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#well either that or he's a literal kid and shorter than everyone
cavillscurls · 9 months
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Soft & Sweet | Joel Miller x Reader
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Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: You share your first kiss with the last man you ever expected: your older, grouchy, overly protective patrol partner, Joel Miller.
Warnings/tags: Jackson era. So much tension. Fluff. Some angst. Foul language. Suggestive material. Grumpy Joel. Anxious reader. Soft Joel. Insecure Joel. Somewhat innocent reader; not clueless, just inexperienced. Implied age gap, but numbers are not specified. No mentions of body type or race.
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SEQUEL. | soft!joel collection masterlist.
a/n: honest to god this started as one thing, and turned into something completely different but i’m not…upset about it? also, thank you to @cupofjoel who literally listened to me talk about this so much for some reason ?? & for reading bits and giving me feed back ?? such a wonderful human
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Joel Miller was easily your least preferred choice of a patrol partner.
There was no doubting the feeling was mutual, either, but the fact of the matter was that you two were a perfect match. You were shorter, faster, and easier to hide; he was stronger, wiser, and knew the patterns of raiders and infected alike. A constant push and pull that gave the quaint city of Jackson a semblance of peace.
In the beginning of your time together, that was what you had to remind yourself. That your time beyond the gates was a representation of how deeply you felt for the people of Jackson, and how important it was for you to keep them and yourself safe.
Regardless of how annoyingly grumpy and disengaging your partner was.
At first, it offended you. How could a man cut from the same cloth as the warm hearted Tommy Miller be such an ass? You had been promised he was like that with everyone, and that you were no special target of his distaste. Over the first few weeks he had occupied Jackson, you observed this, and were pleased to find out he was, in fact, like that with everyone. Well, everyone except the foul mouthed girl he arrived with who you took a liking to.
Ellie was fun. Ellie knew how to relax. You often thought what a good team you two would make if she wasn't a kid, strictly forbade from participating in patrol.
So, you got stuck with Joel.
What once felt offensive turned into pure annoyance at his unwillingness to entertain you. The first few times you two rode together passed the walls of Jackson, you thought he may actually strangle you for your nonstop questions and chatter.
"You really do have a stick up your ass, old man." You had told him when he ignored every attempt you made at getting to know him.
Eventually, your annoyance turned into understanding. He had no obligation to you, other than watching your back and keeping you both safe, both of which were promises - despite his sour attitude - you never doubted he would maintain. And with that understanding, you found opportunity.
Just because Joel didn't want to talk didn't mean you couldn't. And whether he liked it or not, he had no choice but to listen.
That was how it started. Utilizing the stoic man as your very own personal diary. Your rides were underwhelming for the most part, and the tellings of your personal life and worries seemed far more entertaining than feeding into his brooding silence.
You told him about anything and everything. Your distaste for the messy habits of your housemate, who despite being a few years older than you, did not keep the space as neat as you would have liked. Your discontent for the choice of dinner options. How excited you were for the new movie screenings, as some of the other patrolmen had found new tapes during their scavenging.
How much you missed your parents.
How hard of a time you were having making real friends.
Some days, you had even forgotten he was there. Always trotting a few paces behind you, silent, observing. Eventually, you got the impression he wasn't retaining anything you even said, but you didn't stop. The routine was too engrained in you. You met at the stables, he asked the same three questions - Did'ya pick up your gun? Did'ya double check the post assignment? Do you have your flashlight? (you forgot it once, and he wouldn't let you live it down) - then you mounted your horses, said goodbye to the men at the gate, and once you were a good mile away from Jackson, you released the flood gates.
What you didn't know, however, was that you couldn't have been more wrong. Joel was listening. Retaining every word, in fact. Calculating everything to memory, even deducing his own conclusions and opinions about the matters you held near and dear to your heart. He had gotten use to the one sided therapy sessions you had every week, and perhaps a small part of him, as subconscious as it may have been, even enjoyed it.
So when you showed up to this mornings patrol quieter than the dead, Joel knew something was off.
He was watching you. You rode ahead of him, as you always did, shoulders slightly slumped and eyes forward, a large contrast from the way they usually flitted about to take in the sights around you. Your animated nature reduced to tame compliance to the silence he had once begged for between the two of you.
Now, he couldn't help the gnawing sensation of missing the sound of your voice, a pain in his gut telling him this wasn't just any old fluke.
About forty-five minutes into your ride towards he nearest rest stop, you heard him expel a great sigh before the sound of his stallions hooves picked up, and suddenly, he was riding beside you. When you didn't acknowledge him, Joel rolled his eyes.
"Alright, what's wrong?" he grumbled. That earned him a side eye, noting the unusual droop to your normally bright features.
You furrowed your brows. "What do you mean what's wrong?
"Somethin's wrong," he pressed.
"Why do you say that?" you challenged, a lilt of annoyance in your voice as you shot him a scowl.
He tried to bite back the edge in his voice, but it came unprompted. "Because you ain't said a damn word in almost an hour, and I'm pretty sure that's an all time record."
You huffed out an incredulous laugh, your breath painting soft patterns of smoke in the cold air, shaking your head rapidly. "You know," you started, returning your bleak gaze to the path ahead of you. "For someone who bitched about how much I talk, you gotta weird way of appreciating me shutting up for once."
He was quiet, then, and you were instantly filled with a wave of regret at how quickly your sharp tongue attacked him.
Joel wasn't too offended. He had been ripped on a lot worse by people who were substantially nastier than you. He was, however, concerned. He knew what it was liked to feel cornered in a moment of uncertainty, so instead of pressing you further in the moment, he took a calculated breath, tearing his eyes off of of you and nodding his head towards the structure approaching in the distance.
"Let's rest for a bit, yeah? Winds pickin' up more than I'd like to be dealin' with."
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The safe house was cozy, quaint. Quiet. A one story studio format, likely an old vacation home. They had gotten the fire place cleared a few months prior, making it the perfect place to dwell during long patrols. Joel crouched in front of it now, lighting the wood while you went through the procedure of barricading the door. You had yet to have any issues this far out from the perimeter, but you didn’t like taking any chances. That was something you and Joel agreed on.
Better safe than sorry.
As soon as the flames were lit, warmth instantly overcame the small room, and you felt a weight lifted off you in more ways than one when you shimmied out of your bulky winter coat and boots. Your toes cracked against the hardwood floors as you padded over to the fireplace, settling down criss cross beside Joel as he prodded at the wood.
You could feel him eyeing you, and it took every bit of willpower you had to keep your gaze focused on the flames, hands outstretched slightly to soothe your chilled fingertips.
He cleared his throat, setting the prong back into its holder. “I never said I wanted’ya to shut up,” he grumbled, and your stomach instantly fell at the sadness laced in his tone.
You sighed, finally allowing yourself to look over at him. His features remained hard as they always were, but his eyes spoke a different story. Soft. Apologetic. He may have driven you absolutely crazy, but you knew Joel Miller was a decent man. Decent enough for you to confide in, and certainly decent enough to at least give some sort of shit about you.
“I know,” you said quietly, swallowing the unexpected lump in your throat. You were clearly feeling sensitive today. “I’m sorry I snapped at you.”
Joel shook his head, settling down to sit beside you. You both looked into the flames, seemingly lost in their allure. This was usually how stopping at the safe house went; dawdling around the fireplace, taking turns napping, the occasional reluctance on Joel’s end when you begged and thoroughly convinced him to join you in one of the few board games or puzzles scattered about.
But the energy was different today. You both knew that.
“I got asked on a date,” you blurted out, immediately regretting the words as soon as they passed your lips.
Joel’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead. That certainly was not what he had expected you to say. In all your time as partners, relationships had never come up as a topic of conversation. Friendships, sure. But Joel was more than confident that there was an unspoken rule about anything beyond that: you didn’t pry into his love life - as so many others in his small circle thought they had the right to do - therefore, he had no right asking about yours.
He waited a moment, carefully collecting his thoughts. “That…sounds like it should be a good thing, ain’t it?” he asked, cocking his head over his shoulder to study you. You still had your eyes on the flames, arms wrapped around your knees that were cradled against your chest.
You shrugged, nodding a few times. He couldn’t help but blow a soft chuckle through his nose. “Then why d’ya look like it’s the worst news you’ve gotten all year?”
You covered your face with your hands, groaning. “Because-!” you heaved, the frustration you had worked tirelessly to shove down that morning returning instantly upon his questioning. You felt helpless. You felt ridiculous. Being able to shake off boughs of otherwise meaningless emotions was a strength of yours. It was one of the very few reasons you thought Joel may have put up with you: you didn’t take any shit, and neither did he.
To be dancing with the idea of letting those walls fall too far down…it was a vulnerability you didn’t like entertaining.
You took a slow breath in through your nose, out through your mouth, gradually bringing your hands down from your face. Joel watched the way your jaw tightened as you appeared to wrestle your thoughts into words. Your lips parted once, but you shut them instantly. Rolling your eyes to yourself, you began picking at the edges of your nails. Maybe that would distract you from the embarrassment that was to follow.
“Because I’ve never really…done that before,” you mumbled, and when he didn’t speak at first, you thought he may have not heard you.
Cautiously, you dragged your eyes towards Joel. He was still looking at you, but now, there was a soft sort of inquisition to his eyes.
“What do’ya mean never done that before?” he questioned, an arch to his brow.
You felt your cheeks filling with heat, chewing on the inside of your lip to keep yourself from becoming a blabbering mess. An anxiety filled the pit of your stomach, one that suggested you weren’t all too thrilled to be having this conversation.
Having this conversation with Joel.
You knew he wouldn’t make fun of you, he never had in any of your endless ramblings. But that didn’t stop you from feeling the affects of the intimate nature of the topic.
You shrugged again, slower this time. “I don’t know…dated. Gone on a date. Been that close to a guy, I mean, hell, I haven’t even had my first kiss yet-”
“Wait,” Joel cut you off, a deep crease forming between his brows. “You ain’t even had your first kiss?”
When you looked at him then, he could have crumbled under the weight of your somber eyes. Filled with a disappointment and shame he knew all too well.
Fuck.
“Didn’t have much time, what with the world ending and all,” you muttered. It reminded Joel just how young you were. How much you had missed. How much you had yet to see, learn, experience. He would never pity you — he respected you far too much for that. He did, however, feel for you. He knew you. Knew what you had to offer the world, and you were given no chance to do so. Something so basic, so pure, robbed from you.
He sighed softly, returning his eyes back to the flames. How desperately he wished he could burn away his worries in them. He was sure you felt the same way, too. “S’not somethin’ you should overthink. If it’s gonna happen, it’ll happen.” Never did Joel Miller think he would be giving relationship advice. At least not to someone other than Ellie, and even then, he hoped it was a good long while before he even had to entertain the idea. He certainly didn’t feel qualified.
“But what if—” you stopped yourself again, the same discomfort invading your stomach at the thought of revealing such sensitive insight. Maybe it was the warmth of the fire, or the security of the safe house. Or maybe it was just Joel, but you realized then that there was no other time, place, or person you would rather let your guard down for.
“What if I’m no good at it?” It was hardly a whisper.
“That ain’t possible.” He said it so quickly. Too quickly. So much so that you were both exchanging looks at each other at the same time, the panic seizing his features in a faint blush, the heat rising in your own cheeks at…what? You couldn’t pinpoint at first the reason why his assurance made you react in such a way, until the heat of his eyes on you was more intense than the fire.
There was no denying that Joel Miller was one of the most handsome men in Jackson. You had acknowledged that, realized the idea was far too preposterous to entertain, and stored it away the moment you met him. And now here the thought was, rushing back in and invading your brain with a sick sense of desire.
Joel cleared his throat heartily, immediately reverting his gaze back to the fire. “Maybe you could–”
Again, the words came before you knew what you wanted to say. How much you wanted to say. This was not your usual dynamic. You were use to a free tongue around him, and now, you were second guessing every word you spoke. This was why you didn’t foster those ideas. This was why you treaded carefully with every man in Jackson: your sense of self slowly started to feel stripped from you the moment you caught whiff of being roped in, and that terrified you.
Of course he had thought about it. How could he have not? You were beautiful, spritely, and confident. Not in a pompous fashion, but in a way that demanded you were sure of yourself. It was a rare trait for most of the women he had met thus far in Jackson.
And yet, he had never seen you more indecisive than in this very moment.
Your lingering words penetrated him with an unforeseen force, and he held his breath, suddenly vividly aware of the topic of conversation and what you may have been insinuating.
Beautiful, spritely, confident. And way too young for him.
“Listen, I don’t-” He tried to start, wondering if he was working towards talking you out of your line of thought or talking himself out of considering it. But you were already sitting up onto your knees, facing him with a dire look in your eyes.
“No one would know.” Your voice was a rushed whisper, contradicting the very words it spoke, as if you were shielding the idea from the universe. That way, it couldn’t get its grasp on it, chew it up and spit it out before it even had the chance to breathe into life.
You couldn’t believe yourself, a new sort of desperation you hadn’t experienced bubbling to the surface. You blinked at him rapidly while you spoke. “I mean I wouldn’t - I wouldn’t tell, it would only be one time. You’d be doing me a favor, it’s not like it actually means — I mean it’s not that it doesn’t mean anything, I just—”
Joel reached out for you then, his hand coming up to grip you by the cheeks, squishing your lips into a pout and shushing your terribly embarrassing ramble. The first time he was able to shut you up. This was the chatter he was use to.
You felt your stomach drop. You weren’t sure if it was due to the impending rejection, or because the burn of his hand on your skin left you in a daze. Either way, you were silent. Wide eyes on him, attempting to read his ever indecipherable expression.
“Listen darlin’,” he said, his even tone giving you equal parts comfort and unease. You thought you could swim in the darkness of his eyes, save for the flames that glossed off of them. Intentional, focused. “Don’t think for a moment that the thought of kissin’ you is somethin’ I wouldn’t enjoy, I just…I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
He released your cheeks then. You shouldn’t be offended. Rationally, you knew that. But you couldn’t ignore the festering anger. You pushed up to your feet, staring down at him with furrowed brows and crossed arms.
