounding. Hell, he even brought Sal treats as an apology for walking in on him with his mask off once. Sal said it was fine but Travis babbled ok about feeling bad because Sal looked terrified even though Travis didn’t think Sal was any less cool. (Yes, Sal cried in his room about how much it meant for someone to say that).

For fucks sake, Travis had pictures upon pictures of his new family and their pets. PETS. He had dooogs, god Larry lost his mind seeing Travis jogging around town with dogs in shorts and a sweaty, almost see through tank top!! He’s too gay for this.

He finally confesses, maybe tries to play it off as a joke, but Travis just smiles sweetly and pecks his cheek. He’s sorry but he’s already dating someone. Larry tries not to let his disappointment show, but he just can’t feel the need to go to school for a couple of days. Hides out in his tree house and just smokes. Cause, cmon.. who’d wanna date him?? All he does is smoke and play around! He hasn’t had a stable relationship in years and most he’s known for is sleeping with whoever he deems the hottest.

Sal notices his behavior and tries to comfort him, not sure why Larry is like this, by offering to introduce him to his partner. Maybe they have a friend Larry is interested in. Larry wants to be supportive but he really doesn’t care to see Sals new beau(ty). He really just wanted to camp out in the tree house and smoke away the pain. Or, he did until he sees Travis and Sal holding hands and nuzzling on the couch one day. Sals legs on Travis’ and Travis combing Sals hair. Larry felt like his world came crashing down, his best friend?? And his first and worst crush?? The crush that sent him spiraling for what could have been weeks? Sal is innocent, he didn’t know that Larry was madly in love with Travis. Didn’t know that Travis so politely rejected him and offered to cease contact if Larry felt he couldn’t be around him.

Larry wasn’t much of a romantic after that. He played around with whoever he felt needed love. His partying spiraling out of control in adult hood. Travis tried to contact him and help him find a good person, but any attempts to help Larry ended with Larry crying to him drunkenly. Asking why he wasn’t good enough, why he couldn’t have been Sal. Travis wasn’t allowed near Larry after Larry drunkenly made advances at him, he doesn’t blame Larry he’s extremely emotional, but Sal felt Larry would only get worse the more they stayed in contact, so they were kept apart.

Larry never loved anyone as much as he loved Travis Fisher.

-Last one was a sadder Onesided Larvis, this one is Larry teasing and cornering Travis so much that Travis tries to shock him by kissing him. He came home with some hickies and a very prominent limp.

They’re not saying, yet, but Wingman Sal is politely judging Travis into Larry’s arms. They are constantly alone together. Larry blowing Travis’ back out in an abandoned amusement park when the others split up to explore. “He sprained his ankle running from a shadow” Hmph, Travis smelt like axe. He HATES the smell of axe… but okay lovebirds.

Sal has 100% walked in on the secret lovers getting frisky when moms out. Later helps Travis shop for more pretty clothes, because who wouldn’t want a shopping body??? That’s almost illegal to not take the opportunity.

Larry eats ass. A lot. Travis can literally be on FaceTime shopping with Sal and Larry just slips under the covers and enjoys his fill of boyfriend cheekies~ yum!

Travis, as revenge, will give the gawk gawk 9000. Larry is NOT safe if he thinks Travis has forgotten the embarrassment of Sal chuckling and telling him he has to go walk his homework. He could be on the phone with his boss or Lisa and Travis will give the sloppiest top he’s ever had. (Praise the son for horni bratty bottoms)

#travis phelps #laravis #Larry x Travis #salvis #sal x travis #larvis #sal fisher #sally face au #sally face #larry johnson #I’m but a hole #so Travis will be too #I have more but I so tired ;u; don’t wanna think #but yeah Travis either getting help or being adopted and rehabilitated #god I love the idea of Travis with long luscious hair in the prettiest gowns #prancing around the school and bringing hand made treats to his peers #special treats to the one he likes #long post

[kpop-zone]

Merry Christmas ✨| Sana

Genre: fluff

Wordcount: 2,617

Request: Fluff imagine where both Sana and the reader have feelings for each other but are too scared to confess (basically everyone knows) but when they go to a Christmas party they have to kiss eachother because of a mistletoe

A/N: Merry Christmas guys!! I wish you relaxing and cozy Christmas holidays despite the circumstances. Even if you don’t celebrate Christmas, I hope that all of you have a beautful week. Stay safe and take care. Love you! 💛

“Ok so we’re doing this?”

