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rosequarzo · 17 days

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that boy is mine.

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა • ! alhaitham + reader reader is female established relationship modern + college au ☆ warning not proofread . . . !? & 1064— catalogue

note. listening to that boy is mine gave me an idea so, here you go. this is so messy i hate this... i might delete but we'll see... tagging @rninies

There is no doubt that Alhaitham is popular. Incredibly popular, in fact but not that you could blame them. Who wouldn’t fall victim to his handsome, stoic and quiet personality? It goes without saying that he has gathered a concerning figure of fans. Heck, there was even a fanclub made just for him. Dating the famous guy on campus proved to be a difficult task for you, since you have to restrain yourself from jumping on them whenever they looked at your boyfriend with a dreamy expression.

No one knew that you were dating, no one other than your circle of friends of course. It was thanks to Kaveh barging into his roommate’s room without knocking the door, only to stumble upon the sight of Alhaitham hovering over you on the bed and the rest was history. Although, you were glad that your peers have known about your relationship, as it proves to be a difficult task trying to keep it low.

“Hey, look. She’s trying again,” Cyno nudges you with his elbow, pointing ahead of him and you follow his direction with your eyes.

The sight before you greets you with distaste and faint jealousy. It was none other than the newly-transferred student, approaching your boyfriend and attempting to engage him in a conversation. Keyword: attempting. Everyone knew how Alhaitham was; ignoring the public but when it comes to you, his focus was entirely on you; like you were the only one that matters to him. Kaveh sniggered; amused with how Alhaitham was ignoring the student, focused on reading his book.

“Don’t you get tired of people chasing after your boyfriend?” Kaveh asked, reaching out to steal your fries, only to flinch when you slapped his hand away.

“No, not really. In fact, I found it funny and chose to watch for my entertainment,” you shrugged your shoulders, focused on observing the scene unfold itself from the sidelines.

None of you could hear what the student was saying, due to the distance between the two of you but you could tell she was starting to become irritated, judging from the way she furrowed her eyebrows and her lips curling downwards. The next thing you knew, she had the audacity to pull him back when Alhaitham was about to leave. The mere sight of their hands touching made you see red. You shot up from your seat, startling your friends and they watched, dumbfounded as you stormed your way towards them.

“Uh, do you think we should stop (Name)?” Kaveh asked, getting worried about what’s about to happen.

“Nah, this is going to be good,” Cyno shook his head, pulling out his phone and getting ready to record the chaos. Tighnari merely lets out an exasperated sigh, feeling a headache forming.

“...think you are doing? Let me go,” Alhaitham’s annoyed voice rung through your ears as you got closer to them.

The student huffs, standing her ground and meets his eyes with a defiant gaze in them. “Look, why are you not interested in me? I can be anything you want and besides, there’s no harm in giving us a try.”

Alhaitham scowls, eyes narrowing. “I’m afraid you’re misunderstanding something. There is no us.”

“But-”

“Hey, do you mind letting him go?” You interrupted, standing behind the girl and flashed her a closed-eye smile; a smile that was anything but friendly.

You saw how your boyfriend’s eyes widened slightly, surprised to see you but you ignored him, focused on getting rid of the unwanted presence standing between the two of you. The student fully turned, eyeing you up and down with disgust written all over her face.

“And who are you supposed to be? We’re having a conversation here,” she asked.

You arched an eyebrow. “I’m his girlfriend, you dumb bitch. Don’t make me repeat myself: let him go.”

It seems like she was more stubborn than you thought, for she didn't believe your words and laughed. “You’re his girlfriend? Yeah right, like I believe that.”

Humming, you walked around her to stand beside Alhaitham. You could see how your friends were looking at you from the corner of your eyes. At this point, everyone nearby was looking at you and why not put on a little show for them? Without warning, you grabbed your boyfriend by the collar of his shirt, harshly tugging him down and kissed him fully on the lips. Your abrupt action elicited a high-pitched scream from Kaveh and a round of startled sounds from the public. If you listened closely, you could make out the faint cheering sound from Cyno.

The kiss ended as fast as it happened, much to Alhaitham’s disappointment. When you pulled away, you were greeted with the satisfying sight of the student staring at you, rendered speechless. Her eyes were wide open to the point they might have popped out from its sockets. You smiled and shot her an arrogant grin.

“Well? Does that answer your question?” You taunt.

Utterly humiliated in front of everyone, she had no choice but to flee the scene. The nearby people soon went back to minding their business once the drama had ended, and the two of you returned to where your friends were.

“Wow, I didn’t know you had that in you. Not bad,” Kaveh gave you a thumbs-up before turning to his roommate who sat down beside you.

“So Alhaitham, how does it feel now that your relationship is exposed?” He asked.

“I don’t see how it’s any of your business,” he retorted, his hand moving to rest on your thigh underneath the table; hidden from everyone’s eyes.

“Tch, you and that shitty personality of yours,” the blond grumbled, making you laugh.

“All’s well that ends well. Hopefully no one will dare to confess to you anymore,” you pointed out and your words made a faint smirk form on Alhaitham’s handsome face.

“Don’t tell me you were jealous,” he taunts, faint mischief glimmered in his eyes.

“I was not,” you defended yourself, hating how he had turned the tables on you.

“Uh huh, whatever you say love,” he nods his head, obviously not buying your lie.

The sudden pet name used made your cheeks flushed red followed by Kaveh making disgusted sounds in front of the two of you. “Ew, you two should get a room.”

“We did but due to a certain someone, our time-”

“Alhaitham!”

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Flinch

TW: Arguing, quick fluff.

SUMMARY: A specific reaction against Drew makes him desperate to console you during a fight.

WORD COUNT: 500

*Requested*

Flinch

It was rare when you and Drew fought. But when you did, all bets were off the table. You were both incredibly passionate in all things you did; jobs, hobbies, and especially the love you had for each other. But sharing an apartment and a life meant you were fated to disagree over things both minor and major. Whether this would be small issues like what to watch on a Sunday night or something a bit deeper like the feeling of seclusion with him being gone to film whatever project he had committed to as of late. And with this fight, it seemed more like the latter than what could be easily forgiven by a hug or an apology.

With raised voices and points overlapping one another, nothing but repressed anger seemed to be accomplished. Frustrations at a peak, he would lift his hands to his temples to try and ease the coming headache as you lept to the balls of your feet as if to dodge him. This was enough to suddenly make his point moot.

“Baby…Did you…Did you think I would-” You turned away from him, your pout worsening until he caught your arm.

“Sweetheart, I would NEVER hurt you-Do-do you really think I could?” You bowed your head as he had you against his chest despite your attempts to keep away from his embrace. You wanted to remain angry at him, but the sudden softness made this difficult. He was always so considerate to not cross a specific line, a line that he had bent over to some degree, but never crossed.

“I would NEVER hurt you.” He validated again. “The fact you think I-”

“I don’t, I just…sometimes you can be intense, Drew…And I…”

“I know…I’m sorry…I know I’ve been gone a lot and I just…But if you think I’m capable of that then we have bigger problems, sweetheart…” Tears formed behind his eyes as you verified your previous response.

“I know you wouldn’t mean to-”

“I would never at ALL…Baby. Please, you HAVE to know that. I’d cut off my hand before I would-” You cocked your head as a reaction to his dramatics before you felt him take your face between his palms, fingers at a desperate clutch in your hair as your neck was bent in such a way that was uncomfortable due to your difference in height, yet necessary to keep your focus.

“I love you. And right now the only thing that matters is that you know that. You do, don’t you?”

“I know,” Your hands came to a wrap around his wrists. “I love you too.”

“Then that’s all that matters. Whatever else can wait or be put last even, but you can’t ever think in ANY way that I would want to hurt you. I want to take CARE of you…And I will…Always…” He rested his forehead against your own as you would agree with a nod before being pulled completely against him.

Your reaction haunted him to sugh a degree that he’d never threaten it again, intentionally or otherwise. Of course, you’d still argue with that same passion, but now with a new understanding of what truly mattered and those lines you wouldn't cross.

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#drew starkey fluff #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey #drewstarkey

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koinotame · 3 months

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speaking of that horror protag hero au fic... it will forever remain in my brain. if i was better at writing and at not leaving everything i do a wip i’d absolutely make a p2 of that. and also of everything else you've ever made with her but anyways

ps could i be 🌌 anon ? maybe ?

the hero au fic with her my beloved.... definitely one of the fics i want to go back and edit and post. idk about a part two but i wouldn't mind writing more for the au in general 👁️

i like the way i ended it but in terms of what happened afterwards she probably took you to her house to patch you up. she probably lives uncomfortable close to your home (this is not a coincidence). from there she could've pretended some actual villain came in and killed the heroes instead of her and tried to frame it as you being innocent or wrongly accused, or just owned up to the murders and gone on the run with you. she's not one of the top heroes of the country for nothing though so you wind up keeping her because she is useful despite *gestures* everything about her

and just for you. here's a scrapped & unfinished draft scene i have saved for the original fic (unedited), starting roughly where you get [attacked] by the two heroes looking to arrest you:

"any last words?"

and even though you can’t hear anything properly over the sound in your ears, you gather just enough strength to prop yourself up on your arms shakily and spit onto the guy’s shoes.

you think you hear a scoff before someone (the other guy, maybe) kicks your stomach.

it’s not just your senses that’re starting to slip at this point; your consciousness is close to joining.

there’s some commotion coming from the entry to the alley, you think, but it’s impossible to see anything, let alone focus on it. you slip into sleep quickly.

it’s bright when you open your eyes.

well, bright for someone who was just asleep. it’s not actually too bright, just a decently lit room during the early evening just before sunset.

the second thing you notice is that your whole body fucking hurts. the back of your head pulsates painfully, especially when you move your head, and your stomach feels incredibly sore. other than that, though, you’re feeling much too comfortable to be in a prison cell.

a quick look around the room confirms your thoughts. yeah, whatever this place is, it’s not a prison cell. you don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.

the decor reminds you of something you’ve might’ve chosen when you were younger. it makes you strangely nostalgic, and it makes you want to go back to sleep and pretend this is just some weird, bad dream and that everything will be okay again when you wake up.

unfortunately, your splitting headache prevents you from doing that.

the door opening gives you a sense of deja vu.

her gasps are always so dainty, as if they’re practiced to perfect to seem cute and ladylike. this one, though, feels more genuine, as if seeing you awake is genuinely good news to her.

she doesn’t close the door this time, instead closing the distance to you and helping you sit up.

"how many fingers am I holding up?" she wastes no time in shoving a hand in your face, only retracting it when you cringe and try to push your head away.

"four," you answer anyway, voice croaky. she seems visibly relieved, offering you a glass of water and a pill.

"ibuprofen," she says quickly when you look at it skeptically. "but I can get you a new, unopened one if that would make you feel better…?"

you take it anyway. to her credit, it tastes exactly like the type you usually buy. you have no clue if this is coincidence or not, given that you seem to be in her private bedroom, and you frankly don’t want to know.

she watches you intensely as you drink the entire glass, then sits down on the floor and leans against the bed, leaving only her folded arms and head on it.

you’re pretty sure she takes a big sniff after practically burying her head into your lap.

her hand reaches up to yours and intertwines them soon enough. she lets out a content sigh, eyes still staring intently at you.

"[name]," your name leaves her lips like a content sigh. you immediately stiffen. "who did this to you?"

"how do you know my name."

she giggles, the noise sounding much more sinister this time around. "you’re so cute… I’d always wanted to be your hero, to be the one you’d depend on. but…." a lovesick smile spreads on her face as alarm bells ring in your head. "then you became a vigilante."

her thumb rubs circles into your hand.

"seeing you kick around creeps made me realise I wanted you to kick me around. it almost made me jealous, seeing you hurt everyone else but me."

#asks #🌌 anon

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sswissy · 2 years

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𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 | 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅

𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 | ��𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆

Breakfast had been delicious, not only due to the waffles, and Bellamira felt a bounce in her step. However it did suck having to leave Swiss earlier than expected when Papa Nihil called for her presence in the greenhouse. It was hard to skip out on the man who sort of raised her especially since his passing. Bellamira wasn't sure how to feel about having to speak to the ghostly apparition of Papa but figured it wasn't the weirdest thing around the abbey.

It had been a while since Mira stepped foot in the greenhouse but it was always so calming. Mountain was incredibly talented when it came to greenery, sometimes it still amazed her. Vines crawled up along the windows, the potted flowers smelling beautifully that morning. It put her at ease before reaching Papa Nihil who was watching his hand go through a hibiscus.

"Did I catch you in a bad time, Papa?" Mira held in a chuckle as the man jumped in surprise. Dear Satan, the man was a ghost and was playing scaredy cat over her? Papa Nihil glanced back at the plant as if to say later before beckoning his daughter closer.

"It's been so long my child." Papa Nihil attempted to hug Mira but unfortunately went right through her. The shiver that ran down her spine making the girl giggle as he embarrassingly brushed it off as if it didn't happen.

"I saw you the other day, Papa, but I appreciate the sentiment. You needed to see me?" Mira spotted the new garden chairs and took a seat. Dew had apparently had an incident with the last wicker ones but refused to take blame. Rain told her it was most definitely Dew and if she heard that it was Aether, it was a dirty lie.

"Yes, yes I wanted to talk to you about your little ghoul friend." Papa Nihil took the seat across her with a sly smile. Mira raised an eyebrow wondering what Rain could've possibly done. Her friend was one hundred percent innocent when things went wrong in the abbey. Unless you counted the one time Dew set the kitchen nearly on fire and Rain refused to fix his mess. But that was ages ago (really it was a few weeks ago but who was counting the days?).

"Rain? I'm sure he had nothing to do with it-" Mira waved it off. If Papa Nihil had found out about the small kitchen fire, they'd be screwed. It wasn't exactly her fault that she couldn't get the stove to work, Dew just happened to be there and overestimated the whole 'fire power'.

"No, I was talking about your little romance with Swiss." Papa Nihil stated. His knowledge making her mouth drop open in shock. How the Hell would Papa found out about this? Rain wasn't the type to just blab off to just anyone.