“Why not?” you challenged, the bite to your tone making no effort to cover up your flustered offense to his denial.
Joel looked up at you with a tilted head and frown, not expecting such an outburst. You had always had a bit of a temper, sure. But perhaps he had gotten so use to it directed towards other people and things he had no relation to that its presence now was unsettling.
He let out a heavy sigh before groaning to his feet, both of you facing each other in a stand off of ambivalence, desire, and caution.
“Because,” he started, raising his brows at you. “You’re – we aren’t—” he struggled with his words, displaying a frustrated countenance at the inability to find them. You waited, your nails digging into your biceps where they were crossed. He looked around, his hands waving reflexively in the air as he explained. “We’re all’lone out here, and you’re…you’re clearly feelin’ upset. Tommy trusted me to look out for’ya. Last thing I need is to go on disrespectin’ or - or takin’ advantage of you like that while you’re on my watch.”
You sneered a chuckle, shaking your head at him. “Take advantage of me? I asked you to do it! Do you really think I’m that fucking naive?” There was a foreign agitation to your voice. “Besides, it’s just a stupid little kiss!”
“If it’s so goddamn stupid, why’re you askin’ me to do it?” he snapped back, a flustered blush rushing up through his neck and into his cheeks.
“Because you’re the only one I trust with this kinda stuff, you jerk!”
Heat. Heat was rising and flowing through the room, through both of you.
“Fine!” he shouted, running out of words to combat you with.
“Fine!”
How you came to be where you were, standing chest to chest, the tension morphing the space between you, heaving frantic breaths into each others faces, neither of you knew. Neither of you seemed to mind, either.
Your hands fell to your sides then, craning your neck up to look at Joel. His nostrils were flared wide, the familiar etch between his brows prominent. A shiver ran down your spine then when he damped his lips, slowly. The emotion that had built over the minutes slowly dissipated just by the sight of his eyes on you. Your own lips parted in a soft breath, and you caught him glance down at them.
He swallowed hard. “Fine.” This time, when he spoke the word, it was soft. Definitive. Expression slowly shifting back to the unreadable neutrality. He didn’t keep you guessing long, though. His hands reached out then, taking a final step to close the distance fully between you two, carefully lifting his palms to cradle either side of your face. You were frozen, eyes permanently glued to him, fingers twitching at your sides.
His hands were rough, calloused, but delicate in the way they held you. You felt an overwhelming warmth begin in your stomach and spread out over the rest of you while he studied you like this, searching your eyes for something.
Uncertainty, regret. Anything that would stop him from moving forward with what he was about to do. But there was none, just wide eyes and plush, parted lips that peered up at him with anticipation. And he just couldn’t help himself.
Slowly, one of his thumbs dragged across your bottom lip, watching as it bobbed in place before he was leaning forward, and you were washed in the scent of him. His nose nudged yours, eyes falling half shut, but yours were still gawking, waiting. The anticipation almost too much to bare that your hands abandoned your sides, coming up to grip him at the elbows. It must have been all he needed, as the next moment was consumed by the feeling of his lips molding against yours.
For the second time that day, Joel Miller discovered a way to shut you up.
He was hesitant at first; barely there, the coarse hair that coated his upper lip tickling your skin. Hardly grazing the supple petals against you. Instinctively, your fingers dug into the bend of his arms when he applied pressure, fully allowing the weight of himself to kiss you. Your eyes finally fell shut, the loss of sense permitting you to be fully encapsulated by him.
Him. Joel. His strong hands that held you, the familiar scent of him, wood and earth mixed with something sweet, his broad body that pressed into yours, claiming the moment for just the two of you. You’re not sure how it happened, between a breath, a brief moment for you two to recollect yourselves, before you dove back in head first. His hands abandoned your face, finding their way to wrap around your waist, bringing you to your toes and flushed against his chest. Your own reacted on instinct and weaved around his neck, and your fingers found refuge in his silver dusted curls.
Nerves were nonexistent. You just felt him, shocked by how easily it was to bend into his will. How much time you had spent over analyzing this moment for it to be reduced to such simplicity. Whether that was because it really was this simple, or because Joel made it so, you didn’t know.
The tip of his tongue just barely grazed your bottom lip, but never pushed for access. The contact alone ignited you, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that lodged in the back of your throat, a flutter traveling below your stomach. Joel’s hands squeezed your hips in response to the sound, and just as quickly as it started, it ended.
He compelled himself to let go, pulling you away from him, the space between you uncomfortably vast. You didn’t even have the chance to think before he reached up for your hands around his neck and gradually pulled them away, too. He stepped back from you, leaving you in a concrete daze of exasperation, newfound lust, and worst of all, a residue of heartbreak from how short the moment was cut.
“We oughta get goin’,” he grumbled, already turning to retrieve his backpack and put the fire out.
You didn’t move a muscle, frozen in the spot where Joel Miller kissed you. Where he changed everything you ever felt inside in an instant. You could see his skin still painted in pink, cheeks flushed, and lips glistening. The emotional whiplash his sudden change incited made you feel like you wanted to disappear, a lump forming in your throat. One you refused to give in to, swallowing it down as you slowly willed yourself to breathe again.
“Yeah. Y-yeah, okay.” And then, you were grabbing your own pack, silently helping him tear down the barricade you had built, and mounting the horses.
The entire rest of the patrol was silent. A rarity. And while words were never spoke aloud, there was an unspoken energy in the air that wailed for attention. You would acknowledge it, if only in your mind for the time being. You would spend the rest of the ride thinking about Joel’s lips, the alluring look in his eyes right before he kissed you. You would recount the tender nature of his touch, and how it gifted your skin with such delicacy. You would think of his breath, the way it quickened and hitched, desperate in between each touch of your lips. You would think about him.
And as soon as you got back into Jackson, you would be finding any and every excuse to cancel your date.
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chisatowo · 2 years
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I was gonna make a post being all like "you know what fuck cringe culture thinking abt your ocs interacting with characters from media you like is so important for your mental health actually" but then as I was thinking abt Fydd and Chu2 interacting I remembered that Fydd is taller than Chu2 and I've changed my mind it's bad for your mental health don't do it /j
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yuugen-benni · 1 year
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Request for the flags+ chuuya with a s/o who likes to like- jokingly try to be tough or act intimidating like them ((but is absolutely NOT.))
They are not in the mafia but proudly declare that they too are a little gangster girl even though they’re literally shorter than chuuya and cry when someone shouts at them.
She likes to try and sneak up on them assassin style but can’t stop laughing so she’s actually really bad at it and everyone can hear her giggling before she jumps them from behind and tackles them.
She will SHAMELESSLY do this shit in front of the rest of the group as well.
Thank you Anon!
THE FLAGS AND CHUUYA + FEM! READER WHO TRIES TO BE A "MEMBER OF THE MAFIA" LIKE THEM (tough, intimidating, sneaky...)
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Chuuya:
he is literally like this: 🤨
Especially when he falls into one of your traps (yes even hearing your muffled laugh). He scares so easily when he's deep in thought as he walks through the halls of the Mafia Building, then it's the perfect time to catch him!
But if you want to feel like a real little gangster he will GLADLY teach you some self defense stuff (so he would be even less insecure about your safety)
Doc:
A little confusing at first.
It's not annoying (It's actually the source of his teasing), but why do you try to be ''bold'' in front of him (??) even though you can't keep eye contact for a short time
''How do you want to be intimidating like that?'' he says, grinning, getting closer and closer.
Either way he has no mercy which means he doesn't take it easy
If you attack him from behind, know that it is possible for your face to be on the ground in less than 5 seconds
Piano Man:
Okay, okay he's proud- even if it's just a joke, he thinks it's quite cute actually
Especially the fact that you feel incredibly excited when you call yourself a ''gangster'', like:
"So you're a little gangster, uh? I want to see you accompany me on missions"
" I CAN ?!??"
"Absolutely not dear"
Lipp Man:
((Also confused)) ''Be like you'' WHAT-
He's a mobster, yes; but to be honest most of the time, and especially to YOU, he's always kind
Also, being tough isn't much use to a civilian who doesn't have to do ''dirty work''.
But he thinks that your motivation for playing tricks on him and waiting in hiding, never managing to surprise him, is because of his movies.
Ice Man:
Ok I'm sorry but if you're short this man is like a bear next to you (HE'S TALLER THAN LIPP MAN!!!). Sneaking up and jumping on their back is a tough challenge
Even more with his strong intuition that allows him to know where you are, just standing at the door of your shared house.
But he lets himself be caught on purpose to give you a big hug
Albatross:
HE IS GOING TO JOIN THE JOKE!
let's face it, he's the funniest of all The Flags so having him as your boyfriend is knowing this man is like a child around you.
You know when you're a kid obsessed with spy shows and you start pretending you're in one? you two are like that
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l-ii-zz · 6 months
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u are correct about the age thing. it depends which source(s) u use. I think the show bible calls him a kid (but iirc it also says Dib's exact age and last name should never be given and yet we have both in Enter the Florpus), but if u go by lost/unmade eps, iirc the Trial shows that irkens are smeets until they are 10 and then they are adults (and they aren't human so saying "but in human years!" is ridic imo. we don't say "but it human years that would be..." except for our domestic animals, and even then not every person does THAT). if u take Word of God, Jhonen has said Zim is an adult so many times idk why ppl think he's STILL just having a laugh. he's said it's bc he thinks it's funny that a grown ass man would count a Literal Child as his nemesis, and cites the Dennis the Menace comic series. but if u take ONLY what is on screen then it's a mystery and up to interpretation. it's just sort of *shrug emoji*.
The show bible (made by JV btw) calls him a kid, yeah. There's one section of an old magazine talking about the series and describing Zim as a kid too.
Honestly there are a bunch of things that have been told about the IZ universe that doesn't even make sense now. Like yeah, Dib's last name and age, another example would be about the Tallest and the cut thumbs and how this was entirely forgotten/discarded for their new design for the movie.
I also agree with you about the possibility that human and irken age concept could be different from one to the other. We're talking about aliens anyway. Alien society with alien customs and alien ideals and alien culture and alien environment etc etc etc. Who knows? maybe planet Irk rotates/revolves faster that Earth's and by that it would mean that an irken year is way shorter than an earthling year. Nothing in the series can confirm that, yeah, but you cannot either deny that it's a possibility. Hell, even irkens can have another extremely different perspective about maturity
Like, the show itself is so ambiguous about these themes that I don't even understand why people are so stubborn to gatekeep one single concept as the entire truth, even if the show is a whole pile of nonsense that doesn't even try to take itself seriously.
"But JV said this" yeah.... and? not everyone support the "Word of God" thingy. If the final product doesn't give you a clear answer then you are on your right to have different interpretations. Not to mention that the creator is not the only one developing the concepts of a show. There's a whole team behind the show, and behind the team there are different perspectives.
I'll give you one example with another fandom: Cuphead! when fans were speculating about the age of the cupbros (and this was looong before the dlc and animated show's announcement) they asked Studio MDHR (the creators) if the bros were kids or adults. They replied saying that they were "kidults" (adults with childish tastes). But then, another person asked the same question to the writer of Cuphead, and he answered that they were teens! So, in this case, is one answer more valid than the other? I don't think so, 'cause both parts worked for the final product. This is one of the reasons why I don't truly take "Word of God" seriously.
Also, and this is just my opinion btw, even if Zim is a straight up adult, he can still be interpreted as a kid. Because well... he dresses up as a kid, he goes to school, he interacts with other kids, his nemesis is another kid, he has robo parents, he's small like a kid, he behaves like a kid, he sounds like a kid... (WITH ALL THIS ONLY REFERRING TO IZ'S UNIVERSE, I'M NOT SAYING THIS ALSO APPEALS THE REAL WORLD)
"Yeah, but visualizing Zim as a kid triggers me" that's valid, but have you ever thought that other people can also feel triggered by visualizing Zim as adult? Because well.. some people can feel uncomfortable with the thought of a straight up adult fighting a kid and pretending to be one, even if it's just comedy.
Can't we all.. stop gatekeeping and let everyone interpret fiction however the heck we want without pointing each other and talking shit to each other? I know it's too much to ask, but wouldn't be nice to respect the fact that no one will think the same way you do? (NOT SPECICALLY TO YOU ANON, ALL QUESTIONS ARE RETORIC, LOL).
It's just so absurd to me, we're talking about fiction. Why are we fighting for the age of a character that doesn't even exist? We're going coconuts.
It's more fun to create headcanons and aus, I prefer doing that instead of fighting nonsense.
As you said, dear anon: *Shrug emoji*
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sansofhumor · 8 months
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Little writing round up / teaser after the cut.
Warnings for unreality maybe. It's sans. It's always sans.
The wisps of a dream fades as Sans adjusts to consciousness. He's on the couch. The curtains are wide open casting a warm glow on the carpet in front of him. He's on the surface.
Judging by the angle of the light it's mid afternoon. He can't hear Papyrus in the house. That's not unusual; his bro is a busy guy. Sans pushes himself up on the couch and scratches at his temple. He doesn't remember if Papyrus should be at work, or if he's out running errands, or if he's hanging out with Undyne, or—
His phone is in his pocket. It tells him the date and more importantly Papyrus's latest texts.
[8:30am] REMEMBER! I AM CAMPING WITH FRISK AND FLOWEY TODAY!
[8:30am] SO! DON'T FORGET YOUR BREAKFAST! IN THE OVEN!
[8:31am] AND. DON'T FORGET! I LOVE YOU.
[11:15am] LUNCH IS IN THE REFRIGERATOR.
[11:17am] [LOOKATTHISBUG.JPG]
[11:43am] [LOOKATTHEM.JPG]
[11:43am] [LOOKATME.JPG]
[12:02PM] [LOOKATUS.JPG]
There's a few more images after that in the same vein: Papyrus and his favorite freaks climbing all sorts of rocks and trees and streams.  There's even one photo of Flowey, clinging to the edge of a rock jutted in the middle of water, a vine held out for a Dragonfly to land on.
