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[panharmonium]

Hi! I love your Naruto thoughts and meta posts with all my heart and I want to ask your thoughts on something that has been on my mind literally since I was 13: what do you think about the relationship between Sasuke and Sakura? I went from being a hardcore shipper when I was a teenager, to being against any romantic relationship in Naruto after finishing the anime when I was in my early twenties. Nowadays I'm very into platonic love and depictions of friendship and I think the anime's obsession with forcing the "romantic interest" curse upon the main female character robbed us of... so much. There are a few wonderful moments in the anime where Sasuke and Sakura acknowledge each other, but because she's always "the girl with the crush", her actions are so often interpret as irrational or selfish by the fandom.

Hi @riemmetric!  It's great to talk to you again! Sorry it's taken me so long to answer this; RL has been making demands of me lately and it took me way longer to finish writing this up than I wanted it to (then again, I knew from the minute I read your original ask that my reply was going to get long, so I suppose I should have predicted a delay XD)

It's funny, my sister once asked me to choose between Sasuke or Sakura for an “unpopular opinion” meme, and I ended up doing Sasuke solely because I think the negative fandom opinions about Sakura are so unhinged and divorced from the actual text that I wouldn’t even know where to start.  People are entitled to dislike whatever characters they want, obviously, but there are some fandom takes that are, for me, so obviously rooted in bad faith viewings/readings that there’s no urge in me to discuss them.  That said, since you asked, I’m happy to go into my own thoughts on this a bit, with the disclaimer for other potential readers that I only write about fandom things for my own personal enjoyment, not as a contribution to The Discourse. If you don’t like Sakura, great!  I have no interest in changing your mind. Please consider this a sincere invitation to scroll on by and go enjoy whatever parts of the fandom appeal to you.

In general terms: I love Sasuke and Sakura’s relationship as much as I love all of the relationships in Team 7.  If we’re talking about them specifically as a romantic couple, then I probably fall somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, because I do like them together in a post-canon (to be clear: non-Boruto) setting, after time has passed and they’ve continued to develop individually and reconnect with each other, but I also wouldn’t exactly call myself an intense “shipper,” in the sense that I have no interest in pulling things out from the text and incorrectly citing them as evidence that Sasuke has hidden romantic feelings for her during the canon period. He cares about her in the canon period, just like he cares about Naruto and Kakashi.  That’s not up for interpretation; it’s the text.  But Sasuke during the canon time period does not demonstrate specifically romantic interest in anyone.  

[A note before people who might ship Sasuke with Someone Else emerge to rail against this statement - please just scroll past and continue enjoying fandom in whatever way is most fun for you. It is cool to ship whatever fanon thing you want; I think that’s great!  But earnestly citing any loving or emotional thing Sasuke does re: various characters in this story (yes, Sakura included) as indicative of specifically romantic love isn’t supported by the text. I know there are always going to be enormous subsets of any fandom who insist that it is, and I'm certainly not going to barge into anyone else's space to complain about that (because other people having fun together is harmless and none of my business), but I'm not obligated to indulge it on my own blog, either.]

Anyway, that said - the reason why I love Sakura and Sasuke’s relationship (from here on out I’ll use “relationship” in a general, non-romantic sense) is precisely because Sakura isn’t just “the girl with the crush.” Sakura has an arc when it comes to Sasuke, and its trajectory moves in the exact opposite direction of “irrational” or “selfish.”  She specifically goes from “the girl with the crush” to “the girl who steels herself and tries to put her personal feelings for Sasuke aside for the greater good” to “the girl who knows she can’t put her feelings aside, but who also knows full well that Sasuke doesn’t reciprocate them, and who still wants to save him regardless, because he matters to her as a person and a friend.”

[I'm putting the rest of this under a cut to save everyone's dash, and also to emphasize once again that this is a personal post on my personal blog which I wrote in response to a question from a personal acquaintance, the full content of which no one is obligated to read. I am not sending this post to random strangers and forcing them to look at it. I'm not even putting it in the character tags. I'm typing it up on my own blog and putting it under a cut. If you already know that you don't like Sakura, but you still click the link/read the post and then feel an urge to comment and complain, I am going to copy-paste this disclaimer and remind you that I specifically recommended that you scroll past and go have fun with fandom in your own way. Thanks in advance for responsibly curating your own fandom experience!]

So, from the top:

1. the girl with the crush

Sakura is, obviously, completely obsessed with Sasuke at the beginning of Part 1.  She’s also deeply clueless about him and his history (bizarre though it is, the story seems to indicate that she initially doesn’t know what happened with his family, the same way young!Obito is initially clueless about Kakashi’s father).  But what I like about Sakura and Sasuke’s Part 1 relationship is how this changes over time.

The critical scene that kicks this off happens right at the beginning of the manga, when she and Sasuke are talking by that bench - she complains about Naruto and blames his behavior on him being all alone/having no family to scold him; and even says she’s jealous that he doesn’t have parents to nag him all the time.  This obviously triggers an outburst from Sasuke, who tells her she has no idea what loneliness means and that she “makes him sick”/she’s “annoying” (importantly, the exact same thing Sakura said to Naruto in anger earlier that day), which in turn prompts Sakura to reassess herself and wonder whether she’s been making Naruto feel this terrible all the time, too:

From that point on, it’s a process of her putting little pieces together.  She still has a MAJOR crush, and she still acts like a twelve year-old, but as we approach the end of Part I, Sakura actually has a more accurate grasp on Sasuke’s current state of mind than Naruto does.  Naruto is initially excited to fight Sasuke on top of the hospital, because he feels like Sasuke’s finally acknowledging him, whereas Sakura is the one who immediately recognizes that something is wrong about this situation.  She is also the one who, after this fight, is concerned that Sasuke is really unwell and might do something drastic like run off in pursuit of the power Orochimaru promised him, but when she communicates this to Naruto, he assures her that this would NEVER happen:

(Sakura isn't convinced, though, because she goes to monitor the exit out of the village anyway.)

I’m not criticizing Naruto for his response here.  I ADORE hearing him say that Sasuke is too strong to need Orochimaru, with such perfect confidence - I love seeing how much respect and admiration he has for Sasuke underneath all their fighting, because that’s the whole reason he’s always baiting Sasuke and yelling at him and claiming “you're not so great!” He looks up to Sasuke; he wants to be like Sasuke; he thinks Sasuke is awesome! (It’s that Obito @ Kakashi behavior, you know?) But the fact remains that he is clueless about what’s actually going on with Sasuke in Part 1, and he remains clueless(ly optimistic) for a long time.  

(Eg, when he catches up to Sasuke during the retrieval arc and Sasuke climbs out of that cursed seal coffin, Naruto waves at him and calls "Come on, let's go!" as if Sasuke has been successfully rescued and is now going to come running home.  Even in Part II, when Naruto hears that Sasuke killed Orochimaru, he beams and immediately says, “So he must be on his way back to the Leaf Village!”  And everyone else in the room is like, “....,” because they know better.  Naruto doesn’t yet fully understand [or doesn't want to accept] the extent to which Sasuke has willingly chosen this path, and it’s not until after Jiraiya’s death/the Pain attack/the Five Kage Summit that Naruto really starts to understand Sasuke more clearly, which is something he himself admits.)

Sakura, in Part 1, has access to more information about Sasuke - she’s there for his first dissociative monologue during the bells test, she’s there for the curse mark’s placement, she’s there for his first violent transformation in the Forest of Death - she is, in fact, the unwitting catalyst for it (“Sakura…who did this to you?”), and her compassion is the reason Sasuke is later able to overcome the curse mark’s influence - so she has a more accurate/complete picture of “how he’s doing,” for lack of a better phrase, whereas Naruto, who doesn’t know about the curse mark in the first place, is still in the dark.  This means that Sakura is able to accurately discern that Sasuke is struggling more than Naruto realizes, and specifically to predict that he’s going to run away.  

(This dynamic is then interestingly flipped in the back half of Part II, since at any point after the Five Kage Summit, Sakura doesn’t have access to extremely relevant [if currently questionable and unproven] details that would in any other circumstance inform her behavior).

Of course, just because she has more info in Part 1 doesn’t mean she has some kind of miraculous insight into Sasuke’s every thought and feeling.  There are parts of her attempt to convince Sasuke to stay in the village that are as clueless as any of Naruto’s assumptions, and they showcase the kind of magical thinking common to childhood - like when she says that if he stayed with her, she could give him happiness, she’d do anything for him, even help him get his revenge - this idea that she herself can do something to make him feel better, that she can love him powerfully enough to defeat his pain - obviously none of that is rooted in realism.

Is this part of her approach irrational and immature and inadvertently self-centered?  Of course it is!  But it’s no more irrational and immature and inadvertently self-centered than Naruto’s stated plan to drag Sasuke back to the village even if he has to “break every bone in [his] body!” 

Hating on Sakura for her Part 1 attempt to convince Sasuke to stay in the village while simultaneously lauding Naruto for his feels like a bad faith misread of what is, to me, pretty clear narrative intention.  The story doesn’t at any point intend for us to see her begging him to stay as a selfish or conniving attempt to get something she wants.  She’s begging him to stay for the same underlying reason that Naruto is: she cares about him.  She thinks he’s making a mistake that will only cause him more pain in the end (she’s right) and she wants to make it so he feels less pain right now (she can’t.  But she doesn’t understand that/isn’t able to admit that, and she’s willing to try ANYTHING that might help).  

It’s critical that this farewell scene is set in front of that same bench from their first important confrontation - she references that day and how angry he got at her, and this time she tells him that she understands his reaction.  She’s learned things and she recognizes how insensitive she was being back then (“I know what happened to your clan, Sasuke”), even though she still can’t fully grasp all the complexities of the situation. She tells him that him blowing up at her back then helped her understand what loneliness actually meant (as opposed to her previous shallow understanding of it), and she challenges him about his choice right now: "So that's it, you're choosing the lonely path?" And when she tells him that she'll be very lonely if he leaves, we're immediately shown a panel of Sasuke thinking of both his friends, with the very clear implication that if he goes through with this, he will be lonely without them, too - that he's still struggling with the idea of leaving them, no matter how hard he tries to pretend:

Sakura at this point knows that Sasuke isn’t interested in her the way she is in him, but she still wants to give him happiness, however fantastical and immature her ideas sound to us (and, I’m sure, to him).  “I’ll do anything, even help you get your revenge/we'll have fun every day, and...and you'll be happy! I'll make sure of it!” - of course, it’s completely childish.  It���s irrational.  It’s ridiculous to think that any of this would ever be effective, but no more ridiculous than Naruto’s belief that he can simply break every bone in Sasuke’s body and keep him in the Leaf by force.

Both Naruto and Sakura are children who have a deeply oversimplified understanding of Sasuke’s situation.  They both still think they can fix him themselves.  They both think they can save him themselves.  They both think they can convince (or force) him to do what they want, what they think is in his best interests.  Both of them don’t yet understand that he has to want to come back, if it’s ever going to mean anything.  Their attempts to keep him in the village are immature and unrealistic, yes.  What they aren’t, however, is selfish, because neither Sakura nor Naruto are doing any of this with the intention of advancing their own interests.  They’re only thinking about Sasuke - how to keep Sasuke safe, how to make Sasuke happy - even when neither of them are taking an approach that will actually work.

Naruto and Sakura are children.  They’re afraid of losing somebody they care about.  Their attempts to prevent that from happening are desperate and messy and ultimately ineffective, but they are also genuinely felt and rooted in a true desire to rescue Sasuke from his pain, which - and this is the single most important thing that should impact our viewing of Part 1 - is something that Sasuke RECOGNIZES.  He doesn’t spend that agonizingly long moment bowed over Naruto’s defeated body so we can pretend he doesn’t understand that Naruto was just trying to help him.  He doesn’t take the time to murmur, “Sakura…thank you,” before laying her out carefully on a bench, just so we can discount it and pretend that he doesn’t recognize and appreciate her genuine intention to make things better for him, however clumsy that attempt might have been.

2. the greater good

If Stage 1 Sakura is "the girl with the crush," then Stage 2 Sakura is a progression to “the girl who decides to put her feelings for Sasuke aside in order to protect innocent people, including (but certainly not limited to) Naruto.”  She’s driven to this decision by interactions with Shikamaru, who all too recently had to grow up fast himself (“We're not kids anymore...we can't allow a war to break out between the Hidden Leaf and the Hidden Cloud because of Sasuke") and Sai, who risks his new friendship with Sakura and Team 7 in order to speak some hard truths and deliver one of my favorite lines in the whole story: “I don’t know what promise Naruto made to you, but it’s really no different than what was done to me.  It’s like a curse mark.”

(INCREDIBLE.  How can anybody be complaining about a season where Sai gets to say something that goes THIS HARD and Sakura LISTENS and takes DRAMATIC ACTION that actually propels the story forward in a meaningful way - )

[Okay, yeah, brief personal opinion interlude - it is just bonkers wild to me that there are people who complain about Sakura in the Five Kage Summit arc. That entire season is the greatest character arc she ever has.  Literally she has never been more interesting and dynamic than in Season 10; it’s the first time she ever gets to be as deep and fascinating as the boys; what is everybody so worked up about?  Oh, “she lied to Naruto that one time” - Sasuke joined infant-kidnapping baby-murdering human experimentation machine Orochimaru when he was twelve years old in order to (dare I say it????) selfishly pursue his personal goals and yet, somehow, we are still able to root for him.  He abandoned his friends/allies to imprisonment and death (Suigetsu and Jūgo) or outright stabbed them in the chest himself (Karin) in order to (SELFISHLY) get what he wanted, and yet, somehow, we are still able to love him, understand him, and be on his side.  Naruto is canonically not upset with Sakura about her lie after receiving context for the situation and I think we can probably take our cues from him without feeling the need to bring her up on war crimes; please calm down]

[Sorry, I just really love most of Season 10 and think it’s one of the best examples of how good this story can be when every single character gets to do something that matters (as opposed to things being all Naruto, all the time) so I get a little bit worked up over people complaining about some of the best writing Sakura ever gets.  I don’t understand what certain elements of fandom want from her. People complain about her being “useless” and not doing anything that contributes to the story, but then they complain just as much when she does finally get to act decisively and have just as complex/dynamic an inner world as the boys.  She’s “weak” for being unreasonably in love with Sasuke, but when she tries to be “strong” and put her love for him aside and eliminate him in order to protect Naruto and the rest of the world, she’s evil, because she should have been more understanding of his situation (despite the fact that she doesn’t KNOW anything about his situation).  But then when she can’t go through with killing him after all because she cares about him too much despite the things he’s done, she’s not "compassionate" or "kind" or "a good friend," she’s “weak” again. Nothing Sakura does in S10 is more wrongheaded or rash than any of the batshit, buckwild things Naruto and Sasuke have done in the past (and will continue to do in the future), but when Naruto and Sasuke have big feelings or take bold action, it makes them interesting characters, whereas Sakura can’t breathe in anyone’s direction without being minutely scrutinized for moral impurities.]  

Anyway. Back to a more measured response.  

Every single piece of development Sakura has with regard to Sasuke in this season satisfies me so much.  Her initial shock and disbelief at hearing that Sasuke had joined the Akatsuki?  Good, appropriate.  The fact that she starts to acknowledge the reality of what Sasuke’s done sooner than Naruto does?  Also extremely appropriate, very in-character for both of them.  Her taking Sai’s words to heart and deciding that the promise she asked Naruto to make when they were children is causing him to suffer and she has to relieve him of that burden?  Juicy!  AND thematically significant (promises!!!!  the burden that a promise places on a person, especially when it can't be kept - we've seen that before in this story and we'll see it again).  Her anguished pivot from wanting to protect Sasuke to realizing that she has a responsibility to protect the countless innocents who will die because of the war he’s trying to start?  HELLO THIS IS INCREDIBLE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.  Her knocking out the classmates who agreed to help her so they don’t have to share in her burden (and so the only person Naruto will hate when it’s over is her)?  BRUH.  Her being so committed and focused on her goal of saving innocents and protecting Naruto (not just from being harmed by Sasuke/the Akatsuki, but by the possibility that Naruto will someday have to hurt Sasuke himself) that she tries to take everything on by herself and walks into a confrontation that she absolutely cannot win??  INCREDIBLE.  (Literally the first time I watched this, I said, “Finally!!!  It’s Sakura’s turn to go off the rails!”  I laughed with my sister about how Kakashi isn’t even mad, because Naruto and Sasuke have been pulling stunts like this for years and Sakura was way overdue for her own meltdown.)  And then, after Kakashi intervenes in the fight - Sakura barreling back into the battle when she realizes he’s going to take on the burden of killing Sasuke himself in order to spare her and Naruto the horror - “I can’t let Kakashi-sensei bear this burden!”  I love her for that.  

And then, of course, in the end - her not being able to do hurt Sasuke after all.  Despite committing herself to the act, despite forcing herself to put her feelings for him aside, despite resolving to stop him from starting a war and killing innocent people, she can’t harm him.  She cares about him too much.  This, too, is thematically significant - think about Itachi’s “you don’t have enough hatred” - she doesn’t have enough hatred to kill someone she cares about, even if it seems like he deserves it, even if would be the right thing to do to protect others.  She can’t do it, and Sasuke almost kills her for her compassion.  