"I have no idea what you're talking about but if I did, how did you find out?" Mira nervously twirled the loose strand of hair. Her thoughts drifting to Swiss doing the same thing this morning before pushing the memory aside to focus.

"I might've overheard the Cardinal and a certain water ghoul last night..." Papa Nihil trailed off, side eyeing the girl to caught her reaction. Bellamira couldn't believe Rain blabbed off like that but things were starting to add up. He had been drinking with Cardi last night, whined about a terrible headache and seemed anxious over her leaving with Swiss. Those rats!

"Hmph it's not that big of a deal. I don't get why everyone cares so much." Mira grumbled. Hopefully word didn't get back to the sisters who'd definitely tease her endlessly about it. Nothing was sacred around here if that wasn't obvious enough.

"It is important, my child. I knew this day would come! Granted I thought it would've been Terzo but nonetheless." Papa Nihil genuinely smiled. Mira was so closed off from the congregation when it came to making friends or any kind of romantic partner. It was nice for her to finally be coming out of her shell as late as it was.

"It wasn't without Terzo trying, trust me." Mira laughed. He was always attempting to woo her in some way but never had the two crossed that line. It wasn't that she didn't love him, it was the thought of loosing him if things turned bad. But still Mira managed to loose him in the worse way possible. It was horrendous for those months but it seemed like a fog had been lifted when Swiss arrived. She sometimes liked to think that the Dark Lord was on her side for once.

"You miss him, I know." Papa Nihil saw the sadness in her. Granted she had healed significantly, Terzo was still a very sore topic. He had always been there but now it was mostly just Rain since Cardi was busy with his Papa duties.

"Of course I do, I pray to our Dark Lord to see him just once more. I'm starting to think I'm not using enough blood..." Mira shrugged. She had seen him get dragged off stage that night and it came as a horrifying shock. Terzo was incredibly saddened that evening but nothing could've prepared them for what happened afterwards. Mira shuddered at the memories and blinked away the tears.

"He is always with you, my child. But he wouldn't want you to be sad, after all you have a lover now!" Papa laughed. Bellamira wasn't certain where he was getting his information but it was terribly wrong.

"Papa, Swiss definitely isn't my lover. I can barely form a sentence around him." Mira huffed. Breakfast had gone much better than expected but she still hadn't managed to say much around him. Other than spouting out random facts about the dining hall assuming he didn't know since Cardi requested her to show him the place.

"I can teach you everything I know, I was quite the lover in my time." Papa was very prideful. His so called talents could possibly assist Bellamira more than what that Cardinal had planned.

"I've already gotten some help with Rain, I think I'll be okay Papa." Mira wanted to come up with some kind of excuse to leave. However she couldn't use Rain considering he'd most likely be at rehearsals. Mira didn't exactly have a social life so lying about that was completely useless.

"Yes because that seems to be doing wonders." Papa Nihil rolled his eyes. He couldn't imagine how Bellamira was when it came to seducing anyone, let alone a ghoul. This would definitely suck the energy out of him...

"I'm not as bad as you guys think I am." Mira pouted. No, she definitely was that bad for sure and would've figured all that time with Terzo would've helped.

"Didn't Terzo teach you anything? Wait, do you still need the you know talk?" Mira felt the color drain from her face. As much as she loved Papa Nihil, he was not a good father figure sometimes. It was obvious that Papa was definitely not her father but it was really all she knew. She had found out about being abandoned on the church steps rather young thanks to Secondo. It wasn't something that she was ashamed of, Mira felt it gave her some growth.

"No, no he told me all about that. Can I leave now?" Mira begged. This was completely embarrassing to deal with after having such a good morning. Sometimes Papa treated her like a child even though they recently celebrated her twenty sixth birthday.

"I just want you to be happy, my child. Do you think that ghoul could do that?" Papa would've patted her hand in comfort but that wasn't possible now. He wasn't trying to give Bellamira a hard time honestly, he wanted her to be happy after suffering through so much.

"I don't even know if he likes me like that." Mira wanted to believe that her silly crush could amount to something. Rain didn't give much information from Swiss' point of view but hadn't out right told her to move on. It was that small sliver of hope that Mira was holding onto at this point.

"Oh trust me, he definitely likes you." Papa shrugged. Mira titled her head in confusion trying to decipher how Papa could possibly know any of this. Was it possible he was spying on all of them through the walls now?

"How do you know?" Mira questioned. This wasn't a definite answer to knowing if Swiss was actually interested in her. Papa was most likely just hopeful and happy because she was interested in someone for once.

"I know all, child." Papa tapped the side of his head with a smirk. Her confusion growing in size but shrugged it off. There really wasn't any telling unless actually asking Swiss which definitely wasn't going to happen. Asking Rain was also pointless because he definitely wasn't going to question the Hell out of his brother. However he did kind of owe her now since telling her little secret? Mira smirked at the idea. This whole thing could actually work in her favor...

Rehearsals never ran past nine in the evenings unless Dew chose to be chaotic or someone was running late. Bellamira was waiting outside the doors for Rain in order to ripe him a new asshole for running his mouth. Plus the opportunity to beg him to be a little spy was too good to miss out on. He definitely was in debt after telling Cardi and now Papa Nihil who was determined to tell all his best keep secrets in seduction. Side note, all of it was just cringy and rather out dated surprisingly.

"You so owe me, pal." Mira spun around to tease Rain but was surprised to see Swiss standing there, hands in the air in mock surrender. Usually the water ghoul was always first to leave but the universe was definitely working against her tonight.

"Mhm I like the sound of that, princess. What would you like me to do for you?" Swiss ran the tip of his claws lightly down to her arm causing goosebumps. Mira gulped trying to find something to say to the ghoul who was slowly pulling her into him.

"I uhm-didn't expect to see you." Mira squeaked. Not that it wasn't a nice surprise but it was awfully hard to keep her composure with him around.

"Are you complaining, princess?" Swiss being reminded of those words from the party. He was still somewhat disappointed that Mira hadn't joined him that night. But was certain that they'd have another chance when she was more comfortable.

"N-no I like seeing you." Mira wanted to hit her head repeatedly into the wall. How could she be so painfully awkward when Terzo had taught her so much? How did he make it seem so damn easy?

"I like seeing you too." Swiss chuckled, leaning his forehead against hers. Her widened eyes looking up at him, her lips parting in surprise. Their little bubble being interrupted with the door slamming against the frame, Dew and Rain walking through wincing at how loud it was. Mira jumped away from Swiss with flushed cheeks before glancing at Rain who was trying not to awkwardly stare at them.

"Uh h-hello Dew! Rain, long time no see." Mira waved at the other fire ghoul. Dew hissed before making a hasty exit towards the ghoul's corridor. Obviously something pissed him off considering he usually wasn't too rough towards her. Rain shrugged as if saying to not ask walking over to her side for them to leave.

"Till next time, princess." Swiss blew her a cheeky kiss before following after Dew. Rain glanced back at him before looking back down at the human next to him who was in a daze. Obviously there was some progress since breakfast, Rain was grateful the migraine was worth it.

"Ready for some ass kicking at UNO?" Rain joked. Bellamira scoffed before walking down the corridor with her ghoul friend. There was no way he'd win at the game she excelled at for many years, she'd plus four his ass all night for spilling the beans.

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@simply-alone-and-sublime

#ghost bc #ghost band #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls x reader #Swiss x reader #swiss ghoul #longing for you fic

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beardedmrbean · 19 days

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Also thank you liking my black wizards ideas, almost like you can do black peoples using magic without a victim complex

Okay Harry Potter explains why the Wizarding world isn’t in control because muggles would be over reliant on them

But what I been reading up, it’s a dark af event in European history to the point I can see the game heavily using survival horror aspects

Sorry but black people have magic but are still subvert to white people?

Hmm who was the commander in chief white generals had to listen to from 2008-16 again?

But I just thought about those black martial artists from the 70’s settle down and having kids so in modern times a lot of black wizards their kids or grandkids gender the rise of martial art magic

But here something I did for free?

Welcome to the American society of magical wizards we have:

The East Coast black wizards who most classic European wizards, well beside the creepy lovecraft ones

The black druids (representing the intermingling of Irish and black people)

The midwestern who will use their wind power to blow your ass all the way to Oz (I live in the Chicago are)

The southerners who love to do voodoo shit-Ow! Which one of you made a doll of me?!

The Texas warthogs will go in gun blazing and release hell wort hogs on your ass

The African immigrants wizards that avoid us like a plague a lot

The random Afro Latinos who should be with the other Latino wizards but the council are too dense to realize that

Oh there the black Jews, uuuh, sorry Jewish people I’m not trying to be offensive but I was think about Jewish wizards able to make golems or have similar powers to Moses

And the urbanites who are very trigger happy, though a lot of them are Asian mixed so they magical arts

But I was also thinking the black wizards who use staff have beautiful age colorful robes or the midwestern ones like to where 19 century outfits or even 1920’s Al Capone outfits

Man there a lot of black magic you can do if you don’t have a victim complex up your ass!

Also thank you liking my black wizards ideas, almost like you can do black peoples using magic without a victim complex

I like seeing things that people are passionate about, I get 2nd hand excitement/serotonin/endorphins.

Also…the historical witches, actually Assassin Creed is going to have a gaming that under the working title Codename Hexe(witch in German) and people figured out it going to take place during the 16 century Holy Roman Empire with the Wuzburg trials most likely being the main focus But what I been reading up, it’s a dark af event in European history to the point I can see the game heavily using survival horror aspects

Ohhh fun.

Sorry but black people have magic but are still subvert to white people?

That's also a question that gets asked when the whole black supremacy thing gets kicking in to full gear, if you were so technologically advanced and are the smartest and strongest group of people in the world explain, well explain.

Yakub (Nation of Islam)

That's as close as they get to explaining it, if you don't know short version is he's the Biblical Jacob, who was a scientist who was expelled and for revenge he made white people to rule over black people.

Incredibly condensed version, if you don't know their deal quick skim on that wiki article may give you a headache.

Hmm who was the commander in chief white generals had to listen to from 2008-16 again?

I had more than one person call him a 'half breed abomination' and they weren't white people saying it.

But I just thought about those black martial artists from the 70’s settle down and having kids so in modern times a lot of black wizards their kids or grandkids gender the rise of martial art magic

Dolemite, Shaft, and Black Dynamite at the retirement dojo. Lookin like Black Cobra Kai.

The East Coast black wizards who most classic European wizards, well beside the creepy lovecraft ones The black druids (representing the intermingling of Irish and black people) The midwestern who will use their wind power to blow your ass all the way to Oz (I live in the Chicago are) ECT.....

Those are good and I don't think the golem thing would upset anyone that matters, so long as you were respectful about it just like if you do voodoo or anything else culturally significant.

But I was also thinking the black wizards who use staff have beautiful age colorful robes or the midwestern ones like to where 19 century outfits or even 1920’s Al Capone outfits

Do 70's Chicago pimp instead, lmao, that'd be for one of the houses, some could dress up like Cab Calloway.

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Man there a lot of black magic you can do if you don’t have a victim complex up your ass!

Ya, wild that isn't it.

#zoomer huey anon

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weirdthinkingdragon · 2 years

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Welcome To The Family (8/???)

Surprise bitches. Short chap to try getting back into it (eventually)

Tw- language that would probably make a sailor blush. Maybe I should tone it down (probably won’t), kidnapped, blackmail, delusional “friend”, light hypothermia (will make sense when reading).

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Muffled voices were the only thing being heard while waking up. One of them was Tadao. And the other?...

...Ryo? Why are they yelling at each other? Wha- how long was I- wait, where am I- what happened? All I remember is Tadao… Right. Damn, my head hurts severely. I can’t even rub it with my hands being bound. As well as my legs to the chair. Wait, bound? Fuck, now I’m regretting not taking their advice of walking with me. I just really wasn’t expecting Tadao to do such a thing.

I attempt to open my eyes, but the brightness of the room makes the pain in my head at least three times worse, and my vision is incredibly blurred. Okay, focus on where I am for now.

What feels to be a wooden chair, and metal cuffs around my wrists, keeping them together in front of me. Really? They couldn’t have at least given my ass a cushion or something? Right, not the time for that type of complaint. I try to listen to their yelling conversation without giving away that I woke up. Their loud voices are killer on my headache. Even though most if not all the pain is the back of my head where I was hit.

Trying to feel a bit more, there’s a bit of a crusty type of feeling slightly down my back. The hit must have somehow punctured my skin or something since I can only think of that crusty feeling being blood. I better not have fallen in dog poop or something or I swear I’m beating the daylight out of Tadao more if I ever will be able to.

“Why didn’t you use your black mold or something to make them pass out!? Your hits to them could have killed them!” Ryo? They’re in on this too!? There’s not really a way this could get worse, is there? My two closest friends?... Can’t really say that anymore.

“Are you stupid!? Black mold could have killed them too! That would also give them breathing problems! Do you KNOW how deadly strong amounts of exposure of mold is to people besides me, especially black, since I’m immune to it!?”

Pain stabs through my head yet again. Urg, do they really need to yell?...

“You fucking idiot. You should have kept chloroform on you like I said to do.” I swear my heart stops completely for a minute. I know that voice anywhere. Aiya. Fuck, I just HAD to jinx it, didn’t I?

“I’m sorry, okay? It was a brash and stupid decision! But I couldn’t risk being followed! With the multiple heroes at the time taking care of a few low villains on the other side of the city, and tons of people drawn to that, it was the best chance I had to not be seen!” He sounds rather exasperated.

She sighs. “Doesn’t matter now. If there’s any damage done to their head, we’ll just have to focus on that later. Our main priority is having everyone think they’re dead. I guess you were good in that regard by leaving the bloodied bat there. At least you were smart enough to still be wearing gloves.”

My only question is why are they working with her? It’s obvious she hates me. I can still feel the “friendship” ring on my finger I kept wearing for one reason or another. I’d care for nothing more than to rip it off now and smash it to the ground. Stomp on it for good measure. Regret overwhelmingly taking me over of ever being friends with Ryo in the first place.

I end up shifting after way too long of a weird stare-down silence because they couldn't have at least given me a fucking cushion, signaling I’m awake. They all must notice since they all go quiet for a moment. “Y/N! You’re awake! That’s good! Now that you’re here, we can finally hang out again, and the heroes will find a new sitter!”