Sans flips the phone closed. The front screen flashes 5:54pm in 8 bit letters before dulling.
He remembers eating breakfast from the oven, doesn't remember lunch, so he must've napped pretty soon after.  There's a knock knock at the front door, from a determined, if small, fist.
Sans stands, pocketing his phone.
"who's there?" He calls as he reaches the door.  The kid doesn't respond, which isn't abnormal, but he doesn't hear Papyrus grumbling about the blatant joke set up either. Maybe he's unpacking the car still.
His last text was at 1:04pm.
"not feelin' up to it? no problem," he says while reaching for the front door. "I got enough words for the both of us."
The door creaks open, shadow cast over the kid's face. The flower pot is in their arms. He can't quite see their expression yet.
"what's up, kiddo—"
Papyrus is holding their hand in his.
Papyrus is also about three inches shorter than Frisk and swimming in his clothes.
"THE SKY?" Papyrus answers, looking up, dubiously.  "RIGHT FRISK? YOU SAID THAT WAS THE SKY?"
His voice is higher pitched. Young sounding.
"We already went over this! Get it through your thick skull you– uh– baby!" The flower in Frisk's arms growls.
Papyrus looks down from the sky. He looks up at Sans. Sans hasn't been taller than his brother for. Well. A long time. There isn't recognition in his eyes.
Then all at once there is.
"SANS???" Papyrus's hand tightens in the kid's and his face stiffens up in an expression Sans hasn't seen in, well. A long time.
Sans kneels down and spreads his arms like a rusty machine. "hey bro," he says. "long day?"
Papyrus lets Frisk's hand go and his body hits Sans' chest like a potato sack. Sans let's himself rock back before settling his arms around his more literal than usual little brother.  Just like he remembers, Papyrus' bones quake and then he starts yowling.
"WHY IS THERE A SKY? WHERE IS EVERYONE? WHERE WERE YOU? SANS!" Papyrus wails into Sans' jacket with as much force as he can muster.  "WHERE'S ALL THE SNOW? I— I — I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AND I—"
Sans rubs at Papyrus's—small, narrow—back but he looks over his shoulder at the kid and the flower. Tilts his head at them. Smiling.
The flower sneers but Frisk at least looks worried. Not guilty.
"why don't we, uh, take this inside." He picks Papyrus up and settles him against his chest like he's done it a thousand times before. He has.  His knees just ache a bit more now.
He barely waits for the kid to follow but pulls the door shut behind them.  Papyrus has graduated from trying his damndest to deafen him to sniffling quiet into his hoodie.  Too much going on outside, Sans thinks. Too much light and noise and uncertainty for him.
Sans can feel him peak up over his shoulder, no doubt casing the joint like a punk. Sans feels him stiffen when he realizes he doesn't recognize the house.  It's certainly not their home in Snowdin, but even if it had been Papyrus wouldn't recognize it now. Not this young, at least.
Sans shoots a look at the kid and flower behind him, and deposits his brother on a dining room chair. Papyrus' fingers grip his shoulders tighter before unsticking and letting go.  While Sans drags the refrigerator door open with his foot and roots around for something to feed everyone he tries to remember whether that's to be expected, or worrisome.
When he turns back around Frisk has taken a seat across the table from Papyrus, Flowey still gripped in their hands.  Papyrus has his skull craned to keep an eye on Sans.  Sans doesn't bother heating up the left over casserole courtesy of Tori before he drops it and a couple plates on the table.
Papyrus makes a noise of interest. Before he can tear into it with his bare hands like the feral gremlin he is, Sans slops a portion onto his plate with a spoon.  He adds another scoop, and then a smaller one on top, a misshapen lump that should—
"SANS!! STOP! PLAYING WITH THE FOOD!!" Papyrus demands in a shrill voice.
"what, you too old for casserole-men?" He asks.
"THERE IS NO SUCH— SANS!!" Papyrus's voice reeds into a frustrated whine when he recognizes Sans' voice when he makes a bad joke.
"yeah. I'll, heh, cool it."
"THERE'S NOT EVEN ANYTHING TO COOL. IT'S NOT FUNNY IF IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE." Papyrus accepts the spoon from Sans' hand. The right spoon, sans remembers, because Papyrus doesn't like them too big or too small.
"Hah! That's what I keep saying!" The flower says. 
Frisk wants Flowey to be quiet, but since that's a lost cause they also thought the little snowman on Papyrus' plate was pretty ice. 
"It's definitely snow joke." Sans says and takes their plate. "If Tori finds out you didn't reheat her casserole you're gonna need more fortitude than I can give you before she's through." There's a little square shape on their plate when he hands it back. Squinting, it could look like a sentry station. Or maybe a fort.
Frisk scrunches up their face and Sans can see them repeat casserole and fortitude until their eyes light up. Castle-roll, yes, yes. Sharp kid.
"So, uh. Wanna tell me what happened?"
He's staring at Frisk, and by extension the flower, but it's Papyrus who answers. 
"I DUNN— DON'T KNOW— I JUST WOKE UP AND IT WAS VERY BRIGHT AND YOU WEREN'T ANYWHERE TO BE SEEN!" Sans would wince, if he weren't smiling. "BUT FLOWERY—"
"Flowey!" The flower interjects. Papyrus' grip on his spoon tightens.
"FLOWEY FOUND ME AND THEN FRISK AND THEY EXPLAINED? A LITTLE BIT? LIKE WHY IT'S SO BRIGHT??? BECAUSE OF. THE SUN???" Papyrus' voice gets more and more incredulous as he speaks and he throws Sans a glance like Sans'll explain anything at all. "AND WHEN I. ASKED. ABOUT YOU, THEY TOOK ME ON A VERY LONG, VERY SKETCHY, HIKE WHICH ENDED UP HERE SO I SUPPOSE NOT THAT SKETCHY."
"why didn't you call?" Sans asks Frisk.
They pull out their phone, which is shattered. Somehow.  Alphys doesn't make those very breakable. Sans glances at the corner of the kitchen like the shadows and completely benign dust gathered there can answer his questions. Papyrus' phone, if he even has it, is probably the same.
He decides to ignore that they've been walking for probably close to four hours to make it back here and instead asks, "okay. so what happend on your end?"
"There was a crash and then babybones here was screaming like someone was murdering him." Sans isn't sure he likes the tone in the flower's voice. Frisk doesn't either with the way they flick the closest petal to them. But they also don't contradict the flower either, and they aren't hiding anything that Sans can see. So he huffs a sigh.
"Go call Tori," he says and hands them his phone. They hop up and take Flowey with them into the next room.  As soon as they turn the corner Papyrus pipes up.
"WHY? ARE YOU SO? OLD?"
The flower's cackling is loud and clear and makes Papyrus glare in a general direction. Sans elects to ignore the things he cannot control.
"You know how, when you get older, you grow up?" Sans asks.
Papyrus squint his eyes, like he is suspecting sans of setting him up for a joke.  He still nods. "YES I AM—" He glares again in Flowey's general direction. "I am aware! Of! Basic facts?"
"Well, I grew up." Sans explains, shrugging. "You grew up, too."
"I DID?" Papyrus forgets his volume again as he slams his little palms in the table and straightens up, balancing comically precarious on the chair. "WHAT AM I LIKE? WHERE AM I?"
"You're right here. Dunno where uh, older you is, if you're here." Sans offers. Papyrus frowns, digesting that. 
"SO OLDER ME... MAYBE. IF I AM WITH OLD YOU, THAN OLD ME IS WITH MY YOU. Now? Uhm..." Papyrus's face contorts into something very nearly worried. Sans doesn't feel like he has any new memories of running into an overly friendly skeleton as a child so he takes a moment to imagine it instead. 
Papyrus would be thrilled to babysit him, at least. And Sans had never been a... difficult... child. Mostly too quiet and still.  But Papyrus wouldn't be daunted in the least by Sans' quirks, and would be familiar and gentle, and also fun.  If the Papyrus Sans had grown up with had magically swapped places with his younger version, Sans would probably be better for it.  That most likely didn't happen, though, and if it had, it definitely wouldn't be anything for the Papyrus in front of him to worry about.
<-‐----------new story---------->
It's too late to turn back now. The walls are closing in, dark yet darker. A suffocating mantle of an embrace, vast and endless. Claustrophobic. Confining. There is no escape. Call for help, for anybody.
No one comes.
Sans jerks out of his sleep, a prickle behind his sockets. There's a whining pain building up in his head; behind the bones of his skull a ringing static rears forward.  He won't be able to fall back asleep. That's fine. He gets up and stumbles downstairs, avoiding the clothes on the floor.  The kitchen is dark. The appliances are cold and a thin film of buildup has clung to them from disuse. 
He checks the oven out of habit, but there's only a haphazard stack of dirty dishware there. He checks the refrigerator. Empty, stained containers line the shelves like tombstones.  There's no clean dishes in the house: they lie abandoned in stacks on counters and tables, even the floor in his room. Sans leaves the kitchen and instead finds the bathroom sink.
He takes a drink from the cool tap water and takes a moment to let it run over his skull. His phalanges are cold, but his face feels flushed.  The water seems to wipe away the migraine. For now. Sans doesn't bother wiping his face off or finding new clothes when he leaves the bathroom.
It seems pointless, to sit on the couch instead of the familiar embrace of his mattress but he knows it's important. He does not remember why. In his pocket is his cell phone. He takes it out, opens his notes app, and reads the titles of the memos.
schedule.txt
text file.txt
updates.txt
[][][][][][][] .jpg
readings.txt
Before he has a chance to tap one open a text arrives, vibrating the phone in his hand.
[][][][][][] now texted:
*hey.... you haven't checked in??? In a while?
* ??
*sans?
YOU texted:
* checkin in now
[][][][][][] now texted:
* that's a relief!
* what happened?? were you sleeping?
YOU texted:
* always
[][][][][][] now texted:
* what about the [][][][]???
* you have a JOB you know!
Sans backs out of the texting app and opens his notes again. The schedule file is the most opened file so he opens it.
check readings from basement
cross reference with lab notes
pack up miscellaneous tech
find [][][][][][]'s research
shutdown running experiments
start CORE cool down
shut down C[]RE
shutdown cooling infrastructure in snowdin
check readings from basement
turn off generator
lock the door
turn off the frame
return to [][][][][][][]
Taking a glance at his other files, he's already gotten the readings. He must have started the cooling process because the glitching on his phone has been getting worse. The ambient magic in the Underground must be unsettled.
YOU texted:
* everything's on track
* core is cooling down
[][][][][][] now texted:
* you never sent me the research data?
* or the COR[]'s operation files?
YOU texted:
* textfile.txt
* updates.txt
[][][][][][] now texted:
* oh!! perf!! thx
His cell phone shuts off.
It isn't out of battery but it has powered down. Sans doesn't go through the effort of turning it back on. He just stares at his face reflected in the small screen. He has a job to do.
In a smooth motion he tucks his phone into his inventory, and while he's there he sees a LEMON PASTA filling a slot. He eats it while opening the front door.
It's taste is indescribable. 
<---------new story--------->
Papyrus, the Great, packed his bags nearly the same moment the summons from House Dreemur was nailed to the postings outside of Grillby's Tavern. Close enough, at least, to be negligible in the sort of scale one might use if they were, for example, telling a story. His brother might use a different metric but Papyrus was not his brother and had always enjoyed stories more than calculations.
The summons asked for monsters competent in a specific area of skill: diplomacy. When Papyrus was younger, and his brother had moved them from the slums of New Home to the quaint, rustic town of Snowdin, Papyrus had dreamed of joining the royal guard. He'd wanted to be apart of something more than himself.
He'd been too young to join at first, and sometime between his brother leaving and his own coming of age, Papyrus had found himself helping the town's mayor complete her paperwork on time. He was a likeable sort, so the mayor warmed up to him quickly and often let Papyrus in on the workings behind doors. If Papyrus had wanted to be part of something more than himself, he found it in working as a minor governmental aide.
With his brother sending back a working wage each month and the mayor putting him on a stipend, Papyrus did quite well for himself. He even spearheaded several projects of his own: a recreational center that focused on youths, a communal garden, and young but fruitful forays into trade deals with the nomadic humans that wandered closeby.
It may have been through these humans that Papyrus first got the sense that something was stirring beyond the borders of his town. Humans always had a tendency to be skittish around monsters but Papyrus had seen these ones grow used to the Snowdin locals through trade and kindness shown. When they wandered in, weary and wary, Papyrus had known something was brewing.
He had offered a meal on him, ushered the nomadic family into Grillby's warmth and wheedled out threads of growing discontent in the human kingdom. Nothing said outright, of course, he doubted the humans actually knew what their news of unrest could mean. They were concerned only so much as traveling to certain cities was more dangerous or less lucrative. Papyrus did not have his brother's knack for theory but he was more than capable of putting together a puzzle.
Another impetus: his brother's monthly package home stopped arriving.
So, Papyrus was nearly finished packing when the summons was nailed to the posting outside of Grillby's Tavern. The summons merely gave him an excuse to extricate himself from Snowdin's warm embrace.
"Of course I will let him know, you have only been reminding me of my brother's tab for the last six years." Papyrus shook his head and tapped his foot against the warm wood floors of Grillby's seating room with impatience. The fire monster snapped and crackled from his place behind the impecable bar. Grillby beckoned him closer and he reluctantly approached the bartop.
Grillby pulled a neatly packed bag from beneath the bar somewhere and set it in front of Papyrus. It was moderately sized, made of well crafted oiled canvas. Papyrus lifted the flap and blinked at the contents.
"... it will keep," Grillby's intentions came through in the snapping of his embers as he pushed the bag of monster food closer to Papyrus.
Papyrus had already put away some travel food, serviceable rations that would carry him in the event he couldn't find, barter, or buy anything on the road. Grillby had packed him a small fortune of magic laden monster food: spiced bread rolls, cuts of delicate and robust vegetables, jars of ferments, pressed curd, even packets of dried herbs. All either monster made or magic infused, with indefinite stability. He could recognize contributions from almost every family in Snowdin, down to the unruly teens who hung out in the community garden.