I love the dynamic this sets up between her and Sasuke, for a few reasons:

1) Personally, I think Sasuke respects Sakura much more for trying to kill him than he would have if she’d just tried to talk him out of his behavior or beg him to come home (a la their original confrontation in Part 1).  This is the first significant interaction he’s had with Sakura in years, and the fact that she does something SO contrary to his memory of her is an important demonstration of the fact that she’s not the same girl she used to be.  Sasuke spends a lot of time after his defection declaring to his old team “I’ve changed; I’m not that person anymore,” but this is one of the moments where he’s forced to acknowledge that his teammates have changed, too.  Time didn’t just stop for them when he left.  While he was turning into someone new, so were they.  They grew up without him, and his old memories of them can’t encompass the whole picture of who they are now.  

(This is a little tangential, but in general, I love the spectrum of reactions that Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi have in this sequence, and the way that all of them are ultimately messages Sasuke needs to hear.  Sasuke - who we know textually regrets what he did here, who apologizes to Sakura for it later - for “everything,” in fact - needs Naruto’s aggressively optimistic open-arms policy, yes, needs that potential, that unconditional possibility of return.  He also needs Sakura’s refusal to let him hurt her friends and start a war that will kill thousands of people, needs her surprisingly ruthless attempt to take him down; needs just as much her failure to do so, because it shows him that she still loves him too much to kill him even as she condemns him.  And he needs Kakashi’s grim line in the sand, needs someone who very possibly won't hesitate like Sakura (despite the horrifying personal cost), someone who will try to reach him but also won't let him escape and become the next generation’s Orochimaru, who won't let him cause untold suffering to untold numbers of people just because a teacher loved him too much to stop him when he had the chance. 

(And then even Kakashi chooses not to deliver a killing blow when he has the opportunity -)

(I know that in fandom people are more likely to be all, “oh, Naruto Good, everybody else Bad,” but I don’t think the narrative frames Sakura or Kakashi as “worse” than Naruto in any way.  The story goes out of its way to make it clear how desperately they don’t want to hurt Sasuke and how much they care about him.  And [this is just my interpretation, so obviously I won’t claim it as fact], I personally think that Sasuke - Sasuke, who, looking back, can see how lost he was then and how tortured he would have been if he’d gone through with many of his plans - would be grateful to Sakura and Kakashi for making an attempt to stop him when he couldn’t stop himself.)

2) On the other side of this, the fact that Sakura wasn’t able to deliver the killing blow means a lot. Sasuke was incapacitated under that bridge; he was completely at her mercy - but she stopped with the kunai an inch from his back.  She couldn’t kill him, even though she knew that he was completely willing to kill her (because he'd attempted to Chidori-assassinate her from behind just a few minutes ago).  That’s huge!  Sasuke is too out of his head right now to process this or understand it, but later, it's going to matter.  She stayed her hand.  She spared his life.  She loved him too much to hurt him, even when he’d given her every reason to take him down.  She hesitated, and he almost killed her for it, but her inability to strike him ultimately gave him yet another chance to come home, another chance to get better, another chance to have a life outside of his pain.  Despite everything, some part of her still hadn’t really given up on him, and that knowledge will matter later, when he’s finally able to acknowledge it.  

The point of all this is to say that I really have no complaints about Sakura and Sasuke’s dynamic in their S10 confrontation.  This season is the point where Sakura fully grows past her “girl with a crush” stage and into her “shinobi must make very harsh decisions” adulthood, but it never means that she doesn’t care about the person she’s trying to take down.  Her ultimate inability to deliver the killing blow remains a dangling lifeline for her relationship with Sasuke, an open door that Sasuke is able to walk through at the end of the story (literally, in fact, when Sakura opens that portal for him and saves him from Kaguya’s desert prison, and figuratively, too, when Sasuke apologizes to her).

3. she only wants to save you

The last stage in their relationship is what Sakura settles into during the war arc.  She started off Part 1 being just a girl with a crush, then tried to harden her heart and put her feelings for Sasuke aside in service of the greater good, but she was unable to actually follow through and kill him, and because of that, what she’s come to accept by the war arc is actually two things: that 1) Sasuke truly is willing to let her die if it furthers his goals, and 2) she wants to save him anyway.  

She has no intention of pursuing Sasuke romantically.  She knows full well that Sasuke isn’t interested in her.  She even knows that Sasuke isn’t really on their side (there’s a great scene where Sai questions Sakura about Sasuke’s return, and she reassures him that everything is fine, and Sai sadly thinks to himself “even I can tell your smile is fake”).  She’s well-aware that Sasuke didn’t try to help her when Madara stabbed her.  She’s well-aware that he left her to die in the lava pit.  She’s also well-aware that none of this is enough to make her stop loving him.  He doesn’t have to care about her - she still cares about him.  She still wants to help him.  She still wants to save him.

This is not hidden, hard-to-parse character development.  It’s explicitly articulated on the page:

Sakura’s not trying or wanting to make you hers!  She only wants to save you.

I’m not sure if people look at this last confrontation and unquestioningly take Sasuke at his word (as if we haven’t just read 71 volumes/watched 700 episodes showing us how how painfully distorted his thinking is), or if they stop reading/watching before the end of the scene, or if they don’t understand that Sasuke saying something doesn’t make that statement an accurate representation of reality.  The entire point of this scene is to show us how deeply mistaken Sasuke is about Sakura (and, by extension, the rest of Team 7).  He’s locked into a false pattern of thinking.  His single-minded focus on revenge and destruction has blinded him to the unconditional love his friends feel for him; he’s become so accustomed to using others and being used that he can’t understand or accept that someone would care about him without needing a reason, without needing him to love them back, without needing to receive something from him in exchange.

Sakura’s not trying or wanting to make you hers!  She only wants to save you.

Sasuke matters to Sakura as more than a love interest.  He always has.  She does love him romantically, yes, but she doesn’t only love him romantically, and her desire to help him is not and has never been contingent on him returning her feelings, romantically or otherwise.  Sasuke isn’t able to acknowledge that in this scene, but that doesn’t mean we’re supposed to just sit back and agree with his warped perspective.  Kakashi is the one who’s explicitly positioned as the voice of the narrative here.  We, as the audience, are supposed to recognize that Kakashi is the one telling us the truth.

[tangential thing 1: You don’t have to love Sakura's last plea to Sasuke here. It’s not my favorite, either - the best part, other than Kakashi’s speech at the end, is the moment after Kakashi collapses when Sakura’s expression changes from pained uncertainty to pure rage, when she grits her teeth together - when I first saw that, I almost leapt out of my seat like “Oh my god.  She’s finally going to let him have it.  It’s finally happening - ”  I wanted that so badly, and I still think it would have been a more effective writing choice for Sakura’s last words to lean more into her anger at the suffering Sasuke is causing all of them (himself included!) and less into yet another of Kishimoto’s “let me have Sakura articulate what a shame it is that she can’t do as much as Naruto despite the fact that I literally just went through a major reveal sequence in the war to show that she’s caught up to the boys; I can’t make up my mind about whether I want her to progress or not” - it’s extremely frustrating (and it's something he does at the very end of the S10 Team 7 reunion, too, which is the ONLY moment of S10 that falls flat for me).  But at the same time, even if there are ways this sequence could be more satisfying, it doesn’t change the fact that her plea to him is not remotely motivated by a desire to be with him romantically and not anything to condemn her for.]

[tangential thing 2: I do like how she remembers that moment when Sasuke says “Thank you.”  That panel precedes her saying “If there’s even a tiny corner of your heart that thinks about me…” (which I’m sure is one of the things that people like to criticize about this scene, aka “oh she’s sooooo self-centered” etc), but that particular line of dialogue is preceded by that particular flashback panel for a reason: Sakura knows that Sasuke DOES think about her.  He thinks about all of them.  Sakura remembers that “thank you,” and it reminds her that despite everything Sasuke has done and said since, despite all evidence to the contrary, she knows in her bones that his expression of gratitude back then was genuine.  He cared about her once.  He cared about all of them.  She’s trying to reach the part of him that still does, if it exists.]

[tangential thing 3: The fact that Kakashi says “she suffers from loving you,” and it triggers Sasuke to remember his own family - thinking about how much he suffered (and still suffers) from loving them - “Perhaps…those are the ties to a failed past” - the idea that it’s not worth it to have bonds if it means you suffer this much…that it’s too difficult, it’s too painful, and if Sakura and the rest of Team 7 were smarter they would just give it up (all Sasuke knows how to do now is sever potential bonds before they can hurt him; so why aren’t Sakura and the rest of his teammates doing that, why can’t they let it go, why are they making this so hard - ) << yeah, he clearly doesn't care about her/them at all.]

4. the shadow of my family

This has all been a really long way to answer the original question, but the short response to “What do you think about the relationship between Sasuke and Sakura?” is “I really care about it,” just like I really care about the relationship between Sasuke and Naruto, just like I really care about the relationship between Sasuke and Kakashi. And I don’t think the story ever asks me to choose between them.

I’m not sure whether it’s the impact of Boruto-era “canon” that gets in the way of other people approaching things this way (I don’t consider sequel material when I evaluate the original story), or if it’s Kishimoto’s frequent disinterest in/disrespect towards female characters, which yes, does sometimes make it harder, or if it's a shipping thing (bane of my existence), or some combination of factors, but for me, taking one member of Team 7 out of the equation hobbles the rest of the story.  I can’t read/watch Naruto while hating one of the protagonists and loving the other three.  It doesn’t work like that for me.  The story wasn’t written that way, and there’s nothing in the text that would cause me to receive it that way.

That doesn't mean there's anything wrong with disliking one of the main foursome (or any character, for that matter) - obviously we're all going to have different preferences, and everyone is free to enjoy or reject whatever parts of a story they want, or to like or dislike whatever characters they want. I know that some people have more fun disregarding canon and doing their own thing, which is fine.  My own personal zone of enjoyment comes from receiving the story as closely to how I think it was intended to be read as I can, and personally, when I look at this particular story, what I see is that all the members of Team 7 clearly demonstrate their love for Sasuke in ways that he himself later recognizes and acknowledges. All of them are driven by their desire to save him and their unwillingness to hurt him. All of them make repeated choices to chase after him when he runs away, to trust him when he hasn't exactly earned it, to give him another chance when he doesn't appear to deserve it. ALL of them, not just Naruto, do these things multiple times throughout the story, and Sasuke owes his life (and thus his eventual recovery) to ALL of them, many times over. Kakashi disobeys Hokage-elect Danzō and breaks the law to negotiate for Sasuke's life with a foreign head of state. Sakura and Kakashi both have opportunities to kill Sasuke in the Land of Iron, and they choose to spare him instead. Kakashi stops Sasuke from killing his only friends at two different points in the story, which would have been a mistake Sasuke couldn't have recovered from. Sasuke would have died in Kaguya's desert dimension if Sakura hadn't saved him (Sakura, who knew that Sasuke wasn't even truly on her side yet, who knew he'd abandoned her for dead multiple times already that day). Kaguya's bone bullet would have killed Sasuke too, if Kakashi, with his intention to die in Sasuke's place, hadn't leapt in front of it (Kakashi, who also knew that Sasuke wasn't fully on their side yet, who also knew that Sasuke had abandoned him for dead earlier that day). Sasuke and Naruto would have BOTH died in the Final Valley if Sakura and a severely injured Kakashi hadn't chased after them to heal their injuries.

Remove any one member of Team 7, and Sasuke never makes it home. Without the combined efforts of all three of his teammates, he doesn't survive.  That’s the way it should be, thematically, for a story whose first and most foundational premise was the importance of teamwork, and since Sakura was just as essential to that framework as everyone else, I’m just as invested in her relationship with Sasuke as I am in his relationship with everyone else.  You can’t remove one leg from a four-legged stool without damaging the integrity of the entire structure, and for me, discounting any single member of Team 7 irreparably damages the integrity of the entire story. 

TL;DR: I love all of the Team 7 relationships, including Sakura and Sasuke's, because despite what some segments of fandom seem to believe, the text of the story never gives me any reason not to.

#naruto #meta #replies #anyway that's that! hopefully that is a helpful answer #thank you for the question! i honestly don't think i would have ever gotten around to writing about this if i hadn't been directly asked #i love talking about the stories i enjoy (obviously; we all do; that's why we're here) #but i'm usually ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ about responding to takes that blatantly misread the narrative to justify hating a particular character or ship #mostly because a) it's whatever. as long as people mind their own business and leave me to enjoy myself they can do what they want #and b) some opinions are so divorced from the actual text that they're not worth discussing #like. what's the point of responding to random internet posts saying that sakura was selfishly pursuing sasuke as a lover the entire time #when that is textually and provably not the case? #if you're that committed to experiencing things in direct contradiction to what the narrative is asking of us then just go ahead #is it mildly annoying to me? sure. but so are lots of things and it's better to just let stuff go #like - i initially planned to take this piece of meta all the way up through sakura and sasuke's last scene together #the one where he tells her 'maybe next time' and finally reclaims and redefines itachi's forehead tap (INCREDIBLE. THIS SCENE.) #but ultimately i changed my mind because everything i wrote for that last section was coming out too harsh #i generally prefer to talk about fandom stuff in a chill/friendly approachable way #but i kept thinking about the most obscenely & disrespectfully inaccurate read of that scene i'd ever seen #and i couldn't figure out how to talk about it in a non-scathing way #that scene and the one where naruto gives sasuke's headband back are the ONLY well-written things about the finale of naruto #they are SO perfectly constructed and i can't respond to people slandering either one without feeling an urge to kill #so i just deleted it. partially because again - this is fandom; it's not that serious; people can do what they want #but also because i know i get extra frustrated about people picking over the text and plucking out isolated bits and pieces #to contort into blatantly misinterpreted mutant shapes that 'confirm' whatever pre-existing judgments or ships they had #instead of experiencing the story as a cohesive whole & keeping in mind the greater context of what it's always been trying to communicate #people on this website say 'we all interpret things differently :)' as if it means no one can ever be wrong about what a text is saying #newsflash: not all interpretations of a text are valid. things can't in fact mean whatever you want them to mean. #the ***story*** persists and exists even if the author is dead to you #if you choose to ignore that then that's fine; it's just fandom; who cares. but i'm not going to pretend you're 'analyzing' anything. #(ok now i'm really done. you can see why i deleted this section XD)

[junggunz]

crew love | 🔞

summary: sometimes dick appointments don't go as planned... cw: fembodied!reader, there is ZERO plot, pwp, smut, fwb!samuel, fwb!eli, fwb!johan, fwb!jake, reader really said why have one bitch when you can have four-, fivesome-ish...each of the crew heads take turns with reader, mentions of masturbation, oral (f and m receiving), fingering (f receiving), lazy handjobs and blowjobs, c*ck drunk reader tbh, p in v, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, degrading dirty talk...mostly from samuel, jake calls reader 'pretty girl' once, everyone is 18+, bukakke ending, honestly there's a lot going on let me know if i missed anything. wc: 4.2k words that's crazy bc i shortened this by a lotttt. an: absolute insanity and peak degeneracy. a late merry christmas and an early happy new years from me to yall hehehe.

“And here I thought, my favorite slut was just a cute nickname for you. I never would have guessed that you were running around fucking these punks when I was too busy for you.” Samuel laughs dryly, his jaw clenching as his eyes drift over the other crew heads. 

Eli was just some runaway. Johan was a crybaby. But Jake Kim was a part of your little roster? You knew better than to even mention Jake around Samuel, but the fact you more than likely compared them when you talked about your sexual escapades with your friends was enough to get him seething with rage.  

It was truly an unfortunate coincidence when you sent a text to all four of your fuck buddies telling them to come over on the same day. While juggling so many guys at once, you anticipated that at some point, you would fuck up and remember wrong details about the wrong guy or even call one of them the wrong name at least once. But to screw up on this scale was beyond your imagination; you blame your overly chaotic life that caused you to seek out relief in the form of casual sex. Besides your schedule being all over the place and causing conflict, each of these men catered to a specific need you had.

Samuel provided you with rough, degrading sex that left you drunk on his cock. Johan gave you the illusion of having some sense of control in your life as you basically coached him into being the perfect fuck. Eli easily played the role of being a friend you happened to sleep with—oftentimes, him being the one you try out your new tricks with— And last but definitely not least, Jake was the one who could give you both a shoulder to cry on and a dick to ride on after a long day. They all had their own quirks and strengths that catered to whatever you needed throughout the week. Trying to pick a favorite was out of the question because you weren’t sure if you felt emotional attachment to any of them. There were no blurred lines or confusing boundaries, the basis of your relationship with all of them was just sex. And all four of them were good in bed or else you wouldn’t have bothered to keep their numbers.

“Well, now what? This isn’t the first time we’ve met under strange conditions and it probably won’t be the last.” Eli says, his tone even but with a flair of nonchalance as he sits down on your couch and looks at the other men in your living room.