… Are you fucking mental? How many people around me are truly sane right now? First the heroes are acting weird, and now my friends. Starting to wonder if the heroes aren’t the ones struck by some sort of quirk. I try to glare at them, but my eyes are forced closed by the damn light. It’s like an interrogation because the only visible light is the one above me glaring down for the tiny second I try to open my eyes again.

“Come on Y/N, people die all the time. Those heroes won’t bat an eye when they find you “dead”. Don't flatter yourself.” Aiya sneers.

!!! Fuck, she must have told them. She must have noticed my expression sour. “Oh please, I informed Ryo about the heroes after I found them angry one day. Aw, all they wanted was to hang out with you.” The end of what she spoke became incredibly degrading. She’s lucky I’m not able to put my foot to her face and break a few teeth. Or maybe breaking her nose. That would suffice too. I can already hear Zashi in the background like some sort of funny show edging me on to do it. Really starting to hate her, and I hardly know jack shit other than her name and her personality that could possibly rival Endeavor’s.

I finally manage to force my eyes open and clear, showing Tadao behind the two of them with an incredibly horrified look on his face. “WHAT!? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THEY WERE HEROES!? Oh man, oh man, oh fuck! I KNEW it was a bad idea! Why did I listen to you two!?” The pain in my head majorly spikes. Hng, fuck. Can he PLEASE at least keep it down!?

His complaints must have pissed off Ryo since they walk over and grab Tadao by his hair, yanking it down. He tenses in pain and closes an eye to prevent yelling. They turn towards me and look at my hands. I do as well and notice the metal cuffs look too similar to wood. Almost like a coverup for something.

“You’re wearing our friendship ring! You must still want to hang out with me!”

You’re beyond stupid if you think I will after this stunt. Is this where they were the time I was going to hang out with them? Wait... Please for the love of everything, tell me they didn't get hit by the same fucking quirk. That or going back to the idea I might be the problem. Ryo's almost acting like it. My mouth feels incredibly dry as I try to speak. "Why this way?" Eventually manages to come out. It’s not slurred, which must be insane luck. Aiya seems disappointed. "Well, miraculously somehow doesn't seem to be any brain damage or concussion, so I guess that's good."

I snap at Ryo harming Tadao and that Aiya wanted me to be injured. Same with how the others have been acting. Really getting pissed off at whoever has this quirk. I’d like more than just a word with them, even if it’s a child at this point. "Could you break out of this weird fucking quirk already? I'm getting sick of all this weird personality bullshit." So I’m crabby. Sue myself. Not my fault they could have killed me and are the cause of this stupid pain in my head. They deserve a snappy attitude at least.

Ryo looks at me confused. "I was never hit with any quirk.”

What? Did I stop breathing? I think I stopped breathing. No, they have to be lying! Ugh, really must have been me.

Aiya laughs maniacally for a moment at my probably bewildered expression. "Is- is that what you THINK? They and Ryo were never hit with such a ridiculous thing!"

My mind blanks into fear of what that means. It's not possible they're just acting like that normally! It has to be me then! I refuse to believe two pro heroes, one in training, and a child ALL have some weird obsession for just a plain babysitter. Ugh, I might have to resign being their babysitter, or even just one in general, if this is the case. Well, if I get out of here that is. I’d rather not get involved deeper with whatever the fucks going on with them.

"They were probably just acting to keep your pathetic excuse as a good sitter so they could finally stop looking for another!"

Me, a pathetic excuse? I'm not the one who kept trying to hit on a married gay man or ignore the children, which, I don't know, IS. THE. JOB.? A major part of me is doubtful of them just acting it as well. There's no way they'd go to such extremities and make me so uncomfortable sometimes if that was the case. With how desperate they are, maybe? But Shouta really doesn't seem to be the type to mess around or act differently than himself under any circumstance.

I give her a disbelieving look, which seemed to be the wrong thing to do, and her face became a harsh glare as she stomps up to me. She reaches out towards me and wraps her hand around my pendant. She gives a firm tug, breaking the chain around my neck, then glares at the pendant.

"This should have been mine. I was so close to finding a way I could squeeze back in and steal Hizashi for myself, but then you had to come in and ruin everything. I don't know what stupid trick you pulled, but they're dogs at your fucking mercy, almost like Tadao is for me."

My brows crease in confusion. What does she mean by that?

Ryo finally stopped pulling on Tadao's hair, and he steps a few feet away from the psychotic duo. He's also on thin ice but seems to really not want to be a part of this. He glares at Aiya from behind and gently rubs his scalp. She turns to look at him while trying to squeeze the pendant as tight as she could. It's sturdier than I thought since it isn't cracking in any way. "Why don't you tell them, my little errand boy?" She says "errand boy" in such a demeaning way that even I feel like throwing up.

He physically cringes hard at that name but doesn't stop his glaring at her. She doesn't seem to care in the slightest. "It's true. She's got me on a tight leash that could easily make me lose my job as a waiter for my parent's business. Two of her friends help set me up one day while I was their waiter. She purposefully tripped me, making me fall onto one of her in-on-it female friends,"

He greatly cringes again. "My hands ended up in... unsavory places trying to catch myself. Aiya snapped a picture, and if she were to send it to my parents, they'd kick me from my job for sure. I'm trying to earn my place to take over their business one day. They understandably would have no tolerance for such behavior. Everyone is more than willing to believe three women complaining about a man assaulting them before they'd believe a man claiming to be gay was framed."

I hate to say it, but that does seem like a pretty logical assumption many would make. Has he mentioned being gay before? My still kinda messed up mind can't remember.

Aiya laughs sadistically. "Right you are, my little errand boy."

I cringe as well this time. Ew. Out of all things? Seriously?

"It was a miracle it worked so well in my favor! Now I can just dangle the little carrot whenever I need dirty work done, and he has to do it or lose his job and family’s faith in him permanently."

Now I'm feeling a bit bad for Tadao.

"In speaking of loss." She turns back towards me and glares harshly again. She throws the pendant to the ground and tries to break it with a few firm stomps. Is she seriously acting like a child right now? If I wasn’t in such a dire situation, I’d probably be laughing at how pathetic this is.

The stomps do little to nothing. She yells in frustration, picks it up again, and chucks it at the concrete wall as hard as she could on my left. It just bounces off and clatters to the also concrete floor. Concrete? Of course I'd be in a fucking basement. She’s acting like a child throwing a massive tantrum.

She stops after a moment and pins her hands on my forearms. The grip almost hurts. With her glare locked onto my eyes and her quite obvious thirst for power or something, I could almost joke about her being kinky.

That thought nearly makes me physically gag. Ew. Okay, definitely not with her involved though.

“What are you doing? This wasn’t part of the plan!” Ryo has the audacity to almost sound panicked. Why?

She looks back toward Ryo for a moment.

"Oh, they deserve a little punishment, don't you think, dear Ryo? They chose the “family” over you after all. All they had to do was deny them a bit better, and all of this could have been avoided!~"

I'm pissed they didn't think I tried. How the hell are you SUPPOSED to just stand up and refuse two pro heroes to something they were already dead set on? Especially if they’re quite high in ranks?

Ryo has a torn expression. “I… yeah, I guess that makes sense. But we can’t afford to have them suddenly needing to go to the hospital. They’d be found then!”

She turns back towards me with a highly unnerving smirk. “Don’t you worry. I’ll just go to stage one.”

Stage… one? Wait, It almost feels like everything around is getting colder? No, worse. It feels like heat is slowly being sapped out of me. What is she doing!?

Tadao seems to pale a few shades lighter than he already was.

“Y-You can’t just use your quirk like that! You’re purposefully giving them stage one hypothermia!?” He rushes towards us to try to stop her.

...She’s what!?

She puts one of her hands in a “stop” form towards him. “Come any closer, and I won’t think twice of posting that delightful pic to your family.”

He freezes in his tracks.

“Besides, stage one is harmless enough anyway. Mostly just some shivering and loss of blood circulation. We can warm them back up to normal easily enough later.”

“B-but what about the chance of it worsening after? It could get worse itself since it’s already fairly cold down here!” He almost seems to beg for her to let go.

She rolls her eyes. Damn, I’m feeling the effect fast. My body is already starting to involuntarily shiver. “Every time you open your whiny mouth, it makes my longing stronger of wanting to post it just to get you sorry excuse for a man finally away from me.”

He looks like he desperately wants to say something else, but his mouth snaps shut.

“I- uh, I’ll come back later. I can’t really handle being around Y/N while you do that to them.” Ryo admits and heads towards the stairs starting at my right front corner and goes up towards a door above and behind me. Seriously? You’re so DESPERATE to get me, finally do, and then can’t even stick around to watch your new friend basically torture your old best friend? Just how pathetic are you?

The door slams as they leave.

She immediately gets way too close to my face. Back up, back up, backup, backup,backup-

“You’re lucky I promised to keep my word for them, or I’d have absolutely no problem forcing it to the third stage and laugh at you while watching you die.” She seethes, and lets go not long after.

She's lucky I didn't spit on her face. Would have greatly loved to. I really should have.

She looks toward Tadao and glares again. “I’ll be back shortly. I need to make sure you weren’t stupid enough to leave any other tracks that would lead them to us. While I’m gone, don’t think of doing anything else stupid,” She leaves pretty quickly as well. However, I didn’t hear a door open and close.

I look up to try to see why, and there’s a bit of purple mist that disappears not long after. Purple mist? Was there another or something? Maybe that’s how I got here? Now thinking back, I think I saw something purple forming to the side of me before being knocked out.

Tadao bolts to be right in front of me and puts his hands on my shoulders. The little heat is a surprising relief from the serious chill I’m feeling now. His brown eyes look like they’re about to start crying.

“I’m sorry! I’msorry, I’msosorry, so, so, so, sorry! I didn’t want this to happen and purposefully started to avoid you because they were forcing me to get you and they would have known if I met you and didn’t get you with that other watching and so many things this is so frustrating-!” He quickly started speaking so fast I almost didn’t understand a word he said to me. It took a moment to process, but then it made sense why he wasn’t around the past few days.

Kind of stuck on what to do now, other than…

I slip the ring off my finger and drop it to the floor. Can’t exactly stomp on it from my legs being bound, but it’s enough in the rage I feel.

Another involuntary shiver comes over my body. Has it always been this cold in here? I know the whole hypothermia and stuff going on, but this seems rather odd. Was she possibly lying about only stage one?

He quickly kneels down to be right by the cuffs still on my wrist sitting in front.

Metal cuffs that are detailedly painted to look wooden. After a second of him holding them, The paint chips off with what I guess to be some sort of mold, leaving the metallic glint underneath.

A surprised and extremely terrified expression takes over his face. “I thought I told her to make them wood! I lied saying you wouldn’t be able to break out of it so I could use my mold to dissolve them!”

Aiya laughs behind him and re-enters. A test. Of COURSE she was testing him, not going back to the scene. It would have been beyond suspicious if the heroes saw her there.

She walks down the stairs to be in front of us. “You honestly think I’d listen to you? I know you were planning on letting them go before you found out the family they babysit for are heroes. Sadly, I actually did get rid of that picture, as promised to Ryo with your cooperation, but I can easily get more. All it takes is another friend who still has it, or even just have other friends do the same thing at your workplace,” she puts her hand on her chin and looks up in thought. “Hmm, I might just post it anyways. You didn’t fully keep your promise either!~ Oh! And it would be so much better if next time it’s when your parents are-”

The door gets slammed with so much force, that it flies off the hinges and falls flat right behind her. She freezes in her place, staring at the entrance where the door was.

A man with all-too-familiar hair and certain grey clothing jumps down, and turns toward Aiya with a very harsh glare.

… It’s Shouta, and he. Is. PISSED.

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hi! i love your content so much, and you’re such a sweet person! i’ve actually started writing fanfics bc of your encouragement!!

i was hoping to request GE and SE Saeran (or just GE if that makes it easier!) with a chubby mc with a history of self harm, relapsing with their atypical anorexia (due to hitting their highest recorded weight) and hiding it from him? mostly because they don’t want to add to his problems, as well as a fear of being stopped. i’ve relapsed in my atyp ana, and it’s been a bit of a struggle lately. i’m quite in love with saeran and have been for years, so i’m sorta looking for comfort, haha. but!! if this is too triggering of an ask, you def don’t have to write it!! thank you so much <3 and pls don’t worry, i’m sure i’ll come out of it again :)

🎀 Oh my dear... Hearing you being encouraged by my words makes me so happy.. And you got this! I know you can, you'll be okay again just like Saeran <3 🎀

Body and Mind

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: GE Saeran x Reader

Category: Angst (Fluff)

Warnings: eating disorder, confrontation

Word count: 2106

Author's Note: Well if you'd like a little story, then let's focus on GE Saeran^^

Summary: What had happened to your body, it's none he should know.

Although you try to hide away it's obvious he comes to learn as he never fails to watch you closely.

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Probably, it wouldn't have been so difficult for you if you'd said something from the beginning, you knew that very well. But opening up wasn't always one of the things you could claim as your strengths. Most of the time it's incredibly difficult for you to get even a single word out about your problem, or to squeeze it out like you've actually been doing all your life.

Whatever happened, one of your last intentions had been for the man you loved more than anything in this world to find out about your habits, which caused you ending up where you stood today.

Sometimes you broke your mind over the 'what ifs', although they only added oil to the fire named health. What if you would've been comfortable in your own skin. What if looking into the mirror wouldn't make you sick to the stomach? Could you have avoided ending up this way if having someone in your younger years reassuring you about better eating habits instead of scolding you for the intention of seeking attention instead?

People liked to misinterpret the weight that lay on your shoulders when it came to this topic, especially if it's your body as a whole. Some thought you're just wanting to be taken care of, others assumed you're stuck in major depression. Despite the sadness taking over at the subject, which you could never deny, it's not either of it.

That's fickle, the perfect picture of the flawless body. Was it even real outside of the internet? You sighed, rubbing your forehead in order to ease some of the headache following you around since the morning set in.