"...and for... your brother..." Grillby slid over a paper wrapped package. Papyrus could tell without ever needing to open the thing that his brother's favorite order had been packed with care. The emotion overwhelmed him, for a moment.
"I will of be sure to scold him for enjoying the grease." He finally managed, and though Grillby did not have a face as most would see it, Papyrus knew he was smiling.
Papyrus laid his brother's meal into the bag Grillby had made and attached the whole thing to his pack with very little fanfare. That was not to say he escaped the town so easily. The streets were lined when he left Grillby's establishment and he graciously stopped at each family and friend who called him over for fairwells.
It was enough to fill a monster's soul to bursting. His neighbors and friends gathered to see him off. When he finally managed to leave the town proper and stood on an overlooking hill he turned to see the whole town gathered in the mainstreet. He waved one last time to the snowy little town he'd come to call home.
Now, it was time for his journey.
Of course Papyrus had been outside of Snowdin before. Not just the frantic rush between towns with his brother, but also to greet and see off his human merchants. He'd gone on one trip with the mayor to a lordling's hold as well, a lesson in etiquette and monster economics that Papyrus had to scrawl down in a journal the talking was so dense.
The thing that separated this journey from any other he'd been on was two-fold: it's length and his solitude. Only the move from New Home to Snowdin could match the length in distance, though he'd had his brother for that. Still, he was capable and not afraid as he entered the wilds beyond Snowdin's charming boundaries. The road through Snowdin had grown more traveled as Papyrus worked to welcome new trades with travelers, the Bunnies had been pleased with the uptick in business with their Inn, but it was still little more than a well worn wagon path through snow and forest.
Papyrus shouldered his pack and stepped on.
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inkblackorchid · 5 months
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Hello! First off I want to thank you for these amazing stories you’ve written! Admittedly the best Yusei/Aki stories I’ve ever read, in my opinion. This is actually how I discovered 5d’s. I came across your story ‘Snapping jaws and piercing horns’ and no kidding I thought Yusei and Aki were a couple in the anime. (I was also confused on how Aki lost against Andre - you wrote it so precisely I thought it happened in the anime also!) However, I was wondering if you could make a scenario where they have an argument, which of course happens in relationships. I wanted to see what they were arguing about and how they dealt with it. Thank you and have a nice day!
Hiiii! Thank you for reading my stories, I'm glad you enjoy them! And wow, that's really, really high praise. It makes me super happy to hear the stories almost tricked you into thinking they were canon, haha. (I'll admit I wrote them wishing they were, lol.)
Now, as far as an argument between Aki and Yusei is concerned—I'll admit the idea has tickled my brain from time to time, but believe it or not, that's harder to set up than you think. And not because I don't think they argue (everyone does, whether they're a couple or not), but because of the understanding I have of the canon characters and the way my stories play out. I have a feeling this answer might get longer than it strictly needs to be, so uh... Hope you're up for that.
Here's the thing: I think these two have fairly different tempers when it comes to arguments and fairly different priorities in that regard, too. I'd go as far as saying it's canon that Aki definitely has the shorter fuse between them. She's more likely to get worked up at all, and she's more likely to get worked up about things that may not be super important, either. Meanwhile, as far as my memory of canon serves, it's hard to get Yusei worked up at. all. Full stop. And that's not because he doesn't get angry, but because it seems like he only expends the energy to argue with someone when it's about a really big thing. We see him argue with the Goodwin brothers about fate. Big thing. We see him argue with the prison chief about the value of cards. Big thing, because we know believing no card is worthless is a central aspect of Yusei's character. We also see him argue with Rudger/Roman about the Zero Reverse, which is a very big thing, because it's the most personal topic in the entire show for Yusei by far. However, we don't see him partake in any of Jack and Crow's squabbles or otherwise argue about minor things. You get the gist.
What's more, we only see Yusei argue with Aki, specifically, a whopping three times in the whole show, maybe four if we're being generous. Two of those times are during their two big duels, where Yusei's arguing with Aki for the sake of her own well-being, because he's trying to convince her she's not a monster, the third time is when Aki is literally jumping from a moving vehicle to another because he's—understandably—concerned for her safety, and the fourth time is when he's technically arguing with the whole 5Ds team by insisting he should go to Ark Cradle alone, which everyone else justifiably insists is a terrible idea. (What's noteworthy is that this is, again, a matter of safety. So we know there's one thing that reliably gets Yusei worked up: The worry that people he loves might be in danger.)
Here's where my personal interpretation of these two comes in, then. I think that frankly, for any person with a halfway "average" temper, Yusei is an absolute nightmare to argue with. Because unless the topic's big enough to get him worked up, too, he just won't argue. Worse yet, if someone's just picking a fight to let off steam, I see him as the type of guy who immediately figures out the underlying issue and starts talking about that instead. And if you've ever been in the position of wanting to snap at someone about nothing because you needed to let off steam, you'll know that a person like that is the worst. target. of all time. for that kind of outburst. Because they start poking at the vulnerable thing you didn't want to talk about instead, and this is exactly how I see Yusei. This is the same guy who, within his very first duel with Aki, figured out that try as she might to pretend she does for Divine's sake, she doesn't actually enjoy hurting people with her powers, after all—something we know she wasn't thrilled to hear at the time.
Aki, on the other hand, I could see occasionally get frustrated with something and then short-tempered with other people because of it. I don't think she can be moved to an outburst of truly catastrophic proportions unless it's about something big, either. But Aki would be a hundred times quicker to snap at someone without really meaning to, and wouldn't need world-shaking reasons to start arguing with people, either. But with Yusei on the other end of the argument? Unless it was about something fundamental, she wouldn't get much of a reaction because he'd be quick to guess she's actually upset about something completely different than she claims to be. He'd see right through her, which would possibly only piss Aki off even more.
So, let's finally get back to your central question: In what scenario would these two genuinely argue, then? The closest to it I've personally ever gotten in my stories was in chapter two of Be Careful what you Wish for, and that was similar to what I described above: Aki was high-strung for a completely unrelated thing and wanted to kick off an argument to let off steam. Except that time, she caught herself because she knew she'd basically be yelling at Yusei for no reason.
If I wanted a situation where they'd genuinely fight, though, it'd have to be about something big. About some moral dilemma, about someone's safety, or hell, about one of the few topics that get under both their skin. Something even Yusei would consider worth the effort to get worked up about, and something that isn't a front for something else. I don't think it'd be the most explosive argument, at least not from both sides, and I don't think it'd be overly drawn-out, either, but it certainly wouldn't be any less heart-wrenching for it. Because when you argue about big things, you inevitably argue in the worst of ways. Aki would probably be louder and meaner, but Yusei's arguments would cut deeper. I think they'd both feel bad about it fairly quickly, too, but who would apologise first would depend on what the argument was about, I think, and whether either of them was more "in the right" from a purely logical standpoint. I think generally speaking, Aki would be a little more hesitant about apologising, not because she can't admit she's wrong, but because she has a harder time swallowing her pride than Yusei when she knows she's wrong. Between the two of them, I think Yusei is also less likely to hold a grudge; when he forgives someone, he forgives them, period, whereas Aki sometimes has a slightly harder time letting go due to her own past experiences.
But yeah! That's how I see these two, at least. As for whether a full argument between them will ever feature in my writing, that depends on whether I could properly set it up. (It looks like there might be an opportunity to let them clash in the fic I'm currently writing... maybe. If the rest of the plot doesn't end up taking up an unreasonable amount of space already.)
Sorry for the long answer, these kinds of questions just really make me think ^^"
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changeling-rin · 10 months
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Well, it's that time again
*picks up th Wheel of Fandoms, spins it.... lands on One Piece.*
Ah. Well then
The Chain gets teleported to the world of One Piece and immediately meets the Straw Hats. What shenanigans happen?
"Time is a spice?" Gen asks skeptically. Sanji, who can somehow hear that Gen is misspelling thyme, is not encouraged.
Shadow immediately dumps any and all translating duties on Chopper for the foreseeable future. Never mind that the odds of translation duty being needed are slim to none, he's not doing it again if the reindeer kid can fill in.
Sketch and Steam meet Franky. They are in awe. Franky, meanwhile, is absolutely deadset on figuring out how to manufacture his own version of the Spirit Train summon, because that would be so SUPER!
Wind and Nami have either hit it off terrifyingly well, or they've taken offense with each others' weather control methods. Nobody's entirely sure which one it is, and at this point nobody is brave enough to venture into the condensed hurricane off the port side to ask.
Zoro somehow singles out Oni, despite Oni being a literal mask on Mask's belt, and requests a spar. He hasn't gotten a reply yet. This has not stopped him from continuing to make requests.
Mask and Ocarina, meanwhile, are hanging out with Brook and improvising musical riffs with each other. It's a fun time.
Vio is in love with Robin's library. RGB are less enamored, but aren't willing to risk Robin's wrath by being their usual level of disruptive.
Lore is on the exact same brain wavelength as Luffy, which surprises nobody, really. The only difference is that Lore's got a better vocabulary for explaining himself.
Dusk has somehow gotten into a story trade with Usopp, which started as him explaining their adventures and then spiraled into him having to clarify that, no, he's not exaggerating anything, he really does turn into a wolf sometimes. No, he's not a Zoan, is that even a word? Usopp has taken this as a challenge, somehow, and is trying to invent a story that's weirder than any of the Chain's experiences. He's getting there.
Speck and the Four are with Jinbei. Because he seems like the only truly calm influence on the ship, right now.
Realm is, of course, lost, but then Zoro finds him? Somehow??? And then Sanji finds Zoro and everyone else follows Sanji and the whole thing ends up taking about forty minutes. Which is about ten hours and twenty minutes shorter than what usually happens. The Chain is in awe, and also a great deal of confusion.
Zoro shrugs and gets back to propositioning Oni's mask for a sparring match.
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a-simp-20 · 1 year
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Baking My Love for You|| Baker!Niragi s. x Reader
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🍰 Notes: Reader here is Female
🍪 Notes 2: the Word 'chan' is not only used commonly for the ones that are close to you and for females, but also is commonly used to call kids, example: [kids name]-Chan. it is used for both boys and girls :D!.
🍰 Characters: Niragi Suguru, Y/n, Arisu Ryohei, Chōta Segawa, Karube Daikichi (Ft.Niragi's un-canon grandfather-),and some Oc's that I have here.
🍩 Summary: You were a regular customer at the Niragis bakery shop. A bakery shop where a Grandfather and his grandson serve everyone their baking, you noticed that the grandson, that is your friend and Apartment neighbor keeps giving you his baking. Trying so hard on leaving you a hint that he likes you but you never seem to notice until he had a enough of it.
🍩 Warnings⚠: OOC Niragi!, Manga Spoilers! (About his job and stuff), Alcohol consumption, Mentions of Alcohol, Smoking (From Karube :)), a teensy bit of swear words? But sensored.
🍞 Genre: Fluff! Just Baker boi doing his baking stuff.
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🍪 Tag's: @thee-yunatic-pixie @nishymoon @aceofspadegrass @hatterstan-shameblog @spectral-essence
🍡 A/N: This took longer than i expected-, I didn't even know that I'll be writing long stories again!. I really enjoyed writing this and it has been months (Or over a YEAR) ever since I started on it!..hope all of you enjoy! (Sorry for taking too long <3)
The bell of the shop rings as you opened the door of it. Coming inside already smelling the freshly baked bread, cookies, donuts and any other freshly baked meals that the shop had "Well you're here quite early.." Mr.Niragi says, an elder who owns the bakery shop.
He wasn't the only one baking all of these fresh looking goods, he also has a grandson that would often help him with baking and serving things here at the shop. His grandson would often come here either in the morning before work or in the evening after work. His grandson is Named Niragi Suguru, you two share the same apartment and are neighbors.His Occupation is a game engineer, and inside the bakery there was space that has computers and other gaming stuff, the games that this bakery had was his games that he made with his company of course that people love, that's why there would be more customers in this bakery, enjoying their meal while playing games.
You sat down at a chair waiting for the freshly baked things to be placed in their places. "いらっしゃいませ! [Welcome!]" You hear Niragi say finally came out of the kitchen, two metal trays in his hands with freshly baked goods on them. He places them inside the glass show case along the the trays, he looks up at you and smiles "You're here early!, there is something I want to give you" He mentions you to follow him inside the kitchen, you bowed to his grandfather before following him inside the kitchen.
Inside the kitchen you see some baking materials, trays, muffin being baked inside one of the ovens and some leftover dough and batter "You've been busy Suguru" You say sitting on one of the clean counters that weren't covered in flour, he smiles at you "I have been busy, of course with my grandfather's help in here" He say's cleaning some flour on top of the counter with a cloth "Aren't you going to work? It's already pass the time your boss may be angry at you by now-" "Oh about that, they told me to take the day off for today, they know how much my grandfather needs help here in the bakery" He says, putting the flour covered cloth back in its place.
His grandfather was still a tough man, his back still straight and himself still tall as ever, he was literally 2 or 1 cm shorter than Suguru. Seeing his grandfather's features that still looked like he was a newly elder in his 60's even though his age is already in his 70's.Seeing his grandfather reminded you of Suguru cause of their same features, such as nose and eyes "So what did you want to give me Suguru?" You asked him "Ah yes!, wait here I'll go get it" You nodded and started to wait for him to come back to get the thing that he wanted to give you. He came back with a light colored brown box, that you recognize as his family bakery shop box that they have "Here, I made you these on my own yesterday" He says, handing you the box with a soft smile, looking up at him to his face, examining his piercings you already knew he had a tongue piercing too since he showed you it before back in college.