“Yeah definitely, I can’t watch this tragedy any longer...”

When Sana entered the kitchen, she could hear her members whispering agitatedly and she curiously walked up to them.

“You’re doing what?”

She asked in confusion and her members spun around with wide eyes.

“Nothing!”

Jeongyeon yelled, causing Sana to flinch in shock. Why were they behaving so weird?

“What Jeongyeon means is that...we’re not doing anything important. We were just talking about...the dessert for tonight.”

Nayeon piped up nervously while glaring at Jeongyeon and Sana forgot all about their weird behavior.

“Oh dessert! Can I help?”

She smiled and the two older members nodded in agreement.

Together, they started to prepare some Tiramisu for their little Christmas party later on while chatting lightheartedly and savoring the only free day that they had amidst all the year-end performances. This would be the first time in over a month that all the members would eat together in a private setting. No schedule, no hectic, no yelling managers. Just the members and some good food. At least that was what Sana thought, but her members taught her better just when the food arrived.

“I can’t even wait to start! I’m so hungry!”

Sana clapped excitedly before rushing to the dinner table. None of her members followed her though and she looked at them in confusion. Usually, they were already devouring the food before the delivery man was even gone.

“We’re not complete yet.”

Jihyo stated as she brought some of the food to the kitchen and Sana let her gaze wander from one member to the other. 1,2,3...8.

“But...everyone’s here?”

Sana asked puzzled while watching in desperation how the food moved further and further away from her.

“No, we’re still expecting someone.”

Dahyun replied mysteriously as she sat down next to the older member and only now Sana realized that the table was set for 10 persons.

“Who are we expecting?”

As much as Sana loved visitors, she couldn’t help but to sound a little disappointed. She had been looking forward to a relaxed evening.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to dress up or anything. It’s just...Y/N.”

Chaeyoung shrugged nonchalantly, but her comment caused Sana to freeze.

“Y/N?”

She repeated your name in shock, hoping that the younger member was just messing with her.

“Yeah, I mean Y/N is our friend, so we thought: why not invite them?”

Jihyo clarified innocently as she returned from the kitchen with some bowls in her hand that contained the takeout food. But suddenly, Sana couldn’t care less about the food; she wasn’t even hungry anymore. Instead, an intense nervousness caused a tingling sensation in her stomach that felt like she was riding a rollercoaster. This reveal completely caught her off guard, she hadn’t prepared herself mentally to meet you tonight. She hadn’t even physically prepared herself to meet you tonight. A shocked gasp left Sana’s mouth as she looked down on herself with wide eyes.

“Why did no one warn me??”

Panicked, her gaze fell on her sweatpants and baggy shirt that was stained with toothpaste. You couldn’t see her like this. Maybe she didn’t have a chance with you, but you still didn’t need to see her at her worst.

“Relax, Y/N won’t mind.”

Momo tried to calm her, but Sana had already jumped to her feet and wanted to run to her room to get changed. But before she had the chance to walk away, the doorbell suddenly rang, and Sana stared at the door with panic reflecting in her eyes.

“You can already start eating without me.”

She mumbled, wanting to disappear as long as she had the chance to, but Nayeon blocked her way.

“No, let’s eat all together. That’s what this evening is all about.”

The oldest smiled mischievously and before Sana could talk back, Jeongyeon already swung open the door to reveal you.

“Hey guys.”

You greeted everyone chipperly and Sana’s heart instantly missed a beat. She swore that not even an angel could have anything against you; nothing sounded more heavenly than your voice.

“Come in!”