When others accused you for being needy, it's always the opposite reaction they earned. You didn't want pity or hushing, on the contrary, you never wanted for anyone to find out the mess you could become once it's back to the older days. Was it the recent stress? The fact it took so much out of you all when trying to save both Saeyoung and Saeran after dealing with three bad sides at once? Rika suddenly turned out to be one of the last concerns, that meant something.

You rushed through your hair, enjoying the sun coming through the curtains with the birds outside the house singing their usual songs. Now it's all settled, the bad was defeated and the days to come seemed to be filled with happiness, as Saeran loved to put it.

However, you're uncertain how true this would be for you personally. Not that you didn't enjoy the peace overtaking the future with many bright memories in mind, but there's a nagging feeling corrupting your bones.

You'd been handling it just fine until recently. Because it's finally time for the past to sink into your mind? Or perhaps the insecurities which had no time to reach your mind when being busy with more important matters crashed down onto you all at once with the impact so heavily. It's suffocating, to say at least.

Yet there's a small wish praying in the corner of your heart, even though it felt foreign to just think about it. What if he knew?

Never in your life did you want to bother your lover, who'd gone through a hell nobody could understand. All his life he was surrounded by the bad and dark parts of life itself, how could you ever end up spilling your worries on top of these haunting memories he's trying so hard to work through these days? How would you speak this burden if it's nothing in comparison to his pain? It didn't appear fair towards him. He deserved a carefree life.

Adding yourself to the list of his concerns felt selfish, so much so it's close to impossible mentioning the problem in any given way. It's not the first time you're dealing with it by yourself, it's only a matter of time until it's going better, all you had to do's keep quiet and go through this silently.

But you should've known better; should've known he's coming to realize when you started eating less. When standing in front of the mirror with a frown covering your face.

All these little indications painted the picture of what's truly happening without you making that conclusion before it's too late to turn back. Of course Saeran managed to find out, it's the confrontation you really should've seen coming and prepare for.

There you sat, trying not to let the stare of his ocean eyes get to you. At the edge of the bed, playing with your hair strands while staring out of the window instead of creating eye contact. It tore the thread of patience that's so thin to begin with.

The moment he'd been wishing you a good morning, as he's often up before you, and asked to join him in the kitchen since he made breakfast; you felt anxiety coming over your soul. Therefore you refused softly, waving your hand to play if off as having simple loss of appetite. But his kind facial expression changed to something so strict you hadn't seen in months.

Then he asked what has changed, literally laying out the issue at hand in front of your feet and it took all effort not to break down.

With his arms crossed, he watched your face twist in uncertainty. He leaned against the wall of the bedroom as he eyed your reaction rather closely and somehow it made you feel more exposed than ever. You had no idea what to say; let alone how to smooth out his suspicions.

He'd been dealing with weight problems back at Magenta as well, it's one of the reasons why you bonded so well with Ray from the start. He seemed to understand the torture of an empty stomach while still hating on the own body, which most of the time ended up in self-punishment. He understood and frankly; one hand you'd been grateful you've found someone who's struggling with similar issues, on the other, however, it created an empty space in your chest.

To know someone that pretty and amazing agonized himself to the brim's hard to accept once you develop feelings for that someone. Thanks to some knowledge, you're able to help him take better care of his health in general. Yet it never worked for yourself and now it looked like you're going to pay for avoiding that fact.

"Saeran, it's..." Your words stayed stuck in your throat by the imagination you're becoming another burden in his life. The man with white hair titled his head, pink tips long enough to cover his face by now.

He waited for you to continue. But you shook your head, knowing there's no explanation working in your favor. "Is it your weight that's bothering you?" His question stabbed right through your heart as you looked back at your lover. Saeran's face was unreadable which almost scared you more than getting called out. "You use the scales a lot lately.."

You bit down your tongue, trying to ignore the lump forming in your throat from the bitter taste. "How will you know?" Sounding a bit too defensive, Saeran didn't seem offended by it and just pointed back to the door. "The battery is empty. And Saeyoung and me use it very rarely." Now the feeling of incompetence filled your head as well, it's beyond your comprehension how he wasn't acting frustrated at your stupid questions.

"I.." The noise of your heart ripping echoed in your ears along the pulse that shoot through your veins. You searched for words, anything to ease the tension in the air before Saeran let his hand fall back down beside his body. "(N), whatever it is, you know.. I don't judge. I love you." The affection broke down the dam afterwards.

You immediately rubbed away the tears that found their way to the surface. "I'm dealing with eating disorder!" It wasn't your intention to snap; it happened regardless because you couldn't remember the last time you've said it out loud.

Saeran's eyes widened which you couldn't see as you avoided gazing into his face by staring at the floor. "I- I didn't want you to know, goddamn it," Your voice broke off at the edges. "I didn't want to be another problem you have to take care of and tend... But of course you had to notice!" The mumbling died down, leaving the silence to thicken the air you found difficult to breathe in.

What would he do now? Knowing this man from head to toe, yet getting surprised by his decisions to this day, you're unsure what his reaction would be like. Perhaps it's enough for him to drain out until he's unable to stay by your side. God knows it wouldn't be the first time someone took distance by that never ending circle you're stuck in.

"Why did you never tell me?" Was the first thing he said after what felt like an eternity of uncomfortable silence. "Keeping that a secret from me... I was worrying sick about you." Confused by that particular tone you finally found the courage to see he's pained.

His bright eyes owned a darker shade, for a second you feared he's close to crying. "You trust me with everything, why not this? What made you suffer all alone like this?"

The way he phrased it had the tears winning when running down your cheeks. You hugged yourself, a pathetic attempt to relax your stiff muscles. "I- I couldn't bear the thought of putting any more pain on you." Your confession deepened the frown on his face. "But you're the love of my life. You need to be open with me about such things, what.."

You hid your tears behind your eyes after lowering your head into both palms, it's not funny how you shook from the fear and nervousness inside your system. "I'm sorry-!" You yelped helplessly. "I don't know, I was scared.. I still am! I'm sorry."

The two hands coming around your shoulders frightened you until you realized he took steps closer. Saeran put them both onto your back to have your tears soak into his white shirt instead of your own skin. He pulled you pretty tightly and you sank into the safeness it offered. "Don't be sorry about your condition.. Don't be sorry for anything, my love." He whispered into your hair, leaving a little kiss to the top of your head.

"I'm just.. I'm sad you thought this would be a burden to me, because it's not. You could never, ever be a burden to me.. You know this, don't you?" Saeran felt you nod into the embrace, stroking his hand over your head lovingly.

You sniffed away the hurt, able to take in the warmth of his body and the fresh scent he carried tore down your walls, making you cry and sob out. At least the sound's muffled when pressing yourself deeper against him as you put both arms around him in return. God, shouldn't you have known better? You shouldn't have underestimated your lover.

Saeran hushed you accordingly. His heart beat faster than you're familiar with, it made you wonder how he's feeling about you keeping your lips sealed when wanting to be open with each other, maybe you deserved it he bluntly confronted you with everything. "Saeran.."

You sighed after calming down some more. The young man with minty colored eyes took the words out of your mouth before having the chance to say something else. "You know you're beautiful to me, right?" It caught you off guard.

He stroked through your hair strands carefully, never coming to a hold. "Your weight doesn't matter to me. Whatever you feel insecure about is something I cherish. Try to see if from my perspective." You closed your eyes, thinking what you would've done if he's the one dealing with this stuff. And it's no surprise it hurt when picturing him bearing it all by himself.

"I love you the way you are and if you need help, that is okay." He brushed his index finger under your chin, wanting to get a glimpse at your eyes. Looking up to him being that close, your heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

Saeran smiled warm while letting the touch wander to your cheek to wipe away the rest tears. "You're my angel. And I will gladly go through this with you. For however long you need it.. Or how hard it might be." As you smiled back at the comfort, Saeran huffed relieved. "You're no burden (N).. You're my everything."

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tempo

I am realizing that, for me, when making art of any kind though specifically for me it's mainly writing and drawing, tempo is key

You know those days when you sit down to write and the words beg aching, painful effort to come out and when they do they're all warped and stuck together at odd angles, so reading them back nearly gives you a headache?

And those days when you pick up a pen or brush and instead of making a scene, a figure, a Piece that is more than the sum of its parts, you are only making marks. Disjointed, stiff strokes that are completely separate from each other, but WHY IM DOING THE SAME THING I ALWAYS DO, WHY HANDS NO WORK???

For me I can even switch in and out of the awkward, bumbling creative stage several times in any one session. And I feel like I'm doing the same thing the entire time, so why sometimes the hands work, the words come, and sometimes it's like I've suddenly regressed years in my creative abilities?

tempo.

this is just what I call it because I once watched a Sinix video (art youtuber/streamer, makes incredible art and super helpful videos) and that's what he called it. It's been a year or so since I watched it I think, so I don't remember exactly how he defined it, but what I mean when I say tempo is when your body, brain, and soul are working in tandem. Your soul feels a Thing and your brain turns it into an Idea and your body makes it into Art.

In that Sinix video, he talks about some art exercises to get you back on tempo and it's great advice, really valuable info and I feel like kinda the heart of the exercises can be translated into writing/other art exercises as well with a bit of thought.

I might talk about that more if anyone is curious but rn I just wanted to mention how one thing that is super important for me in once again finding my tempo when I'm all out of sync is: being kind to myself when I'm in that place.

It's totally natural, understandable, valid to be frustrated when the Thing Isn't Working and There's No Clear Reason Why, and me personally, my first instinct is to beat myself up. To spiral. To quit. I've done it before, why can't I do it again?

But when I take a step back and look at the full picture, I notice this is just a thing that happens. It's part of being a creative. The tempo comes and goes, so while it might be gone now, I know that it will come back.

Not only that, but I have some of my own little practices that I have found help me get things back in sync, so now I have a list of things to try! Tools to use. Instead of sitting there trying to force the tempo back and beating myself up when I can't, I switch focus onto something proactive--using one of my tools.

And on top even of that, I have learned to pay enough attention to my process, my tempo, what helps and what doesn't, that now I can recognize little things I do that tend to get me *off* tempo, so I can check and make sure I am not doing any of those things, then try again~

#we love getting perspective and being mindful and filling up our toolbox #so whenever a problem arises we are prepared to face it #idrk if this is writing advice or art advice but kinda?#writing advice #art advice #writing encouragement #writeblr #artblr #writblr #me post #i should create a specific tag for when i'm just kinda explaining my own brain to myself

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zylian · 11 months

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I can’t wrap my head around Vitalasys reasonings

At the end he wanted op right? Like that’s why he let Spoke do what he did?

Than why is he SO upset at Zam? I feel like Zams actions did utterly nothing to Vitalasys plans, it was only talk that could of been easily forgotten.

Why did he throw his entire reasoning onto Zam and than when Zam said “I don’t want to be your rock” Vitalasy proceeded to keep caring about every little thing Zam was doing

Even after all that he says how much he wants to repeatedly kill Zam over and over which just shows his ignorance to not remembering? Not knowing? That Zam was hunted by Mapicc, an old teammate, because he betrayed. Just why would Vitalasy claim to care so much about Zam yet say such things.

I just don’t understand it, cause it makes it look like Zam was being strung along the second he first meets Vitalasy but why would Vitalasy put himself through all that if his main goal was getting op

Why care so much when he knew the damage was done. Also the revenge plans?? He had way too much going on and he did not handle it well at all. How the hell did his fall out with Spoke even happen?? Since they apparently weren’t faking it

I just don’t get why he cared so much that Zam was working with Spoke when Spokes been the very thing he’s been half protecting and telling Zam is under his control. How was anyone supposed to know why he hated Spoke so much when he kept pulling 180s

I feel like him bringing up the “reporting to save all servers” should of never been brought up because it only added to suspicion and didn’t help convince anyone

Like I understand Zams perspective and Subz’s perspective of things and why they think like they did by the end of the season but why did Vitalasy contradict himself so often??

I just don’t get it, it’s like he had this huge thingy he was dealing with so he preplanned lore but didn’t like it when it didn’t go his way and chose to not adapt to the teammate/ppl he made it revolve around.

I can see him adapt in some places, sure, but his ignorance was crazy, he expected Zam to drop his character lore entirely until the next season???

Why doesn’t Vitalasys reasoning exist outside of Zam? That would be Spoke. But no one knows wtf is with them cause it’s behind the scenes! So because he couldn’t really bring it up he pushed his lore more towards Zam??? WHY?!?

Also him banning himself after knowing Zam almost banned himself twice “for his sake” just showed how he didn’t care about anyone. Only banning himself under that false pretence to shift their attention back on the server.

His character makes me so incredibly upset, felt so weird with how important his character was supposed to be yet he wants to stay in the sidelines

I feel like Zam and Subz both have their flaws yet they still tried to adapt in some way that fits themselves. Like knowing the other person well enough to do certain actions that work with it.

Vitalasy was shocked Zam knew that Subz would have died in the end and it felt like Vitalasy truly never saw his team as a whole.

Subz saw it, he saw Vitalasy and Zam struggling to interact and knew things would need to be dealt with but Vitalasy couldn’t see how well Subz and Zam worked together. He didn’t assume, he didn’t even notice how much those two cared for each other. Which also puts the question of his focus on “revenge” while his teammates were still getting hunted. Why did he have a moral crisis too??

Man this gives me a headache trying to think about, even if the videos come out with explanations, his character could of handled everything so much better without leaking ANYTHING than wtf actually happened

Vitalasys story is actually focused on Spoke and I really want to know wtf happened

((Sorry I just need to flesh out Vitalasys character so au’s I think of work better cause right now he’s giving wet cat energy))

#how does his character become so bad that I’m no longer a c!Zam anti #make it make sense #zy is confused #zy rants

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science-lings · 2 years

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Elixirs and Enchantments: A Totally Comprehensive Fictional Medical Study

So, there are like 11 different kinds of potions in botw and I have a lot of thoughts about them and their medical properties to achieve their magical abilities. Also this is my second try at this because my computer died the first time and deleted the entire post when it was almost done. I’ve worked on this for my own benefit for fics and stuff and it greatly influenced my depiction of Wild as a potion maker/ witch type but it applies to the botw world as a whole.