You two were high school friends, to college and till' this day where you both are now adults and have responsibilities of your owns "Thanks Suguru..but what's inside-" "Here let me!" He grabbed the box with a smile on his face, looking at his muscular built arms and slender fingers taking the box, he wasn't that muscular but the perfect amount of..muscular since he bakes a lot with those arms "Tada!" He says opening the box to reveal your favourite baked goods, Cookies, cupcakes, and a strawberry cheesecake "Wait wait wait... You made all of these in one day!?" You asked with an amused smile and shocked tone "Well I did woke up at 4AM just to make them" He says smiling brightly at you.
You noticed that the strawberry of the strawberry cheesecake that he made was a very rare heart shaped strawberry, the muffins had heart shaped chocolate chips, and the frosting of the cupcakes were pink with...a white chocolate heart on top of it "What is this? A Valentine's Day gift?? It's not even Valentine's Day Baker boy" You say laughing "Yes yes I know.. It's just that I feel like making these for you that's all" Niragi says, but deep in his heart he was expecting you would get the hint that he likes you because of all the heart shaped things he added "Well thanks for these!, better get going now! See you!" You say, grabbing and closing the box waving at his as you exited the kitchen, him waving back.
You said goodbye to his grandfather before going outside to go to work.
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"Suguru!..Suguru Niragi!" His grandfather shouted at him, Niragi was dozing off again, still thinking about how you reacted when he made your favourite baked goods "THE MUFFINS!"  His grandfather shouted, huge oven from the was beeping "OH MY GOODNESS MY MUFFINS-" He rushed to the muffins oven and took the muffins out of it, seeing that it was slightly brown "Thank goodness it's not really burnt..but! Our customers will notice the taste and texture of the colour of these muffins! Agh! We have to remake them again, good thing there's a lot of stock still, but not that much so we might have to write it down that it's sold out" His grandfather says "What are we going to do with these then おじいさん?[Grandpa?]" He questions, putting down said almost burnt muffins "We'll give them to your friend friends! And himself.. What are their names again..Rubber?, Chuta?, Reese?" "Karube, Chouta and Arisu-" "Yes! Them, we'll give it to them!.. For free of course since they are all our special's" His grandfather says "Now, since we are also running out of recipes I'm going out to buy some, so please take care of the shop and customers while I'm gone Suguru" "Okay" Niragi says as his grandfather exits the kitchen.
He sighed heavily as he stared at the muffins before lifting their tray up and placing each one of them inside the usual box that the bakery has. Writing Karube's and His friends names on each of the boxes so that they would know those were for them, started to get out of the kitchen since he already set everything up for the customer's to enjoy. The bell of the shop rings, he looks got himself behind the counter "いらしゃいませ" He says bowing to the customer. A women with a  baby carriage, of course with the baby itself and a little boy that has glasses on him, that was about of the age of four was with her "Can I help you with anything, you could sit anywhere you want" He says smiling, the woman smiling back "Such a kind young man and thank you, can I order something first?" She asked "You may" He pulled out his note book for taking orders from customer's, you see the Bakery didn't only had pastries but also had other food and different types of drinks, making it a cafe more than a Bakery itself "Can I have 2 pancakes and- what do you want Ryu?" The woman asked her four year old son that was hiding behind her looking up at Niragi through his yellow Tumblr school hat and his glasses, he looked a bit anxious and scared to talk "I'm sorry here, Ryu doesn't talk that much to people. He is a bit shy when he sees someone he never has met" The women says "Heh,it's okay. I used to also be like that when I was Your age Ryu-Chan, I also wore glasses that day too" Niragi says while looking at Ryu with a warm welcoming smile. That's when he started speaking "C-can I have a chocolate chip cookie Mister?" Ryu's mother gasped a little surprised "Now you seem to be different today Ryu" His mother says proudly smiling at her "Okay then Ryu-chan, one chocolate Chip cookie noted!..anything else?" Niragi ask's "And 2 hot cup of tea's please" She answered "Okay then, how about you, Ryu-chan?" ".... I-i think those things on your face look cool mister." Ryu says smiling a bit at him, still being shy hiding behind his mother "Ahh, thank you Ryu Chan..they do don't they?" Niragi smiled at him, feelings  sudden warmth inside his heart. He had never had any compliments from kids before, they usually looks t him in fear but Ryu here was different and strangely looked exactly like him when he was younger.
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At your work place, you were getting some papers done that needed to be printed and handed to your boss. The deadline was today, and you had 3/4 to for papers done. Finishing up you didn't even realized that it was time for lunch till' your friend mentioned it to you "It's break already?" You asked Aoi, your friend ever since the first time you two got into this job together. You met her when you and her and other people were going to be interviewed to get the recent job that you two have "Yeah it's break time..also is that box from that friend of your from the bakery?, it's pretty obvious by the looks of the brown box and the bakery's name" Aoi says, mentioneong at the Box that Niragi gaveyou in the morning "Oh yeah it is..he said it's for me to eat, he made them yesterday at 4AM he says!. I'm really impressed by his baking skills" You say as you gather the papers that you had and stacked them neatly.
Sitting up and grabbing the box filled we treats in your hand to the cafeteria where you and Aoi are going to eat. You two sat down at an unclaimed table "Well, aren't you going to order any food instead of just coffee?" You asked her, she made herself some coffee before going to the cafeteria "It's fine for me, I'm not hungry that's all" You nodded at her response "How about you?, aren't you going to grab a drink?" She ask's you sipping on her coffee "After I eat Suguru's baking, I could share some with you if you like?" You say to her opening the box "No thanks I'm good, told you I wasn't hungry remember?"She says and you chuckled "Yeah yeah right".
You stared at the cookies,cupcakes and the strawberry cheesecake he gave you, Aoi noticed you were just staring and not digging in so she decided to look into the box, a gaso was slipped from her lips "What!?, this looks so cute!- my goodness does he like you or something??, like look at all of these hearts!" Aoi puts down her coffee staring at the goods that are in the box, her eyes sparkling until it became narrowed and wide smirk was on her face, looking right at you "What?! He likes me!? No way!!, we've been friends ever since high school and there is not a single sign I see him liking me!. He liked other girls in those days and only sees me as a friend who can support him in anyway-" She cut off your sentence "But! What if he DOES like you? Cause well, maybe he realizes that you are the one that was meant to be his true love~" She teases you and poked your cheek "Yeah yeah right Aoi..Maybe okay? Just Maybe he likes me.." You started eating the Cheesecake first, continuing your conversation with Aoi.
Your thoughts begin to wonder if He does like you..or maybe he was just in a very good mood and decided to make it for you, but the heart sprinkles, and sugar were out of place REALLY out of place. If he were to make you a  normal gift he wouldn't actually decorated like this, but you still do wonder if he does like you and would you like him back and accept his feelings. You shrugged it off your shoulder and focused on talking to Aoi and cheesecake you were eating.
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"So what are you calling us for again?" Karube asks, as he and his two other friends Arisu and Chota went inside the glass doors of the bakery "You see we have a muffin situation, the muffins spent too much time in the oven and they turned into even more brown muffins" The three boys looked at him in confusion "So you're going to give us burnt muffins?" Chōta asks him "Oh no I'm not!, their just a bit crisp and my Grandfather doesn't want to serve to the customers because it wasn't perfect for the customers to eat burnt muffins" Niragi explains to them, the three boys modded their headsas Niragi gives them the boxes of almost so called burnt muffins "What else did you called here for Niragi?" This time Arisu is asking the question "Well..can you guys help me run the shop for a while until my old man comes back?  Maybe clean up the place?" The three boys agreed and put on the aprons that the bakery has "Oh and Daikichi, I think I need some help with another things after all of this."
Grabbing the cleaning supplies from the janitors closet, they all started cleaning. Customers arrived and go, and soon more came in, families, a group of high schoolers, college students, and lovers. Looking at some of the Lovers feeding each other the pastry's of his and his grandfather's bakery made his heart pound, Niragi to be exact. He really wanted that relationship with you, he really, really does
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"Oi! Earth to giraffe!, excuse me mister you told us to help you" Karube says snapping his finger in front of Niragi's face "Aish!..okay just give me a sec." "You know you were looking at those two really creepily ya know? Good thing they didn't notice or else you'll be losing customers" Karube says. Both of them are in the kitchen while Chōta and Arisu are the ones who deal with customers "What's on your mind lately, You did say you needed help more than cleaning and eating those muffins right?" Niragi nods at Karube's gesture "Then what is it?" Karube asked him again "Maybe after we finish working I'll tell you" Niragi says and Karube just nods.
Finally time has passed and they finished taking orders from customer's just in time for his grandfather to be back with a box in his hand and a plastic bag on top of it. He helped his grandfather carry them to the kitchen, after that Niragi's grandfather told them to keep up the good work and decided to rest up in his house that was basically in the back of the bakery. The boys started cleaning, after that they all sat together around one of the tables near the game area, Arisu complaining about one customer that didn't even understand the meaning of 'waiting' is "-And then he told me that he needed to be quick for a meeting!, well it's not my problem it's his! What am I supposed to do?" Arisu continues "Eh, just say to him that 'baking isn't F#cking easy to do, or do YOU want to bake things here?' Like that 'risu" Karube response. Arisu and Chōta decided to play one of the games in the bakery while Niragi and Karube were now outside sitting on the bench right outside the bakery, Karube pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulling on out of the tiny box and putting one his mouth, lighting it up with the match tha he has in his other pocket. He blows some smoke in the air after that, Niragi cringes "You don't smoke do you?" Karube mentions to him and Niragi shook his head "Well no..i did smoke like, in college..forgot how many times but I stopped after that" Karube nods blowing another smoke in the air "So you want a girl to notice you like her?" "Yeah, and since your good at knowing all about them, why not ask you?" Karube chuckles at Niragi's words to him, receiving it as a compliment "Well yeah, but what type of girl is she first?" After those words slipped out of Karube's mouth, Niragi now realizes that he didn't actually pay attention on what type of girl you are "Does that even matter?" Niragi questions to Karube that blows a smoke out of his mouth again and throwing the cigarette away to the ground, stepping on it "Well no- but I'm just curious though. This girl that you like, how many days or years maybe months, have you known her?" Karube looks at Niragi with a questionable look "Ever since high school actually, don't know how many years or months has it passed" He responded "That's a very long time...how about we get to the point on how you ask her out yeah?" Niragi nods at him.
"Okay, so what was your first strategy on trying to get her attention that you like her?" "Well, I did baked her some things and topped them up with heart shaped sprinkles and stuff..but she didn't get the hint when I showed them to her..or maybe she's still thinking, I don't know..." Karube smiles, patting Niragi's back "Well that's a good start, but let's try something other than baking..or do you still want the baking strategy?, you know what maybe try and take her out to a place and confess there?" "I can't" "Why not?, it'd be romantic! And us three could help you like- setting things up, maybe a mini bar? Tables and food ya know?" "She hates those stuff" Silence filled in, Karube's eyes widen "Huh?, why doesn't she like those stuff?" "Well, one time when I helped her with her crush in high school we did just that, but when she was going to confess her cruse you see rejected her even before she even spoke her feelings to him" "Ooh- ouch, yeah you know what? Just try your best okay? Never give up on her!" Karube smiles at Suguru patting his back.
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It's the next day, and the bakery is closed. It is Sunday and the bakery is always closed at this day. Suguru in his apartment working on some designs for an up coming game that him and the other engineers are working on, while designing his thoughts wondered to how you reacted to his box of baked goods, he is also thinking of maybe taking Karube's advice and maybe take you out on a classic date to a restaurant like others would do. But those are too common for Suguru, he wanted his confession to you to be unique and in a different way "maybe I should bake her some donuts?.. Nah" He shrugged the thought of baking out of his head as he continues to work on the game
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"Maybe I should?, but she'll never get the hint again- I mean yeah Never give up that's what Daikichi said but-.. Maybe I should just try again? Ah f#ck it I'm gonna bake these donuts"
He got up from his chair outside of his office to the kitchen, and began getting the ingredients to make the donuts.
[Time skip]
It has been a few hours or so, and he had finally made the donuts, 6 pieces of donuts with your favourite frosting flavours all of his doing and hard work. He had put them inside of a pink box, that he drew a donut on it "Now all I have to do is give it to her- if she's home in her apartment though" He puts the bag full of donuts on his island counter and started cleaning up the baking mess he had made. After that he grabbed the donuts with confidence (and nervousness) and went straight to the door- "What if she's not home?, what if she finds it weird that I keep giving her all of my baking?.. Did I washed my piercings yesterday?..what if their dirty and she notices- *inhales* you know what, who cares Suguru you could do this, you've changed ever since you got into college you're not that nerdy kid from High School anymore that's a total wimp and- okay..here goes nothing".
He opens the door and shuts it back as he went to your apartment room that was right next to his, you both decided to not stay apart from each other ever since college, so the two of you rented an apartment room that were right next to each other. He knocks at your door waiting for you to open it, his right hand sweaty from the lack of nervousness he has on him, you opened your door to see him with a pink box just like from yesterday "Oh Suguru, didn't know you were going to give me sweets again! What's inside?" "Heh, You know..just some donuts that you like." He responded trying to act like he's not nervous "Well that's nice, thank you!" You say to him "You're welcome!, here take it" He hands you the pink colored box as you grabbed it from him.
Saying another thank you to him, you smiled and closed the door behind you leaving him out there grinning like a kid at the sweet shop. Meanwhile you that is inside, right now examining the pink box you have in your hand. You blushed a bit at the thought of him baking these donuts just and specially made for you to eat them and enjoy his hard work. You smiled widely at the thought and giggled.
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Weeks has passed by, and Suguru kept on sending you his baking. It's not like you were bored of his freshly baked goods, it's just that it is not like him to just give you some freshly baked goods every single week and be nervous right in front of you, it's just not the Suguru that you knew. Your friend keeps saying to you that he keeps sending you those because he likes you, and you finally given up the fact that you thought he was just being nice and caring, you have decided to believe on what your friend has told you for the past few weeks that he likes you, and you decided that you like him back. Ever since the last baked goods that he sent you, which was your favorite cookies, Suguru never sent you baked goods anymore. That is when you started to lose hope that he might have just get tired of sending you of one of his bakings, of course he still likes to chat and talk to you from time to time, but you do kind of kiss the baked goods that he would and for you that would have tiny decorations of hearts and ribbons as a hint that he likes you.