Jeongyeon made an exaggerated gesture with her arm to ask you inside and you stepped into the dorm. Your gaze wandered from one member to the other until it eventually landed on Sana. You gave her a once-over, causing her to try covering her shirt with her arms in embarrassment. She was sure that you had to be disgusted by her look even if your face didn’t show any sign of it. Like always, your eyes were sparkling beautifully, and a light smile was resting on your lips, making her feel like a thousand fireworks were just igniting in her stomach. She simply stared at you although she knew that it had to seem very rude, but she never became tired of admiring you.

“Um...shall we start to eat?”

Jihyo eventually piped up and you broke eye contact, bringing Sana back to reality. Embarrassed, she looked at Nayeon next to her who had a knowing grin on her lips and a dark pink spread in Sana’s cheeks.

Her members couldn’t know that she was helplessly in love with you, right?

To flee the embarrassment, Sana quickly walked to the table to sit down but once again Nayeon stopped her.

“Sit there, Sana.”

She pointed at the seat across from you and Sana shook her head vehemently.

“B-but that’s not my seat.”

Sana stuttered, not knowing whether she would survive sitting across from you for one whole night.

“It is tonight.”

Momo replied while pulling her on the chair. Why did it seem like everyone had plotted against her tonight?

Nervously, Sana glanced over the table, seeing that you were already looking at her. You were surely wondering why she was behaving like the biggest idiot tonight. If only you knew that it was only because of you. She would love nothing more than to impress you. But every time she looked at you, her brain seemed to shut down and she was nothing more than a drooling mess. Whenever you were around, there was nothing left of the smooth flirt that she usually was. And today was no different.

While the others happily dug into their food and engaged in excited chatter, Sana picked at her plate while glancing at you sheepishly. Every now and then you caught her staring, causing Sana to almost choke on her food while heat rose to her cheeks. She cursed herself for not being able to utter a single word, but there simply wasn’t a single conversation starter left in her head. Gladly, however, Dahyun was apparently able to sense her struggle and came to her rescue.

“Um...Sana, did you know that Y/N bought your photobook and really enjoyed it?”

She tried to start a conversation for Sana, but this time it was you who almost choked on the food. You started coughing loudly and Dahyun had to pat your back to calm you down.

“Are you ok?”

Sana asked worriedly and you gave her a thumbs up before quickly averting your gaze like you were embarrassed which concluded your conversation, much to her frustration. The rest of the dinner, the two of you didn’t speak a single word with each other and Sana huffed silently while munching on her food with lacking appetite. No matter how much she longed to break this awkward silence, her tongue didn’t deliver all the words that she had told you in her dreams a million times already. Therefore, she had to watch how you joked around with everyone else at the table but her until it was eventually time for you to leave.

“Thank you, guys, for inviting me. But I think I’ll better get going now. You have to get up early tomorrow and I don’t want to be the reason for you to look all puffy on stage.”

You chuckled and Nayeon threw a piece of bread at you.

“I never look puffy; I always look fabulous.”

She protested, causing everyone to jokingly groan in annoyance.

“True, but I should still let you guys rest.”

You winked before leaping to your feet, making Sana’s heart ache. She would give everything to have such an exchange of playful banter with you, but there would be no opportunity for that tonight anymore. Sana watched how you were walking to the door to put on your shoes, causing her to slouch her shoulders in disappointment. Even if she hadn’t said a single word to you tonight, she still didn’t want you to go. It would be enough for her to just steal secret glances at you. But of course, she couldn’t ask you to stay after ignoring you for the whole night, so she needed to let you go. Suddenly, however, an elbow got roughly shoved in Sana’s ribs and she yelped in pain.

“Y/N, wait! Sana will accompany you to the door.”

Jihyo yelled panicked as if her life depended on it and all the other members agreed with her loudly, causing you to halt your movements to look at the bunch in confusion.

“Oh it’s ok, I can find my way out alone.”

You replied hesitantly, while pointing at the door directly behind you. But the other members instantly protested.

“No, no, no. Sana will go with you.”

Sana felt how Tzuyu elbowed her once more and she jumped off her chair in self-defense. Now that she was up, you looked at her expectantly and Sana realized that she didn’t have another choice but to see you out if she didn’t want to look like an even bigger idiot. Slowly, she walked over to you while glancing at her members who were following her every move with excitement in their faces. Why were they embarrassing her even more than she had done herself already? Shyly, Sana ended up standing before you and for a moment, you seemed to be waiting for her to say something as if you knew that she had been dying to talk with you all night. But once again, Sana’s nervousness caused her to panic and she quickly reached behind you to open the front door.