Types of Elixirs:

Hearty: Basic healing potion, rapidly speeds up cell regeneration on physical wounds and acts as a painkiller. Tends to leave scars. Doesn’t do much when it comes to illnesses but can help infections and most types of pain, you can take a quick sip and your headache will go away, but when it is used for more major injuries it tends to leave behind a dull ache and scarring. Tastes metallic, like blood, but also a little sour, not really gross but just weird.

Stamina (and Enduring): Instantly revitalizes and oxygenizes blood and muscle cells which prevents exhaustion. This prevents hyperventilating and is a good first treatment after asphyxiation. Also good for stabilizing heart rate and breathing after extreme physical exertion. Tastes strongly herbal and earthy.

Chilly: Fever reducer, treatment for heatstroke and things caused by overheating. Can be applied topically for burns and to prevent (and treat) sunburn. Can also be applied topically to numb certain areas. Tastes like menthol, or just extremely minty. Makes it feel cold to breathe and that part of it takes a while to wear off. It also messes with how other things taste, especially sweet things.

Warm: Prevents and treats frostbite and hypothermia, though if it’s for treatment then it’s vital to use a weak elixir to make sure that the persons core temperature doesn’t rise too fast and should be combined with other gradual warming techniques, like blankets, skin contact, and proximity to a fire. Can be applied topically to relax muscles and is often used for massages and taking care of cramps and joint pain. Tastes incredibly spicy but the sensation only lasts a few seconds. Like eating a full spoonful of wasabi but it cools down quick and takes effect pretty fast too.

Electric: Enhances the bodies natural tolerance for electricity and gives the body a natural charge so that when something tries to shock it, it subconsciously retaliates with an opposite charge. Can also be used to shock the nervous system as a natural defibrillator and to treat paralyzing poisons. Tastes like static and rain. Gives the mouth feeling of poprocks.

Fireproof: Severe body temperature reducer, keeps skin from spontaneously catching fire like really intense sunscreen. Should not be used outside of places that are not literally on fire. It also toughens the skin and lowers the bodies ability to sense temperature which makes it good at treating severe burns. Tastes very burnt yet very cold. Also tastes like rocks and is pretty chalky. It instantly dries your mouth.

Stealth: Slows down heart rate, good for panic attacks and can act like a sleep aid. It also increases focus and awareness of surroundings and would be a pretty good treatment for ADHD tbh. In the game you still have to try to be stealthy even with the elixir so it’s not like a magical ‘cure’, but it does help a person be more aware of themselves so they are able to be sneaky. Tastes very floral and cool, like an earthy taste mixed with a grandmothers perfume. It also glows in the dark.

Speedy: Kind of the opposite of stealth elixirs, speeds up heart rate and gives a surprisingly long lasting artificial adrenaline rush, good for keeping someone awake and preventing them from flatlining. Tastes super sour, worse than a liquified warhead. It’s impossible not to make a face when drinking it. They are the closest thing there is to recreational drugs if the rushroom guy is anything to go by...

Attack: Enhances muscle strength and is good for when you need to move unnecessarily big things, like boulders. Good for a quick boost of buffness and to aid in gradual muscle growth. As it aids in gaining muscle, it’s good for people recovering from major illnesses and major injuries and is often used in physical therapy. Also causes a boost in testosterone and thus the urge to fight things. Tastes like a shitty protein shake, like it’s trying so hard to be chocolate but its just too bitter and not sweet enough.

Defense: Enhances skin and muscle durability, but it also works like that weird slime that is normal when you touch it but solidifies when you punch it. Like you wouldn’t know if someone took the elixir if they just gave you a handshake but if you punched them it would be like punching a rock. The elixir can be used topically on leather and animal pelts and is often used to enhance armor. You can also bathe your cat in it safely to make them harder to injure so you don’t have to worry when they disappear for a day and come back looking like they’ve been in a hurricane. Tastes like machine oil and is better taken topically or put in a lotion bottle to add to your bathing routine. Can be a little stinky though.

Fairy: In game fairy tonics are said to be powerful but don’t exactly live up to it. I like to think that they’re more powerful that hearty elixirs in that they’re faster, can deal with illness, can practically revive someone from deaths door and leave much less scarring. Also they taste sweet like candy and come in fun little bottles. They taste like artificial fruit flavors, like watermelon and blue raspberry and banana and all that, but it’s hard to tell exactly what fake fruit it is.

other medical/ enchantment hcs below the cut

Okay so we need to talk about Chuchu jellies. In TP they act the same as potions and Link can and will eat them. I don’t like that. They’re purely topical and you should not eat them but Link is weird and I guess he’s allowed to...

The normal blue chuchu jelly is a natural anti-sceptic and gentle sanitizer that can be applied to open wounds. Hear me out, chuchu’s come right out of the ground and show no evidence of being dirty so like they have to be naturally resistant to dirt and germs. It can also be combined with the other chuchu jellies so that they’re diluted enough to not explode in elemental power and instead can be used like the topical version of the potion that is it’s elemental equivalent. You can also add some herbs to help out, but in a pinch just the jelly mixture is good enough.

Let’s also talk about gemstones, the main non-edible houses of natural magic. The Gerudo are the most skilled at making things with them, everything from adding them to weapons and clothes, to something as complex as spa equipment like a sauna, to something as simple as enchanted jewelry. All the gems on their clothes aren’t just for show, they also help them live their best lives in the incredible heat in the middle of the desert. There are also gems in the walls of the entire city, keeping it comfortably cool in the day and moderately warm in the night.

Talking about the Gerudo, they seem some of the most magically inclined of the Hyrulian races, at least in botw, I can see them utilizing the natural magic in plants to make everything from cosmetics to fabric. Most clothes are not magically enchanted and are instead their design is what makes them so useful but some still have enchantment as their main source of helpfulness. Mostly the Gerudo sets and the Dark Link set and the barbarian set. (Also the dlc clothes and the amiibo clothes, their boosts are way to specific to not be caused by magic)

The elemental powered weapons are odd, they don’t really have an origin or a lore reason for existing, they seem to be powered by their respective gemstones on their hilts but its hard to tell and it’s hard to tell who made them. They’re different than any of the races we know, like drastically, so maybe before the calamity there were more magical Hylians who made them but have since gone extinct? Or they can only make elemental arrows now... I’m pretty sure that in some cases when a shop runs out of elemental arrows they tell you that they’ll go find some more rather than make them so perhaps there’s a secret maker of magic arrows that many shops source from? I think it’s the lady from Gerudo Town, I’m pretty sure she’s the only shopkeeper that both has all the types of arrows and is stated to make them? that would lead to my theory of the Gerudo being the most magically gifted post calamity but who knows.

In any case, a fire powered weapon could easily be used to cauterize wounds and I’m sure that if you poked someone with an electric spear then it would act like a defibrillator.

#botw #linked universe #linked universe wild #lu wild #more stuff about my witchy wild hcs #if i missed anything from the first lost draft im going to cry a little #lu witch wild #loz #legend of zelda #loz breath of the wild #loz botw #breath of the wild #zelda #zelda theory #zelda headcanon #botw headcanons

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frogtanii · 3 years

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warm.

it’s too warm, was your first waking thought as you sluggishly waded through the mound of blankets that encompassed you to get a breath of fresh air (you assumed bokuto and kuroo were the culprits for your warm and fuzzy hellhole). your eyes first fell on the television playing the credits to the second or third pirates of the caribbean movie on mute, the remote haphazardly thrown somewhere to your left as though the person who did so left in a hurry.

speaking of people, there was no one left in the room as you slowly joined the land of the living. a part of you suspected everyone had gone to bed but atsumu or akaashi would’ve woken you up if that had been the case.

belatedly, you recognized voices coming from the front door and your still sleep-addled brain lit up. oh! you thought. food must be here! untangling yourself from the blankets proved to be an exhausting feat because by the time you were done, your body was covered in a sheen of sweat underneath oikawa’s sweats and sakusa’s hoodie.

ugh, gross.

you began to make your way towards the door, the blood rushing through your head preventing you from hearing the details of conversation but knowing atsumu, he was just haggling for a lower price even though you told him repeatedly, that isn’t how pizza places work tsum.

as you drew nearer to the commotion, you started to pick up on the heavy tension in the air, leaving you extremely uncomfortable. you had no idea what the cause of it was but you did know it was making most of the boys upset, who, by the way, hadn’t noticed you creeping around just yet.

a feminine voice rang out from outside the doorway and though you were still attempting to gain your hearing, the sound sent chills down your spine. it sounded saccharine, sweet, familiar, and oh so evil.

even with a head full of cotton, you figured now wouldn’t be the best time to reveal yourself, what with the clear discomfort permeating the atmosphere, but your big fat mouth apparently had other plans.

“‘tsum, just let the poor pizza lady go,” you muttered, the beginnings of a headache making itself known at the back of your skull. you were a little too caught up with the dwarf banging at your head with a sledgehammer to notice the shock that everyone in the room turned to look at you with.

a gentle hand grasped at your forearm, whispering something into your ear before attempting to pull you back to the living room, but that same familiar voice from the door kept you planted where you stood.

“oh, the princess finally makes herself known,” meiko sneered, her face finally coming into focus, striking you with pang of fear straight through your heart. “funny, i thought i left you speechless the last time we... ‘talked’.”

“ya shut yer fuckin mouth,” atsumu lunged at her but was stopped by sakusa’s arm around his waist, successfully holding him in place. meiko just giggled, taking a step into the house, her heels clicking as she glided across the hardwood floors.

in the back of your head, you noted that meiko looked unusually beautiful, her makeup flawlessly done and her outfit complementing it perfectly, almost reminiscent of how she used to be before... well, just “before”.

you watched the boys unconsciously angle themselves as a protective wall around you, the person holding your arm (who you now realized was koushi) pulling you in tighter until your back was resting against his chest.

a part of you couldn’t help but feel a little suffocated but the other, more self preserving, bit felt irrationally safe and protected around these boys. it was nice... or it would’ve been if meiko wasn’t taking herself on a tour around the house as though she hadn’t been living there for almost the past year.

“you all can tone down on the guard dog act. i’m not here to fight,” she said as she pretended to wipe dust off the island. “you’re not?” bokuto’s skeptical voice rose up from behind you, one of his hands finding yours underneath the massive sleeves of your (sakusa’s) hoodie.

meiko shook her head with an empty smile, her perfectly painted red lips stretching unnaturally wide. “no, of course not! i’ve just come here to collect.”

the boys collectively tensed around you, akaashi whispering for kenma to go find yachi and quickly. as he slipped away, you made eye contact with sakusa who gave you an imperceptible nod that you assumed meant one thing — keep her talking.

“collect what?” you asked, your voice coming out weaker than you wanted, but you hoped she didn’t notice. she cocked her head as her eyes snapped to you as if she’d forgotten you were there, but judging by her growing smirk, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“my boys of course!” meiko clapped gleefully, clicking her way over toward kuroo to run her hand over his bicep, laughing when he jolted away from her touch. “they’ve always been mine, you know that don’t you?”

it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dropped over your head. you felt frozen again, the same feeling of dread creeping up your spine as it did when meiko attacked you. in turn, you barely noticed kenma’s return who whispered something to sakusa — an action that didn’t go unnoticed by meiko.

“what’re my boys talking about? are you plotting against me?” she pouted, scooting closer to the pair. kenma visibly paled and moved to hide himself behind sakusa’s broad shoulders. “we aren’t doing anything, meiko.”

wrong answer.

“oh, we both know that isn’t the case kiyoomi. i’m not a fucking idiot.” meiko’s voice filled with venom before moving even closer still. you felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest, your hand gripping bokuto’s even tighter.

what if she brought some kind of weapon to the house? what if she hurt you? what if she hurt them?

before you could think, you were standing in front of the group, the boys calling out your name as meiko’s face lit up. “so the precious little princess wants to take a stand! let me have it then, huh? let me see what all the craze is about!”

despite the fear thudding in your chest, you stood tall, glaring at her with your head held high. “the boys are not yours, meiko,” you declared, her mouth instantly opening in protest but you refused to let her speak.

“they aren’t possessions or objects you can own and treat like shit. they are people, real living, breathing people and they aren’t mine either. they have full reign to do what they want, when they want, to make their own choices and decisions. and you know what? they didn’t choose you or me. they chose themselves and their happiness over any bullshit you or i could try and sell them. so please, for the love of god, get your shit together, put it in a box and take it to fucking therapy.”

by the end of your impromptu speech, your chest was heaving but you felt good. really good. adrenaline was rushing through your veins and you felt powerful. out the corner of your eye, you noticed osamu and daichi standing at the bottom of the stairs with something akin to awe on their faces.

yeah bitches. take it all in.

unfortunately, while you were basking in the feeling of badassery, you completely missed meiko’s eyes lighting up with pure, unadulterated,

rage.

you faintly heard someone call your name before you were taken to the ground by meiko leaping at you like an animal. the two of you scrambled about on the hardwood, her hands yanking at your clothes and leaving scratches on your skin but you were sure as hell giving her a run for her money.

you finally managed to get on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground but that wasn’t before you gained a hard elbow to the side and a bruise to your face. meiko thrashed and shook in your hold but you were not wavering, trying to keep her entirely still for...

well, for what exactly?

almost as though they were on cue, you heard the sound of police sirens wailing in the distance, growing louder as they drew closer to the house. underneath you, meiko’s eyes widened before she began fighting even harder than she’d done before, her erratic movements making it much more difficult to keep your hold on her.

luckily, you had extremely muscular men at your disposal, one of which (osamu — even though he was a dick, he was still incredibly muscular dick) held down meiko’s arms as the lapd stormed the building.

the police officers easily retracted meiko from your arms and cuffed her, taking her to the back of the cop car, despite her loud and insistent threats on you and everyone you love.

very disney villain-esque.

a kind looking officer helped you to your feet and walked you out to the porch where he began to ask you and the boys a few questions. you answered them honestly and you were genuinely proud of how well you were handling the whole situation when—

“bubs, you’re shaking.” sure enough, when you looked down at your hands, you were twitching uncontrollably, the reality of the events that just occurred finally sinking in.

you were just attacked. again.

you and your friends were threatened.

meiko was sitting in the back of a fucking cop car.