Suguru is now mindibg his own business at the bakery. Working hard and serving customers as always. You were also in the bakery, you were sitting with Arisu and his two other friends, Karube and Chōta. You met the three boys from Suguru, he introduced you to them "So, Niragi stopped sending you his baking?" Chōta ask's you "Yeah, he just stopped sending them to me, it just bothers me because he is usually not like that" You say as you sipped your cup of tea "Well that's uhh odd, you know he likes you right?" Karube says to you "Yeah he has been pla-" Karube puts his hand on Arisu's mouth "What?" You asked to Arisu "Oh nothing, you know Arisu, he was just going to talk about games and stuff again" Chōta smiles awkwardly "Well that's okay, I don't mind him talking about games" You say "But really, he loves you, he talks about you alot to us!" Arisu says, his mouth finally uncovered from Karube's hand "So the serious question is..do you like him back?" Karube says, quirking his eyebrow at you, the other two boys state at you as well "Well..i do, I do like him, I just don't know how to say it to him" "Agh! You're just like him! He too can't say that he likes you" Karube says to you "Well then what, should I do?" Th three of the boys just told you to wait.
You are now alone at the bakery, it was already night and the Bakery was about to close. Suguru went out of the kitchen back to his normals outfit as he comes up to you that was still sitting on the same sofa seat by the window. He saw that your head was leaning against the window, your eyes closed, you were sleeping. He examines you features, you look so beautiful in his eyes, red lips that craves to touch so bad, he wants to just kiss you so bad and let out all of his feelings to you. He wakes you up by shaking your figure a bit, he felt bad for waking you up but he needs you to be awake for his plan "Hmm?" You groan with tired eyes, staring up at Niragi "Sorry for waking you up..how about we drive around for a bit before we go home?" He says smiling at you warmly, you smiled back at him "Sure."
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You are now in Niragi's car, you in the passenger seat and Niragi driving. You both drive pass the tall buildings, busy crossing of shibuya, to the Tokyo tower. Niragi stopped his car and parked it, both of you getting out if the car "So, you took me here? It's such a beautiful place" You smiled widely, looking up at the Tokyo tower and how tall it is "C'mon, lets go in! I got two tickets" Niragi smiled, grabbing you hand and rushing both of you towards the tower.
You two finally are in the tower and at the top area. A room filled with surprisingly no one, big glass windows showing the whole beauty if Tokyo and and it's lights. You and Niragi are kw staring at the beautiful sight from the big windows "Look at the view, it's so beautiful..and it reminds me of someone" Niragi says, grinning at you "Oh yeah? Who?" You ask, he leans in to your ear "You~" You shiver at his low vouce, blood rushing to your cheeks as he pulled away "I said you, because there is nothing more beautiful than you and only you in my eyes.." You blusued, looking up at him "Suguru Niragi..i know you love me, And I do love you too~" Niragi's eyes widen as he felt his cheeks and tip of his nose turning red "I- well- *sighs* it's obvious wasn't it?" He chuckles "Yeah! It really was" You smiled widely at him, feeling your cheeks geteven warmer "So..What's-" You didn't get to finish your sentence as he puts his soft lips on yours, holding your waist. You closed your eyes returning the kiss, both of you pulled away, now looking at each other deeply in the eyes with love, and care. Both of you shared a small laugh "Y/n L/n, do you want to be my lover?" You smiled widely and kissed his cheek, standing on your tip toes to reach his cheeks "Of course!, I would love to..since I'm your girlfriend.. Can you give me free baked goods evey time I go to the Bakery?~" You batter your eyes at him "Let me ask my grandfather first..ifff heee allows it" You both laughed as you both cherish that night together, the night where you both first kissed and confess to each other, the night where all of those freshly baked goods were not a waste to make them just for you, and the times where he baked his love for you.
The end~
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Titan Bending, Chapter 4
Warning: Violence consistent with cannon, NSFW so MDNI, language, major character death (both consistent with canon of both AOT and ATLA as well as diverging from canon), so much trauma literally everyone is so traumatized, very much slow burn, a little enemies to lovers, SO MUCH ANGST, hurt/comfort, hurt and delayed comfort, AFAB reader
Chapter Warnings: 
WC: 1600 (sorry, this is a shorter one, this just felt like a good place to cut this one off)
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As I step onto the field, I see that Levi has rejoined Hange and the kids that were just listening to my stories have gathered to watch as well. The trees in front of me are smaller than the ones I was living in, but they’re still pretty formidable. I begin stretching and loosening up.
“Alright y/n! Here are the rules: there are 10 wooden titans in this forest. Your goal is to move through the woods ‘killing’ them all as quickly as possible. All you’ve got to do for it to count as a kill is either take a notch out of their napes or knock the heads off. You think you can handle that?”
I smirk and nod and it looks like she’s about to hand me one of their weird swords, which I quickly refuse. Levi scoffs and states more than he asks “How are you going to kill them without a weapon?”
Instead of dignifying him with a response, I turn to Hange and ask “Is it okay if I kill a couple of your trees?” Confused, she agrees. “Good, then I definitely don’t need an extra weapon then.”
I take a deep breath and focus as Hange’s assistant begins the countdown before starting the timer. On go, I spring forward and run full speed towards the woods. Continuing to run, I sweep my arms around in a circular motion and pull most of the water out of two trees. I skim it across the ground and into a wave so I can launch myself into the air. I encase my arms in the water and swing through the trees. 
Darkness falls over me as I enter the forest. These trees are closer together than the massive ones of my forest. It’s musty, but not very humid. I hear the whirring noise of the machines they wear and I realize they’re following along.
Almost immediately two of their wooden “titans” jump out. On my upswing I spin myself and whip my water, quickly and effectively beheading the silhouettes. 
Two down.
I swing wide to turn and I use my free stream of water to freeze a path along the curve. As soon as I’ve come around, I can see where there are three more titans. Localizing my ice, I now use the necks of the wood cutouts as my anchor points, taking their heads off one by one without breaking stride.
Five, halfway there.
On the next turn I don’t immediately see the next set. That is, until one springs up from underneath me. I quickly combine my streams of water into a ring and speed it up. At this speed, it could cut through metal if need be. I let myself fall through the air for a moment and expand my ring of water, absolutely obliterating the wood figure.
Shit, I hope none of the splinters hit them. What number was that?
I hit the ground and run for a moment until another group of three are right in front of me. I quickly use what’s left of my water to form a spout. Once I’m up higher than the titans, I shoot spikes of ice out. There are so many and they shoot out so violently that not only do I succeed in cutting through the necks, the titans themselves almost disintegrate.
Alright, eight down. Or was it nine?
Not sure how many I had left and with a drastically depleted supply of water, I start drawing as much as I can from the surrounding plants. As I try to think of exactly how many it’s been, I almost run directly into one. Thinking quickly, I slide under it.
They never said what direction I had to hit them from.
As I slide, I slice through the entire length of the figure. For good measure, once I’m past it I turn on a dime and take off its head. I’m at the entrance of the forest now so I assume the test is done. 
I see Hange land and the rest follow suit. Slightly winded, I put my hands on my knees and ask, “was that 10? I lost count.”
Hange looks at me with wide eyes, galloping over and squealing, “Yes! Yes, that was 10! That. Was. In. CREDIBLE!” Turning towards her assistant who is already jogging over she yells “Moblit! What was the time?”
As he approached, Moblit seemed a little scared. Of what, I don’t know, but scared nonetheless. 
He stuttered out “Section Chief, I…I don’t think you’re going to believe this.” His eyes dart between Hange and me before he spits it out. In disbelief he says, “she…she beat the record. She did it in one minute and 32 seconds. She…she even beat…” he trails off but glances at Levi who seems completely nonplussed by this entire situation. Hange, on the other hand, cannot contain her excitement. 
She wraps her arm around my shoulder and begins leading me away, asking me so many questions so quickly that I can’t keep up with them. She continues this all the way to her lab, and what I thought was just extreme curiosity turns into an actual plan for experiments. If I knew the answer to a question - such as can I bend with my feet - that wouldn’t need to be an experiment. But if I didn’t know something - like how close I need to be to a source of water in order to be able to bend it - she would jot that down.
After a while Moblit joined us, and while he still seemed afraid, it appeared to have lessened. I tried to smile at him to reassure him, but I don’t know if it had the intended effect. He started taking Hange’s notes and putting them in order on a whiteboard. At least, that’s what I thought he was doing because I couldn’t actually read their writing. As soon as I noticed this, I stopped Hange in the middle of her train of thought.
Puzzled, I point out, “we don’t write the same. We speak the same language but I can’t read your writing and my guess is,” I take the pencil out of her hand and write a quick sentence on her paper, “you can’t read mine either.”
“Holy shit you’re right. But…why is that?”
All the three of us can do is stare at each other in silence. It’s Moblit that finally breaks the tension.
“I think it’s probably time for dinner, this feels like a good place to stop.” Silently, we all nod and move to the dining hall.
How could it be possible that we can understand each other when we speak but not when we write. Their writing isn’t even distinguishable to me!
Like the phantom that he is, Levi just appears with the group as we stand in line. He didn’t say anything, but I noticed he grabbed two trays. I tried to copy him but I didn’t know which tray to copy so I defaulted to Eren’s picks from earlier. When it came time to find a seat, he took the two trays and left. 
Hange saw the confusion on my face and immediately knew why. “He’s taking the second tray to Erwin.” My eyebrows shoot up in astonishment that he would do something so…nice. I shrug it off, but throughout the rest of dinner my mind keeps falling back to it.
So, is it just me he’s a dick to? Because if he wants to be a dick I can dish it back!
After dinner I headed back to my room and immediately crashed. Only, tonight’s sleep was much less restful than the previous night. Only a few hours passed before I jolted awake.
Welp, I guess it’s not the bed that helped me sleep last night. I guess I just don’t know how to sleep like a real person.
I shuffled around in the dark and got dressed, deciding this was the perfect time to do some working out and exploring. I went to one of the training grounds and saw some weights strewn about but ultimately decided it was better than nothing.
Wow, you’d think a military would keep better care of their equipment.
I kept going until the moon was directly above me. I stared up at it for a moment and decided I wanted a better view.
There’s gotta be lookout posts or something around here somewhere.
I followed one set of stairs after another, and just when I was about to give up I opened the door at the top of one staircase and found that it let out onto the roof.
“Thank fuck,” I whispered to myself.
Only it wasn’t to myself. When I looked to my left, I nearly jumped out of my skin when met with the silhouette of a person with their back to me. I approached slowly and as I got closer I was surprised by who I saw. I debated going back and not even bothering, but instead I took a deep breath and huffed out a greeting.
“...Levi? I wasn’t expecting anyone else to even be awake.”
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doofnoof · 2 years
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I see you like Undertale. Well unfortunately I am here to ruin your day.
In game Sans’ height is more or less equal to the player’s, who is a child(This would be so much easier if they had an age other than ‘child’). This can also be said of a few other sprites such as some of the dogs, Alphys, and if we’re counting Deltarune, Kris(Though if you walk as close as possible Kris looks slightly taller than him), Ralsei & Susie(This one is through their relation to Kris, you literally can’t get either of them next to him.), and the funnest one, Jevil(Also relation I just think it’s funny that this weird little imp thing is surprisingly big)
The average height for a kid that would be attending what looks like either a middle school or high school would be somewhere in the range of 4’6 to 5’10. Since I don’t know how old Kris is in comparison to the original player or their exact grade I can’t really narrow that range down.
I suppose if you count Smash Bros Ultimate as having some canon to it you could measure him against Mario, who is 5’1 according to Wiki. So according to Smash Bros Ultimate, Sans is slightly taller than 5’1. (Which kind of makes sense considering that most of Sans height would be from his spine decompressing-Same thing that happens to astronauts-basically our bodies keep our skeleton the way it’s supposed to be though weight. Sans does not have that benefit, so the soft tissue holding his spine together would likely soften.) This does make sense though since again the average height of someone who would be attending either a middle school or high school would likely be equal to or slightly shorter than that.
Still a little shorter than me(hopefully) but Sans is likely average height, people just draw him short because it’s fun. Which brings up the question, HOW TALL IS EVERYONE ELSE?
I'm 5'8 so he's still a Short King to me :)
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its-elvish-for-two · 2 years
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hi it's me again. I read traitor's blade once a couple years ago and it slapped! And now that I'm mourning riyira revelations being done so I read it again and now I'm halfway through Knight's shadow. and. AAAAHDHDHDHEJDJJDKDJKDSKKSKDJDJA this book is so fucking good, absolutely obsessed with it. the theme and character work is so good in this book. I'm crying about Brasti and Valiana literally all the time. So I have to ask you. Do you have headcanons or Thoughts about the main squad? Specifically brasti kest falcio valiana and dariana bc I would die for all of them
Hi! I've finally gotten around to this, sorry it took a while...
Honestly, I love the Greatcoats. It's the perfect mix of magic and the Musketeers. The second and third books are my favourites, mostly for ansty Kest but also just because they're great, so enjoy the rest of the series.
I haven't read them in a few years, so I'll try my best not to spoil anything for you:
Brasti is so pure, I love him. In some ways he's more idealistic than Falcio but he's also much more down to earth in the sense that he understands people and and he's trying to save people, anyone and everyone, whereas Falcio is trying to save the whole world
I feel like I would have liked Ethalia more if it wasn't all from Falcio's POV, which may sound odd when he's obviously so in love with her, but if I had to read one more mention of Ethalia's eyes...