Samuel alone is able to make the atmosphere tense with his disdain for Jake but everyone else in the room seems to be more baffled by the current situation you’re all in. It’s almost comical but it’s more awkward than anything and you wish the ground would swallow you whole.

“I came all this way to get my dick sucked and I don’t wanna leave with blue balls so, if you all could kindly fuck off—” Johan states bluntly only for Samuel to interject.

“What do you think I’m here for? Do you think I came to have a meeting with you fuckers again?” 

Jake who had been silently off in the corner, mind going at a hundred miles per hour as he contemplated his relationship with you after finally digesting the fact he had been sharing you with three other people, suddenly speaks up. When you hear the words that fall past his beautifully flawed lips, you swear that he has finally lost his mind. And to make matters worse, it seems like the madness is shared when everyone including Samuel agrees after taking a few moments to deliberate amongst each other; blatantly leaving you out of the conversation and not letting you know their gameplan.

Who would have thought that this day would be the ultimate test of how well these four could work together? Hands are all over your body, impatiently pushing you down the hall to your room and sitting you down at the ledge. Filling the spots on the bed on either side of you are Samuel and Jake; Samuel moving quickly to make the first move and assert his dominance. Inked hand roughly grabbing you by the chin, he turns your head to face him so he can plant his lips on yours. Lips parting in a salacious moan from his treatment, he seizes the opportunity to force his tongue into your mouth; tasting you before you could be tainted by one of the other three men surrounding you. Though Samuel is adamant on staking his claim on you first, Jake has no problem latching his lips onto the exposed column of your neck. The way his lips gently feather across your skin to make you squirm then gradually get more intense is the complete opposite of how Samuel is fierce with you from the get go but they both share the talent of easily turning you into a mindless, lust drunk mess with just their lips. With so many hands on you, you can’t tell who’s unbuttoning your shirt or who’s hands are snaking up your skirt to tease you through your underwear. You barely have any time to process Samuel pulling away from your lips because Jake occupies them as soon as the opportunity arises. You think you can recognize the feel of Samuel’s palms cupping your breasts and treating the tender flesh as stress balls. And you’re almost certain that it’s Johan who’s kneeling between your legs, pressing his face into your panty clad pussy while Eli is off to the side, keeping your legs spread.  

It’s only after Samuel’s hands have freed the supple skin of your tits and you have him and Jake latching on to your nipples, you’re able to see what’s going on to confirm everyone’s position. Even with the fabric barrier of your underwear, the way that Johan was greedily slurping your arousal through the fabric had your head lolling around dumbly. Your body was burning hot and the temperature was only rapidly increasing due to all the hands and mouths currently on you. Samuel’s tongue flickers over the perky bud of your nipple, leaving tepid trails of saliva in its wake. Jake’s mouth was surrounding the other, every so often grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin. When you look over at Eli with apologetic eyes, he only gives you a sly smile as his hand strokes your inner thigh; silently letting you know that you would always be worth the wait for him. 

So greedy to feel as much of you as possible, when Samuel moves back to your lips and Eli is able to have a taste of your breasts. Getting in just a few sucks and bites, Eli is more interested in getting back between your thighs when he sees Johan pushing your panties to the side. Kissing his way down from your chest and his lips marking every patch of skin exposed by your haphazardly arranged clothing, Eli’s teeth skim along your thigh and cause you to shudder. 

The moment Johan’s pretty fingers spread apart your sticky folds, everyone momentarily halts what they’re doing to look at the sight in awe before everything ramps up in intensity and your clothes are being pulled off your body. Easing a finger into your slick hole, Johan begins to move it in and out of you steadily; basking in the sensation of your tight walls stretching to accommodate the intrusion of the lone digit. Not too long after that, he’s grabbing you by the thighs and yanking you forward until your back falls flat against the mattress, your upper body no longer propped up Samuel and Jake. Even with the adjustment in position, Jake’s mouth had remained stuck on your chest; finally able to cup both tits in his hands when Samuel sits back on his knees after deciding he wanted something else, reaching for your hand and guiding it to palm the bulge in his boxers. 

Attention disproportionately divided between the four men as their hands needily grope you, Johan occupies the most of it when his fingers enter you again. Palm facing up with his ring and middle fingers pressing against the spongy spot within your walls, your breathing is uneven with moans getting stuck in your throat.  His fingers don’t move particularly fast or deep but they apply a consistent pressure against your sweet spot that makes your thighs shake and would have had your hips bucking if Eli wasn’t the one keeping your lower body firmly pinned against the mattress and your panties out of the way for Johan. With just a few firm pushes into the same spot, Johan makes your pussy squirt and Eli is quick to lean in and claim the first taste of your honey; earning a small glare from the man who had actually brought you to your orgasm. Immediately after Eli pulls away, Johan’s tongue is lapping at your clit to taste your release. Fingers still inside you, Johan repeats his same movements from earlier to make more of your nectar spill out of you before he leans in to drink your juices straight from the source. 

“Open up, sweetheart.” Eli coos softly to get your attention, now kneeling beside you with his cock out which you respond to by gently holding the base of his length and guiding it into your mouth. 

Only a few seconds into sucking on Eli, you feel Samuel slapping the heavy tip of his own erection against your cheek until you turn to him and give him the same treatment. You try your best to simultaneously stroke both of them and alternate giving them your mouth, but Johan is still having his fun between your legs and playing with your sensitive pussy, in search of other spots to make you see stars. At this point, any type of contact on your private parts gets you to thresh and writhe; your brain so muddled that it takes Eli and Samuel constantly reminding you that you were supposed to be giving them your mouth. 

Things had just started and you were already drowning in your own sea of selfish pleasure. Pushing you to lay on your side and accentuating the natural curves of your ass and hips, you watch with hazy eyes as Eli and Johan switch positions; Johan presenting his hard length before you to which you thoughtlessly take in your mouth while Eli’s tongue ravenously licking up the trail of wetness that dripped from your pussy to your puckered asshole that was now easily accessible to him. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feel of Eli eating you out so hungrily. By no means was Johan bad with his mouth and fingers, but Eli was simply a more seasoned lover. With enough practice, the two would be on similar playing fields at some point because they had a similar wild streak masked by their pretty faces. Messily smearing your arousal all over the place, the dominant sensation in your lower half is wet and downright sloppy. There’s a gentle pulsing within you due to the back to back orgasms brought to you by Johan’s fingers, but it is quickly diminishing and being replaced by a new coil of heat building in your stomach.  

Right when you think you’re gonna cum on Eli’s tongue, you see quick movement out of the corner of your eye. 

“I can’t fucking wait anymore.” You hear Samuel growl. 

Impatiently shoving Eli out of the way and lining his length up to your hole, sinking into you with one harsh thrust and starting off at a mean pace. The sudden stretch of Samuel’s cock stings like it always does, but with how wet you are and how heavy his thrusts are, he slips right in. With your senses zeroing in on the intrusion of Samuel’s length, your mouth comes off of Johan, only leaving him with the remnants of your saliva to lubricate his shaft as he jerks off to you being filled by Samuel. 

“Fucking pathetic. Inviting all your fuck buddies over and you can’t even mulitask.” Samuel chuckles darkly, giving your ass several hefty slaps that leave the skin stinging with an almost pleasant burn. 

Dizzy from all the movement and finding yourself on your back again when Samuel’s hands push both your thighs against the mattress so he could plow deep into you, watching your pussy greedily swallow his length. After observing from the sidelines for a bit, Jake joins in on the action and offers his thigh to rest your head on; the exchange being that your mouth was solely his for the moment. The lips on your face being stretched around Jake’s length while your lower lips were being plundered by Samuel, the sound of your moans have died out and the soundtrack of your bedroom consists of the sound of your poor bedframe trying not to break, wet skin slapping against each other with the low moans and groans of each of your fuck buddies. You don’t have to look at Johan or Eli to know that they were taking a breather, idly stroking their own lengths to the sight of you being wrecked by the two former colleagues. 

No one says anything but everyone can see it on your face. When your mind is venturing off into space as Samuel fucks your brains out, all it takes it Jake gently caressing your cheek or your stroking your hair to bring you back to Earth; looking up at Big Deal’s leader with a more affectionate expression while you suck him off. Of course, Samuel is the only one bothered by this minor quirk; plowing into you harder and deeper like he was trying to ruin your pussy for everyone else by molding you to only take him. But all his brutal thrusts do is knock the wind out of you, making it impossible to warn him before he’s pushing you to your orgasm and causing your walls to squeeze so tight, it forces his cock out as your juices are expelled from your loins. 

“You couldn’t hold it just a little longer, nasty slut?” Samuel groans, giving you another harsh slap but this time on your thigh as he reluctantly pulls away from you. 

The sight of your orgasm signaled that Samuel’s turn was up and since Jake was the closest, he’s quick to claim his spot between your spread thighs, slowly easing himself into your sensitive pussy. As much as it irritates to see Jake so eager to take his place, Samuel moves off to the side; hand wrapping around his angry cock to maintain his hardness. Seeing how Johan and Eli were holding up with only a fraction of his frustration, Samuel started to wonder what kind of things you got up to with either one of the two for them to be so patient in this situation. 

On a regular day, Jake would be better at taking his time with you and building up to a pace that brings you to your sweet release but after waiting so long to feel you and feeling the way your love canal rhythmically throbs around his cock after your finish, it’s like you have him in a trance. Not as rough as Samuel, but definitely more aggressive than his usual self, Jake thrusts into you needily. Your wanton moans mixing in with Jake’s are loud enough to drown out the sound of your bed squeaking in protest. Body so high strung, it comes as no surprise that you can only hold out for so long before you’re calling out Jake’s name between breathy whimpers. 

“What is it, pretty girl?” He asks you, voice wavering ever so slightly as your walls squeeze him even tighter and become more slick around him; his body torn between pushing deeper into your pulsing heat or halting his movements. 

“I’m gonna cum again—” You pant, looking up at him with glossy eyes to top off your sheepish expression; feeling bad for making him wait so long just to barely get any time with you. But Jake could never be mad at you for cumming too soon on his cock. The warmth of your walls gave him a comfort that simply couldn’t compare to other one night stands he had been with. Even in this situation where he had to share you, bringing you to orgasm filled his chest with pride just the same.

Reaching between your bodies, his thumb gently toys with your swollen clit in time with his thrusts, causing a shrill yelp to pour from your lungs before you tremble beneath him, your hips bucking wildly and your walls wrapped around him like you were made for him, it almost tempts into finishing inside you, but he swiftly pulls away. Dick throbbing after being denied of his own climax, his hand wraps around the end of his shaft, lightly squeezing the tip as he looks toward Eli and Johan to see who would call next. 

Despite his eagerness to kick everyone out of your apartment earlier so he could have you to himself, Johan lets Eli go first. Not out of politeness but simply because making mental notes of how everyone else treated your body. Johan may have been at a disadvantage by not having as much experience under his belt as the others, but he was able to make up for it with how quick he learned by observing. Watching the same type of porn you liked may might have given him some insight to what gets you off; however it just didn’t compare to actually seeing in real time how you liked to be fucked. 

Eli moves between your legs, ready to mount you until the wetness of the sheets against his skin nags at him. There had been countless times where he had been able to make a mess of you like this on his own but something about having to kneel in a puddle of your juices that were coaxed out of you by someone else bugs him.

“God, it’s wet everywhere. You’re so messy.” Eli teases softly, plucking you off your mattress and hooking your thigh around his arm as he stands at the end of your bed frame. 

With you no longer laying down, everyone is able to see the faint outline of your figure created by you sweating on the sheets along with the sizable dark, wet stain of your orgasms. It’s so vulgar and dirty, but it’s exactly the type of thing that seems to boost morale amongst the men and make them even more eager to wreck you. 

Balancing yourself on just one foot, it’s up to Eli to keep you stable; one hand tightly gripping your thigh and the other keeping a vice hold on your ass. The moment he sinks into you, your body tenses for just a moment before relaxing in his arms. Being taken at this angle somehow manages to wipe more thoughts from an already barren mind. You feel Eli’s length pummeling deep inside of you, you feel his lips ghosting along your neck and jaw but it’s almost as if there’s disconnect between your mind and body. You can’t even think about how loud you’re being and if you keep it up, you might end up with a sore throat because your moans just keep tumbling carelessly.   

Rutting into you with the perfect balance of passion and primal instinct, Eli genuinely contemplates giving you a nice, warm load right into your cervix so you’d have to keep him around. The only thing that stops him from asking if you want his seed at that moment is the fact that there were three other guys coping with varying levels of sexual frustration and would throw a fit if he came inside you so soon. In the back of his mind, Eli was more than ready to creampie you if you had begged even just a little. 

You don’t even have to string together the words to warn Eli that you were on the verge of another explosive orgasm. He could see it all over your face. He could feel it in how you clutched onto his shoulders and dug your nails into the skin. And the most damning of all, everyone could hear the way your moans escalated in pitch and volume. Your body feels like jelly as you gush all over his length, the only thought in your head wondering how were you going to make it through the rest of the night if things continued on like this? 

After Eli pulls out of you, it’s a literal hand off to Johan; feeling God Dog’s leader put his hands on your waist then bend you over while your hands still clung to Eli. Rough fingertips dig into the meat of your hip as Johan establishes a firm hold on your body, he pushes his hips forward; the harsh thrust cushioned by the softness of your ass. You gasp loudly, not expecting the tip of his cock to hit your sweet spot right away. If he continued to fuck you at this angle, there was no way you wouldn’t come apart with just a few more thrusts—Johan knows that and quite frankly, doesn’t care— It’s proven when he gives you a few experimental bucks of his hips and feels the telltale sensation of your walls clamping down on his cock that lets him know you had orgasmed. With how quickly you cum, your jaw hangs open in shock and no one else is the wiser so Johan continues to lose himself in the sensation of your warm, wet heat. 

“How are you still so fucking tight?” Johan groans out, a delirious laugh rumbling in the back of his throat while he ruts into you, pushing so deep that his full balls are squished up against your swollen pussy lips. “Is it because you’re waiting for someone to bust inside you?” He says, leaning in to whisper the words into your ear. 

You lose count of how many times you cum on Johan’s cock alone but at this point, your walls are so sensitive that even with the undulating, rapid movements of his hips, you feel every vein and ridge rubbing up against you.  

“N-no…” You whimper, despite the very obvious spasming of your walls after hearing his question.

“Just say the word and I’ll fill you up-” 

“If you cum inside, we’re kicking you out.” Jake quickly cuts in after overhearing the brief exchange between you and Johan. 

Rolling his eyes at the latter’s comment, Johan promptly shoves you off his cock; not wanting to deal with the bickering that would ensue if he were to finish inside you like he wanted. Never empty for long, as soon as someone pulls out of you, someone else is filling you up again or moving you into another position before entering you again. It’s truly a group effort to remind you to use your mouth or hands on the other guys when you have one of them balls deep in your pussy, your mind long gone and in a depraved daze.   

It’s only when you get to a point of being barely able to keep your eyes open, your bedroom is filled with an urgency to finish before your body finally gives out. It had been in the middle of one of Eli’s turns when everyone quietly came to the decision to wrap things out and he pulled out of you, your body tiredly sprawled out on the soiled sheets. Everyone stands around you and furiously jerks their dicks before you feel splashes of warmth all over various parts of your body. Even though your vision was mostly fuzzy by now, you could tell by just the locations who finished where. Samuel made sure to paint your face, uncaring of whether he got it in your hair or eyes but ensuring he slapped his tip on your tongue as he shot out the final rope. Eli came all over the outside of your pussy, fondly smiling at the sight as he did so. Jake had mostly aimed for your chest; letting a few stray ropes spray over the lower portion of your face because he knew it would get a rise out of Samuel. And Johan had opted to leave a nice pool of his seed right above your navel since your ass wasn’t an option for him today.

Fucked out and exhausted, you stumble to the bathroom to get yourself cleaned up and make it clear that they needed to change your bedding for you before they left. Once that’s all done, you don’t even bother saying bye to any of your fuckbuddies since it was a normal part of your routine to send them away after cleaning up. You hear your front door slam shut, the electronic deadbolt automatically locking it for you and you assume everyone has left so you could go to sleep but the sound of footsteps approaching your bedroom again makes you slowly sit up and look toward your doorframe. 

You thought you didn’t have a favorite crew head, but when you see that he’s the one who decided to stay behind, you perk up as you welcome him back into your bed. Whether it was simply enjoying each other’s company or just resting before going for another round of sex, you’re glad it’s with him. 

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[punkpandapatrixk]

Full Wolf Moon in Leo ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

Heey~ The Full Moon is in Leo!🦁The first thing that intuitively comes to mind with this aenergy is the Solarpunk Society!🌞Leo is ruled by the Sun and this 5th House aenergy talks about our hobbies and passions which are essentially the foundation of our great enterprise—of which energy can be understood by our Midheaven/10th House.