“Thank you for coming! Bye!”

She blurted out breathlessly and you looked taken aback as you stumbled backwards out of the apartment. If you hadn’t hated her before, you probably did now. Abashed, Sana wanted to slam the door shut to spare her from looking into your baffled expression, but she was stopped in the last moment.

“KISS!!!”

Her members suddenly yelled from behind her, causing her to squeal in surprise. In utter disbelief, she turned around with wide eyes to see her members standing directly behind her while pointing at something above her head. Hesitantly, she followed their fingers with her eyes and ended up looking at a mistletoe that was dangling from the doorframe. Her gaze immediately darted to you, but you didn’t notice as you were still staring at the little branch while gulping.

“Guys, you are so silly. Don’t worry, we don’t have to do this, Y/N.”

Sana laughed sheepishly while trying to back away from you, but her members pushed her forward.

“Yes, you do.”

They chanted in unison, causing you to finally meet Sana’s eyes. You chewed on your bottom lip nervously before inhaling deeply as if you were gathering all your courage.

“I mean it’s a tradition. What’s the harm, right?”

You chuckled, but a little crack in your voice was giving away that you were exactly as nervous as her.

Nevertheless, you took a step forward to close the distance between the two of you and Sana’s heart made a flip. This was really happening right now. How often had she made up the craziest scenarios in her head and now she would really kiss you for the first time under the cheesiest circumstances of all. In anticipation, she shifted from one foot to the other until you cupped her cheek, causing her to stand perfectly still. Your face moved closer and closer until your noses were almost touching and Sana’s eyelids automatically fluttered close. It didn’t take long till your lips finally touched hers and it felt like her whole body was suddenly starting to glow. An overwhelming feeling that she had never felt before spread from her chest to the tip of her toes and her feelings took over her mind. Her members were cheering loudly behind her, but Sana couldn’t care less about them right now. Therefore, she put her hand behind your neck to pull herself even closer to you while moving her lips in synch with yours. It seemed like they had always belonged together, putting every kiss that Sana had ever had to shame. This was her perfect Christmas present.

But what if you hated it?

The thought occurred to Sana as fast as the urge to pull you closer and she jumped back in embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry!”

She stuttered ashamed, realizing that she might have forced herself on you just now. But the expression on your face calmed her instantly. Your eyes were sparkling even brighter than before and you had a wide grin on your face that reached from one ear to the other.

“You don’t know how long I wanted to do this.”

You smiled before suddenly cupping her face again and connecting your lips for a second kiss that was in no way inferior to the first one. When you pulled away, Sana felt dazed as if she had just woken up from the most beautiful dream ever.

“You did?”

She asked in disbelief, having trouble to understand why you would want to kiss a girl in a toothpaste-stained shirt.

“Yeah, I’ve been dying to get closer to you, but you were always so...unapproachable, so I thought you didn’t like me.”

You mumbled sheepishly causing Sana to gasp in shock.

“What?? No! Of course, I like you. I was just so nervous, because I have a crush on you for the longest time!”

She blurted out without thinking before slamming her hand on her mouth when she realized what she had just confessed to you. A light blush instantly appeared on your cheeks, but you didn’t seem to mind her confession.

“You do? Because I have a crush on you too.”

You smiled proudly, causing both of you to giggle like little kids.

“Oh my god, I can’t watch this any longer.”

Nayeon suddenly groaned, making Sana remember that you weren’t alone and both of you turned your head around in embarrassment, seeing that all of the members were still standing right behind her with their eyes glued to the two of you.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have forced them to their luck. They are both so annoyingly oblivious.”

The oldest member added before walking into the apartment and Sana looked at her appalled. Did they put the mistletoe up intentionally?

“Wait, you knew about my crush??”

She asked perplexed, causing the members to groan.

“EVERYONE KNEW!”

They yelled in unison and Sana pouted. She had really thought that she was being subtle.