“what the fuck,” you whispered, eyes staring unblinking at your palms. the same officer mentioned something about shock, prompting all the boys to gather around you; atsumu pulled you in between him and sakusa, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, kenma and bokuto took hold of your quivering hands, sugawara and oikawa sat off to the side watching you with blatant concern, and kuroo and akaashi spoke to the officer in hushed tones.

the man nodded and shook their hands before shooting you a pitying smile and heading back to the car where meiko was waiting.

“it’s over angel, ‘s over,” atsumu muttered into your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead in between each phrase. you leaned into his touch but you refused to take your eyes off meiko who was watching the whole scene from the backseat, her eyes wide with anger, hurt, and confusion.

you didn’t bother dwelling on it, instead focusing on evening out your breathing and looking at the car drive over the horizon. you heard yachi’s soft voice calling everyone inside, atsumu lifting you up to your feet and walking with you, never once taking his hands off of you.

still, his words echoed in your head, even as yachi spoke of the end of the hyper house, even as the boys brought you to your room, and even as they all automatically cuddled around you in an attempt to get you to sleep.

it’s over. it’s all finally over.

you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried.

℗ poker face

it’s over

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an - OK THE TITLE IS MISLEADING THE STORY IS NOT OVER YET SKENSM (there are 2 more official story chapters before all the endings :3) also m not the biggest fan of this chapter?? so i’d love to hear what y’all think <33 don’t forget to feed me!!

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errythinisblue · 2 years

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Without me

Mason Mount x Y/N

Summary: Your realtionship with Mason is complicated to say the least. What is going to happen between the two of you once you see some videos of him partying with some girls in it?

Warnings: alcohol consumption (LOTS of it).

This part is only about Mason! ...How will he react to Y/N’s message??

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A pounding headache woke Mason up the morning after his wild night out. He groaned, as the sun light coming from the window hit his sensitive eyes, while he rolled on his back. As he turned around a perfume hit his nostrils, a feminine scent that made his stomach churn. But when he noticed that he was alone in bed, with nobody else in his room but him, he felt a strange sense of relief wash over him.

His left arm made quick work of covering his face, blocking the light and that nauseating perfume out, while his right hand was reaching for his phone on the nightstand. As soon as he felt like opening his eyes again, he looked at his phone screen and his heart immediately stopped.

Countless notifications appeared before his eyes, but he could only focus on one. He could only focus on your name as he hastily unlocked his phone and opened your message: ‘Don’t you ever dare to try and come near me again, if you don’t have the balls to speak up for me when I’m not around to do it.’ He read the message multiple times, his blurry vision making it hard for him to do so. But as soon as your words started sinking in his foggy brain, the room started spinning around him, as his head was trying to process what could have happened for you to send him a message like that.

What did he do? He couldn’t remember. He felt panic invading his veins, as he scrolled through every social he was following you on. You blocked him everywhere, so he couldn’t even try and get in touch with you. “Fuck!” he almost shouted in the empty hotel room, “Fuck fuck fuck!” The room started spinning faster and faster around him as he felt instantly sick. He made a run for the bathroom, hunching his body on the toilet as he felt incredibly queasy.

Once he was feeling slightly better, he decided to take a shower to wash away the sensation of disgust he had on his skin. He leaned his forehead against the cold tiled wall, as the water was running down his shoulders and back, and his head filled with memories of you and him; of you taking care of him when he was sick, when he had a terrible hangover just like this morning.

“You shouldn’t drink that much Mason…” you would always whisper to him in between other things, when he had too many drinks, your voice so sweet and low as you didn’t want his headache to get worse.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t drink that much you stupid prick…” he said to himself through gritted teeth, his hand slamming against the shower tiles as he was growing frustrated because he couldn’t remember a thing.

As he came out of the shower an idea popped in his mind. He rushed back to his room and grabbed his phone in his shaky hands, looking for Y/F/N’s phone number. She had to know. You two were best friends for God’s sake, she had to know what happened. And he wanted to know too, as he couldn’t stand not being able to recall what he did to you.

“Hello?” Mason heard Y/F/N’s voice answer his call.

“Y/F/N! I- It’s Mason here-“ he started before your friend cut him off.

“Hi Mason, everything alright?” he could sense a shift in her tone, she was being colder than she ever was with him.

“No! No I’m not alright, Y/N sent me a message a-and now I can’t get in touch with her! I need to talk to her! I don’t even- I don’t even know what happened!” his chest felt suddenly tight as he was rambling now.

“Hey hey, calm down. You don’t know what happened?” she sounded surprised for a second, “You didn’t see your friends’ stories on Instagram?”

“I was drunk out of my mind, I d-don’t! I only know I have to talk to her…please…” his voice cracked as he begged her, “I read her message and I’m panicking, I didn’t even know about those stories for fuck’s sake!”

“Okay you really should calm down now… give them a look, you might understand her point of view or, I don’t know, what she meant to say to you, after watching those videos…” she told him.

“I will but I need to talk to her, can you like go to her house or something… I need to hear her voice, I need to know we’re okay…” he murmured.

“We? Mason, are you still drunk?? There’s no “we” here. And even if I want you both to be okay, I’m not gonna do anything.” she started sounding impatient at hearing his absurd demands, “You broke her. And I won’t do a thing for you. I think it’s better if you talk to her when you’re back honestly…”

“I can’t! I’ll be back in a week! I can’t go on without hearing from her, you know that!” he whined. He was desperate to hear your voice now, he was desperate to know he didn’t fuck things up. The fear of addressing his feelings was quickly vanishing now.

“I can’t help you Mason. It’s your mistake not mine.” she said to him, “Let her be, leave her alone for a while… she’s not okay right now, I won’t lie to you, and she needs time to ease her pain… So please, don’t even try and call me again. Bye…” she told him before hanging up.

“Fuck!!!” he shouted this time, throwing his phone on the bed. He felt his eyes burning as his fingers were now pulling at his hair. His mind was clear now, and as he completely sobered up he knew he fucked up big time.

As his friends waited for him in the lobby, Mason unlocked his door and exited his room. He had his sunglasses on, as his head was feeling even worse now. He watched the stories your friend told him about, immediately getting what you were hinting at with your message. Now he was absolutely sure that there was no way you could forgive him after his behavior. The way he flirted with that girl was horrible, but the fact that he didn’t take your side when she started talking shit about you was even worse. He should have told her that you meant the world to him, that you weren’t just his fuck buddy, you were so much more than that. There’s no excuse for how he behaved. Being drunk wasn’t enough of an excuse for what he did, or better did not. Not even being insecure about his own feelings was, he should have defended you.

However, the worst thing for him was to believe that now you must be thinking that he shagged her. He could be wrong, in the end the two of you weren’t together, but he couldn’t stand the idea of you thinking so low of him, especially since he had a gut feeling that he didn’t really have sex with the girl he met last night. He didn’t know for sure, yet there was something in the back of his mind that was telling him to wait before making wrong assumptions.

“Hey bro where’s that girl from last night???” one of the guys asked him.

“Don’t know and don’t care.” he shrugged, as now images from last night were flashing before his eyes. He opened his eyes wide, as flashes of that same girl leaving his room while he still had his clothes on appeared before his brown orbs. He didn’t have sex with her, he didn’t! He felt incredibly relieved at that, but why? He never backed down from an easy lay, why was he acting like this now? He had a feeling he knew the cause.

“Wooow someone is moody today!” the same guy laughed, “At least tell us, was she good in bed? ‘Cause it doesn’t look like it!”

“Can we stop talking about that girl??” Mason moaned, “I wanna grab some breakfast, my head is killing me and you all are not helping.”

“Okay okay!” the boys raised their hands in the air as they made their way out of their hotel.

They had a great day sightseeing; they visited the most famous places in the city, the most beautiful ones too. Yet Mason’s head was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. As far as he was concerned, if he was alone he would take the first plane back to you. He had to make things right, even if that meant facing those feelings he was so insanely scared about.

And he went on thinking about you for the whole night too, while he sat in a club with his friends, the ones who convinced him to go out even if he wasn’t feeling like it. He made sure to always have a full glass in his hands, the need to ease his own pain was stronger than his will to party. He didn’t want to party. He wanted to wallow in his self pity. He wanted to feel bad about what he did. He knew now he didn’t deserve you, as he gulped down yet another drink. Then another. And another.

By the end of the night he was so drunk that he couldn’t even walk straight. And that’s pretty much what happened every other night that he was out with the others. He drank until his body couldn’t take no more. He felt sick every morning, he kept thinking about you every morning. And every night he dreamt about you, calling your name in his sleep. The alcohol was keeping his thoughts at bay, but it couldn’t save him from his dreams. It could save him from all the girls that were constantly throwing themselves at him, as he was so drunk that he didn’t have it in him to bring them in his room. But he knew why he couldn’t bring them in his room, why he couldn’t even sleep with that girl on the first night he was there. Even when he was drunk out of his mind, he knew that those girls weren’t you. Even when the alcohol was completely intoxicating him, and fogging his brain, he didn’t want anybody else but you.

You know when some say that ‘drunk words are sober thoughts’? Well Mason was pretty sure this was the biggest lie one could ever say. He thought so until not even drowning himself in alcohol could save him from thinking about you. And it was in that moment that he knew, he knew he had to make things right. He knew he needed you in his life. He knew he was in love with you.

Now he was boarding the plane to go back home. He had a new found hope warming his chest, as he wasn’t afraid of his love for you anymore. He only hoped you could forgive him, and it didn’t matter to him if he had to wait all the time in the world for that to happen. He loved you and wanted to be with you, he knew that, he was sure about that now. He didn’t know what was waiting for him on his return, though.

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Writing Toph Beifong, Advice from a Blind Writer

I’m Mimzy, an actual visually impaired writer and blogger who talks a lot about writing blind characters accurately and sensitively. A while back someone sent me an anon asking how to write Toph more accurately and sensitively.

Anonymous asked: Hi there! Your blog has been super-helpful already - I thought I knew a bit about writing with blind characters, but it turns out there was a lot to learn - but this is more specific. I'm writing a The Last Airbender fanfiction, and one of the characters is Toph. I think the fandom has done a fairly good job of respecting her blindness, but what are some things you'd like to see when people write her? I want to represent the character as best as possible; thanks in advance!

It’s taken a while for me to answer because I have a lot of thoughts about it as both a blind writer and someone who has read a lot of atla fanfiction. So here we go:

Before we get started, I want to mention some things:

One: I have an entire series for writing blind characters that continues to grow with time and the most up-to-date version can be found pinned as the top post on my blog. There will be a time-stamp for when the post was last edited and a long series of links to all relevant posts on the subject.

Here’s a quick link to that post, but again, all you have to do is click my blog url and you’ll find it immediately.

Two: I’ve noticed something amazing about the atla fandom and I would like to thank you for it. I’ve noticed a lot of bloggers have taken to writing image descriptions for both the fanart and memes you post in the fandom, whether it’s OP including the description or another blogger adding it themselves. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a fandom so consistently doing this and that’s incredible. Realizing how many different blogs were picking up this habit has warmed my heart.

I’d like to see writers use her other senses. There’s soooo so much more to her O&M (Orientation and Mobility) than earth sense.

Beyond sight and earth bending, there’s hearing, touch, smell, taste, sense of direction, hot vs cold, sense of pain, sense of where your body parts are in relation to the rest of you, sense of internal well-being, etc. Before Toph had mastery of her earth bending, she had to have mastery of those too.

Toph also must have very strong opinions about certain smells, sounds, tastes, and textures. Toph is opinionated about everything, and when so much of your understanding of the world depends on senses that most people are ignoring in favor of some other sense you don’t have, it gets frustrating. I’m sure that tree looks pretty but the smell is terrible. Who cares if this fabric looks pretty, it’s scratchy, do. not. like. at. all.

But also in positive ways too. Oh, that flower arrangement looks bland and monochromatic? Who cares, it smells sweet and honey-like. Weird dark cavern with high ceiling and no light? The harmonics are awesome.

Every character probably has a certain sight or image they’re particularly fond of: Katara watching snow fall, or Aang enjoying how small the world looks from up on Appa, or Zuko enjoying the sunrise every morning during meditation. In that line, Toph must have some things personal to her that she enjoys.

I imagine she likes the taste of foods familiar to her childhood, the smell of whatever flowers grew around her home, and the texture of certain kinds of dirt Example: loose dirt probably isn’t the best for seeing, but I think she would enjoy how it feels to run her fingers through it or maybe enjoy the way it softens her perception of the world the same way sighted people like to see colorful, bright lights reflecting off puddles in the middle of rain.

If you struggle with this, that’s okay. I recommend taking some time to think about it for yourself, to find what tastes and smells and textures and sounds you enjoy the most, what makes you feel safe and at home, what brings you comfort, and relate that back to Toph.

In a Modern AU, I want to see Toph have a cane. Even in a Modern AU with bending included in the world building, I think Toph would benefit from having a cane.

The cane has a lot more function than bumping into things. A big part is that it signals to others that you are very obviously blind. Which is a big deal because sighted people are really, really bad at spotting the blind person.

(psst, please stop saying ‘the blank look in her eyes’ because I swear to god it’s been killing me inside for years.)

Also, even in an AU with bending, I think Toph would like the advantage of tapping her cane to create a stronger, more distinct vibration than a small shifting of her weight on her feet. It would have more control.

You could give Toph a guide animal, buuuuuuut, um, Toph is not a guide dog person. Like, there are some people who definitely prefer a guide dog, and some people who definitely prefer a cane, and some who definitely prefer no mobility device at all. Toph does not have the vibes of someone who wants to be both responsible and reliant on an animal when she’s so insistent that she can take care of herself on her own. Toph likes animals, but not that much.

Although, yeah, only 10% of the blind community use mobility devices, so cane and guide dog users are the minority of the blind community, but I stand by the vibe that Toph would love the independence of a cane. Also, it’s almost never ever done. Modern AUs never seem to touch much on Toph’s O&M skills with canes or guide dogs.