When you really think about it, children dwell in the realm of the 5th House with play and pretend. This whole play and pretend actually contains hints and signs about how they should go about making connections in the world (7th House dealings) so they form bonds with people and enterprises that support the manifestation of their honest desires. Hohoh, ideally speaking it should be like that but what’s ideal in this world anyway?🍣

This Full Wolf Moon in Leo brings invitation for you to look into your 5th House placements as well as where your Sun sign falls in your natal chart, for they carry information that can help you understand your place in the world when you’ve grown up (10th House realm). Everybody was born into this world with a purpose, right? No matter how small or big or if that purpose is meant for a small community or a big society.

A person’s true power does truly come from a clarity of purpose. That’s what the kingly Leo aenergy is all about anyway. You can only be King because you’ve sworn to serve your people and make sure they live happily and abundantly. Well, ideally. This Full Wolf Moon in Leo invites you to look at your hobbies and natural talents, and see if you can monetise those interests in the service of yourself, first and foremost, and then others.

There is so much more to Life than just going where the money dictates, or like, earning your keep through scamming or intimidating others, don’t you think? What do you want to express? How do you want to be remembered when you’re gone? What’s your enterprise and what legacy will it leave? Most of all, what makes you happy, content, fulfilled, satisfied with your own existence whilst still being alive in that carcass of an avatar that your Soul is wearing?👻

Passion is to be lived and potentials explored. Wait no more for the mood to strike or until you’ve got it all figured out. Just start now with whatever you have, whatever you can, and watch yourself grow. Have faith in your innate hobbies and interests for the whole world is just a stage where you perform magnificent deeds for all to watch🎪

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Pile 1 – Keep Calm and Change Paradigms

h o b b i e s – Queen of Cups

You are by nature someone who has aesthetic hobbies. Your tastes are expensive and you care a lot about the beauty aspect of all that you do. I sense you also love giving gifts and your gifts are always thoughtful and beautifully packaged/decorated. The kind of gifts that you know the receiver needs, has wanted for a long time, or could improve their Life. You’re kind and caring like that. Sometimes, to a point of wearing yourself out. This Full Wolf Moon in Leo invites you to relax a bit.

This is a time to give all your attention and affection to yourself before anybody else. It feels like you haven’t done so in a while. Let yourself relax and not socialise too much, not attend to other people’s businesses or weddings or birthdays or whatever. For now, it’s all about you until the next New Moon at least :D You can go and get a massage all by yourself, watch a movie by yourself, or take up an interesting class all by yourself as well. You could meet new people who could potentially give you a fresh perspective about yourself, your place in the world, or your Life’s future trajectories. Whoa.

p a s s i o n – VI The Lovers Rx

Some of you reading this may indeed, by nature, like to socialise but I sense it is mostly a duty you feel you must fulfil—like maintaining an image or something. Some others may socialise simply to fill some kind of void—because you don’t really know what human beings are supposed to do if they don’t socialise? Yeah, a weird psychology like that. In truth, your Soul likes to be alone. And in terms of working and all that stuff, you kinda need to carve your own path, honestly.

Not saying that people can be completely solitary and thrive in business or work. Of course, we all need people. But before you go on and about making connections with people who don’t really matter, you need to get clear about what kind of enterprise you want to build for yourself, or basically, what kind of contribution you want to be making to society, or just your community. Since you clearly have a penchant for beauty and you like to care for other people, these vibes can hold hints for what it is your Soul wants you to do in this world.

e n t e r p r i s e – 10 of Wands

Some forms of career I’m seeing with these vibes—and these are just vibes, OK? Nurse, flight attendant, health consultant, nutritionist, author, interior designer, wedding planner, hotelier, restauranteur, even a beauty salon or massage parlour owner. There’s a lot about you that screams beauty and relaxation. Your Soul, generally speaking, wants to live a Life of play and relaxation which in some other ways help others have an easier time. Of all the jobs I’ve mentioned, nurse and flight attendant vibes feel the strongest for these people are in the service of making other people have an easier time, a good time, a comfortable recovery or flight. It’s that kind of vibe.

There’s a need for you to pursue a higher career in which your service to the world involves how you yourself transform the way you approach hard work. Hard work that can be just hard play in which you get paid for doing things you would otherwise do unpaid anyway, so~ This Full Moon, do consider which hobbies of yours are your true Soul’s Calling for making the world a better place whilst getting paid for it. A voice in your heart is saying, ‘Fuck hustle culture. People need to heal from the traumas of society and the bullshit of the education system!’

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Pile 2 – Emulate and Generate a New You

h o b b i e s – Knight of Cups Rx

You know when people say, ‘Fake it till you make it’? It’s valid and has some grounding but my advice to you is, don’t do that. Don’t fake any shit if you wanna be great. That line of thought would not benefit your manifestation in the long run. Or rather, that kind of thinking slows down your manifestation and when it does happen, it’s lower in quality. Witches need to be more aware of how they think when working with manifestations. A higher way of thinking about transforming yourself—whether it involves a physical glowup or the glowup of your mindset, etc.—is emulate, modulate, and then regenerate a newer/higher/nobler/sparklier/awesomer version of yourself~🐣

The reason that you shouldn’t follow the ‘fake it till you make it’ line of thought is that you’re a genuine Soul with a heart made out of passion itself. You’re so much more original than you, or your environment, give yourself credit for. It feels like you haven’t really allowed yourself to fully embrace your own authenticity and so this Full Wolf Moon in Leo is reminding you of your own capacity for being the most iconic bitch in your neighbourhood🦚

p a s s i o n – 3 of Pentacles Rx

And so, what does it matter if others can’t understand what you’re trying to do with your Life? It’s your Life, babe. Other people have their own worlds to live in and if you don’t want to be part of that small world, you’re free to leave. It’s perfectly OK when even those closest to you, those you’ve trusted and depended all this time, can’t understand your passions or life’s priorities because they’re not exactly meant to be part of the world of your visions. Let them do them and you do you. Awesome people need losers to step upon so we look awesome. They can serve their purpose as losers and mediocre shits and you serve your purpose as an iconic Queen. OK? Got it? Good😝

This Full Wolf Moon in Leo is inviting you to imagine what kind of tribe you actually want to have whilst being alive. Your imaginations and daydreams hold the key to manifesting your real Soul Tribe. The more you think about them, the more strongly you believe in that you’re deserving of your ideal friendships, the faster you manifest your actual Soul Tribe in the physical. Your Higher Self is just here reminding you that you do have a few circles of Soul Tribe you’re meant to find and reunite with!🦄

e n t e r p r i s e – 9 of Cups

Many of you choosing this Pile have an interest in being seen by a larger public, right? A majority of you already have some semblance of a social media presence and more of you will eventually do the same. Some of you reading this are literally meant to become some kind of a new age superstar or something. You do have a purpose in being seen by the public, or just this idea of having a social media platform what enables you to connect with an audience. It isn’t vanity; bitch, it’s literally part of your Life Purpose🦋

You’re perfectly supported by your Higher Self to choose to go solo, somewhat, and build your social media empire. You could be selling products or services or be whatever—the possibilities are endless at this point—and one day, when you’re rich and content with your Life, some people from the past are gonna turn to mushy jelly. But what do you care now? You’ve got an audience that fulfils your heart because they genuinely love and appreciate what you do. You won’t be needing anybody’s approval anymore~😎Call me when you’re famous LOL

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Pile 3 – Born to be Rich, Born to be of Service

h o b b i e s – Knight of Wands

Admit it—you’re blessed with a plethora of talents since birth and you’re damn good at many of those innate abilities because you’re intelligent as fuck!🤩Naturally, not that many people are lucky enough to know what it feels to be you. But with so many talents, I sense you’ve also suffered from a great deal of heavy expectations put upon you by…yourself? You’re quite hard on you, you know. You expect a lot out of yourself. This urge to do great things in the world is only your Higher Self’s nudge for you to recognise this potential of yours—to become a motherfucking GOAT🐐

Rest assured, if you’ve chosen this as your main pile, there’s a veeery specific role you’re meant to fulfil in this world, in this passage of time. Some of you could’ve known what this role is since you were born and some of you will just naturally figure this out as you grow older. Don’t fret, my dear. You really are meant for a very unique, unorthodox existence, and seeing as the world is rapidly heading towards chaos, your time to shine is only drawing nearer and nearer as the People are growing desperately in need of an exemplary Rebel of the New World!🥨

p a s s i o n – 8 of Pentacles

Anyhow, you didn’t study a lot at school, right? LMAO You weren’t exactly what people would call a model student. You were always just doing your own thing—whether it was daydreaming or reading or drawing or playing video games. You were drowning in your own world—visions, silly daydreams—all because your Soul was trying to remind you what you came here to do. You were never meant to fit in. You’re here only temporarily and whilst at it, you’re supposed to be a freak. Ah, yes, a freako, indeed. You’re supposed to push, even break, boundaries. Because most Human beings live such boring existence.

You weren’t supposed to be a model student, but rather, a model Human. Bitch, you’re THE prototype! You were born to be of service through your own personal experiences with ego death and transform yourself to be the physical embodiment of the divinity that is your Higher Self. Perfectly embodied in Human form—in that sense, you’re a prototype of a highly more positively-polarised future possibility of Mankind. Shit, I hope that makes sense.

e n t e r p r i s e – 4 of Pentacles Rx

One day, when you’re proudly walking the path meant for your Highest Intended Good, you will be helping others financially or at least you will be lifting people up from the common affliction of a poverty mindset—different types, all kinds of poverty mindsets. You’ve got a talent, some kind of swag about you that can inspire SASS, even pettiness, that is of the more empowering variant. You’ll be showing people how to be unapologetically themselves and how you can’t be shaken by stupid opinions because you’re clear about your self-worth.

You do understand a lack of self-worth is also a form of ‘poverty’ mindset, right? Your enterprise in the future will have you in communication, direct or indirect, with a loooot of people. Even your own family members will find you incredibly inspiring. Many of you reading this…this is your confirmation that you’re THE cycle breaker of your lineage’s generational karma. You’ll become the first celeb, the first university graduate, the first billionaire, the first president, the first whatever awesome thing in your recent lineage that you’re meant to be, and you’ll be so proud of yourself!🥂

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[euphorajeon]

wednesday night(s) | jjk

— pairing: jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff? | college au

— word count: 2.9k

— warnings: laundromat!jk (!!!), stalkerish behaviour (not jk or oc), dubious-consensual kissing (but they talk about it after), jk is a sweetheart and oc is just a blabbering mess

— summary: on a wednesday night seven weeks ago, you met someone in the laundry room. this wednesday night, you meet him again.

— author's note: i suck at summaries,, the story is better i promise (i hope,,, T_T) anyways. i had this in the draft like a few weeks after seven mv was released and then got stuck, revisited it months later then finished it like this. hah. i hope laundromat!jk with his grey hoodie and curly hair is enough to keep this enjoyable :]

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The dim lighting of the shared laundry room in your apartment building greets you as you step inside with your laundry basket in hand. It’s devoid of other people when you look around, the whirring of the washers and dryers the only sound competing with the silence of the night. You exhale a breath of relief, quickly making a beeline for the nearest empty washer to load your dirty clothes that’s piled up for a week.

Being a college student doesn’t give you many options for your living arrangement, only being able to settle on a one-bedroom apartment with a communal laundry room. In the first months of moving into the apartment, your schedule only allowed you to do your laundry on the weekends, which was apparently the same case for most patrons of the building. The laundry room was always full of people and you had to secure a washer by waiting for someone else to finish, wasting precious hours away from your supposedly free weekend. That, and your social battery was always drained from all the loud conversations among roommates and friends alike when they were also waiting for a washer to free up. You couldn’t stand having your energy gone even before Monday said hello, so you tried to clear your schedule to avoid doing laundry on the weekend.

Wednesday nights are scheduled for laundry now, after a day of two classes at campus and one shift at the coffee shop five bus stops away from where you live. Usually you’d be tired after the long day, but the laundry room is mostly quiet in the middle of the week, so you use the time to decompress while preparing yourself for your 10 am shift at the coffee shop Thursday morning. The burn in your arms after folding your shirts and pants for nearly twenty minutes helps you tune out your surroundings, which normally consists of the occasional one or two other patrons coming in and the whirr and beep of machines.

“You showed up late tonight.”

Ah, that’s something you forget to mention. Or rather, someone.

Your heart jumps in your chest, beats stuttering a bit faster not because you’re flustered in his presence, but because he just popped out of nowhere. Wasn’t the room empty when you scanned it upon your entry?

Maybe you were too busy trying to declutter your mind from the day’s events that you didn’t hear him loading his own laundry into the washer. Didn’t hear the beep when his washer started, didn’t hear him calling you upon noticing your presence, didn’t hear him walk closer, and certainly didn’t hear when he sat on top of the washer right next to the one you’re using. Or maybe you did hear something, but didn’t care enough to find out who it was.

“Did you go on a date?” He gestures to the black tanktop you have on underneath your denim jacket. Probably referring to your face too, which is still caked with make up because you haven’t had time to clean it off yet. You spare him a glance with a downturn of your lips, by now a standard response to whatever he says, really.

You met him for the first time around seven weeks ago, when he accidentally knocked you over with his gigantic laundry basket. He had apologized profusely with that big, round peepers of his and you had brushed him off with a polite smile, hoping he’d just drop it and leave you alone like any normal person would. He had been silent for the rest of his laundry cycle, but you could feel the way his eyes never left your figure for the remainder of the night.

A week after that, you found him using the exact same washer as last week and tried to avoid the one next to his, planning to load your laundry quietly and duck out of there before he had the chance to realize that you were in the vicinity. The plan was … partly successful as you managed to get out of the laundry room to wait out the washing cycle in your room, but not before he appeared beside you when you were putting in fabric softener into the washer. He had waited until your washer started running to once again voice out an apology for the laundry basket incident, something you told him to chill out about. He was just about to tell you his name when you mumbled out an excuse to flee, leaving him gaping in the middle of the laundry room. You did not want to know his name.

You found out anyway on your next Wednesday shift at the coffee shop, when you were munching on a chocolate muffin in the break room with one of your coworker, Mingyu. He had been showing you his Instagram account, scrolling through the photos when you recognized the Laundry Guy in one of them. “You know him?” Mingyu had inquired upon noticing your thumb had paused scrolling. A recount of what happened two weeks ago involving a certain doe-eyed boy and his enormous laundry basket was told, pulling out an amused laugh from your coworker. “His name is Jeongguk,” Mingyu kindly informed you (even though you didn’t ask.) “He’s in a few of my classes. Likes doing laundry. One time I went to his apartment to hang out and he did laundry in the middle of the night.”

Maybe you would’ve liked this Jeongguk guy if he kept doing his laundry in the middle of the night, out of your sight.

“Hey, Star, someone is looking for you.” The sound of Jeongguk’s voice pulls you back to the present.

Star. The nickname he started calling you by when he saw you loading your blanket—which is dark blue in color and has yellow stars all over it—into the washer one time. You’ve never really responded to it, but he sticks by the nickname like he’s been calling you that since you both were five. You let him have it then, seeing it as a win-win because it keeps him from knowing your name but still lets you know whenever he’s around and talking to you.

But beyond the nickname, the words after that caught your attention. Jeongguk’s nudge on your arm is barely noticeable, but the way his eyes are fixated on the doorway makes you follow his line of sight. There, just outside the laundry room, stood the person you want to see the least right now. Not after the shitty presentation you gave in class this morning (that in turn, got you scolded by your professor), not after you did terrible on your quiz on the second class, and not after you got an earful from your manager at the cafe for not handling a customer complaint professionally. Oh, and certainly, not in front of Jeongguk.

The person outside the laundry room yells your name. “Fancy meeting you here!” he continues, the cheery tone grating your ears. Fuck, how did he know where you live?

Hyun is—was—just a regular customer of the coffee shop you work at. You always see him on your shift, and in turn, have memorized his name and order because he always orders the exact same, simple thing: a medium caramel macchiato with two extra shots. Heck, it’s simple enough that even Mingyu has it drilled into his brain as well. There are multiple occasions where either you or Mingyu had already had Hyun’s order keyed in when he’s just approaching the cashier. Efficient work time, and all.

Unfortunately, this act of memorization is seen as flirting by the guy. He’s started smiling more at you, giving you cheeky winks, even sliding you his phone number on the napkin by the pick-up counter. You’ve tried to reject him politely, but Hyun is so dense that he interpreted your polite rejection as you playing hard to get and thus has been trying even harder to get you to date him. This makes you furious but Mingyu thinks it’s hilarious.

Wait. Mingyu…

He could be the one who told Hyun where you live. That motherfucker.

In the midst of your misery, you miss the way Jeongguk’s eyes light up at finally getting to know your name after seven weeks. Completely miss the way his eyes fill with mirth and his cherub cheeks lifting up in the beginning of a teasing smile, which dims as soon as he sees you bury your head in hands.

“Can we get out of here?” you grit through your teeth. You don’t even know when I turned to we, and with Jeongguk, of all people. You could’ve just bolted out of there, wait out your laundry cycle in your room like usual and pretend you don’t notice Jeongguk’s disappointed gaze that follows. Could’ve left him to deal with Hyun who’s inching closer towards you and have fun imagining him fumble trying to explain nonexistent shit to Hyun.