“Well, everyone except Y/N...”

Mina corrected herself, making the others giggle mockingly.

“Well the only thing that matters is that our plan was successful. It’s a Christmas miracle.”

Jihyo sighed and Sana looked at you fondly. That was truly the only thing that mattered, because all she wanted for Christmas was you anyways.

“Stay a little longer? It’s really cold outside...”

She asked with a smug grin, causing you to giggle in response. Nevertheless, you nodded your head and reached for her hand to intertwine your fingers, allowing Sana to pull you back into the apartment.

What a merry Christmas indeed.

#sana imagine #sana scenario #twice scenario #twice #sana #girl group imagine #girl group scenario #girl group #kpop scenario #kpop #fluff #sana fluff #idolxreader #kpop imagine

[tiecladartist]

Okay, spoilers beneath the cut because I have some issues with Rise of the Titans.

Tales of Arcadia is one of my favorite series ever. It handled the "Kid is the chosen one" situation brilliantly, every character had depth (even characters like Steve, Eli, the teachers, etc). Theme was expertly handled with each part of the series. Destiny, heroism and sacrifice for Trollhunters; Family, duty and home for 3-Below; Legacy, prejudice and family (again) for Wizards. Every season brought me to tears, made me laugh, made me fear for the safety of the characters and want good things for them after watching them sacrifice over and over again. It is a comfort show for me and always will be.

Now, the movie...

So, I don't think it was bad. I also don't think it was good, unfortunately. The animation took a bit of getting used to after bingeing everything else leading up to this, but I can't deny it was incredibly beautiful. It was especially nice to see places other than Arcadia and Akiridion-5. It started off strong with the train fight, and admittedly there were a lot of scenes I quite liked during the movie. But, just the scenes. I liked moments, but overall it didn't come together quite as well as the shows did.

The biggest factor is likely time. I doubt making this a movie was the initial plan since I know production companies enjoy snubbing out strong series for various reasons. Honestly, I was surprised we got an "ending" at all based on the trends of recent shows being forced to wrap things up prematurely. Even Wizards felt rushed compared to the others and as a result a lot of interesting concepts were brushed over quickly. I mean, I for one would've loved to see more Camelot "filler" shenanigans since those less plot-heavy episodes that we had throughout Trollhunters and 3-Below helped us explore the characters and grow to love them, and we didn't get quite as much of that with Douxie, Archie, Lancelot, Charlemagne, etc. But I digress, this post is supposed to be about the movie, not Wizards.

So yeah, I think Rise of the Titans should've been a show rather than a movie. We could have more time before Nari is captured, focusing on the "where are they now" of all the characters after the year we skipped. Jim gets to cook and eat human food after losing that passion when becoming a troll, adjusting to being human again! Maybe him and Toby talk about Barbara and Stickler being together and how it's kinda weird (Toby could compare it to having conflicting feelings over his Nana dating an alien). Krel and Aja have a call about how it is being the Queen and Steve interrupts because he misses Aja. Perhaps we hear Eli in the background doing something related to the "Secret weapon" and the call gets cut off quickly because this leads to a small disaster on Aja's end that she needs to go fix. Claire is practicing her magic with the help of Zoe while Douxie is off with Nari. NARI AND DOUXIE INTERACT WITH EACHOTHER AND WE ACTUALLY GET TO SEE IT! (Like, I know that they were travelling together for a year and that that is why Douxie is sad when Nari dies, but it didn't impact at all outside of empathy because there was no emotional investment on my end towards their friendship). But yeah, we get to see what's going on with everyone, and then perhaps this first episode ends with the reveal of them being ready for a plan of sorts (luring the arcane order and cutting off their magic. That wouldn't be revealed though). Cut to the Arcane Order in their super secret clubhouse saying they're close to finding Nari and you get a decent cliffhanger.