I wrote a whole post on everything you need to know about canes, what orientation and mobility is, how you learn O&M, what kind of canes exist, how to use them, how to describe the sensory input a cane gives you, and everything I know about guide dogs from past research.

Honestly, you could give Toph (or any blind character) a cane in any AU, because I fully stand by the theory that canes are a piece of technology that has been invented, lost, and reinvented again and again.

I wrote “I found a piece of lost blindness history” a few months ago after a visit to see my grandparents. My grandmother told me how her blind aunt found a way to write letters by hand to send to my grandmother when she was a child. I speculated on how the long cane has probably been invented and then lost and then reinvented over and over again in history, as well as giving a little history on the growing popularity of guide dogs in the 20th century following World War 1.

About the “blank look in her eyes,” I have a theory to the exact cause and nature of Toph’s blindness.

I know it’s common to think that the milky green color of her eyes is why she’s blind, though I’m not sure how many realize that milky green color is caused by severe cataracts. At least, cataracts is what I assume to be the reason for the color of her eyes. However, people with cataracts still have some remaining sense of light and shadow perception.

Only 9% of the blind community is completely blind, seeing absolutely nothing. The rest have some remaining vision, even if that’s only light and shadow perception or the perception of vague movement.

The percentage of people born completely blind is even smaller.

Toph says that she’s never been able to see, which would lead me to guess that the initial cause of her blindness was a defect with the visual processing part of her brain. I also theorize that the cataracts developed slowly over her very formative years and that she likely wasn’t born with them. For that reason, I think it would have taken a few weeks or months for her parents to realize there was something wrong with her eyes.

Here is a post about the developmental years of blind children and how their life would differ from both sighted children and from someone who went blind as an adult.

What is it like to see nothing?

It’s a concept that sighted people struggle with and I completely understand. I myself didn’t understand the concept of “nothing” until someone explained it as this:

“Imagine trying to see out the back of your head.”

Which, genuinely, imagine that. Try that. Because here’s what I found. There’s no part of my body that can help perceive that. I don’t have eyes there, nor do I have a part of my brain that can process that. Because of this, there is no sense of light or dark, no shape or shadow or movement or depth that I can perceive. There is nothing.

And honestly, it gives me a headache trying to think too much about it.

Toph doesn’t see black, doesn’t have a mental image of it. When people talk about light and dark, Toph has nothing to base the concept on. The closest relation she has to that is silence versus sound, or her earth sense when she’s in the air on Appa versus when she’s on solid ground. But it’s not the same.

I would like to examine the way the show tried to describe Toph’s earth sense, that black void with ripples of white stretching from her feet and outwards. Television is a visual medium so of course their explanation of Toph’s earth sense would be visual, but that’s not what it’s actually like in her head. More accurately, it’s like touching the back of your head to something and feeling what’s solid behind it and what has more give. A wall versus a pillow for example. Slamming your hand on a flimsy table and feeling it rattle under your palm. And for someone so adept at using that sense, she feels not just the table surface under her palm, but the individual rattles down the four legs, how uneven those rattles are because the legs are carved decoratively instead of solid planks, and how the foot of each leg bumps against the ground, and how the floor vibrates in response to the impact, which she feels in both her feet and hand.

About Toph’s Relationship with Her Parents

It’s not something I see touched on much. There’s been a lot of focus on Zuko and Azula’s relationship with their parents and the abuse, as well as exploration of Sokka and Katara’s trauma with losing their mother, and Sokka looking up to his warrior father while Katara struggles with her abandonment issues.

Please don’t take this as a critique, because there are a few valid reasons for this and I would like to give you some insight on how to explore Toph’s relationship with her parents.

For starters, the show had a lot more reason to focus on Zuko and Azula’s parents, with Fire Lord Ozai being the primary villain and Zuko’s greatest abuser, and Azula’s dependent worship of her father in response to Ursa’s neglect and favoritism of Zuko, which was likely Ursa’s response to Ozai’s favoritism of Azula. Their parents are huge driving motivators for why Zuko and Azula make the decisions and mistakes they do, why they are at one point in the show the villains themselves. (And why I think Azula should get a redemption arc and some healing.)

Katara’s trauma of losing her mother and blaming herself is a huge factor in both her response to the war, her relationship with her bending, and her motherly nature with her friends. The show has to explore that. Just as it has to explore Sokka’s problems with toxic masculinity in response to being the man of his village, and his desire to be a great warrior and leader like the father he idolizes.

The show needs to explore that to make the plot move forward, and it benefits from these being two sibling sets with different responses to their upbringing and different sibling dynamics, setting them up as foils for each other.

The show also wouldn’t benefit by giving Lao and Poppy Beifong more screen time. Their established character were two nobles who kept as far out of the war as possible and prospered monetarily for it. Poppy was polite and demure and Lao liked to lead the conversation. Unless the gAang decided to return to Toph’s home, those characters had no reason to pop up anywhere in the show. And if they did, they would be a hinder to Toph and her part in the plot as both Aang’s earth bending teacher and as the greatest earth bender in the world, tossing Fire Nation soldiers eight ways to Sunday.

So truly, I understand that there’s not a whole lot of canon material (comparatively) to go off of when developing this, but I will offer some insight on what is there in canon.

Toph’s relationship with her parents is explored in that it maps out why Toph doesn’t want to be mothered by Katara, why she wants to prove how independent she is, but there’s very little on screen interaction between Toph and her parents.

Toph deeply loves her parents. I think that plays into why she doesn’t want Katara mothering her, because she has a wonderful mother at home who she loves and wants to better understand her, but she had no friends growing up and no older sister, which are the roles she needs and wants Katara to fill. If Toph wanted a mother figure, she would have latched onto Katara. Look at how Zuko never sought out another mother figure but did find a father figure in Iroh as he began to heal from his childhood trauma and separate his self image from his father’s acceptance.

Toph is in a complicated situation, she loves her parents but the way they’re raising her is hurting her in the long run. But Toph can see that their actions are because of their immense love for her. She can see how they would do anything for her. While she never had any examples of how other noble children were treated by their parents, who might have been distant or disinterested or always away for their social and work lives, she was remarkably loved by her parents. Her father put careful thought into her tutors and checked in on her progress. Her mother feared for Toph’s emotional state when she was kidnapped (even if she was incorrect about how Toph would respond), showing genuine empathy for her daughter.

I think their over protective nature became the love language Toph best understood them by, and part of her reasoning for not revealing how capable she was, was because she wanted to keep experiencing that love and care for as long as she could. But it’s not a love language she would put up with from anyone else.

I would like to point out Toph’s genuine excitement to see her mom again in the season finale of Book Two, how badly Toph wants her mom to understand and accept her for who she is.

My thoughts on what Toph can’t do: read, swim, see in the sand, fight things mid-air.

For how incredibly powerful the show makes Toph with her earth bending and the O&M she taught herself through it, they do touch on some of her weaknesses when they come up and find a useful way to showcase them.

The Serpent’s Pass was an excellent example of Toph’s vulnerability in water. From her fear of not being able to see on Katara’s ice bridge to not being able to swim and needing Suki to save her, Toph’s weaknesses putting her in danger added to the excitement and “sitting on the edge of your seat” feeling while watching the episode without turning her into someone who was helpless. She was just in a position where her normal defenses were useless.

Just like the earth benders in the metal prison in the ocean, or Katara having little water in the middle of a desert where her friends needed that water to survive more than she needed it to fight, making her vulnerable later in the show when the insect-wasp things attacked. Just like fire benders being weaker at night, or powerless during a solar eclipse, or a sighted person being lost in the dark. Those were just situations in which the tools you were accustomed to relying on could no longer help you or were taken away.

The show was clever in that it didn’t make her inability to read a direct threat to her safety, but rather as a clever plot device for her to be alone when the sand banders attacked and have to choose between fighting them to save Appa, or holding back an entire fricking building by the tiniest spire on its very top from falling into a void leading to the spirit world. It also showed her weakness to not being able to see or fight as well in sand. Which the show later made an effort to show how she’d improved on that problem in Book Three when she was surrounded by nothing but sand at Ember Island.

Like improving her ability to see in the sand, I would like to see a character teach Toph to swim, or at least float, so that she never feels helpless again. If she took the initiative to improve her sand bending so much, I’m sure she would have learn to swim eventually.

And on the note of reading, I’ve seen some speculation on how Toph could learn to read, whether it’s through using ink that has some percentage of earth mixed in, or developing the sensitivity to feel out the different weight, consistency, and texture of ink on paper.

I would like to bring your attention to Louis Braille, the blind Frenchman who invented Braille while studying at the Institut National des Jeunes Aveugles, the world’s very first school for the blind in Paris France (established 1785). Previously Louis was learning to read through a method in which each letter was pressed into the paper to leave an imprint that someone could feel out with just their fingers.

Louis Braille concluded that raised lettering was impractical because-

1. It is difficult to read, the letters had to be printed in huge font to be fully felt out and printed on thick paper.

2. Thick paper means higher quality, more expensive. Larger font means more paper is needed for a single text.

3. This made it inaccessible due to expense and the sheer volume of a text.

4. If today’s Braille books are hard to access and giant compared to traditional books, I can’t imagine how inaccessible those raised letter books really were.

The subject of Braille, the start and controversial near downfall to Institut National des Jeunes Aveugles were discussed in a post about writing a blind character during the Victorian Era.

I’ve heard others complain in the past about fantasy universes in which a sighted person invents a solution to allow the blind to read, when the most effective and longest lived method was invented by a blindman over two hundred years ago and is the standard taught in schools today.

And while I couldn’t easily explain it or how it works because I can neither read Braille nor speak Chinese, I can tell you that Chinese Braille exists and works only slightly differently from the Braille western languages use. So, again, modern AUs especially would benefit from enabling Toph to read Braille and use a computer and phone with screen reader.

But just as easily you could choose not to have her learn to read but rather have sighted people read things aloud to her. Whether it’s in a professional setting as an adult having an assistant who reads and writes for her, or as a cute, fluffy little moment between Toph and another character. Both are just as genuine to the blindness experience.

Blind Jokes

If you ever get around to reading my post about blind jokes, I’d like you to remember that it’s primarily written for people writing original characters and that Toph canonically makes blind jokes, so to take away from that would not be true to her character.

Does Toph’s Earth Sense Negate her Blindness?

It’s a question I’ve seen raised before and discussed by both abled, disabled, and blind people. There are multiple perspectives on it, but my own take on it is that Toph’s earth bending does not negate her blindness, but rather functions very much like the process of learning to use a cane.

She had a tool, a teacher, and she learned to use that tool. Instead of a cane, it was seismic perception and her teacher were blind badger-moles. She spent years learning to earth bend as they do and then continued to take it to new heights as she explored fighting with it on her terms against sighted fighters.

Come to think about it, I would love to see Toph teach another visually impaired or blind earth bender who to see and bend as she does.

Is Toph Good Blindness Representation?

This question was posed to me in the comments of my master post, and my answer was something like this: “Toph is good representation, but she can't be the only type of representation we get. She's the best we had 15 years ago, but there are a million ways to nuance the blindness experiences. Toph's experience being born blind, having very over protective parents, being a small girl in a patriarical and wealth influenced society, having no friends growing up. Those are all great aspects of blindness to show, but there is so much more to explore. As for her blindness and whether or not that's negated, that's also nuanced. She has limits, she's not all-powerful, but she is the best earth bender hands down. More or less, I love Toph, she's a great character, give me like a million more blind characters who are completely different from her.”

I want to see accurate and well-written blind characters become much more common in modern media, and that’s why I started this blog. So if you decide you want to write your own blind character from scratch, feel free to come back and look at some of my other stuff.

End Notes:

I want to thank the anon who sent the original question because it never occurred to me how much the atla fandom would benefit from a post like this.

You should follow my blog. Along with advice about writing blind characters, I write general writing advice and answer questions about writing, college, plot development, character analysis, and living with blindness. I curate writing advice from fellow writeblrs, write my own image descriptions for writing memes, post about mental health and working/living with ADHD, disabilities outside of blindness, and LGBTQA+ topics.

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Sake and Snow (pt. 1) || Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader || NSFW

(series prequel to Sleepy Sex)

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4

You've been dating Katsuki Bakugou for a few weeks. You've known each other since high school, but you were too shy to ever flirt with him. It's just as well, you'd figured, since he probably would've just yelled at you and rejected you in the worst possible way. After graduating, you went to work at an agency several hundreds of miles away while he stayed in the same town. Work kept you incredibly busy and your family lived in a different city, so you never made it back to visit.

A couple of years later, however, your career path brought you back to the city you'd graduated in, and a couple of months later you ran into Katsuki and my my, how he had grown. You got back in touch with your mutual friends from high school and within a few months, you and Katsuki started dating. A few weeks into it he invited you to his place for dinner one evening, to which you happily obliged.

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When Katsuki's doorbell rang at 7:25, his heart jumped into his throat. Pull yourself together, Bakugou. Don’t let her get to you, he thought.

He opened the door to see you smiling up at him and all his self-pep talk was forgotten. Why did you get to him so much? You looked incredible and he couldn’t remember the last time anyone else was this happy to see him. “It’s freezing out there, come inside”, he ordered.

The aroma coming from his kitchen hit your nose like a wall and caused your mouth to start watering almost as much as the sight of the chef himself. He wore a well-fitting black dress shirt with the first couple of buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, showcasing his muscular forearms. Over that, he wore a black apron tied in the back and you noticed how slim his waist is in comparison to the rest of his torso. I bet I could wash my clothes on his abs, you thought before willing the visual distraction out of your mind.

You walked inside, already familiar with the clean lines and minimalist décor of his apartment’s open floor plan, surprisingly tidy for a bachelor’s place. “Damn, it feels really good in here. So warm!”, you said, rubbing your cold hands together.

Bakugou helped you out of your coat and nearly choked on his own spit when he saw what was beneath. The little black dress that you wore hugged your perfect hips and ended in a pencil line about halfway down your thighs. With your back facing him he licked his lips hungrily and thought, I can’t take this shit anymore. Her ass is mine tonight. When you bent over to take off your shoes he couldn’t help but imagine pushing the hem of your dress up around your waist before burying his cock deep inside that tight-

“Wow, Katsuki!” You didn’t notice him startle. “It smells so good in here! What are you making?”, you asked, following him into the kitchen.