But that route could end up very badly if Hyun decided to abandon Jeongguk and follow you up to your room instead. It’s scary enough that he knows precisely what building you live in—you don’t need him knowing the exact room number. Hence, using Jeongguk as a shield at this moment feels like a safe choice.

“Heyyy,” Hyun’s voice reaches your ears again, prompting you to glance up, seeing him just a few steps away from you. In a desperate attempt, you grip the material of Jeongguk’s grey hoodie, whisper I’m so sorry before pulling him down to kiss him right on the mouth.

It’s awkward. You can feel how shocked Jeongguk is by the way his lips are still, frozen like a statue for the first few seconds of your kiss. Can’t blame him, though, after his numerous attempts of camaraderie were only responded with a cold shoulder by you. Heck, if you were in his position, you’d slap yourself across the face for pulling this crazy stunt. But Jeongguk is not you, so instead of that, he relaxes his lips before lightly gripping your jaw to angle your head better so he can kiss you properly.

And kiss properly you do, until all you can hear is only the smacking of your lips and the few soft sighs Jeongguk slips in between. He kisses you slowly, sucks on your bottom lip softly like it’s his favorite gummy candy and he wants to savor the taste. He must’ve had a lot of practice to be kissing someone this good.

“Really?” Hyun’s voice sounds far away in your head. “You think I would fall for that?”

When neither of you responds, still busy sucking each other’s lips, Hyun continues. “Please,” he says sarcastically. “Anyone could see that this is all fake.”

You feel Jeongguk pulling away from the kiss, his lips just a breath away from yours. You keep your eyes closed, your breath held, in fear that you’d melt into a puddle right then and there if you see Jeongguk’s face this close. When he speaks, the faint brush of his lips against yours makes you shiver.

“What makes you think this is fake?” he says. There’s a quirk on the corner of his lips when he kisses you again. “Never seen people kissing before? Or are you just trying to convince yourself that this is fake?”

Jeongguk’s hands move from your face to hold your waist, where he squeezes lightly before once again capturing your lips in his. You let out a muffled yelp when his hands slide lower to hoist you up onto a washing machine. The kissing resumes, more smacking sound is heard, and Hyun’s presence gets pushed to the back of your mind. All you can think about is Jeongguk’s lips, how warm and plush they are, and how they are pulling away from you again.

The tiny whine you let out gets lost in Jeongguk’s grunt, still addressing Hyun: “Scram, bro.” When that gets no response, he adds for good measure: “Shoo.”

You hear Hyun click his tongue in annoyance and the stomps he makes while walking away after, but find yourself unable to focus on either as Jeongguk goes back to sucking your bottom lip. The reason why you’re doing this definitely gets forgotten as you let yourself be carried away in Jeongguk’s kisses.

When someone tears open the door of the washing machine next to you loudly, you tear yourself apart from Jeongguk. He’s panting lightly, cheeks flushed and lips kiss-swollen. He’s also smiling at you, pointedly ignoring the dirty look thrown by the only other person in the laundry room other than you two. You grimace at the person, bowing slightly as a pathetic attempt at an apology.

Then you face Jeongguk again. Who’s still flushed. Whose lips still glisten red. Who’s still smiling at you, this time with mirth in his eyes. You fumble.

“Uh, about earlier—“

“Do you want to get off the washing machine first?”

Uh, what?

Right, you’re still sitting on top of the washing machine. Hoisted up by Jeongguk’s hands. On your thighs. Then kissing, licking, sucking—

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” You clear your throat, bracing your hands on the machine but Jeongguk beats you to it by once again taking hold of your waist to help you step down. Unfortunately, that means your legs haven’t caught up with your brain yet so they buckle like a pair of useless jelly underneath you. Again, Jeongguk steadies you with his firm hold, still with upturned lips.

“Woah, there. You okay?” He giggles—giggles!—eyes scrunching up into crescents. His hands never leave your waist even after you’re standing solid on your own two feet.

“Yeah, um, thanks.” You try to look at anything but him. “Listen, Jeongguk. I—“

“Wait, how do you know my name?” Jeongguk tilts his head, the unruly strands atop his head making him look like a puppy. “I never told you, did I?”

“Oh, Mingyu told me—“

“You know Mingyu?”

You lift your hands to place them on his shoulders firmly. “Let me finish first?”

Jeongguk smiles sheepishly, but nods to let you continue.

“Okay, um. I’m really sorry about earlier … the drama with Hyun and the— kissing…. I just couldn’t think and didn’t know what else to do. I’m really, very sorry.” You let your head drop, the weight of kissing a stranger starting to get to you.

Jeongguk is quiet. You’re conjuring up another speech of apology with some backstory to help you justify yourself, just in case he decides that your first apology isn’t enough.

“It’s okay.” Huh? “I liked kissing you, anyway.”

You choke on air. “Wh—at?”

“I liked kissing you.” Jeongguk smiles again, that same mirth still in his eyes. “You know, Star, for someone so confident in pulling me down for a kiss, you sure are stuttering a lot right now.” His smile turns into a teasing one. “Did you like kissing me too?”

The person next to you slams the washing machine door closed. “Get a room, people,” she hisses before walking out of the laundry room.

“Nice advice.” Jeongguk gestures to the retreating girl. “Should we, Star?”

Your eyes are round in shock, mortified at Jeongguk’s suggestion. Though, you suppose it’s karma for kissing a stranger only for your convenience. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, type of shit.

When you’re still frozen after five seconds, Jeongguk lets out a laugh. “I’m kidding, kidding! Oh, God, you look so scared. Seriously, though, it’s totally okay. You have nothing to be worried about.”

Despite the huge sigh you heave, you’re still not convinced. “Are you sure? I completely understand if you’re mad, though.”

“I’m gonna be mad if you keep apologizing,” Jeongguk says. “Or, if you feel that bad about it … you could pay me back with a date.”

This time, his smile is hopeful. “A date, where you could tell me your real name, how you know Mingyu, and the story about whoever the hell that was that interrupted our kiss.” Jeongguk raises an eyebrow teasingly. “Then, we could end it the way we started today … with a kiss. If you want?”

“Oh, well, if it’s to pay you back for the kiss, sure…” you trail off, feeling weird about how the situation has come to. “Damn, when you ask for my consent like that it makes me feel worse for not doing the same to kiss you earlier.” You physically face-palm.

“Since you feel so bad about that, do you want to ask for my consent now?” Jeongguk looks at you with his big, round eyes, appearing innocent like a child. You wonder if this is the same boy you just kissed some minutes ago.

“How, like, ‘Hey, Jeongguk, someone I don’t like just walked in, can I kiss you?’” you say, half giggling.

“Sounds like a mouthful, maybe just the last four words?” Jeongguk licks his lips.

You tilt your head in amazement, your lips curving up into a small smile. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes you can, Star,” comes Jeongguk’s reply, his hands going back to your jaw. He gives you a wink before dipping down.

“Yes, you can,” he whispers before kissing you once again.

Maybe now you’ll look forward to your weekly laundry schedule—after a day of two classes at campus and one shift at the coffee shop five bus stops away from where you live—on Wednesday nights.

Because on Wednesday nights, a certain boy with big, doe eyes and unruly hair does his laundry with his huge laundry basket and calls you Star. This Wednesday night, he kissed you—uh, you kissed him.

Next Wednesday night … you’d just have to wait and see.

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Some headcanons featuring screenshots from my Sims 3 Strangetown game.

PT9 and Jenny met in 1985. Based on the Sims 2 memories, she found him drowning in the pool since he dived head-first into the shallow end. While everyone was running away in fear - she rescued him and fell in love at first sight. PT9 vowed loyalty to his savior and gifted her with knowledge about Sixam.

Jenny and Lyla were roommates until she married Buzz Grunt. She doesn't get Jenny's attraction to PT9 but she was supportive. Meanwhile, Jenny tried her hardest to break up Lyla and Buzz because she deserved so much better!

The Curious Brothers were forced to cut contact with Jenny since she 'betrayed' their father by marrying PT9 ( valid honestly - thinking about it makes my head hurt )

Pascal having Tycho brought the family back together.

5. Glarn was an emotionally absent father who paid no attention to his kids. Pascal was Glarn's favorite which was why he went to private school. He was also responsible for looking after his younger brothers when they moved out.

6. Pascal is " Well achually" incarnate. He loves to talk about theories and science. Aliens and Astro physics are his hyper fixation

7. Vidcund and Lazlo spend their time joking about how Pascal takes himself way too seriously. They were best friends throughout school and Vidcund was the one who helped Lazlo get his degree.

8. Lazlo is a genius, he passed school with no effort because he was just that smart. Glarn didn't see his genius because he was too busy scolding him for being messy.

9. Lazlo takes Vidcund out to hang out with his friends and works overtime trying to set him up on dates so he can get over Circe.

10. The Curious Brothers weren't that close - and often butted heads but since Tycho was born they are closer than ever. ( UNTIL VIDUND SOLD TYCHO)

11. I know Vidcund was mind-controlled, but imagine if he wasn't. He's in serious debt and these blue aliens offered him like a billion dollars if he sold his nephew. The Dudes in Black wanted to run experiments on him idk.

12. Pascal never really recovered after his kid was stolen and was overly protective of Tycho. Tycho grew up anxious because of the overarching threat of being kidnapped again.

13. Olive Specter is not a serial killer (allegedly) - she just has really bad luck, but she kept up the bit so people would leave her alone! She is really superstitious because she's connected to the supernatural. She makes good luck charms and ensures that Ophelia is really cautious and wears all her charms.

14. Ophelia has a serious anxiety disorder - partially because Olive raised her to be scared of everything for her own safety. She makes sure Johnny and Ripp don't go under ladders, cross poles, or step on cracks. She gets really stressed out when Ripp makes dark jokes.

15. Olive was a good mom until she was wrongly accused of being unstable which led to her baby being taken away. She tried to get him back but there were too many roadblocks and Nervous was already given away.

16. She loves the Grim Reaper and longs for the day she can see him again. Her partygoer job entails her going to funeral memorials.

17. Nervous met Annie Howell in foster care and they are really good friends to this day. He missed her because she was adopted by her older brother and left alone in the orphanage. 18. Nervous was a constant runaway and ended up in the Beaker's house as a teenager with the promise that he wouldn't have to go back to a group home. Unfortunate :(

19. I like how most people agree on how rude and not nice Nervous actually is. He's standoffish for good reason and gives Vidcund a lot of snark for being into Circe. He's chill with Lazlo though.

20. Nervous is the fun dad, and lets Tycho do whatever they want. Meanwhile, Pascal is pretty strict about his schooling ( which doesn't matter because Tycho has alien intelligence) and being safe. 21. Tycho grows up to follow in Pascal's astrophysics footsteps, mostly to build a ship and hunt down his Pollinator dad.

#headcannons #strangetown #pt9 smith #jenny smith #pascal curious #nervous subject #tycho curious #johnny smith #ophelia nigmos #olive specter #loki beaker #circe beaker #vidcund curious #lazlo curious #simblr #lyla grunt

[randoms-fandoms]

Nebula x reader hc!

Headcanon list for Nebula <3 a little canon divergent but whatevs

Warnings: some slightly suggestive ideas near the end; nothing explicit or descriptive.

You knew each other for a long time before you started dating— mostly because the two of you were so busy with canon typical world-saving stuff

But also, Nebula was wayyy too shy to make the first move

She’s the type to ignore her feelings for as long as possible. She really doesn’t know how to deal with it

You’d probably be her first real relationship— she has had hookups and stuff before, but you’re the first person she’d ever had feelings for

She had felt drawn to you ever since she met you, but the two of you really grew close during the blip

You became her best friend, and she fell hard and fast.

Rocket used to tease her about this. Nobody else noticed how she would get all quiet when you hugged her or got too close, but he did

The events of endgame kinda took her mind off of it, but when you were all thrown back into battle, she was noticeably more protective of you

It wasn’t even intentional. It was second nature. She wished she could stop, she could see how you looked at her, picking apart her every action to understand her. She hated how you knew her so well, but also reveled in it

She was almost careless with her own life in favor of protecting you— however nearly indestructible she may be— so much so that she ended up getting badly injured

You were right there, so of course you were the one to help her. She refused help at first, but she was so fucking tired, and it felt good to finally let you be close to her

Tension was high, Nebula was angry with herself for being sloppy and leaving herself vulnerable to attack, you were angry at her for putting herself in danger

There was a moment in the middle of the battlefield, where you were desperately administering first aid, and finally confronted her— why are you doing this?

Nebula had always been an outwardly selfish person. She fought for herself with no exceptions... but you. Now she had fucked up and she was gonna die.

She finally admitted it. Her eyes were incapable of tears, her face was limited in expression, but she cried anyway. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know.

You understood, of course. You understood her better than anyone.

She had always hated feeling vulnerable. Weeks ago she had been cursing herself for feeling so full of love. She had been wishing she could stop.

When you held her in your arms, tight hug causing pain to seep through her every vein and muscle, it was worth it. It hurt, her body and her heart, but you were with her, so it was okay.

Of course Nebula survived. She didn’t remember how or what happened, but when she woke up she felt like shit.

You were with her. So was Rocket, so was Peter, so were the rest of the Guardians— but you were what mattered.

Things felt strangely normal for some time— normal for her at least. People avoiding her out of fear, spending her days mostly alone, and of course her constant pain. The pain was the worst.

She had to face the reality that she didn’t want that to be her normal anymore.

She had had a taste of allowing herself to be loved, for just a second, and because she expected to die. But she didn’t. And now she couldn’t go back to normal.

She kept it to herself, mostly. She bided her time, healing, helping the Guardians buy and fix up Knowhere, slowly but surely she eased into it. “It” being having friends, and letting them love her.

But what about you?

Since that day, Nebula hadn’t heard a thing about her confession from you. For months, she agonized over it, until you finally asked her about it.

Do you remember anything before you blacked out in the fight?

Vague. She didn’t need more clarification, though. That was all she had been thinking about since it happened. She just nodded.

…Did you mean it?

She spoke this time. Yes.

The rest of the evening was nice. The two of you didn’t talk much— just spent time together. Nebula spent the night at your house. You ate together. You bathed together. You slept together. You woke up together.

Nebula had never felt better. She felt raw and shaky and emotional, and sometimes she wished she could build those walls back up and get back to her comfort zone, but truthfully… she felt incredible. She felt like a person again.

You talked more after that of course, when things were easier. You became a thing. You negotiated which of your friends you should tell first. You laughed, and teased each other, and hugged, and kissed, and loved each other.

It felt so natural. It felt so normal. Nebula couldn’t stop smiling all day.

The two of you live together on Knowhere now. People are still intimidated by her, but Nebula smiles often.

A/N: hey guys :3 I take requests, both for headcanons and oneshots <3

#gotg x reader #gotg #guardians of the galaxy #nebula x reader #gotg nebula #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #marvel x gn reader #gotg x gn reader #marvel x reader headcanons #gotg headcanons #avengers endgame

[starsurface]

Request round 4!! How about babyspace regressor fujin who needs diapers headcanons please! - @plankydreamingcorner

Round 4!! Fight!! >:D

^ Wait, stop, that evil face is so cute <3

A quick restate from my last Padded Request:

(Some strong languageuse) Before we get to the hcs, I want to say that there is nothing wrong with using or needing diapers. Some people use diapers use them for weird kink related things, but with age regression they are used for comfort and unfortunate inconvenience. Do not come to my blog because you wish to relate this with any kind of kink. Kindly fuck off and leave my blog alone, thank you.

^ This isn’t to bash regressors btw!!! This is me saying to fuck off if your a dd/lg or any type of blog like that. <3

 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Babyspace Regressor Fujin Who Needs Padding  Hcs

☁️ While Fujin mostly regresses to a bigger kid headspace, even Gods need baby days (a lot of baby days, let's be honest)

☁️ Especially Gods with Brothers always keeping them in check, making sure they're doing their ‘Godly Duties’ instead of being able to just dance in a flower field 🙄

☁️ Fujin first baby regressed around Raiden, so it wasn’t the scariest thing in the world, because Raiden has Babyspace watching experience, but it was a little scary being small like that for the first time

☁️ But he does really like baby regressing!! Especially after a really long, hard day of whatever duties he had to fulfill :(

☁️ Fujin found out about padding when Liu Kang started using it!

☁️ He could see how embarrassed and upset Liu was over it, so he made it his mission to do some research on his own to help him!!