Episode 2 would start with the train fight and go fairly the same way. We see Jim struggling with fighting with no armor. Or perhaps he has akiridion armor, but it's too rigid or keeps malfunctioning (doesn't fit, so to speak). Only difference is that Jim's arc wouldn't be about whether or not he's still the trollhunter, because we've been through that already and he knows. I could get having moments of doubt, but his full on denial was kinda out of place after everything he went through. Instead, it could be that he feels useless due to now being a burden in a fight. Or perhaps instead he's wrestling with guilt. He's blaming himself since the arcane order got the seals due to them trying to rescue him. Maybe both? Maybe he even misses his troll body and feels that he's too weak now. Yes, he's still the trollhunter, amulet or not, but he's feeling less and less capable of answering this particular call, and that bothers him. He doesn't want to be a burden after all. Fight ends with the train crash, arrest, Douxie swapping with Nari, all the same.

Now, this is where things would go very very differently. Have more time before Douxie and Nari switch back. Let the Arcane order monologue a little more. They want to reset the world because the balance has been shifted? Cool! Tell me more! Did they used to try to get along with the humans? Did they try diplomacy in the past only to fail due to the stubborn humans, and that's why they've decided to take drastic measures? Or if not, explore why they believe they're the ones allowed to decide the balance is off. Is it because they're powerful? Or how long they've been on Earth? Did they reset it in the past and thus know through experience? I don't mind not knowing, since not everything needs to be spelled out for the audience, but there was potential to make them characters rather than obstacles, and it wasn't really utilized to its full potential. Allow Douxie to pick their brains a little instead of immediately swapping him and Nari back and only succeeding in delaying things a few more hours. Hell, if it was a TV show I honestly would've had one or two episodes before doing that while we address how that initial failure (and the fact that magical creatures/aliens were revealed to the world) affected everyone.

Maybe I'll go through and like, actually plot out episodes and stuff, but since I only just finished watching, here's just some various things I'd change:

-Get rid of that whole Steve pregnancy. That was just out of place and rather than the "comedy" breaking the tension, it shattered it completely and distracted from everything. If you wanna explore his father-based character arc, maybe have him and Aja discussing the fact that now that she's queen, she'll need heirs. And maybe Steve isn't sure he could be a good dad due to his history with paternal figures. You could even have it that he's taking care of Nari while her and Douxie are switched, and that leads to a situation where he helps her out and realizes he may be a better dad than expected. Or perhaps Blinky gives him paternal advice. Or Strickler. Or even BARBARA AND JIM like, Steve couldn't be worse than Jim's dad, and letting Steve and Jim bond over that would be nice. There was so much potential, but instead, Steve was reduced to an out of place running gag instead of getting a resolution to his character arc. And hey, if you wanna keep the whole male akiridions give birth thing that's cool, but it's gotta be done in moments where it won't distract. Or, you could even have it be that it means Aja and Steve need to adopt because uh... she's inorganic and he's organic? His body likely isn't actually built for akiridion childbirth despite the movie glossing over this fact? And maybe Steve has mixed feelings about someone else being the dad of his kids, but Coach and him talk about how Coach isn't his biological dad, but that doesn't mean he loves Steve any less.

-GIVE DOUXIE MORE SCREEN TIME! Seriously, had this been a show he would have the most potential for character growth out of everyone. His series was the shortest, so really all he got was a confidence boost and moving past needing Merlin's approval. But there was so much to explore with him still. What was up with that extreme burst of magic after Merlin's death that was never brought up again? How has he been mentally handling singlehandedly guarding Nari against the Arcane order for a year? Once he and Nari switch back, does he feel guilt over not being able to protect her? "Merlin wouldn't have failed like that. He kept her safe for thousands of years, I lasted a little over one". Perhaps, in his constant desire to prove himself to the people he cares about, he takes risky moves to try and save Nari again and make up for his mistakes, similar to how Jim was acting in the movie. Eventually, when he and Nari meet up again when trying to break her controlled state, Douxie is apologizing and talking about how he wants to make things right. He sees Nari as a friend; as family, just as much as Archie, and he doesn't want to lose her like he lost Merlin. He doesn't want to lose anyone else (which would make Archie getting stuck in the other Trollmarket, and Nari's sacrifice even more painful later on if that still happened).