He flipped the contents of the skillet, causing any moisture to hiss against the hot oil. “Stir-fried vegetables with garlic fried rice, konbu dashi-based miso soup, and tempura – shrimp and veggies, and a chilled bottle of Junmai Daiginjo to drink. Or...whatever”, he grumbled.

He almost jumped when you put a delicate hand on his back, such was the heightened state of his nerves. “This all looks so amazing, Katsuki”.

The male looked over his shoulder at you and that beautiful smile on your face. That smile slayed him. He turned and ran his thumb across your cheek as he lowered his mouth to yours. You closed your eyes as his lips brushed yours before placing a soft, chaste kiss on your lips.

“Not as amazing as you do”, he whispered before dipping his gaze down to take in the sight of you from head to toe before turning his attention back to his cooking. You felt like your knees would buckle, but you nonchalantly steadied yourself by leaning against the countertop. How in the world was this the same guy who yelled most of the time and threatened to kick people’s asses a few years ago? You chuckled slightly at the contrast of his current demeanor.

“What?”, he asked while looking at you from the side.

“I don’t know, you’re just…you’re so different than the guy I remember from high school”.

“You want me to start yelling at you, would that make you feel more comfortable?”

Propping your cheek on your palm you looked into his vermillion eyes and replied thoughtfully, “No, this is perfect”.

“Tch-” He smirked at you and turned back to his task hoping it would prevent you from seeing the blush that spread across his cheeks.

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“Oh my fucking god, Katsuki, your tempura is delicious! (Type) is my favorite and you freaking nailed it! So light and crispy!”, you praised before moaning and taking another bite.

If that makes you moan, just wait until I get you in my bed. His dick twitched in his pants, threatening to get hard if he kept thinking like that.

After you finished eating, Bakugou offered you a cup of hot matcha.

“Yes, that would be great. I love matcha”.

“You’ve been saying that about a lot of things tonight. Is there anything you don’t love?”

“Hmm…headaches, too much work, not enough down time, toxic bullshit…there are plenty of things I don’t love. I guess I just prefer to focus on the things I do love”. After a beat, you asked him, “What about you? I hear a lot about what you hate. Is there anything you don’t hate?”

“Yeah, but if I tell you I’d have to kill you”.

“With kindness, right?”, you said playfully.

He rolled his eyes, trying and failing to stifle a smile. “You”.

“Me what?”

“I don’t hate you, genius. And if you tell anyone, I’ll have to kill them too”.

The two of you talked for a while longer before you saw the time on your phone when it lit up with a text notification from Momo. You knew your best friend better than to open it and read it knowing Katsuki was watching you. She’d probably sent a gif of someone doing the tongue-between-the-fingers thing with a How’s it going 😉? text. You clicked your cheek against your teeth, “Looks like I need to get going, it’s getting pretty late”.

Katsuki felt a twinge of disappointment as he got up from the table with you. He helped you into your coat and opened the door while you dug in your purse for your keys. “Umm, (y/n)? Have you looked outside?”, silently thanking whatever gods were smiling down and bestowing upon him this sacred gift.

“Hm? No, why?”

“’Cause there’s at least a couple of inches of snow on the ground”.

"The forecast only called for a light dusting", you said peeking around him. “Oh no".

“You feel safe driving in that?”, Katsuki asked, a hint of preemptive disapproval in his tone.

“No way”. You looked up at that handsome face, cursing whatever gods were testing your resolve to keep your hands to yourself tonight, and said, “What about you? Can you drive me home?”

“I mean, I could, but I’ve got an even better solution”. You raised an eyebrow at him. “You stay here tonight and neither one of us has to get out in that shit”.

#katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x y/n #katsuki x f!reader #katsuki x you #katsuki imagine

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dollslayer · 3 years

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Fight or Flight

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve comes clean, in the aftermath and shock you turn to the one person who you know you can trust.

W/C: 2,369

Warnings: Implied cheating, angst, swearing

A/N: Hello! I wrote this for @sweetlyscared 's 1k celebration (congrats, it's well deserved!), prompt is in bold. I'm still pretty new to writing and this is my first true Angst fic so any and all reblogs/comments are super appreciated! Please check out my other stuff if you liked this fic!! Cheers!

PART TWO I Masterlist

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The feeling of everything crashing around you was slow. Like your world was moving in slow motion as you processed the words. Everything else he was saying became distorted, going to waste as he tried desperately to explain himself to you. All you could hear clearly was your own breathing while you tried to will yourself to do something, anything.

Fight or flight is a funny thing, you were always so feisty and eager to fight back, A Bulldog, Steve had affectionately called you. But when he told you he was in love with someone else, that he has been in love with someone else for months, your body couldn’t find anything in it but to walk away.

Your breathing picked up and your eyes searched the ground, refusing to meet his. You felt your legs raise you up to stand and start walking away, unsure of your destination. When you pivoted to leave the room your eyes met his briefly, staring emotionlessly as his desperately searched for anything at all in yours.

“Where are you going? Doll, please, can we talk about this? I’m, I’m so sorry I-”

Whatever else he was saying wasn’t heard over the noise of opening the door and shutting it behind you. You didn’t know where you were going or what you were feeling other than the obvious. You were in a state of shock, it’s one thing to hear awful news and another to understand that it’s true but you were fastly approaching that truth head-on.

You paused for a moment in the hall and heard no movement come after you. You almost let yourself be surprised but he’d admitted he gave up on you a long time ago, so it only makes sense he wouldn’t fight your exit. You kept walking and tried to hold the floodgates of your heart closed for a bit longer.

Flashes of what was said come back to you slowly as reality sets in. “I can’t put this off any longer. I want you to know that I will always love you, but there’s someone else.”

Your head hurt like it would as if you were already crying, the blood pumping in your ears and pressure building in your temples that would no doubt evoke a long-standing headache. Your face felt hot as you stepped into the elevator, maybe you’d go for a walk in an attempt to fend off your tears. Or maybe you’d walk to a safer place to have an emotional breakdown. Whichever is easier.

Brisk gusts of air greet you as you exit the building, making you realize you left your jacket on the arm of the couch. You took a second to evaluate yourself and noticed you’d also walked out in your house slippers and a thin pair of leggings. Trying to evade the cold you tucked yourself in the doorway of a bodega down the street and dialed Bucky.

Two rings and he picked up.

“Hello?”

“Did you know?”

The silence on the line only reminds you of the blood pumping in your ears. The silence tells you everything you needed to know.

“Liste-”

You hang up.

You’re breathing even harder now. Who else knew? For how long? How long was I the joke? You need to find somewhere else to be soon or all these strangers are going to get an eyeful of a grown woman sobbing. You dial the last number you’d expect to at a time like this.

“What’s happening, shortstack?”

You can hear Tony’s grin through the phone and his easy greeting gives you momentary comfort.

“Can I come over? Something happened.”

“I’ll let Jarvis know to let you in” Tony’s tone is understanding, not needing you to explain further, just letting you know you can come to him.

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Tony’s only seven blocks from yours and Steve’s shared apartment, a fact you’re grateful for when you feel your feet aching every time they hit the pavement. The conversation replays in your head, you try to word what happened in your head and your anger starts overtaking the heartbreak. It’s almost a welcome reprieve from the settling heartbreak but you’re not sure if you’d rather be numb to it completely.

When the elevator doors open Tony’s waiting for you with two tumblers of scotch in hand. You shake your head and move past him to the couch. He joins you on the opposite armchair and sets both his elbows down on his spread knees, resting his face in his hands.

“Would you like to talk about it or not talk about it?” He asks with a sigh.

You don’t make eye contact with him so you don’t cry, choosing to focus on the Iron Man coffee table book you’d gotten as a gag gift for Tony all those Christmases ago. It almost distracts you enough to laugh, the fact that he just has it out. But you need to tell someone what happened and get it all out before you can let yourself feel it all.

“Steveisinlovewithsomeoneelse,” You rushed it all out in one breath afraid if you didn’t get it out fast enough that you’d break. “He has been for months. He said he doesn’t know when it all changed but when he was with her things just clicked,” you paused to collect yourself, “But don’t worry, I’ll always hold a special place in his heart and he hopes this won’t affect the future of the team or our friendship.”

“Oh, and he’s really sorry.” you added.

You laughed bitterly and shook your head in disbelief. His delivery had been so cold but so sincere, very to the point but pained in its delivery. “I just, whatever we had, it’s just gone. Things are just different now, with her, this kills me though, please believe me. You’re still really special to me.” Bullshit. Special enough to act as a placeholder until someone better comes, special enough to cast aside.

You’re broken momentarily from your spiral into anger by the sound of a glass hitting a coaster a little too hard. Looking up, you find Tony quietly seething. He and Steve aren’t close by any means so you figured that he wouldn’t have known, it’s why you called him over anyone else.

He moves slowly to your side on the couch and pulls you into his side. You can smell his aftershave and what you think might be burned grease from one of the many things he’s been tinkering with in the lab, it smells like him, like comfort.

“That fucking asshole. Unbelievable, I don’t even…” He leaves the thought unfinished.

His hands move up and down your arms in a soothing motion and you finally let yourself have it. You don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel the tears wet his shirt when you bury your face in. You sniffle up tears and snot when your face heats up.

There’s no way to know how long Tony lets you sob into him, no doubt ruining his vintage Depeche Mode shirt. Somewhere in the back of your mind you make a mental note to buy him a new one later. But for now you’ll just allow yourself to cry and you can deal with the world in the morning.

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Tony lets you fall asleep on his chest, feeling somewhere between furious and heartbroken by proxy. He thinks about letting you sleep and giving Steve a piece of his mind but figures that’s not what you need right now. Your phone sits on the table and he touches the screen to check the time. No notifications on your homescreen except for a missed call from Bucky and an old photo of Steve making a funny face as your background.

Had Steve not even tried to call you? Had he not even tried to go after you? Why was Bucky of all people the only one to be trying to get a hold of you? Prick.

Selfishly Tony is glad that he has a good reason to be rude to Steve now, he has to admit. You two had always been close but when you and Steve started dating he saw less and less of you. He couldn’t fault you for it though, you were so in love with Steve and you knew that the relationship between the two of them was strained so you kept your distance a bit.

He thought of all the sacrifices you’d made for Steve. You gave up your childhood home in the Bronx that your parents had willed to you to move in with him because he wanted you to be closer to the tower. You gave up a promotion and transfer to DC when you were still just an agent, granted you were an avenger now but it doesn’t matter, he’d made a very big deal out of you turning it down. You gave up the friendship the two of you had.

It was incredible, really. How much you had done for him only for him to turn around and love someone else behind your back. Brave enough to fight aliens and terrorists but too cowardly to break up with you and leave you with some dignity. Did anyone else know about this?

Tony had to stop himself from getting too angry, afraid he’d wake you up. So instead he went back to plotting up schematics for the half-finished suit mod he’d been in the middle of when you called.

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It’s been a week and you still haven’t properly talked to Steve. After two days on Tony’s couch you need to look at things from a logical stance. Where am I going to stay? It’s not like you had your parent’s place anymore and you didn’t want to sign a new lease on an apartment. You could always move into the tower but that meant a higher chance of running into Steve.

You were thinking about all of this out loud to Tony when he offered you the guest bedroom in his penthouse. You were shocked, he’s always been a generous man but after you drifted apart from him you were surprised he even let you stay these past few days. Maybe now was a good time to rebuild your friendship with him and have some space from work.

What’s work going to be like? You agree and go on a temporary leave from the team, just a month to collect yourself. If you really wanted to you could go back but the thought of seeing everyone that knew about Steve’s affair was humiliating and enraging in one go.

It turns out Sam had been playing therapist to Steve in all of this, Nat figured it out through some sleuthing, and Wanda had inadvertently heard his thoughts about her. And none of them thought to tell you? To save you from the anguish but to let it fester? Steve wasn’t the only one that betrayed you. They all had.

What will I say to him? Should I say anything to him? Turns out the answer was ‘nothing’. You texted him to let him know you were moving out and you’d be by to get your things as a courtesy. You walked into an empty apartment and you were almost relieved.

He’d chosen to not be here but he’d left you a letter on the kitchen counter next to a framed photo of the two of you on vacation last year. You scoff but don’t touch the letter. Every ounce of restraint you have is being used as you leave it untouched. But you don’t need to know what excuses or apologies he has on deck, nothing he could say would exonerate him of his wrong-doings. You had no intentions of speaking to him but secretly you hoped he suffered as he stewed in his guilt and inner-turmoil. He deserves to.

When you pack you leave every gift he ever gave you, taking only what you’d brought with you in the first place. You take one look at the unmade bed and almost go to make it out of habit but then you think of the two of them there together. All the long missions you went on without him, all the times you stayed late at work or went out with your friends. How many times had he been here with her while you were there?

You end up only leaving with two suitcases and a backpack full of things. Tony waits for you in the lobby, understanding you wanted your space when you went to get your things in case Steve was there.

The elevator doors open to him taking a selfie with a couple of fans and shaking hands. He’s all too happy to be recognized but when he sees you his eyes soften. Not out of pity, but fondness, like he’s proud of you for getting out.

He sends you a questioning look with a silent question. Are you okay?

You smile at him and for the first time in days it’s a genuine, non-placating, happy-to-see-you smile. It’s okay, I’ll be okay.

He takes one of your suitcases from you and helps you load them into the back of the car before opening the door for you. The drive back to Tony’s is silent but comfortable. The trust you have in each other is strong and unspoken. Something you’ve always been grateful for between the two of you.

He doesn’t ask you about Steve or what happened, always letting you come to him first, which you appreciate. And when you talk he just listens. No bullshit unsolicited advice about moving on or how everything happens for a reason or getting back out there, just listens.

You know the road ahead is long and it will be difficult, but you have someone in your corner and the knowledge that what happened isn’t your fault and that you’re a badass and fuck Steve Rogers and fuck anyone else that did you wrong in all of this. Maybe you’ll forgive them someday but for now you’re gonna focus on you and work on building yourself back up. You’re ready for the ups and downs, you’re ready to fight.

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