☁️ He tried, key word is tried, to use padding by himself, secretly, but Raiden apparently knows everyone's business, for some reason 🙄 (also Fujin was acting suspicious and he wanted to make sure his brother was okay)

☁️ Raiden did not mind at all, a little shocked sure, but that’s his baby brother

☁️ I think Fujin would either like normal padding, or maybe small clouds and such

☁️ (^ I also think it helped Liu Kang accept needing padding, because someone he looked up to used it as well)

☁️ Fujin doesn’t necessarily have accidents? Maybe a few during naptime, which he gets a little fussy about

☁️ He more wears padding for comfort and to help him regress that small, which was why he was nervous because he felt like he didn’t have a ‘good reason’

☁️ ^ He got scolded for those icky thoughts, what helps him helps him, period, he’s not harming anyone

☁️ Fujin isn’t necessarily embarrassed about using padding, especially since he has many people who’ll shut others up, but only a few select know

☁️ Baby Fujin needs watching, like, needs needs watching

☁️ Normally Fujin is a little bit independent while regressed, but also very cuddly

☁️ Baby Fujin? He doesn’t like being alone, it’s kinda scary :(

☁️ Baby Fujin, surprisingly, likes to run to Kung Lao when he’s feeling that small (I like their imaginary friendship)

☁️ Kung Lao can do pretty hair styles on him!! And he won’t mind when Fujin leans all over him!!

☁️ He also won’t mind pulling small pranks that Fujin can still do (like too much salt in coffee . . . Sonya got mad at them)

☁️ He also goes to Johnny!! (I recently found out of their friendship)

☁️ Johnny won’t let him watch any of his super cool big kid movies, but he’ll let Fujin play games on his computer!! :D

☁️ Or he’ll put on a movie, and they’ll snuggle up . . . And Fujin might fall asleep

☁️ A bit of a sleepy baby, ngl

☁️ He has so many nice, soft, fluffy blankies!! It’s too hard sometimes to keep his eyes open :(

☁️ Fujin’s more of a softer regressor in general, but he becomes very soft while in babyspace

☁️ He has a personal made paci, an activity he actually really ends up enjoying, and it’s so pretty!! Light blues and white designs!!

☁️ . . . Although he’s also a little bugger at times, and maaaay or may not decide that Nightwolf’s arm needed some loving (biting) <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

So sorry if he seems a bit out of character!!!

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #sfw agere #mortal kombat agere #age regression headcanons #mk agere #mk11 #mk11 headcanons #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat 11 headcanons #mk11 fujin #lord fujin #mk fujin #little fujin #regressor fujin #fujin mk

[comradekatara]

if this comes off as a really weird and pretentious ask please just delete it but since iirc you've been in this fandom since 2019 or before 2019 i need to know . how do you deal with such in bad faith takes ??? i scroll & move on & filter tags as much as i can but it's astounding how anybody from any corner of this fandom will have piss poor takes whether they support canon or fanon

lmao not a bad question at all. some background context feels necessary: i’ve been very into atla since i was a kid, and before i used this blog i talked about it (and lok, because korrasami melted my brain) a lot on my primary blogs. in november 2018 i convinced my friend to start watching atla, and she got extremely into it. we talked about atla every day for months. eventually, my friend started this blog in summer of 2019 to talk about atla and invited me to join. it was mostly a repository for our inside jokes and for me to post the fanart i had been drawing on my phone. it was really just a space for our circle of mutuals to have some laffs.

the atla fandom was very small at the time so we were really one of the only blogs actively talking about the show. by complete accident, however, some of our posts got popular, and we accrued quite a bit of a following. we didn’t really know what to do with all the attention (some of it extremely negative and unhinged at that), and it would only get worse after “the atla renaissance.” we got more followers than we knew what to do with, at which we considered just abandoning the blog. my friend did, and handed over the reins to me.

for her, atla was a recent interest that had soured after the fandom became too much to handle, but for me it was an interest that had endured since childhood, and i found that despite all the negative attention, i still really enjoyed having a space where i could unpack my feelings towards this thing that felt like such a significant cultural touchstone, feelings towards characters i had been so deeply moved by for so long, and i enjoyed making art on a consistent basis for an actively receptive audience who praised my skills as an (extremely amateur) artist.

i’ve been drawing atla characters for a very long time, long before i had this blog, but it feels like the incentive to draw for an audience is what motivated me to improve my art over the years, so that’s genuinely been a really nice thing. and i enjoy analyzing art, literature, and media, so trying to pick apart one single text (or multiple connected texts if you wanna bring in lok, the comics, and the novels) for so long is very fun for me.

however, as much as i’ve tried to avoid engaging with bad faith takes, i am nonetheless aware that there is a not insignificant contingent of the fandom who viscerally hate my guts for whatever reason. it’s definitely less prevalent in my daily life now that the fandom is less active (cannot begin to emphasize enough how much the atlassaince ruined my life), but at the time a lot of people wanted to make their hatred of this blog known, loudly. which, especially when you’re in the middle of a lockdown and you cannot leave your room for fear of possibly dying, is not a great feeling.

that’s not really what you’re asking, but since i have had to deal with “bad faith takes” in the most personal possible way, my advice would simply be to try to shut it out. i follow maybe two or three atla blogs, and they are blogs that do not interact with the larger fandom. i do not seek out what other blogs have to say, and confine my scope to my friends and responding to my inbox.

for some reason, atla does seem to be a bad opinions factory, but actively seeking out those opinions is simply not conducive to one’s mental health or a productive use of time, which is why i keep to myself and try to mind my own business. i cannot control how i am perceived, which i am viscerally reminded of every time i see someone reblog an older post from this blog that i didn’t even make (and sometimes straight up do not agree with), but i try to remind myself that this literally has no bearing on my material existence whatsoever, and bad posts aren’t real they can’t hurt you <3

#making this nonrebloggable for obvious reasons #dogsinspaces #asks #housekeeping #running this blog has been such a strange surreal experience #but also. i am just minding my own business it’s fine. this is fine.

[spine-buster]

That Which We Are, We Are | Nathan MacKinnon | Prologue

A/N: HERE IT IS!!!!!  I’ve been waiting so long to post this and I’m SO excited to get this story going!  Though it’s only the prologue, I hope you enjoy!  Let me know what you think!

Nathan MacKinnon would rather be in Halifax than anywhere else in the world, but at this particular moment, he would have rather been playing in the Stanley Cup Playoffs.

That dream was clearly not meant to be this year.  Despite a strong showing and a hard-fought effort, he couldn’t get it done.  He blamed a lot of the failures on himself.  Though he was part of a team – a very good team, filled with friends and mentors and guys he considered his brothers through the ups, downs, and battles they faced together – the pressure he put on himself was immense.  Because of this, he thought it was his responsibility, and his alone, to get it done.  To advance in the playoffs.  To get over the hurdle of the second round, which it seemed his team was perennially stuck in.  Alas, he came short.  As was the story nowadays.  The Colorado Avalanche couldn’t get it done.  Nathan MacKinnon couldn’t get it done.  

Being back in Halifax was always his favourite part of the year, because he loved his hometown and city with all his heart.  But this time around, things stung a little bit more.  Things hurt.  Not anything to do with the city – the city was beautiful, and in the summer, it was even better.  Mentally, things hurt.  The mental weight of not being able to get it done lay heavy on his chest and in his mind.  It started the second his flight landed.  It continued as he passed through customs, got into a taxi to his parents’ house, and walked through their door.  It continued as he woke up in his childhood bedroom the next morning, got into his Range Rover, and drove to his house on Shubenacadie Grand Lake.  It continued as he stood in his house, alone with his own thoughts and deafening silence, not knowing what to do with himself.  

There was only so much he could do.  Plus, he could only wallow for so long until he became a caricature.  It would be on the back of his mind the entire summer, until he got back to training camp and his mind reset – he knew that.  But he also knew he needed to find happiness somewhere.  An equal balance.  Something to focus on other than hockey and his shortcomings.

It would be hard.  

Hockey consumed him.  It was his life.  He was like one of those racehorses with blinders on, not being able to truly see anything around him – especially during the hockey season.  Part of it was that it was how his mind worked; the other part of it was that he knew he needed to be that way.  People like that succeeded – they were able to attain the highest level of glory, which he wanted.  Sid certainly did, which people liked to remind him of constantly.  He reminded himself of it constantly.  Sid already had a Stanley Cup by his age, and was on the road to getting his second and third, which he would win by the age of thirty.  He, at twenty-six, still had more than most – he’d won a Memorial Cup, the Calder and the Lady Byng, and a World Championship – but he hadn’t won the Stanley Cup.  That was Nathan MacKinnon – always coming up short of the ultimate prize.

He stayed in his house alone for a few days, eating whatever healthy food his parents had stocked for him when he told them he was flying home.  He took calls from only them and his sister – his agent knew to leave him alone, as did his nutritionist, trainer…basically everybody else.  It would take a while for him to feel normal again and want to communicate.

It was only after he’d been home for a few days that he ventured to go back outside – to Halifax, specifically, and its downtown core.  Despite it being busy, with people out for work lunches and the like, he flew mostly under-the-radar.  It was why he liked Halifax so much.  People knew who he was, so they left him alone.  They took care of their own.  Of course people still came up to him occasionally, especially people with kids (and he always accommodated the kids), whenever he was back in Halifax, he was left to live his life.  He had parallel parked his car on Bedford Row and began walking with no end in mind.  When he didn’t like the look of the buildings, he walked a block down and found some he did like; when he couldn’t see the water, he walked south so he could see it as the blocks opened up.  

He was wandering.  And he was a guy who didn’t exactly wander.

His stomach began to grumble, so he knew he needed to find a place to eat.  Not willing to go into a restaurant and blow his cover, he slipped into a tiny, unassuming café on Granville Street, along the cobblestone streets of Granville Mall.  It was in a very artsy area of town, near the Nova Scotia College of Art and Design, so he knew being recognized was slim.

He got a table alone.  His waitress was nice, and he ordered a grilled chicken sandwich with fries, and he just kept to himself and his own thoughts.  The café wasn’t too busy – he’d say about half full – and it was only when he was about half-way through his meal that he noticed his waitress interact with another person – a woman, alone just like him, sitting closer to the front display counter and till.  His waitress gabbed enthusiastically with the woman, who had a head of long, long curly hair that was impeccably kept and styled.  She wore a fashionable outfit of a long, sleek blush-coloured blazer (currently hanging on her chair), black dress pants, and a white shirt.  On her feet were a pair of flat, ankle-laced shoes.  Nate was in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and kept his baseball cap on inside.  

Every member of the staff was kind to her.  They all approached her to say hello, apologized about distracting her from her work (she had an iPad Pro perched on the table behind her plate) stayed for a quick little chat, then went on their merry way.  

“What are you working on now?” one waitress asked.

“I’m still working on curating the upcoming exhibit I mentioned last time,” the woman said with a smile.  “It’s almost done!  I’ve been working on it for so long now – I feel like it’s my baby or something.”

“My friends and I are going to get tickets.  When it was announced, we were so excited!”

“Good!  It’s going to be great, if I may say so myself.”

Nate felt like he recognized the woman’s voice.  There was something about it that made it sound familiar, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on where he’d heard it before.  Then, she turned around in her chair to get something out of her purse, and he was able to see her face.  Even her face looked familiar.  Fuck.  She had makeup on, but not so much that it completely covered her features – it was well-done and professional.  He swore he’d seen her somewhere before.  He swore he knew her.

But he couldn’t figure it out.

Nate continued to eat and continued to listen to her interact with the waiters and waitresses.  When he was done and it was becoming socially unacceptable to just be sitting around at his table listening in on conversations while he tried to pinpoint exactly where he knew her, he got up from his seat to approach the till and pay for his meal.  As he waited for someone, he looked over at the woman.  She didn’t notice, as she was focused on her iPad.  He did it a few more times until he was able to tap his card.  He left a hefty tip and put his wallet back into his pocket.

He was supposed to leave.  He was supposed to walk right out the café doors.

Instead, he approached her.  

“Um, excuse me?” he said softly, just loud enough to get her attention.  When she looked up at him from her seat at her table, her eyes were wide and beautiful.  “Hi, I—I’m sorry to bother you,” Nate stuttered out.

“That’s alright,” she said in an equally soft yet confident voice.

“I just—I—do I know you?” he asked.  

“Nope, but I know you!” was what he was expecting to hear.  Everybody said it to him, because he was home in Halifax, because, well…mostly everyone knew him.  But this woman, whoever she was, looked him dead in the eye and shook her head.  “No,” she said definitively.

Nate was slightly taken aback by her directness.  He couldn’t help but let out the slightest of chuckles, mostly out of nerves.  “Sorry, I—I swear I recognize you and your voice, but I don’t know from where.”

The woman smiled – grinned, really, since she showed no teeth.  “I must have one of those faces or voices,” she said politely.  “Sorry I’m not who you’re looking for.”

Nate accepted the reality.  He nodded his head quickly, bringing his hand up as if to wave off his own behaviour.  “Sorry to bother you,” he apologized.  “E—Enjoy the rest of your lunch.  Have a great day.”

“You too, sir.”

Sir.  He’d just been called sir in his hometown.  He wanted to shudder.  

He left the restaurant without another word.  He knew he was in an artsy part of town – and the woman was clearly involved in art, since she was speaking about curating something – but Nate still found it a bit odd that she didn’t recognize him.  Most people did, even if they were polite about it and pretended not to, or only showed they knew who he was at the end of the conversation by calling him by his name or Mr. MacKinnon.  But she didn’t do any of that.  She denied knowing him, didn’t recognize him, had no ideas who he was.

But he was determined to remember where he knew her.

#nathan mackinnon #nathan mackinnon imagine #nathan mackinnon fic #nathan mackinnon fan fic #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagine #colorado avalanche fic #colorado avalanche fan fic #nathan mackinnon blurb #colorado avalanche blurb #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl fan fic #nhl blurb #hockey #hockey imagine #hockey fic #hockey fan fic #hockey blurb #that which we are we are series

[withloveoptimus]

It's Prime Time Chap 1.

was posted on ao3 first but i wanted to post it on here too since I'm writing more lmao

this is a two-shot little story that may end up with its own series but who knows that may also change n e way onto the story

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Chap One of It's Prime Time

Pairings: Optimus Prime & Reader (platonic), Smokescreen & Reader (platonic)

Summary: Optimus wishes to take you somewhere because he wants to spend quality time with you, and fun ensues.

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You spent the day like any other, sitting at the base with the kids, either sitting around or playing video games, which would often get too loud and Ratchet would shout, “Quiet down! Some people are trying to work here!” which was of course like any other day at the base. You were eating snacks you brought as you watched them, occasionally playing when they asked but mostly watching.

As you stuff another chip into your mouth, your eyes wander before landing on your partner in crime, and guardian, Smokescreen. His back was turned to you as he was engaged in a conversation with Bulkhead, probably talking about past battles or something, and you were honestly happy that their friendship was getting better since they got off to a rocky start. Bulkhead was a good influence on Smokescreen, in his own way and they acted more and more like brothers. A “Bromance” as Miko put it when you two talked about it one time.

That did leave you with a few thoughts, like imagining those bro memes you would see and you had to keep yourself from laughing.

While lost in your train of thought, you hadn’t noticed Smokescreen walk over to the human area until a metal finger was poking you. “Oh shit!” You jumped, turning to the owner of said finger only to meet Smokescreen’s gaze, “Oh, hey Kachow.”

He immediately shoots you a look that only makes you laugh.

“C’mon, you promised!” He whined.

“I may have promised but your reactions are so worth it.”

You will never let him live down the fact that you walked in on him doing the 'Kachow!' in one of the empty rooms of the base, after having a Cars movie marathon with the kids. It took lots of bribing from him but you promised to keep it between the two of you–he would never know that you let it slip to Optimus and had to swear him to secrecy–, although you can't help teasing him with it.

He rolls his optics at your teasing but you know he isn’t upset if the little smile on his face is anything to go by. “Anyways,” You close the bag of chips and place them on the table, “what were you and Bulk talking about?” 

There’s some shouting and you sneak a glance to see Miko doing a victory dance as she beats Jack, who watches in defeat, in one of the fighting games you brought. You can only laugh as she shouts, “In your face!” and Jack just sighs. Arcee, Bumblebee, and Raf watch in amusement, making comments here and there.

“Bulkhead was just sharing some battle stories,” Smokescreen says, excitement clear in his voice, and you turn your attention back to him. “just hearing about them makes me so jealous! I would’ve been so awesome on the battlefield back on Cybertron.”

You chuckle and decide to indulge your guardian, “Mind telling me some stories then?” You ask as you get up from the couch and walk over to where he was standing by the railing.

The grin you get in return is worth it and you can only smile as he picks you up and goes somewhere quieter.

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It was late night by the time the kids went home and you lounged on the couch, waiting on a certain Autobot leader, who was your other guardian. Smokescreen had offered to take you home but you declined, wanting to spend what little time you could with Optimus, seeing as he was always busy and you were kind of missing his company.

You were officially bored after attempting to keep yourself busy by doodling, reading some books you brought, or playing games. You were blaming it on Optimus taking so long doing whatever it was he was doing.

It's quiet, save for Ratchet typing away at the computer with his occasional grumbling.

An idea comes to mind and it might be a bad idea and maybe it'll piss off Ratchet but you're bored and it's Optimus' fault.

It's too late to back out now as you look over to where he is. "Hey, Grumpy?" You call.

There's no response and you aren't surprised.