Kest is my absolute favourite character. I'm so glad SdC didn't force him into any romantic subplot, I was worried when there was so much between Falcio and Ethalia and I was scared he was going to try and pair everyone off. I know why some people see Kest as in love with Falcio, and Falcio is absolutely the most important person in the world to Kest, but Kest is so goddamn aroace, no I won't take critisism
Darriana and Valiana are my OTP
Kest is mentioned as being middling height but I picture him as tall. Brasti is average height, Falcio is short, not really short but a couple inches shorter than Brasti, which Brasti likes to point out at least once a day. Valiana is also slightly taller than Falcio, but Darri is a tiny ball of fury
Modern AU, Brasti and Kest have so many arguments about Brasti using the wrong words over text - Kest: The word is inconsistent, not incontinence. Brasti: I knew that, it was autocorrect!
Falcio and Darriana are cat people, Brasti and Valiana are dog people. Kest doesn't mind either but has full, serious conversations with pets like they can understand
"Yes, hello, Mittens. I agree, that is a very interesting bobbin of thread but I don't think the Tailor would appreciate you unravelling it across the floor. Oh, you're going to carry on? Well, at your own peril then."
He does this with horses too, though Falcio is also guilty of this
Brasti has the best hearing so he's a really light sleeper. The one thing he does sleep through is his own snoring. Falcio hates him for this because he cannot sleep through Brasti's snoring. Kest can wake at the first hint of danger but he also can and will sleep through anything if he wants to
Brasti is obviously the best archer. Kest is above average because he works out all the science and maths in his head but he's not a natural. Valiana is very good, but never really needs to use the skill, except to challenge Brasti when he's being irritating. Darriana refuses to try because she will not give Brasti the satisfaction of confirming he is better than her
Darriana has a good singing voice but will not let anyone hear her sing for love nor money
Brasti and Valiana have totally theoretical discussions about how they would commit various heists. Darriana often pipes in though her plans usually involve far more killing, but none of them let Falcio over hear them for risk of being scolded like misbehaving school kids
Bonus (from the short stories):
Estevar Valejan Duerisi Borros is wonderful and should have been in the full series because he's basically a sassy swordfighting Poirot and I love him and if he had been there, all the Greatcoats' problems would have been solved half way through book 2
Ok this was a lot more than I meant to write but hey. Thanks again for the ask :)
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grayblacklight · 1 year
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Spirit of Justice case 4, wow. Spoilers under the cut:
Everyone's favorite ace attorney weird girl, Simon Blackquill
Seriously though, his dynamic with Athena is amazing, he's following up on what he said in the last game, and he's great at messing with the sad monk
Also, this is usually the point where the games prosecutor either commits to the antagonistic role or starts to be more co-operative, and It seems to me that it's the former this time around, cause gosh does he act like a complete [YouTube] in this case
I mean, he immediately attacked Athena for her inexperience so much that even the JUDGE is just like "can we not bully the kid for the entire case" and the sad monk is just like 'fiiiine' and then proceeded to pull the dirtiest trick he has attempted yet in hopes of getting Athena to give up
He also tried to dismiss literally every single witness early before Athena could finish cross examining them (this already short case would have been a lot shorter if he let Athena do her job) and we only got anywhere because Blackquill convinced the witnesses to continue testifying of their own volition
Not that any of that could keep me from saving buckwheat the wet noodle, mind you
The witnesses were really fun too - the multiple personalities bit was done really well here, the way they covered it up and why, how Athena found out, and the 'i am literally 5 years old'? Spectacular stuff
That said, I need not need the flashbacks to the circus case that the killer gave me - still not nearly as bad as Moe, but still not great - though that did make pinning her more satisfying, so I guess it works out
Were they trying to play a sympathy card at the end there? Because I was just happy to see her go
Also her being the killer was super obvious, although I guess it was meant to be - this case is really about the characters more than the case, and I really like that. Short case, but really sweet
Only gripe this time is the fact that we found out from the five year old that the body was originally on the floor and not the table and therefore was clearly moved and no one addressed that? Sad Monk's argument hinged on the cards being placed by the victim and not the real killer and the body being moved to the table should have disproved that.
Still, that's just one nitpick, and again this is definitely a character focused case, and in that regard it's one of my favorites
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dumbbitchfrommars · 2 years
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OH MY GODDDDDDD!!!!!!
I was doing so well dodging any feelings for any of the men in my internship position, which are EVERYONE by the way, the only other woman who worked there just left after me meeting her for like 1 week. its easy when theyre all either way too old or married with kids, and ive fallen into an easy little father/daughter dynamic with them all. but one, oh no, one, he is just a little too young, young enough to be someone id go for. and given my thing for older men, this is DANGEROUS. hes got a girlfriend too which makes it so much worse. im tryna be respectful and stay in my lane, but hes so funny and compatible with me, but in reality hes just compatible with everyone and is the sweetest and funniest person so naturally, and intelligent, and ugh. im falling in love. jk hes not that great he joked about doing literal blackface but omg apart from that he has this childlike personality that i adore, and so chill and laidback and actually funny. but also so unfunny but in a wholesome i dont care and i know its not that funny, like a dads humour, and safe and ugh. wow. that is a lot for someone who told herself she wouldn’t get any feelings. 
anyway i dont think i have feelings. maybe a little. i think hes just so nice and wholesome. maybe just restoring my faith in men a little. like hes just such a short king. changing my opinion on short men, cause stupid fucking scorpion was an idiot in an idiots body (lol) anyway he may have been tall but he had no personality nor any balls or courage or confidence, meanwhile this short king (my new nickname for him in my head) has such a strong presence in a room, in a conversation, and he’s an aries like me! his birthday is only 2 days after mine. he acts so young but also so old. idk. just ideal. i think ive found my ideal type, personality wise. its not him, he has his person. im not stupid either, he wouldnt like me. but hes the blueprint. its crazy though, his height. i think he could even be shorter than me. like so short. but you wouldn’t be able to tell. his eyes though, he looks like he never sleeps. how?! do you sleep? im lowkey like, should i be worried? but hes like functioning which i guess is all that matters. also,... oh yeah. his beard. he looks perfectly aged. men truly age like fine wine (sometimes). i love older men! hahahahahahha my god im fucked. but a girl wants what a girl wants ya feel. i wonder what trauma fuelled this trait of mine. anyway on to the next one. wish me luck tomorrow in the freezing 6am start
okay imma just continue in this post so its not a spam of me frothing over older men. so i was struggling to walk up some dodgy stairs and he literally GAVE ME HIS HAND and helped me walk up them cause i was wearing huge gumboots that i was about to trip myself up in. im sure that was breaking some kind of rule of how to act professional with interns but oh well. ugh im so obsessed now. no man my age would be brave enough to do that. its like they arent intimidated by me, or my anti-social-ness. its nice. its nice to not feel the weight of responsibility to make everyone else feel comfortable for once. 
theres also another guy who i think might be the youngest of all of them there, hes so sweet and cute and complimented my ESSAY HE READ MY FRIGGIN ESSAY who fyi had someone else send it to him, i sent it to the other guy that i met on my first day of fieldwork and is literally the dad of the whole team, and he somehow got it off him>! ive never even spoken or been properly introduced to this guyy and hes reading my words and thoughts about a topic that im so passionate about (the ocean, climate change and how it will affect biodiversity) and he went as far as to tell me it was GOOOOOD!!!!!! Also it was funny how he called it my “thesis” babes it was barely even 2k words i wouldnt consider it a thesis but i love that you would ugh im in love. thats all i need, someone to minutely compliment me and my heart is yours. lol. this entire experience of doing an internship, its truly changed my life. i have such a newfound perspective of men (crazy!) and myself, what i want out of life, how to treat people, idk . theres nothing competitive about these guys. they know theyre strengths, theyre not insecure, they support one another. and theyre happy to teach me, and genuinely want to help me succeed too. like, i really didnt think it was possible to find that after being let down by people so often. but its possible. i just wasnt looking in the right places. this has been such a massive rant. 
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theos-epitelesei · 2 years
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rambly stuff and things
I think I’m autistic.
And I’ve had that suspicion for a while, because like... I just have weird things about social interactions and my brain and how I interact with the world, and those seem to be very different from how other people are.
I rehearse social interactions. I watch how other people act and imitate them (that’s how I learned how to be better at small talk and remembering to ask questions). I’m very literal and not understanding instructions stresses me out. I used to joke as a child that I was from Pluto.
I feel like the world is a play and everyone has the script but me.
And some of that is also ADHD, but my ADHD traits are different from what I see as autistic traits, and I do ok managing them but I’m realizing that my inner me is very different from the me I’m comfortable showing the world. And I think that’s why I’m a good teacher – I can be silly with kids, and they don’t judge me harshly for it. They think I’m weird, sure, but... it works.
So now I’m trying (again) for teaching jobs, and I’m not officially diagnosed, but I don’t know if sharing either my ADHD diagnosis or my suspected autism would help explain or just hurt my chances. I’m leaning toward the latter, which is frustrating.
My evaluation yesterday was fine and largely positive, the areas for growth weren’t anything I didn’t already know about myself, but I just keep getting this nagging feeling that I come across as more emotionally unstable than I am. My emotions show on my face. I’m getting better at regulating the intensity, but I also don’t hide them. So when I’m having an off day or week, or my depression hits harder than my meds can manage, it shows. I think I’m still effective, but maybe not as even keel as I normally am. My fuse is shorter, and I tend to be more negative about problems.
That’s normal, isn’t it? Like... everyone has off days or weeks, especially the last two years. Everyone is tired, everyone is stressed, everyone has experienced way more trauma than our bodies are meant to handle.
Ok. I’m good at my job. Kids generally respond well to me; there are always a couple who don’t like me for some reason or another, but I do my best to be fair and respectful and predictable. 
I made that mistake my first year; I had a student who really pushed all my buttons and I just could not keep my cool with him. It’s 100% on me, I’m the adult, and he was 8, but I was not the model I should have been.  I found out two years later he called me Mrs. Cockroach. And honestly, I can’t say I blame him. It haunts me and breaks my heart that I was that teacher to him, and it pushed me to be better. No child should have that experience of a teacher, and I never want to be that again.
So even when kids don’t like me, I work so hard to be the best I can in my interactions with them. I’m not perfect, but I hope I’ve gotten better at it.
Anyway, I do think I’m good at what I do and that my adhd/autism actually is part of what makes me good at it, on top of the fact that I’m just a big fat nerd who wants to know everything and then share everything I know with other people.
But I also think that the struggles of adhd/autism, especially the black and white thinking, strong sense of right/wrong, executive dysfunction, difficulties with sudden change, etc. make me appear less qualified or capable, especially on days when hormones/neurotransmitters/mood swings don’t jive well with my meds.
And then I’m constantly feeling like I have to prove myself, to show that I AM capable, I AM qualified. I have to mask more, which is exhausting, and I think ends up making it worse because I’m too tired to be normal. I worked hard to maintain my 4.0 for my Master’s. I did it. I took my ESL certification test on Friday and passed well above the average score range; I got a 195/200. And I don’t say that to brag, I just... I wish my internal experience and confidence in my abilities would be more apparent externally, but without seeming arrogant. It’s a fine line between knowledgeable and know-it-all. 
I’m processing a lot. I have to feel all the things before I can do the thing, and I don’t know what I’m feeling right now.
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elysianslove · 3 years
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ay yo? lmao haiiiii any chance we can get some haikyuu boys and nicknames they'd call their s/o? a lil deprived of kageyama, so if possible can you pls include him?? i hope you're doing well :)
omg wait i remember seeing this in my inbox and planning on answering it but i ,,, i forgot :( im sorry :( but here it is lovely <3 
HAIKYUU BOYS AND NICKNAMES 
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ANGEL ! — 
akaashi; out of all his nicknames for you, this is his favorite!! he just thinks it’s very fitting for you, because you’re nothing short of ethereal for him. loves to say it when he’s first greeting you or as he kisses you gn or!!! when he says thank you :) 
osamu; it slips sometimes with him!! not his go-to but it’s very familiar on his tongue when it comes to you, and that’s very endearing :,) just slips casually when he’s asking you a question like, “angel, do we need milk?”  
daichi; omg he usually adds to it and it ends up being some cheesy stuff like “angel-face” and it makes you all flustered because wtf man :( and he always says it while laughing teasingly too ugh :( 
suna; suna has the cheesiest nicknames for you and you cannot convince me otherwise, and you can never tell if it’s genuine or ironic but,,, it doesn’t matter. he sounds so sweet calling you “angel” so whatever :) 
aran; this man. this man. he says it cause he knows it has you weak. he says it so lovingly, so sweetly, so casually, so suave and relaxed and his voice is so smooth and deep. who wouldn’t be swooning over him??? 
aone; AONE AONE PLS AONE PLEASE. he’d just think it’s such a sweet and kind and soft nickname and he likes the way it sounds when it’s whispered and he thinks nothing is more perfect than nicknaming you angel and he says it all the time like “ok, angel,” and “see you tomorrow, angel,” and, “love you, angel,” and it’s so quiet but so sweet hwbwjsjd 
oikawa; he’s about to be in 90% of these cause he’ll be calling you anything but your name. is it because he wants to be annoying and to get on your nerves? or is it because he genuinely means it? the world will never know. you’re not even sure he himself does. 
DOLL ! — 
matsukawa; are you kidding me this is his. it’s HIS. he sounds so hot saying it and he looks so hot saying it and he’s so charming and it’s so like easy on his tongue. and he has a slight drawl to it too and he always says it with this aura of relaxation and ease it’s so hot. he just. he loves it. he loves you. you love it. the world is a better place. 
atsumu; he thinks he’s way cooler than he is when he says it. you suppose he is pretty hot when he calls you doll but you’re not gonna tell him that!!! it’s not his go-to but you can catch it slipping off his tongue every once in a while. 
kuroo; yesyesyes he loves it. only ever says it when he’s so up close and personal with you like cups your cheeks and hovers his lips against yours like, “heya, doll,” and he’s just so handsome. ugh. 
kageyama; at the start of your relationship, kageyama called you by your name and nothing else!! but then he had like this talk w someone and they asked him what he calls you and he realized like,,, am i supposed to be doing it differently??? spent so long just searching up “cute nicknames for my s/o” and then he found “doll” and was like ok. i’ll try. and he tried!! and it stuck!! plus timeskip kags calling you doll??? that’s so hot bye
oikawa; this might be the only sincere nickname he has for you cause everything else is either to provoke you or to be cringy and annoying. and i’m sure you prefer doll over sweet cheeks and pumpkin pie and cinnamon whatever like you hungry tōru?? anyways he loves loves loves calling you doll cause he thinks it’s such a ? smooth and serene nickname? and his voice always gets deeper and quiet when he says it so!!!! 