-Krel, Eli and Stewart also needed more time. I get it was a movie, so time was short, but still. Krel's entire thing is that he grew to see Earth as his true home, and we didn't get to address the fact that he was immediately at risk of losing it at all. Not to mention the sheer amount of stuff he'd built for everyone. Like, could you imagine an episode where, to break up the tension (in a proper way, not a weird pregnancy way), in the midst of everyone trying to figure out how to stop the titans, Krel has overworked himself fixing and managing everyone's tech. He has to spend a day resting and disasters ensue as no one knows how to fix any of the stuff he usually manages. Like the tech keeping Camelot afloat, for example. Stewart and Eli could be the ones that end up stepping up to fill the Krel sized gap for the day.

-And I know that these fillers would lower the tension a bit, but like, having the titans need to charge up after awakening (like, absorbing elemental energy or something), or perhaps making the Arcane Order have to collect certain things to break the seals in the first place that they had on their fortress but lost when that was destroyed , or any other kinda obstacle to give time between the train fight and the Titans waking up would give time for less plot-heavy, more character focused episodes. And even after the titans wake up, they were moving super slowly and walking across the planet. It's not like they'd be short on time despite the movie making it seem like walking from china to america was a short jog at most.

-Don't give Toby the amulet. Don't get me wrong, I love Toby very much and literally bawled out loud at his sacrifice scene. But like, it made no sense to give him the amulet? Jim doing everything again with years of Trollhunter experience would help solve a lot of problems from his first go around (and I'm not fully on board with the whole time reset in the first place. Resetting to the start of the movie, or even just the fight with Bellroc would be better). Jim knows the burdens of being a trollhunter first hand, and you really think he'd be okay dumping all that on Tobes? Toby, the guy completely content with being the wingman and helping the people he cares about. Toby, the guy who never worried about not having a grand destiny up until the movie. The guy who in his biggest dreams was a Duke, not a king. I think Toby was well aware of how important moral support is and wouldn't see it as a lame superpower. But even if he did, in a tv show they could explore that in a way where he comes to learn just how much that moral support does for his friends. And if you still want his moment of glorious sacrifice (because I count that as one of the well done moments), then do that! But rather than going back in time to save everyone, make it so they sacrifice the stone to turn back time a bit. Risk their victory to try saving Toby. Have them fight Bellroc together instead of it being just Jim, because it's trollhunters, not trollhunter. It always has been, always will.

-And if you're like "But if they don't go back then Strickler and Nomura stay dead!" Then how about they don't kill them for shock factor in the first place? Have Strickler badly injured instead, because by god Barbara deserves some happiness. And think of the potential scene of her treating his wounds, and the two of them think about how things have changed since that visit to trollmarket when they were both hurt. About how Strickler stuck around, and when Barbara thought she'd lost him it scared her. How she's sick of almost losing everyone she cares about. She could talk a bit about Jim's dad then too, and it could be revealed that Jim was outside because he was going to check on them, but stopped when he realized they were talking. And then later on, he asks about his dad, admitting he overheard, and we get that conversation they had in the movie. And if you keep the Nomura sacrifice, give her more of a moment ffs. Like, she deserved better! Have the death be a sacrifice to save someone else instead of just "oops I got caught and I'm in the sun now". Make it deliberate. Make it her decision after a life of serving others. Finally, she got to be the one in control of her fate, and she chose to protect the people she cared about.

There's so much more I could say about this and the potential that was killed by the lack of time, but this is getting long and I should probably try actually doing the work I need to do today.

Edit (Because this just popped in my head and I need to add it).

THEY WERE LITERALLY AROUND THE ROUND TABLE! THE NINTH CONFIGURATION (which like, screw that there are more than 9 heroes here to save the day) WERE THE NEW KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE. They were there to protect the world, and like... did the bond between Lancelot and Steve just not exist anymore? Did that get timeline erased too? Could you imagine Steve fighting to protect the world, doing his best to protect the people he cared about so that he never loses someone like he lost Lance again? He gets to keep his promise to carry on the legacy of the Knights even after they died. THE POTENTIAL WAS THERE!!! THE SET UP WAS THERE!!! BUT NO! WE GET MPREG STEVE INSTEAD!!

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