"Doc Bot?"

He pauses but continues working.

"Mister Grinch?"

A heavy sigh and shake of his head and you're fighting the urge to just laugh.

"Rat–"

"What do you want?! Can't you see I'm working!" He finally snaps, and you howled with laughter. His reaction was totally worth it as he just watched you, utterly annoyed and ready to just send you through a ground bridge home. He fails to understand how Optimus deals with you.

It takes a bit for you to calm down, still a fit of giggles, but when you look at Ratchet again you're close to another laughing fit.

He's gone back to ignoring you, probably for the better, but he's frowning and grumbling about something. Just as you're about to open your mouth to say something, totally not to mess with him some more, you're being picked up.

“I can’t leave you alone, can I?” Optimus says as he sets you in his palm, using a finger to nudge your little body. 

“What do you expect me to do, I was bored! And would you stop doing that–” You growled, attempting to bat his finger away.

Optimus looks to Ratchet, "I apologize for the disturbance, old friend." The medic only grumbles in reply, waving them off so he can get back to work.

You breathe a sigh of relief when Optimus pulls his finger away, you swear he and Smokescreen only do it to mess with you. Before you know it, you find yourself in Optimus' passenger seat.

"What took you so long, Big Red?" You inquire as he starts the drive out of the base.

He's silent for a bit. "I was taking care of some business. I apologize for making you wait so long, Little One."

You snort, “Any longer and I wouldn’t be sitting here right now.”

Optimus sighs, knowing all too well how much you love messing with Ratchet. The two of you could have your moments, but primus could you grind the poor Medic’s gears. The Autobot leader couldn’t even count on his fingers how many times he’s had to pick you up and take you somewhere else before Ratchet hauled you through a ground bridge. It’s even worse if Wheeljack is around.

“Must you mess with him so much?”

“Uh, duh! I do it out of love though so it's okay!"

That pulls a chuckle from him. “Out of love, you say?”

You nod, crossing your arms over your chest, sporting a huge grin. Any teasing from you was always out of love or just joking in general. Still, you weren’t the best at reading the room or reading people in general, so sometimes it went farther than you’d have liked.

It isn’t long before Optimus is pulling up to your home, the ride feeling a little shorter than usual and you can’t help but feel just a bit upset. You kind of want to ask him to drive around for a bit, just so you can spend just a little more time with him, but decide against it. You’d rather not keep him from his duties.

“Little One?” Optimus calls, worried at your silence and the slight change in mood. He decides not to mention the pout you were now sporting.

You shake your head, “Sorry, Big Red, I was just thinking.”

He hums, waiting patiently as you collect and calm yourself. You’re glad he let you do so, even if he could read you like an open book.

Once your thoughts are clear, you pat the dashboard, ready to say goodnight and let him be on his way but Optimus stops you.

“Before you go,” He starts, “I must ask something of you.”

Now that puzzles you. A little weird, you think.

“What’s up?”

He was silent for a moment, trying to piece together whatever he was going to ask. You’re silently hoping it isn’t anything too bad, your behavior has been good this week.

“I ask that you do not stay up late,” Okay now he is being weird, “I wish to take you somewhere, Little One. I do not know where, but we shall go somewhere.” He finishes.

And now he’s completely thrown you for a loop.

Of course, it wasn’t weird for him to take you places, there were a few times he had taken you on patrol if he wanted some company. Sometimes he’d even take you and the kids out if you had projects to do because he was hesitant to let Ratchet help with them again, though he would never say so aloud. So what was this all about?

“What?” Is all you manage to say.

"We'll be spending the day together." He simply says.

That is enough to bring back the grin you were sporting earlier and you have to stop yourself from squealing and kicking your feet. Your wishes had been granted and it honestly felt too good to be true. 

"Really?!" You look at the steering wheel excitedly then pause, "You're not joking are you?"

He's a little offended you'd think he would joke about this. 

"Of course not, Little One, I speak only the truth.”

You pump your fist in the air, “Fuck yeah!” Ignoring the silent reprimand for your profanity. 

Optimus chuckles when you hurry to unbuckle yourself and open his door. “Goodnight, Big Red! Love ya!” You shout and dash to your front door, almost tripping in your excitement. You wanted nothing more than to hurry to your bed and sleep the night away. Although you didn’t think you would even be able to sleep with this much excitement, you were going to try.

Once you finally manage to open the door, you turn and offer your guardian a final wave goodnight before scurrying inside.

You find yourself rushing through your nightly routine, and just as you slip on a baggy shirt to sleep in, your phone buzzes on the nightstand. Sneaking a glance, you realize someone was messaging you. That someone being Optimus.

Big Red: Please be ready by ten.

Big Red: Sleep well, Little One, I love you.

You go to bed with a smile and a warm feeling in your chest.

#transformers prime #tfp optimus prime #optimus x reader #but it's platonic #reader is a little silly guys #adventures with optimus #ratchet #tfp arcee #bumblebee #fluff #like lots of fluff #no beta we die like cliffjumper #idk how to tag lmfao

[dark-elf-writes]

What if the Naruto Kabuto and Kakashi is the team that go to wave? and that, with medic nin here, they mamage to save Haku?

*kicks in the door*

HAKU IS THE THIRD GENIN WHEN THEY TAKE THE EXAMS

But backing up to the start of wave:

Most of it is the same: the fight with the Chunin, the reveal that things are more than what they seem, the fight with Zabuza the first time.

Naruto and Kabuto are a far more terrifying combo of course as they have been training together for years at this point against far stronger opponents in far less ideal locations. They move in silent concert, seeming to read each other’s minds as they switch between guarding and attacking as easily as breathing.

But they still get to wave and continue guarding and helping where they can.

(Naruto is mostly on guard/food collection duty because the minute he go close enough to the water it was like coming home after so long. His non venomous summons help gather fish and other foods from the ocean even when he is acting as bridge guard/ offering as many shadow clones as he can spare to try to hurry construction tf up.

Kabuto is kept busy going from house to house healing what he can and making those he cant heal more comfortable in any way possible. Even when he’s not actively healing he’s collecting ingredients and making whatever he thinks will help.

Any time they can spare they are working on… something. Kakashi isn’t entirely sure what exactly they’re planning but he trusts the two of them to look out for each other and not let things go too far.)

Naruto still meets his mysterious new friend in the woods. They talk about people that are important to them. Naruto, still fresh off the hurt of the original team seven and having grown up at Orochimaru’s knee and seeing the hurt he carries from his own team, slips in that sometimes the people that are important to us aren’t always good for us and leaves Haku thinking.

Then the fight of the bridge happens.

Then Haku takes a chidori to the chest.

Everything stills for a second.

Then Kabuto, still hurt but determined, hits his knees next to Haku and starts healing him.

They watch with horror. Not even Tsunade would be able to put him back together again. No one had the kind of control and reserves needed to be able to heal such a bad wound. Then a strand of visible chakra wraps around Kabuto’s wrist while he works. Sharing chakra. Giving Kabuto a practical ocean of power to draw from and allowing him to continue working.

With anyone else it would never work. The control Kabuto has over his chakra is absolute. Practically unheard of. He had had plenty of time to practice in his years spent cooling his heels. And Naruto… no one has the chakra reserves Naruto does. He will never have the control of his brother, not when it would be like trying to take a single drop from an ocean, but he has the power even after their battle and can offer his brother the help he needs.

It’s a move them at requires absolute trust on both sides. A move they made and perfected in every spare moment they had on this mission as if they had known this exact moment would occur.

The thugs and gato come. Zabuza gives his life taking gato out. A final gift to Haku, buying time so he could keep living.

They take Haku back to the village when the bridge is finished. He spends some time in T&I before it’s confirmed that he was never technically a Shinobi and was only doing as Zabuza asked. He’s listless. Untethered. He has nothing left. No skills he can use to live a civilian life. No one crazy enough to allow him, a former enemy, a place on their team.

Only

He’s offered a place on team kakashi, and what else can he do but agree?

#the elf talks #naruto #venomous naruto #I’ve rewritten this like ten times to just take it #kakashi has the most terrifying and gender squad in history #rip the ROOT members sent after them to get naruto they are going to have a very bad time

[eldritch-spouse]

Remember the thing about Santi not wanting to get married? Only a person with that specific ''aura''? And this person with said aura would probs become Santi's obsession, What exactly would this entail? Tldr: What would it be like to be Santi's obsession? ;) -Anon that can't spell for shi-

[Addressing the several asks about this particular topic here, because there's so many jfc.💦I'm so sorry for the waitttt.]

(Minors dni)

Being Santi's obsession (in general)

The moment Santi realizes you're the one, which is almost immediately upon being in your vicinity, his mind is already racing a mile per second. It's settled in less than a minute, you're not leaving this place without him.

It's not hard for someone like him to butt his way into people's business, being a very attractive monster, naturally flirtatious as well as featuring a near-hypnotic quality to his voice and eyes will make Santi easily captivate you. Though, in this case, there's a chance he'll come off as hasty. Seem a little more imposing than charming. Subtly demanding of your attention. This is because, quite simply, you make the incubus hungry in a way he hasn't experienced before. Santi feels as if he hasn't eaten in weeks when he's close to you. He might forget himself mid-conversation, his eyes glowing too ominously, showing more teeth than usual- Looking at you wordlessly like a vapid animal because his brain is fizzling the fuck out and he can only think about bending you over the counter. The works.

Regardless, chances are that he won't need a lot of effort to get you to agree to sleeping with him. And even if he does, Santi is not above inflicting his lustful influence upon you. Prices aren't mentioned at all. For you? It's all free my dear, you get the lifetime subscription of this incubus. It will be, without a doubt, the most erotic, spectacular night of your life. Santi uses every trick up his sleeve to make sure you go blind with pleasure, that you're screaming on his cock for as long as you can physically stand to. He grows wild in his own arousal, sapping so much lust from you he'll drown in it. By the time it's over, you'll be absolutely passed out boneless on his bed and covered in cum. But most importantly, Santi has left his mark on you.

After achieving a certain threshold of power, some lust monsters are able to enthrall and claim their victims. This is done via placing a "tattoo" of sorts on their body. Something that binds the person to the incubus that marked them, makes them subservient and docile. You'll wake up with a lovely, elegant heart-shaped mark on your pelvis, which Santi put there while you slept. This seals the deal, you're his now, whether you like it or not. Santi has nothing to worry about now, even if he depleted some of his power to make that very thorough claim, it's nothing he can't recover from.

You're going to be recovering in his home for a long while, this precious time will be used by the incubus as he disbands his harem, none of which have been marked. Santi might initially feel a little upset about this, then he remembers the taste of your impeccable lust, and he quickly concludes that he could eat off you for the rest of his life. That others aren't really worth the effort anymore.

Now, living with Santi is... Almost pleasant. He's loaded with money. If amazing sex and affection won't buy your heart, then whatever material goods you want will be laid at your feet. Santi always does his best to feed into any inkling of fondness for him you might have, because it makes evoking your need that much easier. The incubus wants nothing but the best for his enthralled- The nicest meals, the most beautiful, sexy silks on the market, and toys. All the toys he can get. He wants you ravenously, and now that you're his main source of food, you're going to get fucked a lot. And you'll mostly like it, because the mark makes you very receptive to Santi's attention. Enjoy having your own body betray you constantly. :)

If Santi can rope you into having sex with him and his clients, he absolutely will. Seeing you get fucked out by some of the monsters that pay for his services would get him revved up harder than anything else. Do it love, you'll look so hot for him. Everyone will pay to get fucked by you and Santi, doesn't that sound nice, darling? If you're not very receptive to the idea, then will you at least watch?

Admittedly, the incubus needs some work on his relationship game. He handles things too playfully, seemingly incapable of taking you seriously and resorting to sex as a way to fix most quarrels. To say he's unaccustomed to commitment is putting it lightly, although Santi is dead set on keeping you forever.

You can't leave anyway. If you tried, the withdrawal from Santi's seed would quite literally force you to crawl back to him. That's why Santi hardly ever bothers trying to restrain you. Only if he absolutely needs to make sure you'll be safe while he's gone. Punishment consists of deprivation of attention and not getting your basic needs met. Santi can be surprisingly cold and apathetic when the situation calls for it. He won't hit you (unless you beg for it), but he will most definitely watch you writhe in hunger, naked on the floor until you're ready to apologize.

Ultimately, albeit a relatively tame yandere, he is, without a shadow of a doubt, one of the most inescapable ones I'd say.

#Santi oc

[nellyofthevalley]

truths, ch.3

astarion x fem!tav rating: explicit

content: piv sex, fingering, biting/blood drinking, emotionally repressed losers who can't communicate, angst

summary: this fic is mostly an excuse to write a bunch of dialogue bouncing around in my head. astarion is a sad little idiot who turns his fears into a self-fulfilling prophecy because he never learned how to love. it may or may not turn into a tragedy

“I’m mad at you.” Tav says she’s mad, but her brows soften and she doesn’t stop him, doesn’t ask him to apologize. “I… I don’t know why I came over here.” She glances over her shoulder, uncertain, like she might leave, but no matter how much she thinks about it, she can’t. She feels stuck, as if the palm he laid on her restrains her with magic.  “I do,” Astarion taunts her, gently caressing her over her clothes. “He left you wanting. I can hear your body and blood calling for me. Your heart races for me when I touch you.”

chapters: ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3 | ch.4 | ch.5 | ch.6 | ch.7 | ch.8

read it on ao3 or below the cut

Astarion hates the way Gale looks at her, particularly because he knows it’s his doing. Of course it is—his worst punishments are always by his own hand. Cazador liked to remind him of that often.

It’s not jealousy that negs at him, it’s a sense of possession. All the time that Gale spends talking to her, making her laugh; Gods, that was his spot once, and she’s so easily replaced him. Gale hadn’t marked her like he had, can’t drink her life’s blood like he does… he knows she enjoyed it, and anyone else would leave her wanting. Her taste from a week ago still persists on his tongue like a brutal burn, to be soothed only by another visit.

Perhaps Tav has replaced his charm and wit with whatever it is that wizard has to offer, but from where he’s sitting, it’s his coat she clings to every night. Whenever Gale leans into her and inhales, it’s Astarion’s scent that lingers on her skin. That’s what he tells himself when Gale leans in and kisses her goodnight.

Tav looks over, and in spite of his best efforts to dive right back into his book, he’s sure she caught him staring. It’s fine, he shakes it off; she’s equally as guilty. To meet his eyes right after kissing another? How scandalous. How rewarding it is to know that even if her mind wanders, her body thinks of him. 

Astarion’s been avoiding her, sat inside his tent with a book. He’s lost, he can’t make sense of what they’re doing—what he’s doing—or how to approach what he’d done. It’s simple, or it should be; the art of charming people is supposed to be a skill he excels at. After so many years stalking the streets for Cazador, he’s grown a tough exterior and learned how to shield himself from the atrocities he’s committed.

But she’s different. There’s something about her he can’t quite understand, and when he talks to her, it’s not him speaking; it’s some innate being that possesses him and speaks with his voice. Astarion still dreams of seeing his plan through to the end, but when they speak and their eyes meet, when he touches her, it’s as if that shield has simply disintegrated.

When Tav finally starts to gravitate towards him, he feels like he’s won. It doesn’t matter who spends all day talking to her, so long as she keeps coming to his tent at night. 

“Well, hello,” he says, not looking up from his reading. “So, you and Gale?”

She kneels at the entrance of his tent, a bit shocked that he’d bring up the topic so quickly and brazenly.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” She’s teasing him, fishing for any hint of what he’s thinking.

“No, I feel bad for you,” Astarion says, flippant. “He must taste dreadful.” He sets the book aside and finally eyes her. A mistake. 

“It just happened,” Tav explains. “I didn’t know he saw me that way.” She’s justifying herself, and he didn’t even have to ask for it. There are few things in this world better than watching Tav fumble over her words and let slip her truths.

“Ah, but you so eagerly reciprocated.”

“I—What business is it of yours? You had your chance.”

“Give me a second one, then,” Astarion asks, offering his hand. “Let me make it up to you, darling.”

“Say ‘please’,” she says, toying with him again. “Say it like you actually mean it.”

“Let me prove to you I’m more worth your time than he is,” he pleads. Tav hesitantly accepts his outstretched hand, and he takes full advantage, yanking her forward and guiding her thighs to his lap. “Please.” Already, she’s a bit flustered, and she thinks she’s in control. How fun.

“Tell me another truth,” she demands. 

Perverse imagery of Tav as his spawn had continued to plague his mind; how he’d be her tutor in the ways of the sanguine, how they’d one day exchange blood, her cutesy eyes turned into a sinister shade of red. Oh, and her teeth; those pointed little things are adorable compared to the fangs she’d grow. It’s not pretty, not at all, but it is a truth.

“You’d look lovely as my spawn,” Astarion says. “I’ve been haunted by the thought ever since you did such a shit job drinking that wine.”

“Fortunate for me, then, that you can’t, isn’t it?” 