SUNSHINE ! — 
hinata; please he is all the sunshine, but he always claims that you’re the true sun in his life. idk hinata would be so lame yet so cute like that :( and he always says it with such a big grin he’s so cute pls :( 
tendō; he’s so cute he’s so cute he’s so cute !!!!! your contact name is “my sunshine” definitely definitely definitely. he is literally in love with you and wants the whole world to know it. he loves screaming it out for everyone to hear but also absolutely adores like hugging you from behind and whispering in your ear as he kisses your cheek, “hey, sunshine.” :(((((
kenma; kenma doesn’t wanna think too hard on the whole nicknames thing but he also does kind of sort of really wants to call you something special and the first thing that pops in his head is sunshine. first time he used it you were Shocked but he was acting nonchalant about it (read: freaking out on the inside) and you were like “ok guess im sunshine now.” and you are his sunshine to this day. 
BABY/BABE ! — 
atsumu; it’s easy and it’s endearing!! he personally loves being called babe but he loves hugging you close to him after a long day and just sighing, “hey, baby,” like. he loves it okay. he thinks it’s perfect cause it fits and cause it’s like kinda traditional yk!! 
bokuto; he loves calling you baby cause he just cannot fathom that you’re his like he loves to always say it!!! and he loves how casual it is too like he can just call you that?? that’s so cool?? 
iwaizumi; again with the traditional but endearing and fitting. he doesn’t have to think too hard on it, but also it still means something and is more than just your name or a shorter version of it. also he sounds so hot calling you baby or babe idk i just know it. 
hanamaki; king of “babe! babe :( babeeee! babee. babe come on! babe! baby :(” you’re 99% sure he’s just provoking you at this point. like say babe one more time. but he actually loves resorting to baby, especially when you’re upset and he wants to be as endearing and kind as he can to you. 
daichi; very traditional too tbh. honestly when you two first started dating it was all he could think of saying without feeling awkward or feeling like he was trying too hard. later on when he started to feel more comfortable and more secure he got more creative. 
nishinoya; he has been waiting for this moment his whole life. the moment he can actually call someone his baby or babe. it’s his favorite and possibly only nickname (aside calling you pretty or gorgeous or handsome) and it will always be. 
MY LOVE ! —
akaashi; definitely definitely definitely calls you “my love” like i am 100% sure of this. akaashi is just so. he’s just so romantic but it’s also so unintentional? he says it because it feels natural and it feels right like you are his love after all, aren’t you? 
sakusa; he’s not one for elaborate nicknames honestly, and he feels like “my love” is the right balance of sweet, kind, fitting, and subtle and serene. it’s not doing too much but it’s also doing more than enough yk? also people that look like they would wear a trench coat/blazer and a turtleneck beneath also look like they would use the term “my love” hence sakusa and akaashi. 
tendō; i am telling you guys he is a simp. the loveliest simp ever. he says it so sweetly too like it genuinely makes your tummy twist and heart backflip when you hear him say it cause you can hear how genuine he is in his words oh my god. 
kita; he just !!! he is just husband material okay!!! he is so endearing and he says it in the softest most genuine voice ever and it’s literally his go to because yes you are his love you’re his entire world!!! he loves you!! he wants you to know it every time he calls out to you!! 
BUNNY/PUPPY ! —
bokuto; ARE YOU KIDDING ME. HE LOVES IT. he. loves it. he just finds it so cute and like. he loves the way he associates it with you now. prefers puppy over bunny but like. he loves both. he adores both. 
matsukawa; calls you bunny all the time. not more than doll, but it’s definitely so common. he won’t use it around others not because it’s embarrassing but more because he kinda wants it to be just a thing between the two of you, honestly. 
kenma; IT SLIPPED ONCE AND HE WAS LIKE. A DEER CAUGHT IN THE HEADLIGHTS. he calls you bunny!! sometimes, not always. when he wants something from you mostly. “pass me the water.” “no.” “bunny please :(” it works like magic every time. 
oikawa; oh my god can you imagine??? he loves it so much because one, he thinks it’s such a cute nickname props to whoever decided let’s use pets as literal pet names, but also two, he thinks nothing describes you or fits you better. you are just his bunny :( his puppy :( he loves you :( 
kageyama; timeskip kageyama calls you puppy. i have nothing more to say.
hinata; timeskip hinata calls you puppy. again, i shall say no more. 
suna; hello !!! he loves to call you bunny and/or puppy. the feel of satisfaction he gets when he calls you that like ,,, he feels like you’re properly his yk? yk.
KITTEN ! — 
kuroo; this one is for him and only him. 
LOVELY ! — (maybe sweetheart too) 
osamu; is there anything more beautiful than a tired osamu snuggling up to yoi and with a deep gravely voice saying, “missed you, lovely,” ? no there is not. it’s his favorite nickname for you, and he uses it all the time!! kisses your forehead as he leaves and tells you, “have a good day, lovely,” and comes back home and says, “hiya, lovely,” and tilts his head when you wanna talk to him about something like, “what’s up lovely?” cause you are his lovely, you’re his loveliest. 
sugawara; i have no other explanation other than i can picture it perfectly. he thinks it’s the best choice of a pet name he’s ever chosen and thought of. and he loves the smile on your face whenever he says it, he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever <3 
BAE ! —
hanamaki; is it a joke? is it not? both. 
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okay im sure i missed so many boys but i can’t think of any rn bc it’s like. hella late :( but i wanted to put something out for you guys!! point is, if i didnt mention a boy and you want to know, send me an ask!! and if i didn’t mention a nickname and you want to know that too? send me an ask well!! ill be happy to answer it <3 
love u all mwah <3 
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everafterkeiji · 3 years
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What's up? I hope you are well :)
like the boys of Tokyo Revengers Would they react with a girl shorter than them? But have a strong personality ??
With Hakkai, Mikey and Chifuya 🙏😎
It's just that
Bye ~ 💋
im doing fine! I can't even imagine what I'd look like next to hakkai with my small ass self- but I'm happy to be beside chifuyu and mitsu( ˘ ³˘) anyway, thank you so much for requesting!! stay safe out there ♡
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘
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PAIRINGS: Mikey x gn!reader, Hakkai x gn!reader, Chifuyu x gn!reader
GENRE/INCLUDES: fluff, teasing🙄
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♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘- is not one to talk considering how short he is to begin with but it's a miracle that he finally gets to tower over someone else.
- It's his pride and joy to pick on you—adds to his nickname of how invincible he is now that he's taller than his lover.
- His arm would always rest on your shoulder, slung around it as you walk or you're just doing nothing.
- "Look, it's literally the perfect height for you to kiss me, so why aren't you kissing me?"
"Mikey, stop pouting already."
He uses this excuses for granted kisses, he thinks it's so smooth when in reality, it was just a standard thing. Even if you didn't give in to what he said, he's already pressing kisses to your forehead, loving how exact it was just for the perfect peck.
- You weren't even that short from him, this delinquent just loves to poke the fun out of you since everyone else around him were either beanpoles or just the average height that he didn't reach.
- HEAD PATS. He does it so frequent for no absolute reason. He doesn't even do it to spite you, it's just there. If his arm was on your shoulder, it'd soon travel to the crown of your head—it just happens so naturally but you didn't mind since he was a sneaky dimwit.
Tilting your head to meet with his, he just sends you a lazy smirk before kissing your lips as his hands go to your cheek. He then pulls away with a smile leaving you flustered at how he did it so effortlessly.
- Your shoulder is where he states to be the best pillow there is. You can't even count how many times he'd fallen asleep on your shoulder. After a good meal or just a few minutes since he woke up, if his head rests there for a couple seconds—he's already dozing off.
- He genuinely just finds it cute how you'd roll your eyes to him, ignoring him of his victory. He knows you don't settle for that type of treatment but being a little witty kid—he knows you love him too much to ever make him stop.
- Despite your height, your voice will always stand out in terms of defending yourself and for others. Mikey has always admired this trait of yours as well as your energy. It reminds him how lucky he is to have him call you his.
- He notices the way your determination is unmatched, alike your strive to be better in things you wanted to improve in. He sees the beam in your eyes whenever you got a good score with some recognition for your work which is what you truly deserved and having a lover who is as hardworking as you doubles his respect and loyalty to you. It also makes him want to be less lazy seeing that he barely attends school or finish what needed to be passed.
- Even if you were diligent in school work, you never forget to pay attention to him even if he doesn't show that he needs you. He wonders how you're able to read through him but when you approach him to lend him your ears for any of his problems, he's already leaning his head to your shoulder and began his stories.
Your dependability is what edges him to love you even more. Your attentiveness and care for him never fails to make him feel safe no matter what he's going through or the endless loop of his thoughts. In return, Mikey has his arms to welcome you in your own failures.
- Above all, he just has this smile on his face whenever you couldn't stand ignorance from strangers or just incredibly rude people. He doesn't need to insert himself in to diminish the problem, he knew you were capable of letting them know their place.
- YOUR PERSONAL HYPE MAN. After you just told off someone, Mikey just steps up to push their buttons more.
"Yeah, what they said. Eat shit-"
"Mikey!"
- When he sees how free you were from the negativity from of others and how your authenticity shines the best in who you are, falling in love has never been better for him.
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♡ 𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐈 doesn't like to look down on you but—y'know—this was different.
- He thought you were actually intimidated when you first him (you actually were, you just didn't tell him).
- He doesn't really like to make you feel insecure of your height so he tries to avoid crouching down so you wouldn't think he was teasing you. You weren't really conscious of your height but you admired how he didn't try to pester you about it (unlike the previous man).
- He genuinely thinks you are perfect. Whenever he embraces you from behind and sets his chin on the crown of your head, all of his thoughts seem to drift away, more so when you wrap his arms around your waist.
- He can't help but smile a little when you'd reach for something that was at the upper cabinet. Your attempts were semi entertaining to him until he decides to lend a hand to you, which you were patiently waiting for.
- This man whose height is at a whopping 183cm, loves lifting you. It just happens.
- Whenever he'd pass by just to surprise you, rest assured his arms are tight to your waist before lifting you off your feet and once he pulls away, he's just laughing at your reaction.
- Would be the time to lift you just to move you to the couch. He thinks its funny—easily holding onto you then the next second you're being dropped to the cushion like you were weightless. Handsdown, he would not admit he just loves to play with your reactions and tell you he just does it cause it was free transportation without using your own legs.
- FOREHEAD AND CHEEK KISSES. Lord, it's endless and wholesome. He just lands a kiss to your forehead, nonchalant about it as you wait for the stand in a store.
"What was that for?"
"..I just like kissing you, is that okay?"
- He just dips his head and there's already a pair of lips to your cheek. He doesn't even mind how flustered he was but it's just so—addicting for him. When you're studying or zoned out of your wits, he just relies on instinct as this point as he kisses you.
"Hakkai, babe c'mon. I'll never get this done."
"Was I distracting you?"
"..Not really— I like it a lot actually."
"Ok so I'm gonna keep doing it."
- Regardless of your height, what he loves more is who you truly are. There's that strength in your aura, the way you carry yourself and the way you never fail to stand up to any environment that treated you differently.
- He looks at you and just goes "there you are, the best of the best." When you stood up to those who disregard your efforts and work, he just slings his arm to your shoulder, loving the way you can handle yourself.
- When you're pouring your energy into something that you are doing, he doesn't hesitate to be there for you afterwards.
"Stop overworking yourself, love." He comforts you with a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
- Being in a relationship with the brother of Taiju and someone in Toman, it was hard not to be stared at. He usually doesn't care but when they'd stare at you, he could feel how you did the same. Smiling at him and just not wasting any time to pay attention to those heavy glares.
- Your strength sometimes envy him but when the time comes where he's put in a state of trouble again because of his brothers, you swore to remind him of how he should never think less of himself and by the end of the day, he's wrapped in your arms—his worries can disappear.
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♡ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 is another shortie but with you, he is utterly in love.
- Right of the bat, he hugs you all the goddamn time. Hugs from behind you where his arms just dangle from your shoulders or down to your waist while his head is on your shoulder.
- His level of teasing is at a minimum but you will get the standard "okay but I'm taller than you" card from him.
- I see him as the type to joke around on how you can't reach for specific stuff like that time where you tried to reach for his manga and you had to stand up on his bed to get it because it was the cabinet above his desk and your boyfriend just sits and stares with a smile.
"Chifuyu."
"Babe, do not throw that manga to me—it's expensive."
- If the others were interested in forehead kisses, this boy loved to give shoulder kisses.
- He dozes off your shoulder a lot so when he wakes up, there's just a planted kiss to your tshirt right at the base of your shoulder. He also likes to peak behind your shoulder as if he was at the same height as you—it's so unnecessary but you just assumed he loved to be that intimate with you.
- Still, your height was incomparable to your personality. It was one of the main reasons he fell in love.
- He thought he looked like a fool when he started staring for a long time when you were doing a presentation to the class. Your intelligence has always caught his eye and something about your energy has always sparked his interest.
- In the way you present yourself, the way you walk without any worries of the words being said behind your back, he knew you were out of his league.
- Your self motivation and ability to see pass through the rough parts of a process will always make him proud.
- YOUR PERSONAL HYPE MAN (PART 2) Similar to Mikey's situation, he just walks away with a cocky smile knowing you won an argument and he sometimes joke how you'd be the one to protect him instead of the other way.
"You can't talk shit if you can't deal with Y/N."
"Chifuyu, please come here-"
"Coming, hun!—but seriously fuck off."
- He's astounded because of you. Every part of your personality he adored and a strong willed person like you will always have his respect and his love.
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