She’s not harsh when she says it, but Tav’s stare on him is so fierce it cuts him like a wound. He wonders what lies behind it—a touchy subject? A warlock patron as grating as Mizora has been? She hasn’t mentioned anything about her own, not yet, and as much as he wants to know, her face is telling him not to ask.

It’s for the best. He’s already struggling with her. She needs to be another lost face to him, if he can manage it. 

“Try again,” she demands. 

“Oh, no. If anything, you should be telling me a truth,” he says, allowing his hand to slide further up her thigh. “I’ve given you so many already.”

“I’m mad at you.” Tav says she’s mad, but her brows soften and she doesn’t stop him, doesn’t ask him to apologize. “I… I don’t know why I came over here.” She glances over her shoulder, uncertain, like she might leave, but no matter how much she thinks about it, she can’t. She feels stuck, as if the palm he laid on her restrains her with magic. 

“I do,” Astarion taunts her, gently caressing her over her clothes. “He left you wanting. I can hear your body and blood calling for me. Your heart races for me when I touch you.”

“Ugh,” is all Tav can muster; it’s maddening how weak she is, incapable of making him truly plead for her forgiveness, as she wants to. He broke her trust, left her bare and alone. Without a mention of it or even a sad, guilty look, she’s still a mess in his hands. All she could wring out of him was a half-hearted ‘please’.

Though the evidence of his jealousy seeping out of every sentence he speaks is a gift all on its own. He acts so polished and authoritative, but behind it is something else entirely; a man who would run away from her, yet still grows green with envy when another bids her goodnight. 

“Gale kissed you and you looked at me when he did it,” Astarion continues, hand sliding down the front of her pants and taking pride in how damp he’s made her already. “What would he think if he knew what you’re doing with me right now?”

“Shut up.” For all of Tav’s good, there’s a devilish side to her, too, that she doesn’t want to face—or maybe it’s the shame that she crumbled so quickly. Both are equally enticing. 

“You’re cold,” he observes, her skin prickling and shivering as he kisses all up her neck. She stays silent, though he can feel how she leans into him, practically begging him to take her.

She cries his name when Astarion penetrates her; his fingers slip inside her and curl, his teeth break her skin and draw her blood. Warmth spreads through her as he fucks her with his hand, slowly, savoring this. When she starts to claw at his hair, he regretfully separates from her neck and drags his tongue against her weeping wounds, taking care not to waste a single drop.

Tav clings to him tightly, her body involuntarily rocking against his hand, wishing for him to go faster, wishing for more. Astarion’s happy to indulge in her, pleasing her with his thumb and controlling her with only his fingers; her hands grab his face and pull him in to kiss her, her tongue eager to find his. 

He smells blueberries on her again and can’t think of a word to describe it other than lovely. All of it—the touch of her hands on his face, how she kisses him like she can never get enough. Like she wants more than he is capable of giving. 

Astarion curls his fingers in her again and unravels her; her nails grip his face hard, her legs tremble, her mouth sings a sweet song directly into his. When he retracts his hand and leaves her empty, she gasps and he inhales it like a drug. 

“Hells,” she says quietly, recovering.

Tav reaches for his bottoms but he stops her, kissing her hand, feeling compelled to by that unknown being inside of him. 

It’s that stupid, inconsequential kiss that makes him realize he can’t do this. Can’t be with her like this again. It’s awful, how his mind wants to ruin her completely, and only a moment later, he’s overcome with these emotions of self-hatred, disgust. All he knows is that he can’t lay with her again, it’s not right. It’s not fair to her, not to either of them.

Astarion has never known how to lay with someone with care or affection; if he ever had, it’s an experience long lost to the last two lifetimes of horror. All he can see is Cazador feeding from her and killing her once he’s done fucking her. How terrible he is for dragging her into this.

“I only wanted to… take care of you, too,” she says in a sad, soft voice that hurts his ears. She’s too pure. He runs his hand over the marks he’d given her like a reminder that she had, but his eyes are distant.

It’s in this moment, when he’s somewhere else, that she realizes how much she doesn’t know about him. This little game of truths and lies they play is exactly that—a game; he rarely shared anything real about himself, and she expertly dodges conversations of her own past. She’s asked him for more, but he’s never forthcoming. He told her about his former master, and how Cazador had carved the Infernal runes into his back when she noticed them. 

“Astarion? Won’t you talk to me?”

Why he chose now to suddenly develop morals and some warped feeling of responsibility is beyond his comprehension. When she has that defeated look in her eyes, it’s like she’s peering right into his soul, like she can see something impossible in him. She doesn’t see him for what he knows himself to be: a monster. 

“You were lovely,” he says, “but I—I think you should go.”

What he’s done settles in and makes itself cozy at home, in his brain. Maybe this is the only way he knows how to care for another, by pushing them away. When he left before, he knows he should have stayed away. Being around her is dangerous, for both of them.  Self-preservation is the single piece of him left that he owns, no matter how weak it may be.

He wants to say sorry or to never have ended up here at all. He wishes any God listening would grant him the ability to do either. It never comes—they’ve never once answered him, why would they now?

“Really? Just like that? Bed me, get your fill, make me leave? Is this a joke to you? I don’t understand you.” She’s yelling, and he takes it; he earned it. “I’m… done with whatever this was.”

Tav has always been a crier, and she’s hated it for as long as she can recall. How a single tear can give you away and betray all the effort your mind puts into keeping your composure. Years ago, her brother would have been there to assure her it would all be fine, and that it’s okay to weep. This harsh, cold night is all too happy to remind her how he would never be there to do that for her again. Not until all of the water on this miserable world dries up and the sun is drained of its light.

#astarion #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #tav x astarion #bg3 fanfiction #astarion fanfic #my fanfic

[olkarrion]

hey i saw the post about tics and i am a minor so im not gonna follow or anything but i did want to leave a little message. u dont have to answer if u dont want to!

im gonna be honest. i dont know where the fuck my own tics came from. they just kinda.. slowly developed. i dont know if that's normal. but they havent.. gone away. for a long time i was scared i was somehow faking it. i dont.. know why id be faking it. like they're annoying LOL. its taken a lot of time for me to come to terms with the fact that i just.. have tics. and theyre real. and there's nothing "wrong" about me.

like i dont owe anyone an explanation, yk?? thats none of their business.

but yeah, i experience simple motor tics. theyre mostly in my back and neck and shoulders. i also have premonitory sensations/urges/whatever the word is

ive had people ask me about them. i dont mind that much as long as they treat me the same after too. god i hate when they give me the pity look!!

but yeah. that's my story. i know its not anything all that special. but it means a lot to me to just. idk. know there's other people out there and to hear their experiences. i hope you have a nice day / night :]

First off, I wanted to say thank you for sending this anon, and for respecting my boundaries.

Secondly, I wanted to thank you for telling me your story. It's special to me that there are people out there that my own stories and experiences might help.

The first time I ever noticed I was ticcing I was 6 years old. My mom had pointed out I'd been widening my eyes and rolling them without me noticing. On the way to the doctor I remember secretly hoping to myself I had tics, thinking they were something that made me "special".

When I was in 3rd or 4th grade, I made the decision to stand up in front of my class and explain to everyone what tics were, and why I was rolling my eyes and flexing my hands all the time.

In middle school, my tics got so bad that I couldn't hold a pencil or even feed myself properly because they were so bad. I was openly mocked, belittled, and abused for my disorder. I was hit, called slurs, pushed down the stairs, and more. My father, who thought I was faking, told me that "bullying builds character" when I told him.

I left school 2 weeks before the year ended. The next year, I broke my leg bending down to pick up a sock, crippling me for life. I felt worthless, and defeated. I gave up on myself completely.

In highschool, I stood up in the middle of class to tell a boy to "shut the fuck up" because he was pretending to tic like I did. The entire class went silent. I sat down, turned to the teacher, and told her to continue. I was never repremanded.

When my tics were loud during class, I told people to turn the fuck around and pay attention.

When strangers stare in public, I meet their eyes until they look away.

At 21, I have people my age telling me that my story matters to them. Having tics can suck. But they are your tics, and this is your life.

You are completely fucking right, there is nothing wrong with you. I hope you never surpress your tics in public. I hope you show up to every movie theater and quiet classroom with a head raised high. I hope everyone with tics learns to love themselves the way that they deserve. I hope able bodied people learn to mind their own fucking business for once.

#disability #actually tourettic #tourrettes #tourette syndrome #tics #tic disorder

[angel-inked]

If they kept a journal

{Headcannons}

Because I always want to give characters journals for some reason 😅

Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter @thedevilshardy @mollybegger-blog @wandawiccan60 @cameleonhardyfan63 @liliac-dreamer @potter-solomons

Tommy Conlon/Riordan

Venting. Lots and lots of venting and messy drawings (he's trying to work through trauma, leave him be)

Likes journals that are a little on the small side cause it's easier to carry with him

Writing alone in a coffee shop with his headphones on

"I'll slap you" after Brendan tried to look at what he was writing (aka nosey older sibling syndrome)

Writes after fights to calm himself

Shopping lists, schedule for the week, reminders, things he hears people say in public, his commentary on whatever he's watching/listening to, anything and everything

Self-loathing and cocky confidence all in the same paragraph

Writes backward, in circles, with his non dominant hand, or turns the book upside down to amuse himself

The quietest people have the loudest minds

Spaces out in the middle of a sentence/word, he's trying to think but his thoughts tend to get away from him and are often times uncontrollable

Fidgeting with his pen or whatever he's writing with

Tried to make it neat and tidy once, but it didn't last long

can't stand to write in the presence of people he knows, especially his family, although he knows most of his marine buddies will respect his privacy

Starts every journal with the info on his dog tags (which he refuses to take off 99% of the time)

Eddie Brock

Is a literal journalist!

Rambling in his notes, doodles when bored (same goes for Vemon), daily records, existential crises in great detail

Got Vemon their own journal on the condition that they wouldn't hijack his hand when he was trying to write

Journals via symbiote, Vemon's memory is far better than his "remind me to write that down later,"

Vemon is a literal five-year old with their journal, "Eddie look!"

Sometimes, their minds blend together enough that they write the same thing in unison with each other

It doesn't matter which journal is whose, they're both just as chaotic as the other!

Vemon has chocolate wrappers plastered over most of the pages, and a list of what they call "Eddie things" (it's a list of stuff Eddie likes)

Vemon occasionally calls journals "decorating books"

Vemon definitely loves "wreck this journal"

Happy host (usually!) Means Happy Symbiote

Alfie Solomons

The rambling of a madman, that's what Tommy Shelby called it anyway. Alfie prefers "Fuckin' work of art" but to each his own

It's basically a more personal business ledger. Lists of allies, potential businesses and business partners, people he wants to get rid of. Meeting schedules (courtesy of Ollie), talking points for said meetings, and God only knows what else he comes up with

The only person beside Alfie himself to see the inside of that book is Ollie, under Alfie's supervision of course

Keeps it in a lockbox with a gun

"You want to see the book? What the fuck are you on about mate?!"

Mostly writes in larger print instead of cursive because his eyes ain't what they used to be, and looking at cursive gives him an eye strain headache

Definitely had rum spilled on it multiple times

Won't deny (at least not to Ollie) that he's thought about putting it in front of someone's head and shooting it

"Sometimes I think I should've shot you the first time I came here" a note written in the book by Tommy Shelby, who, in his defense, was left unsupervised

Writing for a moment, standing up to pace around the room, sits back down, repeat

Messy drawings of Cyril

Farrier (and Collins!)

Farrier just simply enjoys writing, it's peaceful

Collins often steals the book, flips to a random blank page, and writes little notes/inside jokes for his friend to find later

Pressed flowers, fountain pens, and cigarette smoke

Often writes on his smoke breaks

A growth chart for all the garden plants and a map of what's planted where

Ends his entries with mood indicators, ie (: or ):

Tallies up dogfights between him and Collins to see who gets playful teasing/bragging rights

Started keeping a journal when he first joined RAF, after a chat with an older pilot who told him stories that he said he wrote down "so the good memories would last longer"

Likes to write in his cockpit, it's one of the places he's most comfortable

"There are old pilots, and there are bold pilots, but there aren't any old bold pilots, mate!"

Cloud/brid watching and writing about what he sees

Collins likes to chat with Farrier as he writes, Farrier enjoys the company

They have definitely had conversations by writing notes and passing the book to each other

Detailed sketches of planes, especially spitfires!

Wondering through the woods and forests and documenting his adventure and exploration

Writes about how he'd like a pet but doesn't think he could stand to be away from it so much

Forrest Bondurant

Fountain pens and scuffed leather bound blank pages drowned in the sent of cigar smoke

Has definitely smacked Howard over the head with it

Poems, philosophy, metaphors, drawings and detailed descriptions of plants and what they can be used for, the different moonshine recipes the brothers use, short stories, bank balance cause he couldn't be bothered to find his legder

Craves his initials into the cover with his pocket knife

Howard calls his journals "a wealth of knowledge"

No matter how tempting, neither Jack nor Howard dare to trifle with their brother's journal

Morning stream of consciousness pages as he drinks his coffee

Sitting at his desk late at night, can't sleep, journaling in his office with a cigar between his lips

Documents the odd (lucid) dreams that he has on occasion, attempting to figure out what they are

Depictions of three wolves, each wolf representing one of the three brothers. Wolves are fiercely protective of their family, just like the brothers

#if they kept a journal #tom hardy #tommy conlon warrior #eddie brock/venom symbiote #alfie solomons peaky blinders #farrier/collins #forrest bondurant lawless #headcannons #hopefully writing out stuff like this will get rid of my writers block #hope you enjoy

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Hello there! How does MC comfort the warlords? They go through a lot of stress ;-;! Requests: Nobunaga, Kennyo (my baby), Kenshin, Hideyoshi (somebody please help this man relax), and Ieasyu (I cannot spell his name lmao) thanks xx

Hello! It’s true that they need some comfort, specially Hideyoshi XD. Thank you for requesting.

MC comforting the warlords.

Oda forces.

Nobunaga Oda.

To him, he didn’t need to be comforted. But he clearly needed it. Ever since he was a child, Nobunaga had mostly been on his own, against his own family for the position of lord. Even after he became the lord of Owari, he ambition had brought many enemies against him. The moment you hugged him and said it was ok to cry, he thought it was a bit ridiculous-

Wait… why did his cheeks feel wet? He soon realized that he really was crying. Nobunaga didn’t understand why, he has never cried ever since he was a child. Those were tears he held back so many times because he would be seen as weak, because there was no one there to wipe them away.

He hugged you tightly and let all that pain leave him, feeling comfortable and safe for the first time in his life.

“It’s ok, love. Just let it all out.”

You two cuddled in the futon, he felt much better after being embraced by you.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi.

he is extremely stressed, every day all day long. This was one of the consequences of being the mother hen of everyone. He was always so busy caring and worrying about others that he barely had any time to care about himself. This seriously worried you and he even got scolded by you on this matter.

But he was too stubborn to take a break. But one day, as he was working in his room, he began to have a big headache, it was due to overwork and lack of proper caring of his body. He was used to this, there was usually no one there to take care of him. But then…

He felt someone pulling him from behind to fall back and lay his head on something soft. He looked up and noticed that he was laying on your lap.

“Don’t you dare overwork yourself, I am the one taking care of you now.” His heart warmed at those words.

Ieyasu Tokugawa.

It will be difficult to comfort this one, he hates showing weakness to anyone. He will be stubborn about not needing to be comforted by anyone. Which is a lie. He will seriously need some comfort but will hide it.

You weren’t having any of it, you would catch him off guard by hugging him and not letting go at all. He protested at first and tried to pull away, but then he will stop, he felt warmth from your embrace. It made him feel reassured.

He will lean towards you and hug you back, all he needed was to have you near him.

“It’s ok to rely on me, you know? I don’t think you are weak.” He will feel more reassured by those words.

Uesugi-Takeda alliance.

Kenshin Uesugi.

He seriously needed it, though he wouldn’t admit it. Kenshin had a lot of pain from the past that still haunted him, that gave him nightmares. It was a storm inside his mind that would take a long while to calm down.

Sometimes all he needed was to hug you, to feel that you were alive with him. All he needed was to see your smile, to reassure him that you were happy with him.

He constantly needed comfort, but it was something you two could work together. Most of the time, you would cuddle with him and give him all of your attention, every day you would reassure him that he could live a happy life, and that would help him bit by bit.

Lone forces.

Kennyo.

His pain was deep, it was an inner scar bigger than the one on his face. Thousands of lives were lost and he felt guilty that he couldn’t save them all. It was too much for a kindhearted man like him. He deemed himself a demon that needed to do whatever it took to get revenge. It would take time to heal and help him see that revenge wouldn’t help anyone.

He has always been a kind man that wouldn’t harm people because he wanted to, having you reminding him that healing could bring a greater peace than any revenge could helped him a lot.

He once almost lost sight of what really mattered, but your words and warmth brought peace to his heart.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikesen nobunaga #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikesen hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikesen ieyasu #ikemen sengoku kenshin #ikesen kenshin #ikemen sengoku kennyo #ikesen kennyo